I went to Las Vegas Nevada twice this spring. The first trip was a couple of days spent at the home office (Escalade truck Limo Service to and from) where I was professionally filmed on an infomercial to be released sometime in the future. One night I got to go for the first helicopter ride since being life-flighted in a coma 17 years ago. I watched Superbowl #40 from the Sahara Hotel and Casino "Go Steelers". I got as much gambling in as I could. I lost enough so that's a good thing. The second trip was one full day spent at Ceasers Palace at the Business RoundTable conferrence and then on into Canada to visit with my "Friend"
So 5 flights, Vegas twice, and a bus ride into Canada is a pretty positive spring.
Hi ShyGirl, It has been awhile since I have been here and I find it sad that one of the first threads I read is concerning you and your loss.
Always remember and don't ever forget that believing in yourself, thinking positive thoughts, and keeping that beautiful smile you have going on will take you where you need to go.
Yes nine years. We have been together for one full year (She was here twice / I was there 7 times) out of the last nine years. It has been two years and three months now since we last touched.
I do know a thing or twelve about long distance relationships and how extremely hard they can be when there are children at both ends.
I have said enoughs enough many times which is what brought me to CS in the first place. It is hard to understand (Even I can't understand it) but the love we share is amazing at times, and frustrating as hell most other times.
I was married to her but it seemed that she wanted the truck driver guy that lived next door more than me. The day I came home from work and found them together I said Dave, lets you and I go for a little ride.
Are you doing my wife I asked...
Yes he said...
I pulled back in the driveway, Dave got out, I left and never looked back.
Moral of the story?
She wasn't happy with me so I let her go. Who was I to force her to stay with me. Now they have three children, are divorced, and Dave pays child support. So it's all good.
Let me put this on the other foot. I have been in a long distance relationship with a woman for nine years. She is now and has always been a very private person. God forbid I would ever ask a serious question. Thats just not allowed. so yes I have been standing in the dark for a very long time waiting for "Her" to feed me a tidbit of reassurance ever now and again to keep me waiting.
I have wondered why for nine years. So it is not only men that do this.
I'm proud of my parents for having me. If it weren't for them I would not have my daughter to be proud of.
I'm also proud of my daughters mother for giving birth to our daughter. I was there and could only hold her hand and be there for her through the pain.
I'm not so proud of myself for the years that followed my daughters birth but my baby girl loves her daddy and that I am most proud of.
Two scorpions on my right forearm. First one done at "Am-Jam" (American Motorcycles Jamboree) Hells Angels Biker weekend in New York. Second done in Canada.
Eagle flying over the American flag left shoulder also done in Canada.
Being a Traumatic Brain Injury Survivor twice over (1984-1989) I can quite honestly say that this happens to me on a daily basis. Finding humor in it Doug is what gets me through the day. Facing life with a smile and living by these words...
Deal I will, and Survive I must
PS. If you look close at the larger view of this pic in my profile, you'll see the scar where the handlebar of the motocycle went into my temple causing the two week coma in 1989
While I don't believe that talking to the dead is possible I do believe that connecting psycologically to a living person is real.
The things never told, the pictures never seen are in the mind especially keen at the moment the person is suppose to be talking with the dead person in those pictures.
Do anything exciting this spring?
Awww thats frustrating putting the time into planting your flowers and then have them gone.Vegas was amazing.