Well. Shit. If both Vickie and Kevin are going to update today, I guess I should too. Let's gloss over the big stuff, shall we? Since my last update we (that is, myself*, Vickie, CJ, and Tori) have been to Gatlinburg for a family vacation. So, what comes to your mind when you think of Gatlinburg, a tourist destination in Tennessee nested deep in the Smokey Mountains? If the answer is "NINJAS!" then you'd be correct! Other acceptable answers include "air soft rifles", "old tyme photos", "taffy/fudge" and "redneck exploitation". But most certainly, first on the list are ninjas and knights. Every other shop, ever other shop will have swords and martial weapons. You need Aragon's sword? Gatlinburg. Excalibur? It's home is in the Smokey Mountains. Dokens and nunchucks? Where else but the state of Tennessee? They also have every type of redneck exploitative piece of merchandise available - I can't tell if the people buying the stuff are making fun of rednecks or truly believe what they're buying and can't get it elsewhere. I was certainly taken back by the amount of racist clothing accessories available from as subtle as the Rebel Flag to as obvious as bumper stickers asking, "Why Do I Have To Hide My White Pride" (coincidentally flanked on both sides by the Rebel "It Means Heritage" Flag). My fear of heights was put to an all new test, and I nearly pissed myself. Twice. The views from the mountain tops were euphoric, the rides in the Uber Gatlinburg park were a blast, the trips on the ski lifts were serene, and possibly most of all, the indoor pool at the hotel was a nightly treasure.

Since then I have been concerning myself with preparing for this wedding, which takes more than you may know because there are a number of things about this wedding that are not typical to your, erm, typical wedding.

Jesus God In Heaven. Have you seen Dead Birds? Scariest. Movie. Ever. Props to Chris for introducing it to me.

Sounds like Misty has hung up the towel for a while on the whole running-a-website game. I understand - I'm plenty burnt out on my site, which is why I take a month or so in between updates. I should probably embrace the entire concept of a blog and set it up so that I can add little tiny updates and you can read them all at once, you know, like every one else's blog.

BE AWARE! The PiQNic looms large! July 23rd is the date! MASSIVE and HUGE thanks to Nichole and Angela and Missy for helping to get this one together while I plan the other big things this year.

* - Wow. Just, wow. When I typed that sentence, my hands fuggerd the spelling of "myself" into "mysql" (I did it again, just now!), a word which I don't think I've typed more than myself, but it just rolls off the fingertips. Odd.