Pfunksfoolosophy

It’s been a couple of days since my last post. The main reason is I didn’t feel I had anything to blog about. How wrong I was…how very wrong…in the days since my last post where I was ditched by that homely man…”Dancing with the Stars” and “American Idol” have both had their thrilling finales. “Thrilling” is pushing it, I know. While I really don’t like to support ‘reality’ television, I found myself watching both shows. I know, I know…brain cells lost to the paso doble…My sister and I used to watch ballroom dance competitions back in the day and  we could do a mean Peabody. You don’t often see that one. It’s a quick step. Very tricky. Let’s see John Ratzenberger try THAT one. 
I’ve gotta tell ya, though…Billy Ray Cyrus was my personal fave…not because he was any good, ’cause he wasn’t. It was that the poor guy was so embarassed. He was apologetic. He was genuinely surprised each week he was saved from the chopping block. Then when he did get the boot, he seemed relieved. Poor guy. He was a treat to watch.

American Idol was a different story. I’ve been watching it with my niece since the Fantasia year. I couldn’t care less when the show first starts and then my kid gets me emotionaly involved and I have to watch every week. My kid is killing me with the show. Every year I tell her that I’m not going to watch and  every year, she gets me to watch it with her while we’re on the telephone. This year was a major disappointment, although watching Simon Cowell’s hair NOT move is a treat. I also enjoy the fact that Paula Abdul is absolutely crazy. Oh, she’s  nuts…but sweet.

On to other things…I start ‘training’ for my gig at the studio today. I’m stoked. I’ll be able  to play the piano after hours and I’ll have plenty of time to write. AND I’ll get a paycheck.
Win/Win….yet again.

Ah, life is good.