American Idol

Besides others in my house hogging all the computer time, I have of course been occupied in the evenings watching American Idol. Who doesn't love watching people pursue their dreams on national TV? It is just as good as a Veggie Tale movie. I laugh, I cry, it moves me BOB.

And is it just me, or did it seem a little bit kinder and gentler this year? As much fun as it is to watch people makes fools of themselves and then receive insults from the judges, I would much rather watch the heart wrenching stories of people who really need this in their life.

Like the guy on Wednesday night, whose wife died 4 weeks earlier. His story broke my heart. I hope he goes far, and his best friend is going with him. How cute is that?

But I wonder if they gave some people tickets to Hollywood that they knew would not make it. Do they purposefully bring people they know will be easy to cut? And is that even meaner to give someone false hope? Would it be better to be disappointed right away, or would you rather think you have a chance when you really don't?

Just some thoughts running around my crazy brain. I think I might like to be strung along as long as possible. Like I always say, denial is a great place to be.


And watching so many of these people who were so passionate about this show made me wonder if that is what is missing from my life. I need a dream to make getting out of bed each day more appealing.

So I wonder what my new dream should be.

I think I am pretty close to achieving the dream of the BYU football team obtaining a restraining order on me, or at the very least posting my face on the dart board in the locker room. So I need something else.

Joining the circus? Possibly not. I might like to be a cheerleader for the BYU football team, but I think that ship has sailed. Actually, I might like to join the CIA, like one of my favorite characters, Mrs Pollifax. I think life as a spy might be my only chance to travel. Another unfulfilled dream would be to sing on Broadway. There is the little detail of my not really being able to carry a tune in a bucket. So maybe one day I will settle for just attending some musicals on Broadway. Next best thing and all that yada, yada, yada.

For now I think I should just settle for seeing everyone else in my house go to school each day and me getting out of bed. That will be nice. Baby steps, right?

What are your secret dreams?