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*giggles* If these Bingo writing assignments keep coming, I'm going to have a group of Torren stories. This idea that I'm currently working on is making me giggle. Mostly because Torren, in my head, likes to pit Zalenka and McKay against each other. I think Teyla has had to come get her son from the science lab more than once because he's instigated a huge argument between the two men. Not like they need any excuse but...
In other news, we have snow on the ground again. Not a lot but it got cold enough yesterday that the ground allowed the solid moisture to stick around. It should be gone by this afternoon if we get sun. Don't know if we will or not. It's kind of overcast right now. I'm actually enjoying this kind of back and forth weather. It gets old after a time but I like snow ever so much better now when it's not going to get old and crusty and gray and there's NO ICE. Big plus. I don't mind snow. I HATE ICE.
Okay, so this afternoon, we're going to have visitors at Mom and Dad's house. My sister was the camp nurse last summer at a camp down in Nevada and she got to be good friends with the drummer for the camp band. He's much too young for her but I suppose a boy and a girl can just be friends. It could happen. Anyway, I finally saw her saying something to him on Facebook so I have his full name. His last name is Carrion. Okay, not a typical last name but not horrible either. But get this... if my sister were to marry him, her full name would be Amanda Carrion. Say that out loud. *falls over with spasms of glee* I do love to group her with people with odd last names that go so well with her full first name.
My dad is testing smoke detectors. You'd think that after the third beep I wouldn't jump quite so high. Guess I'm just twitchy today.
Now that my dad is Fire Chief of our little community, I hate answering the phone here. They get the oddest phone calls! I feel like I have to be just the tiniest bit professional about them, too. Like it's going to matter that there's someone on the other end of the line who isn't just laughing at the request to borrow a fire hose. Who else could say they get asked that?
In other news, we have snow on the ground again. Not a lot but it got cold enough yesterday that the ground allowed the solid moisture to stick around. It should be gone by this afternoon if we get sun. Don't know if we will or not. It's kind of overcast right now. I'm actually enjoying this kind of back and forth weather. It gets old after a time but I like snow ever so much better now when it's not going to get old and crusty and gray and there's NO ICE. Big plus. I don't mind snow. I HATE ICE.
Okay, so this afternoon, we're going to have visitors at Mom and Dad's house. My sister was the camp nurse last summer at a camp down in Nevada and she got to be good friends with the drummer for the camp band. He's much too young for her but I suppose a boy and a girl can just be friends. It could happen. Anyway, I finally saw her saying something to him on Facebook so I have his full name. His last name is Carrion. Okay, not a typical last name but not horrible either. But get this... if my sister were to marry him, her full name would be Amanda Carrion. Say that out loud. *falls over with spasms of glee* I do love to group her with people with odd last names that go so well with her full first name.
My dad is testing smoke detectors. You'd think that after the third beep I wouldn't jump quite so high. Guess I'm just twitchy today.
Now that my dad is Fire Chief of our little community, I hate answering the phone here. They get the oddest phone calls! I feel like I have to be just the tiniest bit professional about them, too. Like it's going to matter that there's someone on the other end of the line who isn't just laughing at the request to borrow a fire hose. Who else could say they get asked that?
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Date: 2011-04-09 04:36 pm (UTC)From:The only thing funnier than the fire drills at my first high school, were the hurricane drills. The staff would line us up on the walls outside the classrooms, almost as if we were all heading for the firing squad. They would tell us to sit in the fetal position while covering our heads with our hands. At one point, someone started talking, and when the instructor told him to be quiet, he said, "Why? Is the hurricane going to hear me?"
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Date: 2011-04-09 05:04 pm (UTC)From:On a related note...
I grew up in Fallon, Nevada. You might have heard of it as that is where Top Gun is located now. For a Naval base, it has very few ships and quite a few planes. Every day, at least once a day, there was a sonic boom. Great fun. It was just something we got used to, though. One thing that the planes weren't supposed to do was do any sort of fly overs in town.
When this story takes place, it was around 1980 (oh, I'm so old) and the Cold War is still firmly in place. I'm a third grader who has a seat by the window. One day, during Science, I was staring out the window and saw two planes flying in low. They weren't supposed to but I could tell they were going to do a fly over and we were going to get that blast sound. Without really thinking about the panic I would cause, I yelled, "The Russians are coming!" and dove under my desk. The chaos in my class when they heard that engine wash. *cackles*
Yes, I was a horrid youngster.
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Date: 2011-04-09 05:50 pm (UTC)From:"Yeah, because elementary school desks would save the world from a nuclear explosion."
LOL
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Date: 2011-04-09 07:27 pm (UTC)From:I'm not sure why they ever thought that those desks would save them. Wood and metal. Not such a great savior from anything but maybe a food fight.