The story of how they met.

My grandpa can tell stories from his life in great detail. Every time I see him he tells a different story, something happening today will always remind him of a previous event. A few years back he quickly told the story of how he met my grandmother, a simple tale of a navy sailor getting ready to set sail when he sees a pretty lady. I was down visiting with them yesterday when he told me more about how they met.

When my grandpa turned 18 years old he joined the US Navy and was stationed in Florida, where it happened my grandmother was living. One night he and a few pals had been drinking and came upon three girls. My grandpa being a smooth talker brought out the line that he was a young sailor getting ready to leave and would be so lonely on the sea by himself and asked my grandmother for her address so that he could write her. She gave it to him and they wrote to one other. My grandpa was inebriated and didn't remember the night to well, but did remember the girl he met, sort of. He had the address but couldn't remember her name correctly, so he put down what he remember it as being. In one of the closets at their home is a group of letters, some of the letters he wrote to her and in that group is that first letter, the one with the wrong name.

They continued to write and when he came back to shore he went to visit my her at the house she was living in with a group of other ladies and their house mother. Another detail my grandpa forgot about that night was what the girl he had met and began talking with looked like. Well as he waited in the main room of that house girls kept coming down, peeking around the corner and giggling and walking off. Eventually my grandma came down and poked her head around the corner "Bill?" she said, "Wilma?" he said.

Well I'm guessing the meeting went well, that's where the tale ended but they got married, had kids and still live together so if I had to guess I would say it ended well.

I haven't met my special someone, but one day it will happen and I hope it will be a sweet story to tell our grandkids someday.

A picture of my grandparents very first kiss. How many can say the have a picture of such. So sweet.

Till next time...

Reading the last page in a book is a habit some readers have. My mom is one of these people.
 I have taken reading the last page a step further, but with tv and movies. When watching something I will look up the general synopsis before I even begin the show. For example, right now I am catching up on the Game of Thrones series. So far I am on season 3 and before every episode I will look up the plot of said episode before I begin. Why I do this I do not know but it is not limited to just television, I also do it with most movies. When Divergent came out my first thought wasn't to go to the theater and watch it, instead I looked up the book synopsis and then a few weeks later went and watched it. I don't know if this habit makes my viewing experienced better or not, I just now its part of the routine now.
When most people watch something with someone who has already seen it they don't want them to say what happens, in most opinions it would spoil the ending. I don't see it this way. When watching something with a friend who has watch it previously, if I ask a question I want them to answer. If they don't I will try and look up the answer, so its just easier for them to answer my questions.
I know of no one who does such a thing as I. Even if there isn't I don't mind being a loner. I love my unique qualities, my quirks. Being the same as everyone just isn't something I want to be.
Till next time...

Hello,
  My name is Serena, I'm 21 living in Missouri with not much happening in my life. So why start a blog? It will give me something to look forward to, even if no one ever reads anything I write, at least I'll  have something to do, a way to get my thoughts out.  What will I write about? I have no idea, whatever comes will come.
Till next time...