And the Winner is...

JIPPED!

DOH!

So, we baked brownies, got out the ice cream, settled down around 8 o'clock and called up the pre-recorded American Idol on our DVR (cuz we're on crazy central time now and everything starts at 7 O'CLOCK - pre-bed-time for kiddos).

We went through two hours of stuff. Two hours of sometimes interesting, sometimes not-so-interesting fluff stuff.
My sister-in-law and nephew even delayed ogling the final DVR'ed episode of Lost - SHOCKING, I know!

We were at the last commercial break.

And then?

Nothing. Abso-freakin-nothing!

Turns out our DVR stops exactly ON THE HOUR, and if you know FOX, you know nothing ends ON THE HOUR on that network cuz that's how they roll. Which would be fine if I would have remembered that (we missed DAUGHTRY last night for the EXACT same reason!), but then, that makes it even worse cuz our DVR has this nifty little feature where you can actually change the time to exceed the hour - and of course, I didn't remember. So it was my fault. But, oh no! I refuse to take all of the blame! I went to the guide, chose the SHOW - not the TIME - so it should have recorded the ENTIRE SHOW, right?

Oh, Whatever! Just a show. No big deal...

So we deferred to the Internet to see who won. I figure at this point they're all going to be winners, anyways. And I don't mean that in a sympathetic, idealistic Paula Abdul way, I mean it in a look-at-Daughtry way. That's right. Booted off last year and the biggest out-of-the-gate hit from American Idol, surpassing Taylor Hicks' record sales by over a million.

I always think it's funny to see all the ex-Idolers out in the audience. Like that guy, Constantine Morales? Was that his name? Cool name... but the guy? Not so sure. But why-oh-why was his mug ALWAYS in the background tonight?

And then the humor they add with their little awards segments? Not so funny, at least not to me. That stuff gets old. And sorta cruel, in a way. Like the Sanjaya performance. Maybe it's just me...I dunno.

Anyways, enough about American Idol. Congrats to what's her name. Blake will go on to do great things, I'm sure. That beat-boxing rocked! How does he do that anyways?

But, I have to admit: I loved seeing Bette Midler on the show. Really surprising, and she totally reminded me of BEACHES (ummm, maybe had to do with the song she chose? Wind Beneath My Wings) - one of the few movies I still actually have a copy of!

And then there's--
"You've got to give a little, take a little, let your poor heart break a little.
That's the story of, that's the glory of, Love..."

Ahhh... C.C. Bloom and her reliably sane sidekick Hillary Whitney.  Little pint-sized cynic Victoria.



Oh, yeah!! My sister in law's in for a treat - I told her we're going to watch it sometime soon because she's never seen it before. She laughed; I'm serious. Total chick flick! :) And I need someone to tortu-- uhumm -- watch it with me! ;)

Okay, I'm super-tired and a little looney because of it!