So, I swore I’d never use my dialing fingers again.  I swore there would never be another.  Last week I let my Big Girl do the dialing, but it still wasn’t me.  Promise kept.  And then came last night, and I believed that Cookie needed all the help he could get after the slamming he got from the judges.  So I dialed my little fingers off.  “Go Cookie Go!!”

I realized as I dialed that there was more to it.  I was feeling traitorous…rebellious after the Teen Angel news debacle earlier in the week.  Kind of like the girlfriend who goes out and cheats after the boyfriend forgets her birthday.  I’ve never been the cheating type, or the vengeful type, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t feel good.  It was satisfying to vote for another in a twisted sort of way.

Yeah, I know…I’m a sick, sick woman!  This shouldn’t be personal, I REALLY shouldn’t care.  I keep wondering why I feel so damn annoyed about the whole thing.  I need to let it go.  It doesn’t matter.  My life is full without caring what Taylor Hicks does with his career.  I tell my kids all the time, “If you spent as much time worrying about what you’re doing and not what everyone else is doing, you’d be much more productive.”  So I will take my own advice.  This is my last rant on the subject.

I promise.  😉

And now, for your viewing pleasure as we anxiously await tonight’s results show with the “BIGGEST star ever to be born and grace our planet with his/her presence.”  (I’m thinking, maybe this guy?)