20 Years & Counting

loup
3 October 2018

I met Michael on the Internet. That should tell you where I spent a lot of my free time. I was working on websites, and all of the code was beginning to blur. I had installed the most recent version of ICQ earlier that day, so I decided to take a break from the HTML and check out some of the new features. Trying out Random Chat I came across ET3KIDD. It sparked my interest because it was the first “normal” looking name I had seen. Most people had SexyKitty or HotMale for their usernames. Not original and usually indicating boring conversation and little imagination. ET3KIDD I could not figure out. You see I am an Army Brat, and I didn’t know it was a Navy thing. So I paged him: “Hi What is an ET3KIDD?”. After he explained that it was his rate/ rank in the US Navy, we began chatting.

We spent a lot of evenings chatting and emailing each other, and we finally met in “real life.” He stopped in on his way home for a family get-together. He was supposed to drop in for a moment and be on his way. We stayed up all night long talking about our lives, our dreams, hopes. He dropped by to take me to breakfast on his way back to South Carolina, and every weekend after that *grins*.

A little while later I went to visit him in Charleston, SC and after a week I was getting ready to come back home, and he asked me to stay. He first told me that he was falling in love with me one night with a full moon after a night of walking along the water at the Battery in Charleston, South Carolina. We were listening to the dolphins play in the harbor that night.

He asked me to marry him on September 13th, 1998. It was early in the morning; he had just gotten home from an overnight shift at Prototype. After the hugging and shock wore off, I said YES.

We married on my parents’ place in southwestern Virginia on a breezy October day surrounded by friends and loved ones. The wedding was wonderful. Quiet, comfortable, no church, no rules, just lots of fun! We wore jeans and comfy shirts. I thought that the wolves would have surrounded my dream wedding in the woods (which almost happened by the way), it turns out that any place would have done, as long as Michael was there.

Happy 20th Anniversary.

Love, Lehnanne

Clutch the Pearls

loup
14 September 2018

Does anyone else feel like Elon Musk should have been the lead in “Why Him?” or at the very least Franco’s older brother. “They hate us cause they ain’t us.” Now, I am not typically a Kool-Aid drinker – but if you’ve ever ridden in a Tesla or lucky you — DRIVEN a Tesla — you would know why the haters are running scared. Take a full-EV like a Fiat 500e and multiply that by 1000 and you have it. Take off like a rocket sled – get off the line quicker than any ICE on the market, seat up to seven grown ass people. Can we stop hating on Tesla because of the cost, instead of bashing Tesla for being expensive how about you take your complaint to Detroit? Let me help “Dear Shitty Car Makers; Tesla is dope as fuck; please get with the program so I can trade in my ICE for good. Is Elon bonkers? Yes, but as you know – all the best people are.

Computer Blue

loup
16 July 2018

I envy computers. You can delete a file completely. There is nothing left of the file so when you try to retrieve it – nothing – it does not exist. You won’t accidentally stumble upon the file, and thus ruining your day.

 

I wish I could cut memories out of my brain like a computer file. Just gone, nothing, zip, zilch, nada.

Stupid Holidays

loup
3 July 2018

The United States celebrates their independence from British rule like they just won that fight yesterday. It is a bit like some washed up high school quarterback thinking he is still the shit because of that winning touchdown 30 years ago.

‘murica

What if …

loup
12 April 2018

all of this time the story of the Devil and Hell got twisted around. What if Lucifer were not the evil one but the WARDEN of prison in which evil is contained? A favourite angel of the big G, so honest and good that he was chosen to protect the flock from all the nasty women, liberals and immigrants. Wouldn’t the good christians want to buy him a cup of coffee and a doughnut? Instead, they blame Mr Morningstar for our evil liberal ways.