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Enjoying a Little Country

8 Dec

Fours hours.

I waited four hours.

And we went through …

Three juice boxes.

A bag of pretzels.

Nine Cutie Tangerines.

A bag of Pirate Booty Popcorn.

A muffin.

32 ounces of Gatorade.

Two trips to the bathroom

Two diaper changes.

Two paper airplanes.

One Hot Wheels.

One hour of Angry Birds play.

Seven piggy back rides.

And endless dance moves to the tunes of the pre-concert DJ. You know me, I didn’t need a dance floor to bust a move, the parking lot was just fine. My son and daughter joined me.

But why… why would I wait four hours outside a ginormous mall parking lot on a Saturday morning-afternoon with two kids in overcast weather? I hate malls. I hate shopping. So why? Why would I do this? Who was worth the trouble?

My man … my main man … Country Music Star Blake Shelton.


I hadn't been this close to any singer since my Enrique iglesias concerts in college. Dude.

I hadn’t been this close to any singer since my Enrique Iglesias concerts in college. Dude. Duuuuuude.


My son met a little cowboy playing the same Angry Birds game. They decided to share strategies while we waited for Blake to come out.

My son decided to wear his firefighter gear to the concert. He told me just in case there was an emergency. He met a little cowboy playing the same Angry Birds game. They decided to share strategies while we waited for Blake to come out.


Blake Shelton singing acoustic style.

Blake Shelton singing acoustic style.


Smiling as he finished his last song. I'd like to think he was smiling at me ... but you know ... the random chick next to me thought it was for her.

Smiling as he finished his last song. I’d like to think he was smiling at me … but you know … the random chick next to me thought it was for her.


It was a good morning for a little country music.


This is Blake Shelton’s Fault

4 Mar

I was one of “the last Mohicans” …  until Blake Shelton. Do you know this tall drink of water?

 All About Tonight (Blake Shelton extended play)

I first heard him on the country air waves in 2004 when he sang “Some Beach” … then fell in love with him when he sang “Home” a couple of years later. Now I’m just a full-blown fan. He makes my knees wobbly. So I blame this conversion on him.

I didn’t necessarily despise reality television, but let’s just say I didn’t like it.I reeeeally didn’t like it. 

As a writer, I enjoy watching quality television. Real television: drama or comedies. Shows where there are writers, plots, and character arcs. Sons of Anarchy, Mad Men, Breaking Bad, Justified, White Collar, Person of Interest, Seinfeld … you know shows of that nature.

I wasn’t fond of watching the lives of chicks with too much makeup and absolutely no talent. I was not even aware of why people were interested the lives of “Housewives…” regardless of where they lived. I am probably the only person on earth that doesn’t like the fake drama of Bravo TV, or of Survivor. I’m not a fan of all those singing or dancing competitions either, I mean honestly how many American Idols or X Factors can you watch? I couldn’t. I needed more shows like Lost. I wasn’t a TV snob or anything, I watch sports. I just wasn’t a fan of that type of television… it didn’t call to me.

And then last year I saw my tall drink of water on something called The Voice, and I thought: dude, how could you? How could you betray me like this?

It was yet another singing competition, but this one had a twist … no horrible, fake singers at the beginning to boost ratings. There were quality singers in something called blind auditions. The coaches have their backs turned and can’t see the singers, only hear them, basing their decision to select them solely on their voice … thus the title. It’s different. But still, I thought … dude … c’mon. What are you doing?

Then I watched a couple of episodes last year and saw my tall drink of water interact with the other coaches, and it was funny. The talent was actually good. The coaches helped out the contestants and provided constructive advice instead of just clapping and using empty words. The host wasn’t annoying, either. Then I saw Blake perform … and I was hooked.

Honey Bee (Blake Shelton song)

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So after the Super Bowl this year, I watched it. I had become a reality tv fan, granted it was just the one show and I was undercover, but soon I would be outed. 

One night I thought everyone had fallen asleep early and my dude came downstairs and caught me watching it.

 What are you doing? Are you watching Cinemax?

What? No.

Why’d you change it so fast?

I was caught. I didn’t know what to say. I hit the “previous channel” button on the remote. He noticed the singers and raised an eyebrow. Then he saw Blake Shelton and smiled.

I’m watching something called The Voice.

He shook his head.

You’re watching Blake.

I laughed. This was definitely Blake Shelton’s fault.

Now you can find me on Monday nights hurrying to put the kids to sleep. Rushing downstairs taking hold of the remote control, ready to see what Blake and the other coaches have in store for me. This Monday battlerounds begin. I’ll be on the couch, rocky road on hand, and relaxing with my secret undercover reality TV pleasure.

 Do you have any undercover reality TV pleasures?