Thursday, the child bride Rachel and I will be driving to the great state of Kentucky to attend a wedding. I am going to attempt to blog via audio posts but there's a high probability of failure when I try new things, so this blog may remain stale until Tuesday.
If the audio posts do work, I apologize in advance if you are disappointed by my voice. Recently Thomas rocked the blog world when he revealed that he had sheared away his curly hair -- the fact that he had had curly hair was a surprise to some of his readers who hadn't pictured him that way. Similarly, you may have a set idea of my voice or accent that will be shattered by the audio post. If your world is fragile, I suggest that you not listen to the blog posts.
In doing a quick search for some information on Lexington -- where the wedding will be held -- I came across this rather odd tourist suggestion: "Mount your own Civil War campaign."
My wife is now officially a registered dietitian -- she passed her certification test with flying colors Tuesday. Actually, that's a lie; there were no flying colors involved. If she had showed up with a load of self-promoting banners she likely would have been kicked out of the testing center.
Nonetheless, she did really well and is now officially qualified to tell you how to eat. I am going to live to be 300 years old thanks to my wife.
Here's a random conversation between me and a co-worker today:
ME: "Yeesh, 'folks' is a stupid word to use in hard news."
"Yeah, in place of 'people' -- 'the folks effected by hurricane Katrina.'"
"Oh, it's like they're spinning a yarn."
"Uncle Remus News: "Well, now. Ol' Brer Bear done lost his house to dat mean ol' Hurrikin Katrina.'"
"But the tar baby didn't mind, cuz he was made of tar."
Fuck. I am scheduled to fly Northwest to the UK in three weeks.