Showing posts with label family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label family. Show all posts

Monday, May 23, 2011

Scenes from a Lunch

Yesterday was my sister, Celena's, 30th birthday, so my dad threw a surprise lunch for her at Fadi's - a Mediterranean restaurant in Houston. I'm pretty sure everyone had a good time, and I'm certain we all left very full. These are some photos I took at the lunch:



Happy birthday, Nina!

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Weekend in Kansas

Last weekend we went up to Kansas for Kristi's Aunt Lois's 75th Birthday party. We all had a great time playing out in the country and seeing relatives. And of course, we took a lot of photos...

Here are a few of the better ones. You can see the entire set here on Flickr.

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Glenna

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Marsha

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(a really cool shot by Kayci)

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Noble's "other Heather"

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Brett

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Jaylee by Kayci

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Kayci and Jordan putting on a show

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Jay

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Shot accidentally in black & white

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Hurricane Tales, Part 2

"Sometimes You Just Have to Humor Grandpa"

The day before Hurricane Ike hit last year, I went down to Houston and brought Kristi's mom and dad back to Brenham. They lived in an older townhouse, and with Grandpa being sick, we didn't want to take any chances.

So the day of the hurricane, Grandpa decided that we needed flashlights and battery-powered lanterns in case the power went out. Well, I've been through enough storms to know that you don't just go out to the store and buy lanterns the day of a hurricane - they've been sold out for days by that point. But Grandpa wanted to go, so I took him to four different store here in town looking for battery-powered lanterns. Nothing. So we gave up. Now, it must be said that Kristi and I keep a pretty decent hurricane preparedness kit, full of canned food and water and things like candles and flashlights. So we would've been okay for days. But sometimes you just have to humor Grandpa.

Then the hurricane hit overnight. We never lost power at our house, but there were some parts of Brenham that did lose power. And Grandma and Grandpa's power was out (which I deduced by calling their house. The answering machine never picked up, so chances were that their power was out - which it was.) Grandpa was itching to get back home, probably because he wanted to check on things and also probably because we had such a full house (and also because we don't have cable). So he decided the day after the hurricane hit that he might need a generator. But he didn't want just any generator. He wanted a particular model Honda generator. Well, I've been through enough storms to know that you don't just go out to the store and buy a generator the day after a hurricane. But sometimes you just have to humor Grandpa.

So went out again. No generators at Lowes - they didn't sell Honda generators and a full palette of another brand had sold out in minutes earlier in the day. People were driving up from Houston to get them. At Home Depot they laughed at us. Sutherland's was closed. So I got on the internet to find the nearest Honda generator dealer. It turns out there was a dealer here in town - the next closest dealer was in College Station. But they didn't have any. So we gave up. Grandpa didn't stop griping about it, though. He just couldn't figure out why there were no generators to be had. But as with many of Grandpa's rants and stories, a lot of times you just had to smile and nod your head and let him finish.

Kristi's mom and dad ended up staying with us for several days until their power was restored, and we all had a pretty good time crammed into the little green house. But there's a moral to this story, as well as just about any story that involves Grandpa getting a wild hair: Sometimes you just have to humor Grandpa.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Hurricane Tales, Part 1


One year ago things were a lot different. Hurricane Ike had just ravaged Houston and we had a house full of people. There are a couple of stories that happened during that time that haven't been told. I felt like the one-year anniversary of Hurricane Ike was a good time to do it.

"The Pharaon Bed and Breakfast"

Taking refuge from the storm in the little green house were Kristi's mom and dad, Sami dog, Lynn and Hannah and their dog as well as me, Kristi, Kayci and Noble. It was a full house. But then the hurricane knocked out my dad's electricity. He tried to tough it out, but September in Houston with no air conditioning is really, really tough (that, and his water wasn't safe to drink) and I finally convinced him to come up to Brenham. He didn't want to impose, so I told him that I had found him a room at a bed and breakfast very nearby and just to pack a bag and come. So he did.

Dad came up first thing in the morning. I told him that the room wouldn't be available until after five, so he took a warm shower and hung out on the deck with us and had lunch and just visited. Finally five 'o-clock came and we loaded up his suitcase into his car and I said I'd drive him to the bed and breakfast to check in. We got in the car and I drove him through some of the neighborhoods in Brenham, snaking my way through town in a big circle.

Finally, I told him "okay, the bed and breakfast is right around the corner here." We rounded the corner and stopped right next to my house, right where we had been parked just a few minutes before. He tried to object, but I told him that we wouldn't have it any other way. And I think he was a little proud of the way I had pulled one over on him. You see, I had not only convinced him to come up to Brenham, but I had also cleverly waited until late in the day before we could "check in" to his room, knowing that he doesn't like to drive at night. And then I had gotten him completely lost on the way to the "bed and breakfast" so he wouldn't know anything was up.

I was really, really proud of myself.

So Dad slept on Kayci's bed that night, and Kristi and I slept better knowing that he was safe and in an air-conditioned house with drinkable water.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Saturday, January 31, 2009

Fire!


[Note:  This post was started over the weekend, but wasn't published immediately because we were all working.]

First, everyone is okay.

I was at work at about 3:45 Friday when I got a call on my cell from Kristi.  She said "come home.  Mom and Dad's house in on fire."  She had gotten a call from her mom at 3:40.  And we were on the road within minutes headed to Houston.

Kristi's mom and dad lived in a townhouse complex.  It looks like the outside breaker box at the neighbor's townhouse caught on fire.  It traveled up the fence to the building and engulfed both the neighbor's unit and her mom and dad's.  The fire pretty much gutted the neighbor's house, but luckily only seriously damaged one room - Janet's sewing room - in their house.  The rest of the damage was caused by water and smoke.

It could've been really, really bad.  Tim and Janet were taking naps at the time the fire started.  In fact, they were sleeping so hard that the fire department had to kick in their back door to get them out.  But they did get out, luckily.

So the rest of the weekend was spent moving furniture and possessions out of their house and moving them to Austin where Kristi's brother, Ron, has a couple of storage units.  We tried to air everything out, clean it off and wash the clothes, but most everything still smalls like a campfire.  Luckily, their expensive items - the electronics, washer, dryer, etc. - were unhurt, as were most of their furniture.

This weekend has been so surreal, frustrating, emotional and draining.  Amazing how in the blink, one's world can shift forever.

So now the focus turns to finding Tim and Janet a place to stay for awhile and to Tim's surgery on Tuesday.  More on that later...

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Somebody's son

This morning I took a walk about seven blocks or so because I needed to go to the bank. It was early- about 7:45, and not much was happening on the streets of austin that early. It was about 40 degrees outside, which was brisk, but once I started walking it wasn't so bad.

There were only two things going on that early in downtown Austin. There were runners everywhere clad in underarmor and wool caps. Then there were the homeless guys either still curled up in a blanket in a doorstep or walking around. I watched a couple of scraggly, bearded guys shuffle down the sidewalk - one with his hands full of bags and the other carrying a hiking backpack. I guess because of my lonely state of mind and missing my family (see my previous post) I thought "wow. Those men used to be babies just like Noble. At some time they were somebody's son. ". I actually felt really sad when I looked at these guys through a father's eyes. It would kill me to think of my baby boy ending up like that.

But the more I thought about it as I walked, the more I thought about the parents of these homeless men. Did they even know that their sons are homeless? What kind of parents would leave their child in such a state? I made a lot if assumptions, and I know that every person has their own circumstances and history. I know that some of these men choose to live this way. I know that some men have fallen to this after losing everything. I know this. But I still can't help but think that if their parents had done a better job of providing for them, that many wouldn't be in the states they're in today. Notice I didn't say raising them. That's only half the job. My job as a parent is to make sure that my family will be okay if (God forbid) anything should happen to me. The parents of those men obviously didn't - or couldn't. No life insurance no college fund. No house. No security.

No judgement here- just an observation. And again, a generalization for the purpose of this thought stream...

But it just reinforced to me why it's so important to do the hard- and expensive things that we've been trying to do. It's important to me to know that when I'm gone that my kids will be left with something. And it will be equally as important that Kristi and I teach good stewardship of the money and things that we'll leave to our kids someday so that they don't just go blow it and be left shuffling through life carrying their bags around.

I think if parents did more of that, then there would be a lot fewer wayward former sons and daughters on the streets.

Monday, November 3, 2008

God and the age in which we live

Kayci and I were having a conversation in the car on the way back to Brenham on Friday morning (we stayed the night in Houston after visiting Tim in the hospital and woke up really early to get back for work and school.) She told me, looking out the car window, that she could see three stars side by side in the sky. That, I told her, was a constellation called Orion. That's the constellation from which Great Grandaddy Curtis got his middle name and from whom Noble got his middle name.

Kristi and I have a habit when we see the Orion in the night sky of saying "hello, Granddaddy." It's just a nice little reminder of a really great man. So I told Kayci that that's why sometimes we say hi to Granddaddy. We talked about how he's not really there at the star and that he was really in heaven with God.

Then Kayci asked me what God looked like. I have my own idea of what both God and heaven look like, but everyone does. She said that she thought He looks like a little man with a beard behind the stars. I told her I didn't know and that no one on Earth really knows. To which she replied:

"Maybe when we get home we can look it up on the internet."

Saturday, September 13, 2008

The Little Circus That Could

Several weeks ago, we saw a poster up for a circus that was coming to town. We marked the calendar and made a plan to go because none of us had ever been to a circus other than Ringling Brothers. Plus, the poster made it look fun - there was a clown, a tiger jumping through a ring of fire AND a guy getting shot out of a cannon!

So finally the big day arrived, last Friday (September 5), when the circus was coming to Brenham! We had no idea what to expect. Would there be a giant tent? Would there be three rings or just one big one? Would there be a midway? Would there be a strong man and a bearded lady? Hold on - I just described our family reunion. Back to the circus...  I envisioned a small time circus like the one in one of my favorite movies, Big Fish.

So we pull up to the fairgrounds, where the circus would be held. No tent. I was immediately a little disappointed, but we did see an elephant with kids riding on it.  I hoped it wasn't the only one.  The ticket "gate" was a little stand that, had we been the dishonest type, we could have walked right around and gotten in free.  There were no barricades or ropes or anything else except some caution tape laying on the ground that had obviously been trampled either by some kids or someone who IS the dishonest type.  At the gate were three ladies, all wearing red polo shirts and all with very glittery stage makeup, complete with blue eyeshadow.  It didn't occur to us until we went past the gate and saw other "vendors," also with stage makeup, that the booths were actually being run by the performers.  Everyone pulls their weight.  I can respect that.

The "midway" consisted of the aforementioned elephant ride, some circus ponies (which were never actually used in the circus, btw) that were giving rides, a moonwalk, inflatable slide and some concession booths selling such things as soda poured out of 2-liter bottles, snow cones, popcorn and Kayci's personal favorite - cotton candy.  We walked around a little, took a photo of Kayci in front of an elephant, got her some blue cotton candy and then went into the arena to find some seats.


The circus was set up in three rings in the open-air fairgrounds rodeo arena.  Luckily, it was a beautiful evening with a hint of fall in the air.  Otherwise, it might have been a little uncomfortable.  We sat almost dead center in front of the center ring, although at the top of the stands.  Kayci tore immediately into her cotton candy.  Noble was having a great time being outside.




Soon, the circus started.  First up was an animal act.  I was pleasantly surprised that there were no goats with stripes painted on masquerading as tigers, as I had skeptically suspected.  They actually had real tigers, although they looked like they were WELL past their prime.  Unlike some of the big cat acts that I've seen in the past, I never really got any sense of danger.  The tigers sat up and rolled over, but never ONCE tried to eat the tamer.  I guess you have to pay a lot more these days for that kind of action.  Not that I would have wanted to explain that to Kayci...  But my favorite part of the whole act was when the tamer went to light the ring of fire that the tigers were supposed to jump through.  From somewhere in his stretchy pants, he produced a lighter and attempted not once, but TWICE to light the ring.  Over the music and the sounds of all the kids in the stands slurping up their cotton candy, if you listened very closely, you could hear the sounds of tigers snickering.

Another on my list of highlights was seeing a herd of elephants dancing around the center ring.  I was suddenly struck that you just don't see too many elephants in Brenham, Texas -and certainly not as close-up as we were watching them.  Being the sick-minded freak that I am, I had to envision the movie scenario where elephants got loose and ran rampant through downtown.  Now THAT I'd gladly pay $28 to see any day.

There was this sad little clown with a trained dog, as well as what I can only describe as some sort of quasi-acrobatic act.  I was disappointed because I've seen the Sam Houston State cheerleaders do many of the same stunts and, in fact, better.  What was supposed to pass as death-defying and sensational was in reality very basic basket tosses that we used to do when I was a cheerleader back in high school.  Yawn.  I seriously thought about suggesting that we leave at intermission.  Then The Little Circus That Could earned the price of admission...

Two guys wearing what can only be described as the bottom portion of red and blue Superman outfits came out and stood, staring at the crowd.  They were bare chested and - I have to be honest here - really chiseled.  I made a mental note to go to the gym and then focused again on the Ambiguously Gay Duo.  They moved in forced slow motion as they grabbed hands and began forcing themselves into acrobatic positions.  It was nothing short of amazing the acrobatic poses these two guys were able to get into, and the strength and balance it must have taken to not only do this, but to do it in slow motion!  VERY impressive.  After every stunt, they would stop and look at the audience, almost waiting for a reaction.  Actually, waiting for MORE of a reaction.  Someone should have pulled them aside before the show and explained that crowds in Brenham only go freaking nuts for high school football and baseball games.  But this was as close as they could muster without cheerleaders.  It really was amazing, and I managed to get a shot of one of the stunts, along with the sunset.

During intermission, in which all the performers ran back out to the midway to sell concessions and give elephant rides again, I witnessed one of the slickest marketing ploys of all time.  The announcer came on the loudspeaker toward the end of intermission and announced that they had "what they consider to be the official souvenir of the George Carden circus," an oversized coloring book featuring the acts of the circus.  And a select number of the coloring books had a blue coupon at the front that was good for a toy from a table that seemed to magically appear all of a sudden at the front of the bleachers.  And only lucky kid would win the GRAND prize - an inflatable Incredible Hulk on a stick.  Ho-hum.  Wake me up when intermission is over, will ya?  Zzzzz...

BUT WAIT!  The special coloring books were only THREE DOLLARS!  And they would only be on sale for the next FIVE MINUTES.  And that's the point when everyone seemed to lose their minds.  I mean people went clean out of their skulls!  Parents were shoving money into their kids hands and shoving them down the bleachers toward the guys with the books.  Some adults were scrambling down front and pushing kids aside to get a book.  Kristi sent Kayci down to get one to send to the Clarkson kids in Taiwan (I think that's just the excuse she used to get me to buy a coloring book since I had said no souvenirs).  We saw her for awhile before she disappeared in a crowd of impatient, pushy adults.  I went down to make sure she was alright and found her being pushed aside by adults who just HAD to have a coloring book.  There was no sense of order.  She was still holding up her little wad of money toward the coloring book vendor, waiting patiently for her turn that would never come.  So I plucked her out of the crowd, did a little shoving of my own to a couple of adults who had pushed her aside, and got her a coloring book.  There was no blue ticket in it, so no prize. The amazing thing was that the little "five minutes only" sale went on for almost 15 minutes. And to top it off, we got to see the official coloring book of the "Show Beautiful Circus."


The second half of the circus wasn't really much to speak of, so I'll spare you the details.  It consisted of some juggling acts, another clown act and some more acrobat acts.  The circus ended with seven motorcycles riding around inside a steel sphere.  It was interesting because at one point one of the motorcycles stalled, causing the stunt to be started over.  

At the end of the circus, we left feeling like we got our money's worth in entertainment.  It was a slightly surreal experience, but we enjoyed our evening.


Saturday, June 7, 2008

New car New teeth--he's officially teething!