Thursday, December 31, 2009

Jeff's Top 5: Movies of the Decade

1. The Lord of the Rings trilogy: Fellowship of the Ring, The Two Towers, Return of the King - This isn't a tough race to call. If I separated the movies they'd rank Nos. 1, 2 and 3, so I must group them together. In fact, if given a choice to watch any movies on a deserted island to the end of days, I'd take the extended DVDs of all three and be a happy camper.  
 
2. The Bourne trilogy - Matt Damon was a mild surprise as a solid action hero, Franka Potente a delightful love interest, and the action and locations and story were so cool that it made the Bond franchise so nervous they had to re-work the formula completely. 
 
3. The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe - Plenty of action, a classic tale, an adorable Lucy, one of my favorite scores of the decade and it made me feel all warm and fuzzy.
 
4. Road to Perdition - A heartwarming father-son road trip to battle mob justice. No, really.
 
5. Harry Potter: Prisoner of Azkaban, Goblet of Fire, Order of the Phoenix, Half-Blood Prince - The last four of the series ramped up the Awesome every time, and as the main three performers aged they actually put in some good acting to make sure we didn't get distracted from a popular story.
 
HONORABLE MENTION:
 
Batman Begins - Re-invention Of A Franchise movie of the decade.
 
Star Trek - Best Screwing Around With A Beloved Series movie of the decade. (Sorry, Superman Returns and Indiana Jones.) 
 
Kill Bill Vol. 1 & 2 - Best Tarantino of the decade.
 
Anchorman - Most Quotable movie of the decade.
 
Gladiator - Ancient Bloodbath movie of the decade.
 
Moulin Rouge! - Best Soundtrack Movie of the decade.
 
Black Hawk Down - Best War Movie of the decade.
 
Chicago - Musical of the decade.
 
United 93 - Most Important Movie of the decade.
 
Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl - Most Surprisingly Good Summer Blockbuster of the decade.
 
The Pianist - The Best Of The Constant Holocaust Films of the decade.
 
Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind - Quirky Indy Flick of the decade.
 
Ocean's Eleven - Buddy Movie of the decade.
 
Team America: World Police - Felt Naughty For Laughing So Hard At It movie of the decade.
 
WALL-E - Animated movie of the decade.
 

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Oui Oui Paris!

Back on the 19th we found our way to Paris, the City For Lovers.

OK, actually it was Paris, Tennessee, which is more like the City For Lovers Of Catfish With Tartar Sauce and Watersports.

There was more of a whiff of romance than exhaust from fishing vessels, however, as we attended the wedding of Val's friend Michele to her new beau, David, a fine chap of high standing in the community (i.e. he's never been arrested for stealing the Shoney Big Boy statue, so far as we know).

The rest of the Jackson Gang was there as well, all of them honorary bridesmaids sitting up front, while the hubbies sat way back in the pews together, thinking about how many of these we've attended in the past few years (five, just of the Gang, not including other friends and family).

Team Valfrey took the opportunity to get away for a night, leaving Cooper in the care of his Mammaw, while his Mommy and Daddy enjoyed a whirlpool suite at the Hampton Inn in Paris, a 2 to 2 1/2 hour drive depending on whether you get stuck behind a tractor in Atwood. (Yes on the way there, no on the way home.)

Along the way, I'm proud to say, I successfully, though accidentally, introduced Val to Potato Skins potato chips, one of my faves, and is far too difficult to find in grocery stores. (Update: But they are at Walgreens!)

The wedding was held at the church of Michele's brother Corey, who adorably started cracking up almost as soon as their dad gave Michele away.






The happy newlyweds. Congrats you two!

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Cooper is two months old!

All I can say is, thank God for mothers!

This week my Mom is in town from Chapel Hill to help us out with Cooper (and visit her adorable grandson, of course). This meant that I actually slept in my bed for the first time in a week. From someone who doesn't get to do it often, let me tell you that sleeping in a bed is underrated, sliding between those silky sheets and under a comforter that defines the term comfortable, even if I only ever get two to four hours at a time. Last week I was able to sleep in the bed for a few hours, and ended up getting to work an hour late after smacking off both of the alarms I had set.

Plus, when I'm bed I can wear my CPAP to cut down on the sleep apnea, even if I do still snore with it on. I usually only do that when I'm super-tired, which is all the time nowadays, but Val's so tired that she doesn't even mind as much since she's Snoozy McDreamer within seconds of her head hitting the pillow. (And downing some sleeping aids in the form of Tylenol PM or Benadryl.)

Meanwhile, Mom's wondering if much of his colicky episodes aren't random, just that he's hungry. Apparently my boy has Val's tiny body and my ample stomach. In fact, he might have more than one. I'm just saying that my son has quite an appetite. Although, now his big thing is avoiding going to sleep, another trait he gets from his Daddy, who wouldn't want to go to sleep and miss anything. As long as Cooper does this during the early evening it's okay, so long as he crashes at night, which has been the case lately, thank goodness.

Last night we tried something new, sleeping in car seat, which itself was in the bassinet. Probably not recommended by either manufacturer, but they're not here, are they? And the baby slept like, well, a baby.

Meanwhile, in rare non-Cooper news, I'm thismuchcloser to having to keep duct tape in my car to patch up the engine.

A few months ago my key started to stick in the ignition when I was turning the car off. I had to restart it and try again, sometimes even cycling through the gear shift, drive-neutral-reverse, then stepping hard on the brakes and trying to turn the key all the way again, eventually to success. I figured it was the smart-key, a problem with the security chip or at least a fuse.

After getting back from Chapel Hill on Sunday night and the key wouldn't come out at all after a half-hour of trying, finally I Googled the problem and found out that other Azteks have the same problem, and it has to do with a wire connecting the park switch, and there's a hole under the ignition in the steering column with a button that I can press to release the key. Who knows how much it would cost to fix that thing. Now I must stick a pen under the steering column every time. Great. Every time I get out of my car people next to me will wonder if I'm hot-wiring a stolen vehicle.

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Cooper's first Christmas: The Howells and then some

Christmas Eve we enjoyed some quality holiday time with dinner, fellowship and presents with Val's family:

Cooper loves his swing, at least for 15 minutes at a time.


The dogs got a visit from Santa Paws!


Our favorite present for Christmas 2009!


"I'll give you as much milk as you want so long as you never call me something like Papaw."


When the Ghost of Christmas Peeps Past came shooting through Cody's stomach, Cheryl was shocked and appalled, Randy just intrigued.


And this little piggy saved up to go to Fenway, wee wee wee all the way home!



Christmas afternoon was spent at his great-grandmother Mammaw Margie's home (my Dad-in-Law's side):

Mammaw shows off her temporary Christmas tattoo, a bundle of mistletoe to stick on her forehead.


Randy The Cat Burglar snuck in the chimney overnight to leave Cody a carpeted handbag like the one he stole off that British nanny with all the sugar.


The ladies decide to share the secrets to their Christmas desserts among family, but little do they know that Santa has the place bugged.



Cousin Daniel shares a stylist.



Tooting is a lot funnier when you're talking about babies.



Afterward we went to Nana's so she could get some Cooper lovin', and he obliged.



And what a nice Christmas to wrap it all up with a nice bath. (Yes, we keep the diaper on until it's time to wash his little boy parts, we're not looking for a fountain bath!)

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Cooper's first Christmas: Santa came!

Christmas Eve, Cooper must have taken to heart the "He knows when you're sleeping" Christmas verse, because he slept for EIGHT hours! New record! Okay, he still won't do it on his own in his bassinet or crib, but we'll take it. We discovered instead that if he falls asleep in his car seat, you can just leave him there for a long time and he'll snooze quite well. So after Val's family Christmas party, we got home, did some chores, plopped on the couch, watched "The Mentalist," ate some snacks and let Cooper sleep in his car seat next to us. That was a couple of hours. The next six he slept in my arms on the couch. Christmas morning after he went back to sleep, we put him back in the car seat while Val and I exchanged presents. I'm fine with this. Santa even visited him while he slept:

My favorite gift to give Val, some Eeyore pajamas. Yeah, it's more for me, but she looks happy enough:

Cooper's first Christmas: the Burks

Last Saturday night Cooper had his first Christmas party at the Burk shindig (My Mom-In-Law's side of the family):


It's a Holly Jolly Sing-a-Long:


Everyone fights over holding a sleeping and adorable Cooper (for some reason, when he's fussy everyone decides it's my turn. Go figure.):



Jonathan holds his niece, Audrey, and she looks pretty surprised:


Steve and Stevie put in their Christmas Aerobics tape while we waited for dinner:


Cody's not Santa, but so long as he brings a pony, Emma will play along:

Thursday, December 24, 2009

MERRY CHRISTMAS!



I wonder if when Cooper is six or seven, if he'll get suspicious that "Santa" doesn't want cookies and milk and really wants chips and Rotel, plus enough wings to feed the reindeer, and wash it all down with a big glass of sweet iced tea?

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Jeff's Top 5: Football Teams I Will Always Root Against

Okay, not in the holiday spirit, admittedly:

It's not just that I loathe some of these teams, it's that I can't stand their preconceived stature, media attention and obnoxious fans (and yes, I admit that the Red Sox are in my blood, and that I root for the Cowboys as well):

1. Notre Dame Fighting Irish - Get over yourselves, you're just another college team now.

2. USC Trojans - Okay, yes, I used to flip over to watch solely for their cheerleaders, but the football team is a bunch of west coast glory boys.

3. Michigan Wolverines - As an SEC fan I have no love for the Big Ten in general, and Michigan represents everything about that (Ohio State, too).

4. Florida State - More like The Criminoles, you know what I'm sayin'! Got 'em!

5. Miami Hurricanes - I could never get past the thugs of the 80s and 90s.

1. NY Giants - If it's from New York, I'm predisposed to disliking them, and that's that. Heck, I rooted against the dang Yanks in the 2001 Series after 9/11. You know, to get "things back to normal."

2. Philadelphia Eagles - Their fans and media think that Philly should be the center of attention even if they haven't won anything in nearly 30 years, and really, I'm tired of the over-praise of Donovan McNabb.

3. Oakland Raiders - How many shots of their insane fans can we see before thinking, "That's a lot of makeup and costume for a team that's sucked so hard recently."

4. Baltimore Ravens - I'm not so much hating on them as much nowadays as the first part of the decade.

5. NY Jets - The other team from New York is like the picked-on little brother of the Giants, though that doesn't mean I'm supposed to have any sympathy.

Monday, December 21, 2009

Holiday TV Viewing

We finally got around to watching last Monday's HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER (hey, that's not too bad, we still have some CHOPPEDs from three weeks ago, and the previous MENTALIST). Anyway, how random was this show? All of a sudden, they're all off-and-on smokers? And even then, when they tried to quit and started going off on each other, that was some funny stuff, especially when Marshall started beating up on his 13-year-old self. So Robyn's going to start dating Loser Co-Anchor Dude? Really?
 
I told myself I wasn't going to watch THE SING OFF on NBC, one of those one-week competitions featuring a capella groups. And then it turns out that one of the groups is from Lee University in Cleveland, Tennessee, where our old Union pal Kevin works and lives with his delightful wifey Robyn (also of Union fame). Because Val usually goes to bed by 7 nowadays, she's not into it, but I am, even though the acts are usually pretty dreadful. Still, go Lee! 

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Jeff at the Symphony

A few pics I snapped while helping to set up for our annual taping of the Memphis Symphony Orchestra's annual Christmas concert at the Cannon Center downtown:


A star is (not) born. I can't sing in C, B, G or whatever key. I only sing in "Off" key.


The only place to watch is up in the balcony with the riff-raff.


The stuck us in the back behind the scenes, far from the fancy-smancyness of the concert hall.

Promo alert: The concert airs on our station Christmas Eve and Christmas Day.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Cooper, Day 51

Thursday night Val's cousin Will came into town with wife Sarah and their daughters Maleah and Joanna (born three weeks before Cooper), so Val's parents, sister, superstud nephew Cody and grandmother also came over for babies, pizza and holiday fun!

Checking Cooper's weight to see if he's caught 10 pounds yet. Not so far.

He's just an angel when asleep!


Trade ya!

Maleah pined for the good old days when she could ride the swing.

Cheryl has the easier time with Joanna, who looks around and around, and nary makes a peep.

Mammaw has many years of baby advice, such as, "When you lay the baby in the hay, lay a blanket underneath to prevent chaffing."

It's amazing how much room such small people can take up!

Friday, December 18, 2009

Jeff's Top 5: Goosebump Movie Scenes

I'm not saying I bawl like a baby when these movies are on, I'm just saying that it gets a little dusty sometimes:

1. "The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King" - "My friends. You bow to no-one."

2. "The Natural" - "Pick me out a winner Bobby."

3. "Field of Dreams" - "Hey Dad, do you want to play catch?"

4. "Dead Poets Society" - "Oh captain, my captain!"

5. "Babe" - "That'll do, pig."

Honorable Mentions:

"The Princess Bride" - "Since the invention of the kiss, there were five which have been rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind."

"Apollo 13" - Re-entry and splashdown.

"Forrest Gump" - "You died on a Saturday morning. And I had you placed here under our tree. And I had that house of your father's bulldozed to the ground. Momma always said dyin' was a part of life. I sure wish it wasn't. Little Forrest, he's doing just fine. ..."

"Glory" - "If you men will take no pay, then none of us will."

The father is surely flattered

There is nothing about this story that isn't awesome (and, yes, sad, but mostly awesome):
 
"(AP) – CHATTANOOGA, Tenn. — Tennessee investigators say a 4-year-old boy was found roaming his neighborhood in the night, drinking beer and wearing a little girl's dress taken from under a neighbor's Christmas tree.

The child's mother, 21-year-old April Wright, tells WTVC-TV the boy "wants to go to jail because that's where his daddy is." Wright says she and the boy's father are going though a divorce."

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Will Cooper consider my music to be "oldies?"

- The other night as I was turning on the radio to find the sports/talk station to listen in bed, I came across three stations playing, in order, Kenny Loggins' "Footloose," "Patience" by Guns N' Roses and Madonna's "Open Your Heart." I felt like I was 14 years old all over again, tuning the dial with my old stereo in my room on the second floor of our home on Ancroft Cove. And seriously, is there any modern rock music anymore? Will today's teenagers pine for the "good old days" of Train, Coldplay or Five for Fighting in 20 years?
 
- Not sure if I care a whole lot who wins SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE tonight. The last few weeks we've been distracted, to say the least, and we haven't been WOWed by any dances this season. (By the way, where's Mia  Michaels? I'm going to start a rumor that she's ticked that Adam got the permanent third judge spot.) Last night, the final dances seemed rushed. No group dances? No time to reflect on the contestants? I guess we're rooting for Kathryn, Jakob and Russell, in that order. Ellenore's just a little too odd with her alien voices, and while Ryan and Ashleigh are good and surprisingly I didn't hate her, I still think they should have been voted off by now.
 
- We're getting our Christmas cards together to mail this week, I promise! Naturally, Cooper is the prominent feature. Val and I didn't even bother to dress up and try to get in the picture with him. Why bother? He's the star! Plus, it's all we can do just to wake up, let alone practice normal hygiene like taking showers, brushing our hair or putting on anything other than pajamas!
 
- Anyone who likes to drive around looking at Christmas light displays, we have a recommendation. It's in Bartlett on Planters View road off of Davies Plantation. The Cockrofts time their lights to music that plays on the radio out of their home. We only stuck around for about 15 minutes last weekend, and heard a lot of contemporary Christian Christmas songs, Linus' famous nativity story oration on "Charlie Brown Christmas" and "Wizards in Winter" by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra.

Here's a link to check out one of the past years' displays, which looks smaller than the one we saw last week: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YyOJtOvAElM

In fact, I think it's even neater than Starry Nights at Shelby Farms, and $20 cheaper!

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Cooper's back home on a Sunday evening

Val's parents watched our mini Cooper for two nights this weekend. We tried to catch up on our sleep, but it seems like the federal deficit would be easier to conquer at this point!

So here's Cooper back home, sleeping soundly and enjoying his parents' affection again:




By the way, in case you're looking for a photo of it, we're not even trying to go see Santa this year. Hey, what would a seven-week-old baby ask for anyway? More pooping?



So what did we do with that free time? I had to work Saturday, the 2-10p shift, but Val enjoyed getting some ZZZs on the couch while watching Christmas movies and reading, and we slept some more, and I stayed up late catching up on my newspapers (almost two weeks worth of a backlog), and we slept some more. Good times. Now to get him back on our schedule for the week. Good luck to us!

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Cooper at 6 weeks

Oh Blog, my Blog, wherefore art thou, Blog?

So, um, yeah, this blogging thing, not so easy nowadays. Sorry about that. I just had a three-day weekend, and as you can surmise, I didn't blog, not once, and I didn't even spend 15 minutes total in front of the computer, even though it sits one foot to my right when I'm on my spot on the couch in the living room.

What am I doing instead? Either a) Holding, feeding, or changing Cooper; b) Cleaning or cooking; or c) Asleep. Mostly A, because I don't feel like I've accomplished much of anything otherwise. Showering is an accomplishment at this point.

We're not going to even try to keep up with the neighbors in Christmas decorations this year. I won't get the outside lights put up. Just this past Saturday we finally took down the Thanksgiving decorations and put up the Christmas tree in the living room. Another eight bins of Christmas stuff is in the dining room waiting to be opened, and may never be.

This may just have to be a year where the Christmas spirit comes from within, and only after we alternate naps to keep Cooper happy!

Turning six weeks old Wednesday morning, Cooper's doing okay, except for the same problems with colic as the last five weeks. Nothing we've tried seems to make much of a difference overall, although some little things help more than others. For instance, we have hope that a white-noise machine that we got in the mail yesterday from some of Val's relatives will help. It projects little discs of animations on the ceiling as well. Very neat.

Little dude won't sleep in his bassinet more than an hour at a time. I'm hoping that once we feel comfortable leaving him in his crib, that we may actually get sleep ourselves. In the meantime, we switch back and forth. When I'm home I take him as much as possible and send Val to the bedroom to sleep, because she doesn't get a lick of sleep when I'm at work. So I sit on my spot on the couch, prop my feet on the stool, rest Cooper in the crook of my left arm against some pillows, and we sleep side-by-side. That's how I've been napping in the afternoons and overnights until I get up at 3 a.m.

An hour or two per day Val will force me to go to the bedroom and sleep with my CPAP under our own sheets, but I really don't mind the sleeping arrangements. I worry about Val getting rest more than I worry about Cooper, and far more than I worry about myself. I'll make it. I have years and years of weird sleeping schedules to get me ready for this.

Besides, everyone says that the colicky stage will end someday, right? Right? We have lots of help, too, and for that we are very thankful.

Friday night Cooper had his first sleepover, staying with Val's parents. Val withheld calling to check on him for a whole ten minutes on the drive home after dropping him off, and then waited a little longer the next time. It's okay, I didn't blame her. It was very weird to have the house to ourselves, since it's full of baby toys and devices, and there was no baby. It only felt a teeny bit selfish that we enjoyed sleeping ten hours that night.

Saturday we did manage to make our way up to hang out with the Jackson Gang, and for everyone to meet our mini Cooper and see baby Erica, born to Melanie and Roger just two weeks after Cooper made his way into the world. Naturally, much of the conversation was about babies, so to the non-parents looking for discussion on weighty topics, sorry about that. I don't know if it's possible for me to talk about real-world stuff anymore! It's all poops, toots, formula and sleep! I feel bad for Val, because she spends all day at home alone, while I get to go to work and see other adults, even if all we talk about is fart jokes and Tiger Woods' bedroom antics. (The news business: Setting the standard for conversation for thousands of years.)

Now, a few pictures!

I'll try to make a video of it, too, but we just adore this look he gets during one of his wailing spells when you blow in his face to get his attention. It only lasts for a few seconds, however, before he remembers he's upset about something (though we don't know what):



He did try out a sly smile for his Mammaw this weekend:



Baby swap! Saturday we went up for lunch with the Jackson Gang so they could "oooh" "awwww" over our cutie patooter. Likewise, Melanie and Roger got to show off their little Erica, born two weeks after Cooper. And no, there have been no pre-arranged marriages, yet.



By the way, all of this was just typed one-handed with a squirmy baby in the other, while Christmas music played on the XM Holiday Traditions channel on DirecTV. Stopping frequently to use my right hand to reinsert the paci or give reassuring pats on his adorable bottom, or turn and "shhhhhhhhhhh" a fussy spell. It took a while. Did I mention I go to work in four hours? Hey, it's my new exciting and rewarding life!

Wednesday, December 09, 2009

Semifinals of SYTYCD

Hard to believe, but there's only one more week to go in SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE ...
 
Before the dancing even gets started, Ashleigh comes out on stage with a bandaged right arm, telling us that she popped her shoulder out of socket. And yet, instead of being automatically out, "Survivor" style, she still gets a phone number for votes, and at the end of the show we saw her solo from last week, plus rehearsal footage of this week's dances. Fair? I don't think so.
 
KATHRYN & RYAN - Opened the show with a disco number, which is always a good sign for a perennial favorite style on the show. Next up was a cha-cha, so two upbeat performances can't hurt her chances, hopefully.
 
MOLLEE & JAKOB - Doesn't it look like he should be dancing for a vampire musical set in 1850 New Orleans? Their first dance was probably the best waltz I've ever seen on the show, graceful and light and fun. The Broadway number was just meh, and the judges seemed to agree.
 
ELLENORE & LEGACY - The first dance was mega-hard, acrobatic and flexible, though the music was killing me. I actually watched their second dance again - a hip-hop number promised to be "strange" - and on the double viewing it was better than I first thought. There were some good moves in there, although I can see why the judges were down on it for being "safe." It could have been far weirder as advertised in the tape beforehand.
 
ASHLEIGH & RUSSELL - The first week of the top 20, Russell had to dance with is choreographer when Noelle got hurt. Didn't affect him one bit, and he actually looked the better for it. Same here. The judges loved how he kept up with the gals he danced with, both of whom are specialists in their styles, hip-hop and Bollywood. Of course, he's a Krumper, so he's good at the former, and the latter is just essentially Indian Hip-Hop, because all hip-hopper seem to excel at it.  
 
Who's going home? Ashleigh and Ryan, I presume, and it will be superly duperly dramatic. Tears galore.
 

Thursday, December 03, 2009

Starry Nights, Long Night

Saturday night, Cooper home with his Mammaw, Val and I met up with my family to drive to Shelby Farms for the Starry Nights light display, which ended up being something to talk about for a long time. And not because of the display, alas.

Instead, we had created family memories through the shared experiences of making fun of the situation, much like Stockholm Syndrome. In retrospect, going on the opening weekend was a bad idea.

It took TWO hours to get in. It took over an hour and twenty minutes just to get on Farm Road from Walnut Grove to get to the entrance. I could only imagine hundreds of bulging bladders yearn for tidings of comfort and joy.

Quote of the night: "They put a Christmas thing by a prison?" - Gabriel

Yes, the Starry Nights light display is at Shelby Farms, and there is a penitentiary adjacent to the park, and Gabriel couldn't quite figure that one out! He didn't even remember getting to see the bison in the park a few years ago.

In our car was big bro Scott driving his rental, sis-in-law Jenn, me, Val, nephew Gabriel. Behind us in sister Stephanie's car was Mom and sis Stacy with nephew Nate.

Dangit, we had to enjoy the Christmas spirit, so on the radio Scott put on the Holiday Traditions channel of XM, the Vince Guaraldi 'Charlie Brown Christmas" CD, and some contemporary christian Christmas tunes.

Unconcerned with personal privacy, we peeked into the car in front of us on Walnut Grove - from Mississippi - to see the kids in the backseat watching "The Polar Express," then a Spongebob Squarepants movie, while the parents keep flicking cigarette butts out their window. When we pulled up side-by-side on Farm Road, there was a VW Beetle with a big bulldog wearing a Santa cap, and an SUV in front of us from Williamson County watching "Stuart Little."

Once we were close I couldn't help but think, at this point, we have to really be wowed. No matter what it will be a letdown. A two hour wait to get in, 20 bucks out of pocket, these lights had better cure cancer.

It took 30 minutes to drive through slowly, sometimes behind traffic, other times not, taking our time to take pictures and videos, go at your own pace and let people pass who want to drive through it quickly and watch the lights pass as if they're in "Star Trek" at warp speed.

Some good stuff, but there could be more. Not as good as the ones at Lake Lanier in Atlanta that we enjoyed with Amy and Michael back in '06.



This next one is from out my window in the line, and you can just make out Mom saying to Stephanie, "Is that a camera?"