Friday, June 29, 2007

Sweet Sarah and her dad



I thought I'd post a few pictures of my beautiful friend Sarah and her wonderful dad that I took at her wedding this past April. He passed away this weekend and I just felt like I wanted to remember what a fabulous and loving father he was to my dear friend . . .

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Driving in Atlanta

Adam's sweet grandma sent this to me - enjoy! :-)

HOW TO DRIVE IN ATLANTA --

1. You must first learn to pronounce the city name, it is Etlanna

2. The morning rush hour is from 5:00am to noon. The evening rush hour is from noon to 7:00pm. Friday's rush hour starts on Thursday morning.

3. The minimum acceptable speed on most freeways is 85 mph. Anything less is considered "Wussy".

4. Forget the traffic rules you learned elsewhere. Atlanta has its own version of traffic rules For example, cars or trucks with the loudest muffler go first at a four-way stop; the trucks with the biggest tires go second. However, in Roswell & Alpharetta, SUV-driving, cell phone-talking moms ALWAYS have the right of way.

5. If you actually stop at a yellow light, you will be rear ended, cussed out, and possibly shot.

6. Never honk at anyone. Ever. Seriously. It's another offense that can get you shot.

7. Road construction is permanent and continuous in all of Atlanta and surrounding counties. Detour barrels are moved around for your entertainment pleasure during the middle of the night to make the next day's driving a bit more exciting.

8. Watch carefully for road hazards such as drunks, skunks, dogs, cats, barrels, cones, celebs, rubberneckers, shredded tires, cell phoners, deer and other road kill, and the buzzards feeding on any of these items.

9. MapQuest does not work here, none of the roads are where they say they are or go where they say they do and all the freeway off and on ramps are moved each night.

10. If someone actually has their turn signal on, wave them to the shoulder immediately to let them know it has been "accidentally activated."

11. If you are in the left lane and only driving 70 in a 55-65 mph zone, you are considered a road hazard and will be "flipped off" accordingly. If you return the flip, you'll be shot.

12. Do not try to estimate travel time, just leave Monday afternoon for Tuesday appointments, by noon Thursday for Friday and right after church on Sunday for anything on Monday morning.

13. Above all else, enjoy your driving experience, because if you actually get where you are going on time, everybody else will be late.

Sunday, June 17, 2007

what's up with us . . .

We've been traveling like fiends so far this summer . . . so it feels good to finally be in our house for more than a day at a time!

We spent a week in Puerto Vallarta Mexico to celebrate my parents' 25th wedding anniversary. We stayed in a beautiful resort complete with personal cabanas, sailboats, and swaying palm trees :-) The mountains in the distance dotted with relics of houses and towering churches bring an air of old-world charm and sophistication that many oceanside resorts seem to lack. It was fantastically relaxing, a whole week consisting of laying in the sun reading :-) perfect!

We did actually venture out from the resort for a couple outings - one of them, to a deserted (yet still decidedly tourist-aimed) section of beach where we enjoyed a dinner on an open air patio overlooking the water, surrounded by thousands of candles and no electricity. After stuffing ourselves, we spent another day lounging by the pool and strolling on the beach, before venturing out again for a tour of a town called San Sebastien.


As we bounced along on the nearly two hour drive through the mountains, we met a Mexican cowboy hawking cheese from a basket on the side of his horse, drove over a red-gated bridge that seemed far too skinny for two cars to safely pass on above a deep ravine, and finally pulled up to a time-worn building emitting faint whiffs of coffee and cinnamon. We spent the day touring the old town of San Sebastien, a town which felt like it never left its hey-day of over 50 years ago. The downtown shop (a converted bar) still featured original bullet-holes in the ceiling and walls. The abuela (grandmother) of the town let us tour her house/museum, where she showcases photos of her husband/uncle and their various in-laws and other incestuous relationships (maintaining pure Spanish blood was- and seems to still be here- a matter of great importance) All-in-all it was an interesting afternoon, which we finished off with some authentic Mexican food and a visit to a tiny tequila-distillery . . .

The next day, we flew home (where we spent a mere 8 hours) and then hopped in the car and drove to Daytona as "leaders" (whatever that means) for a senior high retreat with our church . . . it was a refreshing and tiring time (as oxymoronic as that sounds). I was refreshed and renewed by the lessons I learned from the speaker, my girls, and other leaders -- but my freshman girls didn't go to bed before 2:30am (and that is WAY past my bedtime these days) . . .

After a week in Daytona, we were home for a weekend before leaving for Dallas, TX to set up a showroom for work. The showroom looks great, but we returned home beat and are trying to recover and get our house in some semblance of cleanliness and order (considering there are still boxes in our garage and office)

Now we're home for a whole 2 weeks before heading up to Cleveland, GA to work at Camp Grace (but that's a story for another post!)

If you want to see more pictures from our Mexico trip - you can check them out here :-)
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