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!
I guess Hurricane SANDY wanted to show the Northeast what it's like to live in the south! It looked crazy since we are almost into November and the strom looked that bad and wound up! I wonder how much worse it would have been if say this was July or August? They would have had at least a Cat 2 if not 3 on their hands. The ocean water is much cooler now then it would have been in mid summer. Let's just pray that no loss of life happens because of this storm.
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.