I've spent the day reading, going on a power walk, and catching up on my internet life. I go through computer fazes. Sometimes I LIVE on the computer, 24/7, emailing, IMing, blogging etc... and then I'll go weeks where I barely check my email.
Southern life revolves around pigs. More accurately, Pork Barbeque. And they take their barbeque seriously. There is currently a debate RAGING in North Carolina over which type of barbeque should be adopted as the official State barbeque (what?!). Our choices are Western NC Pork Barbeque, basted in red sauce and ketchup, or Eastern NC Barbeque, pulled pork and vinegar. I've sided with the Eastern NC barbeque, simply because that's all my family has ever known. Since barbeque wasn't too big in Idaho, my father SHIPPED IT IN.
Now most people have never had the opportunity to attend a pig-pickin'. These events are solely based around cooking a full dead pig on a large grill and getting enough people to eat it all. The pig is probably the scariest thing you've ever seen, laying there dead on the grill, and I personally was scarred as a small child when my dad decided to throw the only pig-pickin' in the history of Idaho.
Last night, we went to a family event in Greensboro, a city about an hour away from Raleigh. Little family reunions are always great... unless you don't know ANY of your extended family members. I suffered through numerous "oooh.. you've grown up so much, last time I saw you, you were just an infant..." or, better yet, "Wow, you look so much like your daddy." umm.. thanks. Excuse me while I go kill myself.
We've got my cousin's wedding next month and I'm not sure how I'll get out of that. I'm not sure I like the idea of being so close to so many relatives.