"Workmen" just doesn't mean what it used to, by Hannah

I miss the boys.

"all both of us" by rachel

...today was a day of beginnings...

Sam and I spent 2 hours recording at a friend's home studio this morning... it was so exciting! I got to use cool headphones and everything! Kris (the friend) really knows what he is doing - he laid down an awesome bass track after just hearing the song for the first time today. I was impressed.

Sam also began his first day of work at Turtle's Nest Toys. He learned how to work the cash register, and then fix the cash register. ;) He also learned to dust and straighten and chase little kids around the store. It was great fun.

This evening, T-bone and ReloKate gave me a ringy ringy. It was soooo good to talk to them. And to hear MastiKate's new laugh. As T-bone said, "It's horrible!!" Regardless I miss them loads, and in merely a week will be back at school with them.

What a summer.

If criticizing other people was a business...by Hannah

In response to Rachel's plea on the phone "update our blog because the last 7 have been from me, " I have almost nothing to say.

Life is good. Life is boring, but gooood.

The most exciting thing that happened to me all week was hitting a speed bump I didn't see in the MTSU library parking lot. I had just spent 3 1/2 hours in the library doing research for my internship paper (and found almost nothing I needed) and I was unofficially zoned out. Anyway, it was one of those wide speed bumps, and when I hit it, driving my mom's bright red GMC Safari, I flew for about 6 feet. I was nearly inspired to be a pilot later in life, but the whole landing thing didn't go so smoothly. I wasn't too fussed about the van though, it's so old me taking it for a little flight didn't hurt it too much.

Last night I watched Sin City alone in my room with all the lights off and then I had nightmares that people tried to kidnap my sister and I and they were going to eat us. And there was no Mickey Rourke to save me, and no pretty Clive Owen saving all the hookers. And honestly, my life is so calm and drama free at the moment I woke up and thought "huh, that's odd. They were going to eat us."

Zoie's home in Perth now, after her European Adventure, and I'm going to Virginia this weekend with Kate and Megan (Otherwise known as my whore and Fluffy Applepants).

Hidee Ho Good Neighbor ~ by rachel

My neighbors down the road (everyone within a 10 mile radius is considered a neighbor in these parts) had 3, count them 3, cop cars outside their little house last night. I didn't think too much about it - we are in the hills of TN - until Sam asked if I remembered the tractor trailer that used to be parked directly across the road from their house. There was a mess of extension cords that ran from the house to the truck. I just figured it was a gaggle of relatives that appeared, and since the house is so little, they lived in the truck. It's really not that unrealistic considering half a mile up the road, Lucille lived in a school bus for a long time, and just across from her is the family who painted a barn bright blue, cut some crooked holes for windows and moved in. Well, turns out that truck was really a meth lab. As Sam put it, "I just figured those cords were to plug in a microwave."

what pretty pelicans! by rachel

My youth minister and his family went to the beach last week. As a "welcome home" / happy anniversary gesture, my fellow youth group members and I bedecked and bedazzled the Bader's home. It was complete with rented pink flamingos, a plywood stand-up preacher from nearby Love Chapel Church, bushes full of fake flowers, and a baby pool full of goldfish. Ahhh, the love we bestowed! As Sam and I were putting out the flamingos, an unnamed member of our church walked by. She was overheard commenting, "Oh, what pretty pelicans! They'll love them!"

Today, Sam and I ventured forth from our humble / boring abode to find the legendary Thai restaurant that is about the size of my bedroom. After pulling into the almost as small parking lot, I realized the open sign was off. Again. Every time I go this place is closed! Grrrr. On the door of the elusive Thai Am was a simple sign reading, "10 day, 8/9/05." Whatever THAT means.

So we went home and burned hot dogs instead. Man I wanted Thai.

uno, dros, tres.... by r

if all else fails, be the banjo.

the shameless plug addendum by rachel

sooooo, when Sam chose the 26th to sing in Bristol, we all failed to realize that was a nascar race weekend as well. meaning traffic will be hairy to get there. just a warning... it'll be an adventure! complete with beer and bad suntan lines :) in all seriousness, it is possible to go around bristol and bypass the speedway completely. that's what i'll be doing.