Happy Birthday, Dad!

My dad turns 58 today and I'd post a picture of him if I had better access to the internet. Imagine the Fonz (denim jeans, leather jacket, white tee), but a foot taller and blonde. That's the picture I want to post, but I can't get my computer to access the 'net. Maybe tomorrow. Anyway, that was many years ago and now he's just as tall and blonde, still wears denim and white tees, but lost the leather a long time ago.

We've moved hotels and while I'm happy with it, the kids are bummed. We can't watch "Heroes" here; they don't get StarMovies, they get HBO. They're old episodes, but it's been a touch of home. We watched "Oprah" yesterday, too, and I can't begin to explain how bizarre it is to watch shows piped from the US to all corners of the earth. One day we went to our cook in Tam Ky's house and her husband was watching "Desperate Housewives." Why?! No wonder the idea of what being an American means is so skewed. No one sees the reality of life, just the exaggerated version.

I applied for a teaching position; wish me luck. I've got three weeks to prove myself and if I can't do it, I've gotta suck up and go "home." Keep your fingers crossed for me, though. I want the job.