Sometimes the journey is better traveled in pairs..

Much has changed since my last attempt at making something useful of this space:

-I've rediscovered the joys of Pam Tillis and the ladies of late '80s country.

-"Can You Duet" on CMT has proven tolerable.

-The check engine light on a certain Prelude seems to want to shine.

-Little Gracious publicly debuted as a ballerina.

-Austin has become the standout blogger in our relationship.

-We've decided to move to Memphis.


Someone somewhere must be having a good laugh regarding what has become of my existence. All the high expectations and unrealistic visions of life have given way to what had always been admonished as codependent and weak.

Perhaps I should write my 12-year-old self a letter regarding the value of crude humor, a hand to hold and combined finances. Then again, that would ruin the sweet surprise.

In preparing the betrothed for today's wedding, it was decided that the boys participating in our ceremony will forgo tuxedos and be spiffy in black suits.

So, what do you all think about this? Can we pull of black suits with matching ties? (I'm thinking pale yellow, btw.) There are many intangibles with this option, but we aren't having professional photography anyway.

Waiting for Target

Once again my love and I have been separated by geography. She has abandoned me to visit Historic Carter County (they have a covered bridge) and see her relatives, bff, and two small children. One assumes that while there she will show off the family jewels (the ring, minds out of the gutter people) and visit TCBY which is extinct in Hamilton County. In the meantime between crying bouts and self medicating I have been productive. I have read a book, watched the first season of Rome, and grilled for one. After visiting Cliff I briefly contemplated buying a PS3 for myself, but decided not to when I realized Rat Baby would have left me if I did. She later confirmed this during a telephone conversation we had after I received a mystery text that was apparently from her father telling me not to harm Rachel. I may have been sending threatening texts myself during a bored moment last night. Apparently now if I don't have Ms. Dugger around I get bored and don't know what to do with myself. So I have to marry her, but not until I supply the aforementioned father with the Bride Price. He has been hinting at cows but I'm thinking it will probably be arrows and blankets. If we had met earlier in life he might have gotten a sweet 1992 Chrysler LeBaron (v6 convertible) thrown in for good measure but that ship has sailed. In other wedding news I think we have decided on tuxedos. Not what kind mind you, just that the men will be wearing some sort of tuxedos. I am pushing for something cool like white trimmed with gold or teal, but Rat Baby is boring and wants something like black. Maybe we can meet somewhere in the middle like black trimmed with gold (GO SAINTS!). I will now sign off to go wallow in misery until my betrothed returns and takes me to Target.

Go ye Ole' Betsy..

I am in the homeland and miss my lovey.

There is much to be said. But I will just tease.


K