Posts Tagged ‘family’

West

August 8 2015
mom and dad in jail

Picking mom and dad up from the town jail.

My parents and I are midway through our cross country road trip. I picked them up from the airport on Wednesday and we drove to Wichita Falls, TX. I had a grant deadline and a few paper reviews to write, so I set up a workstation for myself in the car, including a lapdesk, my laptop, a mouse, and tethering internet from my (well, Dave’s) iPad. From Wichita Falls, we went to Albequerque, NM and then onto Sedona, AZ. And now we are in the car heading to the Grand Canyon. I can’t say the same for my belongings though — they are sitting in Louisiana waiting for a driver still!

Favorite breakfast so far:
Coffee pot restaurant in Sedona, AZ.

Favorite lunch so far:
Mama’s fried chicken in some little twon in Louisiana … with fried oreos for dessert.

Favorite Dinner so far:
We had dinner with an amazing view at Four Winds Ranch just outside of Dallas, TX. I had steak tips wiht pasta. The food was great, but the atmosphere was amazing.

Favorite sight so far:
The petrified forest in Arizona, just east of Flagstaff.

mama's fried chicken

Dad tries a fried Oreo for the first time. He was in the middle of saying “ohh … this is good”

4W ranch

Sunset at Four Winds (4W) ranch in Texas.

Nail Polish

October 24 2013

Nailpolish

Last weekend, I went to a high school friend’s wedding in Philly.  Before the wedding (well, actually, during the ceremony), I stopped at my parents house to say hello to the family.  This is the first time I skipped the ceremony and went to the reception.  I felt like a rebel.  But, I got to see my family — so, it was worth it.

My niece was home, and had a bag full of nail polish.  She demanded (she knows what she wants) that I paint her nails, and I obliged.  I painted all 10 fingers and toes.  She carefully watched as I delicately painted her miniature nails.  As I was painting one of her toe nails, the paint came on thick … it was hard to avoid this on such tiny nails.  At this point, she warns me “not too much.”  I laughed, so she continued to warn me with each brush stroke until I finished the task.

Then, it was my turn.  She was to paint my nails.  Since I was going to a wedding, I wouldn’t let her do my fingernails but allowed her to paint my toes, thinking that it would be covered by my shoes.  On one of the toes, she managed to get the entire toe minus the nail.  Perhaps she was studying set complements that day.  As Dave and I started our drive downtown, I remembered that my shoes were strappy shoes, not closed toe shoes!  Whoops.

Nana

January 23 2013

Nana, Miss Valentine of 1946, passed away this weekend.  When I told my friend Diana, she remembered the glistening look in her eye whenever we would come visit.  She was always so happy, and that glisten was just an accessory to her happiness.  

Although she had been in the hospital since Christmas Eve, the fact that she is gone now is a shock to me.  She was the last of my grandparents to pass away.  Now, in a way, I feel like an orphan … even though both of my parents are alive and well.

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Escaping the ‘burgh

January 6 2013

The other day, Dave and I returned from our holiday family visit.  We left with little to no idea of what our exact plans were.  Lesson learned: know where you are going before you leave the house, especially if you will be gone for > 1 week.

The first part of our trip was to Philly.  We were there for Eve of the Eve party:  I say party, but at 6:00 (the start), only Amit had arrived and my family kept asking me “where are your friends?”  Since this was only planned a few days in advance, I wasn’t sure who would actually be coming, so I had no answer until people actually arrived.  It would up being a small, but very nice gathering.

On Christmas Eve, we went to Nana’s house.  This event is usually at my Uncle Bill’s house, where there is room for 30+ people.  This year, due to Nana not feeling well, we went to Ocean City.  The house didn’t quite fit everyone, but we got cozy … you just couldn’t go anywhere quickly.  Unfortunately, Nana was having problems with her lungs and had to go to the hospital at the end of the day.  She was determined not to ruin the party, so she waited until it was practically over to admit she needed medical attention.  (The other day, she finally left the ICU and is now in a regular hospital room, waiting to be transferred to a rehab facility).

On Christmas, we went to the hospital in the morning, but made it home for Christmas dinner and gift exchanging.  I got a new pair of pajamas from Kyle, Dave received a t-shirt and a tool box from my dad, and Santa left both of us two cookbooks and a picture frame (purchased from our registry!)

The next part of our trip was in NJ, visiting Dave’s parents.  There, Dave had the task of cleaning out his room (since Merri wants to redo the bedroom).  The day before New Year’s Eve, we found out that our friend Alana was sick, so no hanging out with her on NYE.  Then, we thought about going skiing, but Dave’s friend who has a house in New Hampshire was in Boston for NYE.  We also considered driving to one of the mountains in PA or NJ, but this option was only considered around 4pm on NYE so that did not work out either.  What we wound up doing was going out to dinner with Dave’s parents and watching the Carson Daly countdown and opening bubbly wine at midnight.  (Carson Daly is not as good at hosting this event as Dick Clark was).  Then, we fell asleep on the couch by 12:45 watching Numbers.

Happy Birthday, Dad!

March 25 2012

Today is my dad’s birthday.  I gave him a call (at exactly midnight ending his birthday here in Europe).  He said “it’s not late, it’s my birthday week.”

Two funny things happened on the course of the conversation.  First, Peyton puked on him.  Apparently, it was a mess, so he called my mom over.  She cleaned up the baby first, to which he responded “oh, I see, get the baby first, not the birthday boy.”

Then, they open the cake to find “Happy Birthday, Sir” written in the icing.  When Peyton was first born, he told my family that she will call him “Grandfather Sir.”  I guess that the name stuck.

Finally, Devon was able to get skype working so I could see dad while we sang Happy Birthday to him.  In the photo, you can see him pointing to himself during the “to me” part of the song.

Singing "Happy Birthday" to Dad

Singing "Happy Birthday" to Dad

Then, I spent some time talking to Peyton on Skype.  She tried to climb into the computer with me.  After several unsuccessful attempts, she became very frustrated.  Would be nice if coming to visit me were as easy as climbing into the computer.

Happy Birthday, Grandfather Sir!

Also, I want to say Happy Birthday to my MOM as well 🙂  She celebrated a big birthday last week.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO BOTH MY PARENTS!!!