paul's nan on her 90th birthday in 2005. nan with paul's cousins, myself, paul, and mum. below: deric (dad-in-law), xmas 2004. below dad: my brother dave, sister-in-law piph, and cassie and amanda, my youngest nieces.
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left: lynette, my adopted sister and the maid of honour at my wedding, out at o'neills on my visit home in November 2004 right: christy and tom, more adopted siblings, on my birthday in september of 1999 at 211 nightclub (formerly empire, formerly un) with a group of friends.
mom and steph in taos, march 2003.
jan phillips
my mother was the baby of 6 born (according to my dad, she's still 25) to a very loving family ... she keeps those values with her to this day. she has taught me right from wrong and how to lead a life perhaps more giving of myself than i might have been otherwise. she is creative and paints, is still learning the piano, sings in a choir, volunteers at the church, and takes care of her friends in a wonderful way that i've done my best to learn from her. she is one of the more selfless people i have known in my life and she has done her best to always try to listen to what i have to say and understand what i may be going through, even when things were extremely precarious ... from allergies to teenage years, to what goes on in my head, and hospitalisations for this and that. for all of this, thanks mom. without you i wouldn't be who i am, and who i am is better having been born your daughter.
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terry phillips my dad hasn't always been the "littlest guy i've ever seen filled with so much rage" (thanks, tom!). before it became clear that i was a "girl", we used to do all kinds of fun stuff together. not many people have a picture of their dad in tights, but the occasion was an elizabethan banquet. dad used to have a moustache when I was younger ... it seems like a foreign thing on his face in photographs now, but apparently when I was a little girl he shaved it off for an official air force photo as they made him take in those days, and I saw him and ran away screaming, "that's not my daddy!". dad and I used to watch a lot of original star trek together, and I was a fan of spock, so there are photos of me at his softball games giving the vulcan sign with my hand. dad also taught me how not to throw like a girl (I eventually learned and made the jv softball team at lakenheath high). he taught me about the planes he flew and the ones his father, my granddaddy, did as well. he's cool enough of an air force guy to have been born the day the Air Force was created, September 18, 1947. and when his eyesight wouldn't let him be a pilot, he became a navigator instead, to fly the F-1-11 (dubbed the aardvark but originally the "whispering death"). i have fond memories of him teaching me wise things like "never eat the yellow snow" when he made snow ice cream at our tiny house in bury. oh, and last but not least ... don't ding his car door or he'll kick your headlights out ...
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| above far: my dad at his retirement ceremony from the u.s. air force. above: dad harrington (dad #2) with his accoustic guitar. below: mom #2 with brandy, val, brandon, and tom. please ignore obscene gesture. right: we're men, men in tights -- tight tights! my father looks like iago. | ||
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