Tidbits

Love Language Scores from some unidentified friends:
S.O. -
7 Words of Affirmation
8 Quality Time
2 Receiving of Gifts
5 Acts of Service
8 Physical Touch

L.K. -
6 Words of Affirmation
6 Quality Time
9 Receiving of Gifts
2 Acts of Service
7 Physical Touch

M.E. -
11 Physical touch
8 words of affirmation

D.E. -
10 for physical touch
8 for words of affirmation
3 for acts of service.


A thought came to me regarding this whole test thing. I'm not married. And do not have a special someone who loves me. Right now, I'm overwhelmed with all the stuff I'm responsible for; kids, finances, an aging house, a yard that needs to get winter-ready, a vehicle that needs attention, a garage that is housing things that could be transferred to a dump, a job with some extensive responsibilities, a dad with a heart that needs a jump start, a son who needs help with math and science, another one who needs ... and so on and so forth. More than a hug or a bouquet of flowers, I long for someone to share the load. The "acts of service" that I fantasize about are things that traditionally a guy would do anyways. I'm not wishing for that "he" (whoever he is) to do the typical girly jobs so that I can be lazy and read Oprah magazines.

I'm at the point, where after 8 years of being single again, I would interpret an offer to cut the lawn as an act of caring. I would think that an offer to drive one of the kids to one of their things was a sacrificial declaration of love. If hubby no. 2 took the garbage out without me asking, I'd swoon.

Those of you who are married to a man who already does stuff around your home because it's his home too, so he just does it without a fight... are rich beyond compare.
If you have a husband that sees that the attic needs re-insulating and does it... give him a hug.
If your guy decides to spread a load of top soil on the gardens because they need it, go give him a kiss.
If one of your kids phones at 11:00 pm and needs a ride home, and he grabs his keys, thank him. If your gutters are full of leaves and he pulls out a ladder on Saturday morning to clean out the sludge, count your blessings.
If he takes his shoes off at the door buy him a trophy.
If he walks the dog, feeds the horses, talks to the cat, know that he is a good man.
If he's made room in the garage for your car, feel loved.
If he helps plan a family holiday, know that you are special.
If he expresses interest in a couple's only romantic get away, laugh with giddy pleasure.
If he is interested in re-modeling your home, embrace him.
If he ever says, "here, let me help you with that" - thank God that you have a partner.
If he stands by your side and helps you serve if you've invited friends over, be filled with joy.
If, when you're both out in your car and he's driving and sees that your gas tank is low and he fills it up, be appreciative.

If all the things listed above are already done by your mate as a matter of course - then, wow. You have hit the jack pot.

I think that's why most of us divorced chicks that have "Acts of service" as our primary language of love.

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Just got back from a wonderful walk to the video store. (Vern, the rain has stopped and it's a warm18 degrees out. ) I returned A Walk to Remember. It was getting to be a problem. I thought of Shane West all day at work, then came home and watched the DVD again. My number one Love Language may be Acts of Service, but holy cow, after watching him - I was cravin some hand holding and face touching. (I googled him and read one of the interviews he did after filming that movie:
"Yeah, regarding the kisses...I mean she was nervous. She was really nervous. I got a little nervous for her, and then for me. I was okay at first because I've done it before but she's so sweet, and so innocent looking. I swear to God I saw her tremble at one point and that just made me want to cry. I would joke around and try and make her feel better. But it made the kisses onscreen, it made the kisses so real. It made it very awkward and great. It was very real, and very cool.")

Oy.
Oy yoy yoy.
How old am I?

Time to grow up.

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Drew's first band concert was tonight. Twas a casual affair - mostly an open band lesson that parents could sit in on. Designed so that we'd realize the importance of practicing.

Poor kid.
His brothers got away with not practicing.
He's not gonna be that lucky...

I was fobidden to bring my camera. Just imagine how cute he was. Now times that by 10.

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From the Oprah magazine that Vern and I were reading this weekend:

How to be sexy -

- Say "yes" to life
- Love yourself
- Celebrate your body
- Feel happy in your natural state
- Get some smart-looking, squarish frame-framed glasses and put your hair up
- Open your heart to the beauty of the moment and let it thrill you

There you have it.


Oh, Shane West had something to say about sexy too:

"Sexy, to me, has everything to do with how one speaks, how someone holds themselves, their smile, and how they treat people."

Only three more sleeps til E.R. on Thursday...

This midlife phase is wrecking havoc on my emotions; I go from crying uncontrollably to lusting in a matter of hours. Hormones.

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The new heart guy is confident he can help dad's heart. It's just a matter of wiring. Dad's pacemakers (one for each chambre) are likely out of sync. He's thinking that if he adds a wire to join the two together there will be a much more efficient beating process. More push with each pump, circulating the blood more effectively.

A few more tests, then surgery.

Looking good...

"And He will give strength to the weak..."

Three things I'm thankful for:

1. Warm November evenings.
2. Cheap shoes that are surprisingly comfortable.
3. Other than 40 pounds of garbage strewn throughout the kitchen and family room, nothing was broken, burned, blowed up or bludgeoned in my house while I was away. Apparently my place was party central with an assortment of young men coming and going all weekend... Pizza was ordered on numerous occasions. Much pop was consumed. Every glass, cup, plate and utensil that I own was used. And left in a location that was not the sink or dishwasher. So it's not just my kids that are pigs. Not one of those other guys thought to tidy up either.


Shalom,