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Will you be the next Blogger Idol

Will you be the next Blogger Idol

This time last year, I was in the midst of the Blogger Idol madness.  Though, I dont mean madness in a bad way.  The competition was intense and crazy and frustrating. But it was also rewarding and fun and amazing.


Blogger Idol made me do a lot of soul searching.  At times, I relied on total strangers (though, they certainly arent strangers any more) for my strength to keep competing.  I made connections with some amazing people who continue to inspire me.  I learned how to take constructive criticism (and sometimes just plain ol criticism) but not lose myself in the process.

And now, its time for someone else to have a turn.  Auditions are officially open.  And I really hope you will consider tossing your hat in the ring.  I cant wait to find out who will join me as a Blogger Idol.  Go audition now!

In case youre curious...my audition from last year is below.  But I bet you can do better than that!

When I was eight, I wanted to be a best-selling author. Thats my first memory of dreaming of doing something big. Of making a splash. Of being somebody. After a big-name publisher rejected my first masterpiece, I decided to stick to my Lisa Frank diary, kept safely under plastic, purple, butterfly-shaped lock and key.

And so it went. When I was eleven, I wanted to be an Olympic gymnast. When I was in high school, I wanted to be a Broadway star. When I was in college, I wanted to be Americas Next Top Model. There was always something in the way, though: I was too young, too tall, too tone-deaf, too nervous.

I went on with life. I got a solid degree, followed by a respectable career. Then, one day, I found myself staring into the eyes of the guy who makes me be my worst critic, but is also my greatest inspiration: my weeks-old son. I felt a little bit like Derek Zoolander staring into a dingy puddle in the gutter asking my reflection, "Who am I?" (Though, my son is a little more beautiful than an oil-smeared, watery reflection of Ben Stiller).

The problem wasnt actually that I dont know who I am. I am a wife, but Id never cut it in Stepford. I am a mother, but Carol Brady could teach me a thing or two. I like to craft, but I dont hold a candle to Martha Stewart. I find some good deals, but Im no extreme couponer. Im a Do-It-Yourself designer and decorator, but Paige Davis would kick my butt in a design-off. I enjoy cooking, but Paula Deen would be embarrassed by some of the things that come out of my kitchen.

 The true problem was that I didnt know what to do with the fact that Im a lot of things, but Im not defined by any of them. In the end, what I have to offer is *me.* My genuine - if sometimes cynical - passion for my fairly unremarkable life instead of my singing and dancing. And, so, I write.

On my blog, The Spaghetti Westerner, I like to look at life as entertainment with my loved ones as the characters. Sometimes its a sitcom, occasionally its a drama, and theres no shortage of bad reality TV. I want to inspire and to commiserate, to support and to rely, to share and to learn.

Heres the cherry on top: I am so obscure a blogger that you dont even know who I am. After all, isnt that what Idol is about? Taking someone that nobodys ever heard of who pours their heart and soul into what they do with a little bit of talent and a lot of charisma and introducing them to the world?

 It isnt about what Ive already done, but what Im going to do. Thats why � even if you dont know it yet � I am your 2011 Blogger Idol.

Yours Truly,
Lisa aka Mama Spaghetti

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