a braves kinda day.

at the sake of being a day two weeks late and a whole lot of dollars short, i am here to tell you that on memorial day, brad and i went to atlanta to see a braves game.  i had three oozing blisters on the bottom of both feet and could not stop sneezing.  it was basically limp...achoo...limp...achoo...i was pitiful.  then the game started and we were able to sit and that was great on the blisters and all, and such a relief to be in the 101 degree hot sun.  

while we were there, brad told me he could name all of the team members of the 1992 team...so let's hear it, dude.  batter, batter, swing...  he got a B+, not quite the ACE he was looking for, but i pride myself in being a strict teacher, and there was question of possible cheating.  we won't go into that here, though.  that's another day, another blog.

this day, being memorial day, they honored all the service men and women who have fought and are fighting for our country, and a few of the brave men and women even took to the field before the game started.

we interrupt this blog for...this tshirt. that light blue one right there.  it say, "even chuck norris wanted to be in the beta club."  every where we go, when i get home unknowing to me, the camera just finds cool, funny, off beat tshirts and takes their pictures.  so, i present to you my favorite of that day...

 back to our regularly scheduled blog.  you can thank me later.

as i was wiping the sweat from my brow, pits, behind the knees, legs...you get the point.  i looked way, way, way up...almost to heaven and saw all the men and women that the braves had chosen to honor that day in...well...almost heaven.  they had the worst seats in the house and i was floored that this is where they would choose to seat these individuals.

really, i was taken aback.  it was their day and they were in the nose bleeds...

the nose bleeds that were completely shaded.  see how calm and collected they were?  i was fanning like my life depended on it, just daring the person beside me to accidently come in contact with my wet skin, and there they were in the best seats in the house...with shade.  lucky them.  the braves know what they are doing after all.

not me.

shocker.

dear buzzard bluff.

sunday before heading home from a weekend in knoxville, braddstudios and myself made a quick trip up to buzzard bluff in harriman, tennessee to lookout over the vast east tennessee land.  braddstudios had been up there with his brother and uncle weeks before and he thought i needed a turn.  (i really think he just wanted me to drive to knoxville that weekend so he threw in "hey, let's go to buzzard bluff...but we will HAVE to bring your SUV or we can't go..."  and i fell for it.  i always do.

and here's where you come in..."from the lakes of minnesota, to the hills of tennessee...across the plains of texuuuussss..."  okay, lets' stop.  we get the picture.  literally.  see it?

it was real pretty.  and made me thankful for a lot of things.

1.  sight

2.  living in tennessee

3.  majestic mountians

4.  SUV's

5.  brakes.

when i see this picture i wanna sing, "and we were walkin' in high cotton...old times there are not forgotten, those fertile fields were never far away..."

is that cotton?

that's a cotton plant, i know it is.

 see what he does to me?  he pushes me to my limits.  really, do you HAVE to go that close to the ledge...and might i mention i was mega zoomin'...for i was not near that close.  

apparently darryl (that is the perfect tennessee name really.) and kathy liked that rock too.

such romantics.  oh darryl.

i like yo' silhouette.

"when i see you, i see the fingerprints of god...when i look at youuuuuu."  that is some retro steven curtis chapman for you on this tuesday morning.

or "o lord our lord how majestic is your name in all the earth..."  and that would be michael w. smith.

andrew made the hike back in the day.

jason.  did not.  he was not there.  not way, no how.  his name is crossed out, he was not at buzzard bluff.  jason and buzzard bluff do not mix.  not at all.

(dear jason, you should have thought about that before you go and write your name with black spray paint.  crossing it out is not that effective.  yours truly, morrison lane)

we SEE you.

can anyone guess when josh came to visit?

and justin and tori.  together forever.  heart. heart.  love love.

this just makes me want to sing a kenny chesney song at the top of my lungs.  anyone will do.  suggestions?

i think he was about to propose and then we drove up with he music blaring and wheels screeching and messed up his mojo.  sorry darryl, at least you got your name on the rock.  kathy will say yes.  she will.

buzzard bluff.  what a great day to end a sunday.