You never really learn to swear until you learn to drive

I'm very much working on my 'potty mouth' as my Mama would call it.  And, I'm doing pretty good until days like this.  When you get up out of the bed cursing your body, you know it's gonna be a 'challenging' day.

I'll never forget when Chase was about 2 1/2 years old and really mimicking every word that came out of my mouth.  My favorite in traffic at the time?  Idjit.  Yeah, it's not a real word, but Chase heard it A LOT and thought it was just hilarious.  I mean really, say Idjit about 5 times, you'll be cackling, too.

I know they are just 'words'- but you gotta keep them under control.  And, I don't curse like a sailor, but dammit man is a favorite...Dadgummit is also a good one- safe and good.

I'm getting pretty aggravated right now.  The heat just kicks my tail.  Even though I keep it at meat hanging level in the house- I jumped in the shower this morning & the warm, not hot, water touched my skin and made it hurt.  UGH

I walk outside and the humidity about knocked me down.  Realize that this was at 6:00 AM.

Yeah, heat is not my friend.  I live in Memphis.  Heat + Humidity for another three months or so.

I CAN do this.  Miserably, but I can.

Moody Blues

This will be short, but not sweet.

This is my PSA to the ladies out there.

Even though you have a portion of your girly parts removed by surgery- the baby carriage.  You will still, at times, suffer from PMS.

You know- the ovaries?  The ones that keep your hormones in check, SUPPOSEDLY?!  Yeah, those little suckers are in full swing this week.

How do I know I'm not just simply 'in a mood'?  Well, because those are normally over pretty quick.

This is draggin' on.  So, while I'm glad I don't have to take artificial hormones, can I tell ya how grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr I am?

Yeah.

I have not, and never will again, have a Happy Period.  Who in the WORLD at Always thought THAT little campaign slogan up?! And, I'm certainly not having a Happy PMS.

I'm really NOT Negative Nancy

It seems like every time I come here to write I'm complaining about something.  But, you know what? I can get it out, not in a screaming frenzy, so that I'm not carted off to the nervous hospital.

I did have a really great weekend.  Mexican Food, Elvis Impersonator, and last but not least, time with my husband and family.  I actually stayed up and out until 12:30 AM!  That folks, is a miracle.  Of course, the 2 hour nap I took before going out that evening, probably saved me.

AND, I lost another pound last week.  Eleven total so far!  40 more to go.

I did pay for it the next day- just fatigue and exhausted feeling.  Of course, the fatigue is the constant monkey on my back.  And, stress, let's not forget the stress.

Here comes the moaning and groaning.

I get up, get ready for work this morning.  Actually took the time and energy to put on a little makeup, and do something with my (it's in a pain in the butt length trying to grow out) hair.

Get in the car, start heading to work.  Traffic is not my friend.  So, there starts the stress and anxiety.  The closer I GET to work, I can feel those nerves twitching.  And, the heaviness in my stomach.  It's the same routine every work day.

Stop stressing, Lisa!  Yes, I hear it from everyone- but, I can't.  I don't know how.  I have tried every thing.  I'm so afraid that I'm going to say the wrong thing, type the wrong thing, jack something up it just paralyzes me.

My boss has been extremely patient with me (well, as patient as he CAN be), but it still doesn't take that fear away.  I've been in this business for 27 years, yet I forget- I'm confused looking at some policies- stuff that used to be second nature, it's gone.

I AM blessed- I just don't know how to be less stressed.

~Heavy Sigh~

I'm not even going to go into how long this took me to type or the number of times I've read over it, corrected many errors- but, I'm sure there are more that I missed.  So FREAKIN' aggravating.

Really & Truly a Manic Monday

Had an appointment with my Neurologist this morning since my 'cognitive' issues aren't improving.  I'm going to see how long this takes for me to write this out, correctly, should be interesting.

So we discuss, again, my typing problems - wrong words, horrible misspelling, me the queen of spelling and grammar- my inability to come up with the right words or just using the wrong word altogether and have people looking at me with pity and 'bless her heart' in their eyes.  UGH.  On top of the memory issues.  I went to review a proposal for a client last week, and it was like it was written in greek- as in- I was just confused - very confused, and very terrified.

Then, the vertigo, motion sickness. I am probably the only person you'll ever know who can get motion sickness driving myself!  Yeah, seriously.

So, he's sending me to a neuropsychologist to see if the issues are lesion related or stress related.  I'm banking on stress.

And, AWESOME- today, I get to work and we are working with a major skeleton crew.  Two out with a stomach virus, three out as planned PTO, and one out with a major accident.  Prayer for them is greatly appreciated.  So, my stress is up quite a bit- because I'm taking phone calls and I'm terrified I'm going to say something wrong.  I don't want to complain- the three out with illness or injury rank top of the prayer list before me!

So, with interruptions and corrections, this has taken about thirty minutes.

MS Bites the Big One

I love the saying "I have MS, but MS doesn't have ME".  And, someday's I have that feeling.  The past several months, I have to admit MS does have me!  By the short hairs!

I can't stand to complain, but sometimes I just have to get it out.  I'm trying to be that strong, self sufficient, hard headed woman that I've been since I was about 8.

But, can I tell ya?  MS is beating this woman down.

I now know that I've had this disease for many years- going back to symptoms that I had over the years- not knowing what it was other than "I'm just getting to be a 'woman of a certain age'.  I actually had the "MS Hug" back in 2003 for several weeks.  Went to the Dr.- he couldn't explain it, and told me just wait for it to go away, and if it didn't to come back.  Awesome, dude- I probably could have been on some kinda of shot back then and not be as bad as I am today.

But, shoulda, coulda, would, right?  And, those shots?  Those daily shots that I've taken for a year?  Yeah, they didn't work out so well for me, either.  But, I will keep on keeping on.

I just don't know how much longer I can stress myself out over work.  Making sure every little thing is right, trying to remember everything I need to, it's so flippin' hard.  It's work just trying to get through work.

And, I do know- I am extremely fortunate and blessed that I'm getting up and walking every day.  That I still have my vision (although corrected)- I still have it.  I'm not in a wheel chair- not even having to use my cane.  I AM blessed, but I am also a realist.  And, I will admit when I can't do something.  I have to- it's eating me alive.

The guilt- ahh, the guilt.

That will be a topic for another day.

An Attitude Adjustment

I used to call my boys out when they needed an Attitude Adjustment.  Still do, sometimes.  They will ALWAYS be my kids, no matter how old they get.

Well, today, I'm calling MYSELF out because I DO need an Attitude Adjustment of major proportion.

I'm sick of hearing me bitch.  I know everyone else is.

Yes, I have pain daily, yes I can't speak or type properly after about noon, yes I am extremely fatigued and tired 98% of the time, but YES I AM getting up out of the bed every day, YES I DO have a job, YES I DO have a roof over my head, and a fridge full of healthy food.  Adjust it, Lisa- NOW!

See how easy that is?

Now I've prayed about it, written about it, now to practice it!  Lord, give me the strength, a grateful heart, and the humility I need to realize how blessed I truly am.

Like My Mama Always Said....

If you don't have something nice to say, say nothing at all.  Can I just tell you how many times in my life I've practiced this?  No, I can't- because I can't count the times.

I'm workin' on it, though.  And, I'm doing pretty good.

You see, the older I get, the smaller my 'Edit' button gets.  I now see why 'older' women just tell it like it is.

I've spent many years of my life keeping my mouth shut, and sucking it up.  But, that hasn't worked out so well for me in the past.  It just stayed buried long enough to brew resentment.

I'm trying to find that balance, the perfect balance, where keeping my mouth shut, keeping it in, and letting it go so it doesn't brew into something ugly.

I'm praying that God gives me the wisdom to know WHEN to say something, and to say it in love, and when to keep my trap SHUT.

The funny part is- when I am just OVER IT, and tired- whatever I DO say, probably won't come out with the right words- and I'll just sound like an idiot and not the Byotch I really am.

I'm feeling very 'off' today.  Physically, mentally- I should be used to it- but it still tends to freak me out a bit.  But, I'll just keep on rollin', because the beat does have to go on.........

If I had to do it all again......

I would do things differently.  Make different decisions.  A lot of folks say, oh, no, I wouldn't change a thing- I don't have regrets- it makes me who I am today.  While I do believe this is true to an extent, I have to call BullSh*t on it.

I will say it.  I do have regrets.  I have screwed up.  Yes, it has made me who I am today.  But someday's I really don't LIKE who I am today.

Just sayin'.

Can't Find the Words

Yes, I do have trouble these days finding the right word when I'm talking, when I'm typing- but this is different.  I have way too many thoughts breeding like rabbits in my head, and I just can't find the words to speak or type. Maybe if I sit here and stare at this screen long enough they will come.  They need to before I completely lose my grip.

I feel as if I'm waiting on the other proverbial shoe to drop.  It's just a feeling.  But, it's a strong one.

And, I just wish it would happen already so I can move on.

On the work front, can I just say how much support I have here?  I do, and I thank God for that.  My boss can be a pain in the butt, but he has been very supportive lately.

I don't think I've mentioned it here- but my last MRI showed seven new lesions.  So, yeah, I guess some of that scarring is affecting my 'abilities'.  As long as I take my time, I do okay.  What's really bizarre is that numbers are not a problem.  That's a GOOD thing, but I need my words, too.

Stress is eating me alive.  I've been a stressball since I was a kid.  I know that I shouldn't- that it's wrong- that it seems as if I'm not putting all of my trust in God.  I am really trying.  I am praying for it daily, several times a day.  What's just so ironic is that stress is major bad mojo with MS.  I have GOT TO ...LET GO..and LET GOD!

I haven't even really touched the surface of all that is in my head, maybe I should just stop and pray now.

Update on the Heavy Heart

My oldest son just called me with some GREAT news.  My youngest had called him for some brotherly support yesterday for what he had to do.  My oldest told him under no circumstance was he going to take her to a shelter.  His girlfriend's father is very interested in giving her a good home!  And, if that doesn't work out- my oldest is going to keep her.

I would try to fix my face from all the swelling and redness from crying, but now it's tears of joy!

Heavy Hearted

Yesterday I had to call my son and tell him to come get one of his dogs.  That we couldn't keep her any longer.  It was a 'lesson' for him.  A responsibility 'lesson'.  I say it that way because it really wasn't my desire to do this. I know that he needed that 'lesson'.  But, to do it this way?

He couldn't keep her where he's living.  His only option was to take her to a shelter.  We have no 'no kill' shelter's in this area.  My heart is breaking.  I know, she's just a dog.  But I fell head over heels for her.

I can't stop crying.  I can't stop picturing her sweet face in my head.  Her soft kisses.  Her gentle, loving, pleasing personality.

Dear Lord, please tell me that all dogs DO go to Heaven.

It's A Decorating EMERGENCY

- how the HECK do I do what I wanna do on this blog 'design'?  I'm a decor FREAK in my home- that I can handle- but I'm SO confused here.

The One About the Dream

This is a recurring dream for me.  I am back in high school.  I can't find my locker or can't remember the combination.  Nor can I remember what class is next, or find the schedule, or figure out an excuse for being late to class (I'm a horrible liar).  So, I found this information.  I think it's spot on.

School

To dream that you are in school, signifies feelings of inadequacy and childhood insecurities that have never been resolved. It may relate to anxieties about your performance and abilities. If you are still in school and dream about school, then the dream may just be a reflection of your daily life and has no special significance. 

Alternatively, a dream that takes place in school may be a metaphor for the lessons that you are learning from your waking life. You may be going through a "spiritual learning" experience. 

To dream that you are looking for a school, suggests that you need to expand your knowledge and learning. To dream that you are at a new school, means that you are feeling out of place in some situation. Or perhaps there is a new lesson that you need to learn.

To dream that your childhood school is in ruins, suggests that you are dwelling on some unresolved childhood issue. Alternatively, the dream represents the passage of time. You need to look toward the future instead of reliving the past.

Locker

To see or use a locker in your dream, signifies aspects of yourself which you have kept hidden inside. Consider what items and belongings are in the locker. In particular, to dream of a school locker, denotes hidden feelings, knowledge, and attitudes that you need to learn and/or acknowledge.

To dream that you cannot open a locker or that your forgot the combination, suggests that you are unsure of where you stand in a particular situation. You feel you have lost some aspect of yourself. In other words, you are on shaky ground. If you cannot find your locker, then it symbolizes your insecurities about your role or position in a situation.

Lost

To dream that you are lost, suggests that you have lost your direction in life or that you have lost sight of your goals. You may be feeling worried and insecure about the path you are taking in life. If you try to call for help, then it means that you are trying to reach out for support. You are looking for someone to lean on. Alternatively, being lost means that you are still adjusting to a new situation in which the rules and conditions are ever changing.

45 Life Lessons

This warranted a double post today. #4 smacked me right between my eyes. This is something we should all read at least once a week!!!!! Please, make sure you read to the end!!!!!! Written by Regina Brett, 90 years old, of the Plain Dealer, Cleveland , Ohio . "To celebrate growing older, I once wrote the 45 lessons life taught me. It is the most requested column I've ever written. My odometer rolled over to 90 in August, so here is the column once more: 1. Life isn't fair, but it's still good. 2. When in doubt, just take the next small step. 3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. 4. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and parents will. Stay in touch. 5. Pay off your credit cards every month. 6. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree. 7. Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone. 8. It's OK to get angry with God. He can take it. 9. Save for retirement starting with your first paycheck. 10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile. 11. Make peace with your past so it won't screw up the present. 12. It's OK to let your children see you cry. 13. Don't compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about. 14. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it. 15. Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But don't worry; God never blinks. 16. Take a deep breath. It calms the mind. 17. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful. 18. Whatever doesn't kill you really does make you stronger. 19. It's never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else. 20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don't take no for an answer. 21. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie. Don't save it for a special occasion. Today is special. 22. Over prepare, then go with the flow. 23. Be eccentric now. Don't wait for old age to wear purple. 24. The most important sex organ is the brain. 25. No one is in charge of your happiness but you. 26. Frame every so-called disaster with these words 'In five years, will this matter?' 27. Always choose life. 28. Forgive everyone everything. 29. What other people think of you is none of your business. 30. Time heals almost everything. Give time time. 31. However good or bad a situation is, it will change. 32. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does. 33. Believe in miracles. 34. God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn't do. 35. Don't audit life. Show up and make the most of it now. 36. Growing old beats the alternative -- dying young. 37. Your children get only one childhood. 38. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved. 39. Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere. 40. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd grab ours back. 41. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need. 42. The best is yet to come... 43. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up. 44. Yield. 45. Life isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift." Friends are the family that we choose.

It's Important to Floss

Do YOU floss everyday?  I do.  I have been for I don't know how many years now.

This morning- it was like I forgot how.  I pulled the string of floss out- Reach- Clean Burst just so you know.  I started trying to floss know that it didn't feel right.  You twist it around your finger- and move on to the next area- I couldn't, for the life of me, get it twisted right.  I threw away the first string- pulled out another- and tried again and again.  I got them flossed but not in the right way- I felt awkward.  I felt embarrassed, as if anyone was watching.  I felt stupid.  I do this every freakin day.  I felt the tears welling up.

I FEEL terrified.

All Shook Up

That's the song that keeps going through my mind lately- and I KNOW I'm in love, but if I could change the lyrics they might go something like this:
A well I bless my soul
What's wrong with me?
I'm twitching like a woman on a fuzzy tree
My friends say I'm actin' wild as a bug
I have MS
I'm all shook up
Mm mm oh, oh, nooo, noooo

My hands are shaky and my knees are weak
I can't seem to stand on my own two feet
Who do you thank when you have such luck?
I'm have MS
I'm all shook up
Mm mm oh, oh, noooo, nooo, NO!



Yes, I had to copy and paste those lyrics, because even though I am Elvis' biggest fan- I couldn't remember them.


As my FB status reads: I feel like a 1st grader attending MIT or Harvard.


I can't type without backspacing, re-checking, re=typing, backspacing and doing it all over again.


I can't speak without the wrong words coming out most of the time.


I'm afraid to be at work.  I'm terrified that I'm jacking something up.  I already have.  More times than I want to admit.  


I'm afraid of losing my job.  Who wants an employee who can't do their job.  Who takes 20 times longer to get a certain project completed thatn they used to?


I'm sure ya'll remember if I've said this before, but I don't know.  I work in Insurance- I handle our two largest clients.  I am the accounting manager.  I am the system administrator.  I"ve had to start keeping a spreadsheet of passwords.  And, directions to do whatever.  I can't keep doing this.


I might as well be stealing from the company I work for.  Not money- but then again, yes- I'm being paid to sit here and make mistakes.  My consious is eating me alive.


I ask God for forgivemness every day.  


I better end this now so I can save wahtever abilities i have during the early hours to try not to jack things up at work.

Fear & Loathing in Memphis

Fear?  I guess that's what you'd call it.  Scared?  That's closer to how I'm feeling.  Loathing?  Yes- I loath MS.  But, it's my burden to bare and I've GOT to get a grip.  I'm not whining, I'm not bitching, I know this has been part of God's plan before I was ever born.
I want to stay home.  I don't mess up too much there.  And, if I do, it's only going to affect me.  My husband is my hero, he can handle most things with calm, patience, and love.  I don't have this gift.
Here's the message I sent to my neurologist yesterday.  I sent him one week before last along the same lines.
More typing problms this week.  I am calling it typing dislexia, and sometimes typing psychosis.  I will be typing along, when I look back up at what i have typed theletters in many of the words are jumbled even though I felt as if I typed them correctly while typing.  Other times I will be thinking what to type in my head and look down and see that I have typed a different word here and there, kind of like you do when someone is talking to you while you type and you type a word they say instead of what you meant to type, except it is just me in the room.
 
Wanted tosend this now, because i know I will forget to mention it at my next appointment.
I found myself yesterday having to actually watch myself type.  Or 10-key- it's so frustrating.
It's early 9:45 my time- so, this has gone pretty easy- typing this- catch me after around 1:00 and it's a hot mess.

Fear & Loathing in Memphis

WOW- I just posted a lengthy entry and somehow I screwed up and it's gone.  THIS is my life.

Coinkidink? I think NOT

I'm having an extremely challenging day today.  One of those days where the message is somehow getting lost from my brain to my fingers, to my legs, to my mouth.  It's so frustrating.  It's also very easy to slip into that 'Wo is me' attitude.  And, I was teetering on the edge of that attitude.  Until.....

Until I read two blog entries by two of the most wonderful, loving women for whom I have the utmost respect.

What they wrote left a big red mark between my eyes.  THAT I felt!  I may not be able to feel my abdomen right now because the MS Hug is in force today- but I felt what I NEEDED to feel.  What GOD wanted me to feel.

Of that, I have no doubt.

Taking 'Green' to the Next Level

I am a die hard recycler.  I even rinse out cans to go into the bins.  Our recycle crew that picks up on Friday's surely think I'm crazy.  Driving out of the subdivision on Friday mornings, I see most of what the neighbors have in their bins.  A milk jug, some soda cans.  That's about it.

I have not reached the level of nothing but 'green' cleaning products.  Yes, I hang my head in shame, but I am an uber clean freak.  And, you know that smell after you've cleaned and scrubbed the bathroom, the kitchen, wherever?  It's just DIVINE to me.  But, I'm going to try.  I have started using Mule Team Borax in lieu of Clorox bleach in my laundry, I also use it to scrub the stainless sink- it just doesn't get it as shiney as the SOS pads, but I'm learning to relax a bit.

I also haven't stopped buying paper towels.  Napkins? Yes.  Only cloth in the casa.  But, I'm really going to try.  My only issue with that is cleaning mirrors, glass, etc.  We don't get the newspaper (stopped that to go 'green')- I can read it online should I choose to do so.  So, what does one use to clean those surfaces?  I really need to know.

The next revolution has started.  Where?  In my closet.  I purged my purses this weekend- nothing but, all leather or all cotton.  I only have about 3 purses left.  Next will be the clothes and the shoes.  If it's not natural, it's going away.  Now to find a cotton bra that will contain the girls.  I have found the perfect panties.  100% Cotton Boy shorts with lace,  from Target.  Gilligan O'Malley, I believe.

I seriously dream of not having ample breasticles.  I'm praying they go down a couple of sizes with my weight loss.  They haven't in the past, but one can hope, right?

After my closet is almost empty, I'm sure, it will be on to the cleansing, moisturizing products.  I am loving St. Ives, the body wash I purchased for cheap is all natural and they do NO animal testing on their products.

If I could afford a Toyota Prius- that would be on the 'future goals' list- but, those dang things are expensive!

What will you do to go a little more 'green' today?

May I have some cheese with my WHINE?

A baked brie would be AWESOME.

I hate to be a whiner, I seriously do.  But you gotta get it out sometime, right?

I made the mistake of taking a hot shower this morning.  Man, it felt so good.  It was rainy, dreary, and cold outside.  My sinuses (why we have these things is beyond me) were clogged, so what's the best solution?  A hot shower.

Hot showers for me, and I don't know if other MS'r's have this problem, are just bad mojo.  It felt incredible while I was taking it.  I got my make up on, dried my hair, and drove to work.

I would say about an hour after I took said shower, I started feeling like I'd run a marathon.  About thirty minutes after that, I started feeling very fatigued and tired.  Like I've been up for three straight days.

I know this is how I will feel, but sometimes I just 'forget' that I have to make smarter choices and decisions now.

I'm feeling out of sorts.  Typing the wrong thing.  My fingers getting off the groove of the 10-key on my keyboard.  It's just so aggravating.

So, I'm doing what I can at work.  Praying that I don't make a mistake.  Choosing to do those things that are just more 'simple'.

I'm stressing over my job.  Seriously stressing.  I really need to go back to part time.  BUT, my boss doesn't want that, we can't take the cut in my salary, so I'm stuck.  I feel like I'm just trudging through each day, praying for 5:00 to come quick.

I see my neurologist on Jan 31.  I don't know that he'll have any solutions for me.  Rest when you can is all the advice I get.  Resting when I can is when I get home.

I really have taken this diagnosis well.  I have.  And, I'm not 'complaining' per se, I'm just venting, and worrying, and wondering what's going to happen next.

I AM a Phenomenal Woman

because God made me that way......I am a HUGE Maya Angelou fan, and this, by far, has to be my favorite poem.  I have to re-read this at times, because after being diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis, being a Phenomenal Woman just doesn't seem to fit anymore.  Not that you need the heels I can't wear anymore, walk like a supermodel, Lord knows I can't, or don your warpaint, and make sure your hair is just right, most mornings I just can't pull that off.  And, not that any of these things just 'started' happening to me. They've been going on for a couple of years, and now I KNOW why.  But, as a woman, I do have to admit, dressing up, make up done, hair done always makes me feel 'special'.  I just have to learn that I can be phenomenal and special without all of the glam.

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Love Languages

Did you know that there are Five Love Languages?  No?  Neither did I.  But, according to Gary Chapman, there are.

I'm almost finished with his book The Five Love Languages, and BY GEORGE, I think he's onto something.

Even if you are blissfully married, I can't recommend this book enough.

I'm 45 years old going into my 46th year, and I've loved, yes I have.  But, have I loved in the right way?  I've learned that I do have room to grow.

The Five Love Languages are:
Words of Affirmation
Quality Time
Receiving Gifts
Acts of Service
Physical Touch

I won't share much more about the book, because I want you, you, and you to buy it, borrow it, check it out at the library.

I'm really not saying YOU- I say that because I think everyone should read it.

I've figured out what MY Love Language is, and I have a pretty good idea of what my groom's is/are (you can have more than one, it's not against the rules), but I'm going to ask him to read it, as well.  Then we can compare and talk about it.

Loving someone is more than saying I love you, it's more than sex, it's more than just a quick kiss & hug before you leave.

And, this doesn't just apply to spouses, it applies to friends and family, as well.

I'm learning to love right.

Will you?

My Question to Ponder

I just started the book The Purpose Driven Life on Monday of this week.  I've had the book for about three years now, but just never committed myself to it as I have now.

My Question to Ponder for today is:  What would my family and friends say is the driving force in my life?


I posed that question on Facebook.  The comments were by far my Faith.  And, while my faith is strong, I guess I took the question on a little bit of a different angle.


My answer to my question to ponder is work.  Work is truly the driving 'force' in my life.  Not the driving 'feeling in my heart and soul, that WOULD be my faith.  And, you know what?  When I immediately answered that question to myself, I was sad.  Very, very sad.


'They' say you should live to work, not work to live.  All I have ever done, since the age of 15 is work to live.  


I'm not a monetary person.  I could have maybe been called that in the past, but that was a very long time ago.  And, it was a 'maybe'.  Of course, I like nice things.  Who doesn't?  But, I don't obsess over them.  A few years ago, shoes maybe, shoes were an obsession, but I never spent beyond what I could on shoes.  I learned at a young age that I was not a Jones, nor could I keep up with them.  


A favorite local music artist has a song called Mrs. Jones Again.  One of my favorite lines is "I can't keep up with the Joneses, I stopped tryin' long ago".  Yep, me too, Matt.


Yes, we have a house, a nice one, but not over the top, we have cars, trucks, and again, nice, dependable, but not over the top.  But, here in lies the problem.  We owe money on all of them.  Therefore, I work to live.


Mistakes?  Absolutely.  Lesson learned? Positively.  


If I believed in 'wishes' my wish would be to get rid of these things, live simply, give more, do more for others, not just work to pay the bills.


I'm continuing to pray each morning, with each chapter of this book for God to show me my purpose in life.  It has to be something more than this.  And, not because I want any praise for it, by no means is that what I mean or need.  I don't want to be remembered for anything, I just want to be doing what God wants me to do.  To use my talents, whatever they may be that He blessed me with, for His purpose.