"But ah'm not afraid of dyin'. Cause I know that when I get to heaven there are gonna be these wonderful trees, and ah'm gonna climb them. But you know what? Instead of leaves and flowers, those trees are gonna have fried eggs, and delicious Virginia ham, and big heaping bowls of biscuits and sausage gravy. And one day, Sammy, you're gonna meet me there, and we're gonna climb those breakfast trees together, and it's gonna be delicious and we're gonna be happy until the end of time."


Lucius P. McGillicuddy's Fantastical Frozen Delights

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I think this sounds like a dern good time, and I just started liking the stuff.
And whilst I'm going all-out country girl (I think there may have been a time in my past when I begged someone to shoot me if I ever owned up to such) I've been dying to go to this for years.
Won't someone take me there?


Just Married!

They did it! And we helped!


Like Puzzle Pieces from the Clay

I've been trying to post for some time now, but in the words of the inimitable Ani Difranco, "I got kinda...distracted."

Life is getting sweeter all around on a daily basis. You'll hear no complaints from me on this.
Though I have to say it is rather difficult to maintain the required amount of nonchalance when everything in your current periphery is so damn momentous. I know I'm not the first (or even the second, or the third) to announce the arrival of this cutie, but I'm mentioning it anyway, because it's neat. Like everyone else, I'm entirely mystified by the whole business. Miracle of life and all that. Like whoa.

My mom was ordained (again) today. This was the big one. She got a sash. A red sash. I'm sure it has a more official name than sash, but it wears much like one of those beauty queen jobs. An oddity: even after ten plus years, I can still jump through the liturgical hoops on auto-pilot. I can't describe how that disturbs me. Still, I was really proud of my mom, who finally found what she wanted to do when she grew up.

Next on the agenda, to no one's surprise, is the wedding of the century, which I could not be more excited and anxious about if it were my own.

I'm delighted for everyone, most especially me, because I'm looking down on all this from a wonderfully high place.


What's a Gung?

I don't get many search hits, but these amused Us:

Yahoo!: gallery of gung fuckers at schools hot
Dogpile: Cute Amish Guys

My question: If you're looking for cute Amish guys, is the internet really the ideal place? I get the feeling the Amish don't maintain much of a presence, but perhaps I'm ill-informed.

Speaking of the internets...
Heavy has compiled more Star Wars spoofs than you could ever care to viddy in one convenient place (including some old standbys, like Troops, arguably still my favorite thanks to the cameo of Tom Servo as the stolen droid). I'm not kidding, it's a veritable crap ton. Be sure you don't miss Grocery Store Wars, an organic produce PSA featuring, among others, Obi-Wan Cannoli, Cuke Skywalker, Tofu-D2, and C3 Peanuts. It's all under "Sith Happens" on the front page.

In the last two days, two old friends have informed me they're moving back to Knoxville for the summer. This adds a whole new flavor to a summer that was already shaping up to be pretty damn tasty. Jen and Mike M., it will be delightful to have you about.

Here's to You, Mrs. Bancroft

Listening to
: Tom Waits - Knife Chase


Curiously Delicious

My ex (aka ROSS ALAN RUPPEL of Franklin, TN, DOB 1/17/82 are you happy now?--ed. 6/9/2005)sent me this article. I'll be back when I've finished sifting through the layers of irony.


Still Alive Underneath this Shroud

Damn rain. No roller coasters for me. Indian Food and Unleashed will have to suffice. And the fourth trip to the coffeehouse in as many days. Chad has a routine.

Had an rather unenjoyable phone conversation yesterday, and the funk has yet to subside. Remind me to kick you while you're down next time.

Watched The Empire Strikes Back last night. It's still the episode I know and love the most, and I know I'm not alone on that.

The dinner bell does the bell thing.

Listening to: Mos Def - Sex, Love, and Money