
Leaving Georgia and our next door neighbour friends, Broc, Katie, Molly and Jack.

Momma Jo and Kasey at Meggie and Stu's wedding.

I baked this heart cookie for Jordan when he was doing the Tanker Winter Games in February in North Dakota. SO glad they're not sending tanker people there anymore!

Aww, Annabelle, we weren't really selling you...the Bounds took you for free!

Jordan being goofy in the wildlife refuge in Oklahoma.

This is a happy memory. It was Christmas of 2006 and Jordan had just returned from a deployment. We'd missed each other tons and it was a special Christmas to finally be back together. The UK has been great for so many reasons, not the least of which is that Jordan hasn't deployed (touch wood, haha).

The Mohawk. We (he mostly) got some stares for this one. I thought it was really funny, kind of like an experiment to see how people who have mohawks or are with mohawked people are treated. Interesting to be on the other side (weirding people out as opposed to being slightly weirded out in a nice restaurant).

One of our favorites, this shot captures a lot. It was taken on the 4th of July in '04 at the Lakehouse. Gorgeous view and sunset and memory.

I have always loved this one. I was visiting Jordan in Georgia at his apartment. We used to grill steaks in the parking lot on his little camping grill. And, his old X-terra... this picture reminds me of falling in love.

Camping in North Carolina on our road trip before Jordan's August '04 deployment. I am not a camper and I remember I had to talk myself down from panic when he left me with the spiders to go get firewood that night. We also used a starter log to grill our first set of hotdogs, but thank goodness didn't eat them, as they would've been highly carcinogenic (we read the label after observing that they looked scary).

Given the upcoming Christmas Holiday, this one seems appropriate. It was taken in the summer of 2004 at the Redneck Olympics in Georgia. I suppose its value speaks for itself.

I loved this shirt until the sleevemonster had its way with it.

We all went late night to watch Clint's case.

At the drive-in, Maryville.
This is all for now, but it has been a wonderful trip down memory lane.
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