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( 2.7 / 139 )I just got word from my Mom a few minutes ago that a long-time friend of ours has passed away due to a stroke. Judy Bogey knew my Mom for several years before I had the opportunity to meet her. In 1982, I was to graduate but lacked 1/2 a grade of being able to do so. (That's a politically correct way of saying "I flunked, but just barely...") I had to make up one semester of English in order to graduate high school. I was allowed to attend the ceremony but the booklet containing my diploma was empty and would be mailed to me later upon completing said one semester of English. Judy Bogey was my teacher. She taught at Will Rogers High School in Tulsa. Judy was a very outspoken, sometimes very loud but very loving in her words. She reminded me of a typical person you would meet who was from Miami, Florida, for some reason. In my years following the semester of Summer School, Judy and I became good friends. She trusted no one with her big old '76 Chevy Caprice Classic but me. I worked on it for her whenever she needed me to. Later on, when I was having marital problems, she gave me counseling and was there to lend an ear. Judy was avid in her exercising and a bit of a health nut. She had a love for the kids she taught, had a huge heart and was everyone's friend. She was 72 years of age. She will be missed here on Earth. Mom was crying when she gave me the news. I told her that Judy's vehicle had gave out and she traded it in on a new one: As she collapsed, her soul left her body and entered a new one as she went to Heaven with her angels by her side. We all have angels... I told Mom this is only temporary. We'll all meet again in Heaven. Jesus said "In My Father's House there are many mansions..." I hope God just gives me a cabin by the lake with some trees and a cool breeze. I won't spend much time there; I'll be too busy visiting others' mansions and talking to the people in them. I've got a lot of questions to ask when I get there!
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( 3 / 88 )As you may or may not know, I started writing books at age eight. Okay, let me rephrase the word "books"... At age eight, I called them "books" because at the time, only girls wrote in diaries. I did not want to be known as someone who wrote in a diary and I did not understand the meaning of the word "journal" at the time, hence the word "books" was used instead. Over the course of my lifetime, I have written over 140 such "books" or "journals" as they should rightfully be identified. These "books" started out as ways to pass the time from the end of Summer to the following late Spring. I wrote them because I had a horrible case of puppy love with some female lifeguards at a swimming pool at Whiteside Park in Tulsa, Oklahoma. The lifeguards gave me the time of day (or "paid attention to me") hence the crushes. At the end of the season, the pool closed down. I made a little autograph book where they recorded their names addresses and phone numbers. I stayed in contact with them and corresponded with them for a couple of years while they were in college. Eventually they married and disappeared from my life. When I had a girlfriend, I would write about her and later we would break up. The books retained the memories and it was always painful to revisit them. So, I quit writing about girlfriends. Later, I got married. I had slowed way down on book writing and shifted my interest to old roads. I didn't write about my then-wife (now late ex-wife) and when I remarried, my second wife didn't want me writing about her at all. She was a very private person, or maybe deep down she didn't like who she was. Later, I didn't like who she became. Now I am married to Sallye. Our lives are sometimes quite hectic. She has issues with one of her Sons. It's a private matter and I won't elaborate. I have issues with my Son, my only Son who I adopted back in '92. I now have more to do with my Son after his mom's untimely demise, albeit I feel guilty for not being a part of his life in the past. But due to the issues I mentioned earlier which I won't describe here, lets just leave it at "he can't be here right now until he proves he's OK to be around." We have the house and all its issues, those stemming from a contractor who laughs like "Goofy" and has the IQ of bean dip. I have the daily pressures of my job. We're both dealing with Sallye's health: She has more aches and pains than she used to and has inherited among other things, a degenerative bone disease that has caused her to have two surgeries in the last year and a half. My writing of books has shifted more towards this blog and this website. I am self taught in just about everything electronic and mechanical. This includes writing web pages. Sallye asked me the other day "Why don't you mention me in your blog?" I sat there for a moment going back through my past because my present answer would be superficial if not thought through. I came by the answer very naturally. Anytime I have written about someone, they have left my life or we have parted ways. I am getting used to this new attitude of "we're together no matter what" and it totally changes my thought process in the area of writing. So now, I am going back through and adding entries for one solid reason: Sallye is my one and only last true love that will never go away until God calls her home (if He doesn't call me home first!) So you'll see entries you haven't seen before. I think you need to know just how much this wonderful woman has changed my life forever.
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( 3 / 87 )After months of building and countless delays and struggles, we are moving into our new house. It is beautiful. If you haven't seen the pictures I invite you to do so. You can find them on this site. Sallye is doing a wonderful job of decorating. She designed the colors of he interior accents around a bedspread my Mom made us for a wedding gift/moving in gift. It's nice to have central heat and air again as well as not having to walk down a narrow, dark hallway to the bathroom. The new place is very airy, open and a great place to hang out. Justin, Sallye's Son comes over every weekend to hang out with his beautiful baby girl, Katelyn.
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( 2.9 / 64 )Sallye and I tied the knot. She let me into her life and gave me everything. I am so grateful for having the opportunity to be in her life. Her boys love me, her mom loves me, her sister loves me, her friends love me (I think!) If not for her, I would be a very sad and empty individual. :cool: Unlike my last relationship, we both agree that if this doesn't work out, we'll start over. She has the biggest most giving heart I have ever seen. I have watched her help people she works with, help friends, sometimes even total strangers. She lights up a room when she comes in. She is my sunshine, my one true love... I love her immensely!
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