Archive for Month: April, 2008
Mishi and DocDeath
One day, I was in ‘the meadow’ of NAILS (a mush, or mud, I can’t recall) and I ran into another character called ‘DocDeath’. Seriously, the name should have told me to just keep walking west but I didn’t. I started chatting with him. Five minutes, turned into an hour, an hour turned into two hours and before I knew it, “DocDeath” was asking me for my phone number. But, this wasn’t before we learned of all the similarities in life. He was a biology major, I was a biology major. He drove a little truck, I drove a little truck. He liked Grunge, I like Grunge. He smoked pot, I smoked pot. He lived at home with his parents, I lived at home with my parents. When I found out what his real-life name was (he was Michael, I was Mishelle), the deal was sealed, and I spouted off my phone number without hesitation. But, it would take me a good 1/2 an hour to get home.I rushed home, encountering construction traffic, practicing how I would answer the phone. Would I do it in a sultry tone? Would I be peppy? Would I be dark and mysterious? How would I do it? I ran into the house only to hear the phone ring and cease. I was certain that he wouldn’t call back. Defeated, I dropped my bag and started to look for something to eat, when the phone rang again. I picked it up, “Hello!”
Michael and I would talk for endless hours. We’d both max out phone cards and I would even talk using my parents long-distance; I just didn’t care. I had to talk to him. We would learn all the ins-and-outs of each other. We’d talk into the wee hours of the morning, even falling asleep a few times. We fell in love. In mad, passionate, long-distance love. Soon, Michael made arrangements to come to me. And, he did. Once he stepped off the plane, and took hold of me, I knew he’d never let go. I knew that we were destined for each other, and I felt complete.
My dad would have a hard time accepting that I was in a relationship. I think he thought that Michael would come and go, but-soon after Michael returned home-he came back. He loaded his little truck up with all his stuff and moved from the south to the north. We’d have a little struggle with my parents feeling as though they lost me, but we’d overcome it and in a year-and-a-half we’d be married.
Excerpt taken from: Sunday Scribbling: “Hi, My Name is….”
for “How I Met My Honey”, brainchild of Ramblings by Reba.
Project 365 (248 & 249/365)
248:
Not “me”, but he is where I get my good looks from!
248:
Battle of the Cell Phone Pix! He’s got the new Voyager and is totally enamored by it!
There are three stages of a man’s life: He believes in Santa Claus, he doesn’t believe in Santa Claus, he is Santa Claus.
—Author Unknown
Best Shot: Two Fathers Toasting
Taken on Easter Sunday, my grandfather and my father toasting the holiday.
“Zivali”
Project 365 (246 & 247/365)
246:
This was taken early in the morning, sometime around 9am, when we were in Virginia (I think).
The trip was great and, all things considered, everyone did really well–even Davey! I have a cell phone picture diary from the road that I am working on.
247:
[Orthodox] Easter Sunday
You will never catch me in church, on Easter, without a hat. Believe that!
Families are like fudge – mostly sweet with a few nuts.
–Author Unknown
More to come….
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