Blogger, Whooz Ur Daddy?! Installment 2

Cutie Married Lauren

It takes a certain amount of bravery and perhaps even brain damage to offer oneself up as a guinea pig to the "Idol, Whooz Ur Daddy?!" DNA Macheen.

It looks as if The Macheen was feeling particularly happy today. Could anyone out there more lucky than to have the genetically blessed pair of Ted McGinley and Christie Brinkley as the DNA matches?!

Now, I've met Lauren's true DNA donators and they are just as attractive as Christie and Ted. I would even venture to say, perhaps even more so, because not only are they good-lookin' people, but they are also good people. And by good, I mean great!

Blogger, Whooz Ur Daddy?! Installment 1

Per Tiburon's request,

"What do I have to pay you to do one of this for the Tibster?"

I put her picture through the "Idol, Whooz Ur Daddy?!" DNA Macheen. I cannot be held responsible for what comes out. The Macheen has a mind of its own.

Ed Begely Jr. + Bonnie Hunt + Hotness + Charisma = Tibs

Tibs has always reminded me of Christina Applegate.

If you go to MorphThing.com and combine Tibs and Christina, this is what you get!

Christina should be so lucky.

Anniethology on Idol: Idol, Whooz ur daddy? Season 8, Part 8

Greg Proops + Sally Field = Danny Gokey

I'm the long-lost Shue sibling! Do you think my sibs will share the "Karate Kid" or "Melrose Place" residuals with me?

Turning blog buddies into IRL friends!

I love these ladies!

When I started blogging over three years ago, I did it because I had a lot of ideas that I needed to get out of my head. I didn't anticipate that I would make bloggy buddies and then eventually meet them in person, making them "In Real Life" friends.

I'm really tired and I should be packing, but I wanted to say that although my posts have been few and far between lately, I love blogging. I love the friendships that I have been able to cultivate through blogging and I look forward to 3+ more years.

Domestic Diva, Lazy Lady of Leisure or somewhere in between; What kind of housekeeper are you?

The inspiration for this week’s Home and Garden article came from Facebook. If you don’t know what Facebook is, I’m sure you know people who do. It seems like everyone is joining the Internet social networking scene, lately. A popular pastime of Facebookers, aside from sharing photos and messages with family and friends, is taking quizzes.

Gentle readers, you don’t have to take a bunch of online quizzes to find out who you are. If you forget, I’ll tell you. That’s what friends are for. I’ve created my own quiz to help you assess your attitudes toward keeping house.

Now, men, don’t feel slighted if I’ve left you out of the loop. I know there are many of you that do your share around the house. If it makes you feel any better you can come over to my house and make bread and fold laundry. But you can’t use my Dyson. Then what would I do for fun?

How would you characterize your cleaning routine?

A. It’s a top priority. Nothing else happens until the house is in order. Certain chores are done on specific days.
B. I clean when I have time and when company is coming over.
C. Love me, love my mess.

Which answer best describes your attitude towards laundry?

A. I pre-treat stains. I fold promptly. I never let ironing or laundry sit.
B. I have a regular laundry day.
C. I get dressed out of the dryer.

How would you characterize your feeling on household cleaners?

A. I’ve tested and compared several different cleaners. I’ve settled on what works best, regardless of the price.
B. I buy whatever is on sale, regardless of whether I know it works or not.
C. I use Windex on everything.

Which answer best describes your attitude towards your bed?

A. I make my bed first thing in the morning. I arrange each of my fifteen pillows with tender loving care. I vacuum my mattress. I regularly launder and iron my sheets. For an extra bit of luxury, I use a lavender spray on my pillows to help me relax at bedtime.
B. My bed serves more for function than fashion. I wash my sheets regularly and flip the mattress when I remember. I’ve been known to fold and stack clean laundry on my bed. I might skip making my bed on the weekends.
C. My greatest joy is to eat in bed. If there is laundry on my bed when it’s time to sleep, I just climb under the clothes. Another name for my bed is “couch,” because I watch TV there, too. I don’t usually make my bed, because I might want to get back in it in a couple of hours.

Which answer best describes your attitude toward your floor?

A. I have a “Hawaiian-style” home. All shoes come off at the door.
B. I’ll ask people to take off their shoes if I just swept, vacuumed, or mopped. I don’t ask my guests take off their shoes. I don’t want to embarrass them in case they have holes in their socks.
C. I don’t ask people to remove their shoes. They may need them to protect their feet from what’s on my floor!

How would you describe the division of responsibilities when it comes to household chores?

A. If you want it done right, you’ve got to do it yourself.
B. I do most of the work around the house, but leave the least desirable chores to the kids. Isn’t that what we have them for?
C. Hey, if it bothers you, you can clean it up!

If you answered mostly A, you are a:

Domestic Diva – There’s not a mess that you can’t handle. No stain goes untreated. No pillow goes un-fluffed. You are the type of housekeeper that others envy. You make it look so easy.
As much as your cleanliness is to be commended, don’t forget the reason you do it: You do it for the benefit of the people that live and visit there. Ditch the plastic covering on the furniture. Take time off from dusting the back of switch plates to spend some more with the ones you love. You’ll never see a gravestone that reads, “I wish my house were cleaner.”

If you answered mostly B, you are a:

Middle of the Road Molly- Congratulations! You are average! You understand the importance of keeping a tidy home, but you don’t let it run your life. Your house is clean, when it needs to be. You like an orderly home, but won’t sacrifice time with family or friends to do it.
Perhaps, now, it might be time to step up your game. Asking for more help and setting regular routines will help you have more order in your home. Be proactive when it comes to cleaning your house, focus on maintaining instead of waiting to clean until it’s messy again. This will help you to avoid the mad dash of pick up and put away when friends phone to say they are five minutes away.

If you answered mostly C, you are a:

Lazy Lady of Leisure – Girl, youz got some `splaining to do! Oprah isn’t going to come to your rescue. You’ve got to dig your own self out of this one. Your house didn’t get that way overnight. It’s going to take some time to get it in order.
Start with small steps. If you can’t tackle a whole room, start with the flat surfaces, like the countertops or tabletops. Purge all the garbage, sort what is left, and then assign it a home. Enlist the help of others in the household. It didn’t get messy on its own and it won’t get cleaned on its own, work together to create and maintain a well-kept home. A messy home not only drains your energy, but it could also make you sick. You very well could end up with a gravestone that reads,
“I wish my house were cleaner.”

Good Mail Girls: End of an era?

First of all, thank you (you know who you are) for brightening my day with these

Easter goodies.

(Sorry for the crummy picture. Santa is a big fat liar.)

I've been considering deleting the Good Mail Girls blog. I think interest has wained a bit. I would keep it open if the participants wanted me to.

The above is the only Good Mail I've received in awhile, but like I always say, "If you want to get, you've got to give." I admit to not giving in awhile, too.

So, all my GMG's let me know what you think. Delete or no delete?

Easter, International Holiday of Mystery

Christmas is the most anticipated holiday, Halloween is the spookiest, but Easter is the most mysterious. Easter is shrouded in questions, some of them have answers some of them do not.

One of the greatest mysteries of Easter is the mystery of my favorite Easter candy, the Reese’s Peanut Butter Egg. Why does it taste better than the Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup? They are both made by the same company. They are both made with peanut butter and chocolate, so why the difference?

Then, there is the mystery of how to boil the eggs. Why is it that I can never remember how long it takes to boil an egg? Every year we dye the eggs and I have to look up how to boil an egg on the Internet.

Not mysterious enough? Here’s another one. Why is it that they only put one metal egg dipper in the Easter egg coloring kit? Don’t they know that the average American family has 3.18 kids? Why not 3.18 dippers per box?

Because that’s how they get ya, that’s why! If you want 3.18 of those ingeniously designed egg dippers, you’re going to have to buy 3.18 boxes of egg coloring. And you know you have to, because spoons just don’t work as well. You just can’t dye eggs without those dippers!

Here is something you can do without, that annoying, green, fake grass that goes in the Easter baskets. That stuff gets everywhere! It’s like finding sand in your underwear days after you’ve been to the beach. Every year I end up cleaning up little strands of Easter grass until Independence Day.

Speaking of Independence Day, every year we know that Independence Day will be on the fourth of July, no fail. But, Easter changes from year to year. Why is that? This is a mystery that actually has an answer. According to the all-knowing Wiki;

“Easter falls at some point between late March and late April each year, following the cycle of the moon. After several centuries of disagreement, all churches accepted the computation of the Alexandrian Church, now the Coptic church, that Easter is the first Sunday after the first fourteenth day of the moon (the Paschal full moon) that is on or after March 21st (the ecclesiastical spring, or vernal, equinox)…” blah, blah, blah. Clear as egg yolk?

Although Easter Sunday changes from year to year, I never miss watching "The Ten Commandments." What is the mystery in that? The mystery is this: How is it that year after year Yule Brenner just keeps getting sexier? I love it when he says, “Moses and the Hebrews think they can out-wise my fathah.”

Mini Me has an Easter mystery of her own. She can’t figure out why I'll pay fifteen bucks to have her picture taken with a stranger in a Santa suit, but I won’t pay to have her picture taken with a stranger in a Bunny suit. What can I say? The bunny creeps me out a little. The one at our mall needs a new costume. He looks like he has mange.

Oh, there are many things that are mysterious about Easter, but probably the biggest mystery of all is why the Easter Bunny brings eggs? Bunnies don’t lay eggs, chickens lay eggs. Shouldn’t an Easter Chicken bring eggs? The Easter Bunny should bring, um…Easter Pellets?

Yeah… never mind. Let’s just stick with the eggs.

Black and White Easter Egg Tree, a.k.a. A good use for an old vase.

This was such a joy, honestly, a joy for me to make. Not only did I make use of a much appreciated, but under used vase, I also got to spray paint! I am a little addicted to black spray paint. I will show you more evidence of that later.

In case we are not friends on Facebook (yet) and you haven't seen my outdoor Easter Egg Tree, here it is! Say "hello" to our little birdie mascot, too (We are into birdie mascots at the House of Payne). He/She has no name, yet. I'm taking suggestions.

Later that day....more fun with black eggs and old vases.

I decorated the eggs with colored chalk and used friendly-to-the-environment shredded paper instead of plastic Easter grass.

Anniethology Spring Cleaning, Stage 1: Purging

I've been thinking a lot about excess. When is enough stuff, enough? I often feel like I spend my day as a slave to my things. Moving them from one place to another. I know there is a better way to live. I know that if I can live more simply, I'll have more room, time and energy to focus on the things that really matter. (I laugh at myself. I get so Zen when I talk about my home.)

I wasn't planning on doing this today. I was busy cleaning the kitchen when I tried to throw something away under my sink and realized that the cabinet door wasn't closing. I pulled the trash can out to see what was back there and found nine vases! Nine vases! When am I ever going to use NINE vases?

I'm not going to go crazy. I'm not going to throw all of them out, but definitely most of them have to go. Then I am going to find a new home for them other than under my kitchen sink.

I'll keep the red and green vases. And the vase with the wrought iron base. I'm also going to keep the clear, square vase, because it's from Aubrey and I love her. The other generic clear vases are going to go away.

How many vases do you have? Do you save them? Do you use them? Where do you store them? Do you have any creative ideas for their use besides holding fresh flowers?

Anniethology on Idol: Idol, Whooz ur daddy? Season 8, Part 7

You are never ready for this.

My brother said it happened just like he thought it would. The news would come by an early morning phone call from me.
About 45 minutes earlier, my phone rang at 3:30 a.m. It stopped before I got to it. I didn’t recognize the number on the caller id.
“Someone drunk dialed,” I thought.
I was almost back to sleep when it rang again. This time the call was coming from my parent’s house. It was my mom.
“Annie, I don’t want you to panic, but the ambulance just took your dad to the hospital.”
I hung up and went for the closet.
“What do you wear at 4’o clock in the morning to the hospital?”
I was panicked, I was scared, and I didn’t know what to wear. I paced back and forth a few times in the closet before I pulled myself together enough to reach for an argyle sweater and pair of jeans.
I started making phone calls in the car on the way to my mom’s to pick her up; my sister in New Castle, first, then my brother. I decided to wait to call my sister in Boston. Not much she could do from there.
Mom was waiting at the door when I got to her house. On the way to hospital she told me that dad woke up with chest pains, numbness in his left arm, and shortness of breath, all the classic signs of a heart attack. He took an aspirin then he woke up my mom.
By the time we got to the cardiac unit, Dad was already wearing a light green hospital gown with tubes and wires as accessories. I’d seen him like this a couple years before in the emergency room, when a dog in the back of a truck reached out and took a chunk out of his arm as he passed it in a parking lot.
My older brother, on the other hand, had never seen my dad looking so vulnerable. I could see it on his face, my brother was scared. I’m sure all the times dad had rescued us ran through his mind. Now it was my dad’s turn to be rescued.
Before 10 a.m., my mom, brother, sister, brother-in-law and I surrounded my dad’s hospital bed. We thought that we were being strong. We thought that we were doing a good job of hiding our fear and concern. I knew it made him uncomfortable to have us all staring at him like that, but-true to form-my dad talked and joked with us to show us that he was going to be okay.
The worst of it seemed to be over by the time he got to the hospital. He felt so much better that he began to regret going. By mid-day it looked as if dad would be staying overnight, just as a precaution.
Mom and I headed home for a nap. I didn’t make it all the way up to my room. I just took off my shoes and lay down on the couch.
Less than an hour later, my tearful mom was on the phone again. The blood tests confirmed that he, indeed, had a heart attack and the doctor wanted to do an angioplasty as soon as possible.
This time I didn’t stop to consider my appearance.
My mom and I didn’t say much on the way back to the hospital. I knew I should talk to her. I knew I should say something. I knew I shouldn’t let her sit there and cry and stew over what could happen, but I didn’t know what to say. I begrudged being the youngest at that moment. My older sister in Boston would be much better suited for supporting my mom when she needed it the most.
I said the only thing I could think of. I told mom that we couldn’t let dad see us scared. He was going to be scared enough without having to worry about us. I said it more for me than for her.
We had just a few minutes to talk to him before they came to take him down for what would be an hour- long procedure.
I wonder if doctors ever get tired of people thanking them. I wonder if saving lives eventually becomes passé. When the doctor came in the waiting room to tell her how the procedure went, my mom thanked him as if he had just given her a hundred Christmas presents with a hundred shiny red bows. My dad - got a brand new stint in the front of his heart to keep his artery open.
Later that night, Mom, Dad, and I watched “Dancing with the Stars” together in his hospital room. That jilted bachelorette turned out to be really good. Dad had to lie really still for the next few hours, some of the longest of his life.
His life. Dad’s life.
My dad didn’t die on March 16th.
The time for fear is over. Now, it’s just a time for gratitude. So, to celebrate my dad’s life, we had a barbeque. We called it the “Barbeque-not-a-Funeral-Barbeque.”
Dad had chicken.

Anniethology on Idol: Idol, Whooz ur daddy? Season 8, Part 6

The Wicked Witch of the West + Mermista from the She-Ra cartoon =

Adam Lambert on Halloween.

My wish list

I have a file folder in my favorites called, "Mama's Wish List." Here is a sample of the items found therein:

Chrome Stainless Steel Exhaust Tips enhance your vehicles appearance & dual exhaust system helps provide looks and increased performance. Chrome tip slips over your existing exhaust pipe and secures with a fastener, adding extra street smarts to your vehicle.

A t-shirt that says this!

These knobs from Anthropologie.

This candle from k. hall designs.

And these Jessica Simpson pumps.

Stephenie Meyer: Fan or Copycat

Watch the first 12 and half minutes of the pilot of "Roswell" and you tell me.

(Yes, "Alias" fans. That is Marshall.)

The more you watch, the more similarities between plot and characters you will find.

Apparently, I'm not the only one who has noticed. If you Google "Stephenie Meyer" and "Roswell" you'll find 23,4000 entries.

I'm mad that I didn't notice before. I lived in Covina, CA where a lot of the filming for "Roswell" took place. I was a huge fan of the show and was super disappointed when it ended. I can't believe I didn't connect the dots sooner.

The real question is:

Do these similaries make me a jilted fan or a more ardent supporter?

Anniethology on Idol: Idol, Whooz ur daddy? Season 8, Part 5

So long, Jorge. Looks like the Puerto Rican vote wasn't enough to save you. I think you shouldn't have tried to hide your accent when you sang and a little eyebrow grooming could have gone a long way. America is ripe for another Latin Invasion and you could have started it. "Ancho meng."

And just so you know, I can dish it out as well as take it!

Read this or don't. I don't care.

I had my birthday a couple months ago. The great thing about being closer to forty than thirty is that I care less about what people think about me. I'm not saying I don't care about people, but I have come to the point in my life where someone's good or not-so-good opinion of me does not cause me to lose sleep at night. I am happy with who I am and nobody can take that away from me. The only person's opinion that matters to me is Secret Agent Man's. When it comes to the opinion of others, my motto is, "Do they put a roof over your head? Do they feed your children? No? Then, who gives a rat what they think?!" S.A.M. puts the food in my belly and clothes on my back. I care about what he thinks. Him and no one else. Well, and my mother. I care what my mother thinks. Especially when I write my articles. I don't want to humiliate her. So, I am mindful to put the filter on so I don't embarass her. And my dad. I care what he thinks, too. He fed me and clothed me for a long time. And then there is Voices Carrie. I'd be upset if she was upset with me. And my newspaper readers. I care what they think. Someone sent me a clipping of one of my articles with red pencil circling the grammar mistakes! Who does that? Who has time to do that? Then there are the children. I want my own children to like me and the kids at church, too. I hope they enjoy being with me and enjoy the lessons I plan for them. And the kids at school. I hope they like the art projects. I'd be sad if they thought I was boring. But that's it. Those are the only people whose opinion matters. But then there was the lady that I accidently took the right-of-way away from and she mouthed the words, "Are you an idiot?!" That hurt. She had no idea she ruined my day. I mouthed back the words, "I'm sorry," but she didn't mouth back, "It's okay," she just drove on. If only she knew what I good person I was, she wouldn't have acted like that. So, there ya go. I don't care what people think of me, except for the few I mentioned and you. I just don't care.

Anniethology on Idol: Idol, Whooz ur daddy? Season 8, Part 4

Von Smith didn't make it to the final 12 or 13, be that as it may, he tried his best, so he earned two trips through the "Idol, Whooz ur daddy?!" macheen. Here are the results:

"What the Wednesday?!" Anniethology question of the week.

Apparently, Octomom hasn't made payments on her home since May. She is on the verge of being homeless along with her 14 kids.

Question: Why hasn't Obama saved her house?

The Bachelor Conspiracy Theory

I'm not buying it. I"m just not buying it. This show is the most contrived piece of trash that I have ever dedicated weeks of my life to.

I hate that hours before these bachelors are supposed to choose the love of their life, they are confused and don't know which one to pick. They love them both. That is such crap. (I'm sorry, Mom, but it is.) If the man I was engaged to didn't know he wanted me from the word "go" I'd be outta there.

After Secret Agent Man met me, he never thought of another woman ever again. He had no doubts. I was it for him.

What I think happened with this last Bachelor, Jason, is he really wasn't completely sold on either one of them. So, instead of going the route of a previous bachelor and dumping them both, Jason and the producers cooked up a ratings-getting plan.

Jason would send one on home, propose to the other, and then after they get back to reality, tell her that he really loved the other one more, and then in a big dramatic ending, ask for the jilted one back. It was a risk, for sure. But, if you aren't that invested in either one of the women...what is the harm? The women know what they are getting into, right? They know they are making a TV show.

The harm is that Jason looks like a wish-washy horses backside. The harm is one girl, Melissa, actually thought she was getting married. The harm is that Molly sat on her duff for weeks hoping and praying he would change his mind and she looks desperate to agree to take him back so readily.

I think Jason knew what he was going to do this all along. Remember his parting words to Molly before he shut the limo door, it was something like, "You have to remember that everything between us was real." This was a ratings setup.

I am completely convinced that he makes more money because of the more dramatic ending. I'm sure these bachelors get a % of the earnings and mark my words this Bachelor will receive the highest ratings of all.

I hope that $$ is worth your integrity, Jason.

But who's the real sucker here?

I don't want to answer that.

What?! I have a blog?!

Blog posts have been few and far between lately. I won't apologize for it. I refuse. See the sidebar? "Blogging without obligation" means that I don't have to feel bad for not posting every day, every other day, or even regularly for that matter. Be that as it may, I know that I have regular readers who feel a twinge of disappointment - that they quickly get over - when they see I haven't posted anything new. Here is a list of excuses for why I haven't been to my blog - or your's - lately.

1. Facebook is so much fun. Connecting with friends, new and old. I'm even playing games and talking smack with a few. I've been defriended and even defriended a few myself. I hate it when people make me a friend and don't bother to leave me a little message. If I've done that to you...I'm sorry. I never said that I wasn't a hypocrite.

2. I've been a busy, busy mommy. My boys have been playing basketball for which I have been the coach and the team manager. Today was our last game. Whew. Fun. But glad it's over.

3. More busy mommy stuff. Mini Me has been in cheerleading. That's also over. Note to self: Don't put the kids in sports at the same time. They must take turns with the extra-curricular activites.

4. Ever since I did the radio show with Adam and Rick, blogging seems so passé. I would love to do a Bollywood radio show. Play movie soundtracks and talk about Bollywood movie news and stars, do movie reviews and such. I thought that I had made all my wildest dreams come true, maybe I have some dreams yet to be fulfilled, afterall.

5. ::thinking:: I got nothin'.

And there you go. That is the great thing about blogging. You don't have to have a witty ending or good grammar or correct spelling, for that matter, as witnessed on this blog. When you have nothing left to say...you just stop.

the end

Anniethology on Idol: Idol, Whooz ur daddy? Season 8, Part 3

Maybe you were looking for my review tonight, maybe you weren't. Fact is, I forgot. I am so unmoved by tonight's contestants that I forgot to open the laptop and share my opin with you all. If you put a gun to my head... you'd have to pull the trigger, because I can't pick a favorite tonight.

I can say that Kai makes me want to hide my children. He's creepy-deepy. I get a grody vibe off of that guy. He is a cardboard sign away from begging on a corner.

I'm doing "Idol, Whooz ur daddy?" in reverse tonight! Cuz I'm crazy like that!

Kai + a bar of soap = Eric Benet with a girlfriend! See Kai? Do you see your potential with a little hygiene?

Sarah Jessica Parker, The Good Witch of the North, Joy Behar and Tin Foil Hats

Joy Behar has never had an original thought in her haggard, jaded life. She stole my joke! That hack said on"The View" today that SJP looked like the Good With of the North. I'm going to start wearing my tin foil hat again, but this time I am going to fashion it into a crown.

Annie's Oscar Recap

... As taken from my Facebook stati. Read from the bottom up. Check back later for my Best and Worst dressed picks.


Annie , Raj Malhotra, and 1.2 billion of their closest friends are cheering! 10:00 p.m.

Annie : Do you know what "The Reader" is about? 9:56pm

Annie is sitting and reflecting on the great shame that will be seen in the eyes of grandchildren and great grand children because Sean Penn said so. 9:53

Annie : Princess Buttercup was better off with Wesley. 9:49pm
Annie : Mickey Rourke gives Hulk Hogan false hope.
Annie : Kate Winslet is looking mumsy tonight. 9:39pm

Annie : Penelope Cruz sees her future in Sophia Lauren and is really, really scared. 9:37pm
Annie : Seeing all that stuff float around on the blue screen makes me want to sneeze. 9:30pm -
Annie : Reece looks like she decided to come to the Oscars 20 minutes ago and in her rush borrowed a dress from Dame Judi Dench. 9:28pm
Annie : Bernie Mack is dead?! 9:20pm

Annie : The moment I've been waiting for...Bollywood in Hollywood! 8:57pm




Annie : Jerry Lewis is still alive?! 8:46pm

Annie wonders if Jennifer Anniston's gown smelled like ciggies. 8:27pm

Annie thinks majeek treecks by a French dude is exactly what the slow hour of the Oscars needed.
Annie has never been "enthralled in uncertainty." 8:12pm
Annie proclaims in unison with Hugh Jackman, "The musical is back!" 8:07pm
Annie : No religious conservatives allowed at the Oscars. Values checked at the door. 7:59pm

Annie thinks Jessica Biel forgot untuck the napkin from the front of her dress after dinner.
Annie says, "And the award for Best Bruting (sic) Presenter goes to...Edward!"
Annie thinks Sarah Jessica Parker looks like the Good Witch of the North in her Oscar gown. 7:17 p.m

This is me.

See ya when I feel better.

Annie on KAFM community radio.

Click here to listen to the podcast of today's radio show.

I brought refreshments and took my bathroom break before the show. The "do" was easily refluffed after the use of headphones. Luckily, I did not have to test the compassion of my co-hosts by fainting. I refrained from "shout-outs," but it was reallllly tempting.

Thanks to my co-hosts. Thanks to everybody who listened. Thanks to makers of Throat Coat Tea, for helping me get through the show, despite my sore throat and a special thanks to bloggy buddy forever, Heffalump, for calling into the show and slow pitching me a softball of a question that I could swing at!

Annie on Idol: Instant Reviews

Contestant #1 whose name isn't worth remembering. JPL sang this song better. She looks like Feather Tuscadero beat up Betty Boop and stole her top.


Ricky-Love the velvet blazer. Good choice. Hard to go wrong with a crisp white shirt and nice fitting blazer. Ricky sings...zzzzzzz. Simon and I seem to be on the same wavelength tonight.


Alexis Grace- Cutie!I like to cheer on the mommies. I like the red lips. Her face looks like a young Dolly Parton. Good job Mamacita.


Ryan is so awkward on the fly.Brent Keith- I see a dimple. Guess who's going back to his hick town. Did Paula really hold up Buckie Covington as a success?! Ha! Simon prempted me.


Stevie Wright- Oh no! Starting off as atrain wreck. Experiencing physcial discomfort. Terrrible song choice. Karoke at a friends birthday party.


Anoop!- A little eyebrow grooming could go a long way. First four bars...best guy so far. He is going to get way more than the Desi vote.I would love to see him in an ice cream white suit.


Casey Carlson- Hello? Who is calling please? Disney? Yeah, hold on Casey is right here.


Oil Rigger- We've seen this song performed better on this show before. He has good moves for a big boy.


Ann Marie Boskovich - She could sell floss and lip gloss. Good teeth, good lips. Didn't like the song...finish strong though.


Steven Fowler- sang "I Want to Rock With You" but he forgot the metallic outfit that made this song great.


Ms. Coco Pants Tatiana- How did she make it and the Osmond didn't? This song just made Whitney Houston go back to crack!


Mejor dicho Senorita Pantalones Locas.

Danny Gokey- Most confindent performer of the night. I'm not a fan, but he did good.

3 Best Performances in my not so humble and usually right opinion: Alexis Grace, Anoop, and Danny.

Talk radio is not ready for me

....and I'm not quite ready for it.

I've been invited to be a guest co-host for a techie-type radio show this week. What I lack in knowledge of the subject, I will more than make up for in charisma. The other hosts, Adam Cochran and Rick Castellini have no idea of the pandoras box they are about to open putting a microphone in front my mouth.

It's been my personal philosophy in life to take advantage of every offered experience and not let my insecurity get in my way. That being said, I do have few reservations and/or questions on what to expect and how to prepare for my first radio gig:

1. Can I bring refreshments into the box?

2. Is it a box or booth or sound room or studio?

3. Do I have to wear the headphones? I'm afraid they'll crush the do.

4. Can I give "shout-outs?" Holla to my homies!

5. Will there be bathroom breaks?

6. Is techie spelled with a "y" or "ie"?

7. What is the difference between a "techy(ie) and a computer geek?

8. If I faint will my co-hosts seek immediate medical attention or will they wait until the show is over?

9. Does this gig include dental coverage?

10. Does Sean Hannity know that I will be in direct competition with his time slot and does he care?

I'll answer this one... I don't think so.

To listen to my talk radio debut online, go to kafmradio.org this Wednesday from noon-1 p.m MST.

Anniethology on Idol: Idol, Whooz ur daddy? Season 8, Part 2

I've been a busy lady lately, but not too busy to fire up the "Idol, Whooz Ur Daddy?" macheen and crank out another DNA match for our A.I. contestants.

Pugsley from the original "Addams Family"+a pin cushion= Nathaniel

Version 2.0 for Chellie and B.

I hate the Tooth Fairy!

The downside of having trusting, faithful, loyal children is that, after what feels like a jillion missing teeth later, they still believe in the Tooth Fairy. Whether my ten-year-olds deep down think she is real or still believe in the process-put tooth under pillow, get money-is besides the point, I'm still paying them $$ for losing teeth.

I've been delinquent in my Tooth Fairy duties as of late (that's nothing new). So, I tried to come up with something extra special. Despite the $$, I love that my ten-year-old boys will still hold hands with me in public, they still love stuffed animals, and the still believe in the Tooth Fairy.

(not my picture. taken from the internet)

Tonight, I spent 45 minutes learning how to fold a dollar into a heart. Too bad that blanking Tooth Fairy is going to get all the credit.

Anniethology on Idol: Idol, Whooz ur daddy? Season 8, Part 1

Due to the success of last year's "Idol, Whooz ur daddy?" posts, the budget has gone up for this season. I am a busy woman who doesn't have the time for such frivolous analysis, so have acquired the help of a macheen to do the DNA matches for me. I put pictures of the contestants in the macheen and it provides the closest possible matches. I have to say the that macheen is a lot more brutal than I ever was. Sometimes the macheen is unable to find DNA matches for the Idols with actual people, so it will pick cartoon characters, animals, or inanimate objects.

This contestant is already gone-ja. She'll have to go home and cry on the shoulders of her daddy, Axl, and her mommy, Rainbow Bright.

Is Julie Brown sitting in Pee Wee's playhouse?




I don't understand this one. The macheen picked a crab and a brown belt. What's up with that? Something must be wrong with the wiring. I may need to look into that.




Fortunately, I know my Bollywood. Anoop, has been matched with Bollywood superstar Abhishek Bachchan and a laundry basket.




Lucky, lucky Adam. He has been matched with Monchichi, much like our boy "Archie" was last year and Michael "Hey kids rock and roll" Damian. Who wouldn't want to look like Michael Damian? Hello?!