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Once upon a time, there lived a little girl. More than anything in the whole wide world, this little girl wanted to be loved. She searched many, many foreign places for love. She kissed many toads for love. She loved and she loved and she loved. The more she loved, the harder it became. Her tiny little heart was fading. Layers and layers of molten skin were binding her. Finally, the little girl exploded. She began lashing out at everything and everyone in sight. Bolts of lightning were striking all she touched and did not touch. She began to spin out of control. As she spun, rings and rings were spinning off of her painting the earth. Many colors began flying throughout the air. Suddenly, she was naked. She looked into the water and there, she found her love. Now, to find the prince…

Saturday, April 2, 2011

Hockey and Tanks



I took these pics yesterday as I was stuck on I24-E coming home from work yesterday. Seeing these tanks in Nashville was a strange thing for me. Thoughts of the different wars going on went through my head. Couldn't figure out where these tanks were heading. I told my mom about the tanks this morning when I called her. She told me of the story when her and my dad, after they first were married, drove all the way from Wilmington to Alabama behind a tank with the big old gun pointing at them the whole way. She laughed about it as she was telling me but said it was the longest trip of her life. The year was 1944.


My son took this pic Thursday night and sent to me. He was at the Predators vs. Avalanches hockey game in Denver. The Predators won. Yea Preds!

2 comments:

  1. great pics and a wonderful memorie?story from your mum :)

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  2. Thanks David. Yes, I love hearing my mom's memories. She is 82 years old and I cherish every story she tells me.

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