Showing posts with label Thank you Adam the real winner of American Idol. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Thank you Adam the real winner of American Idol. Show all posts

Friday, April 16, 2010

Crystal Gets Mad, Adam Comes Back to Visit, Ryan Saves the Day

I'm sorry I've been such a lazer blogger. I haven't found much to be excited about. I could have told you Andrew and Katy would be gone. Mike should have been gone last week. All nice people, but not dazzling either.

So here we go...Crystal as always was wonderful, smart, in great voice with her guitar, being herself, and making me happy just by singing. I watched her face as Katy and Andrew were kicked off and she looked so upset. I read on another blog that she started to walk off the show, ran into the parking lot, but Ryan caught up with her. He told her to stay. He told her the best thing he got from American Idol was lots of money and he bought his mother a house. "You could buy your mom a house, too." Supposedly that stopped Crystal dead in her tracks. I know, Crystal, I know. You could buy yourself and your little boy a house, too. It's not pretty is it?
Lee was great, Tim surprisingly found a good song and surprised us, and Siobhan looked pissed. Siobhan, figure out some way not to show how upset you are all the time. It's taking away from your talent. And Aaron, well he's got a powerful voice and I hope he gets a contract. Casey, I almost forgot you. So good, so handsome.
And, Adam...well, he's still got it. His song and his laser show -really interesting and I was happy to see him back.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

I'm Following Adam Lambert...



I called my older sister yesterday to tell her that Adam just went out for ice cream. "Whaddya mean?" was her response. "I'm telling you I'm watching what he's up to!," I repeat. "He sent me a tweet." I hear her laughing hysterically while she's telling her daughter, Jennifer, I'm following Adam on Twitter. Jen joins in on the laughter.I don't see what's so damn funny.

Well, I know when I was in my twenties I would have been horrified to find myself followed by someone in their 60's. I know Adam. I know. You've got to understand. Your fans come in all age brackets, you just probably think it would come to this. But here's the deal: I was just as pretty as you when I was your age. And I'm honored that you let me know what you are up to. I worry about you. I do. So it helps to know that you are doing such wholesome things for fun. Sometimes you are better about telling me what you are up to than my own kids.