We have been in the Atlanta area since last Thursday, and will be heading out on Friday for Florida to see my parents. Our time here has been cram-packed with things to do, and I have been on the internet very briefly maybe twice. I’m hoping to upload all of my pictures soon, maybe when we are somewhere where there is a faster internet connection, but for now, here is a picture I took in downtown Atlanta when we were driving around on the 24th looking at decorative lights.
If I am not online again this year I hope you all have a Happy New Year!
Well, I’ve been tagged all the way from Scotland by our blogger friend, Neil. He has shared with the internet world 5 things about himself that people generally would not know otherwise, and has now tagged me and four other people to do the same. My list is not quite as humorous as his is, but it will likely be equally as surprising.
1. When I was about 18 years old, I had a fire engine red mohawk (I never wore it up), and I used to have a nose ring, a belly-button ring, and my ears were pierced 7 times.
2. I have a tattoo of a baby fairy dragon hatching out of an egg on half of my back.
3. I became a Christian when I was 24, and God transformed just about everything about me inside and out.
4. I can play pool and skateboard, although the half pipe always scared me.
5. The sound of someone wiping a plastic tablecloth makes me want to rip my skin off.
I know… #5 is probably pretty shocking for you all. Maybe I’ve been a little too open.
And now, I would like to tag Matthew, Jolly, Stephanie, Ursula, and Michael.
It has been so warm here these past few weeks. Not at all like your typical December. The girls have liked being outside a little more than usual though, and it sure has been nice on our heating bill (well, the warm weather plus the 88 year old woman who lives under us and cranks her heat!).
Here are a few pictures on E’s organic masterpiece.
Last week, after church, we drove out to Red Hill. M has been reading Give Me Liberty by David Vaughn to the family for several weeks now, so the girls already know quite a bit about Patrick Henry. He is also a distant relative of M’s which makes us all appreciate him even more. Red Hill was one of Patrick Henry’s residences, and this is also where he finally died in 1799.
They were closing up when we got there, so we just walked out through the woods and saw a few old log structures and an old slave cemetary. The property is so beautiful… I can understand why he wanted to retire there. We had been there once before when we first moved to this area about 3 years ago (that’s when this picture was taken), but I want to go back again sometime soon so we can see Patrick Henry’s house and the rest of the property again.
(You can see more pictures from Red Hill on my Flickr pages)