This picture made it to People's best celebrity Halloween costumes! It's J-Si and Kinsey dressed as Russell Brand and Katy Perry from last year! See more at http://www.people.com
The moving weekend is officially over!!! Yay!! For the most part, it went pretty well. Big shout out to Jose, Jose, and Jose for helping me move on the cheap. Did I really get three guys named Jose? Yup. At least it was easy to remember all of their names. We knocked out moving the big stuff in about three hours. Normally, when I have my friends help, it takes about 5... mostly because we buy beers and slack off. The only problem we ran into was Kinsey's complaining. haha. We are moving into a house for the first time in 5 years, and this is our first house together, so we are going to have to take care of a lot of things that were taken care of for us in the past. For example: if we see a couple of roaches in our pizza the next morning, its up to us to find a way to get rid of them. Yup, we ordered some pizza while we were moving and we naturally had some left over. So we put it in the fridge. The next morning I wanted a piece for breakfast, cause that was the healthiest thing I could find in our house... besides a piece of plywood. There was not one, but two roaches chilling in the box, literally. They were chilling because they were in the fridge. I am sad to announce that the two roaches passed away due to the cold air in the fridge, but props to them for somehow sneaking in unnoticed.
We also ran into this problem: we have about half the storage space now. We have a bigger place, but way less storage. So guess what I did? I got my man on for the first time ever and headed out to Home Depot. I have been there before, but it was for work stuff, like when I had to build a float for the Gay Pride parade back when I worked in San Diego. This time was all my business. I bought tools, and some cable so that we could plug in the dryer, and I also bought some other manly stuff, but I cant remember what it is... just some nuts and bolts that I wasnt going to use, but wanted them anyway to make my shoping trip look more manly.
Then I made my way over to Target and bought an armoire, a shoe rack, and some closet space thing and I spent my Sunday building the crap out of those things. It took me all day, but I dont have internet yet, so I just watched my new NFL Sunday Ticket and got to building.. I also managed to connect the wires onto the dryer correctly, and I turned on the the pilot on the water heater. Those things right there could have blown up the house, and I got around that masterfully. House is still there, and I lived through the night so I did not let any gas out. I felt like freaking McGyver! Greatness!
I still have a couple of projects that Kinsey wants me to do... but so far, I am in super guy mode... except for the fact that I did say the word "armoire".
Moral of the story: doing guy stuff is easy if you read the directions... but it does add a lot more time. Some like to guess what the directions would say, and finish in about half the time, but I am not up to that man level yet.
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You know how when you put your home up for sale, you have to leave every day with it looking like nobody actually lives there? Everything has to be spotless. All the junk mail filed...the kids' toys put in their proper places...the dirty dishes transferred from the sink to the dishwasher...the bed has to be made...the bathroom sink and the mirrors have to be wiped dry...and PLEASE don't forget to flush the toilet...It's just a nightmare.
And for weeks on end, you go through this same routine every morning for NOTHING. Nobody shows up to look at your house...There is absolutely no interest out there whatsoever. You're even thinking that it's about time to give up, take your house off the market, and just live there in your own filth until the day you die.
But then it finally happens. And it's that one day when everything goes wrong. You were up all night with a sick kid spewing spaghetti...Then you overslept because you forgot to set your alarm clock so now your bathroom looks like a tornado hit it...Then as you're grabbing your keys and racing out the door, your dog suddenly forgets he's housebroken...And in your frustration, you just say to yourself, "Screw it! Nobody's looked at this house for two months anyway! I'll deal with the dog poo later!" And just as you're scrambling to get into your car, spilling coffee on the blouse you just picked up from the dry cleaners yesterday, your cell phone starts to ring from somewhere in the bowels of your purse. UGH! You don't have time for this! Whoever it is can leave a message! So you finally get to work and after you settle your nerves somewhat, you decide to take a peek at that missed call. Terror strikes. It was your realtor! In a panic, you check the voice message she left for you over an hour ago. And like nails down the chalkboard of your soul, you listen as that damned cheerful voice screeches at you, "I've got great news! I'm on my way to your house right now! We finally got a showing!!"
The point of all this is not that I'm getting ready to sell my house. No, the point is, I'm just about to replace Kidd Kraddick as the King of Analogies. See, I suddenly had this epiphany -- which is way too dramatic a word to be using here...but I did come to the realization that putting your house on the market is just like starting a brand new relationship. That's because when you start dating a bright, new, shiny guy, EVERYTHING has to be perfect. You always have to be in a great mood when (and IF) he calls you (at like 5:30 in the afternoon because he suddenly realized that he hadn't given a single thought to you all day but out of obligation -- or just to keep you from bitching -- he decides to send you an emotion-free "How's your day going?" text which you have to answer with an upbeat "Great!" followed by a cheerful emoticon). You always have to have on perfect makeup and a cute-bordering-on-sexy outfit, just in case he hits you up with a "My meeting got canceled so I was wondering if you could meet me for lunch in 15 minutes" and you want to make him think you're this spontaneous, fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants kind of girl who just so happens to look this effortlessly fabulous for no reason whatsoever. And you always have to shave your legs -- not just to the knees, but all the way up. Nothing kills the moment like the stress you feel when you realize that lunch is ending with dessert back at his place and he's about to be rubbing up on your hairy thigh. Unless you're wearing those panties you save for that time of the month because you were running low on clean underwear...that's pretty bad, too.
But see! Dating a new guy is just like having your house on the market! Only YOU'RE the house! And HE'S the buyer coming over for a showing! But you don't want him to see your dirty laundry tossed around everywhere and have him be all disgusted by the filth in your bathroom. And you SURE don't want to disclose up front that your house suffers from foundation problems. Why would you want to be all OBVIOUS like that? First, you have to distract him from noticing any problems by prettying up your house with lots of paint and accessories. And then once he falls in love with the house and decides that this is the house for him, that's when it's time for the home inspection. And THAT'S the time when all those pesky little foundation problems finally get revealed to the buyer. But at this point, you're hoping he's so in love with your house that he's willing to pay whatever it takes to get it fixed so he can move in there, or that he's just willing to live with the house and all of its problems, as is.
So that's why I'm glad I broke up with that guy I wasn't dating anyway -- because now I don't have to shave my legs all the way up anymore. And THAT's my silver lining.
Kellie went back home to South Carolina for vacation and while she was there, the local tv station (WBTW, where Kellie used to do weekend weather) asked her to stop by for an interview on the 5 oâclock news. She talked about how she got the job with Kidd and mentioned the night-time D J (who she was in love with and probably trying to get rid of her) who encouraged her to apply. A week later they told her to turn in her notice because she was moving to the big city and 17 years later ⦠And because she lives in fear of being fired by Kidd and becoming a homeless bag lady, Kellie ended her interview with âIâm free to fill in for weekend weatherâ!
Jenna shows some photos from different stages in her life on KiddTV. Looks like she has always looked like a lion in the face.
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J-Si's friend got fired because of something he posted on Facebook. Then he shared what you should avoid putting on the internet.
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Favorite Word this week:
KIDD: Lothario. Never heard it til Jenna said it and then Steve Carell said it.
KELLIE: Cattywampus
AL: Ointment---someone sent me a comment on Facebook and told me to say something funny on their wall. I sent them the word "ointment" ---they sent me back "lol"
J-Si: Discombobulated... because it is fun to say
JENNA:Â Satiate
Favorite New App?
KIDD:The new Skype for the iPad
KELLIE: The Apple Genius showed me Pages, which looked cool. But it costs $9.99 so I'm thinking, no.
AL: Dates Near Me
J-Si:Â My flashlight app... it came in handy last night when my power went out and its free... and it turns into a strobe light!
JENNA: Lustr Fashion Finder-shows brands and all stores with sales they are having in your area
Favorite TV EPISODE or MOVIE from the last week?
KIDD: Modern Family rerun last night (TV) Jesse Eisenberg in "The Education of Charlie Banks"
KELLIE: Because I don't want to spoil Crazy, Stupid Love by revealing my favorite scene, I will choose my favorite scene from The Bachelorette -- and that's right after Ashley rejects Ben's proposal -- HIS reaction was fabulous. It was like, "Is that it then?" and the dude just walked away and didn't use up his last few moments of airtime trying to make Ashley feel good about herself. BRAVO, Ben.
AL:Â America's Got Talent
J-Si:Â Real World vs Road Rules Challenge: Rivals... I dont know why, but I love the show.
JENNA: movie - Paper HeartFavorite web video this week:
**Caution Adult content or imagery**
*KIDD: Very adult but very funny. Not Giving a #&*% by John LaJoie
KELLIE:Taylor Swift rapping to Eminem's "Lose Yourself"
*AL:Â Wal-Mart Mr Ghetto New Orleans bounce
*J-SI: The newswoman having a whoopsie when describing a man with a lot of cats
*JENNA: How to be Tight
A Kidd Kraddick in the morning bit with Psycho Shannon at a convenience store ended up saving a woman's life. While on the air with Shanon, a woman named Gail revealed that she needed a kidney. Shortly after hearing Gail's plea on air, a listener -- Sgt. Brandon Vance stepped in to help! Watch the video...
Big Al is now an official "B.S.er," (Blake Shelton's fan club member) but Kidd doesn't think Al could pick Blake Shelton out of a line-up...
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J-Si & Kinsey went to Mexico for their delayed honeymoon the week of July 4th. And J-Si shared some of his honeymoon videos between the scenes on KiddTV...
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Demi calls the show to talk about her new single "Skyscraper" and the things she's learned to get healthier. Plus - what celeb is tweeting about Demi???
Why is Chris Tucker back on tour? Adding to his $25million! Plus, how he had to get a phone call to let him know the police were chasing him...
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Thatâs What She SaidIf I kiss this thing, you better get a picture â JennaI ainât puttinâ my mouth on that â Kellie RasberryI was blowing it from afar â Kellie Rasberry âSave Thatâ of the WeekHey, look at me â Iâm naked! â Kidd KraddickNew Catch PhraseI donât think thereâs another morning show that has as many catch phrases as this one and over the years weâve had lots. Weâve come a long way from âThank yaâ doinââ, âLove your showâ and âHave a great circusâ and now we have a new one thanks to Must Be Nice Guy - âI know what that means you didâ which he uttered in response to J-Si and Kinsey having a baby!Live from P.C.D.R.It's time for the show's annual Dysfunctional Family Vacation and this year we're coming to you live from Punta Cana, Dominican Republic.  They're staying at the Hard Rock Resort in Punta Cana in the Presidential Suite.  Hmmm ... Must be nice ...Must Be Nice GuySometimes it sucks to be a radio personality and sometimes it rocks.  Well, most of the time it rocks.  Like when you get to go on an all expense paid trip to Punta Cana and stay at the Hard Rock Resort.  But it does suck when you have haters that hate on you for living the life that you do and constantly tell you "hmm, well it must be nice to (insert whatever thing the haters DON'T get to do/have/experience" - and that's how Must Be Nice Guy was born!Ay Mijo, Why Are You Kissing Another Girl?J-Si posted a picture of him and Kinsey kissing on Facebook which normally wouldnât have been a big deal. Except that everyone thought it was Jenna â including J-Siâs mom!!The Punta Cana Cowboy
Every body gets a little crazy when theyâre on vacation, right? Some even go as far as to behave in ways they normally wouldnât. And then there are those that completely bust out with an altar ego ⦠like Executive Producer Robert Ehrman. AKA, The Punta Cana CowboyBest Drop of the WeekâThereâs a drunk Negro out by the trainsâ â Kellie Rasberry I canât remember the origin of this drop but it doesnât really matter because itâs so hilarious to hear!When In Punta Cana â¦Kidd french-kissed a parrot. Iâm not sure why I feel compelled to mention this but I did. Youâre welcome.The Petting ZooSince the crew is in the midst of a tropical environment, they decided to bust out of their comfort zone a little by visiting with friends of another species. Every day, an exotic animal would be brought in and the crew would be blindfolded and have to guess what it is through yes or no questions! And despite an initial visit from The Bit Killer aka Ms. âIâm not touching âem. Iâm cool with animals coming in but Iâm not touching something that could bite me â I need to know what Iâm touching!â Kellie Rasberry, the week went off without a hitch.Day 1 was the biggest freaking parrot Iâve ever seen. FYI, I HATE birds. I mean seriously HATE them. They freak me out and I think theyâre gross and nasty. So I really wasnât in a position to appreciate the âbeautyâ (gag) of the bird.Day 2 the crew thought it might have been a snake (which I would have thought was pretty cool) but ended up being pretty much the biggest iguana known to man.  J-Si was COMPLETELY freaked out and Kellie was too when the iguana began to stare her down. Jenna, on the other hand, coochie-cooed to them like they were newborn babies.Day 3 was a squirrel monkey which pretty much EVERYONE thought was cool. That is until he drank some coffee and started spazzing out a little.Day 4 was two of those big white Cockatoos and again, Kellie and Jenna were in love. Ew.Day 5 was the only animal Iâm interested in â a SNAKE!!! I know, Iâm crazy but I love snakes! A boa constrictor! And everyone was scared of it. I should have been there! Must be nice â¦Could The Rumors Be True?Just before the show left for P.C., Kidd took out some additional coverage on his life insurance policy. While jumping through the hoops and answering the questions, his sexual history came up (I have no idea why). Kidd mentioned that he is recently divorced but had been married for quite some time so heâd had the same sex partner for quite some time. A few days later, another insurance rep called back to follow up with some additional info and asked if heâd like full patient disclosure for his partner. After all, during the previous call, he mentioned that heâd had a same-sex partner for 20 years. Kidd, is there something you want to tell us?I Have Howie Residue In My Chair!The only boy band Iâve ever loved was NâSync and even though Justin Timberlake is kind of  a jerk, I still love him to death. Having said that, I somehow skipped that whole Backstreet Boys and New Kids on the Block love-fest which means I have absolutely NO interest in the NKOTBSB comeback tour ⦠but I think Iâm the only one! The tour came through town while the show was in Punta Cana and Kidd knew that Kellie was sad she had to miss it. So it was a special treat when he set up a surprise Skype visit from Kellieâs favorite Backstreet Boy, Howie D. Kellie literally squealed with glee when she realized Howie was sitting in her office, in her chair! Hey SeñorThe crew ventured off property to seek out some souvenirs from the locals where J-Si fell for a line that is probably used on all Americans ⦠âHey, Iâve seen you on tv!â Of course, J-Si fell for it since he had an award-winning appearance on the now canceled series âChaseâ. Because you know all the residents of Punta Cana were watching, right? Well J-Si thought so because when the local cigar man cut up a cigar and handed it to him, J-Si thought it was a gift. And was completely unprepared when the man told him he owed him a $100 cigar purchase for his trouble even though J-Si doesnât smoke. But J-Si wasnât falling for that and offered up $20 as a compromise. Kellie, on the other hand â¦And Starring in the Sequel To White ChicksKellie is often accused (by Kidd) of being cheap but the truth is sheâs just frugal. And she doesnât spend money recklessly which is why she was so bothered by her big Punta Cana purchase. While wandering through the Mercado, Kellie was basically accosted by the owner of the Bo Derek Braid Stand. Before she realized what was happening, Kellie was sitting in the chair with some type of grease being put in her hair with a look-book in her lap being forced to pick out a hairstyle. She tried repeatedly to ask how much the fancy hair-style would cost her and never got a straight answer. That is until they were done, which is when the man told her it was $50.  Kellie put down 3 $20 bills at which point the guy said âdonât you want to tip the ladies?â $60 later, Kellie looked like this â¦Bottoms Up, Bottoms UpJenna probably should have seen something like this coming when she and Tamara invited Kidd to come hang out take pictures of them on the beach, Tamara bailed after the first big wave but Jenna stuck around for a while and managed to lose her swimsuit bottoms which gave Kidd the perfect opportunity to snap the perfect Coppertone Baby swimsuit ad shot. You know the one where the dog is pulling on the babyâs swimsuit and you can see half her bottom. Thatâs the picture Kidd got of Jenna â in the ocean with half of her booty hanging out. Kidd seemed to think that the picture was Facebook worthy and badgered Jenna into agreeing to post the picture if Kidd got 1000 new âlikesâ on Facebook. Jenna tried to get something in return, like $1000 for her charity but to no avail. I think Kidd got the âlikesâ but weâre still waiting on the picture â¦J-Si, Iron Man of Punta CanaCan you really call a contest that consists of swimming, squatting, spinning around in circles, humping the air and drinking an âIron Man Competitionâ? Yeah, I donât think so either. But thatâs what they call it at the Punta Cana Hard Rock resort, so weâll go with it.J-Si, never one to back down from a competition, decided to enter the resortâs Iron Man competition. Too bad he didnât know that instead of being judged by physical ability, it was a popularity contest. He started out at a disadvantage because the âhostâ of the contest immediately threw him under the bus by introducing J-Si as a âfamous celebrity â famous radio DJ J-Zâ and no one really cared about that. Plus, J-Si had been hanging out with Big Al drinking and playing water volleyball so he wasnât in the best shape for what turned out to be the equivalent of the Frat Boy Olympics. The contestants had to jump in the pool, swim to the other side, guzzle a beer, spin around 10 times, swim back, and then do 10 push-ups. And since one of the other contestants was there with his entire wedding party, J-Si was at an additional disadvantage. When it came time to cheer for the winner, the host had the crowd go back and forth and finally they called it a tie. Not bad for an inebriated former frat boy with a bad knee!Does That Make Me CrazyKellie says that when sheâs getting dressed, she randomly whispers words that might be suitable names for the perfume that she will probably never have â âWhisper, Everlasting â¦â Then she was all âAm I the only one who does that?â Uh ⦠YEAH.Kellieâs DiaryIâve been listening to Kidd Kraddick in the Morning pretty much since Jesus was a boy (which makes me roughly 22 years old â ha!) and my all time favorite bit is still Kellieâs Diary. Really, I love anytime that Kidd does Kellieâs voice because it sounds just like Kellie. But the diary is the best because heâs actually reading Kellieâs words. And as much as I liked to think my words can present an accurate depiction of the show, there are times when words just arenât enough. And so I present to you, audio/video of Kellieâs Diary â¦And because Kellie created such a ruckus over the fried ice cream, she was invited to tour the fried ice cream facility where she not only learned how to make fried ice cream, she also flirted with the chef ⦠til she found out he was (happily) married.No More Mr. Nice GuyI have often said that Al is one of the nicest guys I have ever met. He really, really is. And although heâs said some super offensive things to people (usually women), he would never intentionally hurt someone ⦠which is why this bit is si great! I bring to you the introduction of Rude Boy.Big Al put on his Rude Boy Character voice â J-Si tending about 10 feet away wearing Punta Canaâs Cowboy sunglasses as back upRude Boy has no problem hitting on the wife of a newlywed couple. And he doesnât mind telling the husband that his wife is way hotter than he is.He also doesnât mind pointing out the age difference of a much older man or asking the man if the girl heâs with is his daughter.Rude Boy doesnât think itâs offensive to fondle the hand of the woman in an interracial couple Heâs okay with telling a 30 year old woman that she looks 36 (on her birthday) and pointing out that no one ever asks, âhey, are those real or fake?â because of her small chest area.And finally, Rude Boy has no problem asking a Brazilian man wearing a Speedo to compare his butt to J Loâs nor does he mind pointing out that Mr. Brazil is lacking in the butt area as well as in the front ⦠I hope Rude Boy doesnât mind getting his butt whipped because I think thatâs not too far off!Big Alâs âI Wanna Talk About Meâ MomentAmanda (the Hard Rock marketing chick) sent out a mass text for someone to let her into the suite. Al assumed sheâd only sent the text to him and answered the door wearing his âhowYOUdoinââ attitude and thought it was about to be on like popcorn ⦠until Tamara came up behind him saying, âoh, I see Al already let you in â¦â Womp womp.Once You Go Black â¦Al is always telling Jenna how gross she is and how heâd never hook up with her. So, after several drinks and a flaming coffee, Jenna laid one on him. Yes, Al smeared whipped cream on her face first and sure, Jenna claimed she was trying to put some of that cream back on Alâs face. But, whateve, dude! It sounded like a full-on make out session to me! Especially when Jenna confirmed that Al is the best kisser on the show â¦NewlywedsIs there anything more disgusting than 2 young kids who are so lovey-dovey in love with each other they canât stand to be apart from each other for a day, let alone 5? Not if youâre bitter, divorced and alone which describes the majority of the show. No wonder they were such haters when J-Si and Kinsey decided to get into a little hanky-panky during a Face Time session this week.J-Si was sharing a room with the Punta Cana Cowboy who decided to record J-Si and Kinsey during their Face Time. He recorded about 8 minutes but only 38 seconds was suitable for air before J-Si started motioning for Kinsey to show him a little somethinâ-somethinâ. When confronted on air, J-Si claimed that he just wanted to see Kinseyâs baby bump but youâre not falling for that crap are you? But Iâm not hating. I think itâs cute that J-Si and Kinsey love each other so much, unlike some people â¦A Little Tact PleaseAfter spending the week with co-workers, Big Al was feeling blessed and decided to pass it on by taking the employees from his U.S. bar to visit his bar in Playa del Carmen. Al called an all employee staff meeting and then made the following announcement:âRaise your hand if youâve been here less than a year. I have to close the bar for a few years to have the floors re-done, Iâm giving you all $200. Raise your hand if youâve worked here for longer than a year. Iâm taking all of you to Playa del Carmen.âCall me crazy, but if I worked for Al for 10 or 11 months, Iâd be planning a revolt!We Salute You, Naked ManWhile the show was out on their horseback ride on the beach, a naked man emerged from the ocean and just decided to take a casual walk down the beach. He didnât try to cover   Jenna said she didnât look but apparently she was the only one because there were several comments on the shrinkage factor. Youâre welcome for that too!And to bring the week to a close, the crew gave their Favorite Moments of the Week:Jennaâs moment was obvious ⦠making out with Big AlAlâs was the experience with the mean gate agent who yelled at everyone at the airport and the look on Kellieâs face when she experienced the fried ice cream. And letâs not forget when he spiked the ball in an 8 year oldâs face during water volleyball. Now THATâS an athlete! *sigh*J-Siâs was bringing the Iron Man title to the Kidd Kraddick in the Morning show and bragging, â I can drink and swim and spin and do push-ups!â Now thereâs something to be proud of! And of course getting caught doing Face Time with KinseyKellieâs, of course, had to do with food - fried ice cream!!!And Kidd? Well he couldnât pick just one â Golf, horseback riding, gambling away enough money to have the casino name a wing after him ;) - and of course J-Si begging âPleeeaseâ and âiNEEDitâ during Face Time with Kinsey! be sure to check out the pictures and videos from the week also!!So there you have it! A full week of KKITM Family Dysfunction! We put the FUN in dysfunction, donât you think? And I donât know about you, but after hearing all about the Hard Rock in Punta Cana, Iâm saving my pennies for a vacay!! How about you?
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If you were new to America and you went by what you see and hear on TV and radio, you might be convinced that Memorial Day is the one weekend a year to save big money on cars and electronics. You almost never hear the words Memorial Day anymore unless they're followed by the word "sale".People always complain that weâve lost the true meaning of Christmas or Easter. I think the attention we give Memorial Day is the holiday we should be most embarrassed about. Unlike Christmas or Easter, remembering our fallen soldiers doesn't require that you be Christian or Jew or Muslim. Just American. Republican, Democrat, liberal, conservative, pro-war, anti-war. We should all come together on this dayâ¦not the whole weekendâ¦just Monday, and remember what the holiday means and how weâre supposed to observe it.
When America was trying to recover from the Civil War, nearly every family in this country felt the direct loss. Imagine a country one fourth the size it is now and then imagine nearly 700 THOUSAND casualties. On those first few memorial days, Iâm pretty sure they didn't celebrate with hot dogs and three day weekends and a sale on video games.
In the last seven years, Memorial Day has meant something for the first time to hundreds of families. Families who've been through the scope of emotions that started with pride of service, fear of loss, and finally numbing grief that the person they love is gone forever. Ask the families and they usually won't use the word hero. Instead they'll use words like "friend", "brother", "son", "confidant", "full-of-life", "passionate", and sincere.
Just my opinion, but Monday is not the day to debate the war in Iraq. It's offensive. It's offensive to say our soldiers died in a meaningless war. It's equally offensive to defend the cause. On this day it is. We've got 364 other days for that. Memorial Day to me isn't about war or all the feelings that go along with it. It's about individuals who chose to serve in the United States Military, they chose to follow orders and they made the ultimate sacrifice.Chances are there is a veterans' cemetery within a few miles of you. You'll find many soldiers buried there who returned from the war and lived full, productive lives. But you'll no doubt find a bunch of headstones that tell the story of an abbreviated life. Each of those markers represents the crushed dream of a wife, a parent, a brother.
And I hope we will remember that on monday, in between hanging out with family and firing up the grill and hanging out with friends...I truly hope that Monday, if even for a fleeting moment, you will hit the pause button and realize that this is not just a day off from work or school. Our fallen heroes chose to put their lives on the line for many reasons, but I'm pretty certain that giving us a day-off is not one of them.
I sometimes regret that I did not have the privilege to serve my country. As much as I whine and complain about how imperfect America is (an inalienable right to do so in America, by the way), I wish that I had given a couple years of my life to demonstrate to others and myself that what we have here is more than worth defending. And for those who did--and paid the price--they will forever have my unwavering respect and admiration.
-Kidd
This is Beyonce running through her song in her dressing room before hitting the American Idol stage. The video was shot by Jay-Z. How sweet is that?!?
After Kellie's mean and drunken rant to Big Al Mack's girlfriend. she has set up a couple's massage in hopes Big Al Mack will forgive her. Little does she know Big Al has a surprise for Kellie.
Will couples massage therapy help their relationship????
Kidd's favorite show is "The Office"...so will Kidd be able to keep from calling him "Dwight"??? Rainn checks in to talk (mostly) about his new movie Super. (click the "+" sign to listen)
Tim Halperin sings "Bridge Over Troubled Water" on Kidd Kraddick in the Morning for the Idol Got It Wrong competition. Did Time sing it better than Jacob??? The votes said YES and Tim continues...
Tim Halperin sings his original song "I Wanna Fall In Love" live on Kidd Kraddick in the Morning.
When we talked to Jennifer Lopez this week (hear that interview in the post just below this one!), she gave us a little scoop about the episode of American Idol that brought her to tears. So what did you think? Did you cry? Maybe just a little?
Chris Medina made a name for himself this season after sharing the heartfelt story of his fiancee's brain injury. Just two months before he was supposed to marry the love of his life, she was involved in a car accident that's left her in a wheel chair and with severe brain trauma.
Touched by Medina's story, J. Lo couldn't help but break down while telling him about his fate on the show. Watch the clip here:
Is it the hair cut heard 'round the world??? We knew it would happen someday...but could we ever really be prepared???
Here's the picture as Tweeted by Rascal Flatt's Jay DeMarcus
And the story behind the cut as reported by ew.com:
Justin Bieber â hipster, hoopster, Canadian of the Millennium â got a haircut yesterday. Repeat: Justin Bieber has cut his famed Hair. The Hair was approximately six years old when it was cut down in the prime of its lush life. Bieber (pictured with Jay DeMarcus) made the decision to cut the cords for a video he was making with Rascal Flatts. No one has been arrested for the crime. Yet. The Hair was partially responsible for the wave of Biebermania that has soaked the adolescent masses and New England Patriot quarterbacks.The locks will not have been cut in vain. Bieber tweeted last night that he intended to donate the fallen hairs to charity, where they will be auctioned. Even in death, the Hair will continue to be a beacon of goodness for the world. âNever in the field of human civilization was so much owed by so many to so few strands of hair,â said Winston Churchillâs great-great-great grandson.There is the obvious concern that an open auction could allow the Hair to end up in the wrong hands. Rogue governments with not-so-secret ambitions to grow a herd of rainbow unicorns have been seeking the Hair for several years. Certainly, there are also some Hollywood record executives who would like a clone army of Biebers under their control. But it seems clear that rogue governments and record executives will be no match for 13-Year-Old Girls With Daddyâs Credit Card. It is these young patriots that will keep the Hair and our way of life safe.God bless America (and Canada), and God bless Justin Bieberâs Hair.SO WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THE HAIR? COMMENT HERE...
Actress Olivia Munn from the new show "Perfect Couples" & "The Daily Show" talks about how much she loves listening to Kidd Kraddick and invites the show to a VIP party! (She was linked to Justin Timberlake recently...and Kidd tries...but she doesn't give up any gossip!)
Olivia Munn
We know the Hornets are coming back for another year and you could be at EVERY HOME GAME for FREE! The Hornets are auditioning the zaniest fans to be a part the spirit group.
Auditions will be on Sat 1/29/11 from 2-5pm at the Harrah's New Orleans Hotel.
Here's an example of the auditions for Houston's version of the spirit team to get an idea of what they might be looking for:
And here's the full press release:
The New Orleans Hornets have teamed up with Budweiser and Zatarainâs
to hold open auditions on Saturday, Jan. 29 from 2-5 p.m. at Harrahâs New Orleans Hotel for fans
over the age of 21 who want to be a part of the Bee Zanies spirit group. The Bee Zanies are a
brand new cheering section the team will introduce that includes nearly 50 of the loudest,
rowdiest and most creative Hornets fans. âWeâre looking for our die-hard fans who are willing to lead our crowd in chants and cheers and
who will create an exciting, fun-filled atmosphere at the New Orleans Arena during home games,â
said Hornets President Hugh Weber. âThis is such a great time to show your support for our
team, and we are excited to add the Bee Zanies to the Hornets family at the Hive.â
Bee Zanies candidates must be 21 years or older (as of Saturday, Jan. 29, 2011) and will be
given 30 seconds to display their Hornets passion and spirit in an open audition. Candidates are
encouraged to audition with their friends, spouses, significant others and other groups who share
a love for the Hornets. All hopefuls should come prepared with creative Hornets costumes/outfits,
player chants or cheers, signs, props and any other creative and unique methods to show how
zanie they are for the Hornets.
Bee Zanies will receive an exclusive Bee Zanie T-shirt courtesy of Budweiser and Zatarainâs and
a lower bowl ticket to sit in the Bee Zanies Zone at the top of section 117 for all Hornets games at
the Hive. (The Bee Zanies Zone is located in the corner above the visiting player tunnel and
bench.)
Alli's review of The Bachelor:
This week was all about recapturing Bradâs sense of ruggedness, meaning he needed to take on demanding physical challenges and wear exclusively hoodies. Iâm surprised he didnât show up in yet another hoody to the rose ceremony. The fun begins right away when Michelle wakes up with a mysterious black eye. She is unsure of its whereabouts, but she milks every last second of the pity she can get. Is it too much to think her black eye somehow came from the viewersâ annoyance with putting up with her every week? Honestlyâ¦my theory is a little more believable than hers. She thinks she beat herself up in the middle of the night. Iâd believe that, if she meant she went into the bathroom and hit herself in the eye repeatedly to make sure she got some extra camera time.
Bradâs first solo date is with Chantal O., they walk on the floor of the ocean and spend quiet time alone afterwards. I have to say, this is probably the most ârealâ romantic interaction Iâve seen on the show. When they were talking they seemed relaxed, unconcerned with the cameras, and very in to one another. Iâm thinking Chantal is definitely around to stay.
The group date takes nine of the women to Dr. Drewâs Love Lines Radio Showâ¦this guy has truly made it on to every reality show, what hasnât he done?! The girls and Brad were supposed to talk about their intimate feelings openly in front of each other and the whole audience. Does anything seem strange about that to you? I think the whole experience would have been a lot more successful and simultaneously interesting if each of the girls had a quick sit down with Brad and Dr. Drew. But then the producers wouldnât have gotten to dramatize one girl raising her hand to say she had cheated in the past. What an anti-climactic momentâ¦Stacey blurted out that she had in fact cheated in a college relationship and then was praised for her honesty.
I couldnât help but notice that throughout the entire radio show experience and throughout the rest of the night Ashley H. had a drink in her hand, and from her behavior it was a little more than iced tea. The drama really starts when the group goes hot tubbing, each of the girls are struck with desperation to spend some time with Brad (who even wore his hoody into the hot tub). Alli gets her moment with Brad which is interrupted rapidly by Ashley S. and then he is quickly stolen again by Jackie. Each of the girls is frantic about the lack of time theyâve had with Brad, but Ashley H. really wins the first prize crazy. As Brad is spending time with Brit and locked in a passionate kiss, Ashley H. tip toes up behind them looking more like a scorned woman from a Lifetime movie with every second. She cries to Brad about how hard the experience has been and explains that this is the first time sheâs ever felt so jealous. Are you sure about that Ashley? Because you seem to be quite a pro with jealousy, insecurity, and stalkerish-tendencies. Things get even more awkward when Brad is facing all of the ladies in the hot tub, about to give out his date night rose and Ashley H. blurts out how uncomfortable she is with the situation. In one of the most hard-to-watch moments in Bachelor history, Brad asks Ashley to explain why she said that to which we get only silence and shifty-eyed stares exchanged between all of the girls and Brad for at least two minutes. I felt like I was watching a father scorn his childâ¦not an attractive looks for anyone. The rose goes to Brit, which came as a bit of a surprise but then again she was one of the sanest girls present.
Back at the house, an extremely pivotal moment unfolds: Michelle finally gets the solo date she has cried for every day since her arrival. However, she throws herself yet another pity party when Brad shows up and asks Ashley H. to talk about what went down the previous night. When she begins to complain, Chantal O. was not having it! She serves Michelle up with a slice of well-deserved humble pie when she reminds her that Michelle herself once interrupted the first group date in order to take Bradâs attention. Typically Iâd view this kind of confrontation as unnecessary but in this case I was so relieved that Chantal was clearly as annoyed and unable to bear Michelleâs bratty behavior as I was! When Michelle and Brad take off on their date, Michelle uses every opportunity to appear afraid and vulnerable. I honestly think they could have told Michelle her date was to visit a pet shop and she would have been a ball of tears. The couple rappels down the side of a skyscraper and descends onto their dinner destination. They spontaneously jump into the pool (how whacky and charming!) where Brad wears his hoody as swimwear once again.
Here is where I became extremely frustrated and begin to curse the ground Brad walks on: he calls Michelle MATURE. He actually uses the word mature to describe possibly the least mature thirty year old woman Iâve ever witnessed in my life. Any other adjective would have been fine in its place, beautiful (canât argue that), surprising (in a will she hug me or strangle me kind of way), or playful (being that she has the mental capacity of a six year old) but Brad chooses the one word to describe her that could not make less sense. Good job buddy. Brad gives her the rose, sending a shiver down my spine and they return home.
Brad spends the night of the rose ceremony being torn back and forth amongst the women, but when he reveals that he has a special surprise mini-picnic for Emily the other women are broken-hearted. This is one instance in which I legitimately understand their devastation, itâs clear that Brad (and the producers) went out of their way to plan something for Emily when there were other girls who also did not get a date with him. At the ceremony, Brad gives roses to everyone but Meghan, Lindsay, and Stacey. Pretty uneventful, these three had been circling the drain since the first week. Weâre finally cutting some dead-weight and getting down to the heavy hitters! Now, if you didnât catch the preview for next weekâs episode YOU MUST go check it out. Iâm predicting it to have some of the most manufactured drama weâll ever see on network television!
Deem me as incredibly pathetic if you want, but my favorite moment of the Golden Globes was catching Angelina Jolie applying her lipgloss. She is always so perfect-you never see her eating or primping. It's nice to know she puts some effort in. That being said, what was that lipgloss?! I found out on a great fashion site (Stylist) that she was wearing Chantecaille's Brilliant Gloss. This is an incredible makeup line-probably the best I've found but it's super pricey. You can only find it at places like Neiman's and Barney's. If you want to splurge on 25 dollar lipgloss, check it out! She wearing the shade "Love".  Their website is http://www.chantecaille.com-Jenna (kiddlive.com/whatiwant)
Dear Kidd-Iâve been friends with the family Iâm writing you about for 5 years. Itâs a wonderful family of 6 who has had a rough year. The mom is battling breast cancer and is in her third treatment. The oldest son was hit by a truck last year and now suffers behavioral and other issues as a result. Their middle son is autistic.This family is always doing things for other people. They opened their home to a family of 5 after the parents got laid off from their jobs. They footed all the bills to help this family while they were down on their luck. They are very humble people who never ask for anything, but they are always first to volunteer their time, limited resources, or lend an ear to anyone who needs it. In fact at this time last year, they adopted a family who needed some extra help to make their holiday more special. Now my friends could use some extra help to give their family an amazing Christmas that will never be forgotten.With medical bills for the special needs of two kids, plus recurring bills for cancer treatments and everything else that has happened this year, this family has fallen behind on everything. They are such an amazing family and try to live by Godâs word in everything they do. The mom is super supportive of her kids and their activities in spite of what she is going through. Three of her kids are involved in a not for profit cheer and dance organization, and mom is there for every performance or competition, regardless of how she feels.
Iâve talked to them about Christmas this year and the mother told me that she would be making the majority of the kids Christmas gifts this year. I would love it if you guys could help make this the extra special Christmas that this family deserves. They are always putting others first, so I want them to know what it feels like to have a worry free Christmas that they will never forget.
What you need:
1 16oz. box of pound cake mix
3 eggs
2 TB. butter
4 tsp. pumpkin pie spice
1-8oz. package cream cheese, softened
1-14oz. can sweetened condensed milk
1-15oz. can pumpkin puree
1/2 tsp. salt
Directions:
1. Preheat oven to 350. Coat 9x13 pan with non-stick spray
2. Combine cake mix, 1 egg, butter, 2 tsp. pumpkin pie spice in a bowl til sticky and crumbly and press mixture into bottom of pan. This is the crust.
3. Beat cream cheese til fluffy, add condensed milk, 2 eggs, pumpkin puree, last 2 tsp. pumpkin pie spice and the salt. Pour over crust
4. Bake 30-35 minutes
5. Cool and chill in fridge!
Kidd's giving away a Trip-a-Day next week! Be listening starting Tuesday Sept. 7th for how to win. Also, enter here for a chance to win a BONUS trip that we 'll give away to an online entry!
The Expendables
Starring: Sylvester Stallone (R)
Sylvester Stallone leads a team of mercenaries down to South America to overthrow a ruthless dictator. But when they get there, they discover it's all part of an elaborate set up by a rogue CIA agent, played by Eric Roberts. Stallone's crew of ASS-KICKERS is made up of Jet Li, Jason Statham, Terry Crews, UFC legend Randy Couture, Mickey Rourke, and Dolph Lundgren. Stone Cold Steve Austin is also in it as one of the bad guys working for Roberts. It was directed and co-written by Stallone . . . and also includes cameos from Arnold Schwarzenegger and Bruce Willis.Two action stars you WON'T see in it are Steven Seagal and Jean-Claude Van Damme. Stallone says he tried to get them, but they both turned him down flat.
Official website:www.expendablesthemovie.comScott Pilgrim vs. The WorldStarring: Michael Cera (PG-13)
Michael Cera plays a dorky kid who falls for a hot chick . . . and then has to "defeat" her seven evil exes in video game style. It was directed and co-written by Edgar Wright . . . one of the geniuses behind "Shaun of the Dead" and "Hot Fuzz"..
Official website:www.scottpilgrimthemovie.com Eat, Pray, LoveStarring: Julia Roberts (PG-13)
Julia Roberts plays a divorced woman who decides to spend a year traveling to three countries . . . and learning something new about herself in each place.
Official website:http://www.letyourselfgo.com
He didn't want to talk about jail...shocker! But did want to talk about his new movie with Chris Brown. Any chance you'd go see a movie with Chris Brown in it???  Click the + sign to listen now! kkitm_TI_081210
Knight and Day
Starring: Tom Cruise and Cameron Diaz
Tom Cruise is a spy who survives a mission he was never meant to complete . . . and Cameron Diaz is a chick who gets tangled up in his search to figure out who set him up. It's played for laughs, with all the action you'd expect from a Tom Cruise spy flick. Supposedly, the fate of "Mission: Impossible 4" hangs on how well this movie does. And it hasn't done that well so far. It pulled in a little under $4 million on its first night.
Grown UpsStarring: Adam Sandler, Kevin James, Chris Rock, David Spade, and Rob Schneider
Adam Sandler, Kevin James, Chris Rock, David Spade, and Rob Schneider play former teammates who reunite after the death of their basketball coach, and spend a Fourth of July weekend reliving their "glory days".
Get Him to the Greek
Starring: Russell Brand, Jonah Hill and Sean "Diddy" Combs
The spin-off to the "Forgetting Sarah Marshall" centers around Russell Brand's rock star character Aldous Snow. Jonah Hill plays a record label lackey who has three days to get him from London to a gig in Los Angeles. Diddy plays Jonah's boss. The movie also includes cameos by Pink, Christina Aguilera, Pharrell, and more. You may remember that Jonah was in "Sarah Marshall" too. He's NOT playing the same character in this one. He does, however, serve up a little full-frontal nudity for any female chubby chasers that may be interested.
KillersStarring: Ashton Kutcher and Katherine Heigl
Katherine Heigl plays a woman who finds out that her new husband is a spy . . . and that some of their neighbors are trying to collect on a million dollar bounty on his head. Ashton Kutcher plays her husband, and he gives the ladies a little thrill when he goes shirtless in a scene where they first meet. Tom Selleck is also in it as Katherine's dad.
MarmadukeStarring: Owen Wilson,George Lopez, Damon Wayans, Marlon Wayans, Kiefer Sutherland and Christopher Mintz-Plasse
A movie version of the comic strip. It's mostly live-action, with some CGI mixed in to make the dogs speak and perform other human functions. Owen Wilson plays Marmaduke, George Lopez plays the family cat and Fergie is a cute Collie that has a crush on Marmaduke. Some of the other animal voices include: Damon and Marlon Wayans, Kiefer Sutherland, and Christopher Mintz-Plasse.
SpliceStarring: Adrien Brody and Sarah Polley
A sci-fi thriller starring Adrien Brody and Sarah Polley as scientists who make genetic hybrids by splicing together animal DNA. Things turn scary once they decide to secretly add some human DNA into the mix, and their creation evolves into a beautiful bald woman . . . with a wicked-looking tail.
There's a new technique in psychotherapy that is super hot right now....
It's a role playing exercise between the doctor and the patient, and essentially, the patient is asked to play himself or herself as a 10 year old. This isn't something the doctor will just spring on you...he actually gives you a homework assignment. He tells you to sit down in a quiet place and write down the answers to these 5 simple questions...and it's not the answers that are important, but the process of recalling as best you can, who you were when you were ten.
So, i'm gonna go around the room and get your answers, but before I do...think back to when you were ten. Try to remember your tenth birthday party...who was your best friend...what kind of bike did you have...what was your favorite food? What did you do on a typical saturday? what was your teacher's name. Think about what you're wearing. How your hair is styled.
Okay..everybody ready? Remember, you are ten years old. don't answer in past tense:
Who is the greatest person you know?
What (not who but what) do you love more than anything?
What are you most afraid of?
What's the thing you're best at?
What do you wanna be when you grow up?
The point here is for the Now You to re-connect with the young you. Because while you didn't know as much, you also didn't lie to yourself and cover up your true feelings as much as we all do as adults.
The first question...who is the greatest person you know...is the blue print for who you want to become. Not career wise necessarily but as far as character, reputation, demeanor, and stuff like that.
The "what do you love" question is not so much about the answer, it's about the feeling of passion that you had when you were ten. (Refer to someone's answer and cement the point)
the fear question is important because psychologists say our fears are established very early in life and rarely change. It may not be EXACTLY a _______, but if you connect the dots you can root out what it really is and then judge how much you still have it and if it's holding you back.
Next, "the thing you're best at". Again, not so much the answer that matters but how fervently you believe it. This says a lot. Let's say the young you picked something that he's NOT good at but thinks he is. Chances are, that lack of self awareness has continued. Maybe you said, baseball. Chances are, it can be connected to the question before it..."what do you love" and remind us that without passion, we can't be truly great at anything.
Finally, what do you wanna be when you grow up is pretty self explanatory...
Here are the showâs answers:
Kidd: Danny Ozark, Ten speed bike, Scared of dad freaking out over losing things, Best at doing impressions, Professional baseball player or standup comedian
Jsi: steve young, ninja turtles, spiders, football, firefighter
Big al: my dad, my black 3-speed bike, spiders, throwing newspapers, own a business like my dad â¨Kellie:my preacher bill Monroe, Cable television, Bullies in class, Best at school, Want to be an actress
Jenna: soccer coach,I love spelling,Bad people in my closet because my dad hides a chucky doll when im asleep, Im the best 4 square player, Be a soccer player
Is your social network preventing you from getting a job? Google yourself right now and see what comes up. Yesterday we talked about the lack of online privacy we have. Everything that is posted about you is saved in internet history forever-or so it seems. It might be hard to find a job when that photo of you doing a keg stand just wonât go away. I donât want to find myself saying, âLook thereâs an explanation for why Iâm in a cop costume that has a leotard and handcuffsâ. The job search has become increasingly harder and we are all under more scrutiny with everything that can be learned about us online. A whopping 70 percent of recruiters and HR professionals have rejected applicants based on information that surfaced online.
In fact, Syracuse first reached out to Brand-Yourself after observing that students were losing jobs and internships by mismanaging their online presence. To the rescue is Brand-yourself.com This site is like a credit check for online profiles. It scans Google, Facebook and Twitter and gives you a report. Not only does it show you what to remove, but it has tools to help you organize and better promote yourself. You can also pay for services called ReputationDefender and Reputation Hawk. Another option is to blog to cover up. If u canât delete it, hide it. It also can make you a more attractive candidate to employers when they see you writing about your life.
Beware the cybertwin! When I search my name a lovely cybertwin pops up who is a twice-over juvenile delinquent.
- Jenna
How can you not love this kid? The answer is you have to. Everyone loves him. This video exploded on YouTube, now he's on Ellen's show (on 5/13) and getting offers from everyone else.
He's Greyson Michael Chance from Edmon, OK where he's a 6th grader. This performance was from a talent show.
Will he be the next version of Bieber Fever? Should we call it "take a 'Chance'"? Maybe "Gaga for Greyson"?
Here's his Facebook fan page
From Jenna's ZINE SCENE:
Jennifer Aniston is starring in a new movie filming in Hawaii called Go With It. She filming with Nicole Kidman and Sports Illustrated model Brooklyn Decker. When she found out she had to be in a bikini next to these women, she went into panic mode and wanted to drop a couple pounds fast. Her trainer Tracy Anderson who works with Madonna and Gwyneth had a diet plan in mind. You guys are going to try the diet that helped Jen lose 7 pounds in 7 days! Get ready for the baby food diet. Jen ate 14 portions of pureed food a day. She then eats a normal dinner-well still not that filling. It consists of lean meat and vegetables. Tracy said that she wanted something responsible along the lines of a liquid cleanse but more substance so you donât gain it all back. She said the baby food helps eliminate toxicity and keep your metabolism going. Who had time to eat 14 pureed meals a day? Well the show is going to try the baby food I bought right now.
- Jenna
We talked with the model from this commercial, Ashley Graham, about why ABC and FOX refused to run this Lane Bryant lingerie ad during Dancing with the Stars and American Idol -- saying that it was "too racy."
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"How To Train Your Dragon" surprised everybody by finishing first at the box office this weekend. The 3-D cartoon earned another $20 million in its fourth week. Hot on its heels in second place was the new movie, "Kick-Ass." It was super-close, too -- earning $19.75 million for second. Maybe if it had been in 3-D, it wouldn've debuted in first. Coming in third was "Date Night," with $17.3 million .
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Snooki, J-WOWW, The Situation, and friends have been living inside the Metropole Hotel in South Beach while they're filming the second season of "Jersey Shore." Several walls of the 1940s hotel had to be torn down to make the space more suitable for such a big cast, but the owners hope they'll make that money back fast. They plan on renting out the Jersey Shore Suite for $2000 a night after the cast packs up and heads back home to Jersey.
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Carrie Underwood made history last night by becoming the first woman to win the CMA for Entertainer of the Year twice. But Lady Antebellum was the big winner of the night, winning 5 awards, including song and record of the year for their crossover hit "Need You Now." They also snapped Rascal Flatts' 7-year winning streak by taking home the award for best vocal group. However, Miranda Lambert beat out Lady Antebellum for album of the year. But maybe the biggest story of the night isn't who won, but who lost. Taylor Swift was completely shut out of the ACMs last night after sweeping the Country Music Association Awards back in November and then taking home her Grammy in January.
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Lindsay Lohan hasn't done much work since her last movie "Labor Pains" went straight to DVD, but that hasn't stopped her bad habit of spending money. Lindsay used to make a good bit of money doing club appearances, but those are drying up, too. Now that her career is tanking, she's lucky to get $5K to show up these days. A source says Lindsay owes about $600K in credit card debt and claims that one credit card company cut her off last week. And just last month, Lindsay reportedly had to scrape up $23K to catch up on back rent so she could stay in her place.
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Kim Kardashian has reportedly moved on from her breakup with Reggie Bush. She was seen making out with international soccer star Cristiano Ronaldo while she was in Madrid last week. But what we haven't heard about is the reason behind Kim and Reggie's breakup. MediaTakeOut.com claims they have the real story from an "extremely reliable" insider. They claim that Reggie and Kim were headed toward marriange and that Reggie even went so far as to buy the ring. He was just waiting for the right time to pop the question. Well! One day, Reggie was using Kim's laptop when all of a sudden some IMs came over -- from Kanye West!! Reggie pretended to be Kim and was able to figure out that Kanye and Kim had been seeing each other for months behind Reggie's back. MediaTakeOut.com says Reggie confronted Kim about it and she confessed. So he broke up with her and then headed straight for Kanye. This "extremely reliable" source says Kanye's security had to hold Reggie back, but that the next time Reggie sees Kanye, he's gonig to whoop his butt.
Death at a Funeral
Starring: Martin Lawrence, Tracy Morgan, Chris Rock, James Marsden, Luke Wilson, Zoe Zaldana
A hilarious day in the life of a family that has come together to put a beloved husband and father to rest. As mourners gather at the family home, shocking revelations, resentments, and threats of blackmail begin to come to the surface.
Rotten tomatoes critics gave it 60% positive reviews
Roger Ebert says, âOh, I know a lot of Death at a Funeral is in very bad taste. That's when I laughed the most.â
Kick-AssStarring: Nicholas Cage, Christopher Mintz-Plasse (Superbad, Role Models)
A comic book fanboy steps out of his house one day with a mask and a baseball bat and starts to fight crime even though he has no superpowers. As any good superhero would, he chooses a new name - Kick-Ass. Soon his life is forever changed as he inspires a slew of copy cat vigilante crime fighters, and begins to be hunted by all sorts of violent and unpleasant characters.
Rotten tomates critics gave it 64% positive reviews
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Kiefer Sutherland has wrapped filming the eighth and final season of "24," and apparently, that means it's time to party. But apparently he partied a little TOO hard at a London strip club yesterday and ended up drunk and shirtless as four huge bodyguards dragged him out at 4am and threw him into a car. Party on, Kiefer.
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Charlie Sheen couldn't take his paid escort home because his wife Brooke Mueller was there, so he put on this fabulous disguise that would only fool a blind man and took her to his manager's house. A source says Charlie's been seeing Angelina Tracy for a while now and has been hiding it pretty well, until now. But Charlie's publicist is trying to spin it saying Charlie's "counseling" her. Whatever! Brooke knows the real deal and she is furious. And while she wants a divorce, she signed an iron-clad prenup that would give her next to nothing in a divorce.
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Nicki Minaj dropped out of Rihanna's tour two days after it was announced she was on board. She said at the time it was because she needed to put the finishing touches on her debut CD and the tour would eat up too much precious time. But then Nicki turns around and joins Lady Gaga's tour! What's the behind-the-scenes story on that??
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Crystal Bowersox wanted to quit "American Idol" two weeks ago, but it was Ryan Seacrest who stepped in and talked her out of it. She told Ryan that she couldn't handle the competition and that she hated all the attention and missed her family and wanted to go home to Ohio. But Ryan told her that being on "Idol" was like starting a business and if she wins, she'll get a recording contract and potentially become a millionaire. But what really convinced Crystal to stay was what Ryan said next, "The greatest thing I ever did was make enough money so I could buy my mom a house. You can buy your mom a house." And that did it. Crystal is still in it to win it.
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Is Justin Bieber becoming a bit of a diva? You be the judge. Last Friday, Justin was supposed to be at Long Beach Middle School at 8:30am to hold a press conference before performing in the school auditorium for a bunch of screaming girls. He decided he was hungry and rather than assume he would be pleased with the catering provided at the event, he decided he wanted a McMuffin. And he wanted it now. So he diverted his motorcade to McDonald's and ended up showing up for his event an hour and a half late. His publicist is denying it.
What do Adam Lambert and Ryan Seacrest have in common??
I will tell you at the end of this blog!
I think putting Adam Lambert on last night might backfire on Idol. It highlighted how much better he is than anyone on the show this year. Is it just because he's had a year to be more polished or is he just that much better than all the ones in the top nine? It just shined a light on how we don't really have anyone with charisma or personality left on the show this year.
It was Elvis Night and that's probably why Adam raided his mom's jewelry box but she didn't look like she was too mad at him.
Working with the contestants on their Elvis songs, I think pretty much everything he said was exactly right. He called out Andrew Garcia for being boring. He told Lee DeWyze he had no stage presence and from the neck up he had nothing. He said, "You're not in a recording studio. You have to give them something to look at."
I thought the show was good last night, and I think they're all getting better...but I think they've had a lot more room for improvement than any top ten I can remember. The two winners of the night for me were "Turban" (Tim Urban) and Crystal Bowersox. Tim because he's becoming the new Joe Jonas or maybe he's just mind-controlling me with his eyes to think that, and Crystal because again, she seems like the only polished artist up there, even if she wears unfortunate pants.
Honorable mention to Big Mike who was almost great with "In The Ghetto". That's Mike every week though. Almost great. Should be good enough to buy him another week, and I think he should make it to the top five. Lee was good too but I still expect him to get "Daughtry'ed" in the next couple weeks.
Middle of the pack: Casey and Siobhan.
Bottom Three: Aaron, Andrew, and Katie
Kicked Off: Aaron Kelly was terrible doing Blue Suede Shoes. He's gone. But who goes with him on double-elimination night? I think it's Andrew Garcia. Too many chances and no big breakthrough performance. The gangsta lean and the neck tat and the Buddy Holly glasses make us think anything can happen and then it never does. No edge. Nothing to make him special. Hard for me to say that 'cuz early on, I had Andrew and Crystal in the finals.
Great job, Adam. I think you helped the contestants more than any other "coach" this year. And the answer to the question at the top of the blog?
Answer: They both brought their mom last night. Of course. What else?
Date Night
Starring: Tina Fey, Steve Carell, Mark Wahlberg
Phil (Steve Carell) and Claire (Tina Fey) Foster set out on their weekly Date Night, but to add a little adventure to their lives they head out to the hottest restaurant in Manhattan. The only problem is â they donât have a reservation. Hoping to be seated before midnight they steal a no show coupleâs reservation. Phil and Claire are now the Tripplehorns. The real Tripplehorns however, are a thieving couple who are being hunted down by a pair of corrupt cops for stealing from some very dangerous people. In a case of mistaken identity, the Fosterâs embark on a series of crazy adventures to save their lives--and their marriage
Rotten tomatoes critics gave it 75% positive reviews
Letters to God
Starring: Tanner Maguire, Jeffrey Johnson, Robyn Lively
Tyler Doherty, an eight year old boy fighting a battle with cancer, faces his illness with bravery and grace. He believes God is the ultimate friend, teacher, and Pen-Pal, and his prayers turn into daily letters he composes and mails. These letters fall into the hands of a postman who is conflicted over what to do with them. Overtime he forms a friendship with Tyler and his family, and finally decides what to do with the letters. Inspired by a true story, what follows becomes a testament to the quiet power of one boy's shining spirit and unshakable faith.
I have had the house all to myself since Saturday morning. Emma Kelly is coming home this afternoon. I've tried to use the time wisely, but I haven't gotten even half the stuff on my To Do list accomplished. I was over-ambitious when I started listing everything I wanted to get done. I did manage to clean out my closet of all the clothes I will never wear again. I'm now going through photos and assembling photo albums. THAT'S a nightmare. Next up -- my daughter's closet.
So! The running thing. I'm still not loving it. I'm not even liking it. But I DO feel great mentally after I've finished. And I feel like a limp dishrag -- completely relaxed and all zen. I'm just waiting for that "When I ran, I couldn't keep weight on me!" bullcrap people keep telling me about to kick in.
I've run 3 miles the past two days, but I've had to stop and walk about 2 minutes right in the middle of it both days. It's like I'm taking in too much air -- just gulping it in. My cheeks start to tingle and I feel like I'm going to hyperventilate, so I walk for 2 minutes and then start running again. Inhale 3 steps; exhale 3 steps -- all through the mouth. But now I'm trying to exhale through my teeth, which sounds weird but seems to help. And my running coach was right -- when you're tired, your natural instinct is to slouch forward and lean into the run. Don't do that! Keep your posture straight and look straight ahead. It makes all the difference in the world. And when I'm really dragging, I also really pump my arms, which seems to propel me forward a little more. I have learned that Kleenex and a better running bra are absolute necessities. Nothing like the sight of me running while holding my boobies up. I'm sure the neighbors have been loving that.
A 5K is about 3 miles, so if I keep this up for the next couple weeks, the run on April 11 will (hopefully!) be a breeze. I think Kinsey might be running it with me and Big Al keeps threatening to. We'll see!
XO
Kellie
Its day 2 of the vacation in mexico with âsign girlâ and its not going too bad. Who said that a trip with someone that you barely know is a bad idea??? The first night was an early one. we had been up all day and the airport was packed. So, when we actually got to playa and into the condo, we were all a little cranky and tired. We hung out until 9 or so at the beer bucket but that was about all the energy that we had left. I let sign girl have the upstairs bedroom and steve and mandy took the downstairs bedroom and that left the couch for moi!
I think she is having a pretty good time so far. She has her people magazines to fill her time when we are idol. I am glad that she is the type of person that gets along with everyone. From the flight attendants to the shuttle driver to everyone else that we run intoâ¦she has no problem introducing herself and starting up a conversation. Thatâs a definite plus. She doesnât seem to have much of me talking to just about every stranger I run into either. Thatâs pretty much how I roll. I meet people, introduce myself and invite them to our bar. And some actually show up!
Yesterday, was our first full day and it started off with us making a trip to walmart. I bought $150 worth of food for the group and she threw in $60. So, that was a plus as well. After we spent over an hour at walmart, we took a cab back to the condo and we were too lazy to cook at that point. So we all went to a restaurant on the beach and had breakfast. We had our toes in the water and asses in the sand! Thanks zach! Anyway, so far so good.
Steve is making bacon, eggs, toast and coffeeâ¦and there is a pirate ship fast approaching so I have to run. I had every intention of taking a morning jog but that has yet to happen. But at least I brought my running shoes! Hahaâ¦
Later,
Al
You know it's a big deal when before they release a trailer for your movie...they release a trailer for the trailer! Here's the tease for "Eclipse" - the full thing will be out on Friday 3/12 (debuting in Robbie Pat's new movie "Remember Me").
Robert Pattinson said this version was the first he'd seen of the movie too!
Judy Lander in fifth grade didn't count. We never held hands. Lisa Shaeffer in sixth grade was my first girlfriend but not my first love. I didn't love her. She was pretty and I was just hanging out until something better came along. I was a player, like that.
Seventh grade brought a different crowd and Vicki Jones into my life. My first game of Spin The Bottle. My first kiss on the lips. Vicki was not so much hot as she was easy. I found out later I was the 4th guy in 7th grade to make out with her, and it was only September!
So, I still haven't revealed the first love. Eighth grade. Not Kristy Norton or Bev McCarty 'cuz they didn't love me back. In my most pathetic junior high moment, I stood near Bev without her knowing and made a friend take a picture. Yeah, way to go Lloyd Dobbler.
Ninth grade. Not Julie Biddle (yep, 3 cheerleaders in a row) because she had a douchey boyfriend who scared the crap out of me. Even after the ultimate act of love on my part--I accidentally set her hair on fire--we never truly hooked up. Sadly, I was becoming the guy girls go to talk about their problems. I was developing my counseling skills while the rest of the guys were developing their MUSCLES. I still wish I'd gotten THAT memo.
And then, Tenth grade...wow, just writing those two words stirs up feelings...AND her face.
Robin Hubbard. Blonde hair, green eyes, WAY out of my league. She was maybe the one hot girl in the whole school who didn't care if you were a football player, and she liked ME. I fell hard. After two weeks, her dad asked me if I had a home. After a month, we were still inseparable. She made me laugh. I made her laugh. She thought my family was "hysterical", not "frightening" like all the girls before her. At the Miami Boat Show, we ditched her family and snuck on board a 75 foot sailboat. We laid on the round bed together on that boat for over an hour. Side by side. My heart was coming out of my chest.
To this day, I don't know what broke us up. It could have been her twin sister campaigning against me because she was jealous that Robin had a boyfriend and she didn't. (I don't subscribe to that theory. The twin was equally as hot and could have gotten any guy she wanted.) It might have been because I got too possessive. The minute she was out of my sight, I got nervous. My grown-up therapist called it "early manifestation of abandonment phobia". (By the way, I didn't go to therapy because I was crazy. I was a Ridalin kid and it was required by law.) The beginning of the end was after the ninth grade basketball game against Gibbs. We lost by 30 points but it wasn't my fault because like every other game, I didn't get off the bench. After a quick shower (which I only took because it was also required, even though I didn't sweat much sitting on the bench), I raced outside to find her. I was asking everyone where she was. Finally, Sara Creveling pulled me over to the corner of the gym and said, "Robin already went home. She wants to know if it's okay if you guys chill for a while." I didn't know exactly what that meant but I knew it wasn't good. I raced home, called her house, and her jock brother hung up on me. Then her dad hung up on me. The next day, I went to the baseball field that was exactly halfway between my house and hers, our sacred meeting place, and sat in the bleachers waiting for her to come. We had no scheduled meet-up. I was just hoping against hope that she'd know I was there. She didn't, or if she did, she didn't care.
I had no idea that I could feel so bad. I was physically sick. I missed school for two days. It was bad. I was like Edward in Twilight. I couldnât even be near her but I had three classes with her.
Over the next two weeks, after school I would go sit in the bleachers at that baseball field, waiting for her to come to her senses.
I moved on eventually and so did she. We got to the point where we could finally have a conversation without one of us tearing upâ¦and by one of us I mean me.
Junior year of high school, we ran in different groups and I almost never saw her. But the summer between junior and senior year, we ran into each other at a party and started our romance all over again. I dumped a girl Iâd been with the whole year for the chance to get Robin back. We had a summer of love, excitement, and ridiculous drama. At the end of the summer, we both came to our senses and learned the grown-up lesson that sometimes, fiery passion is not enough.
She wanted to talk. I wanted to talk. We met at the beach, by the pavilion. It was one of those, âYou go firstâ, âNo, you go firstâ, kind of conversations but we were both trying to say the same thing. After breaking up and getting back together 6 times in two years, we agreed to end it once and for all. We hugged goodbyeâ¦she was wearing my Tarpon Zoo sweatshirt, and I let her go.
I don't think a first true love story should be one-sided. I think it should be required that the person you love loves you back. Otherwise, I'd be talking about how when I was in kindergarten, Danny Boy Howard and I used to kiss "like grownups on TV" underneath a flipped-over plastic kiddie pool. I have to remember to start monitoring what Emma Kelly is exposed to a little more closely...I forget how early kids "get it." But anyway, even though it was my first kiss, it wasn't my first "in love" kiss.
And then I had a fistful of crushes but a couple of loves that never loved me back. Oh, Chris and Mark....You don't know how different high school could have been........
But then there was Bennie, who later asked me and everyone else, including his own mother, to start referring to him as Bene. I seem to remember there was cologne of the same name that gave him the idea...But Bene and I met at Valdotti's Modeling School. Yes, I went to a modeling school and I'm sure that sends roars of laughter through more than a few people reading this. But I wanted to be an actress and believe it or not, there were no acting schools in Florence, SC. But in the Yellow Pages under "acting" was Valdotti's School of Modeling. So with no other choices, I took my 19-year-old, over-permed, size 16 self up to modeling school and signed myself up. Within a couple months, I was teaching the acting class. No, I wasn't that good. It was that bad.
Anyway, Bennie/Bene comes breezing into Valdotti's one day like a burst of sunshine -- blond-haired and blueberry-eyed and bubbling over like a giddy school girl talking with a Southern accent thicker than syrup. Oh, he was pretty. And we clicked. We found each other to be hilarious. Soon we were doing everything together. And then one night, we decided to go to the movies together -- "Dirty Dancing." (Rest in peace, Patrick Swayze.) So we left his car at Valdotti's and took my red Fiero -- because it was way cooler car than his car, duh. When we got back to Valdotti's, it was late and everybody was gone, so we just put the car in park and sat there with the engine running and the radio playing and we talked for the longest time. And then he kissed me and I was just IN LOVE. Here I was -- this overweight girl with fried hair being kissed by the prettiest boy I'd ever seen. And then we hear a tap on the window. It was the police making sure we weren't up to any funny business. "Oh, but I work here, Officer!" I was humiliated.
But Bennie/Bene and I went on to date and I just couldn't be with him enough. When he decided to go with the name change, I even bought him an ID bracelet that said "Bene." I was a very supportive girlfriend. I couldn't kiss him enough. I never wanted him to leave me and when he did, my whole body would ache. It was the most blissful torture I'd ever felt. And I excused every little lie he told me -- about being a year younger than he first told me. But only because he was afraid I wouldn't date a 17-year-old! Who wouldn't understand that! And then about how his Porsche got stolen so until his parents could buy him a new one, he was stuck driving a Honda. I know. I didn't buy it either. But then his mama backed him up on it because she didn't want to embarrass her baby boy! I just let it go because I figured he was intimidated by my super cool red Fiero...
But then one day, Bennie/Bene met my friend Patrick. Patrick was fabulous. I met him at Bogie's nightclub. Boy, could he dance. He was the best shagger in Florence. You should've seen him swinging girls across the dance floor. And he wore these incredible red high-top tennis shoes. I'll never forget those shoes. Anyway, I adored Patrick. And Patrick adored me. But it turns out that Bennie/Bene and Patrick also adored each other.
Soon, Bennie/Bene would start spending the night at Patrick's because it saved him a 30 minute drive back home and Patrick lived only 10 minutes away from me. It just made sense. But Patrick had a roommate. And it was a two bedroom house. And Bennie/Bene doesn't sleep on couches, so he had no other choice but to bunk with Patrick. I was sick. I knew, but I didn't want to know. Eventually Bennie/Bene just moved in over there. But I kept dating him. How could I just let my first love go? I couldn't. But then finally, we were two nights away from New Year's Eve and Bennie/Bene called and canceled on me, saying he would be too tired and would just stay home with Patrick instead. Too tired two nights from now?? I flew into a rage. I raced over to their house and banged at the door, screaming for them to let me in. Patrick only opened the door after I promised not to physically harm them.
I raged for what felt like forever, but was probably only a good 10 minutes. I was eloquent in my fury. I screamed in both of their faces, "How could you do this to me??" was repeated quite often. But they just sat there in silence. And finally I left. And that was it. My first love was behind me and it's more than likely affected my dating life ever since.
Not only was Tosha Terry my first love, she was my first. Ok, she was a year younger than me, so what. I was 16 and she was 15. no biggie. Tosha was a yellow hammer. With long, flowing black hair. And man did she have a pretty smile. We met at the Aquarius movie theatre. Tosha was a somewhat tall girl. She lived about 7 miles from me and we went to different schools. That didnât matter a whole bunch because, I had a car. If I remember correctly, Toshaâs mom was a single mom. Actually, so was Tosha. Yeah, Tosha was more experienced than me. Iâm not real sure how many times she had done it but obviously, at least once. But that didnât matter. Tosha was beautiful. Letâs talk about Toshaâs booty for a minute. It was perfect. In fact, Iâm not sure but I think her daddy was a meat burglar. It was like someone had stolen two hams and put them in the back of her pants.
I only saw Tosha on the weekends but that was enough for me. I would cruise over to her house in my 200sx with the fog lights in the front. And we would kiss for hours. The only thing that would stop us would be if her baby would start crying. Speaking of her baby, that baby was always sleeping on Toshaâs bed which seriously, interfered with my plan. So we ended up on the couch.
We didn't date an extremely long time but I was devastated when she broke up with me to be with a senior. Damn those seniors. I remember locking myself in the room and listening to my commodores' album for hours and just crying my butt off. I kind of doubt if I had the same effect on her. Anyway, Tosha was a very beautiful girl. Her nose was so cute and actually, even as I write this, I can see her face. There was no real magic moment that made me fall madly in love with her. She was just extremely beautiful and I loved her almost immediately. I did remember that she was a great kisser. Then again, I was 16. Any girl that would kiss me was a "great kisser."
As a teenager, I believe that it is tough for one to really distinguish "love" and "lust". My hormones began to start having a party in my body around 12 years old. I did pretty well with girls as a kid, but when I turned 13 everything started to change. My voice sounded like a dying cow, I would get a huge zit on my nose about once every two weeks, and at times I felt as if I moved like a newborn deer on ice. I felt so awkward that I started shying away from girls.
Summer going into 8th grade was pretty much average. This meant my football season was underway. The best thing about playing pop warner football was the fact that each year we got cheerleaders, and since our district was pretty huge, we would always have different girls because there were two teams in our age group. We never really learned who our cheerleaders were until our end of summer BBQ. That is where I met my first "love", her name was Yumi. She was different like me. I never have looked like one ethnicity. I have been told that I look Asian, White, Mexican, Filipino, and Polynesian. She was Asian, but had a valley girl voice and a French last name. I later found out she was Japanese, and French... pretty much rocked at guessing. She had light brown eyes, had a mole on her cheek, and was tall (at the time, due to me still being in the girls are taller stage), she had boobs (only about 50% of girls had boobs at the time), she had long dark hair that went to the middle of her back, and she smelled like strawberries... I would say her face is similar to Lucy Liu. At the time I was going through I think only Asian girls are hot.
To tell you the truth, I really didnât talk to her because I thought she was way too pretty for me, but for some reason I caught her eye. I had seen her at school, but had never talked to her. After the BBQ I went home and got in the shower, only to have my mom walk in there holding the phone as I sang some amazing Elvis Presley (that was my shower ritual, until that night). My friend Delissa was on the phone. After yelling at my mom for "ruining my life" I called her back.
Delissa told me that Yumi thought I was cute, I could hear her laughing in the background. I was pretty flattered, but I played it cool. So then she asked me if I thought she was pretty, and I said yes. So the next day we had a double date with some friends at the mall and it took off from there. We talked every day. I would ride my bike to her house. It was fun and new. I had never had a girlfriend like that before... heck, I had only kissed girls during spin the bottle before that. She was the first girl to ever buy me a present... it was Hugo Boss cologne; I thought I was so cool because I had expensive cologne.
The problem was that her parents did not really like the fact that I was not Asian. They didnât like that we spent so much time together, so it became a bit of a Romeo and Juliet story. I would sneak out to see her at her friendâs house. She would lie to them about where she was going to meet up with me. It was awesome... and scary. I seriously thought her dad would kick my butt. We ended up dating our entire 8th grade year.
Her parents found out about the sneaking around... and they didnât like the fact that we had been dating so long because they thought she should meet as many boys as possible while she was young. So they sent her off to backpacking trip some kids from school went on. I couldnât afford it and ended up being alone that summer. I had no contact with her. When she got back she told me that she had developed a crush on Brian Davis, he was a dude with cool hair who girls thought was cute... naturally I didnât like him. So I spent the remaining month trying to get her back and somehow I did. We got back together. I thought I was soooooo in love with this girl. Once high school started everything changed. Brian Davis was not the guy I should be weary of. In this new jungle there were guys with cars, facial hair, and muscles. I was a 14 year old kid with shaggy hair, a super thin blonde mustache, on the freshman football team, and no money.
About two months into our first year of high school she dumped me again, because some senior named Eric developed a crush on her. He was Asian, older, had a car, was in a dance crew, and seemed to be pretty popular. Once again, I was devastated. I donât know where that Eric guy is now, but I do know that they stopped dating about a month later... and she dated another older guy, and another. I eventually moved on, after I got past my awkward stage, cut my hair, shaved, and kept playing football. She quit cheer, joined flag, and became an art girl. I never talked to her again, until we graduated... and all I said was "wow, long time no talk." I was so mad at her for dumping me that I said I would not date anymore Asian girls because they would remind me of her. She was the first and last Asian girl I ever dated.
I still struggle to this day with the question of what I felt. Was I really in love? Or did I just like her a lot? I never expressed my deep fears with Yumi, or talked about my family problems in depth, or passed gas in front of her, or felt as if she were my best friend. I think we were two kids trying to act older than we were. She was the first girl I said, "I love you" to... and I think at the time I meant it because my definition of love was completely different than it is now. I thought that if you like someone a lot, you love them. I started realizing that if that was the case, I loved a lot of girls.
So I would say she was more of a "puppy love". I always knew I would marry my first love... and that is Kinsey. She is the first girl to know everything about me. My imperfections, my fears, my flaws (which I have many of), and my strengths... and she loves me for that. We have gone through very, very tough times and we have come out of the cloud, which is how I know she is my first true love.
Moral of the story: being a freshman boy in high school sucks... I would have wrecked shop if I were a girl.
Well since it wasn't clearly defined what "first love" means-I am gonna go with someone I was in love with but didn't know me. The one and only Jonathan Taylor Thomas. JT^2 as I called him. He was on the cover of every Teen Bop I can remember. I had dreams about him and compared my male classmates to him. No one has ever really come close to JTT since then....no I really fell in love for the first time in high school-I guess. My definition of love now is so much different than it was then so I question whether immature love is the same as the love you have when you know yourself and who you are. I first fell in love with a guy friend in 8 grade. He was hot and athletic and so cheesy but all the girls loved him. I used to have my mom drive me by his house and try and figure out where he was going to be hanging out on the weekends. Wait-that sounds like a crazy girl. Is it really stalking if your mom is taking you? He got wind of the fact that I was into him and it was an incredible romance of about 4 weeks. He bought me the new Beastie Boys CD and we would meet up to jump on my trampoline in the backyard. It was very romantic. I remember I used to get so nervous all the time around him and could never really be myself. I also had a unibrow so I'm thinking that's why things went awry. One day when I was getting ready to go to a school festival I got the call. He was there with friends, calling from a payphone. The conversation went something like this: "Hey Jenna. Hey Griffin. I'm about to leave to come meet you. Hey Jenna, I've actually been meaning to tell you that Im just gonna hang out with my friends. Oh okay...well that's fine, I will see you there. Umm Jenna I meant more like I wanna hang out with my friends ALL the time. Like don't wanna be with you anymore. He had another girlfriend a week later. I was so heartbroken-We never even kissed! It's funny because I had my heart broken so much in the early dating stages and now I'm the one that tends to get bored and restless.
If we talk about real reciprocal love I was the heartbreaker surprisingly. I was a little late to the game. I didn't find him until I was 17! We were friends for about 3 years prior to dating and I think I made him date me. I used my powers of persuasion to convince him that we would be great together..how pathetic. Well we actually ended up dating for about 2 years and then halfway through my freshman year of college, I decided it was time for me to be single. It was really a terrible breakup because he didn't want it at all and I was bad about stringing him along. I always have the desire to remain friends with the people I date, even if it ends poorly. I hold on to a part of them because I feel like it will all be worthless if I don't. How can you spend years of your life with someone and then act like they don't exist? Well I've learned in the years since that friendships ARE possible with exes but there is definitely a window of time that you need to be apart. By keeping in contact, it puts the broken-hearted at a disadvantage. They are unable to get over you and vice versa. There needs to be that "outta sight, outta mind" period so you can go back to being you. I can honestly say that I've managed to remain friends with most of my exes except for this first love. I never see him or speak to him anymore and I feel disappointment with myself because of it. I have never understood how people can date for years and years and then just go down in flames. I suppose if someone cheated on me I would definitely never talk to them again. Honestly, I fall in in love with friends and then if things don't work out, I am desperate to go back to friends again. Unfortunately it all changes when that line is crossed.
Writing about my first love is a tough subject. It took me a while to finally admit to the world that I bat for the other team, so all of the relationships I was in up until that point were fake and sort of a waste. To be totally honest I always think of the same person when I think about my first love. It wasn't very realistic, but it's what I had to hold onto at the time.
To this day I swear that I was in love with and would have married (and later divorced) Joey McIntyre from New Kids On The Block. I would have done anything for him. I even went so far as to love him from a long distance for about three years.
Joey was kind of my escape from the real thoughts and feelings I was having at the time. I would see Punky Brewster on the TV and be like WOW! She's so pretty. But that wasn't ok. My love for Joey was okay at the time, so I went with it. I had my NKOTB sleeping bag and would kiss Joey every night before I went to bed. I used the sleeping bag as a comforter so that he could be close to me. I knew that Joey would probably never love me back, but what could I do about it? He was so cute with his curly hair and high voice. His big blue eyes looked right at me when he was on the TV or even when I was in the very back row at the Magic Summer concert. He was the center of my world, so I wanted to be the same for him.
I don't think that I will ever forget Joey being my first love. I actually got to meet him last year when the group went on tour. He was so handsome, but I know how much I have changed as a person because my love wasn't there anymore. I liked meeting him, but the spark just wasn't there anymore. It probably had a lot to do with the fact that I've come to terms with who I am and now the whole world knows. I know that I am okay and that there's no reason to be ashamed or fake it anymore. I've lived that life and struggled with things for long enough. So my love for Joey is now just a distant memory that helped me through trying to find acceptance.
Former American Idol contestant and friend of the show, Elliot Yamin, checked in with us to give us his version of what it's like in Chile - where he was during the earthquake.
World, I bequeath to you today one little girl in a crispy dress.. with two blue eyes...and a happy laugh that ripples all day long, and a batch of light blonde hair that bounces in the sunlight when she runs. I Trust You'll Treat Her Well.
She's slipping out of the backyard of my heart this morning and skipping off down the street to her first day at school.
And never again will she be completely mine...
Prim and proud, she'll wave a young and independent hand this morning, and say goodbye and walk with little-lady steps to the nearby schoolhouse...
Gone will be the chattering little hoyden who lived only for play, and gone will be the delightful little gamin who roamed the yard like a proud princess with nary a care in her little world.
Now, she will learn to stand in lines...and wait by the alphabet for her name to be called...
She will learn to tune her little-girl ears for the sound of school bells, and for deadlines...
She will learn to giggle and gossip... and to look at the ceiling in a disinterested way when the little boy across the aisle sticks out his tongue.
Now she will learn to be jealous...and now she will learn how it is to feel hurt inside...and now she will learn how not to cry. No longer will she have time to sit on the front porch steps on a summer day and watch while an ant scurries across a crack in the sidewalk...
Or will she have time to pop out of bed with the dawn to kiss lilac blossoms in the morning dew. Now she will worry about important things...like grades...and what dresses to wear...and whose best friend is whose. Now she will worry about the little boy who pulls her hair at recess time... and staying after school...and which little girls like which little boys...And the magic of books and knowledge will soon take the place of the magic of her blocks and dolls.
And she'll find her new heroes. For five full years I've been her sage and Santa Claus...her pal and playmate...her parent and friend. Now, alas, she'll learn to share her worship and adoration with her teachers (which is only right).
No longer will her parents be the smartest, and greatest in the world. Today, when the first school bell rings, she'll learn how it is to be a member of the group...with all its privileges, and, of course, its disadvantages, too.
She'll learn in time that proper young ladies don't laugh out loud...or keep frogs in pickle jars in bedrooms...or watch ants scurry across the cracks in a summer sidewalk...
Today, she'll begin to learn for the first time that all who smile at her are not her friends. That "the group" can be a demanding mistress... and I'll stand on the porch and watch her start out on the long, long journey to becoming a woman.
So WORLD, I BEQUEATH TO YOU TODAY ONE LITTLE GIRL in a crispy dress, with two blue eyes, a happy laugh that ripples all day long, and a batch of light blonde hair that bounces in the sunlight when she runs.
I TRUST YOU'LL TREAT HER WELL.
The moving weekend is officially over!!! Yay!! For the most part, it went pretty well. Big shout out to Jose, Jose, and Jose for helping me move on the cheap. Did I really get three guys named Jose? Yup. At least it was easy to remember all of their names. We knocked out moving the big stuff in about three hours. Normally, when I have my friends help, it takes about 5... mostly because we buy beers and slack off. The only problem we ran into was Kinsey's complaining. haha. We are moving into a house for the first time in 5 years, and this is our first house together, so we are going to have to take care of a lot of things that were taken care of for us in the past. For example: if we see a couple of roaches in our pizza the next morning, its up to us to find a way to get rid of them. Yup, we ordered some pizza while we were moving and we naturally had some left over. So we put it in the fridge. The next morning I wanted a piece for breakfast, cause that was the healthiest thing I could find in our house... besides a piece of plywood. There was not one, but two roaches chilling in the box, literally. They were chilling because they were in the fridge. I am sad to announce that the two roaches passed away due to the cold air in the fridge, but props to them for somehow sneaking in unnoticed.
We also ran into this problem: we have about half the storage space now. We have a bigger place, but way less storage. So guess what I did? I got my man on for the first time ever and headed out to Home Depot. I have been there before, but it was for work stuff, like when I had to build a float for the Gay Pride parade back when I worked in San Diego. This time was all my business. I bought tools, and some cable so that we could plug in the dryer, and I also bought some other manly stuff, but I cant remember what it is... just some nuts and bolts that I wasnt going to use, but wanted them anyway to make my shoping trip look more manly.
Then I made my way over to Target and bought an armoire, a shoe rack, and some closet space thing and I spent my Sunday building the crap out of those things. It took me all day, but I dont have internet yet, so I just watched my new NFL Sunday Ticket and got to building.. I also managed to connect the wires onto the dryer correctly, and I turned on the the pilot on the water heater. Those things right there could have blown up the house, and I got around that masterfully. House is still there, and I lived through the night so I did not let any gas out. I felt like freaking McGyver! Greatness!
I still have a couple of projects that Kinsey wants me to do... but so far, I am in super guy mode... except for the fact that I did say the word "armoire".
Moral of the story: doing guy stuff is easy if you read the directions... but it does add a lot more time. Some like to guess what the directions would say, and finish in about half the time, but I am not up to that man level yet.
WORD!
You know how when you put your home up for sale, you have to leave every day with it looking like nobody actually lives there? Everything has to be spotless. All the junk mail filed...the kids' toys put in their proper places...the dirty dishes transferred from the sink to the dishwasher...the bed has to be made...the bathroom sink and the mirrors have to be wiped dry...and PLEASE don't forget to flush the toilet...It's just a nightmare.
And for weeks on end, you go through this same routine every morning for NOTHING. Nobody shows up to look at your house...There is absolutely no interest out there whatsoever. You're even thinking that it's about time to give up, take your house off the market, and just live there in your own filth until the day you die.
But then it finally happens. And it's that one day when everything goes wrong. You were up all night with a sick kid spewing spaghetti...Then you overslept because you forgot to set your alarm clock so now your bathroom looks like a tornado hit it...Then as you're grabbing your keys and racing out the door, your dog suddenly forgets he's housebroken...And in your frustration, you just say to yourself, "Screw it! Nobody's looked at this house for two months anyway! I'll deal with the dog poo later!" And just as you're scrambling to get into your car, spilling coffee on the blouse you just picked up from the dry cleaners yesterday, your cell phone starts to ring from somewhere in the bowels of your purse. UGH! You don't have time for this! Whoever it is can leave a message! So you finally get to work and after you settle your nerves somewhat, you decide to take a peek at that missed call. Terror strikes. It was your realtor! In a panic, you check the voice message she left for you over an hour ago. And like nails down the chalkboard of your soul, you listen as that damned cheerful voice screeches at you, "I've got great news! I'm on my way to your house right now! We finally got a showing!!"
The point of all this is not that I'm getting ready to sell my house. No, the point is, I'm just about to replace Kidd Kraddick as the King of Analogies. See, I suddenly had this epiphany -- which is way too dramatic a word to be using here...but I did come to the realization that putting your house on the market is just like starting a brand new relationship. That's because when you start dating a bright, new, shiny guy, EVERYTHING has to be perfect. You always have to be in a great mood when (and IF) he calls you (at like 5:30 in the afternoon because he suddenly realized that he hadn't given a single thought to you all day but out of obligation -- or just to keep you from bitching -- he decides to send you an emotion-free "How's your day going?" text which you have to answer with an upbeat "Great!" followed by a cheerful emoticon). You always have to have on perfect makeup and a cute-bordering-on-sexy outfit, just in case he hits you up with a "My meeting got canceled so I was wondering if you could meet me for lunch in 15 minutes" and you want to make him think you're this spontaneous, fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants kind of girl who just so happens to look this effortlessly fabulous for no reason whatsoever. And you always have to shave your legs -- not just to the knees, but all the way up. Nothing kills the moment like the stress you feel when you realize that lunch is ending with dessert back at his place and he's about to be rubbing up on your hairy thigh. Unless you're wearing those panties you save for that time of the month because you were running low on clean underwear...that's pretty bad, too.
But see! Dating a new guy is just like having your house on the market! Only YOU'RE the house! And HE'S the buyer coming over for a showing! But you don't want him to see your dirty laundry tossed around everywhere and have him be all disgusted by the filth in your bathroom. And you SURE don't want to disclose up front that your house suffers from foundation problems. Why would you want to be all OBVIOUS like that? First, you have to distract him from noticing any problems by prettying up your house with lots of paint and accessories. And then once he falls in love with the house and decides that this is the house for him, that's when it's time for the home inspection. And THAT'S the time when all those pesky little foundation problems finally get revealed to the buyer. But at this point, you're hoping he's so in love with your house that he's willing to pay whatever it takes to get it fixed so he can move in there, or that he's just willing to live with the house and all of its problems, as is.
So that's why I'm glad I broke up with that guy I wasn't dating anyway -- because now I don't have to shave my legs all the way up anymore. And THAT's my silver lining.
Randy Jackson, Steven Tyler, Mario Lopez
So Gaga just walked by and I yelled, Gaga. It's kidd!". She turned around! Then I got kicked out. HA-HA
View from backstage to the stage
Me and Nicole Scherzinger in Vegas. She just sang with Steven Tyler. Told me it was "epic"
Favorite Word this week:
KIDD: Lothario. Never heard it til Jenna said it and then Steve Carell said it.
KELLIE: Cattywampus
AL: Ointment---someone sent me a comment on Facebook and told me to say something funny on their wall. I sent them the word "ointment" ---they sent me back "lol"
J-Si: Discombobulated... because it is fun to say
JENNA:Â Satiate
Favorite New App?
KIDD:The new 
Every body gets a little crazy when theyâre on vacation, right? Some even go as far as to behave in ways they normally wouldnât. And then there are those that completely bust out with an altar ego ⦠like Executive Producer Robert Ehrman. AKA, The Punta Cana Cowboy
Deem me as incredibly pathetic if you want, but my favorite moment of the Golden Globes was catching Angelina Jolie applying her lipgloss. She is always so perfect-you never see her eating or primping. It's nice to know she puts some effort in. That being said, what was that lipgloss?! I found out on a great fashion site (Stylist) that she was wearing Chantecaille's Brilliant Gloss. This is an incredible makeup line-probably the best I've found but it's super pricey. You can only find it at places like Neiman's and Barney's. If you want to splurge on 25 dollar lipgloss, check it out! She wearing the shade "Love".  Their website is 
Dear Kidd-
Iâve been friends with the family Iâm writing you about for 5 years. Itâs a wonderful family of 6 who has had a rough year. The mom is battling breast cancer and is in her third treatment. The oldest son was hit by a truck last year and now suffers behavioral and other issues as a result. Their middle son is autistic.
This family is always doing things for other people. They opened their home to a family of 5 after the parents got laid off from their jobs. They footed all the bills to help this family while they were down on their luck. They are very humble people who never ask for anything, but they are always first to volunteer their time, limited resources, or lend an ear to anyone who needs it. In fact at this time last year, they adopted a family who needed some extra help to make their holiday more special. Now my friends could use some extra help to give their family an amazing Christmas that will never be forgotten.
With medical bills for the special needs of two kids, plus recurring bills for cancer treatments and everything else that has happened this year, this family has fallen behind on everything. They are such an amazing family and try to live by Godâs word in everything they do. The mom is super supportive of her kids and their activities in spite of what she is going through. Three of her kids are involved in a not for profit cheer and dance organization, and mom is there for every performance or competition, regardless of how she feels.
What you need:
1 16oz. box of pound cake mix
3 eggs
2 TB. butter
4 tsp. pumpkin pie spice
1-8oz. package cream cheese, softened
1-14oz. can sweetened condensed milk
1-15oz. can pumpkin puree
1/2 tsp. salt
Directions:
1. Preheat oven to 350. Coat 9x13 pan with non-stick spray
2. Combine cake mix, 1 egg, butter, 2 tsp. pumpkin pie spice in a bowl til sticky and crumbly and press mixture into bottom of pan. This is the crust.
3. Beat cream cheese til fluffy, add condensed milk, 2 eggs, pumpkin puree, last 2 tsp. pumpkin pie spice and the salt. Pour over crust
4. Bake 30-35 minutes
5. Cool and chill in fridge!
There's a new technique in psychotherapy that is super hot right now....
It's a role playing exercise between the doctor and the patient, and essentially, the patient is asked to play himself or herself as a 10 year old. This isn't something the doctor will just spring on you...he actually gives you a homework assignment. He tells you to sit down in a quiet place and write down the answers to these 5 simple questions...and it's not the answers that are important, but the process of recalling as best you can, who you were when you were ten.
So, i'm gonna go around the room and get your answers, but before I do...think back to when you were ten. Try to remember your tenth birthday party...who was your best friend...what kind of bike did you have...what was your favorite food? What did you do on a typical saturday? what was your teacher's name. Think about what you're wearing. How your hair is styled.
Okay..everybody ready? Remember, you are ten years old. don't answer in past tense:
Who is the greatest person you know?
What (not who but what) do you love more than anything?
What are you most afraid of?
What's the thing you're best at?
What do you wanna be when you grow up?
The point here is for the Now You to re-connect with the young you. Because while you didn't know as much, you also didn't lie to yourself and cover up your true feelings as much as we all do as adults.
The first question...who is the greatest person you know...is the blue print for who you want to become. Not career wise necessarily but as far as character, reputation, demeanor, and stuff like that.
The "what do you love" question is not so much about the answer, it's about the feeling of passion that you had when you were ten. (Refer to someone's answer and cement the point)
the fear question is important because psychologists say our fears are established very early in life and rarely change. It may not be EXACTLY a _______, but if you connect the dots you can root out what it really is and then judge how much you still have it and if it's holding you back.
Next, "the thing you're best at". Again, not so much the answer that matters but how fervently you believe it. This says a lot. Let's say the young you picked something that he's NOT good at but thinks he is. Chances are, that lack of self awareness has continued. Maybe you said, baseball. Chances are, it can be connected to the question before it..."what do you love" and remind us that without passion, we can't be truly great at anything.
Finally, what do you wanna be when you grow up is pretty self explanatory...
Here are the showâs answers:
Kidd: Danny Ozark, Ten speed bike, Scared of dad freaking out over losing things, Best at doing impressions, Professional baseball player or standup comedian
Jsi: steve young, ninja turtles, spiders, football, firefighter
Big al: my dad, my black 3-speed bike, spiders, throwing newspapers, own a business like my dad â¨Kellie:my preacher bill Monroe, Cable television, Bullies in class, Best at school, Want to be an actress
Jenna: soccer coach,I love spelling,Bad people in my closet because my dad hides a chucky doll when im asleep, Im the best 4 square player, Be a soccer player
Is your social network preventing you from getting a job? Google yourself right now and see what comes up. Yesterday we talked about the lack of online privacy we have. Everything that is posted about you is saved in internet history forever-or so it seems. It might be hard to find a job when that photo of you doing a keg stand just wonât go away. I donât want to find myself saying, âLook thereâs an explanation for why Iâm in a cop costume that has a leotard and handcuffsâ. The job search has become increasingly harder and we are all under more scrutiny with everything that can be learned about us online. A whopping 70 percent of recruiters and HR professionals have rejected applicants based on information that surfaced online.
In fact, Syracuse first reached out to Brand-Yourself after observing that students were losing jobs and internships by mismanaging their online presence. To the rescue is Brand-yourself.com This site is like a credit check for online profiles. It scans Google, Facebook and Twitter and gives you a report. Not only does it show you what to remove, but it has tools to help you organize and better promote yourself. You can also pay for services called ReputationDefender and Reputation Hawk. Another option is to blog to cover up. If u canât delete it, hide it. It also can make you a more attractive candidate to employers when they see you writing about your life.
Beware the cybertwin! When I search my name a lovely cybertwin pops up who is a twice-over juvenile delinquent.
- Jenna
Judy Lander in fifth grade didn't count. We never held hands. Lisa Shaeffer in sixth grade was my first girlfriend but not my first love. I didn't love her. She was pretty and I was just hanging out until something better came along. I was a player, like that.
Seventh grade brought a different crowd and Vicki Jones into my life. My first game of Spin The Bottle. My first kiss on the lips. Vicki was not so much hot as she was easy. I found out later I was the 4th guy in 7th grade to make out with her, and it was only September!
So, I still haven't revealed the first love. Eighth grade. Not Kristy Norton or Bev McCarty 'cuz they didn't love me back. In my most pathetic junior high moment, I stood near Bev without her knowing and made a friend take a picture. Yeah, way to go Lloyd Dobbler.
Ninth grade. Not Julie Biddle (yep, 3 cheerleaders in a row) because she had a douchey boyfriend who scared the crap out of me. Even after the ultimate act of love on my part--I accidentally set her hair on fire--we never truly hooked up. Sadly, I was becoming the guy girls go to talk about their problems. I was developing my counseling skills while the rest of the guys were developing their MUSCLES. I still wish I'd gotten THAT memo.
And then, Tenth grade...wow, just writing those two words stirs up feelings...AND her face.
Robin Hubbard. Blonde hair, green eyes, WAY out of my league. She was maybe the one hot girl in the whole school who didn't care if you were a football player, and she liked ME. I fell hard. After two weeks, her dad asked me if I had a home. After a month, we were still inseparable. She made me laugh. I made her laugh. She thought my family was "hysterical", not "frightening" like all the girls before her. At the Miami Boat Show, we ditched her family and snuck on board a 75 foot sailboat. We laid on the round bed together on that boat for over an hour. Side by side. My heart was coming out of my chest.
To this day, I don't know what broke us up. It could have been her twin sister campaigning against me because she was jealous that Robin had a boyfriend and she didn't. (I don't subscribe to that theory. The twin was equally as hot and could have gotten any guy she wanted.) It might have been because I got too possessive. The minute she was out of my sight, I got nervous. My grown-up therapist called it "early manifestation of abandonment phobia". (By the way, I didn't go to therapy because I was crazy. I was a Ridalin kid and it was required by law.) The beginning of the end was after the ninth grade basketball game against Gibbs. We lost by 30 points but it wasn't my fault because like every other game, I didn't get off the bench. After a quick shower (which I only took because it was also required, even though I didn't sweat much sitting on the bench), I raced outside to find her. I was asking everyone where she was. Finally, Sara Creveling pulled me over to the corner of the gym and said, "Robin already went home. She wants to know if it's okay if you guys chill for a while." I didn't know exactly what that meant but I knew it wasn't good. I raced home, called her house, and her jock brother hung up on me. Then her dad hung up on me. The next day, I went to the baseball field that was exactly halfway between my house and hers, our sacred meeting place, and sat in the bleachers waiting for her to come. We had no scheduled meet-up. I was just hoping against hope that she'd know I was there. She didn't, or if she did, she didn't care.
I had no idea that I could feel so bad. I was physically sick. I missed school for two days. It was bad. I was like Edward in Twilight. I couldnât even be near her but I had three classes with her.
Over the next two weeks, after school I would go sit in the bleachers at that baseball field, waiting for her to come to her senses.
I moved on eventually and so did she. We got to the point where we could finally have a conversation without one of us tearing upâ¦and by one of us I mean me.
Junior year of high school, we ran in different groups and I almost never saw her. But the summer between junior and senior year, we ran into each other at a party and started our romance all over again. I dumped a girl Iâd been with the whole year for the chance to get Robin back. We had a summer of love, excitement, and ridiculous drama. At the end of the summer, we both came to our senses and learned the grown-up lesson that sometimes, fiery passion is not enough.
She wanted to talk. I wanted to talk. We met at the beach, by the pavilion. It was one of those, âYou go firstâ, âNo, you go firstâ, kind of conversations but we were both trying to say the same thing. After breaking up and getting back together 6 times in two years, we agreed to end it once and for all. We hugged goodbyeâ¦she was wearing my Tarpon Zoo sweatshirt, and I let her go.
I don't think a first true love story should be one-sided. I think it should be required that the person you love loves you back. Otherwise, I'd be talking about how when I was in kindergarten, Danny Boy Howard and I used to kiss "like grownups on TV" underneath a flipped-over plastic kiddie pool. I have to remember to start monitoring what Emma Kelly is exposed to a little more closely...I forget how early kids "get it." But anyway, even though it was my first kiss, it wasn't my first "in love" kiss.
And then I had a fistful of crushes but a couple of loves that never loved me back. Oh, Chris and Mark....You don't know how different high school could have been........
But then there was Bennie, who later asked me and everyone else, including his own mother, to start referring to him as Bene. I seem to remember there was cologne of the same name that gave him the idea...But Bene and I met at Valdotti's Modeling School. Yes, I went to a modeling school and I'm sure that sends roars of laughter through more than a few people reading this. But I wanted to be an actress and believe it or not, there were no acting schools in Florence, SC. But in the Yellow Pages under "acting" was Valdotti's School of Modeling. So with no other choices, I took my 19-year-old, over-permed, size 16 self up to modeling school and signed myself up. Within a couple months, I was teaching the acting class. No, I wasn't that good. It was that bad.
Anyway, Bennie/Bene comes breezing into Valdotti's one day like a burst of sunshine -- blond-haired and blueberry-eyed and bubbling over like a giddy school girl talking with a Southern accent thicker than syrup. Oh, he was pretty. And we clicked. We found each other to be hilarious. Soon we were doing everything together. And then one night, we decided to go to the movies together -- "Dirty Dancing." (Rest in peace, Patrick Swayze.) So we left his car at Valdotti's and took my red Fiero -- because it was way cooler car than his car, duh. When we got back to Valdotti's, it was late and everybody was gone, so we just put the car in park and sat there with the engine running and the radio playing and we talked for the longest time. And then he kissed me and I was just IN LOVE. Here I was -- this overweight girl with fried hair being kissed by the prettiest boy I'd ever seen. And then we hear a tap on the window. It was the police making sure we weren't up to any funny business. "Oh, but I work here, Officer!" I was humiliated.
But Bennie/Bene and I went on to date and I just couldn't be with him enough. When he decided to go with the name change, I even bought him an ID bracelet that said "Bene." I was a very supportive girlfriend. I couldn't kiss him enough. I never wanted him to leave me and when he did, my whole body would ache. It was the most blissful torture I'd ever felt. And I excused every little lie he told me -- about being a year younger than he first told me. But only because he was afraid I wouldn't date a 17-year-old! Who wouldn't understand that! And then about how his Porsche got stolen so until his parents could buy him a new one, he was stuck driving a Honda. I know. I didn't buy it either. But then his mama backed him up on it because she didn't want to embarrass her baby boy! I just let it go because I figured he was intimidated by my super cool red Fiero...
But then one day, Bennie/Bene met my friend Patrick. Patrick was fabulous. I met him at Bogie's nightclub. Boy, could he dance. He was the best shagger in Florence. You should've seen him swinging girls across the dance floor. And he wore these incredible red high-top tennis shoes. I'll never forget those shoes. Anyway, I adored Patrick. And Patrick adored me. But it turns out that Bennie/Bene and Patrick also adored each other.
Soon, Bennie/Bene would start spending the night at Patrick's because it saved him a 30 minute drive back home and Patrick lived only 10 minutes away from me. It just made sense. But Patrick had a roommate. And it was a two bedroom house. And Bennie/Bene doesn't sleep on couches, so he had no other choice but to bunk with Patrick. I was sick. I knew, but I didn't want to know. Eventually Bennie/Bene just moved in over there. But I kept dating him. How could I just let my first love go? I couldn't. But then finally, we were two nights away from New Year's Eve and Bennie/Bene called and canceled on me, saying he would be too tired and would just stay home with Patrick instead. Too tired two nights from now?? I flew into a rage. I raced over to their house and banged at the door, screaming for them to let me in. Patrick only opened the door after I promised not to physically harm them.
I raged for what felt like forever, but was probably only a good 10 minutes. I was eloquent in my fury. I screamed in both of their faces, "How could you do this to me??" was repeated quite often. But they just sat there in silence. And finally I left. And that was it. My first love was behind me and it's more than likely affected my dating life ever since.
Not only was Tosha Terry my first love, she was my first. Ok, she was a year younger than me, so what. I was 16 and she was 15. no biggie. Tosha was a yellow hammer. With long, flowing black hair. And man did she have a pretty smile. We met at the Aquarius movie theatre. Tosha was a somewhat tall girl. She lived about 7 miles from me and we went to different schools. That didnât matter a whole bunch because, I had a car. If I remember correctly, Toshaâs mom was a single mom. Actually, so was Tosha. Yeah, Tosha was more experienced than me. Iâm not real sure how many times she had done it but obviously, at least once. But that didnât matter. Tosha was beautiful. Letâs talk about Toshaâs booty for a minute. It was perfect. In fact, Iâm not sure but I think her daddy was a meat burglar. It was like someone had stolen two hams and put them in the back of her pants.
I only saw Tosha on the weekends but that was enough for me. I would cruise over to her house in my 200sx with the fog lights in the front. And we would kiss for hours. The only thing that would stop us would be if her baby would start crying. Speaking of her baby, that baby was always sleeping on Toshaâs bed which seriously, interfered with my plan. So we ended up on the couch.
We didn't date an extremely long time but I was devastated when she broke up with me to be with a senior. Damn those seniors. I remember locking myself in the room and listening to my commodores' album for hours and just crying my butt off. I kind of doubt if I had the same effect on her. Anyway, Tosha was a very beautiful girl. Her nose was so cute and actually, even as I write this, I can see her face. There was no real magic moment that made me fall madly in love with her. She was just extremely beautiful and I loved her almost immediately. I did remember that she was a great kisser. Then again, I was 16. Any girl that would kiss me was a "great kisser."
As a teenager, I believe that it is tough for one to really distinguish "love" and "lust". My hormones began to start having a party in my body around 12 years old. I did pretty well with girls as a kid, but when I turned 13 everything started to change. My voice sounded like a dying cow, I would get a huge zit on my nose about once every two weeks, and at times I felt as if I moved like a newborn deer on ice. I felt so awkward that I started shying away from girls.
Summer going into 8th grade was pretty much average. This meant my football season was underway. The best thing about playing pop warner football was the fact that each year we got cheerleaders, and since our district was pretty huge, we would always have different girls because there were two teams in our age group. We never really learned who our cheerleaders were until our end of summer BBQ. That is where I met my first "love", her name was Yumi. She was different like me. I never have looked like one ethnicity. I have been told that I look Asian, White, Mexican, Filipino, and Polynesian. She was Asian, but had a valley girl voice and a French last name. I later found out she was Japanese, and French... pretty much rocked at guessing. She had light brown eyes, had a mole on her cheek, and was tall (at the time, due to me still being in the girls are taller stage), she had boobs (only about 50% of girls had boobs at the time), she had long dark hair that went to the middle of her back, and she smelled like strawberries... I would say her face is similar to Lucy Liu. At the time I was going through I think only Asian girls are hot.
To tell you the truth, I really didnât talk to her because I thought she was way too pretty for me, but for some reason I caught her eye. I had seen her at school, but had never talked to her. After the BBQ I went home and got in the shower, only to have my mom walk in there holding the phone as I sang some amazing Elvis Presley (that was my shower ritual, until that night). My friend Delissa was on the phone. After yelling at my mom for "ruining my life" I called her back.
Delissa told me that Yumi thought I was cute, I could hear her laughing in the background. I was pretty flattered, but I played it cool. So then she asked me if I thought she was pretty, and I said yes. So the next day we had a double date with some friends at the mall and it took off from there. We talked every day. I would ride my bike to her house. It was fun and new. I had never had a girlfriend like that before... heck, I had only kissed girls during spin the bottle before that. She was the first girl to ever buy me a present... it was Hugo Boss cologne; I thought I was so cool because I had expensive cologne.
The problem was that her parents did not really like the fact that I was not Asian. They didnât like that we spent so much time together, so it became a bit of a Romeo and Juliet story. I would sneak out to see her at her friendâs house. She would lie to them about where she was going to meet up with me. It was awesome... and scary. I seriously thought her dad would kick my butt. We ended up dating our entire 8th grade year.
Her parents found out about the sneaking around... and they didnât like the fact that we had been dating so long because they thought she should meet as many boys as possible while she was young. So they sent her off to backpacking trip some kids from school went on. I couldnât afford it and ended up being alone that summer. I had no contact with her. When she got back she told me that she had developed a crush on Brian Davis, he was a dude with cool hair who girls thought was cute... naturally I didnât like him. So I spent the remaining month trying to get her back and somehow I did. We got back together. I thought I was soooooo in love with this girl. Once high school started everything changed. Brian Davis was not the guy I should be weary of. In this new jungle there were guys with cars, facial hair, and muscles. I was a 14 year old kid with shaggy hair, a super thin blonde mustache, on the freshman football team, and no money.
About two months into our first year of high school she dumped me again, because some senior named Eric developed a crush on her. He was Asian, older, had a car, was in a dance crew, and seemed to be pretty popular. Once again, I was devastated. I donât know where that Eric guy is now, but I do know that they stopped dating about a month later... and she dated another older guy, and another. I eventually moved on, after I got past my awkward stage, cut my hair, shaved, and kept playing football. She quit cheer, joined flag, and became an art girl. I never talked to her again, until we graduated... and all I said was "wow, long time no talk." I was so mad at her for dumping me that I said I would not date anymore Asian girls because they would remind me of her. She was the first and last Asian girl I ever dated.
I still struggle to this day with the question of what I felt. Was I really in love? Or did I just like her a lot? I never expressed my deep fears with Yumi, or talked about my family problems in depth, or passed gas in front of her, or felt as if she were my best friend. I think we were two kids trying to act older than we were. She was the first girl I said, "I love you" to... and I think at the time I meant it because my definition of love was completely different than it is now. I thought that if you like someone a lot, you love them. I started realizing that if that was the case, I loved a lot of girls.
So I would say she was more of a "puppy love". I always knew I would marry my first love... and that is Kinsey. She is the first girl to know everything about me. My imperfections, my fears, my flaws (which I have many of), and my strengths... and she loves me for that. We have gone through very, very tough times and we have come out of the cloud, which is how I know she is my first true love.
Moral of the story: being a freshman boy in high school sucks... I would have wrecked shop if I were a girl.
Well since it wasn't clearly defined what "first love" means-I am gonna go with someone I was in love with but didn't know me. The one and only Jonathan Taylor Thomas. JT^2 as I called him. He was on the cover of every Teen Bop I can remember. I had dreams about him and compared my male classmates to him. No one has ever really come close to JTT since then....no I really fell in love for the first time in high school-I guess. My definition of love now is so much different than it was then so I question whether immature love is the same as the love you have when you know yourself and who you are. I first fell in love with a guy friend in 8 grade. He was hot and athletic and so cheesy but all the girls loved him. I used to have my mom drive me by his house and try and figure out where he was going to be hanging out on the weekends. Wait-that sounds like a crazy girl. Is it really stalking if your mom is taking you? He got wind of the fact that I was into him and it was an incredible romance of about 4 weeks. He bought me the new Beastie Boys CD and we would meet up to jump on my trampoline in the backyard. It was very romantic. I remember I used to get so nervous all the time around him and could never really be myself. I also had a unibrow so I'm thinking that's why things went awry. One day when I was getting ready to go to a school festival I got the call. He was there with friends, calling from a payphone. The conversation went something like this: "Hey Jenna. Hey Griffin. I'm about to leave to come meet you. Hey Jenna, I've actually been meaning to tell you that Im just gonna hang out with my friends. Oh okay...well that's fine, I will see you there. Umm Jenna I meant more like I wanna hang out with my friends ALL the time. Like don't wanna be with you anymore. He had another girlfriend a week later. I was so heartbroken-We never even kissed! It's funny because I had my heart broken so much in the early dating stages and now I'm the one that tends to get bored and restless.
If we talk about real reciprocal love I was the heartbreaker surprisingly. I was a little late to the game. I didn't find him until I was 17! We were friends for about 3 years prior to dating and I think I made him date me. I used my powers of persuasion to convince him that we would be great together..how pathetic. Well we actually ended up dating for about 2 years and then halfway through my freshman year of college, I decided it was time for me to be single. It was really a terrible breakup because he didn't want it at all and I was bad about stringing him along. I always have the desire to remain friends with the people I date, even if it ends poorly. I hold on to a part of them because I feel like it will all be worthless if I don't. How can you spend years of your life with someone and then act like they don't exist? Well I've learned in the years since that friendships ARE possible with exes but there is definitely a window of time that you need to be apart. By keeping in contact, it puts the broken-hearted at a disadvantage. They are unable to get over you and vice versa. There needs to be that "outta sight, outta mind" period so you can go back to being you. I can honestly say that I've managed to remain friends with most of my exes except for this first love. I never see him or speak to him anymore and I feel disappointment with myself because of it. I have never understood how people can date for years and years and then just go down in flames. I suppose if someone cheated on me I would definitely never talk to them again. Honestly, I fall in in love with friends and then if things don't work out, I am desperate to go back to friends again. Unfortunately it all changes when that line is crossed.
