First Date

I've been holding this one in my "drafts" since I started the blog.  Decided to post it.

September 29, 1989. This was the date of Heather and my first date. Call it day one.  The date that started it all. The beginning of the end. Just kidding, sweetie. I picked Heather up at her house and didn't have much of a plan. Dinner and a movie was about the extent of it. Hell, I was 17 and I didn't care what we did. We decided that Shoney's would be a good place to eat.  Not overly nice for teenagers but a sit down meal with a server, at least. Shoney's was in a mall and seemed to be pretty busy that Friday night. We were standing in line and made mention of the wait when the couple behind us said it was like that everywhere. "We had our name on the list at Ruby Tuesday and decided to leave." they said.

Me"Really?"

Them" Sure did. we waited about 45 minutes and decided to leave. You could probably sneak right in with our name if you wanted."

Me:"What's the last name?"

Them:" Holloman."

Me:" That's very close to Allmon. If they ask I can just tell them they misunderstood."

Them:"That's right."

I looked at Heather and asked her what she thought.  She was agreeable. Off we went to our upgraded dinner plans.  I was thinking " If I pull this off, I'm going to be a hero!"

When we arrived at Ruby Tuesday I was just a little nervous.  I approached the hostess and asked if she had called Holloman yet.  She said "No. But you are next." NICE!! Now, I was not a prude of a young man at this point in my life but I was looking around to see if any of the other people waiting might pick up on the fact that the Hollomon's had changed from a middle-aged couple to a teenage couple. No one seemed to notice. The hostess called "Holloman, party of two?" and I darted to the front and said "here we are! Holloman. That's us". Thank you very much!. I had done it. I just came across as the smooth operator who got us into a nicer restaurant on someone else's name. What a guy. I was so proud of myself.  Life's small victories are great.

Food For Thought

I am a firm believer that the people we love are like the food we love. You can love food that nourishes you and makes you stronger and you can love food that harms you makes you unhealthy and drags you down. You can't help that you love them. You just do. Original thought. I swear.

Posted for safe keeping

Heather Allmon, you are still the love of my life and always have been. You are a lady and a lion. You have always had my back and I will always have yours. Through every bump in the road and every tree in our path, I am yours. This is the truth in stone.

Finding Something to Write About

I was sitting in front of my computer and realized I had not posted to my blog in a month.  I thought to myself " Oh my gosh!! My readers must be starving for my words!" No...not really. I did, however, feel like I owed it to myself to write something. I just had not felt compelled to write.  I don't want to write just for the sake of writing.  I don't fancy myself an author. I'm no poet. Sometimes things just feel right to write about.  Sometimes I have noteworthy thoughts.  Sometimes they are not suitable for public consumption.  Sometimes things that happen need a little time before I can write about them. There are things that happen in my/our life that are so emotionally difficult that no one would care to read about it. Things that Heather and I would only share with each other.  These aren't perverted or intimate things that you may automatically think of.  These are deep emotional things that can only be shared between two people traveling the same path because they vowed to stay together and because they cannot fathom travelling that path with anyone else.  Sometimes it is like walking on spikes.  You hold the other up so it isn't so painful for them.  It may be more painful for you but you know they need it. This is what true mates do. This is what we do.  Guess I found something to write about.