Donna Mills 2005
Saturday, January 26th, 2008
I supposed I spoiled any suspense or anticipation on whether or not I ever met Donna Mills in my last celebs from 2005 posting about Thora Birch. More than one person asked me if that was her standing behind us in the photo. So here’s the answer: yes it was. But honestly I never noticed her in that shot before and have no idea why she was behind the velvet rope with the stars of the production of Casablanca. Nor did I really even know who she was until someone pointed her out…nor did I know exactly what she had done! Read the rest of this entry »
I hadn’t kept a journal for a couple of years, when the urge once again struck me to at least begin recording my day-to-day routine in some regard - no matter how small. And it certainly was small. My Kroger co-worker Marilyn McKinley always gave a calendar to the fellow employees for Christmas and I decided to utilize it to enter a microscopic synopsis of each day’s events in 1996 and most of 1997. Mostly, it showed what movies I bought, watched, or recorded – and the same goes for CDs. It also chronicled everything else – from what nights Ashleigh spent the night at our apartment, to the shifts I worked, to what I got in the mail, to which restaurants we ate at. In short, its not very exciting reading. 
The day after our little birthday party for Ashleigh and Briana at home, My Mom, Carolyn, Ashleigh, and I embarked on a half-week trip to Gatlinburg – more specifically staying in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee. We left on Sunday morning March 20, 2005 and headed south, arriving approximately six hours later and checking into the Holiday Inn and went out for one of our dinners. I was equipped with a smattering of TV on DVD and was equipped with Mom’s portable DVD player to hook into the hotel’s television. 
On the exact same day that my future wife Lisa was turning 15 years old, on Saturday May 18, 1991, Christi and I were busy primping ourselves and stuffing ourselves into our Senior Prom duds – my black tuxedo and her blue dress and silver shoes, preparing for the final prom for both of us. We were drawing to the end of Christi’s Senior year at Beavercreek High School. I was close to finishing my first year of college at Wright State University. 