Welts.

Ok, I am embarrassed… turns out its way harder to find a computer to blog on while on the road than I had ever imagined.  But no time for any long winded complaints, we barely have enough time to catch up on the last 3000 miles of our lives!!

As we drove east to see my grandmother (referred to as Mom-Mom for the remainder) we had no idea the sort of pure gluttony that was about to occur.  There was a beach, and waves, the excitement of crabbing and the pain of weeding in the heat, but the truly memorable part of Fernandina beach will forever remain: Food. Before we had even finished our hello hugs my nose caught a whiff of something only people who have experienced as well can relate to: Mom-Mom’s fried chicken. Which is by the way the worlds best fried chicken. And so it began.  Before it was all said and done (all in a matter of less than a week mind you) we had eaten crab cakes, brats, a batch of chocolate chip cookies, an apple pie, a pan of brownies, shrimp salad – twice, fried chicken – twice, pancakes, eggs, bacon, HEAVEN!!!! Needless to say the appropriate thing for us to have done would be fasten some sort of harness system and walk The Moment to wherever were headed next.  Instead we chose to drive to the beach and sit in chairs to pass the time between feedings.  

**As I just read back looks like you already knew most of that... guess thats what I get for not having the internet when I write... but rest assured the following is ALL NEW!!

By the time we had reached Amelia Island to see Mom-Mom, we must have been asked 20 times if we were going to see Savannah.  We even had friends honeymoon in Savannah, so without a schedule we decided to see what the fuss was all about.  Turns out most of the fuss for us (well Cels) was all about trees; rows and rows of giant trees that lined the squares for which Savannah is so famous.  My favorite part of Savannah (in true foodie fashion) was the hour or so we spent in a candy store watching, and sampling, the creations from taffies to pralines.

From Savannah we headed to Atlanta.  Not so much for the touristy sightseeing things, but rather to see old friends and family.  One of Celseys best friends she met while working at Young Life camp (Calla), and my cousin.

I have a few very repetitious memories from my life, one of which involves a cousin, some bruises, and usually a scolding.  I cant really explain it.  Todd was always like the brother I never had.  The only problem is brothers have tons of time to create mischief so they can evenly spread it out.  But in our case we were usually pressed from time, so we had to fit a lifetime worth of brotherly stupidity into periodic meetings lasting only days at a time.  However I am starting to find is that as we grow, so to do our adventures.  And this time was no different. 

As is always the case we sort of stumble upon brilliance.  This time we were hanging out in Callas backyard on a Saturday afternoon.  We saw the neighbor kid playing with a paintball gun and lets just say one thing led to another.  Before we knew it we had invented a game the military would be proud of.  One of us had to try and navigate an obstacle course of plywood, trees, and wheel barrels we had erected in the backyard while the other got to have a free for all with a semi-automatic paintball gun.  It was a painful game to say the least, testing our bravery (stupidity maybe) and agility, but could easily go down as the best game I have ever been a part of: Welts.