Distance makes the heart grow impatient

Well, it is almost over. Morgan is 2 days away from completing her 12 week internship. I knew this distance thing would be hard, but I don't think either one of us realized how hard it would really be. Morgan and I dated 'long distance' all through college, so I thought this would be a breeze. Boy was I wrong.

I guess once you get used to seeing someone everyday it is hard not to see them everyday. It is weird what you miss when someone is gone. You would think that you would sleep better when you have the whole bed to yourself, and I will admit, I did the first couple of nights. But then I got to where I wasn't sleeping well because I didn't have her cold feet near me. I miss arguing over what stupid show we are going to watch tonight or who gets to lay on the couch with their feet in the other's lap. I miss her smile and her frown. I miss her cooking and our conversations during dinner. I miss her eyes and her dumbo ears. I even miss her nagging. I guess I discovered this summer that I am not me without her. She completes me ("Mini-me, you complete. You had me at hello.").

Ok, enough of the mushy "Jerry Maguire" stuff. Anyways, I am flying down to Jacksonville in the morning to see Morgan. Her last internship duty is to preach on Sunday, then we will head to the beach for some much needed time together. We will be returning on Wednesday night. So, I fully expect all of you bloggers out there to update your blogs several times so that when I get back to work on Thursday I will have something to read.

Peace out A-Town,
Usher

Google your friends

So. I was at this SOS thing the other night (SOS stands for Spouses of Seminarians) and we started to talk about blogs. The SOS stuff is already better than it was last year, thanks to the new co-presidents. However, the only reason I go is to hangout with a bunch of hot, married, female spouses of seminarians (there aren't too many male spouses, which makes me a popular guy at the mostly all female events).

Anyways, I digress. As we were talking and sipping on our wayyyyyyy to expensive coffee (we were at a hip coffee bar named Java Monkey), we began discussing blogs. Julie said she had started a blog, but being a virgin blogger, she couldn't remember the URL to the blog. So of course this became a challenge to me to find her blog. Well, I can't find it, but I did find this instead: Julie and Davis' wedding pictures. So since I didn't find the blog, I thought I would share this with everyone. Maybe Julie will post her blog address as a comment responding to my post, then I will know how to find her blog.

Moral of the story: Google can find just about anything, so google your friends. It will make you chuckle.

Seacrest, out!

The Hamdog

Anyone who knows me will tell you that I am not one to be concerned with my health. Yes, it is true I have gained around 60 pounds since highschool and yes it is true I was once a sexy man with a 4-pack stomach (not quite a 6-pack). However in recent years I have become a little more fluffy. Ok, ok, ok, I am freaking fat. But it is things like the 'Hamdog' that keep me that way. I enjoy fried foods, read meat, chicken fingers, and all things potato. And even though I once played two sports in highschool, I can't motivate myself to consistently go to the gym.

So, what is the Hamdog, you ask. The Hamdog is a local celebrity. A bar in Oakhurst (Mulligan's) serves the Hamdog along with the Luther Burger and has recently made national press (and Jay Leno) for doing so.

Hamdog: "hot dog wrapped by a beef patty that's deep fried, covered with chili, cheese and onions and served on a hoagie bun. Oh yeah, it's also topped with a fried egg and two fistfuls of fries"

Luther Burger: "a bacon-cheeseburger served on a Krispy Kreme doughnut bun"

See this AP article for more information or you can search on google for 'Mulligans' and 'Hamdog' for all sorts of reviews on the fattening foods.

Anyways, back to the point of my post. My friend Stewart called and said his wife was out of town for the week and that he had heard about this place on Jay Leno and wanted to try it out but it sounded like a guy place (it is definitely a guy place since his wife said she would never go there), so we headed over there. After a Hamdog and fries and 2 pitchers of beer, I probably need bypass surgery, but this is not the point of my post. Tonight reminded me how important our friends are to us.

I feel so blessed to have had such a great group of friends before we moved to ATL. The hardest part about moving to me was leaving our friends. Then we got here and quickly made great friends. Had we not made such good friends when we moved, I probably would not have made it through the past 14 months, so I guess God knew what he/she (that is for you 'inclusive language seminary liberals') was doing by blessing me with friends here in Decatur. The great thing about good friends is that no matter how long it has been since you have seen them, you pick up right where you left off. And that is what Stewart and I did tonight. God has blessed me with great friends and although the Hamdog almost gave me a coronary, it reminded me how truly blessed I am.

So, to all of you out there who are my friends, thanks for being my friend even when I am jackass.

Love,
Frank