So I was sitting at the dining room table, enjoying a cup of coffee and typing away on the computer when Nunzio says "What're you doing?"
"Posting on Amy's blog," I answer innocently.
"Why aren't you posting on OUR blog?" is the response I receive.
So here I am, posting on our blog. I admit it. The two of us have blog envy. We have friends with blogs and they get traffic and people engaging in conversations and our blog has crickets. Okay, not quite crickets, but we're not the main street running through the downtown of blogs.
But that's our fault. We don't post here frequently enough. So I'm here to start a new trend. Except there's just one problem... what to write about.
My husband's suggestion? American Idol.
So for anyone who's about to make fun of me, just remember, this was Nunzio's idea.
Confession time. I'm hooked on American Idol. I have been since Season 5. I guess among diehard fans that makes me late to the game. But I'm busy trying to make up for lost time. It's a little sad because Nunzio and I have long since been vocal reality TV show haters. Aside from being stupid (which they are), they also take away from our work pool. As freelance writers struggling in Hollywood, we rely on there being lots of jobs on scripted television shows. But as networks get more and more enamored of the reality TV show and how cheap it is to make it, our job pool shrinks.
We've even had some serious fights with Nunzio's family who are avid Amazing Race fans. But the general mantra in our house remains the same. "Reality TV bad."
Except I turned on American Idol one night. I'd been hearing lots about it. That Simon Cowell guy. He's so mean yet he always speaks the truth. I had a nagging curiosity. I would see for myself.
I've been watching ever since. And lo and behold, every Tuesday night I would curl up in front of the TV and watch the performances. Now our apartment wasn't that big so Nunzio could avoid hearing what was on the TV. And little by little, he went from a 2 second pause when he'd pass through the living room on his way to the kitchen to sitting down every time Chris Daughtry performed. And by Season 5's end, we were both hooked.
So here it is Season 7 and we're both watching waiting to find the next Chris Daughtry. Which isn't that hard because this season they have David Cook and he's talented in similar and yet different ways. And I occasionally stick my head out to my friends to ask cautiously 'hey, do you watch American Idol?' And I'm pleased that I've found a few "yeses" so that I can trade e-mails on Wednesday and Thursday mornings and vent my displeasure at the totally unfair cutting of Michael Johns.
I've also had to swallow my pride and admit to Nunzio's brothers that yes, I do watch one reality TV show now. Sadly, I haven't been able to get either of them over to the American Idol camp.
But there you have it. And this post has served two purposes. One, I have hopefully appeased my husband by posting on OUR blog (and not someone else's). And two, I have given you all fair warning if I start posting every Wednesday and Thursday with my American Idol thoughts.