Showing posts from November, 2009

Holiday Gifts

The house is quiet now. The family has gone, the dogs are resting, and I'm a bit lonely. It was a great time to have Ethan (my five-month-old nephew), Ben and Kristen here for the Thanksgiving week. Here is a photo essay of the adventure.

Ethan came to meet his great-grandma, Nanny, and the rest of our family. Here is his with Nanny on Wednesday. He's a sweet boy and adapted well to all the changes, people, and dogs that greeted and followed him during his five-day stay. He's got five teeth, drools a lot, and takes short naps.

His cousin, Lauren, did a great job playing with him. Even when he got sick of me snapping all the photos. At dinner he hung in there with us from appetizers to dessert, barely making a fuss.

Then came Thanksgiving, the granddaddy of events in our family!! As is tradition, we gave him the turkey leg ... but he had no interest in it - even with his five teeth. I am sure he could have gnawed his heart out...but he didn't. Just pushed it asi…

NYC - the unpublishable stories

I don't know where to begin - so I'll start with the first unusual interaction I had.

It was Tuesday morning, in the conference of 1,400 people. I sat myself next to an elderly man and was polite, striking up the typical conversation. I wanted to get a good seat, so I got there early and now I see why my seat was good, it actually turned out to be fan-tas-tic!

The gentleman next to me, we'll call Artie, was familiar with Huntsville, as he graduated from A&M about 50 years ago. He asked about my personal life - married? kids? divorced? I didn't give him too much information, because really, what's the point. Well, he made a point of that, telling me over and over that I wasn't telling him everything - I was being too closed off to his questions.

The mental dialog went like this, "Really. Fucker, really? You really want me to delve into my psychologial problems and tell you why I am not in a relationship? You want me to air my dirty laundry right he…

Since I haven't had time to write...

This is the text of an email a friend forwarded and I think it's just hilarious! See my comments in green:

1. I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die. For Jenny, this means making sure all shopping bags are empty. I personally would be slightly embarrassed (albeit dead) if anyone saw my excel spread sheet that details my bank account and asked what in the world "K" stands for and why did I spent so much money there.

2. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong. I freely admit when I'm wrong - because it happens so often. so this isn't really that hard for me

3. I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger. The best part about being a long-distance runner is the amount of napping required. I figure it this way: for each minute you run, you earn a napping point. You can use them all at once or spread them thro…