If Heidi Was A Simpsons Avatar, She Might Look Like...

What? I should be allowed to have Angelina-lips when I'm an avatar. It's so totally me to wear white pants. And the blue hair? Already been there, done that. And I kinda like it.



Yes, I've been bored. It's still fun, though. [SimpsonsMovie... as swiped from Jezebel post]

We Get it Backwards

What kind of qualifier is "pretty much"? If someone says, "she's pretty much the best actress", do you assume that she is, in fact, the speaker's favorite actress? Or are there others that he/she may think is better? I'm often confused by qualifiers. Just wanted a second opinion. :)

Attempting the "Don't Overthink It" Philosophy/Advice

I've been scattered and completely miscellaneous over the last couple of days. Say you haven't noticed. Pssha. Anyway, I figure my posts should reflect at least some semblance of my truest self, and tonight (for the last two days), the self is hodge-podge. So, without further ado, the things that captured my oh-look-there's-a-squirrel self-diagnosed who-doesn't-have-it-nowadays I'm-just-like-Paris-Hilton ADD... in other words, my varied interests on the interweb today:

• SPICE GIRLS Reunion!!! I just have one thing to say about that: Ziga Zay Ah. Too bad I don't know what that means. :(
• Best License Plate Ever, You Say??? I know one in les montagnes of NC that is pretty darn similar.
• I WANT my Dali wall clock. My art history prof would be so proud that I recognized it. Of course I would, though, and I'd like ants coming from the palms of its "hands", too.
• Facial expressions have always been interesting to me. And I've always been pretty good at reading them. I got 100% correct for that portion on this test. (Duh! OF COURSE I took the Sex I.D. test! Seriously... if you're reading my blog and you honestly wouldn't, walk away right now. Okay, okay... truth: I'm only halfway through the test. I'm interested in lots of different things... did I mention the squirrel before? I get easily distracted and cannot be expected to sit for a 6-part test all at once. Luckily, it remembers me every time I come back to take a new part of it. I'm looking forward to the finish line and what I might learn about myself!)
• How many Tar Heels does it take to make up a Bobcats organization? Off the top of my head (okay, okay... from an earlier conversation tonight, too): MJ, Phil Ford, Buzz Peterson, Sean May, Ray Felton, Jeff McInnis, and now the rookie.
• Finally, I think everyone should have their own air horn... or at least really funny air horn memories. Haley, please keep practicing the air horn. Do it now. At home, at work, just do it. And when you've done the air horn, lip sync me some Shoop Shoop. I swear, that girl makes me laugh like almost no one else can!!!

Oh, Paris... No, Honey, No

I KNOW I shouldn't watch it, but I cannot look away. I think Paris Hilton is the biggest phooey shoveler out there. And what kind of idiot is Larry King. Puff piece much, Larry? He didn't even ask her ANYTHING difficult in the first 30 minutes. Is he REALLY doing this interview??? Of course, then when he starts asking her harder questions, she starts buffaloing. Come on, Paris. I've SEEN some of the videos and pictures. It takes some real skill for all of those guys to make it look like you were drinking and doing drugs. Seriously... you want us to believe you've never done drugs and that you're really not into drinking?

With it in the news this much, I just couldn't not watch the Paris interview. I was disappointed to see Michael Moore bumped FOR Paris, but at least they're using this ratings event to advertise the Michael Moore interview. I may not agree with everything he says, but at least I believe MM... Paris, not so much.

Last thing about Paris, then I'm moving on. A recent Jezebel post (don't click on it if you're easily offended by language or, well, other things... Paris has proven she's not the saint she's trying to sell on Larry King... a round-up of her "top five reasons we dislike her" is guaranteed to be an assault on the innocent eyes/minds of the goody two-shoes readers of this simple little blog) reminded us all why we dislike Paris. The quickie run-down:

• The Firecrotch Incident with Brandon Davis (ugh, Brandon Davis)
• Tinkerbell (and other pets) LOST (or neglected)
• The Sex Tape... not so much for the tape, but c'mon, Rick Saloman? (again, UGH)
• Vote or Die Campaign
• The Tape That Proves She's a Racist... and a bad dancer... and, um, I'm pretty sure disproves her revelation to Larry King that she's never done drugs. By the way, I hate the N word... don't even think it around me

The Excitement That Is Kona

Poor Kona is hurt again. Bless her heart... if there's an injury to be found, she can find it. This time, it's a dog bite on her head and neck. She picked a fight with a much bigger canine and will be paying the price tonight. I'm sure she'll be sporting the most awesome new hairstyle tomorrow morning (post-vet visit). Dr. Morgan seems to get a real kick out of shaving her to repair whatever damage there is; and I'm SURE he'll do the same tomorrow AM.

This injury occurred this evening around 8-ish. Can't be sure of the time, but it was still light outside and dinner was long finished. I can't think of anything that would be used to help me pinpoint the time either... usually there would be a phone call or e-mail sent or something like that (all my little techno gadgetry uses timestamps)... but there doesn't seem to be anything coming to mind. What was I even doing??? Actually, I was cataloging pictures... again. Or maybe that was just after I came downstairs from watching Top Chef (what? another reality game show? YES... and don't judge me... you may have other habits: myspace, xbox, chocolate... I have reality game shows... well, that and complaining about reality game shows). Anyway, Kona was really antsy to get outside. But it wasn't the I'm-gonna-kill-something antsy. It was truly more the I-really-really-really-have-to-go antsy. So, I didn't even think twice about letting them out. But as soon as that door was open, they hit the trail with their noses to the grindstone (perhaps that's a bit of a mixed metaphor... oh well, I'm not the master of metaphors, that's for sure). They went to the right part of the yard first, and then Kona caught site of what was bothering her nose... our neighbor's yellow lab... doing something (laying? walking around? sitting? otherwise resting? just passing through?) in our yard. She took off like a shot... with the little red shadow trailing behind. By the time I could get out there to see what was happening (I was hearing it without fail), the fight was nearly over. I saw Cooper at the yellow lab's tail and Kona at his head... perhaps in his mouth... not really sure what I saw at this point. I know now that she was, in fact, in his mouth at some point. But, from what I could tell, the yellow lab was trying to make his escape. He finally wrestled free, Cooper was barking normally & giving chase, and Kona gave this loud long yelp. Yes, it sounded like she'd been hurt; but she continued, like Cooper, to chase after the yellow lab and run crazy-dog around the yard sniffing and marking territory and sniffing some more. When I finally caught her, she didn't look to be hurt. Two hours (or so) later, Jon comes down with a trembling Kona in his arms asking me what in the heck happened?! She has two large gashes in her head... one on top, one in her neck. They're bad enough to make Dr. Jon woozy... well, that and the fact that he's extremely worried about her. Hopefully, the vet will provide wonderful, awesome service tomorrow... and hopefully, we all make it through the night in one piece.

Luving on Mondays... The Day for New Composure

Swiped from another blog, today's quote from Pierre Reverdy: “There is no love; there are only proofs of love.” See? I told you.

Also in today's news (from Yahoo! Sports): "A bouncer who was shot and said his left ankle was bitten by Adam "Pacman" Jones in a strip club melee sued the suspended NFL player and other members of his entourage for damages Monday." I mean, I feel ya, Pacman. Sometimes you've got no other moves than to just chomp down on a man's ankle.

So, you know how most people hate Mondays? I have very much come to enjoy Mondays. In fact, I told multiple people today (I remember two specifically... oh wait, maybe a 3rd!) that Mondays are grand because you have the whole week ahead of you to solve any problem that might come up on a Monday! If problems occur on Fridays, on the other hand, you have to waller (okay, wallow if you're not from the South) in 'em until Monday rolls back around. Bottom line... don't hate on Mondays. Monday may very well be my new favorite (and most sane) day of the week.

Hey, by the way, I think I'm addicted to online shopping. Okay, not really, but I am a sucker for a VS "final sale" e-mail. (Yes, I have noticed multiple "final sale" e-mails. I KNOW it's not really the final sale.) I even tried to get Haley to affirm the good deals today. She wasn't biting... but she did bless my purchase... well, kinda. These suits really are a good deal. And who doesn't need a rainbow of options for the pool?! Oh wait... you guys don't all get to go to the pool every day. Just kidding... I don't either. Although, I'm going tomorrow and Wednesday. I didn't go today, though. So, see? Not every day.

Why Can't You Just Do As You're Told When You're Told??

So... I used to be a nagger. Well, Jon used to tell me that I nagged him a lot. He doesn't tell me that anymore... not sure if that's because I've quit nagging or if he's just stopped listening. Personally, I think I've stopped because I've just started doing things for myself. Anyway, for those of you still dealing with the nagging problem of nagging: 8 Tips to Stop the Nagging. Funny... like naggers care that you're trying to stop them!

The Call of the Bookmark

What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life? The world would split open.
    - Muriel Rukeyser

What're We Gonna Do Tonight? Beat Those Beavers!!

I love the sun... if you know me at all, you know that, right? So, usually, June 21 is my favorite day of the year. Summer Solstice. The day when I have the most quality time with my favorite sun. Unfortunately, today, I didn't spend very much time with him. Either I was busy or he was. Disappointing. Tomorrow, he simply won't be around for as long as he was today.

I need to go to bed, but I can't break away from one of my fave Myspace pages. I love listening to new tunes from an old fave. Yes, I'm the kind of person who awaits new releases from faves anxiously. I've been known to buy a few CDs on the day they came out... all the while disappointing Pop by wasting money on music you can get for free on the radio. Oh Dad, if you only knew how much music I have on the computer these days. Anyway, one of the last new releases I was anxiously awaiting is pretty much already committed completely to memory. What other word is both a fruit and a people? I love that the starter wife... or one of her besties... knows that and isn't afraid to say it.

Anyway, happy longest day of the year, everyone. It's all back downhill from here.

So, Nik... you asked for a clearer collage. Well, SOME PEOPLE may not want to be featured so prominently and clearly in a big-file-size upload. And I intentionally made it hard to see the tiny pics, silly. I like keeping some things a mystery! BUT... I'm with you. I like the nostalgia, and looking at old pics is one of my absolute fave pasttimes. So, here are a few stroll-down-memory-lane shots to tide you over until we can hook up sometime and I can share the full-size collage with you. Or until I run across some more suitable-for-posting-clearly pics with which I can create a large-size collage. Remember all our Simon & Garfunkel warm-ups?! We were so silly. Oh wait... that was my idea. Maybe I should rephrase... I was so silly. Go Panthers!!!

Who Strapped This Electromagnet Around My Neck?!?!

Drew Barrymore is smart... and DEEP:
"If you don't take risks, you'll have a wasted soul."

Nice, huh? I love that her quote is the inspiration and basis of Brian H's quest-for-a-date. Too cute.

So, Fun Melanie and I are sitting on the back porch tonight and Kona is being all sweet and curling up on my lap, not trying to bite anyone or bark uncontrollably. Then I think to myself... this is very odd. This black shadow is not the shadow that's usually acting in this manner. My cuddle buddy is usually the red shadow. Huh... come to think of it, WHERE IS the red shadow? So, I turned around and looked behind me (because that's usually where red shadows hang out) and no red shadow. I looked high and low. I checked every room of the house. No red shadow. I finally found him... waiting patiently at the garage door for someone to let him inside. Um, Cooper, we NEVER come through that door, sweetie. Then... no more than 20 minutes later, I notice the red shadow has once again gone missing. Again, I check behind me and high and low in the house. This time, I'm almost positive that he's not come back outside. I finally found him, in Kona's cage ("house"). He usually HATES to be in the "house". While Kona sprints to it when I ask her to "go to her house", Cooper goes to his happy place (upside down on the red couch, usually) instead. But there he was. In Kona's house. I'm pretty sure he made a break for the neighbor's house between the time when we got home from Applebee's (and let both shadows outside) and when I found him at the garage door. His behavior after that was suspiciously like his regular after-shock. It's really sad that I know what Cooper's after-shock behavior is. Perhaps he's a little thick-headed and continues to test the limits of his collar. Or maybe he's like me and he just forgets what works between Time A and Time B.

Both little shadows had some "house" experience last night. I swear, they were up every hour on the hour to bark at their roving canine compatriots. HELLO, NEIGHBORS... did we not just talk about this at last Wednesday's bitch session... oops, I mean Homeowners' Association Meeting??? Your pets... your yard. Seriously.

Got some rain today! Yay! Woohoo! Green grass (and yardwork) again! Fun Melanie and I brought it by floating around in the pool for 2 hours. Just thought all you Boro-ians should know who (or is it whom?) to thank. Fun Melanie, me, and my new Carolina blue Old Navy swimsuit.

OH NO! Speaking of last Wednesday's HOA meeting... I think I forgot to perfectly straighten the chairs when we left the pool area today!!! Oh, the horror. Oh, the shame.

And one more thing... while we're having a bit of a grammar lesson (the who/whom dilemma), let's do one more. Mom & I recently talked about this one, and I'm tired of people asking me about it. When you're trying to figure out whether to use "me" or "I", take out the other pronouns/nouns from the phrase.
- Fun Melanie & me/I went to the pool = I went to the pool ... NOT Fun Melanie and me went to the pool
- The Appetizer Sampler was more than enough for Fun Melanie and me/I = The Appetizer Sampler was more than enough for me ... NOT The Appetizer Sampler was more than enough for Fun Melanie and I.

Just a tip... because I really wouldn't want you to think reading this blog makes you dumber.

In case you forgot what the black and red shadows look like (and Me-maw too):

Stuffing the Ballot Box to Make Sure I Don't Get Voted Off

You know, I really kinda hate reality competition television shows. And I HAVE given them a chance (for those of you die-hards who can't get enough). Yes, the content is sometimes pretty good; but I really hate feeling bad for the contestants who get cut on each episode!!! Especially when they're so talented. Who are these judges (or live audiences or AMERICA) to say this contestant doesn't deserve to be here???

I even feel bad for the obviously-bad rejects they show during the first few shows of the season. C'mon now, that's just mean... broadcasting someone's complete and utter failure to be even semi-decent. Maybe they really didn't know they couldn't sing/dance/cook/model/look smart/dress themselves/jump up and down on one foot/find the needle in the haystack. And we just keep on watching... watching them fail... laughing at their failures, even. I hope those really-bad-contestants have really really really high self-esteem and don't care that a relatively large segment of the country just saw them fail miserably.

How many of these shows can we possibly have on the air these days? Seriously! How many can you count off the top of your head? There are at least fifteen or twenty. How can all of them have the numbers to stay on the air when good quality shows like The Class are being sent away?? Pretty soon there'll be nothing on BUT reality TV contests. Good, I say. Maybe then I can put the remote down and step away from the TiVo. There are already too many things in my everyday life that make me dumber.

SAVE SMART TV.

Focusing on the Next Seventy-Two Years

My dad, he can remember things. He's one of those people who says things like... I remember the flood of 1953 when the river completely washed out the low-water bridge... One time when Heidi was three, she put her feet in the cherry yum-yum (oh wait, that's EVERYONE -- they all think that story is hilarious). Well, anyway, you get the picture. He remembers stuff. Me, on the other hand, I'm more like my crazy mama. She calls me up today and says, "Heidi, when did your dad and I get married? What year?" Um... I wasn't there, Mom, but I heard it was 1975.

I've said it before. Memories to me are pictures. Photos. Snapshots. Literally and figuratively. If it weren't for pictures, I probably wouldn't remember much at all. And, in my head, there are only little snapshots of rememberance. When I get to heaven, I hope God lets me watch the whole thing over again so I can remember it all.

Sometimes I think I don't remember because I'm just not paying attention. Perhaps I should make an effort to start paying attention... see if I could bring any of these into clearer focus... you know, the next time they're taken.

Moral Dilemmas and the Movies That Depict Them

When people have the opportunity to be better than me in any given situation and fail to do so, it makes me more sad than anything.

I hope all y'all are being better than me this weekend. This is my to-do list:

• Muriel's Wedding
• Terms of Endearment
• Zathura
• Because of Winn-Dixie
• Matchstick Men
• The Polar Express
• It's a Wonderful Life
• Memoirs of a Geisha
• Nanny McPhee
• Y Tu Mama Tambien
• The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe
• Cars
• The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
• Flightplan
• Monster House
• Diary of a Mad Black Woman
• X-Men: The Last Stand
• The Pink Panther
• Mission Impossible: III
• Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events
• The Brothers Grimm
• The Da Vinci Code
• Poseidon
• Sky High

Yeah, that should just about take up the whole lazy weekend. Well, with a few bike rides and trips to the pool and some bad-for-me meals thrown in for good measure. Have I mentioned today that I ♥ TiVo?!

Hope your weekend's not as hard as mine.

Still Not Over It

I basically burst into a fit of giggles today while sitting at the pool (with other people there, too, so yes, I looked like an idiot) because I, all of a sudden, remembered the Drop Zone on Saturday. Oh man, that REAL scream was the best. I wish we had it on tape. Why do they have to tape you on Top Gun and not on Drop Zone???

Jon leaves at 3:30 am tomorrow/today. Obviously, he's not going to get much rest tonight. He had considered the option of staying up and sleeping only on the plane and in the airport. I think he had decided against that, but his lack of planning/packing is delaying him longer than expected... so we'll see if he gets a few winks in his own bed before the leaving hour is upon us.

Anyway, all y'all M family members, have safe travels. Enjoy the trip. Bet a few hands for me. :)

How in the World Did It Get This Late??? Cop-Out Post Commencing... Now

Heidi:

Southern People used to hate Southern accents but now everyone wants one.

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Jon:

Midland ("Midland" is not necessarily the same thing as "Midwest") The default, lowest-common-denominator American accent that newscasters try to imitate. Since it's a neutral accent, just because you have a Midland accent doesn't mean you're from the Midland.

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You:
Take the quiz for your darn self

Lightning, Thunder, and Rain -- One of My Favorite Three-Fold Utopian Dreams

I love thunderstorms. I especially love the ones that wait until midnight to start. We had beautiful weather today (well, a little cloudy, but the sun popped in and out from behind the clouds)... beautiful enough for a trip to the pool this afternoon (let's call it an extended lunch break) and lots o' yard work (complete mowing of both front and back yards by Heidi, edging by Jon) tonight. I actually didn't finish mowing until about 8:45, so you can imagine how funny I might've looked searching through the dusk for that last path. I wasn't going to leave the front 10 feet of my yard unmown, though. We'll see how "did-a-blind-person-mow-this?" it looks in the morning! Then, we even got a bike ride in before the rain came. It was starting to put on a light show for us as we circled through the flat community (any idea how different a mile on a bike is in Statesboro compared to a mile on a bike in les montagnes? yeah, I KNOW!). And once we got back to the house... well, about an hour later... the thunder started rolling, lightning continued flashing, and the rain began coming down in sheets. It makes for fabulous sleeping weather, so Coop & I are just about ready to curl up and enjoy it.

M&D, I hope we aren't getting your rain. This will make over 7 inches (if we get just another half an inch tonight) in a week. Lord knows we needed it... we hadn't had one drop for a month prior to last week's hurricane-related weather. Now, we seem to have settled, for the moment, back into the typical (at least typical to when we first moved down here... it's actually been a while since this was "normal") daily thunderstorm. I hope it stays as a pattern. We still need the rain (on the agenda for tomorrow night's homeowners' association meeting: water conservation rules that are still in effect for Statesboro and the state of GA), and I just enjoy them. Funny, though, I bet my sprinklers are on during this storm. In fact, I'm almost positive they are. Go figure the silly Metz's are watering their lawn during the thunderstorm. Oh well. No way am I going out there to turn 'em off. If the box was in the garage, maybe. But it's on the side of the house... and I might melt if I get wet.

Blame the Juicy Goodness

When I was living with the leaf, her bro the restauranteur had some bumper stickers made up. One of them ended up on our door. It was a perfect "motto" for the typical college life... didn't necessarily fit my lame-o goody-two-shoes character, but there were days I thought it might be apropos. "If it feels good, do it", it told us. (And no, by the way, I don't think lame-o goody-two-shoes is bad.)

Why is it that we just can't help ourselves? These days, we know what's good for us... and most of us often find ourselves choosing a different path. Of course we know why... because it does feel good.

The list of "not-good-for-me"s that I just can't quit:
- Diet Coke: I read an article recently (RSS, not sure of it's reliability) about how the aspartame in my beloved DC will eventually... well, I forget what they thought it would do to me this time... but I'm sure it was something bad.
- Trans Fats: Man, how I love my fast food. One story today mentioned that we should even be wary of the trans-fats-replacements when restaurants and other food providers proclaim that they're trans-fat-free. Great, something else to worry about.
- And topping the list tonight? Starburst. Not sure why I bought them or why I eat them... in bunches. But I like them. A lot. Enough to endure the icky stomach cramps that are sure to follow these five lovely little squares of fruity deliciousness. Oh, what the heck... it's a lost cause now. I'm gonna go grab another five. (And when you have a second, go watch the Factory commercial at http://www.starburst.com/advertising.jsp. I'm sure you've already seen it, but it makes me giggle every time I watch.

You Can't Scream Loud Enough to Let it Go

This weekend, I learned:
- Mike's REAL scream is soooo worth a much-hated ride on the Drop Zone
- No matter how far Sooz thinks she's staying back, she's usually tailgating badly enough to make someone pull off the road to get out of her way.
- Even the longest waits for certain rides (even if you never even get to ride them) are never pointless... they're great photo ops and talk times for besties.
- Haley's 1/3 sweet baby sis, 1/3 wet cat, and 1/3 bossy mom

One More Thing... With Apologies to Mom Who Hates the Word

Granny told me today that I was "no bigger'n a friday fart". Not a clue what that meant (but very amused by Gran's choice of analogy), I went about my merry way simply grateful for the compliment (shoot, I hope it was a compliment!). I started wondering tonight if I could find that particular colloquialism explained on the internet somewhere. No luck as of yet... but I must share this little post from Neddie Jingo: Friday Fart-Blogging.

Posing For Pictures That Are (or Aren't) Being Taken

How do you pare down 300+ pics to a few best-of-the-best favorites? I had a great time this afternoon/tonight tooling around the hills on the four-wheeler, snapping pics left and right. Here are some of my faves:




By the way... looks like I wasn't the only one watching Rollergirls a year ago: DTH Article. And, wow, it's been more than a year (you know I had to look it up... any reason to re-read!). That was January 2006... a year and a half. Boy, time flies. And this new clock Mom has in the den (that chimes every single darn hour... her retirement gift from the school) never ceases to remind me. It takes much joy, I believe, in chiming away another hour... especially when I haven't gotten anything done in the past 60 minutes.

Finally, I'm not sure why he felt like his time had run out... Lee Allen, rest in peace.

All Things Work Together

So... I'm very excited to hang around les montagnes a little bit longer... for the trip to Carowinds at the end of the week!!! Haley, please don't tease. That would just be MEAN. It kinda makes up for the lost tix to the Valdosta theme park if we get to assimilate BORG this weekend. :) And, of course, for lunch with little one tomorrow (after lunch with Big One today!). I ♥ lunch with people!

Slowly but surely, I'm feeling productive. I missed my deadline of "the first of the week", but everything's done... now, I just have to have the courage to press Send. Darn that send button... always intimidating me.

And, just because it's fun to do Internet quizzes (I FINALLY caught up on my RSS reading tonight):

You Need Some Purple in Your Life

Purple will make you feel ambitious, independent, and creative. And with a little purple, you will project an aura of individuality. If you want more extravagance, you've got to get a little purple in your life! For extra punch: Combine purple with green or orange The downside of purple: It can evoke sad feelings The consequences of more purple in your life: You will feel an increase in your artistic abilities You will find balance in the most chaotic parts of your life You will feel calm and will be hard to disturb

What Color Do You Need?

All Together Now... AWWWWW

It is FUN to go through Mom's old drawers!!! You find hidden treasures like this. Does anyone else actually remember this day? Oh man, I wish I was six again.

Just Maybe I'll Be Sleeping Inside My Coat

When your eyes are closing involuntarily and you're falling asleep every few seconds, should you just hang it up for the evening or push on through to get Task X, Y, and Z completed? Once again I find myself with more to do than I can get done in one day. I'm dropping balls left and right. And if I were to be having a conversation (either phone or in-person), I would be dropping off to sleep in the middle of my nonsensical sentences. Darn weariness... it catches up with you.

In Honor of Mom: Surprise... Happy Retirement!

Here are some of the pics from tonight. Thought you guys would enjoy seeing what you were a) part of or b) missing. Missed you if you didn't make it. Thanks so much for coming if you did! I know Mom really appreciated it. Thanks especially to Auntie P & family for taking care of the food... and to everyone else for everything you did to make tonight possible (Dad, Haley, Mike, Granny, Memaw, Ken, Joyce, Bronda, Joel, Callie, Joey, Kate, Jason, and everyone for bluffing as necessary when Mom asked too many questions!). Much love to you, Mom. We're all rooting for you to have an incredibly fun and fruitful retirement! :)