Monday, April 28, 2003

TIME FOR A NEW JOB! 4.28.2003

I put in my resignation today at Integic. I'll save the bitching for later, I am just glad to be moving on. On the other hand, I am excited about my new opportunity. So, goodbye Integic, hello Apex/Northrop/DOJ! (lI ove these contract deals where there are many layers-- its like an onion.)

A quote comes to mind--"Shrek, you know that not everybody likes onions. You know what everyone, likes? Parfeits!"

So perhaps you should more accurately call this contract a parfeit.
SAM THE TICK 4/28/2003

The samster just had his six week well baby checkup, the one where they take a perfectly fine 'well baby' and stick needles in him and inject him with vaccines until he is screaming his head off. 14 pounds, the little oinker. So his health is great, but I keep having this strange thought.

Last summer, due to a mild winter just before, the ticks were out in droves, and Patra got them a lot. We would pull them off her and once in a while I would see a tick, all swollen with blood until it was the size of a milk dud. This milk dud had little tiny legs that could no longer support its weight, and they would be wiggling around.

For some reason, Sam reminds of one of those ticks. He's a cute little baby, but he's really pudgy and round. And he constantly eats and is usually pretty docile. He doesn't cry too much either. He just lays around, with his big pudgy milk dud body and his little arms and chicken legs sticking out. And that reminds me of a tick. It just cracks me up.

Sunday, April 27, 2003

UNDER THE DESK 4.27.2003

PJ got his diaper off this morning and was running around like the evil doll in teh movie "Trilogy of Terror". We'd here footsteps and laughing and then every once in a while he'd run by us, cackling. Then Kath said "I better get a diaper on him before he pees on the floor." Hmmm, I had not thought of that.

Kath walked off, stalking the naked PJ. Then I heard a clap, and Kath saying "PJ, stop that right now. You pee in the potty! IN THE POTTY!".

"Where did he pee?" I asked.

"Under the computer desk. Where he always does." Kath replied. Always? Does he always pee there I thought? Ho often is always? Is he marking his territory? I went to get the simple green and the paper towels, and watching my step all the while.

Thursday, April 17, 2003


My cousin Burney is big into Scouting. His two sons, first Paul, and now Greg (center) have become Eagle Scouts, which I think is pretty cool. I never got that far with Scouting myself. Fate was in my way. Well, okay, it wasn't fate, it was more like me just being a delinquent and hanging out in front of the drugstore all summer. But I did always regret it. My dad was an Eagle scout as well, so that makes 4 Shaws (or 3? Not sure about Burney). Maybe PJ and Sam will continue the Shaw legacy. We'll have to wait and see,

Another interesting thing. If you look closely, you will notice that all three are wearing the "Order of the Arrow" sash. This is an ultra secret scouting award only given to Eagle Scouts who have a neck size of 20 or larger. (kidding!)

Anyway, congrats Greg! Add this event to the ever growing list if things I missed out on because I live down here in Virginia. Sigh. Best of luck to ya!

I have just been informed by my brother that you don't need to an Eagle Scout to be in the order of the arrow. Maybe its just based on neck size? Well, okay I made it up. (ha!) You want more information, just look here.
random thoughts 4.17.2003 1 am

I stayed late at work tonight. The third gorgeous day in a row, as I cam home the weather was *perfect*, blissful, cool, breezy.

Normally you get two seasons here in Virginia. The one with the heater on, and the one with the air conditioner on.

But today is an exception. The tropical winds blow through screened windows, like a river of cool, a slightly damp blanket I could curl up on and live in forever.

I hope that it will last but know it won't. This weather is delicious and short, like the way an ice cream cone melts on a hot summer day.

Wednesday, April 16, 2003


Last night Anna was crying loudly in her room as I was coming up the stairs to go to bed. I came in her room.

"Anna, what is wrong" I asked.

"I'm hungry" she whimpered, " I need to have a snack." She was cryingn and distressed and her face was all red.

"Does your tummy hurt, sweeetie?" I asked her? I didn't want her to have any food in her room. We've been trying to break this habit, with about as much luck as I have had cutting down on soda (none).

"No, but I want a snack."

"Sweetie, you need to go to bed. Let me tell you a story."

"No, I'm hungry."

"Once upon a time there was an Indian who lived in the bottom of the mountainous valley.." This was the way I started all my stories.

"NO! I don't want to hear your story! The thoughts are going into my head and they are making me sad." She was yelling at me now.

I was beaten and I knew it. "So all you want is some crackers in a bowl?"

"Yes." She immediately stopped crying, and started to breathe easy.

"Back in a minute" I went and got her the crackers. Of course, by the time I got back she was fast asleep. Well, I lost the battle, but, but--- well, I guess I just lost the battle. Well, at least I got to sleep shortly therafter. And these days sleep is E V E R Y T H I N G.
PJ - king of all video games

My son PJ is two years old. He loves to play video games. Well, thats okay so do I, but he's two. Is this normal? I have the upstairs computer set up with a big joystick, and arcade style buttons, and a bunch of emulators that run Sega Genesis and Super Nintendo games. He can make it through the frist two levels of Sonic the Hedgehog by himself!

He can walk over to the computer, use the trackball to run the program. Open the file menu and load the game he wants, and then start playing. He even knows how to reboot the computer. Right after Sam was born, the grandmas were over, and PJ was patiently trying to explain to Gagi how to reboot the computer. She was patiently telling him "No PJ, the comoputer is broken." And while he lacked the words to say it, was trying to explain to her that she needed to get the key from the kitchen to unlock the computer cabinet, and then press the reset button to reboot the computer. Eventually he got the idea across, and the computer was working again.

I came in the computer room yesterday, and he had loaded up some game I had never sen before. It had this guy dressed up in a spacesuit shooting these aliens that looked like giant toothy skulls. He was doing good too. He was shooting and blowing up the skulls and jumping around to move out of their way. Eventually he got to the end of the level and started shooting at what looked like a giant purple snake made of old car tires. While I was watching all this I had mixed feelings. It was pride mostly but mixed with something else, maybe a little fear or concern or maybe awe. I was shaking my head and muttering to myself as I walked away. I've been doing that a lot lately.

Monday, April 14, 2003

MY HEAD HURTS 4.15.2003

Yesterday morning, PJ came into the kitchen crying and pointing at his head. “Did you hurt your head?” I asked him.

“Yah.” He said, crying and shaking his head.

“Where did you hurt your head?” I asked. It wasn’t clear what part of his head he had banged up.

He thought for a minute, and then ran out of the room. From somewhere in the distance I heard him saying in a proud voice “right here!”

Sunday, April 13, 2003


About a week after Sam was born we were the beneficiary of the nicest little tradition in our neighborhood. After someone has a small child, your friends and neighbors, of their own accord, sign up to take turns to cook you complete family dinners and bring them to your house. The idea is that in the weeks following the birth of a new baby, well, things can be pretty hectic. Sam was born on February 23rd, and we are just now getting to the end of the list. Two or three times a week someone would bring a hot meal to our door. Thank you thank you thank you! You guys rock! The food helped a lot, and the process itself made us feel very welcome and amoung friends. A special thank you should go out to our neighbor, the well organized, Suzi Covington, who organized the whole thing. These are the families who helped us during the past 6 weeks. The Wyly's, the Jones's, the Covington's, the Robohm's, the Hoovler's, the Kaine's, the Holmes's, the Sink's, the Hollar's, the Soule's, the Silk's, the Daughtry's, the Hronik's, and the Jenkin's. I will try and be courteous to thank each and every one of you in person, but regardless, your kindness has been deeply appreciated. Once again, thank you.