This is set to be a fantastic week! My Birthday is tomorrow and while I normally do not like to celebrate how old I am… this year shall be different!
F.Y.I. I warned you all about getting me your Christmas list on time, so I took the liberty of moving ahead with my gift ideas for everyone. Now you will just have to wait til Christmas Morning to see what I gotcha!
You know how you know to go to the medicine cabinet for what ails you… what to take when you have a headache or an upset stomach?
Same thing goes for when we are hungry, thirsty or tired…
What about our mental/emotional wellbeing? I think sometimes we forget to go to the Love Station when our tanks are running low… being human means we have a tendency to ignore safety checks when assessing our own personal needs in the emotional department. We were built for giving and receiving love… but in our humanness we tend to forget or ignore this part of our nature.
We know how to react to hunger or pain on a physical level, but sometimes we get our lines crossed in the mental/emotional section of our human nature. If food stops hunger, medicine stops pain, then an empty love tank makes us want to fill it. If we want love then we try to give it, hoping to get it in return. Have you ever tried to give a gift or do something special for someone, thinking they would be so happy and they seem to be just OK with the gift? It can be very confusing and sometimes painful for both the giver and the receiver.
Giving and receiving love can be a tricky business. Are we trying to give love to another the way we want to be loved or the way they want to be loved… see what I mean? I read a book years ago regarding different Love Languages and it left an indelible mark upon my heart. There is definitely an art… and a language to this love stuff!
Myself personally… I have a Love Language of Physical Touch primarily, but my secondary would be Quality Time. This does NOT mean, however, that anyone around me has the same language. It can be very easy to attempt to love another in the way that you yourself feel love… because it makes sense to you, since you are familiar with that language. It’s hard enough to figure this out for yourself, let alone anyone else… don’t get me started on being a parent, as this was the reason I read the book in the first place. I had three daughters… all of which had differing love languages.
Anyway… the reason my mind went there this morning was because of my Chica… my sweet sweet friend, who has been with me through hell and high water, as they say, and she has impacted my life deeply over the years. Her efforts to do and say things that she knows will touch my heart, makes her not just my Chica but an amazing human being. She is like this with everyone… just being who she is… Real!
She will call me out if I wear something ridiculous that I think is cool… tells me to hold up if I plan on some new idea that I think is great, but didn’t think through first. We all need that one soul that can shout out “STOP! … I will not be seen in public if you wear that”! That’s my Chica!
She also does things like texting or calling to make me laugh with her over something she saw or heard, dragging me out of my hobbit hole… AND she does NOT put up with my whining or bellyaching over things… feeling sorry for ones self is NOT allowed!
We met while attending College years ago, and I will never forget our conversation in the hallway before entering the classroom. I actually gave her a disclaimer that we both laugh about to this day. I told her that I was terrible friend material… I would not call, text or write… I was mean, and unlovable. She saw something in me that I did not! She stayed…
I have been truly blessed by her tenacious love and commitment to me… I may genetically be an orphan… but I have 2 woman in my life that are my true sisters in every sense of the word! That would be Christine and Danielle. They have been there to pick me up off my face, dust off the debris and help God mend my wounds. They have loved me when I felt ugly, and unlovable … they have reached out when I did not have the strength to reach back and held me up during times when I felt I could not go on… Thank you my sweet sisters, the both of you… Thank you for all the times you heard God call you to arms on my behalf!
Yes I am feeling all soft and squishy with oodles of Joy and Gratitude! All because my Chica came and stole me away yesterday, for home made soup, christmas music, and play time with Heidi, her Weimaraner. She gave me the softest blue fluffy jacket, along with a number of small items she knew I might need in my RV. Guess what else she gave me???????? A new plant! It is a Snake plant I think. Now Sis, my other plant that she gifted me, will have a roomie.
In truth, we could have been sitting at a train station sitting next to a smelly guy that stares, and I would still feel the same about time spent with Danielle or Christine… priceless!
If ever I needed a prescription for any ailment, these 2 are just what the Doctor ordered…
And… Chica knows that if ever there were a doped up druggie wanting to dance up on her in a bathroom, I would be there to save her… AGAIN!
If the worse thing I have to tackle is to sit still… I got it made!
I got up this morning fully prepared to dismantle all of the rest of my Auto Pilots and Eye to Eye posts that had been in place. I want to be back on board so bad that my fingers are itching. It is taking all of my resolve to let them play out and finish resting.
I guess it is somewhat like a kid with a brand new toy that he’d been anxiously awaiting. I have two brand new eyes and I WANT TO USE EM!!!
Sorry… that’s the coffee talking!
Today my Chica is stealing me away from my hobbit hole… time with either of my sweet friends is always welcomed. Maybe homemade soup and bread bowls are just what the doctor ordered to keep my fingers off the keyboard for another day.
Sure, for a baby it’s ok to cry when they’re hungry or poopy, but when I do it, everyone at WalMart walks the other way… what’s up with that?
Anybody associated with me knows a few things of certainty about this girl… I got a mouth on me, and I cry… alot! Not sorry though!
I am definitely a very affectionate and tender hearted Wolverine/Loud Mouth Frog! Here is the problem with this… it gets uncomfortable to be around someone who is always leaking from their eyes.
If I could do less of something it would be all the blubbering… not the crying, just all the outward leaking. I love who I am, love my emotion and my passion! I think that maybe I just need like a Cry Baby Bodyguard.
It would be awful nice to have another nearby at all times, with tissue in hand, and a resting ***** face that might sober my boo hooing at any given moment.
Besides, the question only asked what I COULD do less of… not what I WILL do less of… I think it would actually take away from who I am.
I don’t wish to be devoid of emotions God placed within this vessel upon my creation… I need to learn to use them for His purposes! This teary side of me is one of the most beautiful gifts I could have been given.
I can feel… I can heal… I can care… I can share… I can forgive… I can love… and I can Live!
What are the odds that I could have cataract surgery WITHOUT the lasik assist, and still come out sporting 20/20 vision in both eyes? Whatever the odds were… God beat em!
When they did my post op yesterday, I scored perfect vision in under 24 hours from surgery! While I am still sore, quite sensitive to lights, and continuing to adjust to using both eyes at the same time… I am sitting here writing to you without any glasses at all!
Quite honestly, there isn’t a single cartoon of late that I would take the time to watch.
Were I to think of any cartoon worth mentioning, it would have to come from the past… that’s where all the good shows are! I have to admit that I would even prefer to return to the 60’s commercials… at least I wasn’t offended by most of them!
I even miss the comics on the back of cereal boxes or jokes inside the box of Cracker Jacks! Remember the little tattoos inside the Bazooka Bubble Gum?
Maybe it isn’t the cartoon at all that I fondly remember as my fav, but rather, sitting in my pajamas on a Saturday morning with a bowl of cereal… half watching the cartoon and half reading the puzzle on the back of my cereal box.
I loved Bugs Bunny, obviously, but my favorites might have been Johnny Quest, The Wonder Twins and Scooby Doo. I did really enjoy watching Granny try to wrangle Sylvester, Tweetie, and Hector the Bulldog. Let’s face it… there are too many awesome cartoon characters for me to remember.
Too bad the prompt question didn’t ask what my favorite cartoon time was… I could have saved us all a lot of time and just said CHILDHOOD!
We can all use this picture to visualize me coming back online. I need it just as much as you… my eye hurts!
I had planned for this picture to represent a new beginning, and it does… just a bit slower than I want. Now that the surgeries are done, I want to be out on the trail again but have to be more patient with my own recovery. I’m super sensitive to light and this eye is more painful than the other one was, for some reason. I want to be up and at em, but it’s not even been 24 hours since my procedure, so maybe I should cut myself some slack.
This process has been such an amazing experience, blended with cabin fever, boredom and frustration at having to sideline my study time and writing… not to mention having to hold off on my trail walks.
I am grateful to announce that I was NOT sporting any unsightly facial hairs or growths, that I’m aware of… thank you Lord for these small favors! My hair, on the other hand, is hideous! My sweet friend is taking me to get it cut and colored for my birthday, and I am seriously considering cutting most of it off and changing my color completely. It is only hair… and it will grow back, so why not?!
New Year… New Look!
Maybe I should do a short cut like this one…
Here are some color ideas…
Whatever I choose to do will be in the F U N Department!!!
If you had an opportunity to do your hair any way you wish that is different from your usual, what would it be?
Journey With Me! 