Home again: The Gatlinburg Trip
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same_skyI am home from vacation! Notice that I said I am home, as sadly, M was unable to accompany me past Corbin, Kentucky (home of the most famous Kentucky personality. Okay, technically, he wasn't originally from Kentucky but geez, they don't really give us Lincoln, either, and he was, so, whatever. Did I just compare a fast-food chicken maven to one of the great presidents?)
He decided to stay and pursue a low-carb diet full-time as a lifestyle choice at David's Steakhouse. I will miss him, but it will save me a ton of money on pork.
I became inordinately frustrated at this point because I am unable to post a link to the entry I wrote in 2000 about our last visit to Corbin, where we ate at this very restaurant, at the same table even! This is largely due to the fact that I was not writing posts in 2000. Anyway, we met some Internet Friends (mud folk: Hettar and Dreamslider) there, as it was halfway between where I lived and where she is from. M had only been here for days at this point, so it was six years ago nearly to the day. We promised to meet at the first gas station off the interstate, and we ate at the steakhouse next door. They'd changed names since then, and the food was infinitely better than before. There were plenty of other places to eat in Corbin--we could even have gone to the original KFC! But a) I don't like KFC and b) that town, it likes to eat. We couldn't even get in at Shoney's, for the love of green beans. (I don't love green beans, either, actually.) I don't know what's wrong with a place when you can't even get seated at Shoney's. M, by the way, is still full from lunch, and has not eaten dinner yet. At ten o'clock.
Anyway! I am back and we sure did have a good time until I had to leave Boyo in Corbin. There was one very sad note to our trip, though.
Bye, bye, Foozles.
We were deeply depressed to find that our favorite bookstore is closing. This is one of the stores that we go to every time. Of late, it has not been nearly as fascinating as it was the first few years, and we rarely bought anything, but it was still sad. But at least we bought cheap books with an additional forty percent off.
We also did some other shopping, but we did not buy everything we could have. And for these small things, Lord, I am grateful.
If I lie about my husband being color-blind, can I pretend that he is not actually secretly gay?
M could not stop himself from playing this delicious hot pink mandolin, but at least he drew the line at actually purchasing it. I did not realize it, but the store owner was watching me take this picture while I laughed snidely at my gay husband, and I might have also commented on the price and therefore quality of said mandolin. Ooops.
And.. what did you say this is again?
But mainly what we did this weekend seemed to be eating. Above, M is shown going super-native. The boy is eating grits at Cracker Barrel. He ordered a breakfast meal for lunch, and when it arrived, it came with a bowl of grits. "What's this?" he asked me, confused. "What do I do with it? Just... eat it like it is?" And to tell the truth, I am a southern girl but I had no idea how best to eat grits. My family, we do not go in for that sort of thing. I believe his final verdict was not particularly favorable, but better than say, eating a plate full of bugs, or peanut butter.
Oh, who am I kidding? I could write amusing things here all day, and none of you would even read it because you're all too busy staring at his shirts. Yes, he is actually Swedish. I didn't make that up. His mother was aghast when we we were there last. He wears loud shirts and he sells semi-automatic weapons. He is also not blonde. I think I must have gotten a defective model when I ordered him off the internet...
He decided to stay and pursue a low-carb diet full-time as a lifestyle choice at David's Steakhouse. I will miss him, but it will save me a ton of money on pork.
I became inordinately frustrated at this point because I am unable to post a link to the entry I wrote in 2000 about our last visit to Corbin, where we ate at this very restaurant, at the same table even! This is largely due to the fact that I was not writing posts in 2000. Anyway, we met some Internet Friends (mud folk: Hettar and Dreamslider) there, as it was halfway between where I lived and where she is from. M had only been here for days at this point, so it was six years ago nearly to the day. We promised to meet at the first gas station off the interstate, and we ate at the steakhouse next door. They'd changed names since then, and the food was infinitely better than before. There were plenty of other places to eat in Corbin--we could even have gone to the original KFC! But a) I don't like KFC and b) that town, it likes to eat. We couldn't even get in at Shoney's, for the love of green beans. (I don't love green beans, either, actually.) I don't know what's wrong with a place when you can't even get seated at Shoney's. M, by the way, is still full from lunch, and has not eaten dinner yet. At ten o'clock.
Anyway! I am back and we sure did have a good time until I had to leave Boyo in Corbin. There was one very sad note to our trip, though.
Bye, bye, Foozles.
We were deeply depressed to find that our favorite bookstore is closing. This is one of the stores that we go to every time. Of late, it has not been nearly as fascinating as it was the first few years, and we rarely bought anything, but it was still sad. But at least we bought cheap books with an additional forty percent off.
We also did some other shopping, but we did not buy everything we could have. And for these small things, Lord, I am grateful.
If I lie about my husband being color-blind, can I pretend that he is not actually secretly gay?
M could not stop himself from playing this delicious hot pink mandolin, but at least he drew the line at actually purchasing it. I did not realize it, but the store owner was watching me take this picture while I laughed snidely at my gay husband, and I might have also commented on the price and therefore quality of said mandolin. Ooops.
And.. what did you say this is again?
But mainly what we did this weekend seemed to be eating. Above, M is shown going super-native. The boy is eating grits at Cracker Barrel. He ordered a breakfast meal for lunch, and when it arrived, it came with a bowl of grits. "What's this?" he asked me, confused. "What do I do with it? Just... eat it like it is?" And to tell the truth, I am a southern girl but I had no idea how best to eat grits. My family, we do not go in for that sort of thing. I believe his final verdict was not particularly favorable, but better than say, eating a plate full of bugs, or peanut butter.
Oh, who am I kidding? I could write amusing things here all day, and none of you would even read it because you're all too busy staring at his shirts. Yes, he is actually Swedish. I didn't make that up. His mother was aghast when we we were there last. He wears loud shirts and he sells semi-automatic weapons. He is also not blonde. I think I must have gotten a defective model when I ordered him off the internet...
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Date: 2006-11-13 04:10 am (UTC)If he was wearing a turtleneck while playing the pink mandolin he would def. be gay. I am still in awe that we have found a different of opinion. The pod is splitting!
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Date: 2006-11-13 02:45 pm (UTC)This turtleneck business. Was there something said about a sweater aspect? Because that might change things--I cannot visualize. M's turtleneck-wearing is just the cotton turtleneck itself, and he used to wear jackets of the dressy type with them until he moved to the land of blue-jeans-is-dressing-up. I am having a hard time imagining us having different opinions on such a CRUCIAL matter, as well, so here I go looking for rationalizations.
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Date: 2006-11-13 03:12 pm (UTC)G never used to wear turtlenecks. He also used to freeze every winter. It's New England. It's damn cold in the winter. I asked him if he was opposed to turtlenecks for some reason or other and he said not particularly, he used to wear them, but then they went out of fashion in Sweden so he stopped wearing them.
This required more explanation for me because my husband is so not a slave to fashion. It turns out that since they went out of style in Sweden, they were simply unavailable for purchase. He couldn't buy them if he had wanted to. I told him this is America, you can buy turtlenecks anywhere, anytime. So he now owns three and wears them as an underlayer when it's really, really cold. He doesn't look gay. I think.
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Date: 2006-11-13 05:25 pm (UTC)http://www.dallasnews.com/img/photo/07-02/NFD_02_Corduroy_19850.JPG
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Date: 2006-11-13 03:37 pm (UTC)(BTW - thanks for cutting this... I know you don't like doing that but it takes forever and a day for my scrappy dial-up! *frown*)
PS - You eat grits with lots of butter. Or so I've heard. :P Personally, I've only tried them once and it just seemed like they needed to be cooked more or IN something!
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Date: 2006-11-14 04:06 pm (UTC)I don't usually mind cutting entries with more than one picture so much.. I just didn't want to for this particular entry for no real reason. I just can't do it for text-only entries (without a reason) because it drives me batty when other people do it. I hate clicking to read the rest of the entry.. it wastes too much time.
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Date: 2006-11-13 05:32 pm (UTC)I haven't been to Kentucky since I was little and although my dad is from Pennsylvania, he went to college at Eastern Kentucky. I know he'd like to go back as he has fond memories of living/studying there.
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Date: 2006-11-14 04:12 pm (UTC)How neat that your did went to EKU! I have friends who went there.. but that isn't that surprising, given my location, is it? :)