For those that don’t know, the Inman Park Festival is a giant block party that has happened for the past 36 years. Here is how it’s described on inmanparkfestival.org:

The city’s quirkiest and most colorful Parade, led by the Inman Park Butterfly followed by floats, bands, art cars, politicians, drill teams, Kelly’s Seed and Feed Marching Abominable Band, clowns, jugglers, and many more. The parade ends with the appearance of the Inman Park Trash Monarch, perched atop the throne-a street sweeper.

The artists were really cool, James Dean and some of the local artists we see work from around town were there. And it was Saturday so “Fried Food Day” was awesome. We were both able to have corndogs since there were a couple booths setup with regular and veggie ones.

Then there was the parade. How does one go about describing a parade like this? It’s a little bit of everything . . . politicians, draq-queens, cavemen, zombies, eccentric marching bands . . .

We have some pictures up, and there are tons on Flickr if you search for Inman Park 2008.

It’s literally a jungle out there…in our backyard. We spent the morning dodging giant spiders and hungry pandas in our bamboo filled back yard….with a camera. (I had to document in case Daniel got bit by something crazy!) I was terrified on stepping on a snake and being killed…but alas there were no snakes. We steadied the camera and took some pretty crazy pictures. It was fun…being lost in China.  

It’s my birthday! For about eleven minutes anyways. And it’s been fun, awesome even. Lori gave me a sand bucket and a tofu cookbook and Evil Dead. Quite a few people sang me happy birthday. I got to bowl. Breakfast for breakfast, breakfast for lunch, breakfast for dinner. How lucky am I. Here are some more pictures.

And our buddy from Waffle House, Cee Cee, gave me cake and played a song for me on the jukebox.

All this to be topped off on Saturday with roller skating. Does it get any better? Probably not.

As our wedding is coming up, and planning is under way, it’s made me think about the way we do a lot of the things we do at weddings. Like why does the bride carry a bouquet (besides the fact that it looks nice) and then throw it at the reception? Why does she have something borrowed/blue/old/new? Why doesn’t the groom usually see the bride before the ceremony?

Well, we found some of the answers, and some we’re making up as we go along. The whole thing about not seeing the bride or dress, I want to be awestruck when I see her for the first time that day. And the rest of the answers (what we found anyways) are here – Wedding Superstitions.

But I still don’t know what I think about calling them superstitions, or traditions even. If we do it because it’s what we want to do, and not because that’s what people before us have done, or what most would say we’re supposed to do, or because we’re scared of curses or bad luck, then that doesn’t really make it tradition or superstition. We’re doing because we want to. There’s got to be a word for that somewhere.

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Traditions aren’t silly. Doing them only because it’s tradition even when you don’t want to, that’s silly. If you want to take part in tradition, that’s great, as long as it’s because you want to do it. It’s the whole jumping off a bridge thing because everyone else is doing it. If you want to jump off the bridge, go for it. If it makes you happy, go for it.

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To start, thanks for coming out! It was fun. And if you didn’t come, well, come to the next one. And if you weren’t invited, you should have crashed it. And if you didn’t know about it, you should develop ESP. And if you don’t know where we live, you should also develop ESP.

So here’s the quick run-down of what happened. Daniel showed up like a pirate, LauraAnn showed up with a cake, Lori was too excited to contain herself and kept giggling. Regi stared down Daniel in the stairway (then they said “hey” and everything was cool), Adam died on the way, and Mike and Jenny got there late because they were getting engaged. April and Bill wanted some Pantera, the doughnuts didn’t rise, Adam’s ghost made fun of Lori. And then April fell down the stairs when she was leaving and we all laughed.

Good times, good times. There will be more. We’ll let you know.

Holy Cow, we’re moving this weekend. And it couldn’t be soon enough. This apartment is a bit too cramped at the moment. My current commute to the office is the four floorboards between the bed and the desk, so it will take me longer to get to work seeing as I’ll have to walk across the hall to get to the office. But things like that I’ll be able to deal with over time. Lori however, is going to miss tripping over the monitor at the foot of the bed every morning, I’m sure.

So . . . if you don’t have anything to do next saturday, you can come hang out with us. It’ll be awesome. We’ll both be there, you’ll be there, great times. And if you’ve got the experience or the know how to get sofas around corners (like the one pictured above) then we’ll give you a hug and a pat on the butt too, because you deserve it. Hit us up (that means contact us) if you can help. Much love homies.

What’s great for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and snacking in-between? Doughnuts!

Baked straight from our oven (our new one that actually works.) Flour pretty much got everywhere, but that’s part of the fun! These miracles of sweet goodness turned out perfect and as soon as they came out of the oven we were dipping them in the butter and cinnamon sugar…..and from their, our mouths. Yes, we ate too many, but this was a once-in-a weektime kinda thing, and you have to take advantage of those!

They were SO good I wanted to drop some off to the neighbors in our apartment. But since we don’t know them…that would be a little weird.

So here’s to great doughnuts, great fat intake, and great times! :)

What a glorious thing it is, the plunger. What a not so glorious thing it is to remember that you don’t have one. To make it even worse, this latest realization came just moments after the deciding vote to head to bed had been made.

“What? We don’t have a plunger?”, asked Lori.

“No. I never needed one before. I’m a man dang it. Hold on, let me go flush it a few more times.” (more…)