stupid twilight

I can almost hear the painful gasps that will accompany the reading of this post, but I'm prepared for the backlash..... (Ticey, you should probably avoid reading the second half of this post all together!)

I have created ridiculous commitments for myself which monopolize my personal time and create overwhelming annoyance. First - I am in an "American Idol" pool (yes, you read that right - *sigh*) which requires me to watch the show and then pick who I think will advance/be voted off each week. This is all fine and good because I really do love to bet on just about anything but American Idol sucks now and it's a 2 hour show! Thank goodness for DVR. I can skim the show and pick off the losers who have to go back to working on the oil rig, waitressing, cleaning toilets, or whatever dream job they will now return to since I have squashed their musical aspirations (I don't actually call in to vote, but I like to think the power of my negative thoughts plays a little part in the outcome of the show). The only positive side to American Idol is that Annabelle loves to dance and she really gets her groove on when someone good rocks the stage...which sadly for my little dancer it's not very often.

Moving right along, I NEED to be in the know with anything and everything regarding pop culture. So, I jumped on the bandwagon and started reading the Twilight Series. I knew going in that I'm not interested but it's all the rage so I gotta do it (how am I ever going to teach my girls to avoid peer pressure???). I was born without that lovey-dovey-mushy gene that most girls have so the love story was totally lost on me AND can you please give me a break with this vampire and werewolf stuff? I know, I know - I brought this on myself. (If I blogged during the Harry Potter era you would have read a very similar post from me then and I rode the H.P. wave until the bitter end).

Point of the story here (thanks for sticking with me) - I get the girls to bed, turn on American Idol and crack open the 3rd book and decide I can take care of both at once. How much attention do I really need to pay to the book or the show? American Idol really stunk it up and I finished the book which actually ended better than I had anticipated (despite all the werewolf/vampire/love story nonsense...oh wait, isn't that point of the book? *sigh* again).

I venture out at lunch to buy the 4th book (I'm a masochist, what can i say?) and it's 754 pages! She really couldn't sum it up for me in like 50 pages - throw me a bone here! Plus, now I'm talkin' to my girlfriends about going to see the movie. This is Harry Potter all over again for me. I'll never be free of it. Is there Twilight Rehab? To makes matters worse I check the listings and the results show for American Idol is an hour long tonight. What? It takes an hour to tell these people we've crushed their dreams?? I assure you if I was the host, I could send them packing in about 10 minutes and still squeeze in a little dance with Annabelle! Seacrest out!

If you need to find me this evening, I'll be wasting my limited free time watching the train wreck that is American Idol and reading about vampires - AGAIN! Imagine if I committed this much time to things I enjoy -- I might be a pleasant person. But what fun is that?!?! Thank goodness for red wine and my complete lack of willpower.