I realized something on vacation-- my daughter A.J. is turning out just like me. At the home we were staying at in Falmouth on Cape Cod, there was a huge barbecue Saturday with 70+ people (most of whom I didn't know). I was roaming around mingling until I felt the need to do the hourly "locate my kids" thing. I came out to the deck to find my 5-year old entertaining four strange adults. Singing... dancing... telling jokes-- basically Shirley Temple with a sugar rush. The one lady-- a retired school teacher was ready to take her back to South Carolina with her. She was a great lady, but I was a little worried we might have to practice the "Stranger! Stranger!" routine when we got home. Apparently not. She had already told them how she was great at it-- biting and all. And she showed off one more time on me. I was half proud, half pain as I played the stranger, grabbed her arm, covered her mouth-- and she took a nice chunk out. So, young Alison Jule was putting on a show like the little ham she is. Kind of like her dad.
This Olympics is one of the most exciting ever and I haven't seen a second of it. Well, I saw the U.S. runner pull up in pain and start crying, and some non-medal swimming, but that's it. Everyone keeps telling me how great it is-- the Phelps medal show and the Jamaican runner from Krypton-- and I haven't even seen highlights. I guess it's because we were doing so much I didn't tune it in. That and if you ask someone in Massachusetts to turn the TV off a Red Sox game you get a cup of clam chowder tossed in your face.
Back to work today was an adventure. I went right down to air time for my story at 6-- somehting that hasn't happened in a long time. I was looking for some generic drunk driving video-- soemthing that should be easy to do. I finally found some at 5:55 and next thing I know I'm running down to the studio. As soon as I caught my breath David was tossing it to me. The excitement was dulled by waiting around until midnight for the 11, which I promptly bumbled my way through. Nice. At least the boss is off all this week and didn't see it.
When I got my first tattoo last winter, I was a little afraid I would want another... then another... then another... then I'm Tommy Lee. Lately, my wife and the other two we got inked up with are clammering for #2. And I'm kind of coming around. So, what do you think? The other shoulder? What should I get? No suggestion is too dumb. But don't be silly and say get a "Good luck in Houston, Adela" tattoo. I already got that one on my backside.
I'll get into that bombshell in a later post.