Media-crity

Mr. Mojo had a little reunion with his sister Anke recently. It looks like she wasn’t that impressed at first but warmed up in the end.

And here’s some of his handsome self all alone.

Two premieres on ABC tonight! Private Practice, the Grey’s Anatomy spin-off, and Dirty, Sexy Money.

First up, PP. Three words. Bring. Back. Francie. In the original pilot of PP last season during Grey’s, Merrin “Francie from Alias” Dungey played the character of Naomi, Addison’s bff from med school. She was funny, charismatic, dynamic, and interesting to watch. She was a large part of why I was looking forward to seeing where this show went.

Imagine my surprise when Audra McDonald walked into the scene and answered to the name of Naomi! I tried to like her, I did. In looks, she’s a decent Francie-clone. The rest of it … no. She’s too abrupt, harsh, abrasive, angry.

You hear me, ABC? BRING BACK FRANCIE.

Now, DSM. This is a show I can get into. First, Peter Krause. Second, rich buffoons. Third, the ringtone gag is KILLING ME. Seriously. I have a chest cold. I might just cough up a lung from laughing so hard. We’ve had “Hallelujah” for Reverend Brian Darling, “Rich Girl” for vapid actress Juliet Darling (who reminds me of a less comedic version of Lindsey Bluth Funke), and “Wild Thing” for overindulged party boy Jeremy Darling. I love it.

Amd once more for good measure: BRING BACK FRANCIE!

Last post I recommended some blogs, now I’d like for you to do the same!

Most of the ones I do read are already in the sidebar, with the exception of Claudia’s Room, so hit me with your favorites.

I’ve added some awesome new blogs in the sidebar there that I want to call attention to.

–It’s a Baby, Not Brain Surgery
Funny stories from a Labor & Delivery nurse.

–One Girl, One Journey
Funny stories from the general manager of a hotel

Also, I added a section for Project 365 photoblogs I follow.

Can I say the word “blog” more? Blog blog blog.

Got my new phone working! It arrived last week but was defective. It’d exit out of menus on its own, shut off at random, the backlight would stay on or turn on for no reason. The new one, however, is everything I dreamed it’d be.

Among it’s cooler features is the VCast Song ID feature. I can start up the app, hold the phone to the music source, and know what I’m listening to! It’ll even email the info to me so I can look up the whole song when I get home. No more frantically deciphering/memorizing lyrics to later Google or, failing that, email Eric asking what song it is.

I’ll be emailing the new number out shortly, don’t worry!

Bringin this picture back like Davy Jones’ locker, for it be Talk Like A Pirate Day.

Look at how proud he looks! These are the ribbons he won at his first dog show a couple of weeks ago. The big one is for winning Second Place in the Best Overall Puppy category. Awwwwww.

It’s been a trying year, to say the least. And they do say that the first year is the toughest. However, I don’t think I could have made it without this guy at my side every step of the way.

Trucks.
Originally uploaded by Ms. O’Brien.

Trucks are big and scary.

This is some quality TV on the Independent Film Channel: R. Kelly’s “Trapped in a Closet”

Yippeee! We are online via wireless! I’ve been connected directly to the modem for the past few days while we figured out what the hell was going on. Tonight, Nate missed ready internet access enough to really sit and think about it and here we are!

This feels SO much better.

Even better, Nate found out that his desktop has a wireless card after all so we’re able to run the network despite the upstairs cable outlets being dead.

Kitchen is coming together rather well. We’re adjusting to less counter space and no more pantry but it’s coming together. We’re having to be a little creative, like figuring out how to turn the radiator into usable space (answer: put a shelf on it to keep the toaster oven on!) and where to put all my fiestaware (display it on top of the cabinets!).

Next step: buying some trash bags.

I am in love with our washer and dryer. Nothing is more glamorous than walking your laundry 10 feet from the bedroom. No quarters, no fighting for machines, no steps to walk down.

Ahhh … heaven. A little oasis of control in the center of the box jungle.

A private school in West Chester, PA has asked a parent to disenroll her son after he was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes because they don’t feel they can guarantee his safety.

It makes me so sad that something like this can happen now in 2007 when type 1 diabetes is easier to manage and control than ever.

I was a student at a small progressive private school when I was diagnosed in 1993. My teachers went out of their way to make me feel comfortable, safe, and as normal as possible despite such an uncertain diagnosis. They visited me in the hospital, brought me books, made sure I ate my lunch, allowed me unrestricted use of the private teachers bathroom to test my blood, and hugged me when I accidentally dropped my first meter in the toilet and cried because I’d ruined it.

I wish this child could have these essential early impressions of his new life to look back on, rather than a glaring reminder that he’s just that much different from the other kids.

Shame on you, Chesterbrook Academy. Your motto seems to be “Our children grow, flourish, excel.” Unless they present a bit of a challenge, I suppose.

In happier news…
Originally uploaded by Ms. O’Brien.

How did i get so lucky to have two such amazing guys in my life?

Welcome to the neighborhood
Originally uploaded by Ms. O’Brien.

Don’t worry i’m fine