Well, I'd like to relate all the productive, creative, and otherwise intriguing things I've done over the past week, but I'm afraid that list is too short to be of any worth. Mostly been much more resting and relaxation. Probably too much. To the point of cabin fever. So tonight was a nice change of pace by going to Tech for CCF bible study and some frisbee action.

I have done a bit of catching up with friends and little things here and there. Over the weekend, I saw my sister as a model in a high school fashion show and drove up to Due West, SC to see an old friend graduate from the fine institution of Erskine College. It was great driving through the countryside to and from Due West. Nothing but clean air, blue skies, and nice aromas. Sunday was filled with playing with cousins and eating for mothers' day.

My ever so generous grandma bought me an ever so feminine bedspread, so Tuesday I went shopping with her and this little guy <------- Joseph to find something more of my taste. This turned into playtime with Joseph and what should have taken 20 minutes turned into an hour and a half excursion. Yet you can't help but be entertained. One of the many fun things about Joseph is that he can't really say L's. For some reason he prefers the letter Y. So as we walked around the bed department he kept asking me, "Damien, do you yike this one?" Not to mention he's funny and often remarkably witty for a 5 year old.

So now that I've totally played out my laziness time I'll start some sort of action. Hard to say what it will be. Maybe running. Maybe reading. Could be anything. I just know I can't handle another week of this. Oh, and more news. I bought my first car...ever! A nice 1995 Toyota Camry. Nothing to glamorous, but when you've never had a car of your own and you're 22...anything seems amazing. Instantly my options for activity increase abundantly.

And now I leave you with random pictures from the spring.

Good to see the girls trying so hard at the esteemed sport of flamingo football.

My dad, the boozing, carousing, Nascar-loving redneck that he is, in his element.

No, I will not make out with you, Ryan!

Ridiculously tall and yet really really ridiculously good looking.