8 posts tagged “claire”
Show us the one thing that unfailingly makes you smile, no matter what.
Submitted by Sourire
When my kid is being funny, she's hilarious.
So, Claire was baptized a week ago Sunday. Since then...
Had a good visit with my parents...
Had my 10 year wedding anniversary. (Yay us!)
Grandpa caught the stomach flu. As did everyone else. Except me.
But Grandpa was a special case because it played havoc with his diabetic medication, causing his blood sugar to crash. Causing the paramedics to come out at 2:30 AM on Wednesday morning. And again at 7:30.
Yesterday, we had freezing rain most of the day, prompting most everyone in my office to declare that they were working from home. After a brief meeting, I likewise declared victory and quit the field to work from home.
Which I did until about 7:00 last night, when I had to take Grandma to the emergency room, because half of her face was swelling up. Swollen spit gland the (not great bedside manner) doctor told us. I asked if we should fill the prescription on the way home. And Grandma said we'd do it in the morning. And I found that my lack of diligence at diet and exercise hasn't done too much damage. I weighed in yesterday a little over 245. Which, considering my scale, puts me somewhere around 255.
This morning, I found my car encased in a 1/4" thick ice cocoon. And the pharmacy was closing in an hour. And I still have to get 9 hours of work in. Chiseled (literally - with a screwdriver) the edges of the doors free of the ice, then turned the car on and let it run for 30 minutes. During which time it rolled about ten feet back down the road because my parking brake apparently needs adjustment.
Made it to Albertson's for Grandma's prescription, as well as kitty litter, dry cat food, and wet cat food (the essentials), as well as some milk and an Odwalla bar. (Because I'm addicted. Okay? I said it. Chocowalla. Mmmmmmm.) And when we got back I took a few more pictures. Here they are.
Stay Warm!
So, I was talking to Claire about what kind of game she wants to play.
She wants to be a rock star mermaid who can shape shift, and has adventures in space.
Help!
Yeah, earlier this week someone called me a Nazi. Of course, it was in an online message board (everyone should listen to Jason Rennie's "The Sci Phi Show", and check the forums!). Which means that the guy who did it automatically loses the argument, right? Not that I expect that someone who would do that would know good internet message board ettiquite.
And then yesterday, I went to Parent Teacher Conference. And found out that my daughter wants to be a rock star, and a scientist. And the first thing that went through my head is...
Oh my heck, she wants to be Buckaroo Bonzai!
I'm still trying to figure out if her desire to be a scientist/rock star is more disturbing than the association I made.
Share a photo of something that made a huge impact on your life.
Claire and I had an adventure yesterday. We went to her school to met her new teacher (school starts Monday). On the way out of the building, Claire noticed a baby bird lying on the sidewalk - poor thing didn't have its feathers or anything. Chirpin' away. And sitting right next to it was another baby bird which had missed the sidewalk, and was lying in the grass. They both had about 20 minutes of shade left before the hot Texas sun was going to barbeque them right where they were.
Well, I scooped them up and put them under a thick bush, so at least they wouldn't bake, and started heading for the car, when Claire started crying. Honestly, I didn't feel too good about it either, so I suggested we say a little prayer and ask what we should do. After the prayer, I thought we should check again in the school, so we went back in and talked to someone in the office, mentioning the baby birds, and asking if they'd check and see if any of the classes might like to have a science project, or something of that nature. One of them suggested I call the local wildlife rescue organization, who said they'd be happy to take the birds if we could bring them in.
So Claire and I found a small wicker basket in the trunk of the car, got some TP from the school bathroom, padded the basket, and off we went. They had said to keep the birds warm and quiet, so Claire cussed me out every time I put on the AC. And then she complained that she was getting sweaty. And then she cussed me out for the AC again.
We found the wildlife rescue organization easily enough, although it was a long drive (and hot - over 100 in Austin yesterday), and home we went. Warm fuzzies all around!
So, I took my daughter to see Monster House tonight. Which was a lot of fun. She just dropped this note off at my office door and ran to bed. And I just had to share. The sad thing is... I really am the pest dad.
Looking for some of my old law school notes in various folders on my desktop, I found this picture of Claire from when I started law school. Dang, she was curte, eh? Still is, of course.
