Miscellaneous rambling, and bragging about my kids.

i love scrubs but i hope the final season will make up for season 5 and 6.

Always makes me reflective of being away and not being there for my family when I should have been … Every time I hear it tears well up in my eyes and that was 20 years ago when I was young and stupid.

Congratulations and best wishes to Dr. Cox, aka John C. McGinley ("Johnny C") and his wife Nicole Kessler who announced recently that they're having a baby girl, due Feb 2. McGinley has a 10yr old son, Max, from a previous marriage.

Don't forget, Scrubs Final Season Premiere NEXT WEEK, October 25, 2007!

i wish this was not the last season i think they need at least two more

China is learning this week that the rest of the world doesn't care what they say. As I blogged previously, His Holiness The Dalai Lama is coming the US to be awarded a Congressional Medal this week (tomorrow, in fact). China has a whole team of people who do nothing but run around ahead of His Holiness and say, "Listen, if you let him in your country we will be very unhappy with you." Sometimes it works, sometimes not so much. I am very pleased with my government for going through with the ceremony. China, in protest, pulled out of some meeting about Iran. I say that we, in protest, should pull out of the Olympics. See how fast they change their tune.
I'll never understood how they got to be host in the first place. "We need room for stadium! Go destroy that 100ft high 1000 year old statue of Buddha now!"

You mean "Private Dancer"?

what was the army guys name?

THANK YOU FOR THE DATE IVE BEEN DYING FOR IT THANK YOU
MUCH LOVE

MIKE

dont ever stop make ing scrubs

So my 3yr old recently has decided that her Daddy and her Father are two different people. I'm actually used to having conversations like this:

"Daddy, can we watch the movie we got?"

"After dinner, maybe."

(a few minutes later) "Daddy, my Father said we can watch the movie after dinner maybe."

"I know, sweetheart, I heard him say that."

"You did? Do you know my Father?"

"Yes I do, quite well. He's very handsome, isn't he?"

"Oh yes."

And, this:

"Who is your Daddy?"

"You are."

"And who is your Father?"

"Ashley Tisdale."

For those not in the know, Ashley Tisdale is the name of the actress who plays Sharpay on High School Musical. I have no idea where the connection came from, or what "Father" versus "Daddy" means in her head that it's ok for an 18yr old blonde girl to play the former while I handle the latter.

Anyway, that's nothing compared to this morning coming down the stairs:

"Daddy, my father scooted me with a shovel in a hole."

Now that sentence is odd enough, but knowing her sense of time and memory, she could well be talking about this past summer down the cape. (When we drive by the elementary school that her big sister goes to, for example, she tends to say "I went there when I was 5", something that won't happen for two more years.) "When did I do that?" I ask, trying to recall any sort of playing at the beach where I may have done this.

"No, my *Father*," she replies, reminded me that I am not that character. "Down the beach. Remember he put sand on my head?"

I'm guessing it was some sort of dream she had. I looked at my 5yr old for help, who shrugged and said "I have no idea what she's talking about, it makes no sense."