<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918</id><updated>2011-10-03T06:54:52.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Texans in a Foreign Land</title><subtitle type='html'>Well, Georgia is not really foreign.  But for two people who have lived all their lives (or just about all their lives) in Texas, moving elsewhere sort of seems foreign.  As we travel upon our journey, we want to share the sites, the sounds, the food, the people and all that implies.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-1332594597661083820</id><published>2009-03-29T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:31:18.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>We went to 'Bama for Spring Break-into the northeast mountains-with mom and dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SdsxEFvClvI/AAAAAAAAAhs/1KIlw0xiT08/s1600-h/IMG_1479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321901330997090034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SdsxEFvClvI/AAAAAAAAAhs/1KIlw0xiT08/s320/IMG_1479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We stopped by the Alabama (music group) museum to see the sights and sounds.  Well, there weren't too many sights, though there were some good sounds.  Not something I would drive to if I was a long ways away-but something you need to go to if you are in the area.  I'm glad we did it.  Above is Lauren, dad, Randy Owens, and the gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SdsxDzwkHsI/AAAAAAAAAhk/DUk7Y23apjE/s1600-h/IMG_1480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321901326171643586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SdsxDzwkHsI/AAAAAAAAAhk/DUk7Y23apjE/s320/IMG_1480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, mom, and the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SdqRQiITqmI/AAAAAAAAAhc/b6VQ75eeaM4/s1600-h/IMG_1483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321725622917245538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SdqRQiITqmI/AAAAAAAAAhc/b6VQ75eeaM4/s320/IMG_1483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SdqRQrz60TI/AAAAAAAAAhU/T4IsmAYMCM8/s1600-h/IMG_1487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321725625516085554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SdqRQrz60TI/AAAAAAAAAhU/T4IsmAYMCM8/s320/IMG_1487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the view out the back of our cabin in the mountains.  Really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SdqRQYmSi-I/AAAAAAAAAhM/1tQ0T7Kg0l0/s1600-h/IMG_1493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321725620358646754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SdqRQYmSi-I/AAAAAAAAAhM/1tQ0T7Kg0l0/s320/IMG_1493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SdqRPt8RR1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/y5oPgnWO53w/s1600-h/IMG_1496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321725608908113746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SdqRPt8RR1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/y5oPgnWO53w/s320/IMG_1496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom and dad, somewhere.  By the Little River Canyon, possibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SdqRPNxd1lI/AAAAAAAAAg8/-9yNgONeSmU/s1600-h/IMG_1497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321725600272864850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SdqRPNxd1lI/AAAAAAAAAg8/-9yNgONeSmU/s320/IMG_1497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lauren and I at the same not-sure place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Sc_FmaSe4_I/AAAAAAAAAg0/UH8onPt-0Tk/s1600-h/IMG_1498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318686948630389746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Sc_FmaSe4_I/AAAAAAAAAg0/UH8onPt-0Tk/s320/IMG_1498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little River Canyon . . . well if you turn around it is.  This is looking upstream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Sc_FmJCOdZI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Qk2CMFdXMpA/s1600-h/IMG_1504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318686943998801298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Sc_FmJCOdZI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Qk2CMFdXMpA/s320/IMG_1504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There it is-the falls.  Amazing-I think we put up some pics a couple of years ago--it was basically bone-dry then.  Amazing what was some rain can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Sc_Fl_7X6XI/AAAAAAAAAgk/hdVgpaRZ5i8/s1600-h/IMG_1512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318686941554141554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Sc_Fl_7X6XI/AAAAAAAAAgk/hdVgpaRZ5i8/s320/IMG_1512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looking downstream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Sc_FlXxpdcI/AAAAAAAAAgc/bbjcgRr_fYw/s1600-h/IMG_1524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318686930775930306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Sc_FlXxpdcI/AAAAAAAAAgc/bbjcgRr_fYw/s320/IMG_1524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Sc_FlPMkUuI/AAAAAAAAAgU/mR5Ji8DGvrI/s1600-h/IMG_1526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318686928472920802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Sc_FlPMkUuI/AAAAAAAAAgU/mR5Ji8DGvrI/s320/IMG_1526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Sc_BDpu0pTI/AAAAAAAAAgM/R0DhF4qs2lw/s1600-h/IMG_1529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318681953433855282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Sc_BDpu0pTI/AAAAAAAAAgM/R0DhF4qs2lw/s320/IMG_1529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the gorge the river makes.  It was a really long ways down and really beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Sc_BDcN8jiI/AAAAAAAAAgE/nMTXGmaRFgY/s1600-h/IMG_1546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318681949806300706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Sc_BDcN8jiI/AAAAAAAAAgE/nMTXGmaRFgY/s320/IMG_1546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The southernmost ski resort in the U.S.A.  I kid you not.  Yeah, they had to make that snow.  I think we have pics from there a couple of years ago, too.  This is something I want to come do next year.  The skiing is really, really cheap there-the only way I would ever do it.  Of course you don't get a whole lot there--this is pretty much it.  But still, it's cheap skiing.  Lauren would make fun of me-but still, I want to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Sc_BC4Aq_mI/AAAAAAAAAf8/FWW1LLmEYTM/s1600-h/IMG_1558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318681940086947426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Sc_BC4Aq_mI/AAAAAAAAAf8/FWW1LLmEYTM/s320/IMG_1558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Falls just outside of Desoto State Park.  Again-there wasn't much flowing a couple of years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Sc_BCpbCUFI/AAAAAAAAAf0/DQMKXYwHBhY/s1600-h/IMG_1564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318681936170995794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Sc_BCpbCUFI/AAAAAAAAAf0/DQMKXYwHBhY/s320/IMG_1564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Sc_BCawJ7AI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Kdpf2yAP1Js/s1600-h/IMG_1571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318681932233042946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Sc_BCawJ7AI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Kdpf2yAP1Js/s320/IMG_1571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the Hapeville Chick-Fil-A Dwarf House in the Atlanta suburb of Hapeville, close to the airport.  This is the first Chick-Fil-A ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A good trip . . . as Prudence Jones would say in the newspaper, "A good time was had by all." &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-1332594597661083820?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/1332594597661083820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=1332594597661083820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/1332594597661083820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/1332594597661083820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SdsxEFvClvI/AAAAAAAAAhs/1KIlw0xiT08/s72-c/IMG_1479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-1154645749478909455</id><published>2009-02-06T14:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T17:38:46.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Beautiful Place On Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SYzgeZd_oDI/AAAAAAAAAfA/MdwQ0xBIwek/s1600-h/IMG_1440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299857674345619506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SYzgeZd_oDI/AAAAAAAAAfA/MdwQ0xBIwek/s320/IMG_1440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, I know, it's been a while.  So sue us.  The goings-on of our lives seem to be less interesting, so we just sort of quick blogging.  I guess all of the new things that fascinated us when we first moved to Georgia quit fascinating us so much.  Maybe we became less "foreign" in a "foreign land."  Who knows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I recently had a trip to Charleston, SC for a conference.  I wanted to upload some pics to show off.  Maybe this will energize our blogging-ness . . . maybe it won't.  Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to Charleston, I realized I would be going by Augusta National.  I knew I would be going to Augusta; but somewhere in east Georgia, I had the thought--I should go take some pics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried this before.  Years ago, on a trip to Charlotte, Lauren and I went by the golf course to see what we could see.  Basically all we could see was a sign.  It was very disappointing.  We went hours out of our way . . . to see a sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time around, I knew what to expect.  I actually got some better pics this time around--I found a couple of parking lots across the street from the only entrance.  Basically, besides this entrance, if you were driving by, you would have no idea you were driving by a golf course . . . much less quite possibly the most famous, most beautiful golf course in the nation, if not the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above is a pic from a nearby street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SYzfsqW7I_I/AAAAAAAAAe4/sqLFHwJ89Is/s1600-h/IMG_1445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299856819885908978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SYzfsqW7I_I/AAAAAAAAAe4/sqLFHwJ89Is/s320/IMG_1445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the view down the famous, "Magnolia Lane."  I always imagined this drive down to the clubhouse to be longer.  On one drive by, I peered in and could see the driving range.  That thing was unbelievably green for the end of January.  I mean, it looked better than most golf courses do . . . any time of the year.  B-e-a-utiful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SYzHPApNH1I/AAAAAAAAAew/774h9DorNPI/s1600-h/IMG_1446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299829922193022802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SYzHPApNH1I/AAAAAAAAAew/774h9DorNPI/s320/IMG_1446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the same view, from a different angle--showing the only marker of the golf course (the aforementioned sign) and a little check-in gate.  There is a person there, checking people in and out, I guess.  I had the fleeting thought of--I wonder what they would do if I just drove in.  I decided not to give that a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SYzGTInf_AI/AAAAAAAAAeo/-mD6tdk8piw/s1600-h/IMG_1450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299828893541202946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SYzGTInf_AI/AAAAAAAAAeo/-mD6tdk8piw/s320/IMG_1450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A street sign of Magnolia Lane.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SYzBu4-fRfI/AAAAAAAAAeY/jKCVfLATIn0/s1600-h/IMG_1451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299823872820856306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SYzBu4-fRfI/AAAAAAAAAeY/jKCVfLATIn0/s320/IMG_1451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the island (Daniel Island) I stayed on in Charleston.  Really nice.  Really beautiful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unfortunately, this was about the only picture I got from Charleston.  One night, I drove down into the historic part of town, right around sunset.  Our memory card on the camera had just filled up from pics.  I did not want to take the time to sift through which pictures to delete and miss the town as the sun went down.  So, I just decided to forget the camera and enjoy it all--pictures never really capture the true beauty of things anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That night, like I said, I went into Charleston.  It is great.  I got to see across the water to Fort Sumter (where the Civil War started), ate at a fabulous restaurant, and got to hang-out in that really cool part of town.  The next morning, I woke up early and went down to the beach, just as the sun was coming up over the Atlantic Ocean.  I wandered down to a little fort, which I found out was the site of the first American victory of the Revolunationary War and where all the slaves came into the south before the Revolutionary War.  It was a really cool moment.  Charleston . . . if you ever get the chance to go, you gots to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-1154645749478909455?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/1154645749478909455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=1154645749478909455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/1154645749478909455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/1154645749478909455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2009/02/most-beautiful-place-on-earth.html' title='The Most Beautiful Place On Earth'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SYzgeZd_oDI/AAAAAAAAAfA/MdwQ0xBIwek/s72-c/IMG_1440.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-5793695638824782576</id><published>2008-05-12T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T05:51:28.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sure Enough</title><content type='html'>I heard this morning that it was a tornado that came through Carrollton.  Wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-5793695638824782576?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/5793695638824782576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=5793695638824782576' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/5793695638824782576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/5793695638824782576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2008/05/sure-enough.html' title='Sure Enough'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-5781365395604291618</id><published>2008-05-11T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:08:42.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Were Lucky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SCeaU9VPywI/AAAAAAAAAUE/A8lLPw-IgdE/s1600-h/IMG_1320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199293979674266370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SCeaU9VPywI/AAAAAAAAAUE/A8lLPw-IgdE/s320/IMG_1320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last weekend, I took a trip to Macon for a Youth Minister's conference.  I took this pic on the way back--it is Barbie Beach.  These people have it out in front of their house, on the highway.  They change the Barbies and the clothes every so often.  A little strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SCeZb9VPyvI/AAAAAAAAAT8/SfwDwO_tp0Y/s1600-h/IMG_1322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199293000421722866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SCeZb9VPyvI/AAAAAAAAAT8/SfwDwO_tp0Y/s320/IMG_1322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SCeY0NVPyuI/AAAAAAAAAT0/FpTE4xqBo18/s1600-h/IMG_1325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199292317521922786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SCeY0NVPyuI/AAAAAAAAAT0/FpTE4xqBo18/s320/IMG_1325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SCeXmNVPytI/AAAAAAAAATs/lX9kmDtGMeg/s1600-h/IMG_1324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199290977492126418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SCeXmNVPytI/AAAAAAAAATs/lX9kmDtGMeg/s320/IMG_1324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SCeWhNVPysI/AAAAAAAAATk/KN-b99cCnzo/s1600-h/IMG_1327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199289792081152706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SCeWhNVPysI/AAAAAAAAATk/KN-b99cCnzo/s320/IMG_1327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SCeVydVPyrI/AAAAAAAAATc/4aXUYpUbMbA/s1600-h/IMG_1330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199288988922268338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SCeVydVPyrI/AAAAAAAAATc/4aXUYpUbMbA/s320/IMG_1330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SCeUvtVPyqI/AAAAAAAAATU/Nd6HL8iZDKA/s1600-h/IMG_1335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199287842166000290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SCeUvtVPyqI/AAAAAAAAATU/Nd6HL8iZDKA/s320/IMG_1335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SCeTqtVPypI/AAAAAAAAATM/k2_0vTzXosU/s1600-h/IMG_1336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199286656755026578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SCeTqtVPypI/AAAAAAAAATM/k2_0vTzXosU/s320/IMG_1336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SCeSlNVPyoI/AAAAAAAAATE/kp1y06h1N4s/s1600-h/IMG_1337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199285462754118274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SCeSlNVPyoI/AAAAAAAAATE/kp1y06h1N4s/s320/IMG_1337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SCeRWdVPynI/AAAAAAAAAS8/_qJ3X961mYs/s1600-h/IMG_1339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199284109839420018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SCeRWdVPynI/AAAAAAAAAS8/_qJ3X961mYs/s320/IMG_1339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at that short hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SCeQVtVPymI/AAAAAAAAAS0/DFux8aMahxY/s1600-h/IMG_1341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199282997442890338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SCeQVtVPymI/AAAAAAAAAS0/DFux8aMahxY/s320/IMG_1341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also notice the sign in the background (if you click on the picture, it enlarges).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SCePo9VPylI/AAAAAAAAASs/5uwPTuwf-oA/s1600-h/IMG_1343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199282228643744338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SCePo9VPylI/AAAAAAAAASs/5uwPTuwf-oA/s320/IMG_1343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The above pictures are all from our storm last night.  We were awoke at 4:00 a.m. to the storm sirens going off.  I took a peek outside to see the strongest winds I have ever seen.  We have not yet heard exactly what sort of storm it was--but the pictures above tell the story.  Most of these pics are taken within a couple of blocks from our place.  The large uprooted tree is about 30 yards from the church.  One of the college students from our church lives in the house.  In fact, he was in the room the tree smashed down upon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The town looks much better tonight; but this morning, Carrollton was a mess.  Streets were shut down, with trees and power lines down everywhere.  Trees smashed into lots of houses.  Our power was out for over six hours.  Getting ready for this morning for church was an experience.  We had worship service in the dark--that was one to remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have heard a tornado went through about 10 miles south of here.  We checked that out--and roofs are off of some houses down there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, we feel lucky.  We woke up at the time of the worst part of the storm--but we could not get any TV or radio, so we weren't sure what was going on.  The house of some friends of ours, they said, was shaking; and their trampoline was thrown a quarter-mile from their house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this was all just a storm, it was quite a storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SCeN6tVPyjI/AAAAAAAAASc/ybANOze7V7o/s1600-h/IMG_1344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199280334563166770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SCeN6tVPyjI/AAAAAAAAASc/ybANOze7V7o/s320/IMG_1344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just thought this picture needed to be taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SCeNbNVPyiI/AAAAAAAAASU/EwTqWr_qmHg/s1600-h/IMG_1345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199279793397287458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SCeNbNVPyiI/AAAAAAAAASU/EwTqWr_qmHg/s320/IMG_1345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a familiar scene around the house these days.  Jane had a summer haircut last week.  It is basically a burr.  She went from long hair to extremely short hair.  We think it has affected her personality.  She seems to be depressed now.  She used to chow down her food; now she sort of grazes on it throughout the day.  She sort of mopes around the house.  She just, to put it simply, looks sad.  Hopefully she will jump out of this quickly.  We do now know that Jane is a very fit dog--was difficult to see under all of that hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane did enjoy this past Friday.  We went to Johns Mountain, up north of Rome. Of course, we forgot the camera.  But, the drive and the view were incredible. We drove up to the top of a mountain, then hiked a 3.8 mile loop up on top.  I got me some SnoBiz--in Cedartown. Just as good as I remember it.  A margarita/orange sno-cone mix.  Mmmm.  There is also a SnoBiz in Bowdon--not far from here.  It is a super-duper SnoBiz--I have never seen anything like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-5781365395604291618?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/5781365395604291618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=5781365395604291618' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/5781365395604291618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/5781365395604291618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-were-lucky.html' title='We Were Lucky'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SCeaU9VPywI/AAAAAAAAAUE/A8lLPw-IgdE/s72-c/IMG_1320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-4892757288165922074</id><published>2008-04-20T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:08:43.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now This is Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SAud9pHCiVI/AAAAAAAAASM/zLkrJYoVL7A/s1600-h/IMG_1270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191416677807589714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SAud9pHCiVI/AAAAAAAAASM/zLkrJYoVL7A/s320/IMG_1270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This past weekend, we went to Callaway Gardens. They are about 60 miles or so south of Carrollton--a large preserve, I guess you would call it.  Full of gardens and all sorts of different stuff.  They have a few golf courses on it.  They hosted the PGA Buick Classic a few years back.  An absolutely beautiful place.  We have heard about it since we moved to Georgia.  Earlier last week, I took a trip with our Senior Adults at church to the area and everyone said we needed to go down there.  So, the next day we did.  They have an amazing-looking lodge, some cottages, and people live out there, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above picture is from their Azalea Bowl region.  The azaleas are in bloom right now--and look amazing.  This is what I imagine Augusta National to look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SAudDpHCiUI/AAAAAAAAASE/6YDrCyPvzKc/s1600-h/IMG_1256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191415681375177026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SAudDpHCiUI/AAAAAAAAASE/6YDrCyPvzKc/s320/IMG_1256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is an overlook from a highway around Callway Gardens.  Franklin Delanor Roosevelt moved down to this area right before he began his presidency--and had a little white house--something they now call "Little White House," a play on words from the presidential White House.  This is one of the places that the Senior Adult group went to.  I have some pictures from there-to post later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SAucGpHCiTI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Kxa6yoUkAc8/s1600-h/IMG_1261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191414633403156786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SAucGpHCiTI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Kxa6yoUkAc8/s320/IMG_1261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Back to the Gardens . . . this is a picture from the chapel they have on the grounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SAubK5HCiSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/vBDdydLaCIE/s1600-h/IMG_1271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191413606905973026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SAubK5HCiSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/vBDdydLaCIE/s320/IMG_1271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Back to the Azalea Bowl area . . . pictures really do not do it justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SAuaPJHCiRI/AAAAAAAAARs/cguVkCook30/s1600-h/IMG_1276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191412580408789266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SAuaPJHCiRI/AAAAAAAAARs/cguVkCook30/s320/IMG_1276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More azaleas . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SAuZaZHCiQI/AAAAAAAAARk/G3bwe_qtZy4/s1600-h/IMG_1281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191411674170689794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SAuZaZHCiQI/AAAAAAAAARk/G3bwe_qtZy4/s320/IMG_1281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have to turn your head sideways--sorry.  A really interesting white flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SAuY4pHCiPI/AAAAAAAAARc/kjQu3k7PiDA/s1600-h/IMG_1290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191411094350104818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SAuY4pHCiPI/AAAAAAAAARc/kjQu3k7PiDA/s320/IMG_1290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They have a building that has butterflies flying all around in it--you can walk around in there.  Pretty neat.  Lauren loved it.  She got to talking to a lady from Alabama in there.  The lady told Lauren she drove through Texas once and, "saw some places she would never live in."  She asked Lauren if she knew where Abilene is--said she could never live there.  She was probably taken back a bit when Lauren told her we lived there seven years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SAuYgZHCiOI/AAAAAAAAARU/YwWp_vSj6kk/s1600-h/IMG_1303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191410677738277090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SAuYgZHCiOI/AAAAAAAAARU/YwWp_vSj6kk/s320/IMG_1303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jane and Lauren by some statue . . . should probably be able to remember what the statue is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SAuXx5HCiNI/AAAAAAAAARM/UeNZRwo_Xqw/s1600-h/IMG_1306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191409878874360018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SAuXx5HCiNI/AAAAAAAAARM/UeNZRwo_Xqw/s320/IMG_1306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jane and I.  She had a fun day--walking all around the gardens . . . but wow did she sleep on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SAuXMJHCiMI/AAAAAAAAARE/QuQVlqRatdk/s1600-h/IMG_1311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191409230334298306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SAuXMJHCiMI/AAAAAAAAARE/QuQVlqRatdk/s320/IMG_1311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They have a vegetable garden on-site.  They did not have much growing right now.  They sell what they grow in their Country Store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SAuWepHCiLI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/KhjZsR2gokw/s1600-h/IMG_1314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191408448650250418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SAuWepHCiLI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/KhjZsR2gokw/s320/IMG_1314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; About 10 miles south of Callway Gardens.  Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SAuWHJHCiKI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/FQOJauoRLBs/s1600-h/IMG_1315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191408044923324578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SAuWHJHCiKI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/FQOJauoRLBs/s320/IMG_1315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Have never seen this before--the little red light in between the two bigger ones.  I have seen little lights off to the side in Georgia that you can see as you come around corners, where red lights are located directly on curves.  But not this.  As best we can tell--we think it is a red-light camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SAuVuJHCiJI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IbNd7Drn3-8/s1600-h/IMG_1316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191407615426594962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SAuVuJHCiJI/AAAAAAAAAQs/IbNd7Drn3-8/s320/IMG_1316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wow, did we see some signs.  If we turned around and snapped all of the pictures we saw, we could do a separate blog just for them.  We wanted to get a truck painted as an American flag; but it was gone on our way back through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterwards, we went down to Columbus--had never been there before.  I got me some Mazzio's Pizza--had not had that in forever.  And wow, was it good.  Tasted just like I remember it.  Must not be too many of those around.  I have seen one in Georgia (Newnan).  Don't know when the last time I saw one was before that.  There used to be a Chicken Express in Columbus--we were pumped about going down there--but it must have went under, because there is no sign of it on the internet anymore.  But not to worry--there are some out in eastern Georgia--we'll have to make it to one before too long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-4892757288165922074?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/4892757288165922074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=4892757288165922074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/4892757288165922074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/4892757288165922074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2008/04/now-this-is-beautiful.html' title='Now This is Beautiful'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SAud9pHCiVI/AAAAAAAAASM/zLkrJYoVL7A/s72-c/IMG_1270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-8064209601577820174</id><published>2008-03-18T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:08:46.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas, O Texas</title><content type='html'>First, the dog pictures.  Miss Jane with us . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R-BsN8DaZZI/AAAAAAAAAQk/FtpfpXF_OWg/s1600-h/IMG_1122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179258558190609810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R-BsN8DaZZI/AAAAAAAAAQk/FtpfpXF_OWg/s320/IMG_1122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jane seems to really be coming to life.  She is getting a little more feisty and more animated, which makes us feel good.  I think she is liking her new home and new peoples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R-BrtsDaZYI/AAAAAAAAAQc/6q_ABQCOM70/s1600-h/IMG_1065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179258004139828610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R-BrtsDaZYI/AAAAAAAAAQc/6q_ABQCOM70/s320/IMG_1065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kevin-Dog, celebrating Conley's big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R-BoeMDaZXI/AAAAAAAAAQU/mvUU_limNCY/s1600-h/IMG_1178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179254439316972914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R-BoeMDaZXI/AAAAAAAAAQU/mvUU_limNCY/s320/IMG_1178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lauren went to Texas a couple of weeks ago to see family over Spring Break . . . and got to go to her niece's (Conley's) first birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is Conley with one of her birthday presents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R-Bn0sDaZWI/AAAAAAAAAQM/WsP126tRIPM/s1600-h/IMG_1141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179253726352401762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R-Bn0sDaZWI/AAAAAAAAAQM/WsP126tRIPM/s320/IMG_1141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This past weekend, we went to Hamilton for Jana's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R-BnPMDaZVI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Pk8VPtrrSLU/s1600-h/IMG_1195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179253082107307346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R-BnPMDaZVI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Pk8VPtrrSLU/s320/IMG_1195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R-Bmn8DaZUI/AAAAAAAAAP8/uWcpvl79_0E/s1600-h/IMG_1197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179252407797441858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R-Bmn8DaZUI/AAAAAAAAAP8/uWcpvl79_0E/s320/IMG_1197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a long weekend with lots of work to be done--but it was very nice.  We got to see lots of friends and family.  It was a lot of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well we are sitting here watching the Mavs play the Lakers. I swear-they better not lose. They play the Lakers, Celtics, and Spurs this week--this week will tell us a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-8064209601577820174?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/8064209601577820174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=8064209601577820174' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/8064209601577820174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/8064209601577820174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2008/03/texas-o-texas.html' title='Texas, O Texas'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R-BsN8DaZZI/AAAAAAAAAQk/FtpfpXF_OWg/s72-c/IMG_1122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-1292599569405065901</id><published>2008-02-16T17:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:08:51.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So, It's Been a While</title><content type='html'>Yeah, we know--it's been a while.  Sorry.  We just really have not had much to blog about--no big trips, no big happenings--just good ol', normal life.  I started to write after the New Baptist Covenant a couple of weeks ago--but I just never got around to it.  That was really cool--we got to see lots of friends--many of them from all around Texas--it was so good to see them all.  That was a really great week--great speakers, great sessions, great food, great friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren is in the flow of school.  I am in the flow of work.  Life is moving along.  We continue to feel more and more settled in--more and more comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a trip this past weekend--to see Cloudland Canyon State Park in the northwest corner of Georgia, close to Chattanooga, Tennesse, a little over two hours from here.  We, along with Miss Jane, hiked five miles.  We are feeling it today--but we really enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R7eP_EA3ayI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Pp2IVItWbmk/s1600-h/IMG_1081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167757411002837794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R7eP_EA3ayI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Pp2IVItWbmk/s320/IMG_1081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lauren, Jane, and a long ways off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R7ePfEA3axI/AAAAAAAAAPs/vYPi0_9lIkI/s1600-h/IMG_1082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167756861247023890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R7ePfEA3axI/AAAAAAAAAPs/vYPi0_9lIkI/s320/IMG_1082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R7eO0kA3awI/AAAAAAAAAPk/B2YjpolHGZs/s1600-h/IMG_1089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167756131102583554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R7eO0kA3awI/AAAAAAAAAPk/B2YjpolHGZs/s320/IMG_1089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How about that waterfall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R7eN-kA3avI/AAAAAAAAAPc/lI8waaXDbRg/s1600-h/IMG_1097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167755203389647602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R7eN-kA3avI/AAAAAAAAAPc/lI8waaXDbRg/s320/IMG_1097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another waterfall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R7eMGkA3atI/AAAAAAAAAPM/y3mXvtvw-8s/s1600-h/IMG_1111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167753141805345490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R7eMGkA3atI/AAAAAAAAAPM/y3mXvtvw-8s/s320/IMG_1111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The best we could do to get us in a picture of the canyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R7eLm0A3asI/AAAAAAAAAPE/0berOwfnbzs/s1600-h/IMG_1113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167752596344498882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R7eLm0A3asI/AAAAAAAAAPE/0berOwfnbzs/s320/IMG_1113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Having fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R7eKwkA3arI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8Tmc0ZRPX3k/s1600-h/IMG_1120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167751664336595634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R7eKwkA3arI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8Tmc0ZRPX3k/s320/IMG_1120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of many signs that we wanted to get a picture of.  I do not think this needs any comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope all of you out in internet-land are doing well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-1292599569405065901?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/1292599569405065901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=1292599569405065901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/1292599569405065901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/1292599569405065901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-its-been-while.html' title='So, It&apos;s Been a While'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R7eP_EA3ayI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Pp2IVItWbmk/s72-c/IMG_1081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-3194092961445184542</id><published>2008-01-21T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:08:51.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Wednesday's Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R5TAyLo2YgI/AAAAAAAAAO0/wclcRB1eglQ/s1600-h/IMG_0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157959441596178946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R5TAyLo2YgI/AAAAAAAAAO0/wclcRB1eglQ/s320/IMG_0167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R5TAdro2YfI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZWLbBz04XdE/s1600-h/IMG_0156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157959089408860658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R5TAdro2YfI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZWLbBz04XdE/s320/IMG_0156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-3194092961445184542?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/3194092961445184542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=3194092961445184542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/3194092961445184542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/3194092961445184542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2008/01/last-wednesdays-snow.html' title='Last Wednesday&apos;s Snow'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R5TAyLo2YgI/AAAAAAAAAO0/wclcRB1eglQ/s72-c/IMG_0167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-2278423679157970411</id><published>2008-01-19T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:08:53.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowy Winter in the South</title><content type='html'>So it snowed today.  And it snowed Wednesday.  They say it has not done this in years.  And, it is supposed to snow again later this next week.  Good grief.  We called church off Wednesday night and are only having the 11:00 a.m. service tomorrow.  Here is snow in Carrollton:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R5KlY7o2YeI/AAAAAAAAAOk/YP0Q_EBeE1E/s1600-h/IMG_1064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157366371037110754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R5KlY7o2YeI/AAAAAAAAAOk/YP0Q_EBeE1E/s320/IMG_1064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R5Kjvbo2YdI/AAAAAAAAAOc/1LMw_BC9j1Q/s1600-h/IMG_1063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157364558560911826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R5Kjvbo2YdI/AAAAAAAAAOc/1LMw_BC9j1Q/s320/IMG_1063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our front door:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R5Ki1bo2YcI/AAAAAAAAAOU/DUHuqJt_gT8/s1600-h/IMG_1062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157363562128499138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R5Ki1bo2YcI/AAAAAAAAAOU/DUHuqJt_gT8/s320/IMG_1062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jane (Yeah, we got us a name):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R5Kexbo2YbI/AAAAAAAAAOM/E7xIjsixZTA/s1600-h/IMG_1057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157359095362511282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R5Kexbo2YbI/AAAAAAAAAOM/E7xIjsixZTA/s320/IMG_1057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lookin' out our front door:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R5Kd-7o2YaI/AAAAAAAAAOE/gI9XtpM4-3s/s1600-h/IMG_1052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157358227779117474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R5Kd-7o2YaI/AAAAAAAAAOE/gI9XtpM4-3s/s320/IMG_1052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have some other pictures of the snow from earlier in the week that I hope to post soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lauren and Jane:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R5KdTro2YZI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ukvgQ_PR2mo/s1600-h/IMG_1048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157357484749775250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R5KdTro2YZI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ukvgQ_PR2mo/s320/IMG_1048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jane has had a bit of a rough week.  We took her to the groomer on Thursday, in hopes of cutting down on the shedding around this joint.  We did not really accomplish that--we just made her look a bit like a boy.  They clipped her hair extremely short--to the point that she was absolutely shivering and shaking from the cold when we picked her up and put her in the truck.  While there, the groomers told us they thought she was pregnant (something we had wondered, as her belly has gotten significantly larger over the past week).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, yeah, we freaked out.  A dog having puppies on a hardwood floor without any sort of access to the outside, a garage, or anything of that short.  Well, just not really possible.  We were not sure what were going to do.  So, she went to the vet on Friday.  They said she was not pregnant.  She was spayed and given more vaccinations than a newborn (okay, probably not--but this is my first time around the block experiencing first-hand all of the things that actually go into sustaining the life of a dog).  She now has a really big scar--and she acted completely loopy yesterday--took a while for the anethesia to wear off (that was really funny).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We found the second place in Carrollton (or Georgia for that matter) that has beef brisket.  Not quite as good as the first . . . and definitely no Smoke Shack or Sonny Bryan's or Dickey's.  But hey-at least, they are trying.  They have seen the light--and it is called beef brisket.  I am getting a little more accustomed to this Brunswick Stew stuff.  It is a bit weird--but does not taste too bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-2278423679157970411?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/2278423679157970411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=2278423679157970411' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/2278423679157970411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/2278423679157970411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2008/01/snowy-winter-in-south.html' title='Snowy Winter in the South'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R5KlY7o2YeI/AAAAAAAAAOk/YP0Q_EBeE1E/s72-c/IMG_1064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-1455366972266104210</id><published>2008-01-15T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T06:41:34.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Getting Nowhere Here</title><content type='html'>We still do not have a name for the dog.  Tomorrow will be a week.  We have thought of everything we can think of . . . we think.  Right now, "Jane" seems to be the frontrunner--but I don't know.  She kind of looks like a Jane--but not really sure 'bout that one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vote is for "Waffles."  The second day we had her, she jumped up and stole three of my waffles off of my plate at dinner, then ran off with them.  I figured that should be her name.  However, that one did not work out.  She has come out of her shell.  The first day she was extremely nervous.  Not so anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could be the perfect dog--no barking, no jumping up on you, no going to the bathroom in the house.  She just lays there, lets you pet her.  No freaking out.  Nothing.  The only downside is she sheds a good bit.  We have swept the house more this last week than we have since we have been here.  But we are getting her groomed on Thursday--hopefully that will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren is back full into the swing of school . . . I am back into the swing of work.  What does that really mean to be back into the "swing" of something.  Makes no sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you might think I would take this opportunity to rant about the Cowboys and their ridiculous performance (if you even want to call it a performance this past Sunday).  But, no, I will not do so.  I will simply say that living a good distance away from the sports teams you support can be a good thing when they collapse (as Randy Galloway calls it--the biggest collapse in the town of Loserville--bigger even that the Mavs collapse last year)--see, when you live in an area that is dominated by other teams, you do not have to hear about the Cowboys defeat 24/7.  It is not all over the TV, radio, and is not what everyone is talking about.  People that know you just do not even bring it up because they know you are hurting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-1455366972266104210?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/1455366972266104210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=1455366972266104210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/1455366972266104210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/1455366972266104210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2008/01/were-getting-nowhere-here.html' title='We&apos;re Getting Nowhere Here'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-2742243282295749555</id><published>2008-01-09T20:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:08:53.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unnamed Canine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R4WkNro2YYI/AAAAAAAAAN0/QVsaCduQ2YM/s1600-h/IMG_1036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153705903554716034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R4WkNro2YYI/AAAAAAAAAN0/QVsaCduQ2YM/s320/IMG_1036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R4Wjk7o2YXI/AAAAAAAAANs/GoZfCp0fYrM/s1600-h/IMG_1040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153705203475046770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R4Wjk7o2YXI/AAAAAAAAANs/GoZfCp0fYrM/s320/IMG_1040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R4Wioro2YWI/AAAAAAAAANk/755oxNKtwH8/s1600-h/IMG_1033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153704168387928418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R4Wioro2YWI/AAAAAAAAANk/755oxNKtwH8/s320/IMG_1033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Say hello to the newest resident in the Edwards' householdr. We would tell you her name--but we are not sure of it yet. Maybe you have an idea? Let us know. The pound gave her the name, "Cinnabon"--but she does not respond to it--so it seems that we are free to call her what we want. We are not sure yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We picked her up this morning from the pound and took her straight to the pet supply store, so we could see which travel carrier she would fit in. She got loose in the parking lot; and (no lie) we came very close to not having our unnamed friend tonight. She shot off; and we are lucky to have gotten her back. Rather traumatic. I think I will move on without talking about it anymore--not a fun experience. Something we will laugh about . . . later on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has been pretty nervous all day long. Lauren has been able to stay her at the loft with her all day long. She has spurts of wanting to come out of the corner to say hello and mill about around the loft--but she has stayed fairly close to her new corner of the place throughout the day. She has sat by Lauren some as she has studied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So . . . there you go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-2742243282295749555?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/2742243282295749555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=2742243282295749555' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/2742243282295749555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/2742243282295749555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2008/01/unnamed-canine.html' title='The Unnamed Canine'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R4WkNro2YYI/AAAAAAAAAN0/QVsaCduQ2YM/s72-c/IMG_1036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-7710199087872025947</id><published>2008-01-09T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:08:54.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Texas Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R4Wgsro2YVI/AAAAAAAAANc/cG_oAxomI0U/s1600-h/IMG_0973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153702038084149586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R4Wgsro2YVI/AAAAAAAAANc/cG_oAxomI0U/s320/IMG_0973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R4WfpLo2YUI/AAAAAAAAANU/22dtVlxMp1Y/s1600-h/IMG_0989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153700878442979650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R4WfpLo2YUI/AAAAAAAAANU/22dtVlxMp1Y/s320/IMG_0989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R4WeMbo2YTI/AAAAAAAAANM/mKNs2bbgflg/s1600-h/IMG_0979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153699285010112818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R4WeMbo2YTI/AAAAAAAAANM/mKNs2bbgflg/s320/IMG_0979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We hope you have had a fun-filled, enjoyable holiday season.  We sure have.  Sorry for the long delay between posts--we have been traveling around our fair nation and have both been swamped with stuff since we have been back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were able to spend a good deal of time with friends and family during the holidays--and we feel very grateful for that--we were so glad to be able to see you all.  We were able to attend church in special places and see some special dogs and babies.  We spent time in Hamilton and in the DFW Metroplex, seeing family and friends.  We ate some good Texas food (though we were not able to work in any good Texas barbeque--though I know we will in our next visit here in a couple of months for Jana and Kyle's wedding).  We graced the halls of Storm's, Chicken Express, Taco Bueno, and Uncle Julio's to name a few, not to mention all of the good food we ate in our families' homes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of special dogs we got to see, we wanted to share two of them above--Kevin and Jake. Jake is wearing the shirt that says, "I Ate Santa's Cookies."  Kevin is in the sexy pose.  The picture above that is taken behind a restaurant/meat market in Hamilton--they sell Pork Butt sandwiches, along with buffalo meat and all sorts of other goodness and well, we just had to take that picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R4WcILo2YRI/AAAAAAAAAM8/n-4djm1cEiU/s1600-h/IMG_0967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153697012972413202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R4WcILo2YRI/AAAAAAAAAM8/n-4djm1cEiU/s320/IMG_0967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do we look good or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R4Wazro2YPI/AAAAAAAAAMs/r9IHFAL7Y5Q/s1600-h/IMG_1003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153695561273467122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R4Wazro2YPI/AAAAAAAAAMs/r9IHFAL7Y5Q/s320/IMG_1003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our favorite niece (okay, our only niece--but still) being pushed around in her new Christmas present by her aunt Lauren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We enjoyed our time over the holidays; and we are now back into the swing of things in C-Town. Lauren finishes up her first week of school of the spring semester tomorrow.  I am back full into the flow of Youth Ministry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-7710199087872025947?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/7710199087872025947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=7710199087872025947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/7710199087872025947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/7710199087872025947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2008/01/our-texas-christmas.html' title='Our Texas Christmas'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R4Wgsro2YVI/AAAAAAAAANc/cG_oAxomI0U/s72-c/IMG_0973.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-5555896875881880049</id><published>2007-12-14T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T18:59:15.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down with Fellini's</title><content type='html'>I was hoping to report on the blog tonight a wonderful culinary experience from today.  Rather, I have to warn you--if you are ever in Atlanta, do not eat at Fellini's Pizza.  I have seen a few of them around the city.  Today, we ate at one on Ponce de Leon Ave.  It was gross.  The pizza was not that great--sort of a cardboard'y taste.  And the calzone was just a big chunk of cheese--with a little bit of crust and some sausage in it.  The only good thing, as Lauren reports, is the mariana sauce that came with the calzone.  That's about it.  Her vote was to go The Varsity.  I voted to try something new.  We should have stuck with the good ol' grease pit, The Varsity.  I highly regret our decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went into town to do a few things and go watch a movie.  Then, when we were there, sitting down and watching a movie in a dark theatre right after lunch just made us sleepy (of course, the greasy cheese and pizza mixture in the bottom of our stomachs probably did not help--I know, probably a lovely visual for you).  So we explored a bit.  We came upon Atlantic Station--an outdoor mall along with lots of different housing, very close to downtown.  Was pretty cool.  Banana Republic, Express, things like that.  Had a really trendy-looking Target--with parking on the first level, then the Target above it.  Was pretty cool.  I had a Starbuck's Frappucino to salvage our eating experience for the day (we do not have a Starbuck's here in Carrollton--one thing that we do not have but desperately need).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the camera to hopefully take some cool pics from our lunch experience--then our stomachs and heads hurt, so we just wanted to get out of there.  And, there is this ginormously huge mailbox outside of Douglasville I had hoped to get a shot of--but it was almost dark when we passed through Douglasville--so alas, no picture for this posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well with you out there in internet-land.  As a good friend would put it--remember, we are just 10 minutes east of Dallas, via the internet.  We look forward to our Texas voyage, just around the corner.  All is well here in Georgia.  Lauren is lovin' life now with school being out for the semester.  Work is going great for me--we have already had our big youth Christmas shin-dig . . . and I am really enjoying getting out and watching youth's games and concerts around town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-5555896875881880049?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/5555896875881880049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=5555896875881880049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/5555896875881880049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/5555896875881880049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2007/12/down-with-fellinis.html' title='Down with Fellini&apos;s'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-1479694933909722969</id><published>2007-12-06T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T19:09:25.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waffle House, Waffle Yes</title><content type='html'>What is amazing to me is that the soft yellow glow of the Waffle House sign still gives me joy.  We ate their late last night; and getting out of my car and walking across a Waffle House parking lot still makes me happy--because I know what is inside--pure goodness.  There are three here in town--one less than a mile from our loft.  Ah . . . yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remarked to someone the other day that I think every town in Georgia has a Waffle House--it is true.  They're everywhere.  Heck, less than ten miles from where I sit, there are Waffle Houses across the interstate from each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, our visit last night was as good as any.  That's the greatness of it--awesome and yet consistent.  And, oh my, they have added something to their menu--biscuits and gravy--finally.  When you think about it, this is something they should have had all along--being a Southern staple.  Waffles, double hashbrowns smothered and covered, and biscuits and gravy (no that was not my entire meal--we shared it).  Mmm--that brings me some joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life moves along well for us.  Lauren will be finished with school next Tuesday--we are looking forward to that.  Has been a good semester.  We have a big youth Christmas deal on Saturday--it has been a really busy week at the church for me.  We are looking forward to getting to come to Texas for a good visit here in a few weeks.  My sister is going to fly out for a few days before we drive to the nation of Texas and then ride back to the Lone Star State with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a Deacon Christmas Party on Monday night--a bluegrass/western quartet came and played some for us.  Was really good.  They played this one song, "Cross the Brazos at Waco" that talked a lot about Texas.  Lots of people turned around and looked at me.  They know the Texan in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am watching the Mavs struggle through another one.  Man, they are not doing well.  And, we are not able to see many of their games here of late.  Maybe that is for the best, as they go through their woes.  My theory is Avery is just sort of playing around, not pushing anyone too much, trying to figure out different line-ups until later in the season--then they will really turn it up later in the season and as the playoffs begin (rather than trying to calm down at the end of the season, then have to really turn it back on when the playoffs begin).  At least that is my theory--I guess it makes me feel better about it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-1479694933909722969?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/1479694933909722969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=1479694933909722969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/1479694933909722969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/1479694933909722969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2007/12/waffle-house-waffle-yes.html' title='Waffle House, Waffle Yes'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-7527565530517053172</id><published>2007-11-23T13:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:08:55.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Weekend</title><content type='html'>We have had a nice holiday weekend, so far.  We spent yesterday hanging around the house.  We did get out during the afternoon to drive around, just to see what all was open around town.  Burger King was the only fast-food restaurant open.  The Waffle Houses (all three of them) were open (of course).  A couple of grocery stores and Blockbuster, along with a few other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up and had a marvelous breakfast--french toast casserole.  Sorry the pic is sideways--just turn your head:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R0dHjTmGofI/AAAAAAAAAMk/cJeors7qL7Q/s1600-h/IMG_0953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136152571920425458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R0dHjTmGofI/AAAAAAAAAMk/cJeors7qL7Q/s320/IMG_0953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lunch was incredible.  The picture does not do justice.  Turkey stuffed with dressing--unbelievable.  Asparagus with ham.  Lauren's family's tradition--Irish Potato Casserole.  A meal to remember for a while:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R0dHEzmGoeI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Y94KWNmGaMM/s1600-h/IMG_0954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136152047934415330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R0dHEzmGoeI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Y94KWNmGaMM/s320/IMG_0954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Dallas Cowboys win topped the day off just right.  Has been quite a sports weekend, so far.  Mavs won.  'Boys set a record, going to 10-1.  Right now, though, things do not look that great for the Longhorns.  The pesky Aggies are up 10-0 and driving early in the second quarter.  That would be just like A &amp;amp; M--they're not having that great of a year, win or lose they will probably make some sorry bowl.  Texas has an outside chance to still make the Big 12 Championship--and A &amp;amp; M will probably go on to beat them now.  Stinkin' A &amp;amp; M (isn't that right, Janet?).  And I've just about given up on Colt McCoy--great as a freshman, he can't remember what sport he is playing as a sophmore--he better shape up before next year (or everyone will be wondering where Jevan Sneed is).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning, we woke up early and went shopping for a little bit--here in Carrollton, then over in Newnan.  This was my first experience with the Friday-after-Thanksgiving shopping deal.  Not too bad.  There really were some good deals out there.  The amount of people was incredible.  Even Carrollton's parking lots were full before 7:00 a.m.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What amazed me most was how inconsiderate people were.  That, and how much stores stock their aisles full so that no one can walk down them, when the stores are full.  People on cell phones walking around in parking lots, walking in front of cars . . . people walking around department stores with HUGE shopping carts, completely clogging aisles up.  People just don't care.  Something's wrong with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Newnan is really cool.  There is a cool stretch of shopping on one of the major roads.  Saw a Mazzio's Pizza place that looked to be shut down--but still, been a while since I have seen one of those.  We had some breakfast at another Chick-Fil-A Dwarf House.  They had a breakfast buffet (which we regret not eating at)--looked incredible--but we did not have a whole lot of time to mess around with Lauren needing to get back to work--so we just went to the fast-food part.  Also said the breakfast buffet is on Wednesday night--that's awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Newnan has a really cool downtown; and a pretty good barbeque place.  Sprayberry's.  Lauren had a barbeque sandwich that she liked.  I had ribs (pork, of course--they have not discovered what good beef bbq is here) and brunswick stew.  The ribs were pretty good.  This stew stuff is everywhere--but we had not had any before today.  It was actually pretty good.  Seems like they just put some different scraps together and make a stew--pretty good.  The bbq sauce was good--different from what we're used to (as is all bbq here--we just had to come to that realization today--it is just different, but good in its own way)--the sauce was vinegar-based.  Here is a pic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R0dGTDmGodI/AAAAAAAAAMU/lCGIfZ5Afn8/s1600-h/IMG_0959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136151193235923410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R0dGTDmGodI/AAAAAAAAAMU/lCGIfZ5Afn8/s320/IMG_0959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well the sports weekend still has a ways to go, even if the Horns can't come back (this comeback junk is going to catch up to them before too long)--all kinds of good high school football tonight, then some good college football tomorrow--Georgia/Georgia Tech, Kansas/Missouri, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-7527565530517053172?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/7527565530517053172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=7527565530517053172' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/7527565530517053172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/7527565530517053172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2007/11/holiday-weekend.html' title='Holiday Weekend'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R0dHjTmGofI/AAAAAAAAAMk/cJeors7qL7Q/s72-c/IMG_0953.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-6392000756852840214</id><published>2007-11-21T18:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:08:56.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Leaves, They Are A Changing</title><content type='html'>We are enjoying fall in the southeast. We believe the best colors of the leaves has probably passed us--but we have a good route to take next year in October to get a good view of the leaves. Here are some pictures from the State Park, just outside of Carrollton:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R0TtpjmGocI/AAAAAAAAAMM/JscDnC_lOmQ/s1600-h/IMG_0939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135490773294686658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R0TtpjmGocI/AAAAAAAAAMM/JscDnC_lOmQ/s320/IMG_0939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R0TsijmGobI/AAAAAAAAAME/wK56XEaUfNg/s1600-h/IMG_0940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135489553523974578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R0TsijmGobI/AAAAAAAAAME/wK56XEaUfNg/s320/IMG_0940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R0TqVTmGoaI/AAAAAAAAAL8/LlBX0fwMpIM/s1600-h/IMG_0944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135487126867452322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R0TqVTmGoaI/AAAAAAAAAL8/LlBX0fwMpIM/s320/IMG_0944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R0TohDmGoZI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Jl-ShGs65jQ/s1600-h/IMG_0945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135485129707659666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R0TohDmGoZI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Jl-ShGs65jQ/s320/IMG_0945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Below is a picture that disturbed me. As if Christmas means that we must pawn things so that we can buy gifts. I don't really think that is what it is all about. Signs have become very interesting to us here of late. There is one at the bottom this post. It does not really need any description.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R0TnrzmGoYI/AAAAAAAAALs/vUtFOKYl0b0/s1600-h/IMG_0948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135484214879625602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R0TnrzmGoYI/AAAAAAAAALs/vUtFOKYl0b0/s320/IMG_0948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thought you might want to see a little something that we are going to enjoy tomorrow for Thanksgiving. Bourbon Pecan Pie with Chocolate Drizzle. Ah . . . yeah. I hope to post some pics of our T-giving food tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R0TmJjmGoWI/AAAAAAAAALc/tBcRgmlfLis/s1600-h/IMG_0949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135482526957478242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R0TmJjmGoWI/AAAAAAAAALc/tBcRgmlfLis/s320/IMG_0949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what we had for tonight. Pizza roll. Yes, it was as good as it looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R0TlkDmGoVI/AAAAAAAAALU/sOIBIZiXAA8/s1600-h/IMG_0950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135481882712383826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R0TlkDmGoVI/AAAAAAAAALU/sOIBIZiXAA8/s320/IMG_0950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Like I said--needs no description.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R0Tk-DmGoUI/AAAAAAAAALM/LlFuvC1H4Yk/s1600-h/IMG_0935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135481229877354818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R0Tk-DmGoUI/AAAAAAAAALM/LlFuvC1H4Yk/s320/IMG_0935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are looking forward to a nice, peaceful Thanksgiving holiday. Turkey with dressing stuffed in it (how? I don't know--Lauren is amazing), Irish Potato Casserole, Asparagus with Bacon, Yeast Rolls, and probably other stuff I cannot remember. Of course, if we can get a Cowboys victory tomorrow, that will make it quite a nice T-giving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quite a sports weekend--Mavs tonight (just watched them pull of a 17-point deficit for a win over the pompous Houston Rockets--I cannot stand that Tracy McGrady.  Ah, yeah). Tomorrow-'Boys. Friday-Carrollton Trojans host a second-round playoff game, UT-A&amp;amp;M game, and the Hamilton Bulldogs take on Corrigan-Camden (congrats to them on one of the greatest upsets I have ever witnessed last week over Mart--sort of, I took it in on the internet radio--but I know it was amazing), Saturday-Kansas-Missouri game, not to mention the Georgia-Georgia Tech game, among others. Wow, I'm excited just to type it all out. Go Mavs. What a comeback, especially after their 24-point comeback last night. What a way to start the holiday off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lauren and I went to the Atlanta Thrashers game Monday night. The Phillips Arena is very cool. The concourse is extremely wide, with all sorts of different food eateries--pizza speciality place, hot dog speciality place, a salad and wraps place, burritos, along with tons of other stuff. The arena itself is really cool, too. The luxury suites (not that we got to see one or anything) look amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess there is a reason hockey is a northern sport. It was freezing in there. I guess I should have thought about that more before we entered--but it was more warm outside at night than inside. The game was pretty neat to see. Hockey is like soccer--like Lauren says, they score so few goals that it makes it not nearly as interesting as more fast-paced sports--or even baseball. Baseball is peaceful and serene--but still exciting. We were going to take the camera to take some pics--but it did not fit into our pockets--and I did not really feel like taking it on the subway with us, just carrying it around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours wherever you may be this holiday weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-6392000756852840214?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/6392000756852840214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=6392000756852840214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/6392000756852840214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/6392000756852840214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2007/11/leaves-they-are-changing.html' title='The Leaves, They Are A Changing'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/R0TtpjmGocI/AAAAAAAAAMM/JscDnC_lOmQ/s72-c/IMG_0939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-2747975293593312278</id><published>2007-11-12T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T08:52:32.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>No real news or any big happenings to report.  I was going to head to the Alabama mountains to play at a beautiful golf course today--but that did not work out.  So, I guess this is sort of a boring report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in the middle of football season in these parts.  The regular season of high school football just ended this past weekend, as it did in Texas.  The Carrollton Trojans won their region (similar to districts in Texas).  They will probably host a few games at home, if they are able to keep winning.  They will face their toughtest test of the season in the third week of the playoffs, should they advance that far.  They will place Carver-Columbus, the team that knocked them out last year--and I hear it will be there, so that should be difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College football is in full swing, to say the least.  We are holding our own for the Texas Longhorns--everyone knows where our allegiances lie.  And even though NFL football is not big here, seeing as how the Falcons are lousy, people know of our passion for the Cowboys.  Speaking of the Cowboys, How 'Bout Them Cowboys? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are glad the NBA season is upon us.  I expect people will soon learn of our passion for the Mavs.  We have gotten to see a couple of their games, so far, as many of their games will be on national TV this year.  We are thinking about getting NBA League Pass, so we can see all of their games.  But if we do that, we will probably wait until later in the season--when it is cheaper, plus I do not know if I could keep up with all of that basketball.  Their games come on so stinkin' late here.  The other night, they were on TNT--against Golden State--but it did not come on until 10:30 p.m. here.  10:30 p.m.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leaves are beautiful here.  Fall is spectacular.  We expect spring to be, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-2747975293593312278?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/2747975293593312278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=2747975293593312278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/2747975293593312278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/2747975293593312278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2007/11/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-4932346867690474979</id><published>2007-11-05T17:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T17:39:20.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lone Star Nation of Texas</title><content type='html'>I travelled to the great nation of Texas this past weekend.  Flew out of Birmingham, into Houston, then to Dallas Love Field on Thursday night.  Then a straight shot back to B-ham on Saturday.  I think my new favorite airport (since I have such a wide ranging repertoire to choose from!) is Houston Hobby Airport.  They have a Pappas Burger restaurant, a Pappasito's food stand, and a lot of other restaurants.  Small enough to be cozy and not hard to get around--and not too big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to see family and friends over the weekend--it was really nice.  Got to see mom, dad, Jana, and Jake the dog, along with lots of other family, youth, and friends.  It was so good to see you all.  We just hung out, for the most part; and I made a few quick trips around town.  I saw the Hamilton Bulldogs defeat one of their rivals, the Clifton Cubs, in one of the greatest high school games I have ever seen.  It was awesome.  We had a goal-line stand as time expired.  So much drama.  And I got to see some of my former youth get the victory.  Now they have to win this week and get a little help to make it into the playoffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was very nice.  On the way back to the airport, we stopped at Sundance Square in downtown Fort Worth.  Got to see our old stomping grounds and ate at one of our favorite FW restaurants--Uno Pizzeria.  Mmmm.  Sauceless pizza.  I also got some good beef brisket during my TX stay.  I cannot tell you how much I have missed that beef brisket goodness--thank you, Texas, thank you for beef brisket drowned in sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren is in the midst of what seems to be a horribly, extremely (any other adjectives?) difficult take-home test.  She worked all weekend while I was away in the nation of Texas.  She registered for her spring classes today--has the exact same schedule as this semester, just different classes.  So that is great.  She did not have class today-so she was able to stay at home all day, working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-4932346867690474979?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/4932346867690474979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=4932346867690474979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/4932346867690474979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/4932346867690474979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2007/11/lone-star-nation-of-texas.html' title='The Lone Star Nation of Texas'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-5087636401465185280</id><published>2007-10-28T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:08:58.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biscuits, A Phantom Road, and Cheaha</title><content type='html'>This past Thursday, I had to go to Atlanta for a conference--so Lauren and I had dinner Thursday night up in the Buckhead District.  We went to Uncle Julio's Casa Grande--of the same Uncle Julio's in the DFW Metroplex.  And the food was the same.  The chips were the same.  The salsa was the same.  Some good ol' Tex-Mex right here in the heart of Atlanta.  T'was just what we needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, we had our crosstown football rivalrly--the two schools here in town played each other.  It was surprisingly close in the first half--Carrollton was behind--but they came back to win, 29-3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, we headed out for the Cheaha Wilderness in Alabama.  We were going to go hike the mountains--but Lauren has been sick, so we just drove around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We began the day at one of Lauren's favorite southeast restaurants--Jack's.  People in the southeast love their biscuits--and Jack's makes good ones.  While we were there, it hit me--there are no Whataburger's in the southeast--that is sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RyTPqB8AIuI/AAAAAAAAALE/sNeaGatFC4o/s1600-h/IMG_0909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126450596836025058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RyTPqB8AIuI/AAAAAAAAALE/sNeaGatFC4o/s320/IMG_0909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After stopping at Jack's in Bowdon, we headed off for Alabama (only 15-20 minutes west of Carrollton).  We saw this Sno-Biz in Bowdon.  I worked at one of these in high school and have loved their sno cone goodness since.  This isprobably the largest one I have ever seen--complete with their own ice cream.  Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RyTPIx8AItI/AAAAAAAAAK8/GjnoPlwqe0k/s1600-h/IMG_0910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126450025605374674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RyTPIx8AItI/AAAAAAAAAK8/GjnoPlwqe0k/s320/IMG_0910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We drove through some really pretty country--really pretty country.  All sorts of colors in the trees this time of year.  Rolling hills.  In Wedowee, Alabama, we saw this Bill's Dollar Store.  It has been years since either of us have seen one of these.  Lauren had a good point--it's like time stands still, to a point, in the southeast--many of the stores we grew up seeing (Bill's, Piggly Wiggly, etc.) still thrive in this part of the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RyTOkB8AIsI/AAAAAAAAAK0/5XFEM-6Mqqw/s1600-h/IMG_0911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126449394245182146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RyTOkB8AIsI/AAAAAAAAAK0/5XFEM-6Mqqw/s320/IMG_0911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the way to Cheaha, we basically got lost.  Or wait, to put it better--our map got lost.  Did you know maps lie?  Well the two we have sure do.  We made it to Lineville, AL, from where Highway 46 was supposed to head off for the State Park.  We now know Highway 46 DOES NOT EXIST.  We drove around town looking for it for 30 min's, then finally stopped and asked at a gas station.  The first two people I talked to had both never heard of this highway or the town on this highway that is shown to be five miles away from the town.  Good grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I finally talked to a guy who knew what he was talking about.  I knew he was legit--when he said to come outside and he would show me where to go, then he sat his Mello Yello bottle down.  I knew to trust to him.  His instructions were to go down that road over there (he pointed in the direction), go down the hill for about a mile, down the hill, then turn right on the paved road.  We did.  We got to that other town (Pyriton), but then the highway just ended.  Inexplicably.  So we drove around for a while, then finally decided to turn on a road that was on the map.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lesson we learned is to always check google maps.  We had two maps--one showed highway 46 connecting to a highway (though this map left highway 46 unnamed).  The map that named highway 46 did not show it connecting.  I thought I would combine the knowledge of the two maps.  Stupid.  Always check with google maps and go with what it has--google knows all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally made it to Cheaha State Park--probably a little over an hour east of Birmingham.  The drive is spectaular--up mountains.  This is the view from the restaurant at the State Park--we had a sack lunch here.  There is a bit of a hue--sort of like what makes the Smoky Mountains so smoky.  Sort of hard to see in this picture--but look in the horizon.  Supposedly, on a clear day, you can see five to six surrounding states from up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RyTOFh8AIrI/AAAAAAAAAKs/btoz_dH22ME/s1600-h/IMG_0912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126448870259172018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RyTOFh8AIrI/AAAAAAAAAKs/btoz_dH22ME/s320/IMG_0912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You can see some of the different colors in the trees here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RyTNiR8AIqI/AAAAAAAAAKk/y6L58AOlN4U/s1600-h/IMG_0919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126448264668783266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RyTNiR8AIqI/AAAAAAAAAKk/y6L58AOlN4U/s320/IMG_0919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RyTM2h8AIpI/AAAAAAAAAKc/5fyrPmDhPcY/s1600-h/IMG_0926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126447513049506450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RyTM2h8AIpI/AAAAAAAAAKc/5fyrPmDhPcY/s320/IMG_0926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the observation tower on the very top of Cheaha Mountain--the highest point in Alabama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RyTMVR8AIoI/AAAAAAAAAKU/_QkFrf1gzSA/s1600-h/IMG_0927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126446941818856066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RyTMVR8AIoI/AAAAAAAAAKU/_QkFrf1gzSA/s320/IMG_0927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We climbed all the way to the top--up a very narrow set of stairs.  We got to the top and were very disappointed in the view.  So, I wanted to take a picture of something--so I chose this graffiti.  I found it interesting for two things: 1. the misspelling of this great name of American cinema history &amp;amp; 2. we were probably less than 20 miles from talladega speedway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RyTH7h8AIlI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ZLS8fcF4fdY/s1600-h/IMG_0928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126442101390713426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RyTH7h8AIlI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ZLS8fcF4fdY/s320/IMG_0928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is at the bottom of Cheaha Mountain--at Cheaha Lake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RyTHbx8AIkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/vZYzF_cUC-w/s1600-h/IMG_0932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126441555929866818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RyTHbx8AIkI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/vZYzF_cUC-w/s320/IMG_0932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;A nice day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I said, Lauren is sick right now.  We're hoping she can get better before tomorrow--she has a really difficult week ahead at school.  School has been really intensive for her--but she is hanging in there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things at church are going well for me.  We continue to feel more and more settled, more and more normal here in Carrollton.  I am looking forward to heading to Texas this coming weekend for a quick weekend trip to see family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-5087636401465185280?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/5087636401465185280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=5087636401465185280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/5087636401465185280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/5087636401465185280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2007/10/biscuits-phantom-road-and-cheaha.html' title='Biscuits, A Phantom Road, and Cheaha'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RyTPqB8AIuI/AAAAAAAAALE/sNeaGatFC4o/s72-c/IMG_0909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-1577293656509914133</id><published>2007-10-22T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T16:48:10.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend in the Southeast</title><content type='html'>On Friday night, Lauren and I went to the Carrollton football game in Sandy Creek, just south of Atlanta.  We actually lost--it was strange.  The stars aligned just right on that night for us to lose.  Oh well.  It is always strange to go to road games where we have twice as many people at the game than the home team.  I bet they did not have one-third of their stands full.  The P.A. announcer was the biggest homer I have ever heard--ridiculous--that stuff should not be allowed.  He was continually telling the Sandy Creek crowd to yell and support their team.  To the point of it being stupid.  Also, they allow artificial noise-makers at high school games in Georgia, which is a bit different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game, we went through Peachtree City on the way back.  Peachtree City is the aforementioned city with over 100 miles of golf cart trails.  Many of their residents just have a golf cart they drive around town, rather than a car.  We have heard stories of some of them really souping their golf carts up--with shocks, speakers, etc.--just keeping up with the Jones', I guess.  Anyway, it was funny to see a golf cart parked at Kroger's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, Lauren studied all day--fun, huh?  I went to my first SEC football game.  Wow.  That's all I have to say.  Tennesse at Alabama.  Bryant-Denny Stadium holds 92,1832 people.  It was incredible.  We grabbed a pork bbq sandwich on the walk over to the stadium.  I figured out my error in trying to eat bbq in the southeast.  I keep expecting the beef bbq to be good here--like Texas beef brisket good.  Rather than doing that, I should just go with the pork, I guess.  It was awesome.  This stuff had been cooking all night long.  And, they did right what so many places do wrong here--they actually doused it in bbq sauce.  So many places around here believe the sauce should not be poured all over it--they think the bbq should stand for itself.  Whatever--that's just cause they must not have good sauce.  This was incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I grabbed a hot dog at the game--very interesting.  Can't say that I really liked it this way--but it was interesting.  It was full of sweet onions and a mixture of chili and mustard.  Different.  But interesting.  On the way home, we stopped at a Golden Rule BBQ--in Pell City, not the one in Birmingham.  They have great fries.  I had a double stack burger--with mustard and barbeque sauce.  Was not the best burger ever--but it got me to thinking--barbeque sauce on a burger.  Why, yes, brilliant!  I have had it before but this reminded me about it--what a great idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Bama started the game off with an onside kick that they recovered.  It was pure awesomeness from then on.  They kicked Tennessee all over the field, 42-17.  Was close for a while, then it just got funny.  'Bama has a pretty good team.  Give Saban a few years; and they will be contending for a national championship.  Roll tide roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was reminded that we really do live in a beautiful place.  I went up to Clarkesville for a funeral for some church members--a little over two hours northeast of here, in the foothills of the Appalachians, almost in South Carolina.  It is a beautiful place.  It's close to the town of Helen, which I have heard is an absolutely gorgeous place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-1577293656509914133?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/1577293656509914133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=1577293656509914133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/1577293656509914133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/1577293656509914133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2007/10/weekend-in-southeast.html' title='Weekend in the Southeast'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-741536189860706680</id><published>2007-10-18T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:08:58.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falcons Game</title><content type='html'>I went to my first NFL game on Monday night.  I went to the Falcons-Giants game on Monday Night Football.  Pretty dang cool.  The Georgia Dome is huge.  There were lots of things different about an NFL game--I was surprised how few players the teams had on their sidelines.  The head coaches seem to be on their own little islands--not a whole lot of interaction with other coaches and players on the sidelines.  Saw Stuart Scott, Emmitt Smith, and Steve Young--even though it was through binoculars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TV timeouts take FOREVER there at the game--and the teams, of course, just have to stand out on the field waiting for the commericals to be over.  The Falcons are horrible--I mean, horrible.  They cannot block.  I hope to have some more pictures to post from the game soon.  One of the best things about the Falcons game is Atlanta has a great subway/rail system.  So, we were able to park out by the loop around town and ride it in to the game (downtown).  We had dinner in the CNN Center--where all the CNN stuff goes down, they have a huge food court on the first floor.  Pretty cool.  We had great seats--they were behind the end-zone, so you could see everything develop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RxdlXaEcm7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/TZCUOnRP6nc/s1600-h/Me-Falcons_Game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122674553966599090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RxdlXaEcm7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/TZCUOnRP6nc/s320/Me-Falcons_Game.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-741536189860706680?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/741536189860706680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=741536189860706680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/741536189860706680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/741536189860706680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2007/10/falcons-game.html' title='Falcons Game'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RxdlXaEcm7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/TZCUOnRP6nc/s72-c/Me-Falcons_Game.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-1545334614975451772</id><published>2007-10-12T08:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T08:41:43.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weather</title><content type='html'>It was a nice chilly 40 degrees this morning and is supposed to be a nice balmy mid-70s this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought you might like a weather report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-1545334614975451772?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/1545334614975451772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=1545334614975451772' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/1545334614975451772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/1545334614975451772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2007/10/weather.html' title='Weather'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-1591945227902454134</id><published>2007-10-11T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:08:59.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Bit of This, A Little Bit of That</title><content type='html'>A couple of weekends ago, Chuck (Lauren's dad) came in for a visit.  'Twas a nice weekend of showing him around town and hanging out.  He got in town on Friday night and was able to stay until Sunday morning.  He ate his first Krystal burger (oh yeah).  They ate at Miller's on Friday night, a restaurant on the square here in town that we have been wanting to try for a while.  There is a Miller's restaurant, the same Miller's that is here, in Virginia--the town U of Virginia is in (can't think of it right now) in which Dave Matthews Band basically came to be.  How is that for a little trivia.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That same weekend, a friend of ours from the great state of Texas was also in town.  Angela  was in seeing some family that lives here.  We had a great time at lunch with them; and then I went to the Carrollton game that night with them at a football stadium literally out in the middle of the country.  It was pretty interesting--it was the largest crowd they have ever had at that stadium--so they had a plane flying overhead taking pictures all night.  A fun night.  Good to hang out with Angela and her aunt and uncle--they are all great people.  Carrollton High is dominating football in the great state of Georgia.  They are ranked third in the state; and they beat the team that was supposed to give them the most difficult game of the year last week, 42-0.  Ought to be a fun run this season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I went to a really cool exhibit at Emory University in Atlanta (Lauren went to it today with a friend).  The exhibit is on artifacts of early Christianity.  There was part of one of the Dead Sea Scrolls there (the temple scroll)--that was incredible.  The world's largest, oldest menorah was there.  Lots of old pieces of the first Christian churches of the Constantinople era.  Some of the utensils similar to what was probably used at the Lord's Supper were there.  A decomposed ankle bone with a nail from a cross in it--similar to how Jesus was probably crucified.  I realize I am probably boring many of you and probably grossing the rest of you out with that last tidbit--so I will move on.  But suffice it to say--it was really, really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew, Lindsay, and Conley came in this past weekend.  They came in on Thursday morning and headed back out on Saturday evening.  Thursday, they all chilled here in town.  On Friday, we headed into Atlanta and messed around.  Had lunch at the Flying Biscuit Cafe.  Both Lindsay and I had some really creamy grits there--unlike anything I had had before.  Matthew had some chicken that looked great and some good sides.  Lauren had a really good breakfast.  And, of course, we all had wonderful biscuits.  We also went to the DeKalb Farmers Market/World Market.  By far, the biggest market we have ever been to.  Was really cool--huge, all sorts of food, produce, and stuff.  Then, we all enjoyed hot dogs, onion rings, and orange frosties (mmm) at The Varsity--what they call the World's Largest Drive-In. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, Matt and I went to the Carrollton game and saw them drum up on the Cass Colonels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, we messed around town, including going to the State Park here outside of town.  Below is a good picture of us in the forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120251316238326674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rw7JcaEcm5I/AAAAAAAAAJk/utfCfcRXXvk/s320/IMG_0891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lauren and our niece, Conley, on a bridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rw7H5qEcm4I/AAAAAAAAAJc/hj5Cq7ayAmY/s1600-h/IMG_0893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120249619726244738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rw7H5qEcm4I/AAAAAAAAAJc/hj5Cq7ayAmY/s320/IMG_0893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Conley and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rw7Hc6Ecm3I/AAAAAAAAAJU/lSSzdlDOewE/s1600-h/IMG_0896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120249125805005682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rw7Hc6Ecm3I/AAAAAAAAAJU/lSSzdlDOewE/s320/IMG_0896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday night, we headed into Birmingham and dropped them off at the airport.  Afterwards, Lauren and I drove around B-ham for a little bit.  We saw the restaurant that inspired the movie, "Fried Green Tomatoes" (Irondale Cafe):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rw7HE6Ecm2I/AAAAAAAAAJM/EigeG70pTMs/s1600-h/IMG_0908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120248713488145250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rw7HE6Ecm2I/AAAAAAAAAJM/EigeG70pTMs/s320/IMG_0908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, this is the only Waffle House I have ever seen that is not in a Waffle House building.  Looks like they used some sort of an existing structure for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rw7GjKEcm1I/AAAAAAAAAJE/_P2hhAJAtx8/s1600-h/IMG_0905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120248133667560274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rw7GjKEcm1I/AAAAAAAAAJE/_P2hhAJAtx8/s320/IMG_0905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We saw a few sites around B-ham (which, by the way, is a really cool town--lots of rolling hills and trees and cool stuff), then headed back.  We ate at a famous Alabama BBQ place--Golden Rule.  After eating at a few BBQ places in the southeast-we are basically sort of disappointed.  We miss the beef brisket, which they do not have out here.  We have eaten at a few places so far that are pretty good--Fat Matt's in Atlanta, Bilbo's in Bremen, and Shane's Rib Shack here in town--but it is a chain, so it is all over.  The rest have been a bit of a disappointment.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well.  On the way back, we also drove by Talladega on race weekend.  The race track is only a mile or two off of I-20.  Talladega on a Saturday night of race weekend is a pretty rocking place.  Tons of campers in these enormous fields, all waiting for the race the next day.  I mean, there were a TON of people out there.  Pretty crazy sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One other thing before I wrap this one up--I have noticed that there are not really many dirt roads (on state-maintained roads) in the southeast, well at least in Georgia, but probably other states, as well.  All of the county roads are paved.  Interesting.  'Til next time . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-1591945227902454134?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/1591945227902454134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=1591945227902454134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/1591945227902454134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/1591945227902454134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2007/10/little-bit-of-this-little-bit-of-that.html' title='A Little Bit of This, A Little Bit of That'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rw7JcaEcm5I/AAAAAAAAAJk/utfCfcRXXvk/s72-c/IMG_0891.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-391048436496674210</id><published>2007-10-09T10:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:09:01.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amicalola Falls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RwvD86EcmzI/AAAAAAAAAI0/AgUVjBSrxrU/s1600-h/IMG_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119400852584176434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RwvD86EcmzI/AAAAAAAAAI0/AgUVjBSrxrU/s320/IMG_0052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday, I went with our senior adult group here at the church to Amicalola Falls--the highest waterfalls east of the Mississippi.  B-e-a-utiful.  Up in the mountains, where the north Georgia mountains start.  The foothills of the Appalachians--in fact, the start of the Applachian Trail (remember that from Oregon Trail, anybody?) starts seven miles from this state park.  That trail goes all the way to Maine--2,140 miles of hiking trail.  Wow, would that be cool.  Anyway, this is looking out the window of the lodge we ate at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RwvDi6EcmyI/AAAAAAAAAIs/nd4GjBAE9ps/s1600-h/IMG_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119400405907577634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RwvDi6EcmyI/AAAAAAAAAIs/nd4GjBAE9ps/s320/IMG_0053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Again, the lodge.  This was our view during lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RwvDP6EcmxI/AAAAAAAAAIk/OBghEeE50wM/s1600-h/IMG_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119400079490063122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RwvDP6EcmxI/AAAAAAAAAIk/OBghEeE50wM/s320/IMG_0054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the trail to the actual falls.  This trail is made out of recycled tires--really cool, really squishy.  There were some stairs (420 of them to be exact) to climb to the top of the falls.  I went up part of the way and realized it was going to take a while to get up there.  Probably would have done it--but did not want to slow the group down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RwvC0aEcmwI/AAAAAAAAAIc/yWPYu4m00Eo/s1600-h/IMG_0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119399607043660546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RwvC0aEcmwI/AAAAAAAAAIc/yWPYu4m00Eo/s320/IMG_0061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RwvCXqEcmvI/AAAAAAAAAIU/DNhi7qhfPQE/s1600-h/IMG_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119399113122421490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RwvCXqEcmvI/AAAAAAAAAIU/DNhi7qhfPQE/s320/IMG_0066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our church bus in the parking lot of the trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RwvCA6EcmuI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZoaIFhQWosQ/s1600-h/IMG_0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119398722280397538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RwvCA6EcmuI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZoaIFhQWosQ/s320/IMG_0072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We stopped at a pumpkin farm on the way back.  A lot of pumpkins.  Had a hay-ride and all sorts of pumpkin stuff there.  Pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RwvBjqEcmtI/AAAAAAAAAIE/RUaUyxGXyc4/s1600-h/IMG_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119398219769223890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RwvBjqEcmtI/AAAAAAAAAIE/RUaUyxGXyc4/s320/IMG_0073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That is one big pumpkin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hope to share some pictures and tales from the past couple of weeks with you soon--just have to find some time to sit down and do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How 'bout them Cowboys????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-391048436496674210?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/391048436496674210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=391048436496674210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/391048436496674210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/391048436496674210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2007/10/amicalola-falls.html' title='Amicalola Falls'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RwvD86EcmzI/AAAAAAAAAI0/AgUVjBSrxrU/s72-c/IMG_0052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-8335089668635716665</id><published>2007-10-02T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T13:07:52.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grits, Grits, Grits</title><content type='html'>They're awesome.  Grits, grits, grits.  They go with everything--and they're good with everything.  You want just plain grits to go with eggs and bacon--awesomeness.  How bout some cheese grits with basically any entree--tastes great.  Everywhere you go-grits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grits are basically everything the southeast is about--and that's fine by me.  Not sure I totally understand grits--but that's okay-I don't need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-8335089668635716665?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/8335089668635716665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=8335089668635716665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/8335089668635716665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/8335089668635716665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2007/10/grits-grits-grits.html' title='Grits, Grits, Grits'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-2457931336780849923</id><published>2007-09-28T12:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:09:02.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>House Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rv1TeaEcmsI/AAAAAAAAAH8/6sVX8ERzrdA/s1600-h/IMG_0867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115336533621906114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rv1TeaEcmsI/AAAAAAAAAH8/6sVX8ERzrdA/s320/IMG_0867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mi casa es su casa.  Well, at least you can see the pictures.  This is from our bedroom looking down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rv1S_6EcmrI/AAAAAAAAAH0/y1_t3Gsc9Gg/s1600-h/IMG_0866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115336009635895986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rv1S_6EcmrI/AAAAAAAAAH0/y1_t3Gsc9Gg/s320/IMG_0866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Also from our bedroom looking down . . . on the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rv1SKaEcmqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ep4NmGmabkk/s1600-h/IMG_0865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115335090512894626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rv1SKaEcmqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ep4NmGmabkk/s320/IMG_0865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ditto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rv1RjaEcmpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/PEMH48jad_o/s1600-h/IMG_0862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115334420497996434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rv1RjaEcmpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/PEMH48jad_o/s320/IMG_0862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looking at our front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rv1Q56EcmoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/PDvOZFSYTiU/s1600-h/IMG_0861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115333707533425282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rv1Q56EcmoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/PDvOZFSYTiU/s320/IMG_0861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our kitchen and you can see upstairs a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rv1QaKEcmnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/wLykKv-LLWk/s1600-h/IMG_0858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115333162072578674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rv1QaKEcmnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/wLykKv-LLWk/s320/IMG_0858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacuzzi tub in the downstairs bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's a look into our place.  Just thought you might want to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-2457931336780849923?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/2457931336780849923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=2457931336780849923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/2457931336780849923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/2457931336780849923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2007/09/house-pics.html' title='House Pics'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rv1TeaEcmsI/AAAAAAAAAH8/6sVX8ERzrdA/s72-c/IMG_0867.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-8097445301403034979</id><published>2007-09-27T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T06:46:39.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You've Got to Be Kidding Me</title><content type='html'>Last night, I lay in bed and somewhere around 11:30 p.m., our trash dumpster at the lofts was emptied.  That's right--the trash truck came by and banged around and dumped our trash at 11:30 p.m.  This is not the first time I have heard this--once, it was well after midnight that I heard such a commotion going on.  I was talking with a college student at Univ. of West Georgia, here in town, a few weeks ago.  He lives in the dorm-and he said he heard the trash dumpster at his dorm being emptied at like a horribly late hour of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?  Is there that much trash in Carroll County that it needs to be picked up at 11:30 at night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-8097445301403034979?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/8097445301403034979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=8097445301403034979' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/8097445301403034979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/8097445301403034979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2007/09/youve-got-to-be-kidding-me.html' title='You&apos;ve Got to Be Kidding Me'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-1499191374438175661</id><published>2007-09-26T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T06:24:33.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The South (Addendum)</title><content type='html'>And as a friend reminded me . . . the south is all about biscuits.  They completely love biscuits--and with good reason--biscuits go good with everything.  In fact, in the south, biscuits are a meal in and of itself.  From Jack's to Bojangle's, they have all corners covered when it comes to biscuits.  I mean there are restaurants that are completely devoted to just biscuit stuff on their menu.  It really is pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-1499191374438175661?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/1499191374438175661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=1499191374438175661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/1499191374438175661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/1499191374438175661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2007/09/south-addendum.html' title='The South (Addendum)'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-5275003651573420404</id><published>2007-09-25T10:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T10:34:31.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The South</title><content type='html'>Boiled peanuts . . . pork barbeque (no beef brisket 'round here) . . . trees and hills and the most gorgeous lakes . . . history--civil war stuff, civil rights sites and figures everywhere you look . . . red lights long enough to catch a nap between . . . traffic circles--in the most random places . . . towns everywhere . . . hospitality . . . accents--real southern accents . . . they call it the south--even though it is actually the southeast (just look on a U.S. map) . . . you can get to lots of cool stuff in big cities in a relatively short time . . . we live right off of the same highway i used to be able to see from my front porch in abilene, texas--that's really cool and comforting in a way . . . an affinity for football--not pro football so much but high school and wow, do they love their college football in these parts . . . restaurants that serve food based upon how many meats (normally just one) and how many veggies you want (usually one to three) . . . kentucky fried chicken buffets, breakfast, too . . . waffle houses as far as they eye can see (two on one interstate exit--unbelievable, my friends) . . . a mcdonald's, krystal, waffle house, and hardee's at literally almost every interstate exit . . . they have a few chicken expresses in georgia--just a bit of a drive from here (zaxby's-a chicken chain in these parts ain't too shabby) . . . a publix and ingles grocery store in every town (southern grocery food chains) . . . mountains and beaches a few hours in every direction . . . eastern time zone--something that affects you more than you would think (11:00 p.m. news is a killer) . . . beautiful flowers and landscaping everywhere (it is amazing what a little humidity can do) . . . oh, and a love for people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-5275003651573420404?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/5275003651573420404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=5275003651573420404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/5275003651573420404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/5275003651573420404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2007/09/south.html' title='The South'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-4378759133737695784</id><published>2007-09-17T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T16:51:59.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tour Championship</title><content type='html'>Yeah, that's right.  I got to go to the PGA Tour Championship this past weekend-at East Lake Golf Club in Atlanta.  It was quite cool.  Tiger came by and chatted with me.  Okay, maybe not--but I did get to see him and all of his friends.  The greens really were as bad as they said they were--the heat out here must have really cooked them.  There were bad spots all over; and they were pretty rough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The course is in a really interesting neighborhood--you can tell it is an older neighborhood.  It was once a pretty rough part of town; but apparently a lot of money has been put into it and it is renovated and really cool.  The course is pretty cool.  Pretty short.  The rough was really short.  Makes Colonial look like a long course, or at least the holes I saw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd was really big for Tiger--I was in a pack about seven or eight deep (I was right behind someone).  Other spots around me were about twenty-deep.  Good grief.  Besides Tiger and Phil's followings, the crowds were not too terribly bad.  Saw Ernie Els take 5 strokes to get down from about 100 yards.  I guess even the good ones have rough spots--makes me feel better about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren is really busy right now--she has like 84 papers and 22 tests today and tomorrow.  Okay, so maybe not that bad--but she has a ton going on.  I think she will be glad once tomorrow night gets here--she has a big test tomorrow.  While I was at the Tour Championship, she was at the school, studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Univ. of Texas Longhorns almost let me down on Saturday--almost got beat by the Univ. of Central Florida.  Good grief.  I think lots of people here understand and respect our love for Texas football--a number of people said something to me about the Longhorns barely getting by Sunday at church.  Lots of the teams around here have been getting beat and upset.  But 'Bama is still winning, somehow.  I guess it takes $4 million a year and Nick Saban--but they have found a way to win a few games.  Go Cowboys--they're still undefeated.  More than I can say for the local pro team around here--the Falcons--they just plain stink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-4378759133737695784?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/4378759133737695784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=4378759133737695784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/4378759133737695784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/4378759133737695784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2007/09/tour-championship.html' title='Tour Championship'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-8535366855324806649</id><published>2007-09-10T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T13:51:10.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a Few Days</title><content type='html'>Well, it has been a few days since we have posted anything.  So, just thought I would let you know that we are still kickin', still living life in this foreign land . . . then again, maybe it is not all that foreign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took in our first Carrollton Trojan football game this past Friday.  It was crazy--now that reminded us of Texas High School Football.  Packed crowd.  Even had our first boiled peanuts at the game.  Will have to agree with someone who told us that night--why mess with someone that is already good?  Can't say I liked it too much--it was a little sweeter than a normal peanut--but it was very wet and weird.  We helped root the Carrollton Trojans on to their 2-0 record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had me some good barbeque on Friday--went to play golf in Bremen, 10 minutes north of Carrollton.  Shot the best round since I have been here, which does not say much, then went and ate pork and beef barbeque at Bilbo's.  Man, it was good.  That might have been the first beef barbeque I have had seen since I have been here.  They definitely miss out on one of God's greatest creations--beef brisket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy to find the Texas Longhorns playing on TV Saturday night.  I rooted them on from Georgia.  Then, got to see America's Team win one somehow last night.  All in all, a great weekend--all of my teams won, might not have all been pretty, but they won.  Found out that we will get at least half of the Cowboys games on TV this year-maybe more-so that is definitely a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-8535366855324806649?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/8535366855324806649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=8535366855324806649' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/8535366855324806649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/8535366855324806649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2007/09/been-few-days.html' title='Been a Few Days'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-4975254208607439548</id><published>2007-09-05T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T11:43:52.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Iglesia</title><content type='html'>We have talked for a while about posting some pictures of our church on here.  But, I got to thinking today, why not just share our church's website with you, which has most of the pictures we wanted to share with you: &lt;a href="http://www.carrolltonfirstbaptist.com/"&gt;www.carrolltonfirstbaptist.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a picture of the sanctuary, click on the tab about worship services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-4975254208607439548?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/4975254208607439548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=4975254208607439548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/4975254208607439548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/4975254208607439548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2007/09/la-iglesia.html' title='La Iglesia'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-1118750579904823135</id><published>2007-09-03T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:09:03.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RtyKrjE6lWI/AAAAAAAAAHM/2lqxBQXPGJ8/s1600-h/IMG_0857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106108558286165346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RtyKrjE6lWI/AAAAAAAAAHM/2lqxBQXPGJ8/s320/IMG_0857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What do those look like?  Purple sausages?  Try potatoes.  We walked to the Farmer's Market on Saturday morning here in Carrollton.  I (Lauren) have been looking forward to going for some time but we have not been around on a Saturday until this weekend.  The above potatoes are purple skinned fingerlings (AKA peruvians).  I have seen them before but did not want to pay the price...well, these babies were only $1/lb from a very nice organic farmer.  Amazing price and beautiful, as well.  Even the starch was purple, as my white bar towel is now testimony!  We roasted them but I would really like to try them in a potato salad with a mustard vinagarette.  Next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RtyKKDE6lVI/AAAAAAAAAHE/y1VYIcwnLXY/s1600-h/IMG_0847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106107982760547666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RtyKKDE6lVI/AAAAAAAAAHE/y1VYIcwnLXY/s320/IMG_0847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saturday afternoon, we went to the Atlanta Braves game.  We met Krista (L's stepsister), Adam (Krista's husband), Jenna (Adam's sister), and Sharon (Adam's mom) there.  A fun time.  A bad game, a horrible game (as far as the Braves go)--but a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RtyJuDE6lUI/AAAAAAAAAG8/2GQfM0NV1Nw/s1600-h/IMG_0844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106107501724210498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RtyJuDE6lUI/AAAAAAAAAG8/2GQfM0NV1Nw/s320/IMG_0844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A view of the skyline from our seats.  A ginormous jumbo-tron in centerfield.  Behind it is downtown Atlanta.  Georgia State is down in the mix of all that--yep, that's the fun Lauren gets to have three-to-four times a week.  The gold dome is the state capitol.  Directly to the right is the torch from the Olympics.  Also, in the middle of the picture is a blue wall--that is the old Fulton County Stadium--and in the middle of the wall is a white dot--that is the Henry Aaron 715 landmark that we have a pic. of from a few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RtyJPDE6lTI/AAAAAAAAAG0/HdRluJEP3J0/s1600-h/IMG_0839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106106969148265778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RtyJPDE6lTI/AAAAAAAAAG0/HdRluJEP3J0/s320/IMG_0839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All of those flags are pennants.  See how many they have, including one red one--for a World Series Championship?  Do you know how many the Rangers have?  A few less.  Oh well--as you can see from the picture above, I still support my Rangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RtyIlDE6lSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Qt305kUuHqg/s1600-h/IMG_0827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106106247593760034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RtyIlDE6lSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Qt305kUuHqg/s320/IMG_0827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A pre-game radio show going on with Mark Lemke (old second baseman from the Braves playoff runs) and, I think maybe, Chip Caray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RtyIDzE6lRI/AAAAAAAAAGk/cHjTJlvqZxw/s1600-h/IMG_0829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106105676363109650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RtyIDzE6lRI/AAAAAAAAAGk/cHjTJlvqZxw/s320/IMG_0829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A picture of home plate from centerfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Braves got a grand total of two hits.  Probably would have just been better for them to have not gotten any--then we could have seen a no-hitter.  But the Mets beat up on them.  I am kind of a Met fan--so that's good, I guess.  But, the Braves put on a poor showing--much to the chagrin of Adam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We saw John Smoltz driving his car away from the game in a neighborhood as we were leaving and taking a short-cut back to the interstate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way back to Carrollton, we all ate at Gumbeaux's.  We had some shrimp etoufee, red beans and rice, fried crab cakes, and crawfish po boy all around the table.  I'm telling you what--if you are in Douglasville, GA and want some cajun food--this place is awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you are enjoying your Labor Day weekend--we sure have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--b&amp;amp;l&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-1118750579904823135?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/1118750579904823135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=1118750579904823135' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/1118750579904823135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/1118750579904823135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2007/09/our-weekend.html' title='Our Weekend'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RtyKrjE6lWI/AAAAAAAAAHM/2lqxBQXPGJ8/s72-c/IMG_0857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-1400156159673316992</id><published>2007-09-01T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T06:42:54.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People Talking Out of Their Heads</title><content type='html'>Why do people get such enjoyment out of telling others news?  Lauren and I went to the opening football game for Central High School last night.  They got to 2:30 left in the first quarter; and they had to stop the game because lightning was spotted.  Once lightning is spotted in Georgia, you must stop the game until 30 minutes from the last spot of lightning (we also heard another interesting tidbit on the radio--if two teams from different classifications are playing each other and it gets to 11:30 p.m., they must stop the game immediately.  If the teams are from the same classifications, they can play on indefinitely.  Hmm--somebody really thought that one out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went to our car and waited for an hour to see if they would begin again.  At that point, a lady went throughout the parking lot, yelling to everyone that the game would be delayed until 11:30 a.m. the next morning.  So, we thought okay, we'll come back in the morning.  Well we read the paper this morning--and the game was finished . . . LAST NIGHT.  After an hour and a half delay, they finished the game.  That lady did not know what she was talking about.  She just heard something, most probably a rumor-then got joy from telling others how it is.  Thanks, lady.  Thanks a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Central wound up losing.  But, Carrollton High, the other team here won--they (a 3A team) beat a pretty good 5A team.  Ought to be a fun football season.  Also, I found out this week that Carrollton High is the 17th most winning football program in the entire nation (for teams having played over 300 games)--how bout that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did get to see one of the strangest things ever last night.  On the opening kickoff, we kicked to them.  One of our kids actually tackled one of his own teammates--they were both running down the field to try to tackle the other team.  I am still not sure I understand what happened there.  Veyr strange.  I hope the poor guy just got confused or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played golf yesterday afternoon and learned why people do not walk playing golf out here--humidity and hills.  Oh, wow.  I went out to Bowdon, about 10 miles from Carrollton--where I was told I could walk and play for $10.  I thought, wow, even if it is a goat ranch, it's just $10.  Only problem is it is a Par 3 course--would have been nice to know.  I got out there and thought I would go ahead and play it since I drove out to play it.  Let's just put it this way--the speed of the greens depended upon how much sand was on them--they were overseeding them.  After nine holes, I had had enough of the sand, the hills and humidity, and the slow play (the group in front of me took 20 minutes to play a 151 yard hole)--so I left.  Went out to a course here in Carrollton and finished up my 18--much better.  Played pretty well, too, for the first time since we have been here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to the Braves game today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-1400156159673316992?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/1400156159673316992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=1400156159673316992' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/1400156159673316992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/1400156159673316992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2007/09/people-talking-out-of-their-heads.html' title='People Talking Out of Their Heads'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-5067981898889009255</id><published>2007-08-30T15:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T15:09:04.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, Rain, Go Away . . . wait a second.</title><content type='html'>It has been raining here for the past few days.  Went out to the driving range and had to quit early because it was raining.  But that's okay--it's supposed to be in the high eighties for the next few days--which is good because we are going to the Braves game on Saturday.  What a great change from the 350 degree days we have been having (okay, maybe not that bad--but boy it has been humid).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll take in our first Georgia high school football game tomorrow night--hope it is as exciting as Texas high school football.  We have about three high school teams to keep up with here in Carrollton--so that should be fun (and they are all in the same region--similar to districts in Texas). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren is finishing up her second week of school tonight.  She has been doing well--getting to know people there at school, getting a feel for doctorate work.  The Atlanta commute has not been too bad--she does not have to go in during high traffic times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-5067981898889009255?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/5067981898889009255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=5067981898889009255' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/5067981898889009255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/5067981898889009255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2007/08/rain-rain-go-away-wait-second.html' title='Rain, Rain, Go Away . . . wait a second.'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-8671819690354323726</id><published>2007-08-27T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:09:05.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boone, North Carolina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RtNLozE6lPI/AAAAAAAAAGU/vJZWTS35shY/s1600-h/IMG_0753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103505967018579186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RtNLozE6lPI/AAAAAAAAAGU/vJZWTS35shY/s320/IMG_0753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Welcome to our weekend.  I went along with Lauren up to North Carolina-to see Lauren's friend, Sarah, who lives in Boone.  We left on Friday morning and stopped in at yet another Dwarf House Chick-Fil-A for breakfast in Rome, Georgia--one side you can order like normal from a person at a cash register; the other side you can sit down on.  Lauren had an awesome chicken biscuit; and I downed me some grits, eggs, and biscuit--something I have decided is a southern staple.  From there, we headed north and drove through the northern Georgia mountains, past the Brasstown Baldy, the highest point in Geogia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these parts, all of the Kentucky Fried Chickens have buffets--something we saw a ton on this trip.  Wish we would have stopped there for lunch--anything would have been better than Clyde's, which is where we decided to stop.  We crossed into North Carolina; and things went from beautiful to absolutely beautiful.  We drove up and down some mountains and got into the first of two really big rainstorms, so we stopped at Clyde's in Waynesville, NC.  Looked like an awesome greasy spoon, home cookin' place.  It was greasy allright-greasy badfoodiness.  Never eat there--just in case you are ever at a crossroads of where to eat in Waynesville, North Carolina--don't pick Clyde's.  Just go hungry if you have to.  Lauren's was okay.  Mine was just plain bad--it gives fried chicken and mashed taters a bad name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we drove through the Smoky Mountains and Blue Ridge Mountains.  Above is a picture we took not too far from Boone.  This stop is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen.  The picture, of course, does not even get close to what it actually looks like.  Guess this is why they call them the Smoky Mountains in these parts--looks like there is smoke rising from all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RtNLPzE6lOI/AAAAAAAAAGM/PlJI-rn_ARo/s1600-h/IMG_0754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103505537521849570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RtNLPzE6lOI/AAAAAAAAAGM/PlJI-rn_ARo/s320/IMG_0754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Boone.  A really cool place.  It had been in the high 90s here in Carrollton last week.  At Sarah's, we slept with the door open and I had to close it because it was freezing.  It was perfect temp.  We ate at the Coyote Kitchen that night--totally made up for lunch--kind of a Tex-Mex sort of place.  I had the best salad I have ever eaten--lettuce, corn chips, salsa, kobe meat, cheese.  Awesome.  Guess it stretches the term, "salad"-but still.  Lauren had a boat thing--bunch of stuff together--fried plantains, sweet potatoes, chicken, black beans, and cornbread.  She also had a sweet potato fry appetizer that she really liked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RtNKxDE6lNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tRzwocRy3iQ/s1600-h/IMG_0768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103505009240872146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RtNKxDE6lNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tRzwocRy3iQ/s320/IMG_0768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saturday morning, we went to the Watagua County Farmer's Market (amazing); and we hiked up Grandfather Mountain, just south of Boone, up to 5,900 ft.  It was a seven mile hike; and we are still feeling the effects today--but boy, it was cool.  Above is a picture of the trail we took.  Wish the whole thing would have been like this--we literally had to crawl up some ginormous rocks to get to the top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RtNJ5TE6lMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Rwyk4W3QPRA/s1600-h/IMG_0773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103504051463165122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RtNJ5TE6lMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Rwyk4W3QPRA/s320/IMG_0773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No, this was not one of those rocks--but it was a really cool rock we saw on the way up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RtNJMDE6lLI/AAAAAAAAAF0/nxNZc8ekoIw/s1600-h/IMG_0785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103503274074084530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RtNJMDE6lLI/AAAAAAAAAF0/nxNZc8ekoIw/s320/IMG_0785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is why they call it Grandfather Mountain.  This outcropping in the distance looks like a man's face, if you look at it right.  Sorry the flash did not work well, but if you look right and use your imagination, you can see us and Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RtNIuTE6lKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/K9Pk22Q4IgA/s1600-h/IMG_0801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103502762972976290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RtNIuTE6lKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/K9Pk22Q4IgA/s320/IMG_0801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is from the top of Grandfather Mountain.  Made all 7 miles worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RtNITzE6lJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/br8nzWnYzzY/s1600-h/IMG_0823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103502307706442898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RtNITzE6lJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/br8nzWnYzzY/s320/IMG_0823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A shot on the way down the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just thought we would share a bit from our weekend with you.  We have been meaning to post some pictures of our church and of the loft--we will do that soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--b and l&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-8671819690354323726?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/8671819690354323726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=8671819690354323726' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/8671819690354323726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/8671819690354323726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2007/08/boone-north-carolina.html' title='Boone, North Carolina'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RtNLozE6lPI/AAAAAAAAAGU/vJZWTS35shY/s72-c/IMG_0753.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-6617240829024470012</id><published>2007-08-23T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T17:54:52.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alan Jackson</title><content type='html'>Well, Kay Mayo--I went to your old stompin' grounds today. Our Happiness Group at the church (Senior Adult group) took a trip to Newnan this afternoon (22 miles south of Carrollton)-so I decided to tag along. We went over there to eat at a fish place--Catfish Hollow. While there, I got the chance to eat some more of the Georgia staple, cheese grits. Man, those are great. They can't be that difficult to make-and they're so good to eat. Grits and cheese--you can't go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Newnan, we crossed the Chattahoochee River. Where have you heard that before? That's right-an Alan Jackson song. Jackson is from Newnan--yep, "Way down yonder on the Chattahoochee, never knew how much that muddy water went to me." I heard that toobing and floating down the river is big on the Chattahoochee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually did not get to get into Newnan, which I hope to do soon--I heard there is a really cool street of old homes and a great barbeque place (Sprayberry's, I think is what it's called). We took the bypass around town and went through a bunch of strip malls and new development out by the interstate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also heard about another city I need to go see--Peachtree City--not far from Newnan. I heard that they will not let people drive cars inside the city--only golf carts. You gotta be kiddin' me. I got to check that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren is heading for North Carolina tomorrow to see her friend, Sarah, for the weekend, before school gets too heavy. I am sure you will get to see awesome pictures from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-6617240829024470012?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/6617240829024470012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=6617240829024470012' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/6617240829024470012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/6617240829024470012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2007/08/alan-jackson.html' title='Alan Jackson'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-5489218701957649025</id><published>2007-08-17T18:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:09:06.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotlanta, 8/17/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RsZMeTE6lII/AAAAAAAAAFc/5ez4Nxo4IXY/s1600-h/IMG_0720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099847711444341890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RsZMeTE6lII/AAAAAAAAAFc/5ez4Nxo4IXY/s320/IMG_0720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, Lauren had orientation at Georgia Tech.  While it was not the most informative thing ever, it was very good for her--as she met other fellow doctoral students that she will be studying and working with.  I think it was a good day for her. &lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I trucked around Atlanta and checked some stuff out.  My first stop was the Georgia Dome (Falcons).  I was going to tour it--but when I found it it was $10 to park plus the tour cost for a short little tour, I said forget about it.  I then found out the Hawks do not give tours of their arena--I guess they figure no one comes to their games, so why would anyone want to tour their stadium.&lt;br /&gt;So, then I went to Turner Field (Braves).  They were having some type of ceremony, so there were no tours today.  But it was really cool to go up and see the stadium.  We hope to see a game soon. &lt;br /&gt;The above picture shows a deal they have.  They have tickets with all you-can-eat-food.  Are you kidding me?  That's so awesome--two great things of the south--baseball food and the Braves.  Texas Rangers--you could so learn from them--I love you; but they are light years ahead of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RsZMCDE6lHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/0_Atg8N6HTA/s1600-h/IMG_0722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099847226113037426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RsZMCDE6lHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/0_Atg8N6HTA/s320/IMG_0722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the site of Hank Aaron's 715 homerun.  They tore the old Fulton County Stadium down (where they played before 1996)--but they still have a little monument up for the stadium and this thing where his homerun landed.  Pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RsZLiDE6lGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/yXloxfY-5I0/s1600-h/IMG_0723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099846676357223522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RsZLiDE6lGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/yXloxfY-5I0/s320/IMG_0723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Atlanta is home of the very first Chick-Fil-A.  But it is unlike any other Chick-Fil-A.  One side has a place where you can order and sit like normal.  The other side has places to sit down and order from a waiter/waitress and a bar to sit at (you can see part of the menu at the bottom of the picture--it is a gigantic menu).  And they have tons more food--full menu breakfast, steaks, hamburgers, etc.  It is really cool.  I went in and thought I would just get a little biscuit and say I went there.  Well, I sat down and it looks like a Waffle House behind the bar--griddles, all that stuff.  So, I thought, I gots to try me a waffle and compare it.  Big mistake.  Right after I ordered, I saw their biscuits come out--oh yeah, definitely going back and trying that.  Plus, the sweetness of the waffle gave me a headache until dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RsZLODE6lFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-qf2wm1ISHs/s1600-h/IMG_0724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099846332759839826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RsZLODE6lFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-qf2wm1ISHs/s320/IMG_0724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The first Chick-Fil-A is what they call a "Dwarf House."  There are some others in Atlanta--means your regular Chick-Fil-A, but on steroids--like a regular restaurant (waiters, full menu, etc.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RsZKzzE6lEI/AAAAAAAAAE8/q8QpRsjg9E8/s1600-h/IMG_0729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099845881788273730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RsZKzzE6lEI/AAAAAAAAAE8/q8QpRsjg9E8/s320/IMG_0729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In my travels around Atlanta, I came upon Oglethorpe University.  Really cool old-looking buildings--but built modern.  Their baseball field has the most strange stands I have ever seen.  It is like ampitheatre-seats.  Not sure if you can really tell how weird these are from the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RsZKVzE6lDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/lZgNmgaQrEw/s1600-h/IMG_0731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099845366392198194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RsZKVzE6lDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/lZgNmgaQrEw/s320/IMG_0731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We ate at Fat Matt's Rib Shack for dinner tonight.  Lauren had heard about it.  Man, I am glad we went there.  I made the mistake of ordering the pulled pork sandwich.  Lauren got a rib sandwich--these ribs are incredible.  Really good.  Cool atmosphere--live blues music every night.  You can probably only fit like 50 people inside the restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-5489218701957649025?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/5489218701957649025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=5489218701957649025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/5489218701957649025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/5489218701957649025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2007/08/hotlanta-81707.html' title='Hotlanta, 8/17/07'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RsZMeTE6lII/AAAAAAAAAFc/5ez4Nxo4IXY/s72-c/IMG_0720.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-7114517886199349195</id><published>2007-08-14T19:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:45:05.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Citizenship, Pollution, Humidity, Red Lights</title><content type='html'>Well I guess we're officially Georgians now.  We have changed our license plates and unpacked our last box.  Feels like a home now.  We hope to post pictures of our loft, all moved in, soon--so that you can see where we live (if you care; you may not, in which case, just ignore the pictures).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pollution in the air seems to be going down a bit.  We are beginning to see real clouds again in the sky--for like the first time in a week.  Felt like we were living in a bubble of haze.  Even seemed a bit cooler tonight when we ran on our new trails.  Maybe I just wanted it to be cooler--but either way, it did feel cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People here in Georgia seem to think that we are used to this kind of heat.  They always comment about how the temperatures are warmer in Texas.  They just do not realize that there is like no humidity at all compared to what there is in the air out here.  Unreal, my friends, unreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have probably already mentioned this a time or two . . . but the red lights here in Carrollton last like, forever.  I can feel my whiskers growing sitting at some of these things.  Not really sure I understand why they are so lengthy--but they make a point of traffic lights all around town lasting an incredible length of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-7114517886199349195?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/7114517886199349195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=7114517886199349195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/7114517886199349195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/7114517886199349195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2007/08/citizenship-pollution-humidity-red.html' title='Citizenship, Pollution, Humidity, Red Lights'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-7856450659115771390</id><published>2007-08-10T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T20:31:48.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"A good day . . . a little hot."</title><content type='html'>Lauren's words summed it up well.  We traveled into Atlanta today-basically to map out how Lauren would get to and from school.  A little hot is an understatement, though.  That might have been the hottest I have ever been.  On our honeymoon, we were in New Orleans, right on the banks of the Mississippi River on a hot July afternoon--that was hot.  This might have been hotter.  It was well above 100 today--add in the Georgia humidity, and add in the warmness of a downtown of a major metropolitan city.  Yep, it was burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We checked out the Buckhead area (kind of a swankier area than the other parts of Atlanta we had seen) and Georgia Tech--a very nice college campus.  We forgot our camera--and too bad, because we had some really cool photo opp's.  We were bummed that we forgot it--we thought about turning around when we were in Douglasville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch at the Flying Biscuit Cafe (&lt;a href="http://www.flyingbiscuit.com/"&gt;www.flyingbiscuit.com&lt;/a&gt;) in Atlanta and dinner at Gumbeaux's in Douglasville (&lt;a href="http://www.gumbeauxs.com/"&gt;www.gumbeauxs.com&lt;/a&gt;).  I will let Lauren more fully describe those meals--we had been told they were wonderful.  And they lived up to all of our expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were almost ran over by a motorcycle today--by a policeman--on the SIDEWALK.  Good grief.  We checked out the World of Coca-Cola in Atlanta today--big waste of money.  I did get to taste a coke, though, called, "Beverly" from Italy--unbelievably bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good day.  An extremely hot day.  But a good day.  We figured out more about Lauren's school today.  We found a good MARTA stop (Atlanta's transit system).  Lauren should be able to drive in to just inside the loop of Atlanta-then ride the train into downtown--where her school is.  We also figured out there is more of a campus to Georgia State (one of the two schools Lauren will be working at--GA Tech is the other) than what we originally thought.  It is much more decentralized that most college campuses--but there is a campus there--it's just in downtown Atlanta--so it looks much different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have now been here a little over two weeks.  Work is going well for me.  We are enjoying the church.  We are getting to know the youth and the church members.  Had a back-to-school party the other night that went really well (Carrollton kids are already back in school).  We are having a get-together for high schoolers next weekend--"Nachos &amp; Nacho"--we're eating nachos and watching the movie, "Nacho Libre"--ah, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you probably know I love food.  I mean &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; love food...well good food.  I have been really excited to try the two places Brian mentioned and my enthusiasm did not waiver after eating there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first heard of the Flying Biscuit from Rachael Ray's $40 a day show on Food Network.  It has been featured in everything from Elle to the local independent Atlanta paper and it lived up to all expectations.  There are three locations and since we found that the original is generally the best, we decided to go there.  Brian got the breakfast and I got a fried green tomato BLT.  As the plates passed by me, I started regretting my decision.  The breakfasts looked REALLY good.  When our meal came, there were no regrets.  My sandwich was wonderful - minus the jalepeno and cashew relish, that was the only dull moment of the meal.  Brian's was also good and the biscuits were amazing, of course.  A must stop in Atlanta and we at there for under $25!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran across Gumbeaux's on an online forum concerning Douglasville restaurants.  The only restaurant talked about was this one so I asked around and got a resounding, "You have to go there!"   So we did and it was also wonderful.  I was a little disappointed in the husband for getting catfish, not exactly cajun.  However, even I liked it.  Yes, I said &lt;em&gt;liked &lt;/em&gt;it and as you probably know, I do not eat any type of fish.  I loved mine even more, though.  Red beans and rice with sausage.  I have enough in the refrigerator for another two meals and it was the half order (for $7.95).  We also at here for under $25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two very different restaurants - very wonderful restaurants, though, and a pretty good value when considering the reputations and the food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. For those worrying about our health, eating out so much today, let me ease your worries.  Flying Biscuit is not so bad - chicken sausage, turkey bacon, field greens and whole wheat buns should help.  Also, as Brian mentioned it was hot today and we walked a lot in the warmth today.  I am pretty sure I lost weight in this heat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-7856450659115771390?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/7856450659115771390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=7856450659115771390' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/7856450659115771390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/7856450659115771390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2007/08/good-day-little-hot.html' title='&quot;A good day . . . a little hot.&quot;'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-4752204368372493719</id><published>2007-08-09T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:09:07.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Georgia Mile is Longer Than a Texas Mile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RrvAOOpu8vI/AAAAAAAAAEs/lgM4ynM1pQE/s1600-h/IMG_0714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096878753983689458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RrvAOOpu8vI/AAAAAAAAAEs/lgM4ynM1pQE/s320/IMG_0714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rru-sepu8uI/AAAAAAAAAEk/3XskFlVDF10/s1600-h/IMG_0717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096877074651476706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rru-sepu8uI/AAAAAAAAAEk/3XskFlVDF10/s320/IMG_0717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rru98epu8tI/AAAAAAAAAEc/8k8Fud_R8MU/s1600-h/IMG_0715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096876250017755858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rru98epu8tI/AAAAAAAAAEc/8k8Fud_R8MU/s320/IMG_0715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We found a new running trail tonight--behind the hospital, with a little hidden lake. Very beautiful. Very cool.  We wanted to share some pictures of it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the last post, I noted that 1.2 miles does not equal 1.2 miles. I am pretty sure that is correct now. This trail tonight was 1 mile. Yeah, right. More like 5 miles. In the words of Lauren, "That's rough." The hills are a killer. The last picture shows the beginning of the trail--it has an incredibly steep hill to start the trail--the picture does not really do it justice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have two quotes we want to share with you. Last week at church, a friend of ours was talking about something; and for whatever reason, he said, "Jesus, he was the man." That could be my quote of the year. Tonight, at Target, we're walking along and there are two women with probably a junior high-age girl walking with them. Apparently, one of the women said something tacky. The young girl said, "You need to find you a Bible." Hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life moves along for us here in Georgia. Today marks our having been here for two weeks. Tomorrow, we are heading into the big town of Atlanta to figure out Lauren's going to and fro from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-4752204368372493719?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/4752204368372493719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=4752204368372493719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/4752204368372493719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/4752204368372493719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2007/08/georgia-mile-is-longer-than-texas-mile.html' title='A Georgia Mile is Longer Than a Texas Mile'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RrvAOOpu8vI/AAAAAAAAAEs/lgM4ynM1pQE/s72-c/IMG_0714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-4447136965109089953</id><published>2007-08-07T18:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T18:51:51.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1.2 does not equal 1.2</title><content type='html'>We went running tonight.  The trail we had mapped out was 1.2 miles.  1.2 miles in Georgia seems to be a bit different than what we are used to.  Hills and humidity add a tad to that.  This week it is 100 degrees in Georgia plus an incredible amount of humidity.  This makes the pollution coming out of Atlanta kind of hang in the atmosphere--so there has been kind of a haze in the sky for the last few days.  Probably the wettest and stickiest we have ever felt.  There are not many flat places in these parts--so, I guess we will have to get used to a new 1.2 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-4447136965109089953?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/4447136965109089953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=4447136965109089953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/4447136965109089953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/4447136965109089953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2007/08/12-does-not-equal-12.html' title='1.2 does not equal 1.2'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-7435456912657267003</id><published>2007-08-06T06:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:09:08.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World's Largest Yard Sale...Really</title><content type='html'>We decided after all to head to northern Alabama after dropping Mom off at the airport. We had read about a small town called Mentone and the southern most ski resort in the US and decided we just had to see both. We headed north on Highway 59 and got off in Collinsville to make our way to Mentone. Keep in mind, we could have continued on 59 and not taken the scenic route. We soon saw what we thought to be a huge community yard sale, was a bit annoyed by the traffic, and moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RrcqA-pu8kI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ak388kzyINU/s1600-h/IMG_0674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095587699699413570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RrcqA-pu8kI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ak388kzyINU/s320/IMG_0674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As we moved on, we realized that the yard sales multiplied and went on for a few miles. We kept thinking, "This has to be the last one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095591771328410194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rrctt-pu8lI/AAAAAAAAADc/Rj5wq4qILrM/s320/IMG_0679.JPG" border="0" /&gt; However, they did not end. The yard sales actually stretch from Gadsden, Alabama (about 20 miles south of where we got on in Collinsville) to Kentucky! 450 MILES LONG! It took us about one and a half hours to go twenty miles! This event was also in our book that we found Mentone in...unfortunately we did not see if we were going on the one weekend every year that this takes place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did eventually make it out of the yard sale and were able to see some breathtaking water falls. The first is in Little River Canyon and the second is in Desot0 State Park. I was able to some locals and they told me that the water is actually very low compared to normal levels. Unlike Texas, Alabama and Georgia are in a drought. The falls from the first picture should actually have two falls, but the water is too low. I still say it is beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095597114267726450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rrcyk-pu8nI/AAAAAAAAADs/q_ZerH7JUac/s320/IMG_0683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below is the "ski resort" that we just had to see. Not so impressive, we know, but I guess we should have suspected as much considering it is a ski resort in ALABAMA.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095598020505825922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RrczZupu8oI/AAAAAAAAAD0/vOhYkrhAa3Q/s320/IMG_0698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the Desoto Falls. We stopped for lunch here and would love to go back to the state park for a longer visit. They have a small motel for about $70 a night and would be well worth it if only for the scenery. They are booked, though and the attendant suggested booking a year in advance! I guess we are not the only ones that thought it would be a good idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095625650030441138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RrdMh-pu8rI/AAAAAAAAAEM/z5kkVPrdFJI/s320/IMG_0700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time driving around northern Alabama...minus the yard sale! I think it might have been a bit too much driving after driving from Texas just two weeks before but it was worth it to see the falls. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095627539816051394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RrdOP-pu8sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/3eEFUhJdNOY/s320/IMG_0688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Until next time, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lauren&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-7435456912657267003?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/7435456912657267003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=7435456912657267003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/7435456912657267003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/7435456912657267003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2007/08/worlds-largest-yard-salereally.html' title='The World&apos;s Largest Yard Sale...Really'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RrcqA-pu8kI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ak388kzyINU/s72-c/IMG_0674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-8749586788916368625</id><published>2007-08-03T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T18:44:18.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Stuff</title><content type='html'>We promised you reports of food and have, for the most part, failed to deliver to this point.  So . . . we have to tell you about the best croutons in the world--at Parelli's--a block from our house.  They cook pizza on the wood iron thingy-doober.  It's really good.  But the ceasar salad was un-bi-lievable.  these croutons--probably had 8,000 calories in each one--but oh my goodness, it was like saturated in a grease--but in a really tasty way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode over to Douglasville tonight to shop a bit and saw a cool Cajun place--Gumbeaux's.  We have heard wonderful reports about it.  There were twenty groups in line in front of us on the waiting list--so we went to a pizza place.  But we want to go back there soon.  On the way over there, we saw a guy driving a truck drinking some form of liquid from a Jack Daniel's bottle--straight from it, I kid you not.  Right on the highway.  I can only imagine what was in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Irish Bred Pub a couple of blocks from our loft (downtown here has 17 locally-owned restaurants that all look amazing) has one of the best philly cheese steak sandwiches.  Now that I write this, I realize I might have already written about this.  So, I guess I will move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren and Martha ate at a place the other day in Waco (Georgia!) called Big Mama's.  And the report sounds like everything you would imagine from a place called, "Big Mama's."  Big Mama gets up at 3:00 a.m. to get the veggies ready.  We are definitely going to have to go back--and take our camera and get a pic with Big Mama.  And Waco is a bit smaller than Waco, TX--their sheriff's dept. is in a corner of the courthouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We take Martha back to the airport in Birmingham tomorrow morning.  We are thinking about making a big scenic loop on the way back--going up towards Tennessee and checking the sites out up in the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One other note before I sign off--I thought Texas had a lot of churches.  There is literally almost a church on EVERY street corner in Georgia.  Just a thought to leave you with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-8749586788916368625?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/8749586788916368625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=8749586788916368625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/8749586788916368625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/8749586788916368625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2007/08/food-stuff.html' title='Food Stuff'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-1904430427804607716</id><published>2007-08-02T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:09:10.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Got Ya Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RrKSk-pu8hI/AAAAAAAAAC8/pITqTS7-ciQ/s1600-h/IMG_0669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094295292500439570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RrKSk-pu8hI/AAAAAAAAAC8/pITqTS7-ciQ/s320/IMG_0669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our bad--sorry if this makes your head hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RrKSKupu8gI/AAAAAAAAAC0/UAla04wryys/s1600-h/IMG_0668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094294841528873474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RrKSKupu8gI/AAAAAAAAAC0/UAla04wryys/s320/IMG_0668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful, little park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RrKRjepu8fI/AAAAAAAAACs/WPkcPXMM_JE/s1600-h/IMG_0663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094294167219007986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RrKRjepu8fI/AAAAAAAAACs/WPkcPXMM_JE/s320/IMG_0663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really sure what to say at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RrKQ4-pu8eI/AAAAAAAAACk/XNBAYVCWn-A/s1600-h/IMG_0660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094293437074567650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RrKQ4-pu8eI/AAAAAAAAACk/XNBAYVCWn-A/s320/IMG_0660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder where that goes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RrKP6upu8dI/AAAAAAAAACc/kxU_NZU9Fs0/s1600-h/IMG_0659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094292367627710930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RrKP6upu8dI/AAAAAAAAACc/kxU_NZU9Fs0/s320/IMG_0659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm. It may be ran over and old and stuff-but still, that thing once held a grand ol' Krystal burger. We now live in the mecca of Krystal &amp; Waffle House. Word is that a Waffle House museum is opening in the first ever Waffle House--maybe they will let us into that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RrKPS-pu8cI/AAAAAAAAACU/_a3z5SFIKes/s1600-h/IMG_0657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094291684727910850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RrKPS-pu8cI/AAAAAAAAACU/_a3z5SFIKes/s320/IMG_0657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just turn your head sideways and look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RrKOB-pu8bI/AAAAAAAAACM/K9PCDoOXMEQ/s1600-h/IMG_0651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094290293158506930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RrKOB-pu8bI/AAAAAAAAACM/K9PCDoOXMEQ/s320/IMG_0651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A street in our new town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we live here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RrKNK-pu8aI/AAAAAAAAACE/7Ng3ge3nsUE/s1600-h/IMG_0632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094289348265701794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RrKNK-pu8aI/AAAAAAAAACE/7Ng3ge3nsUE/s320/IMG_0632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom and I (Lauren) took a trip to the John Tanner State Park, about six miles outside of Carrollton. We went in a paddle boat, swam, and walked around the lake. This sideways picture - sorry about that, if anybody knows how to post pics the right way I would appreciate some pointers - is a view from the trail. The trees are a bit taller than I am used to, for some reason the mesquites of West Texas do not grow this tall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RrKIs-pu8YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/IYfij_9XcA4/s1600-h/IMG_0648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094284434823115138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="170" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RrKIs-pu8YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/IYfij_9XcA4/s320/IMG_0648.JPG" width="293" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bridge was on a side trail - it is made from&lt;br /&gt;shells and concrete. I wish the detail was better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RrKKbupu8ZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/9vz_5FePTQU/s1600-h/IMG_0644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094286337493627282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" height="216" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RrKKbupu8ZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/9vz_5FePTQU/s320/IMG_0644.JPG" width="301" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, almost through our second week in Georgia-land.  Lovin' the southern cooking.  Lovin' the trees and hills.  Lovin' the people.  We hope all is well with you and yours.  If you are reading this, it is most probably because you are someone close to our hearts.  Know that you are in our thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--L &amp;amp; be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-1904430427804607716?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/1904430427804607716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=1904430427804607716' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/1904430427804607716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/1904430427804607716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2007/08/we-got-ya-pictures.html' title='We Got Ya Pictures'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RrKSk-pu8hI/AAAAAAAAAC8/pITqTS7-ciQ/s72-c/IMG_0669.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-216518496297984917</id><published>2007-07-31T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:09:12.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sampling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rq_tN-pu8WI/AAAAAAAAABk/nt-4FwIPuio/s1600-h/IMG_0595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093550527991443810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rq_tN-pu8WI/AAAAAAAAABk/nt-4FwIPuio/s320/IMG_0595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Atlanta--but still, very reminiscent of Carrollton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rq_sTupu8VI/AAAAAAAAABc/5URsXceYMxY/s1600-h/IMG_0571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093549527264063826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rq_sTupu8VI/AAAAAAAAABc/5URsXceYMxY/s320/IMG_0571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Replica of the Oval Office at the Carter Center in Atlanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rq_rxOpu8UI/AAAAAAAAABU/zAX57UP6mb8/s1600-h/IMG_0567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093548934558576962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rq_rxOpu8UI/AAAAAAAAABU/zAX57UP6mb8/s320/IMG_0567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stone Mountain in Atlanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rq_rSupu8TI/AAAAAAAAABM/zZ3ltGnzFWE/s1600-h/IMG_0563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093548410572566834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rq_rSupu8TI/AAAAAAAAABM/zZ3ltGnzFWE/s320/IMG_0563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We're here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rq_qUepu8SI/AAAAAAAAABE/vpWYZhZjP6o/s1600-h/IMG_0561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093547341125710114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rq_qUepu8SI/AAAAAAAAABE/vpWYZhZjP6o/s320/IMG_0561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There you go--Dreamland in Birmingham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rq_p4upu8RI/AAAAAAAAAA8/CVDK-VfJ-0s/s1600-h/IMG_0557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093546864384340242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rq_p4upu8RI/AAAAAAAAAA8/CVDK-VfJ-0s/s320/IMG_0557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Univ. of Bama's football stadium had a gate open on the drive through to Georgia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rq_o3Opu8QI/AAAAAAAAAA0/MYKAkKIvLtQ/s1600-h/IMG_0609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093545739102908674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rq_o3Opu8QI/AAAAAAAAAA0/MYKAkKIvLtQ/s320/IMG_0609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A building with just a public restroom in Carrollton. Just had to put that (Lauren does not think it is funny; but it is, nonetheless). Two blocks from our loft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rq_oOOpu8PI/AAAAAAAAAAs/FUGum_B6W68/s1600-h/IMG_0608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093545034728272114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rq_oOOpu8PI/AAAAAAAAAAs/FUGum_B6W68/s320/IMG_0608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Did we mention the people are laid back in Carrollton??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rq_np-pu8OI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kCEPkB3wDZA/s1600-h/IMG_0606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093544411958014178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rq_np-pu8OI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kCEPkB3wDZA/s320/IMG_0606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do we need two stop signs?? Well actually after looking at it, I think there is a reason--but funny nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we finally got the wireless modem in today--so we thought we would share some pictures we already had on the comp. and some we made tonight. In the days to come, we will share more pics from around town. Did we mention that Carrollton is a beautiful place? It absolutely amazes us each day. And the people--they amaze us, too--they are so incredibly nice and talkative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-216518496297984917?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/216518496297984917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=216518496297984917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/216518496297984917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/216518496297984917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2007/07/sampling.html' title='A Sampling'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rq_tN-pu8WI/AAAAAAAAABk/nt-4FwIPuio/s72-c/IMG_0595.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-3367491403461562919</id><published>2007-07-30T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T18:33:59.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8:00, 7:00 central</title><content type='html'>How many times have you heard that a TV show is coming on at, "8:00, 7:00 central."  I have just always blocked the first time off and listened for the central time zone.  Not so anymore--we had dinner at the coolest little restaurant in downtown tonight (I most def. had one of the best cheesesteaks in my life--nowhere close to a Waffle House cheesesteak, but still).  A baseball game was on and it flashed something across the screen about something coming on TV at 1:30 a.m. eastern.  My first thought was that meant 12:30 (central)--but no more, my friends--we do not have to subtract an hour anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We felt like real Southerners today--the first Waffle House dining experience for us since the move.  Martha (Lauren's mom) came in today.  She had never ate at one--so, of course, we had to take her to one--in Pell City, Alabama, on the way back from the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty sure that we are in a magical place--the exit we take off of I-20 coming back from the airport has a Waffle House on BOTH sides of the interstate.  You have got to be kidding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-3367491403461562919?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/3367491403461562919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=3367491403461562919' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/3367491403461562919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/3367491403461562919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2007/07/800-700-central.html' title='8:00, 7:00 central'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-2756822882253132544</id><published>2007-07-29T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T18:50:57.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Observations</title><content type='html'>Lots of trees, lots of hills. I have been surprised that there are some places in town where trees are cut down enough to see some sky.  There are many spots where we just step back and say, "Wow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone that we have come into contact with in GA is very friendly--very conversational.   Everyone that has come by to work on various things spend lots of time talking with us.  We have had a number of people drop by so far--church members and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is the coolest little building here in town--in downtown.  It just has a sign out front that says, "Public Restroom;" and then there is a door with a long hallway leading to something, hopefully the public restroom.  Need to check that one out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-2756822882253132544?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/2756822882253132544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=2756822882253132544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/2756822882253132544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/2756822882253132544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2007/07/few-observations.html' title='A Few Observations'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-2553069972163323420</id><published>2007-07-28T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T19:51:31.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day, Another Dollar</title><content type='html'>We ate at Texas Roadhouse tonight--helped us remember where we are from in the midst of a foreign land :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-2553069972163323420?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/2553069972163323420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=2553069972163323420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/2553069972163323420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/2553069972163323420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2007/07/another-day-another-dollar.html' title='Another Day, Another Dollar'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-5359973793270713918</id><published>2007-07-28T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T07:58:50.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in the Life Of . . .</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the delay in our blogging.  We have been internet-less for a few days.  We sort of have the internet now (they sent the wrong modem).  Speaking of wrong . . . we are without a fridge.  The cable guy spent three and a half hours here yesterday trying to hook up the dish.  Oh, he'll be back again this morning to spend some more quality time with us.  It was quite a day yesterday.  We had all sorts of new friends running in and out of the house--putting up lighting, attempting to fix the fridge, attempting to get the dish going.  Twas a long day.  But a good day--we got lots of stuff put up around the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before--our friends Joe and Perry unloaded all of our stuff here.  It was unbelievable having people move you--we did not sweat a drop until all of the boxes were dropped off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today more of the same this morning.  If our friend Warren can get the dish hooked up today, we will go over to Douglasville to do some shopping (which completely and totally excites me--or not) and hang out for a while--try to relax some.  We were wiped out yesterday.  I had not been so tired since . . . well since, Mission Trip :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night before last was the first night in two weeks I slept in my own bed.  It was a whirlwind tour around the country in between those two weeks--with mission trip, moving, etc.--but it was such a fun, worthwhile two weeks.  But now we are home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the lack of pictures--we have tons we want to share with you.  But since we did not get sent a wireless modem, we cannot share our new pictures with you from the laptop.  Hopefully we will be able to soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well with everyone out there in internet land.  Like a good friend mentioned the other day--we are not far away now--just 10 minutes east of Dallas . . . via the internet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onward and upward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Brian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-5359973793270713918?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/5359973793270713918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=5359973793270713918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/5359973793270713918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/5359973793270713918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-in-life-of.html' title='A Day in the Life Of . . .'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-5640709496357782677</id><published>2007-07-25T19:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:09:12.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Here . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RqgJqupu8NI/AAAAAAAAAAc/LRZ-SAT_jqE/s1600-h/IMG_0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091330008424575186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RqgJqupu8NI/AAAAAAAAAAc/LRZ-SAT_jqE/s320/IMG_0192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RqgJFepu8MI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rC7Jxj91csE/s1600-h/IMG_0191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091329368474448066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RqgJFepu8MI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rC7Jxj91csE/s320/IMG_0191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check out our new pad.  This is our new loft.  We even have a toilet!  We do not have to use the outhouse.  We made it into Carrollton today (after messing around Atlanta for the morning--checked out the Jimmy Carter Center, drove through the MLK center and downtown area, ate lunch at the good ol' Varsity) and cleaned around the loft (it was not exactly clean when we found it).  Now we are at the hotel awaitng the 8:00 a.m. drop-off of all of our belongings at the loft (what a weird feeling to be apart from all of your belongings for that long--kind of freeing actually).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carrollton, Georgia--quite a beautiful place to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Brian (with Lauren looking over his shoulder and disagreeing with wording of certain things but still being okay with it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-5640709496357782677?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/5640709496357782677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=5640709496357782677' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/5640709496357782677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/5640709496357782677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2007/07/were-here.html' title='We&apos;re Here . . .'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/RqgJqupu8NI/AAAAAAAAAAc/LRZ-SAT_jqE/s72-c/IMG_0192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-192930377288948790</id><published>2007-07-24T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:09:12.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep, We Were Right</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rqax_Opu8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VaxMPYtrHss/s1600-h/IMG_0339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090952128611938482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rqax_Opu8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VaxMPYtrHss/s320/IMG_0339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah, that's Larry McMurtry (see the first blog entry).  We just learned how to add pictures to this thing.  We will add pictures as we go; but we are way too tired now.  It is 10:15 p.m. (Atlanta time) and we are completely worn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Meridian, Mississippi and went by Univ. of Alabama and saw the ginormous f-ball stadium and the original Dreamland in Tuscaloosa.  Then we ate at the Dreamland in Birmingham.  Got to Atlanta mid-afternoon.  We are in the Amerisuites in downtown Hotlanta tonight.  Not really all that hot, though.  Had us some good southern cookin' at Mary Mac's tea room tonight--cheese grits, real mac n' cheese, something called pot likker (still don't want to know what that was--but Lauren said it was good). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are wondering about this entry's title, we stopped at the Georgia Welcome Center when we crossed into our new home state--to pick up some hotel coupons (which we used tonight!).  Lauren was talking with a man from Roswell, Georgia--she told him we are from Texas, to which he replied, "That is a nation, isn't it?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right--Texans in a foreign land.  Here we go.  Off to Carrollton tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onward and upward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Brian &amp;amp; Lauren&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-192930377288948790?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/192930377288948790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=192930377288948790' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/192930377288948790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/192930377288948790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2007/07/yep-we-were-right.html' title='Yep, We Were Right'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/Rqax_Opu8LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VaxMPYtrHss/s72-c/IMG_0339.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-660355494063200400</id><published>2007-07-23T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T20:39:11.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the week that was</title><content type='html'>Last week, Lauren spent her days preparing, packing, cleaning all of that stuff for the move.  Bless her heart.  She worked her tail off all week long.  I was living it up on mission trip with the youth--Mission:Penitas--we traveled to the Rio Grande Valley and ministered to people at a church in the area, then finished the week up on South Padre Island Beach.  Then, I was ordained on Sunday, we had our final day at the church, said our good-byes, then there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a heck of a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-660355494063200400?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/660355494063200400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=660355494063200400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/660355494063200400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/660355494063200400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2007/07/week-that-was.html' title='the week that was'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-152808279585071470</id><published>2007-07-23T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T20:36:41.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meridian, mississippi</title><content type='html'>First night of our new journey finds us at the Sleep Inn in Meridian, Mississippi.  We left Hamilton at 8:30 a.m.'ish and got here around 7:00 p.m.  A breakfast at Burger King in Glen Rose, lunch in Longview, and just a couple of quick stops.  Not too bad.  Tomorrow-off to Atlanta to spend the night there and see a few sites before in to Carrollton on Wednesday afternoon to prepare the loft for the movers on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day full of excitement and sadness, hope and mixed feelings.  The next part of our journey begins; and we anticipate all the things that come our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Brian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-152808279585071470?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/152808279585071470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=152808279585071470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/152808279585071470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/152808279585071470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2007/07/meridian-mississippi.html' title='meridian, mississippi'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665577885694876918.post-4923500763457968432</id><published>2007-07-10T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T19:59:54.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready or Not, Here We Come</title><content type='html'>Today is Tuesday, July 10.  9:55 p.m.  In three days, I leave Fort Worth for good--for a weekend of preparing for Mission:Penitas (mission trip with FBC Hamilton, TX Youth Ministry), then the week of Mission:Penitas, then my last day at FBC/ordination service, then, depending upon when the movers get there, heading eastbound on I-20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren will be around FW for another week, finishing things up, saying goodbyes, etc.  She will meet me in Hamilton next weekend; and we will go from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are excited and nervous.  Sad and happy.  Ready to go and sad to leave TX behind.  Ready or not, Georgia, here we come.  I look forward to getting settled in Georgia, beginning work with a new youth ministry, getting Lauren settled into traveling into Atlanta.  A new beginning.  A new start.  Yet it's the same ol' Lauren &amp; Brian.  Good things ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Jeremy Johnston, and I traveled to Archer City today to a gynormous used bookstore--run by Larry McMurtry.  Got my picture taken with him.  If I knew how to upload pictures on this thing, I would share it with you.  But alas, I am not nearly smart enough to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, until next time . . . onward and upward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Brian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665577885694876918-4923500763457968432?l=texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/feeds/4923500763457968432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=665577885694876918&amp;postID=4923500763457968432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/4923500763457968432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665577885694876918/posts/default/4923500763457968432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texansinaforeignland.blogspot.com/2007/07/ready-or-not-here-we-come.html' title='Ready or Not, Here We Come'/><author><name>Brian Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05505564143747799727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Epg-NjkCcHY/SaP69gbnXgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4dzPoOsFeco/S220/Paul+and+I.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
