photo torture
I find the process of looking at other people's vacation pictures similar to being held hostage and forced to read your captives’ propaganda – you nod in mock appreciation, knowing you’ve got no choice but to comply, but can’t wait until it’s over. Wow, pictures of other people relaxing on the beach and drinking tropical drinks? I’ll be sure to think of those tomorrow when someone’s bag is repeatedly ramming me on the subway. As long as you’re gloating, why don’t you show me your tax returns, too?
That said, here are some pictures with captions from the trip. Feel free to stop reading at any time. Seriously.
Here are my second cousins, Maricel (4 weeks) and Rosalyn (3 years). Maricel doesn't do much other than eat, poop and make breathing sounds like Golum, but she will surely grow up to be a cute, brilliant ball of energy like her sister, Rosalyn.
Here’s my (only) cousin Jessica with the kids. I hadn’t seen her in fifteen years, which is a shame, considering how well we got along. It’s a little bittersweet, asking your only cousin things like “How old are you?” Anyways, this is a great picture, because you can see Rosalyn (who is struggling with how to be gentle and affectionate with the baby at the same time) unknowingly gagging her little sister, who threw up immediately after the photo was taken. This was O.K., though, because the mess was quickly consumed by…
…Lucky, my aunt and uncle’s infamous dog that my father never tires of referencing. In all seriousness, he is probably the coolest dog I’ve ever spent time with, even if he enjoys the taste of baby puke. He’s affectionate without being needy and has a good sense of when to play and when to chill. If more dogs were like him I’d consider dropping my cat-allegiance.
Julia says that the way I am with kids (more carefree, I guess) is the way I need to be with adults. If I start doing elaborate animal impressions the next time I see you, blame her.
On the drive from Santa Cruz to Saratoga we mistakenly took a longer route, which took us on a windy road through redwood forests that had some incredible views. It’s much better to get lost in California than, say, Queens.
One of the few things I remember vividly from my teenage trip to California was the drive down Route 1. The spectacular views, sharp turns and steep drops were unforgettable. It was even more incredible this time, at the wheel. I cannot imagine there being a more beautiful stretch of road in this country - every half a mile or so there is another uniquely stunning view. It is impossible to not say “wow” a lot. I would fly across the country again just for the drive. I love this picture because it reminds me of what it looked and felt like. It also kind of looks like an Irish Spring commercial. If you showed me this picture I’d hate you.
That said, here are some pictures with captions from the trip. Feel free to stop reading at any time. Seriously.
Here are my second cousins, Maricel (4 weeks) and Rosalyn (3 years). Maricel doesn't do much other than eat, poop and make breathing sounds like Golum, but she will surely grow up to be a cute, brilliant ball of energy like her sister, Rosalyn.
Here’s my (only) cousin Jessica with the kids. I hadn’t seen her in fifteen years, which is a shame, considering how well we got along. It’s a little bittersweet, asking your only cousin things like “How old are you?” Anyways, this is a great picture, because you can see Rosalyn (who is struggling with how to be gentle and affectionate with the baby at the same time) unknowingly gagging her little sister, who threw up immediately after the photo was taken. This was O.K., though, because the mess was quickly consumed by…
…Lucky, my aunt and uncle’s infamous dog that my father never tires of referencing. In all seriousness, he is probably the coolest dog I’ve ever spent time with, even if he enjoys the taste of baby puke. He’s affectionate without being needy and has a good sense of when to play and when to chill. If more dogs were like him I’d consider dropping my cat-allegiance.
Julia says that the way I am with kids (more carefree, I guess) is the way I need to be with adults. If I start doing elaborate animal impressions the next time I see you, blame her.
On the drive from Santa Cruz to Saratoga we mistakenly took a longer route, which took us on a windy road through redwood forests that had some incredible views. It’s much better to get lost in California than, say, Queens.
One of the few things I remember vividly from my teenage trip to California was the drive down Route 1. The spectacular views, sharp turns and steep drops were unforgettable. It was even more incredible this time, at the wheel. I cannot imagine there being a more beautiful stretch of road in this country - every half a mile or so there is another uniquely stunning view. It is impossible to not say “wow” a lot. I would fly across the country again just for the drive. I love this picture because it reminds me of what it looked and felt like. It also kind of looks like an Irish Spring commercial. If you showed me this picture I’d hate you.
posted by Justin at 3:24 PM
4 Comments:
Julia says that the way I am with kids...is the way I need to be with adults.
Try this with me and I'm cutting off your ding-a-ling.
Matt, Matt -- homophobia is so summer of 2004. These days, all the cool kids are immigrant bashing.
Prediction: trisexual Zeta Reticulans will receive the brunt of the cool kids' bashing in the summer of 3006:
There are 70 different species of Greys. Eight of them are still coming to this Planet. There are two major kinds of Greys:
1) Markabians, from the Zeta Reticulans, who are about 4-5 feet tall.
2) Those from Belletrax (also in the Orion System) that are 3-5 feet tall. And another who ranges in height from 6-9 feet.
You heard it here first. Don't say I did't tell you so.
I loved the pictures and your comments. Your cousin and her children are beautiful. thanks pat
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