In honor of my 55 years of existence, I have decided to gift myself 55 virtual Golden Retriever puppies…
These virtual puppies are guaranteed to brighten even the darkest of days, filling the air with oodles of puppy breath that will surely be the worlds best antidepressant on the market!!!
I had a pre Birthday walk yesterday and it was divine! While on my walk, I heard a fantastic song and wanted to share the warm fuzzies I’m feeling these days… give a listen to Lead on Good Shepard by Patrick Mayberry.
I wouldn’t dream of ending with just one song… are you kidding, it’s almost Christmas!!!
You can’t have holiday music without Ray Stevens, so for my birthday I give to me… It’s a Redneck Christmas
You all know how much I love to sing, but I chose the next best thing for this last Birthday/Holiday song… Jim Carey singing White Christmas … just think of me as you watch him.
I made us a virtual cake for my Birthday… grab a slice before you go…
Right now I am thoroughly enjoying my new eyeballs… so I’m doing a good bit of blinking, which is pretty nice. If you’re wondering, it’s because they took out the astigmatism in my right eye during the first surgery, so blinking doesn’t hurt anymore.
Daily writing prompt
What are your favorite physical activities or exercises?
Today also marks the first day I shall be walking on my trails again… I am sooooooo excited!
However, I shall first be drinking a cup of coffee while I answer this prompt. Reading and writing are some of my other favorites. My new eyes have made these activities even more wonderful than I remembered. I have placed a hold on my first choice of good reads with my new peepers. I decided on Redwall by Brian Jacques. I started reading this book for my children years ago and ended up falling in love with the characters. I basically binge read everything written by the author. Whenever a new book came out in the series… I had it! I know it’s for younger readers but I don’t care… talent is talent and this author owned it with pretty much whatever he wrote. I aspire…
I also have plans to pick a camera back up, as well as a paintbrush and also my faithful crotchet hooks… why not, I say?!
Whatever my favorite activities are or will be, it is fitting that my eyes now work fully… to be a light in the darkness, one needs good vision!
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!
Journey With Me! 