Visitor for a Weekend

As you may have noticed, I've been blogging every single day since I started. That is, until yesterday. And it's incredibly late (or early) right now. The reason for my lack of a blog is Trista.

It's no secret that we don't get to spend much time together. We've been dating for close to six years now and have never really lived closer than an hour's drive. Now, we live about 3 1/2 hours away, and with my schedule, I never make it to Morgantown (who wants to visit that town anyway). But we get by. We meet in the middle -- a little town called Zelienople -- every so often, and she does come to visit whenever I have a slow weekend. Erie is a great place to bring a visitor. There's lots to do, especially in the summer when Presque Isle and Lake Erie is a tourism hot spot. But usually, when Trista comes, we just like to spend time sitting around.

I know, it sounds really boring...just sitting. But when you watch TV by yourself, eat by yourself, sometimes talk to yourself, it's a wonderful thing to have someone by your side. We don't really need activities to have fun. I'll spare you all the mushy stuff, but it's a great time when I can just see her face to face.

It always amazes me that I've had someone as beautiful, loving, patient and kind as girlfriend for this long. As you all know, anyone that can put up with me for that long has to be a saint. And she is. If I can borrow a line from Bill on the show "Still Standing," she's "one hot saint." I'm just flat out lucky. How many people do you know would give up their weekend to drive three hours and spend all that money in gas and grub? Not many. And there's only one that would do it to spend a weekend with me. Trista.

We are having a tough time figuring out what's going to happen and where we'll be in the next couple of years. But one thing is for sure. We'll be together.