One Wedding and a Campout

So our anniversary this weekend was wonderful--I think we (and it really was "we" this time) took around 100 pictures that we'll keep, which bodes well for our blogging future well into August.

BUT, to stay true to my word, we must remain text-light if I am going to get through this. So here we go (this trip was May 22-23):

Cristy with the Hwangs. As you can see, their reception was not Anglo-Saxon.

Who knew Mr. Clean would be making an appearance at the Clarion Hotel, WV? Hey--who knew Mr. Clean was even a real person?!?

The Taylors and the Bees camping with us in Harpers Ferry, WV. Peach Cobbler....hmmm...

...Dutch Oven style!

I apologize beforehand for the awful photo-editing. My generic MS Vistas program does not do well with the shade.

Group Photo #1

Nathan Taylor standing precariously over the waterfall.

Rest is Best.

Group Photo #2

The Taylors. Yes, Amanda did decide to wear this red shirt until Nate chose his red shirt. That's how she rolls.

The Bees

Who knows and Who cares.

Nathan not worried about growing warts on his hands and fingers. Tsk Tsk. Note Cristy in the background checking the GPS. "Hey babe--I know where we're going."

Crossing the railroad track. Is that illegal in WV? We'll never know.

Another frog. Nathan already had too many warts on his hands, so he couldn't risk picking this one up too.

I have known way too many West Virginians to wonder how a disassembled car made its way down to the river. West Virginia: the armpit of the South. (Note: so what does that make Mississippi ;)

A pretty sweet looking tree. Very old but hanging--err--rooting strong. Notice its now growing up...left...or whatever.

Drew and Nathan sharing a moment among friends.

Team Taylor!

Those people again....they're following us honey.

Photo Op!

It was really, really hot that day. And we ran out of water...soooo...

...Just kidding. I was just cooling off.

An Osprey or something. Ironically, it seemed like the fish should have been hunting the birds because they were huge.

Some funny demotivators...just because I didn't want to end with a picture of a bird :)

This is not helping my case with Cristy to let us get a dog.

HAHAHA Idaho. I mean Virginia.

Here a shout out to my (hopefully) future employers.

Gives you a new perspective, doesn't it. Makes you feel a little bad for all those late nights, trying to get to the next level.

To Blog Is An Art Form

Hello! As most of you know now (many have called concerned about our health) Cristy and I are not hand-crippled, we have just been extremely busy. This last weekend we had so many things going on that we had to cut things out because their literaly was not enough time in the day. Like when I called the Mississippi clan and told them I would call right back, then called them the next day. Oops.

Well, since the middle of May (our last blog post) Cristy and I have ammassed 159 pictures that we feel are blogworthy. In order to stay sane, I am not going to blog all of these at once, but rather ten seperate blogs over the course of July. Add that to our anniversary this weekend in NYC (a year already!!!) and the week after in Mississippi, and we will have 12 blog posts in July. Does that help make up for the dirth last month?

Here's the super-watered down version: Cristy continues to work 12-14 hour days (although yesterday she pulled an 8!) and hasn't had much of a social life outside of the weekend. Church obligations and family commitments have filled our weekends (and Cisty worked at least one full weekend a few weeks ago). My sister graduated (twice) and my Mom had a surgery. As later blogs will show, I went on a work trip the first week of June and took about 100 pictures that we kept. I applied for two government jobs, which took forever.

And that's it. Hopefully in July I can return to daily blogging, but until then.........no.

Because I don't remember a lot of things that happened (and I am going to be blogging enough that I don't care) I am going to write captions for the pictures and little else. Enjoy!

Remember the day Cheney and Obama give "dueling" national security speeches? Well Obama gave his speech at the National Archives, just across the street from me, so I took a gander over there for lunch and...well...I didn't quite get in. Hundreds of Secret Service agents, 25 SUVs, a firetruck and a bomb squad. Just in case, I guess.

I spend the rest of my lunch walking through art galleries. I discovered (or rather remembered) how much I dislike much of modern art. Below: good modern art.

Good art. A 10+ foot statue of a nude man, looking upset and pensive. Not convinced it has artistic value?

The close-up of this man is amazing. When I stood near him taking this picture of skin imperfection, blemishes, pores, and veins, I thought he would come alive and start talking to me. One of those irrational fears I guess. You can even see the "oil" on his nose.

And then there was this room. The room with the shapes. Hung. On the wall.

Wow. Modern art. Booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.

Somewhat better (it has balance) but nothing compared to Impressionism.

Oh look. The Poteets sent Paper Georgey on another vacation to the Hirschhorn Musuem. Oh wait, it's more modern art. (I'm only bitter because my tax dollars benefit this thing.)