These pictures are a couple months old, but I just finished editing them so I thought I’d share. They were taken in June when we went to Gulf Shores, AL with our friends (including the Amazing Maisie).
Josh and Meredith were expecting their first son while we were there and of course had to take some maternity pictures on the beach.
Meredith had a pretty rough pregnancy but she looked great in these pictures.
These last three are some of my favorites.
This isn’t meant to be a political post.
Typically I really dislike discussing politics because people get so worked up, nobody ever changes their minds and there is typically a lot of misinformation being thrown around (“Obama is a crazy Muslim who won’t salute the flag”, ”McCain isn’t qualified because he can’t use a computer or text message”-I actually read that almost exact quote on a website).
This election I’ve gotten more disinterested by the sensationalism of the media (Is it really important who designs Sarah Palin’s glasses?) and I’m pretty much ready for the whole thing to be over, regardless of how it ends up. I know the outcome I’m hoping for, well more like the outcome I’m reluctantly voting for in hopes that the other outcome won’t happen, but I’m not really energized about it.
One thing I do believe wholeheartedly is that the government will always find a way to make even the simplest things complicated and illogical. Case in point: The DMV
Is there anyone who enjoys going to the DMV? Anyone who find their operation (or the post office, or the social security office) efficient and effective? I think not.
Stephen and I moved to our new house about three weeks ago. When you move you then get the joy of forwarding your mail (which we had to call them three times to try to get it straightened out–for some reason our forwarding stickers weren’t being put on and the people who moved into our old house had to keep dropping off our mail. Mind you it’s only two streets over, but in a way that makes it worse because I’m pretty sure we have the same mail carrier and they couldn’t figure it out), and changing your address in a whole bunch of places.
All of the address changes to credit cards, magazine subscriptions and bills have been easy. Piece of cake. Some take a quick phone call but most take two minutes to do online.
Then there is the drivers license.
I’ve been forgetting to do it until I have to show my ID for something. I was reminded last night when I ordered a fabulous mango margarita at dinner and made a mental note to change my address online at work tomorrow. So I Google the Georgia DMV’s website and search for change of address. In Georgia everyone is entitled to receive one free address change on your license per renewal cycle. Since we moved two years ago I knew this one wouldn’t be free, but that’s fine. Only when I plugged in my license number and social security number I got this screen:
If you can’t read that paragraph in red it says:
Address change denied. You have already received one free replacement license during this renewal cycle. Only one free replacement per renewal cycle is allowed. You must renew your license at a Customer Service Center to change your address.
Are you kidding me?! I understand I only get one freebie but because I’ve already used it I now have to take time off work to drive to the DMV, wait in a long line, deal with inept people who most likely hate their jobs all to do something that I should be able to do online? Something that the DMV has the capability to do online? Something that every other company has setup to do online? I do not understand this; it makes no sense.
I’m not that internet savvy, but even I was able to setup a Paypal account for my work so we could take credit cards on our website for an event that we do. You’d think they’d want to cut out as much foot traffic coming into the DMV as possible by letting people do simple things LIKE CHANGE THEIR ADDRESS online. You’d think whoever came up with the online system for the free licenses would think “hey, we should set this up for the non-free ones as well. That would make sense and people would like it.”
But that’s the government for you. A vision of logic and efficiency.
Just imagine if they get control of our healthcare.
I know the song is about Christmas, but to me the most wonderful time of the year is approaching: Autumn!
I LOVE fall. It’s my absolute favorite time of the year. Even thinking about about it makes me all giddy inside. (Seriously.)
I’m a holdout though. I refuse to put out decorations or start thinking about fall immediately after Labor Day. To me, it has to feel like fall.
Today there is a very slight chill in the air and that mysterious energy that comes when the seasons are just starting to change. So in anticipation of the coming season I decided to list my favorite things about fall:
- No more constant sweating in the humidity of the ATL!
-Time for sweaters and cute fall clothes.
-College football and tailgating! I love having season tickets with our friends because it’s built-in hang out time. Go Jackets!
-Changing leaves. Is there anything more beautiful than a forest that looks like its on fire because the leaves are such bright colors? Here is a picture I took last fall at Big Canoe. Sigh. 
(You can see all the pictures I took there by clicking on the link to my Flickr pictures on the left and then the “Big Canoe” set.)
-Pumpkins!
-Carving pumpkins! (Even though I typically end up doing all the work. Stephen gets bored after about 15 minutes.)
-Fall cooking: baking pumpkin bread, making pot roasts in the crock pot, the flavors of cinnamon and nutmeg, etc.
-Drinking spiced cider, hot chocolate, and this amazing pumpkin flavored coffee.
-Decorating the house with all my fall decorations. I’m really sad I might not be able to do this this year since we just moved in and the house is a wreck.
-Halloween! I love dressing up or even just seeing kids dressed up and excited.
-Fires (as in bon or in the fireplace). One of my ultimate goals in life is to someday have an outdoor fireplace. Like this one:
-The smell of burning leaves.
-The crunchy sound of walking on fallen leaves.
-Thanksgiving! (and the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade) My favorite holiday!
-Knowing that Christmas is right around the corner.
AND…
-My anniversary! We got married November 4 and had total fall themed wedding. And a DeLorean.
(Don’t worry, it was on a Friday night as to not interfere with college football.)
Here’s to a happy fall y’all! 
I cannot believe its been seven years since that surreal day. I still remember so much of it and the days that followed in such detail, that I now understand how my parent’s generation can instantly recall where they were when JFK was shot, and how my grandparent’s generation knows right where they were when they heard about Pearl Harbor. I figure since it’s likely that I will be telling this story someday to my children and maybe even grandchildren, I should document it in writing before more of the lesser details are forgotten. God willing this will be the only moment like this in my lifetime for me to remember.
I was in my sophomore year at Carson-Newman College, a small Christian school up in Jefferson City, Tennessee (between Knoxville and Pigeon Forge). Since it was a Christian school, we had to accumulate so many ‘chapel credits’ a semester by going to chapel services or special events. Chapel was held Tuesday mornings at like 9am or 9:30am. My roommate Amy decided to go to chapel that morning as did a lot of my friends; I think they were doing an awards ceremony or something. I however decided to sleep in until I had to get ready for my 10:30am class.
I remember my alarm went off probably a little after 9, and I kind of remember the radio DJ saying something about a plane hitting the world trade center and how maybe you should check out your news station, but I was in that weird still-kind-of-asleep dreamy state so I didn’t really understand or get what he said.
A couple of snooze button sessions later I got out of bed and headed to the shower to get ready for my class. I flipped the TV on before heading into the bathroom as I did everyday so I could listen as I was in the shower. Only this day I never made it to the shower.
I think my TV was on Good Morning America or the Today Show or something, I’m not sure. All I remember is staring at the TV. I think at the time I tuned in, the Pentagon had recently been hit and the first tower had just fallen. They kept switching between the live feed of the single tower burning and the replays of the second plane hitting and the first tower falling. It was unbelievable, and one of the few moments in my life where I felt so many strong, overwhelming emotions at once. Confusion, disbelief, sadness, shock, horror and amazement. It was so surreal. I remember opening up my door and frantically looking down the hall of my dorm to see if anyone else was watching this and could verify that this was real and actual happening. I didn’t see anyone so I rushed back to the TV. I remember watching in horror as the second tower fell. That large antennae on the top of the building swaying slightly as it fell before it became hidden within a huge cloud of dust. Seeing those images of the burning towers now you know what to expect, and you expect them to fall. However watching that day and trying to simply take in and comprehend what had already taken place in a short amount of time, the idea that they would completely collapse was a foreign idea. The newscasters didn’t know much at that point; but we knew something was happening.
By this point I was almost late to my class. I didn’t really care about my class, but part of me wanted to interact with other people and see if they could comprehend this any better. I quickly put on some clothes and ran out the door to my graphic design class. The campus was abuzz. There was a strange energy you could feel. Apparently the college president had to break the news that the WTC and Pentagon had been attacked at that morning’s chapel, but as far as I knew many of those students hadn’t yet seen the footage. I arrived at my classroom where of course everyone was talking about it. I remember one guy saying “one tower has fallen” and I informed everyone that actually both towers were gone.
Most teachers cancelled class immediately in light of the events. However my teacher, Ms. Campbell, said despite what was going on, we needed to focus and do some work. I remember being so mad at her and thinking she was insensitive. I don’t know why, but I remember we went outside to take some pictures of each other with the class digital camera (still not commonplace back then) for a ’self-portrait’ project we would be working on. I know I sillily had the thought that I wish I had showered and put on something other than a t-shirt. I remember being frustrated because everyone else was walking around campus and talking about what was going on while we seemed to be the only class actually meeting. After about an hour Ms. Campbell realized we were all too distracted and she cancelled class.
I met some friends at the student center where a huge crowd had gathered around the big screen TVs in the student lounge. The room had over 100 people in it but it was strangely silent. No one knew what to think of it all. The towers were gone, the Pentagon was hit, and the plane crash in Pennsylvania had been discovered.
That year was Carson-Newman’s sesquicentennial (150th) celebration. There events taking place through out the school year, but the afternoon and evening of September 11 was supposed to be the big community anniversary celebration. I remember seeing the delivery man for the blow up jumpy games walk into the student center and find a school administrator asking if the event was still taking place and the administrator saying he didn’t think so. It was cancelled as were classes for the rest of the day.
I walked numbly back to my dorm room to drop off my stuff and found my roommate Amy there. She was extremely worried because one of her best friends was a freshman at NYU and she hadn’t been able to reach him yet. There wasn’t anything else to do so I went with my friend Charlotte to our friends Leah and Jill’s dorm room to watch it on TV. We talked about the rumors we’d heard about, how other US cities were supposed to be targets (Atlanta had been mentioned by someone), and how crazy the whole thing was. I remember Leah putting a tape in the VCR to start recording the news coverage and that was one of the first times I objectively thought that I was in fact witnessing a huge moment in history.
The rest of the day went by in sort of a blur. I talked to my parents who were in Texas for my Aunt’s funeral which had taken place the week prior. I spoke with Stephen who described what was happening at Georgia Tech, and it sounded similar to what we were experiencing at Carson-Newman. My roommate finally got in touch with her friend, thankfully he was alright. A prayer vigil had been scheduled on campus for that evening after dinner.
I remember walking with my friend Charlotte to the dining hall and stopping on the way and looking up into the sky. It was such a strange feeling to know that at that moment, all across America there were absolutely no planes flying. I doubt (hope) I’ll ever be able to look into the sky again and have that thought.
They days that followed were also a little surreal. Everyday we learned a little more about what had happened, and heard more amazing and heartbreaking stories about victims and heroes. Regular TV shows were replaced by all day news coverage, with the the images of the burning and falling towers playing over and over and over again. Those images were almost memorizing, and you couldn’t get away from them. Every other channel it seemed, the ones without news programs, had scrolling marquees and memorial ribbons stating their patriotism and regret for the tragic events. New terms, names and places that I hadn’t heard before were suddenly talked about all the time: Ground Zero, Osama Bin Laden, Rudy Giuliani, FDNY, United 93, War on Terror, 9/11, and Shanksville PA, just to name a few. Gone were the days of speedy airport security, thinking our country was impenetrable, and the date “September 11″ being as insignificant and nondescript as any other.
It’s been seven years and in some respects it seems like yesterday and in others it seems ages ago. I loved the patriotism that erupted across the country after September 11, 2001. It seemed every house and car had an American flag waving from it and the country truly united together. I hate how a short seven years later we’ve lost the majority of that unity, and it seems that many aspects of 9/11 have become politicized and even distorted. We’ve become callused to the events of that day and the emotions we felt.
As I write this I’m sitting in a hotel room in Albany, Georgia watching MSNBC’s original news broadcast of 9/11. Watching the unedited footage brings back those emotions I felt on that day. It is still shocking, and heartbreaking, and confusing.
I think its important to see these images and watch this footage from time to time to remember and relive the most recent turning point in American history, and to pay respect to the victims and their families who were personally affected. We should not forget.
I know I won’t forget.
This made me laugh. There was an article in our local paper today about how the city of Atlanta is launching a poster campaign asking people to stop giving money to panhandlers in hopes that it will curb the amount of beggars loitering around downtown. However one business owner had a different idea:
”Rufus Terrill isn’t sold. Fed up by vagrants, the pub owner recently built a robot that patrols his downtown Atlanta property.”
He built a ROBOT to look after his pub. Awesome.
Also awesome is that if you Google ‘patrol robot’ in images, you have multiple options to choose from. Here is my favorite. I think the seatbelt is a nice touch.
Today at work I’m wearing black flip flops.
I bought them as shower shoes at Wal-Mart last month for $1.99. Why am I wearing them with my business casual outfit today? They were the only black shoes I could find this morning.
Stephen and I are officially in our new house. We don’t technically own it yet (that’s another story), but we’re there. I just can’t find anything. And we leave for Boston tomorrow night and won’t be back until Sunday.
We’re having fun….but are just a little stressed.
I have a special fondness for Neil Diamond.
I know that is uncommon for many girls my age. It all dates back to my childhood when every summer and spring break my family would pack in the old gray van and journey to either Wichita Falls, Texas to Aunt Jo’s farm or Albuquerque, NM to see the grandparents. We went a lot (which is the reason I didn’t see the ocean till a 5th grade field trip to Cumberland Island) and in the many hours that it takes to get from Kentucky or Georgia to Texas or New Mexico we had about five tapes that we played (this was way before ipods or even walkmans).
Our rotation included:
Andy Williams
Sandi Patti
the “Crusin’ Classics” oldies tapes you got from the Shell gas station (which I was thrilled to find a picture of and a song list of each one at this person’s blog)
and Neil Diamond.
I have so many memories of riding in the van down the highway in the middle of nowhere Texas, watching the oil rigs go by with “Brother Love’s Traveling Salvation Show” and “Sweet Caroline” blasting from the stereo. Thanks to those trips I know and love Neil Diamond.
Then I read an article today saying he did this:
Ailing singer pledges refunds
Neil Diamond’s offer called ‘unprecedented’Wednesday, August 27, 2008 3:24 AMTHE COLUMBUS DISPATCHAfter a subpar performance Monday night in Value City Arena, Neil Diamond yesterday apologized and offered refunds to the 11,000 people who attended the concert.
Diamond, whose voice was extremely hoarse throughout the show, said yesterday that he is suffering from acute laryngitis. Ordered by doctors to rest his voice, he canceled his two other shows this week — today in Green Bay, Wis., and Friday in St. Louis.
Some industry veterans said they’d never heard of a performer offering refunds because of the quality of the show.
Tracy Tucker, former executive director of Germain Amphitheater, couldn’t recall giving a refund for such a reason in the 14 years of the amphitheater.
“The only time we issued refunds was when an advertised act did not play, for some reason,” she said.
A throat ailment for a singer isn’t unusual, especially for someone such as Diamond, who is 67 and performing three times a week on a lengthy tour.
How awesome is that? He willingly refunded 11,000 tickets to his concert because he wasn’t happy with his performance. The best part was what he wrote in a statement after his decision to do this:
Dear Fans in Columbus,” the singer said in a statement, “I haven’t let you down before, and I won’t let you down now. Until you hear from me again remember, You are the sun. I am the moon. You are the words. I am the tune. Forgive me. I love you. Neil.
I forgive you Neil.
my car in reverse, and a whole bunch of rain, I am now rocking an old Nokia phone circa the 2000-2001 Powertel/Voicestream era. In fact, I get to see the Powertel ‘P’ when I turn the phone on and then display ’Voicestream’ as my carrier. It brings back memories.
I’m infinitely grateful to my mother who never throws anything away for providing me with a temporary phone, and lucky that I was able to find my cell phone in front of my driveway (I knew I’d lost it, I just didn’t know where). I’m also really happy that the SIM card still works, which I was surprised at by the amount of heavy rain we got yesterday. I was afraid I was going to have to create one of those annoying Facebook groups called “Rhonda backed over her cell phone and therefore needs everyone’s phone number.”
While it doesn’t have all the bells and whistles of a cell phone I’ve grown acustom to (no camera or full color display) its not all that bad.
Pros of the Nokia 8260 :
-It has the obnoxious old school mono ring tones. No more radio version multi-instrument songs for me. I’m going to stand out in the crowd with the original ear piercing “Nokia tune.”
-It has the original Snake game, which I never was able to fully master
-It’s kind of vintage, and I like vintagey things
-It’s not so vintage that its big and bulky like this:
-It’s durable, since I know my mom carried this phone for at least 5 years and it’s still going strong (I’m still going to try to avoid backing over it.)
-It’s a phone, plain and simple
Even though its not half bad, I will still miss my old Samsung phone for a couple of reasons. One, it was a slide phone and I got it before slide phones became all the rage; and two, playing its ring tones (not mono, but not straight up radio songs) was the only way to call my cat. Sounds weird, but he doesn’t answer to his name (even though he knows it), but would always come running anytime I played my cell phone’s ring tones.
But if those are my biggest inconveniences about losing my cell phone, I’ll take them. I’m just glad I don’t have to create a Facebook group.
A message board I frequent used to do “Happy/Crappy” where you had to post something happy about your day and something crappy. I had an interesting evening in Rome (Georgia–not Italy) last Thursday and thought I would recap it in a similar fashion.
Happy: It was a beautiful Thursday afternoon.
Crappy: I had to drive up to Rome that night for a makeup class for school.
Happy: I get to Rome early and spot a Panera to grab a snack and finish up my homework.
Super Happy: Next to Panera is a Gamestop who actually has the elusive Wii Fit that we’ve been looking for all over Atlanta.
Crappy: Panera forgets to put caramelized onions on my panini.
Happy: WiFi keeps me entertained during class.
Crappy: Our teacher does not let us out early.
Crappy: Due to lack of caramelized onions I am still hungry when class lets out at 10pm.
Happy: Spot the golden arches of McDonald’s on my way out of town. (normally this wouldn’t make me happy, but I was really hungry)
Crappy: Sitting in the drive thru for 10 minutes without moving.
More Crappy: Hearing odd clunking noises from the car while sitting in said drive thru.
Sill More Crappy: Seeing ’check engine’ light come on causing me to leave drive thru before being able to get food.
Happy: Spotting a brightly lit BP across the street to pull in to.
Crappy: Having to call my husband and my father because I have no idea what to do about the car.
Happy: Feeling a sense of accomplishment for adding oil and checking the radiator all by myself. (This may not sound like a lot, but for me who knows nothing about cars, it is.)
Crappy: Engine is now overheated and check engine light is still on.
Happy: Gas station has the three things I was looking for before I get back on the road: a gallon of water, hand sanitizer, and a clean bathroom.
Crappy: Have to go inside to order at McDonalds because father does not want the car to sit and idle with a hot engine.
Crappy: The cashier at McDonald’s is very slow and doesn’t seem to understand what a large, regular flavored iced coffee means.
Happy: Said iced coffee and ‘Southern Style Chicken Sandwich’ (AKA McD’s Chick-Fil-A knockoff) are surprisingly tasty.
Undecided: Getting back on the road, I discover the “John Tesh radio show.” Kind of like the male version of Delilah.
Happy: Needle on engine temperature drops from hot to normal after driving for a little while, just like father said it would.
Crappy: Almost immediately after needle drops, car starts making rattling noises and stops accelerating.
Super Crappy: Car goes dead while still driving down the highway, in the middle of nowhere.
Really Super Crappy: Trying to coast a dead car off to the non-existant shoulder while trying to see out the windshield that is blocked with the massive amounts of steam coming from the hood, all while trying to not cause a wreck and trying to locate the emergency hazard lights so other drivers know there is something wrong and that I’m not just a moron for driving 25 mph on the highway.
Even More Crappy: Hazard lights are nowhere to be found.
Really Super Hallelujah Happy: When I finally get over to the right, a big turn lane for a random country road appears giving me a safe place to pull over.
Crappy: Having to call and tell father that while the engine temp is no longer showing hot, the entire car is dead with steam pouring out of the hood on the side of the highway in the middle of nowhere.
Happy: Having the kind of father who immediately starts getting ready to come get you on the side of the road at 11:30pm when you’re an hour away.
Crappy: Not knowing where I am in the middle of nowhere (“maybe ten miles from the McDonald’s” doesn’t really help).
Happy: Spotting a sign for the random country road to call and tell husband where I am.
Crappy: Having bad cell reception and a dying cell phone in a time like this.
Happy: Thanks to GoogleMaps, husband is able to find exactly where I am in order to relay to father and AAA.
Happy: Finding the car manual in the glove compartment to try and find where the hazard lights are.
Crappy: Having to stare at the manual for 5 minutes before finding them (Tip: If you have a ‘94 Volvo 850 I HIGHLY recommend locating your hazard lights before you need to use them, because their location is NOT obvious).
Crappy: Now having to wait close to an hour for father and AAA to come find me.
Happy: Actually having some time to do my homework from class.
Crappy: Due to using WiFi during class, laptop battery is pretty much dead and thereby depriving me of doing homework, listening to music or playing solitaire.
More Crappy: Having to hand write homework by the light of the overhead dome light.
Still More Crappy: After a while the battery on the car starts going and the dome light starts flickering with the off beat of the hazards giving the effect of a slow strobe light.
Happy: Father arrives to rescue me from the middle of nowhere!
More Happy: After inspecting the engine it appears that the turbo hose connection thing to the engine broke away and therefore the breakdown is not due to my lack of checking the oil earlier like we thought.
Even More Happy: Ten minutes after father arrives, so does AAA tow truck man. He’s nice and hooks the car up quickly. (He wasn’t really a teddy bear, but the picture is just for visual effect.)
Crappy: Despite it being way after midnight, we now have to lead tow truck man to our mechanic an hour away before father can take me home.
Happy: Having time to chat with father on the way.
More Happy: We arrive at the mechanic’s all right, drop the car off and father takes me home.
Crappy: It is now a little after 2am, and husband wants to leave at 7am to drive to Charleston and I haven’t packed yet.
More Crappy: Due to massive iced coffee and the craziness of the night, I am unable to really sleep at all.
Happy: After a fitful night, I’m able to get up, quickly pack and sleep the entire way to Charleston for a fun weekend.
Overall, while being a crappy situation, I was very lucky that I was able to pull the car over safely when it was dead, have a cell phone, AAA membership and a great father to come and get me. The entire situation could have been a whole lot worse.
I heart the Olympics!
Seriously, is there anything better than watching amazing international competition between the best of the best? Also, is there any catchier theme song than the Olympic song? Think about it….now you’ll be humming it in your head for the rest of the day.
I’ll admit, I’m a bit surprised by how much Olympic watching I’ve participated in thus far. I hardly watched the Sydney or Athens games; in fact the only thing I can remember from them was hearing about some kid named Michael Phelps who was over to take over the world by swimming. And I think its safe to say that he has. (How awesome was that relay?! Take that France!)
Last night Stephen and I stayed up way too late watching the US woman’s gymnastics team along with more Michael Phelps domination and a little synchronized diving. Even though we lost the gold medal to China, watching the gymnastics competition brought a lot of things to my mind. The first is that I am extraordinarily out of shape and inflexible (not that I could have ever done anything more than a cartwheel at my prime fitness level), but I also wondered what I could potentially acomplished if I had even half of the dedication and discipline these young girls have. I am by no means old, but watching girls 10 years younger than you accomplishing such great things can make you feel a little lazy. Especially if you already feel a little lazy.
Watching gymnastics last night also brought back memories of watching gymnastics when I was younger. Like most young girls, anytime it was an Olympic year I would have dreams and fantasies of being an Olympic gymnast (despite the fact that I had never taken a gymnastics class in my life) and then two years later I would switch my mythical aspirations to ice skating (I DID take six weeks of ice skating lessons in fifth grade, but then I had hip surgery which I like to think is the main reason for my lack of an Olympic career).
My most vivid Olympic gymnastic memory was when the games were played in my own back yard of Atlanta. I remember that the night of the infamous “Magnificent 7″ woman’s US team competition I was spending the night at my friend Melissa’s house with my other friend Kate. We stayed up late with her mom and little sister Jill watching girls very close to our age compete neck and neck to win the gold over Russia. The competition culminated with the nerve-wracking vault by Kerri Strug that caused the US to win the gold. (Which by the way I just learned thanks to Wikipedia was the first time the US had won the gold in woman’s team gymnastics.) Watching that vault brings me back to the summer of 1996 when I was 14, yelling and cheering at the TV in Melissa’s living room.
To me, moments like that are what the Olympics are all about.
Looking back on it now, I wish I had paid more attention and taken advantage more of when the Olympics were in Atlanta. I went to only one event, woman’s softball where it was USA vs China. It wasn’t the finals, but it turned out to be the final match-up for the gold (USA won of course). It was a fun experience cheering for your country instead of a particular team. My one regret is that the event took place outside of downtown, and therefore I didn’t get to experience the hub of where everything was happening or see the torch ‘live’. (Did anyone else think our torch looked like the packaging for McDonalds french fries?)
Then again when the Olympics occurred in Atlanta I was only 14 so getting to downtown on my own really wasn’t an option.
Who knows, maybe someday the games will come back to Atlanta and I’ll have another chance. However, ATL may be blacklisted for creating the worst mascot in Olympic history. Oh well.
So in conclusion…GO USA!!!
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