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I loved both the Davids, but after Tuesday's performance, I thought Archuletta would win! Oh well... the only thing that bothered me about last night's show was Simon's flipping. Suddenly he says "he watched it back" last night and decided Cook had done better? Something smells there. Because we all know Archuletta has a better voice even if Cook is more marketable.

I'm Calling it

DAVID ARCHULETTA!!!!!

Just a Mother

It seems like everyone is talking about motherhood on their blogs these days, and with people having babies and raising kids and all it's quite appropriate! So here are my two bits on motherhood. P.S. I actually wrote this months ago, but for whatever reason decided not to publish until now...

Some time ago (at the height of my blog-stalking phase) I came across a blog authored by someone I have met a time or two but whom I did not know well. This person expressed apprehension about starting a blog because an ‘elitest’ friend of hers had made it known that she felt “family” blogs were an abomination, and that she was horrified at the thought of “countless people wasting countless hours” reading these less than scholarly blogs. The author of this blog then resolved to celebrate her “mediocrity” despite her friend’s disapproval. It has been several months since I read this entry but I have not been able to remove these sentiments from my thoughts. I just keep thinking, “since when have LDS women been tricked into thinking that motherhood is mediocre?” We all know we live in a society where only fame, fortune, and “ivy-league” education are fast becoming all that is considered socially acceptable, but I thought that we as sisters stood apart from the world because we know how vitally important our jobs really are. Every time I hear someone say “I’m just a mom” (and I confess, I hear it from my own mouth at times) my stomach turns! A couple of weeks ago Glenn Beck had a caller on the radio who referred to herself as “just a mom.” I enjoyed what he had to say to her:

“GLENN: I hate, hate, hate when women say, "I'm just a mother." I hate it. And here's why. I believe that we are facing the most perilous times quite possibly in human history and I really, truly believe that -- what's the name of that show on Fox, that new show, the Terminator, what's her name?
DAN: Sarah Connor Chronicles?
GLENN: Sarah Connor. I really, truly believe that mothers of this country need to start viewing themselves as Sarah Connor and start preparing your children and teaching your children right and wrong, black and white, good and evil, how to be strong, how to survive in all ways because we've so screwed this country up that our children are going to be left with just a mess on their hands and we need -- I don't even know what Sarah Connor's son was called, Billy Connor, and we need more Billy Connors, and Sarah Connors are the ones that are going to do it and those are the mothers of today."

Yay! He gets it! Now let’s get on board with him! There is NOTHING mediocre about being a mother to a child. As a woman, I know that my job as a mother is more important than any CEO or self-made millionaire or otherwise successful high-ranking job outside of the home. So I am going to celebrate at being the best, having the best and most important job ever known to mankind… I am a mother!

Most Embarrassing Moments: Part One

I was reminded of this moment by a combination of watching the skits on Napoleon Dynamite, and by running into a song by "The Safety Kids" on the internet yesterday. Oh, and by watching that part on Carrie where she is so horrified that she locks all the doors in the school with her eyes and starts a fire.
No crap there I was... running for some kind of student body government office. My genius campaign strategy?: team up with people more popular than myself. Brilliant! I basically forced this poor girl to do a skit together with me. I should have realized she had no interest in it at all when I showed up at her house to plan the skit and she was on her way out the door to some kind of sports game(plus she was the only one running for her position so really didn't even need to do a skit). But I was persistent! I followed her to the game, all the while trying to pry ideas out of her while she cheered on her team and barely glanced my way for the duration of the game. I finally sifted through some tapes of hers at her house and found an old "Safety Kids" album, and from their decided on a song called "Designer genes." I still can't figure out how this song helps kids be safe but anyway. My campaign strategy to use people more popular than myself was still in full force. We planned to meet at the school the next day to put the finishing touches on. I showed up at like 5am, I think she showed up 5 minutes before school started. That's OK, just in time for her to asked the coolest guys to be in our skit. The plan was for them to dance around (or something like that, the details here get fuzzy) and at the very end turn around and signs on their behinds would say "Vote for Amy and Brittany." Lame in it's own right, but at the rehearsal the principal thought this would be too risqué (thanks to an unsavory "tampon comment" from a student in a skit the year before) and banned us from putting the signs on their bottoms. Even more lame. But again, my campaign strategy did not involve having a good skit by any means.
So the time came for the guys to do their thing. They stood up on stage holding their "vote for Amy and Brittany signs" while the song played in the background. They had these looks on their faces, like "what is going on," and "this is so lame," and you know, hanging their mouths open and shaking their heads and of course the occasional eye roll. Then it ended. No one clapped, the audience was stunned, this part was nothing like Napoleon Dynamite because they didn't all stand up and cheer their loudest. They were looking around at each other and I heard some one shout "What the h%#@?" I yelled "Vote for me!" to a sea of confused faces and the sound of crickets and the occasional cough. Sigh. I wanted to run home and never come back. In my next class, a kid asked, "What the h%#@ was that?" I burst into tears. Needless to say, I did not obtain office that year.

What Amy Means

You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. You have the classic "Type A" personality. You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated. You master any and all skills easily. You don't have to work hard for what you want. You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you'll knock down anyone who gets in your way! You are a free spirit, and you resent anyone who tries to fence you in. You are unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising. You may miss out by not settling down, but you're too busy having fun to care.

What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?