A fact or two ABOUT ________
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Whit4you | Friday, October 31, 2003 - 10:39 pm     Well since "A fact or two about you..." is one of the funnest threads to read on TVCH - I thought I'd try another idea similiar (sure hope this doesn't hurt the activity of the AFo2AY thread since it's the one joy in my days of late...) Anyhow here's the idea - Someone will mention a fact in that thread and it makes me wonder what all the rest would answer to that fact. Like someone mentions the fact they played the flute as a kid... or that their first pet was a dog.. you know? This makes me wonder what everyone else played, or what their first pet was (and what they named it and why...) So my plan is this - I'll start with the first "Fact" (a poll of sorts) and all that care to answer that can... when it slows down (most who want too seem to have answered it...) the first to respond to MY Q - asks for everyone to list their fact next (what they'd like to know about the rest of us.... (If that person doesn't suggest the next facts Q (ie isn't around....) than the next person to have answered first ask and so on. The Q's will be numbered so anyone jumping in later can go back and answer the previous Qs. Well let's just see how it goes (I'll write and ask for the basic idea to be posted at the top after any kinks in the idea are worked out) PLEASE - # your Member Fact Q - "MFQ" for short hehe. MFQ #1 - A fact or two about -> your first love? (What was it like? Over it? Ever forget him/her? Would you ever get back together with him/her? For a night or ? How did you meet? And so on....) -------------------------------------------------- |
Kaili | Friday, October 31, 2003 - 11:00 pm     MFQ1: It was..young and dumb LOL. I'me over it but will never forget it and I hope only the best or him. In fact, I wonder what the boy wonder is up to!!! Heehee. Would I get back with him...no. He was in a sad state when we- we never broke up; we grew apart. He just got messed up really- drugs/drinking. When we met- his father had been in jail and committed suicide in jail. I met him soon afterwards through a friend. I always wanted to be a helper so when my friend introduced us it was part trying to hook us up and part to get me to talk to him. He was very depressed most of the time I waswith him. I would go to his house and find him lying on his bed listening to "Tears in Heaven" over and over. Sad. Anyway things were good for awhile but he was just so depressed and started slowly drinking more and more- the drugs I mentioned before- it was just smoking pot but it was soooo often that it really did mess with his normal functioning. Eventually I realized that, when we went out, I was just a sidekick while he and our other friend got themselves all messed up. There was no official breakup- we just saw less and less of each other and went out own ways. We were together two years- when it ended I was about 17 and he was 20. Maybe it wasn't "love" in a mutual, caring way- I dont know. He cried with me, he expressed and proclaimed his love and I did love him. Anyway. That's my story. Now Whit!!! Where's yours!!!?? |
Kaili | Friday, October 31, 2003 - 11:04 pm     LOL- I just looked at the start of my answer in new messages and I saw MFQ #1. Got a giggle cause I was not thinking of "MF" as "member fact". Any ideas what I was thinking? And somebody tell Webkitty to take the wine from me!! I'm having one of those silly nights! |
Whit4you | Friday, October 31, 2003 - 11:17 pm     That's why I said hehe when I decided to call it "MF" Q.... just a play on words... Kaili.. you were the first to answer so over the next few days - think up a new FACT to ask about (email me WhitInWa@netscape.net if you are stuck I have 501 to ask whenever anyone else gets stuck lol) Great first answer - I'm so looking forward to this if it pans out!! And yes I definately plan to ANSWER my own MFQ - stay tuned lol. |
Whit4you | Friday, October 31, 2003 - 11:37 pm     MFQ #1 - (my answer) My first "love" - "R.R." (guessing I shouldn't name names eh? so there's his initials.. anyone who knows me knows who R.R. is though lol) We 'went together' (do they still call it that??? LOL) in 9th grade. His older brother was THE most popular guy in the highschool D.R. (who married my cousin) R.R. and I "went together' all through the year but he never ever ever kissed me, and for some gawd knows reason - I couldn't ASK HIM TOO??? WTH? But I tried... I remember dropping my scarf under the bleahers (a plan) .... but even then and even me being a tad agressive... he didn't kiss me ug. Well - anyhow we broke up for the stupidest of reasons.... fast forward to the last day of school... a day I'll never forget lol. I'll sikp a few thousand details and start with him and I (Who hadn't spoken in months...) ending up in the cafeteria at the same time. (I could still tell you exactly where he was sitting..what he was wearing..the look on his face....25 yrs later lol) This guy who'd been "hitting" on me ... B.B ... (no lie lol) for months was there... he said "She's my gal....." R.R. said (who knows why??? seemed to be just in fun at first) "No, she's my gal" and grabbed me for some silly casual kiss..... a few hours later (the other guy was long gone...) we came up for air. The next few hours were magical, still melt just remembering those hours wow..... (we didn't um you know... but um... we definately shared some intimate kisses (um keep in mind earlier was my first real KISS ever lol) BUT - I lived in a very very strict - very strict house... so when I left that day that was it. IT. I spent every waking moment of every day that summer thinking of him. (and for many years after lol) But it was 'not meant to be' - I guess. He'd moved on since I walked out that day and never ever contacted him. He was 'going together' with someone when school resumed in the fall. So I moved on got prego/married but never stopped thinking (or taking) about him for years to come. I met him again when I was 21 and boy the spark (and my love) was still there... we shared some magical (platonic - I was married at that meeting) moments... moments that meant a ton to me and helped me to overcome my little obsession. I fantasized about him through my 20s... I could of "had" him (for a night or whatever) but nothing could ever ever live up to years of fantasies soooo. LOL. To answer my own Q's - I'm over him now (well I was till this post!!!)... don't think I'm still "in love" with him now - but not over him never will be... have no goal or desire to ever end up 'in a relatinoship with him" ... but for my 2nd and 3rd love.. THAT's a diff story and both I'd be happy to end up with again (and that is reciprical) Hope I didn't put anyone to sleep... Whit |
Spygirl | Saturday, November 01, 2003 - 12:47 am     MFQ #1 - first love was a long relationship - 4 years, started in junior high and lasted till I was a sophomore in high school. He was two years older and drove an unbelievable 1972 Corvette (that he and his dad restored) that I fought with my parents over constantly about being able to ride in. I broke up with him. He married a couple of years later and now has 2...maybe 3? kids. I have seen him several times over the last 12 years, but wouldn't get back together with him if it were an option. He's very different that what I want. |
Sweetbabygirl | Saturday, November 01, 2003 - 04:21 am     MFQ #1 - Yikes....my first love I met through a personal ad. I was 24 and naive with a capital "N"; never having a boyfriend made me a magnet for every loser that walked the face of this earth, and Jonathan was no exception. Whatever he said, I believed....he claimed to be a CIA agent who lived in a flat in Allentown, PA. He would tell these "in the line of duty" stories and I drank in every word. Eventually, he lost interest and I went crazy; I would take weekend bus rides from Philadelphia to Allentown, waiting outside his house, hoping to see him. A neighbor informed me that he had moved. To say that I was devastated was an understatement; I stayed to my bed, ate God knows how many Snickers/pizza, and developed an awful body rash. I even considered suicide at one point....thankfully, I thought about it, realizing that while I was dead, that SOB would still be slithering on earth, so thoughts of suicide (and him) slowly, painfully went away. Although I am sometimes curious as to what he is doing now, I am too happy in my current relationship and life, so no, I would NEVER get back together with him!! |
Bobbie_552001 | Saturday, November 01, 2003 - 05:05 am     MFQ#1 Boy does this bring back memories....my very first love had to be in high school. I was a true "dog" I mean I was one ugly gal and have pictures to prove it. So the first guy that ever gave me the time of day....I fell in love with. I worked as a car hop at a local drive in during the summer of my final year of high school. He would come in to visit me in little black GTO or whatever it was but never asked me out. Until the 4th of July when we finally had the "hook up" We dated a few times but he was always so disrespectful of me...and when I said no to sex he then dumped my butt. I was devastated. Shortly after that I met my ex husband and was married for 23 years...quess who started coming around again after he found out I was divorced....and quess what he wanted....you got it sex....some things never change...lol Did he ever get it?? Nope...and he never will!!! What a fun thread....thanks for starting it Whit. |
Bonnyswan | Saturday, November 01, 2003 - 05:20 am     My first love was when I was 17. I had "dated" a lot of other guys, but this was the first LOVE! It was crazy intense. He was a guitar player, brilliant, funny and beautiful. After a year he actually asked me to marry him...half jokingly of course, since he proposed with a dollar bill folded into a ring that he had bought in Boston a few years earlier. Soon after, between the pressure from his parents and his friends he was sure we needed to break up because we were too young. I ended up moving to Arizona and he went to school in Vermont. We had contact every once in awhile over the first few years...then I got pregnant with my son by the man I was dating...(my current boyfriend) and contact pretty much ended. It took me a good 5 years to get over him. I finally stopped thinking about him everyday and dreaming about him. Chapter 2 I guess you could say. I went home to Maine 3 weeks ago and out of the blue decided to call him and invite him to go out with a bunch of our old mutual friends....I knew the minute I had him on the phone I was in trouble since my voice morphed into sounding roughly like a squirrel on cocaine. He shows up at the bar and is as beautiful as ever. After 7 years we still have this AMAZING connection and are drawn to each other. We spent the night together and are not sure what to do next. We have talked since and he still wants me but doesnt want to break up a family. But I cant go back to the relationship Im in knowing he's out there. So Ive left my boyfriend and am moving home in 8 days (yes, im counting down the days.) Who knows what will happen and if we will finally end up together but all I know is that Ive been with Current Boyfriend for 6 years and wouldnt ever say yes to marrying him (and believe me hes asked. A LOT) But if First Love asked tommorow, with all the major issues we'd have to overcome, Id say yes in a heartbeat. So, Im waiting to see if there is a Chapter 3. I think I answered all the questions... |
Marysafan | Saturday, November 01, 2003 - 06:16 am     I dated a quite a bit in High school. I had a boyfriend the entire four years except for a three month period when I got dumped by a guy I really had a crush on (but I didn't "love" him). I swore off guys until I got over that hurt. It seems just as soon one relationship would end, someone else was waiting their turn. I find this quite odd, as I wasn't what you would call pretty or popular, but I was "nice" and very comfortable for guys to talk to. I was the typical girl next door. I had lots of friends that were guys so I was just kinda used to being with a guy. I was the first girlfriend for several guys. Have you ever seen the movie "You've Got Mail' with Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan? Well, that was me and my first love. He was just the most annoying and irritating guy and he could really get my goat. The thing was he KNEW it and delighted in it. The worst thing was he was my best friend's boyfriend so it wasn't like I could avoid him. We double dated for over a year...and everytime he would find a way to get under my skin. Then, he joined the Navy and went away to boot camp. At the same time, my best friend went away to college where there were 19 guys to every girl. It only took a matter of weeks before she realized that she didn't want to have a long distance relationship. When he came home on leave from boot camp, he went to see her, and they decided to part ways. A few days later, he called me and asked if he could come over to talk to me. We went "out for a coke"...which turned into pizza and a late movie and long drive and a long, long talk that lasted until 4:00 am...and then...he leaned over and he kissed me. When I watch the movie and Tom Hanks kisses Meg Ryan for the first time...I can still feel that kiss...when you realize that the biggest pain in your butt...is also the love of your life. The next day, I dumped my boyfriend. Six weeks later we were engaged, and five months after that I flew out to San Diego to marry him. Our parents were not pleased and the WHOLE town was SHOCKED! (He was 20 and I was 18). That was 34 years ago (we joke that we stayed together all these years to spite our parents). He just left the house a few minutes ago...gave me another one of those incredible kisses, told me he would be back about noon to watch the hockey games with me....and I can't wait until he gets here! Has it been all rosy...no. Have there been times I have wondered what if...you bet. Would I do it all over again...in heart beat!! I don't have much, but I have him...and for me...it's enough. |
Reader234 | Saturday, November 01, 2003 - 06:32 am     MFQ#1 I've had plenty of crushes, fell in and out of love easily I believe, but one love held on. I didnt think it could be real, he was younger than me, and he never dated anyone else. The pressure from his family to break us up was intense. Sometimes they would give up and invite me along on family vacations. (he was the oldest and only son, he has 3 sisters - to my 0 ) Sometimes they would try and set him up with dates, but he'd be kind and refuse, or leave. We went to different colleges on either side of the state, and still held on. I continued to date every now and again, but it was never the same, he never did. My senior year in college it was hard, he was turning into someone I didnt like, mostly because of alcohol and drugs that are so prevelant on the campuses. I started dating a PK (preacher's kid), thought it might be fun to be a preacher's wife (he was debating into going in to the Luthern Church!), I had another crush from high school come looking for me, as I was his first love, so I kinda went out with him... Before I knew it I had 3 marriage proposals, but only one love... so I went home and sat down and had a heart to heart. That woke him up. That was about 22 years ago, we're still together, still facing challenges, still talking over things, and moving forward, together. ...and his family doesnt believe we will "last" and we have a horrible non talking relationship. I've let it go, they are so verbal abusive, and very passive agressive, I finally realized I dont have to play games, so I just dont. Its simplified my life... |
Sweetbabygirl | Saturday, November 01, 2003 - 06:43 am     Mary....that's beautiful!! (sniffles) |
Colordeagua | Saturday, November 01, 2003 - 08:18 am     More (sniffles), Mary. |
Bigd | Saturday, November 01, 2003 - 09:35 am     MFQ#1 My "first love" was Billy. We met when I was 16 and he was 17. We met in youth group at church. He was the ultimate "bad boy". I was completely engulfed in him. I was so naive and he was so worldly. He taught me how to french kiss (man he could kiss good - it left a lasting memory). He gave me my first swig of Annie Green Springs wine too. We went together for about 13 months when I began getting threatening messages and phone calls from his previous girlfriend. Then I started to hear from him less and less until finally I found out that his previous girlfriend was pregnant and their families were making them get married. I was broken. I thought I would never kiss anyone again. A year later I was engaged to my first husband. During my marriage to my first husband, we lived across the street from my current husband and we didn't even know it till just recently (we didn't know each other then). In reality, my current husband is my first and final love. |
Mak1 | Sunday, November 02, 2003 - 07:06 am     What a great question to kick off this thread, Whit! MFQ#1: My first love and I got together when we were both sophomores in high school, stayed together 4 years and became engaged before breaking up. We were each other's best friend. At the time we thought we had a perfect relationship. Looking back, I know it wouldn't have been so "perfect" if I had had the self-confidence and assertiveness that I do now and had spoken up when I didn't like things that he said or did. Of course, I can look back with the knowledge I've gained in my adult years and can recognize the dysfunction, alcoholism and emotional neglect in which he was living. It's sad to think of, but explains so much in helping me to understand why things didn't work out for us. We married other people and had baby daughters born in the same month. Thankfully, his wife and I were not in the hospital at the same time, as my hurt still hadn't healed enough to see them together in that situation. They moved out of town. The year of our 10-year class reunion, he called me one night. He just called to apologize for the way we broke up. He knew he handled it badly and had hurt me, and he hoped I was happy now. You know, that was what I had wanted/needed to hear all those years. Once I heard him say it, all the hurt was gone. I told him honestly that we were very young, and neither of us handled it well, and I appreciated the apology. We talked for a while longer, like old friends, and it was really comfortable and nice. Sadly, he died a year later in a car accident. His sister told me that he had told her the biggest mistake he ever made was to leave me for the woman he married. That made me sad, because I really wanted to know that he had been happy in his life. I'll be forever grateful he got up his nerve and made that call to me. It was the closure I needed. I'm very happy in my marriage and would never have considered going back to my first love. |
Sweetbabygirl | Monday, November 03, 2003 - 04:31 am     Okay, now I'm gonna need more tissue!! (sobs) |
Meridian | Monday, November 03, 2003 - 08:10 am     MFQ #1 I fell in love with Derron in the 3rd grade. He used to sit by the fence alone at recess; he didn't play with anyone else and everyone else did not want to play with him. The other kids used to mock him because he couldn't run and teased unmercifully about his blue lips. Our teacher tried to explain to me that there was "something wrong with his heart." In some way, I became his protector. I used to shout back at them to leave him alone and once I was disciplined by the principal for punching another kid. Derron and I spent days together, just talking about "life" (from the perspective of nine year olds LOL). We drew pictures together, read together, laughed together.... I can't say we actually were "boyfriend/girlfriend" because we never "dated" but I can say that we did exchange "love" bracelets (made from woven grass). No matter what, I will always consider him a first love. When I learned that he passed away that next summer, I was devastated. It felt like my whole world had crumbled. Even now, over two decades later, I think he was the only person to have ever really listened to my ideas and appreciate me as a person. |
Babyruth | Monday, November 03, 2003 - 09:01 am     Hmmm... my first love was a sweet, cute, sexy 15 year old boy named Craig. We were in 10th grade art class together. I admired his art. He liked mine. He wrote me a heart shaped note and passed to to me in the hall between classes. Wanted to know if he could walk me to class and hold hands. We ended up doing lots of things together after school and on weekends--movies, dances (lots of dances...rock and disco), sporting events, bowling, shopping, working on his car, walks in the park, "parking". Cut some classes together, partied with friends. Talked often about serious world events, at other times got very silly/snuggly together...Listened to each other and empathized about our families. Hung out together and with our mutual friends, being there and caring during the best and worst of times. Over two years, we dated, made love, became best pals. We probably should have figured things out when he wanted to give me a fashion makeover, and I wanted to borrow his hockeyskates. It took us each a few years, though. By then, I had moved out of state and he was in love with his friend Bill. We stayed in touch for several years by mail and phone, but we've since lost track of each other. But I still have his heart shaped note, and I know we'll always have special places in each other's hearts. |
Bandit | Monday, November 03, 2003 - 09:02 am     My first love was Frankie. We met through my next door neighbor, and he was the one with whom I had my first kiss. He went to a different high school than I did, and he was on the baseball team and would come to my school to play and I thought he was sooo cute in his uniform. We lived kinda far away from each other, so we would have to meet at the mall or something like that to see each other. Or when my next-door neighbors had a party, he would always come to those. We dated off and on throughout high school, but then we lost touch. I got a call from him many many years later, and he invited me to a party that he was having. I was armed when I went-took another guy with me. When I saw him again, I realized how much we had changed. He was a completely different person than the boy I knew. He had gotten into drugs/alcohol real bad, and hanf out with a wild crowd that didn't do anything for me. I never spoke to him again after that, but that's okay-I still have the memories of us when we were 14 and curious teenagers. |
Lucy | Monday, November 03, 2003 - 10:17 am     MFQ#1- My first love was S.G. I was 16 and he was 17, and he wasn't like the rest of the guys I knew. He had a cool style about him and I never felt totally secure in our relationship. We were together for about a year, but remained good friends after we broke up. My senior year I was dating someone else and just before my senior prom I broke up with him so that I could ask S.G. to take me to the dance. My prom night with S.G. is one of my most memorable times from high school. We even went to the beach after the dance and stayed out all night (with our parents permission). We remained friends in college, and I went to his father's funeral about 10 years after that, but I haven't seen him since. No regrets, my DH is the best husband and father, and I always feel secure in our relationship. |
Mak1 | Tuesday, November 11, 2003 - 10:53 am     This thread got off to a good start, Whit. Do you have another MFQ to keep it going? |
Sweetbabygirl | Tuesday, November 11, 2003 - 11:24 am     Ooh, how about a fact or two about....your best friend? Next year will be ten years that I have been friends with David. When I met him I was slowly, painfully trying to survive a relationship that had ended. David and I worked at the same place, and I always thought he was cute....however, I initially didn't like him 'cause I thought that he was a snob. Ironic, because everyone that gets to know me always says the same thing about me. We Scorpions are like that, I guess. Anyway, my boss had me and David work together on some correspondence. Through that time, we got to know each other, bonding over our silly humor and pop culture. In time, a crush on him blossomed. There was just one little catch....on the wall in his office was a gay rights poster!! Initially, my goofy behind thought that he was just a crusader for gay rights. However, he was always stylish and had better hair than me. One day, I couldn't take the wondering anymore so I flat out asked him if he was gay. After a chuckle, he admitted that he was. He took me to my first gay club, I met tons of friends and soon was hanging out with him most of the time. We made a good-looking, albeit strange couple....the tall, slim redhead and the short, heavy black chick. We've gone on vacations and have always experienced funny and crazy shit together. I'll always be grateful to him for his friendship, because through his love he showed me how a lady is supposed to be treated. Those qualities were what I looked for in future relationships, and I found them in my Frankie. It isn't always roses....we've had some serious fights, one time almost ending our friendship. But I can honestly say that as long as I live, I will always have his back, and he mine. |
Bandit | Tuesday, November 11, 2003 - 11:35 am     MFQ #2 My best friend, Heidi, and I have been best friends since I was 6 and she was 5. She lived around the corner and were together every day. She moved away when I was in high school, but we still remained very close, and saw each other quite a bit. We've been through lots together. Unfortunately, she got real heavy into drugs after high school, and eventually I had to tell her that as long as she was going to continue with this lifestyle, that I can't talk to her or be around her. That hurt a bunch, but I didn't want to watch my best friend die. I told her I would be here for her if she wanted to change. We didn't talk for a couple of months after that, and I thought I had totally lost my best friend. But late one night I got a call from her; she was crying and saying that she didn't want to do this anymore, and could I help her through it. We got through it together and she has been clean ever since. She met and married a loving man and they have gone on to have 2 beautiful children, and she is really happy. I was very fortunate that her life turned out the way it has-it could have been much different. |
Jeep | Tuesday, November 11, 2003 - 11:38 am     SBG, that's a great story! I have many friends and cherish each one, but none that I would call "best" friend. My real first best friend moved away when I was in grade school. I've been burned in the past (several times) and have just never let myself get close to anyone since. Right now, I'm so involved with taking care of my mom, I don't get to see my friends much, if at all. Actually, I like hanging out here when I get the chance. No obligations and everyone is glad to hear from you when you do have time to participate. And everyone is nice, at least they have been to me. |
Marysafan | Tuesday, November 11, 2003 - 12:32 pm     WOW SBG, that is a great story and you are both lucky to have each other. My story is also about an "odd" couple. I may have told this story before, I am not sure. If I have I apologize for boring you all to death with it! It was 1973, the Viet Nam war was still predominant in our lives. My husband's ship was scheduled to depart soon for an extended tour, however he was not going with the ship as we were being transferred from Norfolk to San Diego. We had become very close to this group of shipmates. Our place was like a home away from the ship for many of the single guys. Hubby was always inviting someone over for a homecooked meal, some sports on tv, and a place to relax that was away from the bars and massage parlors where they were likely to get into trouble. We had a very close group of friends and we often did things in groups. We went to baseball games and hockey games, or sometimes we would get together at someone's place to play cards, or games like Jeopardy, and Charades. One Saturday, a whole group of guys were coming over to watch a ball game and in walked the "new guy". He was 6 ft 3 inches tall. I remember him as long, lanky, and a very nice looking young man...all of 20 years old. I learned that he was the only child of elderly parents and his mother had taught him that if he wanted to be invited back, then he should be a good guest. When it came time to clear the table, he offered to help me instead of joining the others in the living room. He obviously wanted to be invited back. It didn't take long before he had me laughing telling me stories of his elderly parents who he was obviously very close to. I didn't know it at the time, but he had always been the fat kid who got chose last in gym class and he always had had a pronounced stutter. He had lost most of the weight in boot camp and worked really hard to lose the stutter. We already had one really bad stutterer in the group, so I never really noticed his. Years later I learned that I was the first girl that he ever really talked to or felt comfortable with. For whatever reason, there was an instant connection, which quickly grew to a deep friendship. Three months later we were ready to be transferred and he organized a huge going away picnic for us. So many people turned out it was an incredible day. Then we left Norfolk for a new ship with new shipmates, and the old ship departed for sea duty...and we all lost touch. One day in January of 2001, with nothing better to do I started searching for some of our old Navy buddies. First I found the guy who was our best man at our wedding. Then a couple of other old friends. It was a lot of fun talking to the "old gang". Then one day I found a website for the ship and there in the ship's log was a note from my dear friend. He signed it "Take Care, Ed". And I knew instantly that he was still the same dear, sweet person he was in 1973. And there was his email address. with trembling fingers, I typed, "Do You remember us?" The next day, there was a very happy and excited reply. The emails flew back and forth for a couple of weeks, then one day he told me that he would call at 3:00pm on Friday. At 2:55pm the phone rang, and on the other end was that same friendly New Jersey accent that I recognized at once. We laughed, we cried, and we talked and talked. It was like one day we were having a conversation in 1973 and then 28 years later, we picked up where we had left off without missing a beat. For the next couple of months there were more emails and phone calls. I got to talk to his wife on the phone. He decided that he would come to Milwaukee to join us at the NASCAR races in the spring. Then that fall, I went to New Jersey to go to the races with him in Dover. Our families exchanged Christmas gifts and holiday phone calls. Our children were introduced. Last year we again saw each other for the races and kept in touch with weekly phone calls. This year, we were unable to go to the spring races, but still planned on my coming for the Dover race this fall. Then the hurricane ruined our plans. I decided that I would have to forfeit my plane ticket, but he had other plans. He and his wife decided that I should come to visit anyway. They decided that they would take me to New York City! I never ever in my life ever thought I would go to New York City. The very thought of it was absolutely terrifying. ALL those people! All that Traffic! Even though, I had put seeing the Statue of Liberty on my "must see before I die" list....I never, ever thought I would. To surprise me, they planned a "three hour tour" boat ride all around the island of Manhattan just so I could get a good look at Lady Liberty. Then they took me on a walking tour. We went to Times Square, Rockefellar Center, & Radio City Music Hall. They took me into the lobby of Waldorf Astoria so I could see where they held the NASCAR banquet and then into St. Patrick's Cathedral so that when I read the book by Nelson DeMille, I could do so knowing I had been there. Then we capped it off by having a famous NYC taxi ride! It was one of the best days of my life. The weather was so beautiful, but the time with my friend and his wonderful wife was even more special. It isn't always easy maintaining a long distance friendship, but we manage knowing that we will always be there for each other and knowing that we never want to lose touch again. We are grateful to understanding spouses. I am like the sister he never had...(he says the OLDER sister he never had). We have a bond, a connection that can't be explained...and I hope it lasts for all the rest of our days. I have become a hermit in my middle age, but I treasure my far away friends. |
Sweetbabygirl | Tuesday, November 11, 2003 - 12:47 pm     Mary, that's beautiful....aw man, all of the stories are very touching!! Chuckling at the "see before I die" reference, as my dream is to visit California, Hollywood to be exact....me and David plan to do that next year, for my 40th b-day. If we turn Cali out the way we did New Orleans, then it will be ON, lol!! |
Bandit | Thursday, December 04, 2003 - 07:56 am     Been a while since we visited this thread so how about for #3 "A Fact or two about a funny thing that your pet has done." Probably one of the funniest thing one of my cats ever did was when she was only a few months old, and my DH and I were having steak for dinner. Well, we were in the middle of dinner, when DH had to leave the table for something, and my little kitten jumped up on the table, and snagged the steak right off his plate and went running. The steak was not much bigger than she was at the time, so the steak was dragging between her legs as she ran. She ran under our bed and just sat there with this huge steak in her mouth. It was a riot. That's when we realized we had given her the perfect name--Bandit.  |
Midlifer | Thursday, December 04, 2003 - 08:06 am     Fact #3 I have a Quaker Parrot who sasses me all of the time. One time, my daughter had him on her chest, and he was "picking" at the material on her blouse. She shouted at him, "Bobby!" (his name) , and his response, in the same scolding tone was "Stop it!" (no joke) |
Sweetbabygirl | Thursday, December 04, 2003 - 08:07 am     ROTF! That's a good one, Band! The only one I could see doing that in my house is Harpo, otherwise known as "Mr. Never Full". D.P. (the slender one, except for his gut) is the most nosiest cat ever! One time, I called out for him....couldn't find his butt anywhere, but I kept hearing a meow. I'm panicking now, and really looking; I must have walked by him a cabillion times, 'cause I just happened to look in a little nook in my laundry room, and there he was. I laughed for a bit before taking his butt out. He also likes to sleep in my bathtub, that nut. Harpo is just funny, 'cause he's fat but he sure can move! It is a riot seeing him jump on my bed, because he always makes this cautious noise when he jumps, like he's going to fall on the floor, which he has a few times. Watching him chase D.P. is hysterical, because D.P. runs to places that he knows Harpo can't fit....but Harpo waits until he comes out of the spot, then gallops behind him once again, lol! |
Jeep | Thursday, December 04, 2003 - 08:22 am     Fact #3 - I have a similar story to Bandit's Hubby and I were eating dinner when the neighbor's alarm went off. We were the first call, so we left quickly to check it out. When we returned the roasted chicken was missing from the table. Plate was there. No chicken. We had left our Rottweiler and little mutt in the house, so they must have had a nice meal. We never found a crumb, no leftovers, no bones, no mess anywhere! It was like it never existed. The little mutt did the same to hubby at lunch one day. He had a pan full of just boiled hot dogs on the table. Someone came to the door and he wasn't paying attention. When he came back all the hotdogs were gone. I couldn't believe she could eat all those hotdogs at once. You'd think we were starving them! Geesh, I sure miss my doggies! |
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