Thursday night my wife and I decided to make the trip to lovely Viola, TN for a friend’s wedding.  At that point we also decided that we should go down Friday night to visit Lynchburg in the morning prior to the wedding  (besides its the BBQ cook-off weekend.)  Looking through the web wonderland we discovered a quaint little German restaurant we wanted to try out. 

The Gasthaus of Manchester, TN is absolutely wonderful, the food was by far superior to anything I have ever had in Manchester and the beer and the selection was phenomenal.  For directions, see the link.  So if you find yourself in Manchester and are in the mood for something unique definitely check this one out!

Surfing through cheap shopping you’d be amazed what you can find. While looking for a Washer and Dryer, my wife to be and I found this:

(thanks: Zacque’s wife to be a.k.a. Lilith Monkey)
Just in case you are curious, you can see Martha Stewart’s Balls here.

(Courtesy of XKCD)

     Another week of Hell down, with the next round starting in about eleven hours.

     WordPress bugged and posted a completely random draft last night that wasn’t anywhere near complete and made absolutely no sense.  It’s been sitting there for at least a week in draft mode, and was perfectly happy… but this morning at 5-something AM, it just decided, all by itself, to go live.  I know that I didn’t do it and just forgot because I was playing Uno on Xbox Live all night… Ahh, well.  Yet another mysterious bug to track down…

     I had two stupid visitors from Leslie County this week.  I took a souvenir from Friday’s Fool, and left him with a few of his own in the form of pain and bleeding.  Neither of them will ever be back.  Apparently, while either before or while I was busy with that asshat, they messed with my car.  And that, itself, is the ultimate pansy thing to do, and speaks volumes to the severe lack of balls that these idiots possess.

     An old friend and customer of mine died on the 1st after a long battle with cancer.  Fifty-nine years old, the sort of person who treats everyone like they’re her kid.
     I couldn’t bring myself to go to the memorial service today.  I’m not handling things as well lately because I’ve been too on-edge, worried and crushed.

     On a brighter note…

     I slept for the first time in three weeks. 

     And …

     Rich and LissaKay got married last week.  They’re both great people, and they deserve some serious congratulations.  I wish them both the best.

     I never expected this… I prayed for it… every day… for years… moreso over the last several months…

     You can say, “Nothing else matters,” and believe it, but when it comes right down to it, some things do.  And yet… Nothing else matters.

     We’ve made our choices… Some bad, some good…  Sometimes you have to think how much it’s worth… what’s the price you’ll pay… what have you done… what have they done… how much can you both overcome?

     But when you come to same conclusion over and over, you have to ask… Like she did…

Anyone have any objections to me changing my name to Ann Steel?

Seriously… Any objections?

     …and hope for the best.

     I already vowed my life as her husband, she as my wife.  We’ve both messed up a lot.

     But I love her.

     And I hope beyond hope that that date sticks and we have the chance to show each other the promises we’ve made and make good on the ones we’ve broken.

     I’ve had a lot of time to think the last couple days, and realized… if I can’t follow my heart with her, then I might never have had one to begin with.  The Devil’s in the details, and I don’t feel like going into them.  We both deserve better than what we’ve been dishing out to each other.

     All I can say is, the love I have for this woman, and the family she gave me, is unconditional.

     Whatever it takes, it takes.

     It might bother a lot of people to know, but I’d rather be broke and living under a bridge with her than have everything in the world I need without her.

     And that’s the plain, damn sober truth.

Everyone knows that Wildcats come from Kentucky and they’ve heard plenty of Jeff Foxworthy jokes. BUT… if every single sentence on your blog contains the word “I,” you might be a narcissist. If every conclusion you make is about you then you definitely are.

Most people grow up eventually. But some people just start high school drama all the time.

But if I ever meet her I’m going to shake her hand. “Aww, it’s so nice to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you! Know how I did? Reading your DAMN BLOG!”

As for the Wildcat thing Mark made me put this picture here.

And says, “Your training is complete… Now join me an we will rule the Universe together!”

Anyone have any objections to me changing my name to Ann Steel?

Seriously… Any objections?