Sorry I'm not on here much.

Lady Savina and I are still together, or at least as much as we can be. I live in the Chicago area instead of the Dallas area, now. I did live 4 miles down the road for her for 11 months, but then my position was relocated again.

Now we're only 3 hours away from each other. I visit on weekends when the planets are all aligned correctly. She's actually in England at the moment, visiting her parents. I pick her up at the airport here in Chicago on Tuesday afternoon, and we're spending Wednesday together on her farm in Iowa.

I miss you Xanga friends.

I'm mainly on Facebook now (along with most of the rest of the world) if anyone wants to friend me. Otherwise I'll try to pop in here more often.

True love is worth waiting for.  I don't care if it takes a thousand years.

Lady Savina and I are still together.  We're quantum entangled.  There is no separating us.  Time and distance are no match to what we have.

All this stuff below, ignore it. 

I almost shut down this site a few minutes ago, and I still might, but first I wanted to write an epilogue.

LadySavina and I have parted ways.  She has found herself trapped in her marriage with her estranged husband, and sees no way out.  The 2nd divorce attempt failed and she decided not to try again because her lawyer tells her she's in a no win situation.  Because of him technically being in the military, she either has to move back in with him, or wait 6 more years until he retires, before being able to successfully file for divorce.

She can't bring herself to move back in with him, and I can't put my life on hold for six more years.

So we called it quits.  Just a few minutes ago.  And I can't think of anyone to tell except for you, who's followed this whole romance from the beginning.

She and I were so perfect for each other.  We would have been so blissfully happy.  Somehow, in this day and age, it doesn't seem possible that a person can be forced to stay in a marriage like this.  It doesn't make sense to me.

I'm so upset that I'm sick.  I'll probably call in sick to work tomorrow.  Her and I knew this was coming but now that its actually happened, it's like someone has died.  Our 11 has been rended into two ones again, and both are now crippled.

Am I being over dramatic?  I can't tell.

I'm sorry this story had a sad ending.  I did everything I could to make it otherwise.  But that's all there is.

The end.

...for at least for a couple of months.

I have become such a nomad. My job moved me to the Chicago area. My love stated behind for now. She needs to get herself in a better situation so that we can be together as a married couple. At the moment that is not happening and our window of opportunity has passed.

So from here I look for a place where I can settle comfortably for the length of my contract (3 years) and when my love is in a position where we can tie the knot, it will be time to move again.

Love is always complicated, isn't it?

Made this for my kids about a dozen years ago.  Finally figured out how to transfer it to the computer.

Just a quick note to let everyone know I'm still alive. I just spent another wonderful week with LadySavina but we had to say goodbye for a while this morning. I won't see her again until Sunday.

It does not look like we'll be getting married anytime soon. And I'm having to move away without her because of my job.

This journey is taking far longer than I'd ever thought.

Lady Savina and I are still not married.

She's still not divorced.  Her ex, true to form, lied about all sorts of things and messed up the divorce so bad that it has to be filed all over again.  If that wasn't bad enough, my love recently spent nearly a week in the hospital with pneumonia, and he took the opportunity to come and snatch her little girl from the baby sitter under the pretense that he was "taking her to the hospital to visit her mommy."

The bastard proceeded to call my love, in the hospital, and tell her he was taking her daughter.

My love, in a panic, LEFT THE HOSPITAL, raced across town, and confronted him at a McDonalds.  But she was too weak to do anything, no one would help her, the police said they couldn't do anything, and he was telling everyone he was doing it to "Help her while she's sick."  So he left with the little girl, and my love has been distraught ever since.

Get this, he tells people, "I didn't do anything wrong -- I even took her out to dinner before we left."  Yeah, her checking herself out of the hospital before she was well, and racing over to McDonalds, is his way of "taking her out to dinner."

He's also been calling everyone we know and telling them I'm a drug fiend and have a police record.  I guess I could sue him for slander, and probably will at some point, but that won't help anything at the moment.

The real sucky part is I can't do anything about any of this without it making the situation worse.  It's up to the lawyers at this point.  He may, or may not, give my love her daughter back ... he's still maintaining he'd only done it so that she could "get some rest" and "get better."  He's also complaining about how expensive having a little girl around is.  I think he'll turn her back over to her mom in due time, having made the point that he could take her at any time ... because that puts him back in some sembalance of control.  And that's what he's all about.  Control.

LadySavina broke the news to me that the divorce suddenly took the turn for the GOOD, and it may actually be over and done with on February 11th.

So I said, "Do you want to marry me on Valentine's Day?"

She said no, because everybody likes to get married on Valentine's Day.  So I asked her if she wanted to wait a while and she said, no, she doesn't want to wait at all.

KEEPING FINGERS CROSSED.  If all goes well, we may be married next month!  AND I found out that in Iowa, where we're both currently living, they have a "Common Law" marriage law that states all we have to do is live together and say we're married, and we're legally married.  No time limit, nothing.  Move in together, tell everyone we know that we're married, and file taxes as a married couple ... we're married.

Not sure how she'll feel about that but I thought we might do that until we figure out how & where we want to do the traditional marriage.

This is the first time in months and months that I've let my hopes skyrocket.  This has been one long hard road getting here.  We've baby-stepped it all the way.

I think it’s funny that the official (by general consensus) New Years song in the United States of America is something that most Americans don’t understand, and can only sing three or four lines from, and then mutter the rest.

This is a Scottish folk tune that dates back as far as 1677 (probably earlier) that is sprinkled with old Gaelic, and as far as most people can tell, is about “Old Lang Signs.”

Whatever that means.  No one cares – no one is sober as they sing it.  Right?

Curious, I had to research this, and it turns out the song, in a nutshell, means, “Should we forget old friends?  No.  For as time goes by, we’ll all drink a cup of kindness yet.”  It goes on to sing about even though you may be far away from old friends, at least you’re all in a pub somewhere, drinking to each other at the same time.

In 1677 they didn’t have telephones.  Instead they used widespread synchronized drinking as a sort of telepathic way to reach out to each other.  You sat at a pub and drank to old friends and knew in your heart that at that very second they were doing the same, drinking to you.

So in the spirit of that, at midnight tonight I will be raising a bottle and drinking to all my family and friends.  I wish for you a happy new year!  Let’s defy the doom and gloom news media and make it a wonderful year for everyone.

For the curious, here’s the actual lyrics to the original authentic version of Auld Lang Syne:

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind ?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days o’ lang syne ?

CHORUS:
For auld lang syne, my jo,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

And surely ye’ll be your pint-stowp !
And surely I’ll be mine !
And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

CHORUS
We twa hae run about the braes,
And pu’d the gowans fine ;
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary foot,
Sin auld lang syne.

CHORUS
We twa hae paidl’d i’ the burn,
Frae morning sun till dine ;
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
Sin auld lang syne.

CHORUS
And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere !
And gie’s a hand o’ thine !
And we’ll tak a right gude-willy waught,
For auld lang syne.

CHORUS

I took this photo this morning while flying from Illinois to Georgia. It's times like these when I love being in an airplane.