I bet you thought we'd quit already...

Wow. Its actually been so long since I've posted, I actually forgot my password for a few minutes.

But, anyway, here we are. Back from a week's vacation (if that's what you call it) in Tennessee. We came, we saw, and we basically never slowed down. It seemed like the lions-share of our trip was spent in the car or planning for our next stop on the "who do we have to see next" train. A few highlights:

I learned to ride a motorcycle. No, we're not talking wheelies or endos, but I got it into third and didn't lay it down. You have to start somewhere I guess - even if "somewhere" means riding around your dad's house in circles cause you're too scared to get out on the street. But that still counts, right? Right?

Dad also let me hang out and shoot a little with his pals at the pistol range. I shot a small child. Gruesome, really.

Ella got to sit on her horse for the first time, and we've got pictures that will almost certainly become the object of her greatest desires after a little while in Italy. As if we won't already miss home enough, Ella constantly begging to go home and ride her horsey will be fun to deal with...thanks mom.

Mom got a new computer. I - of course - pillaged all the sexy components and traded them out for my parts from last year. Score.

Melissa got to chill with all her friends at her 10 year reunion. I sat quietly and sipped coke while watching Westview's class of 96 put on a show on the dance floor to hardcore gangsta rap. Honestly, what's a class reunion without Two Live Crew and a dude with a Volkswagen-sized belt buckle?

Lastly, I got to chill with my little bro on my last night in town. I got there late, but we made the best of it.

A good trip all around, albeit hurried. I've got a few random pics I'll add later, but because Blogspot sucks and won't let me add any pictures right now, I'll have to edit the post tomorrow. I guess you get what you pay for.

- pac