Evidently I am a scary person. For the last 11 years or so, people have been telling me that they were afraid of me when we first met. I find this very disturbing. I don't mean to be intimidating; I try very hard to be nice and friendly, but for some reason it always comes across as aggressive and threatening. Is it because I'm 6 feet tall? Because I can't do anything about that. Do I have "BACK OFF!" written in ink only others can see? What is wrong with me?!

  Last Sunday, we all went to the Fulton County Fair. It was so hot, but I'm glad we went. We walked around a lot, took pictures, tried to keep track of each other (didn't do so good at that), and ate lots of fair food: awesome blossom, funnel cakes, milkshakes, burgers in a bag, french fries, and cotton candy. Yeah, good times. It was great. The smell of hot food, the smell of hot people, rides containing screaming kids, barns full of prize animals. Ah, its good to be an American.

 

 

 

   Hey there loyal readers! I'm going to post a bunch of photos soon. I was cruising through my pics last night, and realized there's more from the last several months than I realized. Danielle, love the camping photos. Lora, thanks for letting us "see" inside your new home. People, xanga is still better than facebook! :o)