"Well," she said, "I'm back."
Nov. 26th, 2004 09:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7Long drive.
Have a website of Thanksgiving pictures to put up, but given that it's 120 photos long, I'm wondering if I should subdivide it.
Haven't titled the photos yet, so will do that and decide on the final format before I post.
In the meantime, here's a preview. This is a picture of the Smith family, all three of them. Captain and Captain and Baby.
Click thumbnail and picture will open in a new window. I don't feel like putting in a cut.
It was simply wonderful to be at home for so long.
I probably took 300 pictures.
I didn't get to interview Katy. She was busy.
She was also really skinny. Her job is extremely difficult and busy just now.
They deploy the 18th of January for Iraq. She still has to sew all her new patches on her desert-camoflage uniforms (they've been using the normal, forest-camo BDU's in Georgia).
Scout is 34 pounds now. She was 25 in the last batch of pictures I took. HUGE puppy.
Though, the other dog living with them now (their housesitters, Adam's brother Bryant plus Bryant's girlfriend, dropped off their dog Arlene while they drove around the US for a short tim prior to showing up to house-sit for the next, oh, YEAR) is 75 pounds, a beautiful and well-mannered but enthusiastic golden retriever. So Scout is still called "Lil Scout".
There was much amusement gained from making fun of Brother In Law (neat! I have in-laws!) and his total inability to say a hard 'i' sound. So we ate Pah, greeted one another by saying Ha, and bade one another farewell by saying Bah. I reduced him to twitching with my persistent perky pronunciation of "Pee-cayan Pi-ee!" ("It's PecAHn PAH!" he would moan, agonized).
There were many hilarious stories told. I will here share two, with more preview bonus photos accompanying. The first is from Fiona, who works at Old Navy and the Gap.
This woman had like two teeth, and they were green. She had a like five-year-old kid in a stroller, and was a little thick around the middle but I wasn't going to say anything. So, I rang her up, and then asked her if she wanted the Old Navy credit card, because I have to, because they're forever pushing those things with my unwilling assistance.
And the child in the stroller pipes up,
'She doesn't need another credit card. She's pregnant. By another man. Who I don't even know.'
Awkward pause ensues. The woman doesn't react in the slightest. Not so much as an eyelid-bat.
'So,' I said brightly, 'we, ah, have a sale on sweaters.'
The photo is of the kitchen at breakfast on Thursday, with Fiona showing off the food she's chewing. I wasn't paying the slightest attention to her, but was focusin on the whole scene, with the lamp and the sunbeam and the unprecedented number of menfolk (l-r Dad, Dave, Adam, with Fiona being the one in the middle looking like a twit). Hey, if she wants to make dumb faces, I'll post them to the Internet. I am that kind of person.
The second is an Army story from Adam. (A UAV is one of those unmanned spy drone mini-plane things that the Marines and the Army and the Air Force and God knows who else use. Usually they have cameras or infrared or something.) Note: this story is funnier when Louisiana-born Adam, whose accent is quite tame by now, puts on his heaviest Southern drawl to impersonate a stereotypical Army accent. So imagine that, if you can.
I was sittin around one night listening to the radio traffic. A couple guys were talkin on an unsecured internal network, just shootin the shit or whatever for the most part, as bored soldiers do. Suddenly one of 'em says, "Holy crap! Do y'all see that?"
"What?" the other one answers.
"That light!" the first guy says. "Sergeant, what is that?"
"Shit, man, Ah don't know," the sergeant answers.
"Ah think it's a UFO!" the first guy says.
I picked up the radio. "Don't shoot that," I said. "That's a Marine UAV, you jackasses."
It was a week filled with much laughter and hanging out and fun, and it was lovely as ever to have ALL FOUR KELLY GIRLS in ONE PLACE even if one is a Smith now.
One final anecdote, more of a dialogue snippet really, between Dave, whose final quarter at RIT is coming up, and Adam, whose (second. And he's already been to Kosovo once.) deployment to Iraq is slated for early-to-mid January:
Adam to Dave: So good luck with school and stuff.
Dave: Thanks. Uh, good luck with, well, war and stuff.
Adam: Yeah, war. Hey, it's a growth industry.
Have a website of Thanksgiving pictures to put up, but given that it's 120 photos long, I'm wondering if I should subdivide it.
Haven't titled the photos yet, so will do that and decide on the final format before I post.
In the meantime, here's a preview. This is a picture of the Smith family, all three of them. Captain and Captain and Baby.
Click thumbnail and picture will open in a new window. I don't feel like putting in a cut.
It was simply wonderful to be at home for so long.
I probably took 300 pictures.
I didn't get to interview Katy. She was busy.
She was also really skinny. Her job is extremely difficult and busy just now.
They deploy the 18th of January for Iraq. She still has to sew all her new patches on her desert-camoflage uniforms (they've been using the normal, forest-camo BDU's in Georgia).
Scout is 34 pounds now. She was 25 in the last batch of pictures I took. HUGE puppy.
Though, the other dog living with them now (their housesitters, Adam's brother Bryant plus Bryant's girlfriend, dropped off their dog Arlene while they drove around the US for a short tim prior to showing up to house-sit for the next, oh, YEAR) is 75 pounds, a beautiful and well-mannered but enthusiastic golden retriever. So Scout is still called "Lil Scout".
There was much amusement gained from making fun of Brother In Law (neat! I have in-laws!) and his total inability to say a hard 'i' sound. So we ate Pah, greeted one another by saying Ha, and bade one another farewell by saying Bah. I reduced him to twitching with my persistent perky pronunciation of "Pee-cayan Pi-ee!" ("It's PecAHn PAH!" he would moan, agonized).
There were many hilarious stories told. I will here share two, with more preview bonus photos accompanying. The first is from Fiona, who works at Old Navy and the Gap.
This woman had like two teeth, and they were green. She had a like five-year-old kid in a stroller, and was a little thick around the middle but I wasn't going to say anything. So, I rang her up, and then asked her if she wanted the Old Navy credit card, because I have to, because they're forever pushing those things with my unwilling assistance.And the child in the stroller pipes up,
'She doesn't need another credit card. She's pregnant. By another man. Who I don't even know.'
Awkward pause ensues. The woman doesn't react in the slightest. Not so much as an eyelid-bat.
'So,' I said brightly, 'we, ah, have a sale on sweaters.'
The photo is of the kitchen at breakfast on Thursday, with Fiona showing off the food she's chewing. I wasn't paying the slightest attention to her, but was focusin on the whole scene, with the lamp and the sunbeam and the unprecedented number of menfolk (l-r Dad, Dave, Adam, with Fiona being the one in the middle looking like a twit). Hey, if she wants to make dumb faces, I'll post them to the Internet. I am that kind of person.
The second is an Army story from Adam. (A UAV is one of those unmanned spy drone mini-plane things that the Marines and the Army and the Air Force and God knows who else use. Usually they have cameras or infrared or something.) Note: this story is funnier when Louisiana-born Adam, whose accent is quite tame by now, puts on his heaviest Southern drawl to impersonate a stereotypical Army accent. So imagine that, if you can.
I was sittin around one night listening to the radio traffic. A couple guys were talkin on an unsecured internal network, just shootin the shit or whatever for the most part, as bored soldiers do. Suddenly one of 'em says, "Holy crap! Do y'all see that?" "What?" the other one answers.
"That light!" the first guy says. "Sergeant, what is that?"
"Shit, man, Ah don't know," the sergeant answers.
"Ah think it's a UFO!" the first guy says.
I picked up the radio. "Don't shoot that," I said. "That's a Marine UAV, you jackasses."
It was a week filled with much laughter and hanging out and fun, and it was lovely as ever to have ALL FOUR KELLY GIRLS in ONE PLACE even if one is a Smith now.
One final anecdote, more of a dialogue snippet really, between Dave, whose final quarter at RIT is coming up, and Adam, whose (second. And he's already been to Kosovo once.) deployment to Iraq is slated for early-to-mid January:
Adam to Dave: So good luck with school and stuff.
Dave: Thanks. Uh, good luck with, well, war and stuff.
Adam: Yeah, war. Hey, it's a growth industry.
