Last weekend flew by because of the good times we were having with our friends, but the rest of this week has slowed to a crawl.  You'd think I'd be happy for the slow down considering how busy everything always is around here, but it feels like more of a dragging things out than slowing them down.

So last weekend we took our city slicker friends to the World Chicken Festival where they "oohed" and "aahed" over the world's largest skillet and getting to meet Colonel Sanders.  We sat up late drinking coffee and laughing our asses off at the absurdities of the world.  We made major decisions about how we want to be honored when we leave this world, and G and I have decided we may be with the two weirdest men on earth.

We took them to see the Cumberland Falls where we climbed rocks with the kids and avoided snakes and spiders and tried our best not to fall and bust our asses.  We moaned about our ages when the kids made fun of us for not being able to keep up.  The kids had as much fun as we did.

We gave David a birthday party on Monday in our own special way.  Translation:  We got him a giant Spongebob cake, fed him ice cream, made him beat a pinata, and kicked his butt in a silly string fight.

Screw had to work on Monday and G was sweet enough to give David and me some time to ourselves.  We chased a blue heron for about an hour just to get the perfect picture,  We drove around and talked about the good old times and promised it wouldn't be another four years before seeing one another again.

The time with them was just what Screw and I needed.  We rarely get to hang out with grown up friends.  We miss them already.

I could provide links to the things I mentioned above, but the only real link I need to give you is to David's Flickr account.  He has a gift with that camera of his.  I grew up here, and I have never seen this area captured with more beauty and character than what he caught this  past week.  As of last night, he had only just gotten started wading through the hundreds of pictures he took, but the few he had up were amazing.  I want him to come back during the first full moon he can so he can capture the moonbow* on film.  I just know it will be breathtaking.

*We are now the proud owners of the world's only moonbow.  Formally we were the site of one of two, but due to cutting down forests surrounding the other one in Africa, it has since disappeared.*

Oh I can't believe it's Monday already.  I'm totally feeling it, but the weekend went by so fast.  I think we're having a great visit.  I haven't laughed this much in a long time.

David has taken some amazing pictures of the Cumberland Falls area, and he's caught the kids in some of the funniest and sweetest poses.  We're talking hundreds of pictures, and I can't wait to see them weeded out and uploaded to his Flickr account.  I'm not going to put any of them here just yet or even blog too many details because I'm hoping he'll finally update his own blog.  Chances are, I'll get to do all the story telling, though.  He's busy.  And lazy.

And officially older than me TODAY!  I'll spend the next three months letting him know it, too!  Then my number catches up with his, and I have to be quiet again for nine more months.

Having him around has reminded me of why he's one of the best friends I've ever had.  You'd never know the kind of man he truly is by only reading his blog.  Like so many people on here, he usually only posts when something has him all riled up.  You probably wouldn't be able to tell how sweet he is or the neverending depths of his kindness and heart.  There is nothing he wouldn't do for the people he cares about.

Well, except maybe for babysitting!  B has kept them both laughing since they pulled into our driveway, but I'm not sure he'd be quick to take her on alone for a day.  He's a smart man.  He knows she can kick his ass.

I have no idea when he'll get around to reading this, but when he does, I just wanted to say:

Happy Birthday, David!  I love you!  I had a wonderful time during your visit. 

And I promise if I have any say in it whatsoever, you will be white space trash someday.

We've had a very stressful couple of weeks around here, and I'm not even sure it's over just yet.  But hopefully we've reached the top of the chaos and can now coast down the other side.  I'll just say that sometimes it absolutely sucks ass to be an adult.  To have to be mature enough to make the best decisions for your family even though they're going to tear out your heart isn't something a kid dreams of getting to do when they're finally grown up.  Anyway.  The decisions have been made, and now it's just a matter of time to see if they were the right ones.

Right now my house is trashed.  Why do I bring that up?  Because in a few short hours my best friend, David, will be here.  I haven't seen him in over three years.  He's bringing his girlfriend with him.  I've never met her.  I'm nervous.  He's been with her for a long time.  This may be the one considering he hasn't threatened to grow his hair long and walk to Texas yet.  They even live together now.  You'd never know I'm nervous considering my house is trashed, and I'm BLOGGING.  He can thank himself for that.  He's the one who got me into blogging in the first place.  Said it would be good therapy for me.  I think he just wanted cheap entertainment.

We have a tenative agreement to be nice to one another in front of our significant others.  Which means I can't tell her about all the ex-girlfriends he drove crazy (one honestly ended up in an institution), and he can't tell Screw about all the nights I've drunk dialed him and let him talk me out of fucking some strange man in a club parking lot.

The best part about this is that their visit comes at the best and worst possible time.  The worst time because of all the stress around here and the best time because of all the stress around here.  They will be a breath of fresh air... something good to focus on for a few days.

What's even better is that his birthday is Monday which means we actually get to celebrate together!  I usually write a long mushy post about him, but hopefully this year I'll get a good story of him doing something really stupid I can write about.

Oh, and the niece's wedding went off spectacularly.  She was beautiful.  Everything was beautiful.  The kids were so handsome and beautiful.  See?