Monday, February 24, 2014
Our 41 Anniversary (today)
The Bride and Groom
She is my love, I carry her picture
For forty-one years the Lord has been true
That day so long ago I made my vow
To have and to hold, to cherish and love
She was naïve, tender, and oh so sweet
She loved me too, she'd love, honor, obey
We've kept those vows--our love has grown still more
I'd do it again, I know she would too
Photos and poem Copyright © 2014 Jimmiehov. All Rights Reserved
- How will we celebrate? Yesterday after church we ate at Pappadeaux Seafood Kitchen Restaurant. That is sort of tradition with us (link to our 33rd).
- This song is true for us: "We got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout." Our fire hasn't gone out. (link to details of our wedding)
- The top picture I have carried with me for 41 years. It got wet in my wallet once when our house flooded and we had to climb out a high window and wade to higher ground.
- The top picture I have carried with me for 41 years. It got wet in my wallet once when our house flooded and we had to climb out a high window and wade to higher ground.
Labels: Anniversary, Family, Poem
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Speaking of romantic dinners ... (click here) Mrs. Jim and I had seafood at Hyden's tonight. It was good and a lot of it. We took a doggy bag home.
Rest of the story? Go here
Rest of the story? Go here
Labels: Anniversary, Food, Jim Bunch Eats, Jim Does, Jim's Life, Review
Ruby (Red) Tuesday -- Red roofed Jack-in-the-Box in San Antonio, 36 years ago
Thirty-six years ago, Mrs. Jim and I were married. We had a little trouble getting the wedding started but it was a good one once it got to going. (I was an hour late, not much fault of mine.)
We drove to San Antonio that evening in my T-Bird. It had gone over 120 MPH getting to the wedding but we drove sensibly on the way over.
We couldn't get our favorite hotel the wedding night so we had to settle for the Hilton. About midnight, I carried Mrs. Jim across the threshold.
We drove to San Antonio that evening in my T-Bird. It had gone over 120 MPH getting to the wedding but we drove sensibly on the way over.
We couldn't get our favorite hotel the wedding night so we had to settle for the Hilton. About midnight, I carried Mrs. Jim across the threshold.
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We had breakfast the next morning at this Jack-in-the-Box which was across the street from our hotel on the river. It did not have a drive-though. The hotel was on the famous San Antonio Riverwalk (link 1)(link 2)(The San Antonio River Walk Photo Gallery) .
We changed hotels the next morning, our favorite was the La Mansión in the middle part of the river.
Our drive home Monday was nice. I had to go to school that evening so we didn't ...
We had breakfast the next morning at this Jack-in-the-Box which was across the street from our hotel on the river. It did not have a drive-though. The hotel was on the famous San Antonio Riverwalk (link 1)(link 2)(The San Antonio River Walk Photo Gallery) .
We changed hotels the next morning, our favorite was the La Mansión in the middle part of the river.
Our drive home Monday was nice. I had to go to school that evening so we didn't ...
Click the Ruby Tuesday button if you want to see more Ruby Tuesday posts.
Labels: Anniversary, Jim's Life, Ruby Tuesday, Texas, Travel
The Wedding Party in case anyone wants to see or know.
The wedding party, from left to right:
Son, Mike;
Daughter, Susie;
Mrs. Jim's sister, Velma;
Flower girl, Mrs. Jim's niece, Tammy;
Mrs. Jim;
Jim;
Ring bearer, Mrs. Jim's nephew, Phil;
Best man, Mike;
Son, Tim;
Mrs. Jim's brother, Danny; and
Son Mitch
San Antonio Texas Anniversary
Labels: Anniversary, Jim Bunch, Jim's Life
Saturday, February 25, 2006
What we did on our 33rd wedding
anniversary 
[click on this/any picture(s) to enlarge]We had a very nice anniversary day. [those crawfish talk if you click on them]First we had coffee and our granola bar, and looked at the paper some. Earlier, I took the garbage out and got the paper.
Mrs. Jim did some planning for our upcoming vacation. I tuned my blog a little and visited some blog buds.
Mrs. Jim had a 9:48 tee time. She would golf with a couple of lady friends. While she was getting ready, I moved the car and got the golf cart ready.
We all drove to the proshop, Adi went with us. Mrs. Jim let Adi and me off. Then we started our walk home.
Adi even had time for a roll on the fairway. (Please note these photos were ones taken previously on a walk such as yesterday.)
The walk was about two miles. We did this leisurely, taking about 50 minutes. I wanted to check myself going up the hill that had exhausted me before my stent placement, a couple of days before. Yes, I was puffing at the top of the hill and it did take a few minutes to catch my breath. But it was so much better than before, when the puffing started half way up the hill.
Adi came home to take a nap, I drank some coffee and worked some on my Sunday school lesson which I will teach tomorrow. Lunch and a couple of long phone calls from well wishers about my surgery slowed the study process.
At 1:45 I got a call. My sister was coming in from Iowa, they were at Fairfield, Texas, on I-45. Yahoo told me they were 113 miles away and they should be here in less than two hours. I picked up some of my messes. All work on the Sunday school lesson stopped.
Mrs. Jim came home at the same time they arrived. Lois had brought her laptop to check out her new wireless adaptor. We finally got it to work but not it didn't start and lock on the way the one in Mrs. Jim's does. Lois will take it too Best Buy and let the Geeks there tell her what she is doing wrong.
Jim, Sister, Lois' hubby, wanted to wait some for rush hour traffic to die down before they went on to my niece's home in Friendswood. Friendswood is on the other side of Houston, halfway between Houston and Galveston We don't get to visit or see each other much with them In Iowa and us in Texas so their longer stay was very welcome.
One more nice thing about their coming was that they brought a rear window for our 1950 Ford. The first of February when I was up there Mrs. Jim and I brought down a couple of bumpers I had bought. They were kept in Lois' garage for the winter. The window was there too. Thanks guys, for the storage and the help in getting them down to here.
When they had gone Mrs. Jim and I got ready to go eat. On the way we stopped for a little shopping at the LifeWay bookstore. Then it was off to Pappadeaux Seafood Kitchen to eat. We got there a little after nine and had to wait for a few other numbers to be called. It was only a few minutes. The crowd was way ahead of us.
We each had a seafood plate. Seniors can eat off the lunch menu there. That was still more than we could eat. Mrs. Jim had the Sampler Platter, I had the Crawfish Combo. The Crawfish Combo was the Mardi Gras special at a reduced rate with larger portions than the usual lunch plate. Half of my plate was fried crawfish, the other side had crawfish etoufee. Dirty rice came with this. We each had a salad. For desert we split a bowl of bread pudding. Everything was excellent, all cooked Louisiana Cajun style. There was so much we each took home a doggie bag.
We had a nice day and came home in time for part of David Letterman. I did more on my Sunday school lesson also, as today would be a still busier day for the both of us.
(Papadeaux pictures courtessy of Papadeaux Seafood Kitchen website.)
Labels: Anniversary, Jim Bunch Eats, Seafood
Friday, February 24, 2006
Thirty-three years ago
Mrs. Jim and I got married.
We got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout.* ..Our fire hasn't gone out.
It was in Clear Lake City, Texas (that wasn't a real city then, now it is the southeast part of Houston), near the Johnson Manned Space Center. A Baptist preacher (unnamed here), wearing cowboy boots, in a church that wasn't our regular church, married us very well.
Our fire didn't go out, but that preacher sure did. He left town to get rich. The last we heard he was in a lot of trouble with the law.
My best man, Mike, has left town too and we haven't seen him for several years. I do know his ex-wife died. She was cremated, her friends all threw their empty beer cans in after her ashes at their lake.
Someone is telling here. Someone who knows the wedding story.
For the wedding, the groom (Jim) was over an hour late. He had given his little Ford Pinto to his dad and mom to go on to the church. Jim showered, shaved, and dressed in his tux.
He asked his son, Tim, to put his luggage (it had the get-away clothes and the honeymoon stuff) in the TBird. Tim came back in a minute, he couldn't get the car door open. "Of course you can," his dad said, "just unlock it with the key."
But the key didn't unlock the door. Then Jim figured out he had given his dad the wrong set of keys for the Pinto, the set that had both car keys on it.
They called the church. The best man, Mike, would come get Tim and Jim. A little bit later, the future Mrs. Jim called. Mike wasn't at the church yet, she would send Dad.
Dad never came. The wedding was supposed to have started. No Jim, no Dad. The bride was crying. The organ was playing. Mike came and now he would come to the rescue. Oh boy!
Just as Mike, Tim, and Jim were leaving for Clear Lake, Dad drove up. He had gotten lost. Since he had the TBird keys, Tim and Jim could get moving.
They literally flew. There must not have been any cops around because that TBird was over 120 miles an hour most of the thirteen miles. When they got there, the preacher called the people back in, the bride was drying her eyes, and the organist was about worn out.
It was Mr. and Mrs. Jim now. Mrs Jim had promised to obey, Jim promised to love. The wedding went off without a hitch, except for one, pun here, the couple got hitched. Poor Dad and Mike were there too, they were the last guests to arrive, each had been there earlier on.
So now you know. We haven't told this story before because Dad felt like all of this mess was his fault. He felt very badly about the whole thing. Now he is Iowa and is terribly unaware of things. It was my fault, not being careful in giving him the wrong set of keys.
Mrs. Jim and I honeymooned at the Hilton in San Antonio. We have honeymooned there several times since. Did I carry her across the threshold? Of course I did, but that story can't be told.
I do know one thing; rice works. The bird lovers say it doesn't hurt the birds either. But nobody can get rich selling just rice. Ask the farmers.
Mrs. Jim and I were talking yesterday. Neither of us had thirty-three years in mind when we married. That would have been out of range, we just planned for it lasting a long, long, time.
Mrs. Jim and I got married.
We got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout.* ..Our fire hasn't gone out.
It was in Clear Lake City, Texas (that wasn't a real city then, now it is the southeast part of Houston), near the Johnson Manned Space Center. A Baptist preacher (unnamed here), wearing cowboy boots, in a church that wasn't our regular church, married us very well.
Our fire didn't go out, but that preacher sure did. He left town to get rich. The last we heard he was in a lot of trouble with the law.
My best man, Mike, has left town too and we haven't seen him for several years. I do know his ex-wife died. She was cremated, her friends all threw their empty beer cans in after her ashes at their lake.
Someone is telling here. Someone who knows the wedding story.
For the wedding, the groom (Jim) was over an hour late. He had given his little Ford Pinto to his dad and mom to go on to the church. Jim showered, shaved, and dressed in his tux.
He asked his son, Tim, to put his luggage (it had the get-away clothes and the honeymoon stuff) in the TBird. Tim came back in a minute, he couldn't get the car door open. "Of course you can," his dad said, "just unlock it with the key."
But the key didn't unlock the door. Then Jim figured out he had given his dad the wrong set of keys for the Pinto, the set that had both car keys on it.
They called the church. The best man, Mike, would come get Tim and Jim. A little bit later, the future Mrs. Jim called. Mike wasn't at the church yet, she would send Dad.
Dad never came. The wedding was supposed to have started. No Jim, no Dad. The bride was crying. The organ was playing. Mike came and now he would come to the rescue. Oh boy!
Just as Mike, Tim, and Jim were leaving for Clear Lake, Dad drove up. He had gotten lost. Since he had the TBird keys, Tim and Jim could get moving.
They literally flew. There must not have been any cops around because that TBird was over 120 miles an hour most of the thirteen miles. When they got there, the preacher called the people back in, the bride was drying her eyes, and the organist was about worn out.
It was Mr. and Mrs. Jim now. Mrs Jim had promised to obey, Jim promised to love. The wedding went off without a hitch, except for one, pun here, the couple got hitched. Poor Dad and Mike were there too, they were the last guests to arrive, each had been there earlier on.
So now you know. We haven't told this story before because Dad felt like all of this mess was his fault. He felt very badly about the whole thing. Now he is Iowa and is terribly unaware of things. It was my fault, not being careful in giving him the wrong set of keys.
Mrs. Jim and I honeymooned at the Hilton in San Antonio. We have honeymooned there several times since. Did I carry her across the threshold? Of course I did, but that story can't be told.
I do know one thing; rice works. The bird lovers say it doesn't hurt the birds either. But nobody can get rich selling just rice. Ask the farmers.
Mrs. Jim and I were talking yesterday. Neither of us had thirty-three years in mind when we married. That would have been out of range, we just planned for it lasting a long, long, time.
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