I’m testing out a post on my new palm Pre. I’ve found that I’m often not near a computer when a thought I wish to perserve strikes me. If this works well I might just have to start blogging more!
Tonight, Scrubs ended. While it may return in some altered form next season, the show I’ve loved since I first saw the promo in the fall of my freshman year of college is over.
It’s ending coincides with the ending– for now– of my education. Over the past eight years I’ve been in and out of school working on various degrees, but I finally am at a point of stability career and education wise. Much like J.D., I also have a young son and have grown significantly in maturity over the last eight years.
The episode tonight, for these reasons, was bittersweet. Not only does it mark an end of an era of great comedic and dramatic storytelling, it marks the end of one chapter of my life and the beginning of the next chapter. As J.D. fantasized about what his future would hold, I am reminded that my future is a blank canvas I hold the brush to.
Thanks to Bill Lawrence and the cast and crew of scrubs for their wonderfully human story I’ve been privileged to watch and connect with.
Predictably, my post frequency decreases significantly in the midst of school. I haven’t lost interest in blogging per say, but I definitely lost the right mind for it.
On top of school, we’re moving exactly one month from today, so I have all that entails with that going down concurrently. Our current landlord is an elderly Hispanic woman with a hearing problem– negotiating all the minutiae of the move-out has proven to be quite headache-inducing.
Until next time,
Matt
Somehow, renewing my ACLS will count for one of my community health clinicals. This is awesome for me as I’m all about acute, critical care, but I still can’t help but to think I’m cheating my way out of it. I’ll get over it.
In a followup to the earlier report on my son’s new phrase, I am now proud to present Ice, Ice Baby: The Video. Please don’t report me to CPS.
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T79nVxgu-uI
Quite independently, without any prodding from me, it seems both my wife and my brother have started their own blogs today. I wish them the best of luck — it is an excellent medium to share thoughts with family, friends, and the world. My wife’s blog is BabyDayze and my brother’s is blog.nickmcc.com.
Coincidentally or not, they’re both running an installation of wordpress off my server.
I think the goal is to escape the giant crawfish chasing you
One of my main goals this calendar year (notice how I avoided the term “resolution”; sneaky eh?) is to run my first 5K. I’ve ran here and there, but it’s always been on my own terms and often alone — this whole race thing is new to me. I have no intention to win it, but just to complete it in one piece is my goal.
So anywho, the Muddy Trails 5K is a nice little race in the Creekside Park section of The Woodlands. It goes down April 5th. I haven’t scoped it out yet, but I believe it takes place on some of the nature paths. How this translates to accommodate a couple hundred or thousand people remains to be seen, but at least it should be fairly cool (by Houston standards) in early April, and if it really takes place on the nature trail, there should be plenty of shade.
If anyone else is interested in running it let me know. Registration hasn’t opened yet, but it’s $20 if you register by March 20th.
My son, 18 months, recently has been on a kick for ice. He loves it. He’ll walk around the house asking for it: “Ice? Iiiiice?”. My wife and I, being the horribly awesome parents we are, decided to put this to good effect by teaching him to amend “baby” to the end. So now our son says “Ice ice baby”.
But no, we didn’t stop there. He now will sing the bass line: “dun dun dun der der dun dun”. It’s amazing. I’ve never been more proud.
I’ve been looking forward to this year for quite some time. This, for me, will be that proverbial year where everything just seems to click. While it won’t be without its challenges, several major life goals will finally be reached for me. Graduation, getting back into shape (halfway there), taking my family to Disney World (shut up! It’s a perfectly valid life goal!), and more. I’m looking forward to every second of it.
Happy New Year, everybody!
It’s a little-known secret we’re trying to move in March. We currently live in a townhome that’s about two sizes two big for our needs. Case in point: ever since my desktop died and I learned how to use the @()#&! trackpad on the laptop, I’ve set foot inside my study maybe thrice since August.
Anywho, though my family doesn’t need such a large space, unfortunately the amount of crap accumulated over the last 5 or so years does.
Enter Craiglist.
Turns out that not only are people wanting to buy our junk, they are actually outbidding each other to buy it! My wife has been furiously listing our sordid unmatched college furniture collection and unused baby paraphernalia all day– we’ve already made $400 and could make as much as $600 by this evening assuming all the buyers show up.
Somebody even wants to pay $50 for our 6 year old couch with a giant hole in it and the bottom fabric torn to shreds (dog, long story).
This is absolute craziness to me that not only are people willing to travel many miles to come to my house and pick up my trash, they are willing to pay me for the opportunity!
I guess what they say about one person’s trash being another person’s treasure is true.