I used to wonder about the insanely high pitched sounds girls make when their (predominantly male) celebrities of choice appear. I really did. But I've figured that one out now. I really have ( Read more... )

My daughter is old enough now to have begun imitation in earnest. For the most part, I really enjoy this new habit, since it’s an incredibly effective way to learn useful things like new vocabulary and how to flick bad drivers off. It’s also endearing much of the time, since she’s half mastered words like zygoma, patella, Achilles, axilla, and ( Read more... )

Ten thoughts on last night ( Read more... )

My wife and I have been up late every night over the past couple of weeks or so for work-related reasons.  Sleep has been in short supply, unfortunately.  So we really haven't been able to stop and take stock of all the good in life.  Apparently, there's a lot to be had.  One just needs a moment to realize it ( Read more... )

Hey, LJ - oh, how I've missed ye. Well, no, not really; but let no one say that I didn't try to be polite, eh? It's just that life got in the way, what with the family and work and all. Nothing out and out fabulous, really, only a few minor miracles every day ( Read more... )

I had dinner with Famke Janssen last night at the Grand Sichuan in Manhattan. You know, Jean Grey in the X-men. That one Bond girl in Goldeneye. The frequent guest star on Nip/Tuck. You know. That one. The Bond Girl.

Well, not so much had dinner with as had dinner near, since she stopped in to dine with a fellow while trying to maintain as ( Read more... )

When I was little (about four), my parents made me sit in a small, olive green booster seat in the kitchen corner next to the refrigerator when I was bad. I didn't usually mind, except on those occasions when only my mother was home, and she had me sit in the corner to WAIT FOR MY FATHER TO COME HOME. JUST WAIT, she'd tell me, UNTIL YOUR PAPA ( Read more... )

My ideal date began with a full day of work.  That's right, work.  I'm not one for having the usual prep time ogling in front of the mirror at home.  Sail into the date wearing scrubs, I say.  Scrubs and a grubby sweatshirt to ward off the cold.  That's the way of it.  That's the ideal ( Read more... )

Just found out another of my co-residents is expecting a child. That's three coming THIS YEAR. We have a small residency, with only 10 residents. Including the three pregnancies, we'll have nine children (six of us are parents), total. You'd think we were a pediatrics or Ob/Gyn residency. But we're a bunch of boy and girl surgeons. None of ( Read more... )

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