We talked to Psy, the Korean pop-star who became an instant internet sensation after his “Gangnam Style” video went viral! Hear how he feels about being a popular Halloween costume this year and his rise to international fame!
Ok, it is not really considered meeting somebody if you are about 400 yards away, and if they appear to be small enough to attend the reading center for ants that Zoolander was so mad about. So I will just say that I finally got to see Carrie perform live. This is my unbiased opinion. Even though she is my free pass, I will give it to you straight: She is, by far, the best singer I have ever heard in person. She was so good! How good was she?!?!?! She was so good, that she made Kinsey cry. I am pretty sure that the adult beverages she had may have helped. But seriously, Carrie was better than Lambert, Christina, Beyonce, and yes… even better than Britney Spears. I know, admitting she’s better than Britney is gutsy, but I am standing by that statement. I have no idea how she can perform like that every night, but her voice was as clear as a window… not a window at my house, though. Those have handprints and slobber from Cason, and are not very clear.
I am pretty proud to say that we had the best concert experience possible. We showed up right before she went on, which meant no traffic, and we left before the show was over, which meant no traffic. It was executed perfectly! And we managed to only spend 45 bucks on the babysitter, which is actually pretty good!
Speaking of the babysitter, you know your wife does not trust your conversational ability if she says this to you before she gets to the house:
Kinsey: Don’t embarrass me this time, Jose! Me: What are you talking about? Kinsey: Do not say inappropriate things to her, she’s 18. Me: I have never said anything inappropriate to her… Kinsey: Really? You told her not to buy porn on the TV last time. Me: I was just setting rules.
Ok, Kinsey has me on that. I did say that to her when we told her she could buy a movie if she wanted to. That’s not inappropriate, right? Plus, it was when I thought she was 20 years old, and not 18. I don’t know what the 2 year difference makes, but I feel it is more appropriate to say that to someone who has a “2″ in their age… unless they are 12… or 2. So I was only allowed to say “hello”, and “the diapers are right here”. I personally feel that Kinsey took away my freedom of speech. Sad day. ha!
I got along GREAT with Emma Kelly on Monday. That’s because I didn’t see her all day. Well, I DID see her in the pitch-blackness of 2am, when my alarm woke her up in the next room and she started crying out for me. But after two minutes of comforting her back to sleep, that was it. I was off to work and several hours later, EK was off to school. And because I had scheduled an event for Monday evening, my mother, mercifully, picked EK up from school for me. She took her to swim class…she sat there patiently while EK assembled some Halloween craft…and then she handled up on supper, bath time and bedtime duties for me. And in between supper and bath time, I called to check on how things were going. The first words out of EK’s mouth: “Mommy, I miss you.” And that was it! All the drama from the birthday party weekend fiasco and all the residual miffedness — miffy-ness? — that I was carrying around was erased by that one sweet little sentence said in that one sweet little voice. Dang, that kid knows how to work me.
And now it’s a brand new day. I’m sitting here watching EK go through her third gymnastics class. For the first time, one of the teachers didn’t have to pull her off of me to get her through the door. But my heart winces repeatedly while I watch her through the big glass window parents are kept behind. I’m afraid my daughter has inherited her mother’s athletic ability…But even though I see her look to older students with a pleading look of “What am I supposed to do now? Where am I supposed to go??” And even though I’ve seen her lose her balance and fall time and time again…And even though I’ve seen her fold her arms a few times in frustration when she looks around at the other girls in her group and it seems like she’s the only one who can’t do it…she hasn’t stomped off the floor in tears and quit!! I am so proud because that makes her better than me!! And what more can a mother aspire for than to have her kid DO better and BE better than she is!!
I have to keep looking up from my laptop as I type this, though, because I want to make sure EK knows I’m paying attention every time she tries to make eye contact with me. Such a cute little thing as she stands there waving at me with one hand and pulling her leotard out of her butt crack with the other…She may have inherited her athletic inability from me, but thank God she inherited her cute little bubble butt from her daddy.
Don’t get me wrong, though. It may sound like all is well and the crisis has passed, but I’m still going to get on those meds! I’ve already got a call into the doctor and the wheels are in motion for me to find man-made and legally obtained comfort.
There are a few things that have happened in my life that made me as happy as I am today:
1. Getting married
2. Having a baby
3. The first half of the Chargers game this past Monday (second half… not so much)
4. Meeting LaDainian Tomlinson for the first time
5. Finding a hot pocket in the freezer when I am starving
And most recently
6. Cason sleeping 9 hours… straight!
Yes, the world has never witnessed Cason sleep longer than 4 hours without having some sort of wake up action. Not last night. We actually got to have a full night of uninterrupted sleep, first time in almost 10 months! It may not sound like a big deal, but when I woke up this morning, my first words were: “no freaking way!” Hopefully this continues to be an ongoing trend, because I am getting a ill sick of cursing into my pillow at 2 and 3 am when he wakes up. I think my pillow is starting to take it personally.
Now, I would like to admit that I was “that guy” last night. Here’s my admission: I am competitive. That’s not a bad thing, right? I like to win. It doesn’t matter what we are playing, I like to win… even if it’s just kickball. The good news is that I have actually gotten better at just having fun. I joke around, and keep it loose, but I still like to play hard. This is not a good thing when you are allowed to peg people with a huge, red, cherry ball. Yup, in kickball, you can peg people to get them out. I LOVE that rule. I don’t know if its a boy thing, or what, but hitting people with balls is fun, as long as you do it in a gentleman like way. I may have hit someone yesterday, but I was definitely not a gentleman. This was one of those moments where you do something, and you know it’s not going to turn out the way you intended for it to turn out. We caught a guy (thank god it was not a girl, would have made this much worse) in the middle of the base path. I was running towards him at full speed after catching a line drive. This means the guy has to go back to his base.
It has the same rules as baseball. I figured I had the guy, I could run up, get an out, and do one of my favorite things in the world… peg him. Well, I pegged him… right in the face. As soon as the ball left my hand, I knew it was happening. It was all in slow motion. The ball hit him square in the face. I heard all the girls gasp. I heard the random guy laugh. And I heard the guy grunt. My momentum carried me into him, so I did what any guy would do… I hugged him and apologized. Yup. I was that guy. I am willing to admit it. I can’t fight the urge to peg people with a ball. Ask Kinsey, I chase her around the house pegging her with Cason’s balls. You chuckled at that last sentence, didn’t you?
Luckily the guy was really cool about it, and did not beat me up. Yay! Maybe I should just stick to football, where you can’t peg people with balls.
Who would have thought President Obama, Governor Romney and moderator Candy Crowley could make such beautiful music together. Check out the auto-tuned version of the Town Hall debate in today’s viral video.
After writing the 2011 Kidd’s Kids song “All You Got,” American Idol alum, Tim Halperin decided to do it again. Why did Tim want to write this song and donate ALL the money to Kidd’s Kids?
“After going to Disney World with Kidd’s Kids last year, I wanted to write a song that reflects that experience for the kids. The song is meant to be played at high volumes and danced to, because that’s what my heroes (Kidd’s Kids) do!”
Cee Lo Green stopped by our studio today and talked about being a judge on The Voice and his upcoming Christmas album. Check out the full interview along with a sneak preview of his new song with The Muppets!
Well, the Kinsey birthday weekend extravaganza has come and gone… and I must say, it was successful. Ok, it was as successful as it’s going to get when you have a kid and no family to help watch him. Luckily, Kinsey’s friend, who just got married and wants to have a baby, offered to watch Cason. She is calling this her training. This gave me a great idea for a company: Rent-a-Baby! Right?!?! It’s for couples who think they want to have a baby, but are not sure if they can handle the lil monsters. You can charge $25 an hour, and you don’t have to pay for a babysitter! I put the “J” in Genius! Kinsey ended popping my balloon of money when she said, “what if they steal your baby and move to another city?” Leave it up to the mom to think of a minute detail.
Anyways, this weekend ended up being a tale of two very different, but free dinners. On Friday, we went to our favorite restaurant in town. It’s the restaurant we visit when it’s my birthday, her birthday, or our anniversary. It is fair to say, that we visit this place 3-4 times a year. It can get up to #4 if we have a family member with a lot of money visiting us, because they pay for our meal. Score! I do end up cringing when I get the bill at this place because I am pretty sure I could have eaten for three months if you gave me that kind of cash in college… but, you have to treat yourself once in a while. I have the rest of the year to be cheap and make up for that money. Well, this time the waiter came up at the end of our meal and said, “thank you for stopping by, the meal is taken care of.” No explanation, just that nice lil sentence. The radio gig could not come into play because my reservation was under “Jose”, and I am pretty sure there is at least one more guy with that name. I know its an exotic name, but there is a chance. We just chalked it up to that place being super nice and doing something cool for their customer who was having a birthday. So we got this crazy awesome dinner… for free! Yesssss! We were home by 8 pm, and in bed by 10 pm. What happened? I was pretty sure the world was ending because the role reversal had made its completion when Kidd hit me up and said he was going out and asking if I was meeting up. This is what I used to do, I would text Kidd from the club, and he would be the one in bed. Haha.
This is my highlight of the weekend, as petty as it may sound. The next morning I was greeted by the Twitter, and I noticed that Rasberry has been having sweet conversations with herself. Yup, she kept sending herself replies. I don’t know why it was so hilarious to me. Maybe because she’s done this before, or maybe because she fired of two or three messages to herself in a row. You make the call.
We spent the rest of the day house hunting. Once again, I fell in love. But now, I am a scorned lover, who does not believe in the right house. So I will probably end up dating different houses for the rest of my life, and when it starts getting too real, I will pull away, and move on to another house with no reason… breaking the heart of many homes in the process. That’s just how life go.
I was also tricked into going to the mall with Kinsey where I bought zero things for myself. Kinsey bought zero things for herself… I will pause to let you catch your breath from the shock you just suffered… Cason was the big winner (my computer kept changing that word to “wiener” for some odd reason… funny). He came away with a whole new wardrobe, and supplies for his Halloween costume. I was spent after shopping for lil boy clothes, so Kinsey and I decided to rent some scary movies and order some Chinese to be delivered. I ordered our food at 7:30 pm. We watched an entire movie and still had no food. We could not even get through to the restaurant. When I finally got through, it was 9:30. Pretty sure, that’s not good. The lady told me that their driver was on his way and that he should be there in an hour. Really?!?! That’s not really “on his way”. Turns out that one of their drivers had an accident. So this nice man refunded our money, and still delivered our food. Granted, we didn’t get the food until 10:30 pm, a whole three hours later, but we got it… and it completed the back to back free meal nights!
In other news: I finally got Netflix… so I will start watching Breaking Bad now. Get ready, I am going all in… unless Kinsey hates it. In that case, I will be back in the Snapped bandwagon. That show scares me too much.
What an amazing weekend! Not really, actually. I was in bed by 8pm Friday and thoroughly enjoyed the following 12-hour sleep marathon. I woke up feeling like I’d been drugged, and when you’ve been drugged — or at least feel like you have been — don’t get on Twitter. Trust me on that one.
But after I shook some of the cobwebs out of my head, I put on my baseball cap and hit up not one…not two…but THREE dollar stores! I was in HEAVEN!! I probably could’ve hit up a few more — and I honestly wanted to — but then I had the thought that going to more than three dollar stores in one day would make me weird. So I went home and started cleaning the house. After weeping at the site of dusty baseboards and bookshelves and feeling overwhelmed that I’ll never get everything done before Emma Kelly’s birthday party next weekend, I broke down and hired maids to come give the house a thorough scrubbing. They’ll be here Tuesday. That means I only have a couple of days to get the house clean enough for the maids. And then after they do their thing, we’ll spend the days leading up to Emma Kelly’s party on Saturday not touching anything.
Right now, I’m enjoying a cup of coffee while taking a break from cleaning out my closet. Besides the anxiety of maids coming on Tuesday, throwing that swap party last weekend made me realize I could dig even deeper into this ongoing need I have to purge things right now. It’s been fun coming across old birthday cards gushing about how awesome I am. Who doesn’t need to be reminded of their amazingness? But how sickening it is to find long-expired gift certificates for food, facials and all things fun. That’ll teach me not to let it get this far out of control again.
And like I said before, Emma Kelly’s birthday party is happening Saturday. I can’t believe she’s going to be 6 on Friday!! One minute she’s whimpering like a baby, begging me to pick her up and love on her…The next minute, she’s got her hands placed firmly on her cocked-to-the-side hips, sassing me as hard as any 16-year-old would. I’m just wondering when the time will come that she and I will create that special mother/daughter memory of me slapping her so hard across the face that it shocks the sass right out of her. It’s happened to all of us, hasn’t it?
I’ll never forget where I was — standing in the doorway separating the kitchen from the dining room in my teenage home on Rainier Street. I don’t remember exactly what I was saying, but I clearly remember the taste of venom in my mouth as I was saying it. And when my mama hauled off and slapped me across the face? As shocked as I was to feel the sting on my cheek, I clearly remember thinking, “I deserved that.” I’m not going to say I never talked back to my mother again, but I will say I never did it hatefully enough to cause her to slap my sassy mouth again. And I can tell that my time with Emma Kelly is coming…..I just don’t know if we’re going to make it all the way to her 16th birthday before we experience it.
You’ve seen her as the hilariously weird roommate on Bridesmaids…we talked to Rebel Wilson this morning about her new movie “Pitch Perfect” and her Lady Gaga moment on The Tonight Show that went viral!
If you missed the first presidential debate between President Obama and Gov. Mitt Romney, we’ve got the next best thing! Listen to Big Al Mack and Kellie Rasberry play the roles of their candidates to debate the issues! Who do you think won?
To be rejected by a 25-year-old. That’s bad, isn’t it. That’s more of a statement than a question, which is why I didn’t end it with a question mark. But to have a 25-year-old basically wear me out by asking me to meet him for lunch or dinner — chaperoned, if necessary…and then to finally agree and have it happen…and then to have an entire week pass and hear nothing from him…I’m part insulted and part not surprised. What do I have to offer a 25-year-old other than cynicism and less-than-firm thighs. Again, not a question. So I’m guessing his curiosity about going out with the much older “Kellie Rasberry” was satisfied while I’m left feeling rejected by a freaking 25-year-old. I shall never travel down this path again. Pinky swear.
And just to pile on, I had a conversation with a woman and it turns out we just so happen to have a mutual ex in common. I can’t even really call him an “ex” because we didn’t date long enough to say we were a couple. But this woman says our mutual ex described me as “bitter and annoying.” Yeah, my feelings were hurt a little bit over that one. And yeah, I wanted to punch her in the teeth because she was intentionally trying to hurt me. And yeah, I wanted to call him up and chew him out for saying such unforgivable things about me. But I had to admit to myself that he had a point.
I tend to be a bit of an over-sharer — which has been FABULOUS for my radio career but not so much so for my love life. And I’m afraid that way too soon in this particular relationship, I over-shared my bitterness from my divorce. What guy wants to hear that? Guys just want to get through awkward dinner conversation while walking that fine line between getting you drunk enough to score but not drunk enough to throw up. So yes, my feelings were hurt. But I also learned a valuable lesson about keeping my mouth shut about my divorce during a date. Oh, I still want to call this guy up and chew his ass for telling this woman and who knows who else that I’m bitter and annoying. I’d rather have people decide that for themselves after meeting me than have their opinions pre-poisoned. But I’m not going to do that. I am going to simultaneously and secretly thank my ex for inadvertently calling this problem to my attention while wishing him a very bad week. Make that two weeks. Two really, really bad weeks.
I remember a time when my rants would be about football, or d-bags at the club, or about Jersey Shore… not today. Today I would like to rant about people who don’t like to read signs and do what they feel like doing, while putting everyone else’s kids at risk. Oh yeah! This. Is. A. J-Si. Baby. Rant! ha! We took Cason to his 9 month checkup on Wednesday last week. Everything went well. He got his flu shot, he got looked at, and he came out all healthy and full of smiles! Fast forward to Friday around 10 am. Cason got a fever… a pretty high fever.
I had to drive down to take care of a Kidd’s Kids reveal, so Kinsey got to take care of the lil guy that entire day. She took him to the doctor again, where she was given some prescriptions that should take care of the problem. But, when I came home, there was crying, snot, humidifiers, diapers… it was a war zone. The entire weekend was spent making sure lil man could breathe, and making sure his fever did not surpass 105. We had to give him medicine, wait for the fever to go down, and then feed him. Add Cason’s patented scream, and you got a great time! Taking care of the lil man aside, this was a nightmare. Are you catching that Teen Mom fans? Yes, they are cute, and awesome to watch as they grow… but Kinsey and I had about 9 hours of sleep between Friday and Sunday.
This is where the rant begins. I will keep it short because I heard typing a lot can cause arthritis. I was thinking back, because that’s what parents are supposed to do, right? You think back to every single place you took your kid, to figure out where they got sick… I was drawing a blank. All I could think of were the book club things Kinsey was taking him to at the mall. It was not until our third call to the doctor’s office, that it hit me. They said that Cason may have gotten sick from another baby at the doctors office the day of his check up. But how? We chose this office because they had a waiting room for healthy kids, and a waiting room for sick kids. Well, some people don’t follow that, because reading a sign that is right in front of your face in big, black, block letters is very tough to do. A man came into the waiting room because his baby was sent home from day care. Put his baby all up close to Cason so that the baby could say “hi”. Comparing sizes with Cason because they were close in age. We then saw that same guy as we were leaving, and he told us that his baby had a fever. That’s why he got sent home. So this nice gentleman, decided to take his kid to the doctor, did not take the baby into the “sick waiting room” and let his kid cough and breathe all up on Cason. Thank you, sir. With that said, I am sure he did not mean any harm. I am just a sleep-deprived dad, who has to blame something. At least Cason was sick during the weekend. Kinsey and I sat on the couch last night watching Breaking Amish, as Cason finally slept, we looked at each other and busted out laughing. Why? Because both of us were sitting there covered in spit and snot from Cason, looking like we got ran over by a truck. Haha! He is a tiny lil bundle, and it takes two of us to take care of him when he is sick. How do single mothers do it?
On a lighter note: Kinsey and I had our first parent fight. As a man, it is best to agree with the woman with everything. Yeah, I stay out of the way when it comes to decorating, picking clothes, and doing Cason’s hair. Kinsey loves that. It’s her thing, but there is a lil holiday coming up, and we are not agreeing on Cason’s attire for this holiday. The holiday happens to be Kinsey’s favorite thing in the world: Halloween. She loves costumes and dressing up as a naughty/sexy (insert name here). That may change now that she is a mom, because she is fully invested in the Cason costume department. She wants to dress Cason up as a freaking owl… you heard right, an owl. I told her that can’t happen. I know it’s cute, but I really think everyone at work will end up calling Cason: Big Owl Mack. No bueno. I want Cason to dress up like a football player, or like his dad yay!