Turkey day ramblings

This is Tyler and a friend playing dress up as Marines. I think this was for Halloween two years ago.



Not really. This is Tyler's graduation from Boot Camp at Camp Pendleton in San Diego. We went down to watch the ceremony and to meet some of his friends. This is his Drill Instructor, whose name escapes me now. This was a fun, whirlwind trip for us. Tyler is now on a boat listening to Arabic, the language the Marines have spent two and a half years teaching him.



This is the tribe minus Kim, Zach's wife, and Carsten and Addison, Zach's two children. I think Kim was taking the picture, so, of course, it would be difficult to have her in the picture with us. I think we had Carsten and Addie tied up in a closet while we took the picture and had a short birthday party for Zach. They didn't seem to mind too much, only crying for a short time after we let them out and kicking me in the shin periodically through the rest of the evening as they walked by. I guess they don't take to captivity too well.

We are preparing for our annual great feast. Mikki is working in the kitchen, peeling potatoes, mashing them, whipping filling for the pies, preparing crusts for the fillings, making rolls, setting up relish dishes, cooking turkey, making gravy, etc. And I am supervising. Or at least I was for a short time. Apparentely, women don't like supervison when they are feast fixing. Go figure! I can't print how she explained for me to leave the kitchen, since using that sort of language on here would probably get me expelled from the blog fraternity, and or, arrested. Mikki says I'm already arrested, mentally at least. I'm not sure what she means by that, but I'm sure it is some sort of female endearment. She does so love me.

I've just been informed that if I don't want to wear this computer, I'd better get off my - well, we'll leave that to your imagination - and start helping to set up chairs and tables. Happy Thanksgiving to everyone from the Martins!!!