Happy birthday to Cathy, my best friend and the best “man” at our wedding. Yes, this is cheesy, but it was either this or a stripper cake with my face on it. Aren’t you glad I went in this direction?
I love you and miss you, girl. I hope today is the start of the best damn year of your life, and that every year following just builds on this one!
Hello, May 1st!
Yep, that’s snow you see there. Accumulating snow.
For our climate to be categorized as “semi-arid”, we sure do see a lot of this stuff…
Yeah, I’m going to have to make it a habit of touring the Coors Brewery as often as possible. Free tour *and* free Blue Moon? Yes, please!
This one’s for Bo… Holla!!!
We spent a couple of hours exploring some of the paranormal ‘hot spots’ around the hotel complex this evening. Most of it came to nothing, but then we went to the concert hall. There we saw a door close on its own, multiple times.
It was a door that required about 20 pounds of force to close, because the base of the door hangs on the carpet underneath. There was no breeze, there was no angle that allowed the door to close naturally. The door stood open for a solid 10 minutes, then closed. Once opened, it closed again and again, about every 30 seconds. Mindy stood in front of the door and pushed against it as it closed, and she felt some force push hard on her back. I pushed on the door several times and never felt anything physically touch me, but there sure was something pushing on the other side of that door!
We also felt something in another part of that same room, but it was just a general unease, along with a coldness not felt anywhere else.
I can’t say there wasn’t a good reason why the door closed, or that the something we felt wasn’t just nerves, but none of it seemed… right. I’m looking forward to tonight in our room, and our ghost hunt tomorrow night, to try and give us a more definitive idea if there are supernatural events here. Tonight’s events were pretty convincing.
It’s truly hard to believe we will have been married a year this Saturday. It seems like a month or two, not twelve. Yet twelve months it has been, and they were the happiest months of my life. I can’t wait for next 50 years or so…
That first year together is spent learning the little things about each other. Very quickly we discovered a shared love for “things that go bump in the night”. We have both had supernatural experiences in our lives, so wanting to explore the unknown together was a natural.
With that in mind, we decided early to spend our 1st anniversary at the Stanley Hotel in Colorado. For those who don’t know, the Stanley is where Stephen King came up with the idea for “The Shining”, based, it is said, on experiences he had while staying there. The hotel has managed to play into this notoriety by offering special “haunted” packages. For not much more than a regular room, you can stay in one of the rooms that has had a high level of paranormal activity reported over the years. How could we possibly pass up a chance to do that?
The hotel also offers tours, and we signed up for a couple of them. The tour Friday night will introduce us to the haunted areas of the hotel, and Saturday night will be a 5 hour ghost hunt, where we will be actively searching for paranormal events.
You have no idea how excited we are about this!
I have always wanted to do something like this. Mindy, also, always wanted to do this. Each of our exes, though, were not only never interested, but completely ridiculed the idea. I’m sure there are people who will read this and believe our exes were the intelligent ones, but we happen to believe there is more out there than what can easily be perceived. This won’t be our last effort at “ghost busting”, and we will make sure to share any experiences we have here.
Maybe one day some of you would like to join us?
They said they were doing yoga. I think they are just taking advantage of nappy time.
Yes, those houses full of strangers are what haunt my dreams at night… O_o
Tucanos for birthday dinner? Yes please!!
All women are beautiful.
I can say that without reservation, whether others may believe the statement or not. I have been alive longer than most of you (damn, I’m in my 7th decade!!), and I have been blessed through those decades with some very close friendships. The vast majority of those friendships have been with women. Most of the people I have worked with in my life have been women. Hell, I even helped raise up three of them! So I think I know what I’m talking about on the subject.
All women are beautiful.
There isn’t one thing that defines their beauty. Rather, it is (cliché as it sounds) the whole package. And I’m not talking about some kind of inner beauty here, where it is defined by personality or skill or comport. No, I’m talking about what we all first see in a woman… the outer appearance that gives us that initial impression of who they are.
All women are beautiful.
Yet it seems to be a rarity that a woman sees herself this way. Again, having been around women all of my life, I have been privy to many of their beliefs about themselves, and where I see beauty, they will focus on what they perceive as flaws. Of course, we are all that way to a certain extent, and It doesn’t matter if others see those attributes as flaws or not. If she believes it is a flaw, it becomes a barrier to her seeing herself as others may see her… as beautiful.
I wish all women could see themselves as I see them.
There is something I do for Mindy every week that, while I do it willingly and without reservation, I don’t do it gladly.
As she has mentioned here before, she has Rheumatoid Arthritis (RA). RA is an auto-immune disease where the body ends up attacking the healthy tissue in the joints. It causes pain, stiffness, and swelling, and can lead to loss of function in those joints. My mother had RA, and I saw the joints of her hands twist to the point where they were almost completely unusable, and other joints caused her such severe agony that she was confined to a wheelchair. It is a nasty disease.
My mother’s RA was treated with experimental drugs, given through an IV drip. While these drugs helped to a certain extent, her RA was too advanced to stop the destruction of her joints. These days, there are several drugs on the market that are helping RA patients, and they work by blocking, or at least controlling, the way the immune system handles inflammation. Mindy is on one of these drugs.
Sadly, these drugs are administered by self-injection. No nice pills, no nose spray, no swallowed liquid… nope, jab a needle into your body and push the plunger! And from what Mindy has said (and what I have heard from so many others using the same drug), the drug itself is extremely painful while being injected. I have heard it is so bad that some people would rather deal with the disease than the injection. That’s where I come in.
I am no stranger to self-injection. When I was dealing with my twice-weekly migraines many years ago, the only real treatment for it was Imitrex, and it was only available by injection at the time. So for a couple of years, I would jam a needle in my leg every time I felt my migraine coming on. It wasn’t pleasant, but it wasn’t bad either.
So I became Mindy’s injector.
Every Sunday, just before bed, I grab the syringe with the medicine from the refrigerator, and an alcohol wipe, pick an area of her body where we haven’t injected recently, disinfect that area, then shove the needle into her skin as rapidly as possible. Then I start the task of depressing the plunger and injecting the medicine. Of course, Mindy is calmly and sedately allowing me to do this… like hell! This stuff hurts like a bastard going in, so she is doing her very best to hold still and not curse *too* much as I am injecting. She’s really pretty good at it. I, on the other hand, am a nervous wreck, as I am causing the woman I love an extreme amount of pain. And I can’t just inject quickly… this stuff has to go in slow and steady. So by the time I have finished (up to a minute after the initial injection), we are both shaky and having a reaction… her from the medicine and me from the injecting.
But it has to be done, and it is just another way that I can show her how much I love her, which I know sounds strange, but it’s true. I love her so much that I will endure the effect it has on me to make sure she gets her injection. She knows how much I hate to do it, but she also knows it is to make sure she stays healthy, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I think we managed to wear them out today, which means I’m counting her birthday present a success. It was sure better than the teenage politics she would have been dealing with if we had thrown her a party!
It’s embarrassing to be “shit-my-pants” terrified of the skyride, yet there it was. It didn’t help that I almost knocked myself out getting off the ride…
It’s going to be a long day. :-/
0 - 32 = low (most people with Asperger Syndrome or high-functioning autism score about 20)
33 - 52 = average (most women score about 47 and most men score about 42)
53 - 63 is above average
64 - 80 is very high
80 is maximum
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I got a 21. Is that good?
49. I’m very slightly above average.
I got a 72………uhhhhhhh what does that mean????
I think it means I’m a good friend and a total emotional sap.
I got 69. That means I’m empathetic AND SEXY AS HELL!!!!!!
First… yes, you *are* sexy as hell! And I got a 59 on it, which is somehow not a surprise for me…