Claire for President

Up at 5am.

Conference call at 6am.

Kids off to school by 7:45am.

Out the door to work in the San Ramon office because sometimes I just have to get out of this house. Really I do.

Forgot my power cable so my laptop dies about 11am. Sigh.

Head back home for a quick lunch and another meeting at 12pm.

Convince my client that he has to build his web site in another tool. I'm expecting to have to sell him on the idea which is sort of like convincing a child that spinach is good for them even though you both know it tastes like salty seaweed. But surprisingly he doesn't throw a fit and we end the call on a happy note. But I'm positive this is because he is from the UK and generally happy by nature and not because I'm an expert persuader.

Anyway, finish up some work. But you never get done. So you just divide up the tasks for another day, and another day, and another day. OK fine.

Carol and Chuck are coming over for dinner so the girls need to get their homework done before they arrive. Claire tells us that she is running for Class President of her 3rd Grade class. So we get to work brainstorming her campaign speech and slogan. We talk about the presidents "job" and why it's important. How they are sort of the leaders of the country and represent what the people need and want. She starts to think about what her class needs and wants and how she can help. This conversation is rather interesting and makes me think...well about a lot of stuff. But that's for another day.

Anyway we all come up with some pretty funny slogans but I think the winner was...No one compares to Claire when it comes to clean air and being fair! I'm not sure what kind of air quality they have in 3rd grade class rooms these days (other than the usual..."hey who farted?") but it rhymed with her name -- so there you have it.

Geoff made burgers, corn and baked potatoes. We drank a little vino and Claire opened her presents from Grammy and Chuck. She got a Nintendo DS game (similar to marijuana but not organic) and some really cute outfits (because we all know how into clothes the girl is).

Geoff read with Camryn before bed (Nancy Drew) and I laid in bed with Claire and talked about her day. She has a close friend whose father has cancer. She feels bad for her friend and hopes that she never gets it. Me too. And then we do the usual "How much do I love you?...More than all the pupils in all the eyeballs in all the people in the whole wide world....Wow. I must love you a lot." Night night.

I was going to read my book tonight, but I miss blogging. I haven't been doing it lately because I sort of feel like a fish in a tank. I really want my writing to be authentic but I haven't been in a great place lately. Life has been difficult. Not entertaining or funny. Quite sucky actually. So I sort of have to decide if blogging for me is entertainment or a communication outlet. At first it was just fun and hobby-like, but when it comes time to write about less than sunny times the tendency is to shut down because you don't want people to know something is wrong because A) you might make them feel bad or B) they will want to fix it.

So I will keep blogging but I probably won't broadcast it anymore. That way if you're really dieing to know what kind of crap I've gotten myself into lately you can visit my blog and read it for yourself. Otherwise, don't worry about me, I will be FINE (Funny, Interesting, Neurotic, and Environmentally-Safe).



Gotta get up at 5am for another 6am meeting. What is wrong with these people? Actually -- what's wrong with ME??? I'm the one getting up at the crack of dawn for conference call! Duh.



Good night. Sleep tight. And if the bed bugs bite. Bite the bastards back. ;-)