American Idol is full of crap!. Let me elaborate. I agree someone that is an Idol should be an upstanding citizen.Someone that young people can admire. That is in a world called "perfect". Now let's just look at a few of the so called idols we have. Elvis, Micheal, Whitney,Ozzie. Serious problems here. The pipes saved their asses. Let's go back a little... Frank Sinatra and his crew weren't exactly angels. Let's fast forward R. Kelly, and Eminem. The scandal that has surrounded these people have not hindered their talent nor hurt record sales. So what does Corey's impending legal battle have to do with his ability to sell records? Not a damn thing. Perhaps the producers should review what types America has chosen to call idols, divas, kings, queens etc....Let these people do their damn thing .... My mother is my hero!

Ahh, Feel that breeze? The winds of change. It's coming. Thank God, it's coming.

Sometimes I think I must have been a really rotten person in a past life... That would be one explanation for some of the ridculous shit in my life now. I keep saying everything happens for a reason . Keep holding out the light . Keep smiling but... DAMN!

From the moment that I heard Mr. Rogers died his opening jingle has been ringing in my mind. I would not rest until I remembered the entire tune. I thought about how many days I watched his program. I thought of shows I had forgotten about like Romper Room and Wonderama. I was happy he wanted ME to be his neighbor. I was happy to be engrossed in him for thrity minutes or so. It brought back memories of a very happy childhood. For that Mr. Rogers thank you.

I am addicted to "The Sims". There, I said it. I find it rather strange that I am, because I didn't play video games before. Something about these little people whose lives I get to control has me hooked. I find myself getting mad at them and talking to the screen.. out loud. Hmm, I need to go out. I know. Talk to real people. I think I missed my calling as a designer though. I must say my sims are living lovely! I am sooooooooooooo sick of hearing about Micheal. Just when I thought it was safe here comes the other one. Lawd! Lawd! Lawd!... Haven't heard from Mickey. Hope he's dead and not sending money transfers to Disney for the rest of his relatives to come.

There is something in this house, mouse patrol is not working out. Still no evidence. But I hear something. Whatever this is has sense. He knows what poison is and has laughed at me. He is winning, and taking over my life. I am determined to beat him. I want him gone! I won't be tearing the house up like the movie Mousetrap but... I understand. Free loading little shit has to go. Yesterday turned out to be quite surprising for me. Just when I thought I was going to become the Valentines Day grinch. Frenchie has been sent packing by America Idol,Hmmm... I'm sure they are digging like hell to find something on Rueben and Kim ( the other two best singers).who just aren't the anorexic people America desires.

I had to add this ... I thought American Idol was about being the best singer, I was obviously wrong.

It's amazing what hunger will do. Dressed in my mouse wear ( hat , long sleeve shirt and jacket, boots and jeans) I grabbed my mighty broom and headed into the kitchen. If I saw anything move the plan would be to swat it with the broom and run like hell ( after a few screams I'm sure) .Everyone I told said if he hears you he won't come out. So there i was banging pots and making so much noise; my neighbors must have thought I'd lost my mind. I'm singing and stomping , steady cooking though...then I heard something. As if he was saying " Yeah I hear you. Now hear this!" I still have not seen any critters and neither did the exterminator. No evidence yet and I'm starting to think that T was playing a very cruel joke. Now my mind has gone overboard. I haven't been hungry though.

Day one of mouse patrol is uneventful. I see no evidence of a mouse, but T swears she saw one. Okay I can do this, I can . Just gotta build up my courage. The exterminator should be here tomorrow. I am so hungry, but so afraid to go into the kitchen ( where the last sighting was) ..Hey I could be onto something. Kind of like a fear factor, mouse diet... I need sleep.

I'm losing my hair. Of course not all at once. Little by little. Day by day. If it's going to fall out why can't it just all fall out? Then I could call it a day, go get a wig or some weave. No it has to torture me, damn near bald in one spot and healthy in another. I could not imagine why I would be missing or losing hair. People say it's stress, but none of my problems are new. I've been dealing with them, or so I thought. I guess I have somehow supressed them and now they are coming out along with my hair. Ain't that some shit? Why couldn't it come out in the form of weight loss? I wish I could sleep, but I think there is a mouse in the house. No sleeping going on here. I'm scared to death. Why did he have to come here? As if I don't have enough crap on my plate. Now along with my spotty head I can add bags under my eyes. And the hits just keep on coming...