Weekend Update...

Yes, it's been awhile since I've posted. I've had ALL kinds of excitement this week! First off, thanks to all for your comments-- I really appreciate them, and all of the support you've given me (us) while Chris has been on strike. It's truly meant a lot!

On to my week(end). After hearing the great news, my Aunt Judy took us out to dinner to celebrate! We enjoyed a nice "early bird" dinner at Fatz Cafe. Yeah, you know, we're getting old we wanted to go early so we wouldn't have to deal with the dinner rush. Regardless, it was a really nice dinner. The weather was just so beautiful! It was 80 degrees, and the spring fever bug had bitten me.

After we ate, I didn't want to go home, so, I headed up to my best friend, Jen AKA: Monger's house to visit with her and my god-sons. Luke is just beginning to crawl,










and I was thrilled I could be there to see it! With the weather being so beautiful, I went outside with Caleb to jump on the trampoline. You know, a woman with big breasts just shouldn't jump on a trampoline. I ended up just bouncing a little-- jumping wasn't pretty-- BUT at least I was able to get on one. This time last year, I couldn't have (thank you weight loss! Yay!)










On friday, our paranormal group had an investigation at a private residence (so I can't divulge any information on that), all I can say is that I didn't get home until 1am, and had to be up at 6am on saturday morning.

Yes, I had somewhere around 3 hours of sleep when I woke up saturday morning. I felt pretty good at the time, because it felt like I had taken a nap. My friend, Justin, and a fellow member of the paranormal group picked me up. We went to Surgoinsville to meet up with two other members, Steve and Karen. From there, we headed out to Stanley Valley to see the grave of a man who had been dead for 5 days before anyone found him. He was pretty much a hermit, and was buried where they found him. Hunters in the area reported strange activities taking place around the gravesite, so we thought we'd investigate.

Sounds great, right? Well, sorta. It was supposed to be a 30 minute walk into the woods. Uh. NO. It was an hour and a half, 4 mile walk up the side of one mountain, down another, up another mountain, and down before we got to the grave. I was literally so sore I thought I was going to die. After having to straddle a tree (I mean to tell you, that tree got some action) to get on this old logging road, I asked how much further it was going to be. The "guide" said, "it's just over the hill." The hill was a huge ass mountain. I am not EVEN kidding. I climbed the mountain.

Even though I was absolutely exhausted, it was worth it. The tombstone of the man was amazingly well preserved for the age.










His date of death was in 1922. We had an absolutely AWESOME bonus, in addition to finding his grave. There were TONS of Indian burial sites. (The picture doesn't do it justice.)











As someone from Cherokee ancestry, I found it fascinating. I've always had a great respect for our Native people, and to find untouched burial mounds was a great honor.

After climbing for what seemed like an eternity, we had to go back down the mountain. Now, since I had NO IDEA we were hiking, I had on crocs, which, aren't exactly the best shoes to hike in-- and I found that out the hard way. I slide down the mountain. About 5 or 6 expletives later, poor Justin is pulling me up. My ass was COVERED in mud. I was wet, and miserable, but I kept on. Once we reached the tree I had to molest in order to even get up the mountain, I decided to mark my territory with the mud on the back of my pants.

When we all got back to the car, I took off my pants, and rode with my sweatshirt on, and jacket covering my lap. God bless my dear friend, Justin, for going in to hell, I mean, Wal-Mart, and getting me a pair of sweatpants so that I could continue our day of fun.

After hiking, we were going to investigate one of our favorite sites- the Midway Plantation.










When we arrived, my heart was absolutely broken. They're in the process of tearing it down. Here's what's left of it.










So very, very sad.

Needless to say, today, I didn't go to church. I'm not exactly doing a lot of anything. It's a little hard to move (I've pulled several muscles in my legs from walking and fall (more from the fall).

As you can see, I've been really busy this week/end. Hope you're has been just as fun, but much safer than mine!