Last Wednesday, January 13, 2010, Lloyd Mitchell Strickland took his last breath in this world. He was my brother. His memorial service was held today.
Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Monday, March 16, 2009
Every Time You Go Away...
... you take a piece of me with you.
It's 8:18 AM and she has just left for Jacksonville, to see her mother. I understand why. I have a mother too, and there are times when you just have to take care of business.
It's 8:18 AM and she has just left for Jacksonville, to see her mother. I understand why. I have a mother too, and there are times when you just have to take care of business.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Valentine’s Day
As I was sitting down to write this, I got curious, and decided to look up Valentine's Day on Wikipedia. Man was I surprised! My intention was to bring out a little more information about the day itself, before launching into my own thoughts, but that went out the window... if you want to know about the history of St. Valentine's day, go for it. I'm not in the mood to repeat all that I've learned.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
A Night Out
I had a good time last night.
The county Parks and Recreation Department here has, for the past eight years, organized a Valentine's Dance. They sell tickets for a complete evening's entertainment, for couples, and it includes snacks, dinner, door prizes, and dancing with a live band, in the old historic county courthouse. My Honey found out about it at work, and arranged for us to attend.
The county Parks and Recreation Department here has, for the past eight years, organized a Valentine's Dance. They sell tickets for a complete evening's entertainment, for couples, and it includes snacks, dinner, door prizes, and dancing with a live band, in the old historic county courthouse. My Honey found out about it at work, and arranged for us to attend.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
How I met and fell in love with my Honey
This one is for Shana, who wanted to know how I met and fell for my Honey.
We didn't know each other before we attended Wolfson High School. If Wolfson hadn't been built, it's likely we would never have met. She would have continued attending Landon, and I would have attended Englewood, just because of where we lived. Our homes were separated by the district boundary, which in that area ran down Beach Boulevard. As circumstances had it, though, Wolfson was built, and for the reasons I described in my previous blog, we both ended up attending school there in the eleventh and twelfth grades.
We didn't know each other before we attended Wolfson High School. If Wolfson hadn't been built, it's likely we would never have met. She would have continued attending Landon, and I would have attended Englewood, just because of where we lived. Our homes were separated by the district boundary, which in that area ran down Beach Boulevard. As circumstances had it, though, Wolfson was built, and for the reasons I described in my previous blog, we both ended up attending school there in the eleventh and twelfth grades.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Downtime
Well, here we are again. Thanksgiving day is over, the kids have all gone home, and so have those members of the extended family that had to come some distance to be with us. M&M couldn't be with us, and we missed them.
Thursday, July 5, 2007
What Makes It Worthwhile
It's hard to believe!
Seems like just yesterday I stood before the minister, shocked at how beautiful she was in her wedding dress.
I did all right during the rehearsal, but when the real thing happened, I forgot most of what I was supposed to do. My knees went weak, and my tongue was too thick to get the words around. Somehow though, I survived the ceremony, and now 36 years later, being single is but a vague and mostly unpleasant memory.
My worst complaint is: Why is it I look that much older, while she still looks 22 to me?
Mariner
Seems like just yesterday I stood before the minister, shocked at how beautiful she was in her wedding dress.
I did all right during the rehearsal, but when the real thing happened, I forgot most of what I was supposed to do. My knees went weak, and my tongue was too thick to get the words around. Somehow though, I survived the ceremony, and now 36 years later, being single is but a vague and mostly unpleasant memory.
My worst complaint is: Why is it I look that much older, while she still looks 22 to me?
Mariner
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