I Want to be Ruben Studdard

I have to admit that I quit watching American Idol when that fruity looking thing became a judge. I don't remember her name, but I remember her hair resembled cotton candy. I don't do cotton candy. Not since the Tennessee State Fair in 1993 when I watched a carnie with nicotine-stained fingers wipe his nose and then hand me the pink fur on a stick.

I have a feeling that Nicki Minaj (yeah, that's her name) has had nicotine and booger stained fingers in her hair, as well.

I've digressed.

Anyway, I used to watch American Idol before that cartoon character joined the show, and I wished that I could be on TV and have Simon Cowell tell me I stunk.

I can't sing, and I've passed the age limit for American Idol, but I can blog, and thankfully, blogging doesn't require that you to be a young twenty-something without cellulite dimples on your thighs. Whew.

I've joined the Blogger Idol competition this year, and I think you should tell the fine judges that I'm worthy of such a high honor.

Why?

Because I rarely win anything. Damn McDonald's Monopoly and all those "Please Try Again" Dr. Pepper bottle caps that I own. I need to win something soon.

Will you follow Blogger Idol on Facebook and Twitter? Will you help me win all kinds of cool bloggy prizes by sending a shout-out to the judges and putting the name "Whoa! Susannah" in their ears?  Will you hold a fundraiser or throw together a cook book to support me and my blogging dreams? Make sure the cookbook has a cool cover and contains four Chess Pie recipes.

I love Chess Pie.

Of course you will help me. Because you're the greatest blog readers and supporters in the free world.

Click here to visit the Blogger Idol webpage.

Click here to visit the Blogger Idol Twitter page.
No, not there. Here.

And one more click right 'chere to get to the Blogger Idol Facebook page.

Tell them you want me, Whoa! Susannah, to be your Ruben Studdard.

Score.

Thank you ALL! Hugs, kisses and all that jazz.

Susannah