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There are a few naughty words in this here article, but has some tidbits that might be entertaining for you all:
http://dailyfiasco.com/2008/04/03/kind-of-blue-at-the-house-of-blues/
Aaaand... after that, it's basically all kid photos:
Father/son bonding moment--check! Now all I have to do is send him to college. I call it, "Car ride with booties." Art world, look out.
After a night of heavy drinking...
My mommy DOES think I'm special. But right now she thinks this little man is special-er. Who could blame her.
After my shows all I can think about is getting back to see the babe. He grows inches every time I go to work. I think he's growing right now, just to confuse me. Yuko is doing awesome, rocking the motherhood thing. The two of them are in love with each other. Even when I come home she doesn't want to give him up. It's pretty darn domestic in here.
Which is good because taxes are SCARY.
Kisses,
Josh
I just can't stand it. My kid is so cute. I did a show up north just a bit ago and I even missed attempting to change his diapers. I'm including another photograph for your perusal. Be kind, I know my head is almost the same size as my son.
Normally that pillow around my waist is for breastfeeding but they strapped it on me so I could hold little Simon. Now I want to wear the thing all the time.
In other things CP: A word to the wise, March 25th was the second annual Cerebral Palsy Awareness Day according to the Centers for Disease Control. Go read some online literature about CP and get yourselves edumacated.
http://www.cdc.gov/ncbddd/dd/ddcp.htm
And for another non sequitor, this guy says I'm a stand up individual:
http://www.vaildaily.com/article/20080320/AE/610037016
I told Yuko she had porcelain features and she laughed at me.
I'm going to go burp the babe,
love and Huggies,
Pops
Well, my friends, the moment has arrived. That's right, the baby Blue is here! My son, Simon Blue, was born at 7:57 a.m. on Monday, March 10th. All 7 pounds and 7.5 ounces of him! Totally impartially, I have to say he sure is a looker. He's got thick hair on his little softball head, trying to be like his old man so soon. Plus, two eyes, all ten toes--he's every parent's dream.
It's a big change from looking at him on ultrasound to actually holding the little bugger. I'll admit it, I was thinking "Don't drop him, don't drop him, don't drop him" when the nurse finally placed him in my arms. But he just fit there so well and had this serene Buddha-like expression that I just stopped worrying. And then he started to cry and I panicked, but up until that it was really good.
Yuko is doing awesome. She keeps saying she's tired and needs to rest but I know it's good for her to get up and walk around and cook my meals, so I don't let her cop out. She's had a good two days to rest and I know she thinks she needs more, but the dishes aren't going to wash themselves! So she's back to doing the housekeeping and cleaning and cooking. It's good for her to work during the day, it helps her sleep better at night, which is good since she has to get up at 4:00am to get started. Me, I just spend my days holding the babe and making sure Yuko knows when he's hungry.
All right ya'll, I'm off to cuddle my child. Maybe tell him a few jokes or something.
Papa Josh
P.S. No one needs to tell me not to shake the baby, my mom keeps telling me. I think she's just being mean, though.
Some of you may know how I spent my Valentine's Day this 2008, but for those of you who don't, I think the experience is best relayed through rhyme. Get out your tea and crumpets.
Ahem...
'Twas the day of St. Valentine, and all through the Rockies,
The bachelors were trembling, right down to their sockies.
Shivering at Red Rocks, amongst spattering snow,
Waited dozens of couples, to give marriage a go.
Uncle Nasty was pastor; yours truly, Best Gent,
And pot-bellied Cupid came and blessed the event.
The brides in their parkas and grooms in their gloves
All rubbed their noses and promised their loves.
Vows were spoken, frozen snot rearranged,
And with frostbitten fingers, icy rings were exchanged.
And up on the hilltop, without further ado,
Shouted a chorus voices, "Why not, I do!" Or, if you're not into the whole poetry thing, check out this link. You'll see me, resplendent in a dashing blue suit, for about 30 seconds. And that Cupid fellow for longer than you might thing to be prudent.
http://cbs4denver.com/entertainment/red.rocks.weddings.2.654508.html
That's all ya'll. I'm spent. All my words have went.
No more rhymes now, I mean it...
love,
Josh (b'Gosh)
I was looking for YouTube videos of my friend good Chris Porter, comedian extraordinaire, to send to my brother and I discovered that there are a lot of Chris Porters out there. The more the merrier, right? So I thought I'd put them together in a little montage, if you will, because I found them so diverse and uplifting.
I'm particularly fond of this one:
Matt Pelech vs. Chris Porter 1/5/08
I love a good beat down as much as the next Palsy-ite, but what was with the two-stepping refs? They skated around like courting zebras for the first two minutes doing what?? Watching to see if the guys were going to decide to stop and shake hands on their own? What do they wait for, someone to lose a molar before they step in?
My favorite part was the lady in the background who kept "Woooo Hooo!"-ing and yelled "That's what I'm talking about!" You could practically hear her mock-fighting in the air next to the camera. A little pent up aggression, ma'am? Too many PB and J's to make in the mornings for the kiddies? Man, I'd hate to have been her kid. I'd have had a lot more concussions if she'd been my mom. Could you picture it?
"Oh, don't worry about Joshie, he's just down the street getting beat up by the neighbor kid. I expect him for dinner, though. Maybe we should have something soft in case he lost teeth..."
As Contestant Number Two, in this next short film experience, I think Chris kicks some serious boot-ay. (Did we go to the same dance school? I think we did...) Chris Porter shakes it AND bakes it in this little number:
Chris Porter Dance
Seriously, Chris has a real future in this. (You'll note I'm not making a Napolean Dynamite comment. It'd be too easy, people.)
But here's the real deal, in all his audible glory:
Chris Porter singing "Remedy"
Beltin' it out for all to hear. That's right, Chris, raise your voice and be heard! Everyone's a winner, let's hug.
This is one of Chris that I love since both of us do a riding-the-bus-gig. And, since he references gas being pricey at two bucks a gallon. The times, they are a changin'.
Chris Porter Last Comic Standing
All right ya'll, that's all of my Porter news. Tune in text time for my new product line of Porter lunch boxes and Porter action figures.
love,
Josh
Someone sent me a link to an interview I did the other day and I was all, Cool, now I can know what I said that I think. I like that they thought I might not remember having the interview. But I wanted share it with youuu, my online family.
http://teevieo.com/interview-with-josh-blue-from-last-comic-standing/
Other than that stunning commentary, it's been a fabulous run of New Year's celebrations and preparations for the baby Blue. My beautiful gf keeps getting kicked by the tyke, so she keeps kicking me. She wants to keep the cycle of life going. She loves recycling. My mom's thrilled to the gills, of course, and calls all the time to ask about how everything is going. We're talking twice a day, people. You know when the time comes she's going to have me on speaker phone asking how dialated she is and when we can see the head. Ah, moms, gotta love 'em!
All right ya'll, I'm gonna go have a man-to-man with the fetus.
Take it easy,
Josh
Someone suggested I run across the country and I just want to say, with all due respect, "Why?" I fly across the country regularly and that works just fine for me. People, there are so many extraneous movements when I run that it would take me years. That, and my GF would call me every two minutes to ask if I was buying her presents. I can see it now: "What did you get me so far?"
"Honey, all I can see are trees right now. There aren't any stores here."
"So what? Cut down a branch and make me a garland!"
Not that she doesn't deserve one. Anyone who's made a baby can tell you, the real fun starts when the kid gets to kicking. Which is where our guy is right now—kicking the heck out of Momma. I like to think he's just practicing for his career on the soccer field like his old man.
Thanks to everyone who wrote in birthday wishes for me. I had a great time, opened some presents and avoided the birthday spankings. (For those of you who didn't know, my birthday was last month, you can note it in your calendars for next year.) I'd like to think I'm a little wiser, but I'd like to think I can drive a car, too, and we can all see how likely that is.
And now we're knee-deep in holidays, through Thanksgiving, through Hanukkah (I love you, Adam Sandler!), almost to Christmas, making tentative plans for New Year's Eve—I just can't commit! Which party should we attend?? I don't want to end up passing out on my couch like last year. But you know, it's hard to plan for the holidays when you're bouncing around the country from town to town. Where do I hang my stocking? Should I hang stockings in all the cities I visit before the big day? All I know is that I've made my holiday donations, bought too many presents, and drunk the milk and eaten the cookies for Santa. (My GF thinks I don't know where the extra cookies are hidden, but I'm wise to her. This schnoz isn't just for looking pretty!) I'm so prepared for Christmas, I don't know what to do with myself. Maybe I'll just take a nap.
Peace and love and holiday cheer everyone,
JOsh
Hey everyone, how's your lives? Another day in paradise? Good, good. I'm writing you today to address some rumors that have been flying around about me. Folks, I might like to laugh and make jokes while I'm on stage but I have a serious side, and I feel it's time to set the record straight. It's gotten back to me though various channels (I have my sources) that there's a rumor circulating that my girlfriend is pregnant. What?? If this were the case, people, I would obviously be the first to know. And I am here to tell you that she is in no way--
Wait, hang on a minute...
Hang on just a sec more, she's telling me something...
People I am here to confirm to you that my girlfriend IS, in fact, pregnant! Roll out the red carpets and shine the handicap entrance buttons, I made a baby! Okay, okay, WE made a baby. But this is my blog so I get to say "I."
Someone asked me recently what my proudest accomplishment was and I have to say, this is it. (In the same question they also asked where it came from, but I decided not to answer because I'm going to be a father and I'm respectable, darn it.)
The ultrasound pictures are pretty amazing. People, there's a little person in there! It's a bit difficult to tell since he's not that big yet, but I think he looks like me. My lady says No, the baby definitely looks like her. I can tell already that when the kid does something right then he's her child but whenever baby food hits the wall then he's all mine.
She'll probably be right, right? Those Blue genes are kinda funky...
Anyway people, go out and have a cigar or a glass of bubbly and toast the new Blue. Even if you're at work. Your boss likes it. Tell them that you're supporting families with disabilities and see what happens.
smooches,
Josh
aka "Pops"
I got a forward of a dancing bird and I think I recognized some of my own dance moves. Especially the end where his hair gets all fluffy and big. Kind of embarrassing, so I wanted to share it with you.
For as long as the link works, here 'tis.
http://birdloversonly.blogspot.com/2007/09/may-i-have-this-dance.html
No jokes now, this is a family establishment.
Love,
Joshietoo
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