So, we just returned from our Georgia trip. It was wonderful, but then, when isn't it?

Actually we went to Alabama, Georgia, and Florida. My first time in FL. It was okay, the country portions were much prettier than the city. Tallahassee is just another big college town, however, FSU is fucking HUGE! I've never seen a campus that big!

Anyway, we took I-10 across to our destination (Dothan, AL). It was a pretty easy trip there, coming back we were, of course, sick as dogs so it sucked ASS!

Okay, so enough about that, on to the photos!

As we were driving out, I wanted to take a detour on 90 to go through my birthplace, Biloxi, Mississippi. If you ignore all the casinos and just look at the old homes that face the gulf, it was BEAUTIFUL! The beaches were white sand and there was NO one on them. Weird! So we stopped for a few minutes, got a couple of shrimp po-boys for lunch, and took the dogs for a walk on the beach. Here's Dud just wishing that I would let him off his leash.

On Sunday, we went over into Georgia to visit Brad's mom's family. They had a homecoming at the church she grew up attending, so we went. It was like a family reunion. On the way there we saw the following things:

A shack with all kinds of old ad signs on it.

An old abandoned house. This is a common sight in rural Georgia. For some reason they are remarkably beautiful to me.

After church we drove over to Plains, Georgia, to see Jimmy Carter's boyhood home. Here are a few pictures of that experience.

The little trinket shop owned by the crazy lady that kept trying to analyze my signature.

Brad yelling at an unknown foreign dignitary on Jimmy Carter's boyhood home phone.

And the windmill that sat just outside of Jimmy Carter's boyhood home tennis court.

We also headed down to Monticello, Florida to visit some friends. Here is a picture of some trees on their plantation. It was BEAUTIFUL!! I just couldn't get over the vines and moss on the huge trees.

On the way there, as we were driving through Huntsville, Texas, Brad was asleep and I could have SWORN that I saw the hugest fucking statue known to man. I promised that if it was real and not a halucination that we would stop at it on the way back through. Well it was no halucination my friends, it is, in fact, the tallest statue of an American "hero" in the world. I give you ...
SAM HOUSTON!

And finally, a picture of Oz as he laid in the back seat all the way home from Florida.

Okay, enough with the photos for today. Maybe some day soon I'll post all the X-rated pics of Brad and Sam!