Meatloaf knows, I won't do that

I am the top post at Mile High Mamas today. It's all about where this mom draws the line with her kids.

When I gave birth to my three children, I went from a being free-wheeling, fun-loving, fly-by-the-seat-of-your-capris kind of gal, who could hop in a car and go at a moment’s notice to a diaper bag-hauling, over-protective, sleep deprived, germaphobe with a Super Woman complex. Sound dramatic? Sound familiar? Click here to read more.

I've learned my lesson...

...and the lesson is... crow tastes like chicken.

I will never bet my blog on anything ever again, until the next season of American Idol. I won't be deceived twice or thrice.

There are some happenings around the blogosphere.

This one is having a birthday!

This one is going through quite a change.

This one was the victim of a crime and is daring enough to post her weight.

This one, 28 years ago, had hair to envy! Don't worry, girl. What goes around comes around and when that style comes back, we are gonna be ready with our hot rollers!

Don't bet on a Mormon

Mitt Romney, Marie Osmond, and now "Archie," have all let me down. I should have known better than to bet my blog that he would win, especially since, being a Mormon myself, gambling is against the tenets of my religion.

I think what hurts the most is that I wrong. Read it again. I was wrong. I'm never wrong when it comes to A.I, except this time. I pride myself on being able to predict who will stay and who will go home. The producers set us up for an upset and I fell for it. I'm humiliated.

That's where I have been for the past few days, wallowing in my own humiliation. I could care less which David won, I just wanted to be right.

Thanks for all the nice comments. It's nice to know that if I actually had the guts to pull the plug, I would be missed. So, all of you who bet I would be back, you are right!

This is one Mormon you can bet on.

The End

Anniethology on Idol: The Final Idol Whooz ur daddy?!

David "Babyface" Archuleta
"Monchichi"

Someone give that kid a barf bag. I felt sorry for him, he looked like he was about to pass out. David Archuleta is going to win. I'll bet my blog on it. If he loses I will shut down Anniethology for good. There ya have it! I'm laying myself down on the line for this prediction, although I think I'm pretty safe.

My new home in "Home and Garden"

My first article for the Home and Garden section debuted in the Saturday edition of the local paper this weekend. My picture was even on the front page with the title, "Annie Payne is back!" Click here to have a read.

Above is the picture that was printed along with my article. I must say, I was having a fabulous hair day! Secret Agent Man took about 20 pictures of me before I finally decided on this one. I kept opening and closing blinds, moving the plant, raising and lowering my chin. My editor offered to have the newspaper's photographer come out and take my picture, but honestly I really don't think they would like all the fluffing and fussing I do to get it just right.

#1 on My Summer Book List

It's nice to be able to read strictly for enjoyment, again. My love for Bollywood as filtered into my choices of literature.

The Sari Shop by Rupa Bajwa

This picture could be a scene from the first few pages of the book.

I don't know what I am going to read next. I am willing to take suggestions. What are you going to read this summer?

An Anniethology Ode to Trains.

Japanese Train Loaders.

Didn't their moms teach them to wait their turn?


Indian Train.

"Woot! We're on a train!"


Train Wreck

...wait for it.


Another kind of train wreck...

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Anniethology on Idol: The Final 3

I shouldn't be here. I should be studying for finals. I'm gonna keep this short.

It's obvious to me who the American Idol producers want to win. They put their money into David Cook! I think, that they think, in order to keep American Idol relevant, David Cook needs to win this whole thing. Another "cute kid," like Jordan Sparks, can't win again or they will lose credibility.

David A. So cute, he is hard to criticize, but I saw something on Oprah yesterday that made it all clear for me. Oprah had on "the worlds smartest, most talented kids." She had on a young Philipino girl who could belt out Whitney Houston songs. Although she did an amazing job mimmicking the sound, it lacked the soul, feeling, magic, and life experience Whitney brings to her music. This girl was just a really good parrot.

Don't throw tomatoes, but I feel that at this point David A. is in parrot mode. When he is older, falls in love, get's his heart broken, pays for his own toilet paper, deals with fame, he will become an artist, not just a good singer. The long and short of it... he needs to mature.

Syesha does not want to be the American Idol. Tonight, she tried out for a Broadway show. That is why she picked the song she did. She doesn't want to be a singer, she wants to be an actress.

We should all give her the chance to do that.

My Mudders Day Gift

The Schwin Windwood, for the mom-on-the-go. Rad rubber boots and protective helmet sold seperately. Thanks Secret Agent Man. Thanks kids. Thanks Mr. Bush. I can't wait to add some way cool decals!

Dubya luv ya!

What are you doing with your "Dubya Luv Ya" money, a.k.a your economic stimulus check? Are you stimulating the economy with it? Are you stashing it away? Perhaps you are buying up rice with it? Check back later and I'll show you what we did with ours.

Anniethology on Idol: An "Anniemation"

More Hawaii pics

King Kamehameha and his golden loin cloth. Must be great to be king!

No matter where you go in the world, you can always find a Vietnamese lady to give you a pedi.

Dole Plantation Pineapple Train

Look! Pineapples!

L.D.S Chapel in Honolulu




Mini Me enjoying the Hawaii Mixed CD Wendy gave me.

Annie's Celebrity Shake Down

I've been told more than a half dozen times that I remind people of the princess from Enchanted. Big hair, check. Pointy nose, check. Sings while cleaning, check!

Don't try to dress him up and make him something he's not. I don't want to see Jim with Mandy
Moore. I don't want to see him play football with George Clooney. I just want Jim to be Jim, be Pam's fiancee, look at the camera and shrug his shoulders. That's it. That's all. No more. Just let Jim be Jim.

If Mariah would just read my e-mails, she would know that I don't think marrying Nick Cannon was a good idea. Girlfriend, I'll be here for ya when it all falls apart. That's what BFF's are for.

"Up your nose with a rubber hose."

Jason Castro's Vinnie Barbarino-esque charm has saved him, again. Although I am a fan, I am surprised that he wasn't even in the Bottom Two this week.