I started this post on December 17, 2018 and I just found it in my Drafts box when I was looking thru all my Christmas posts. I thought now would be a good time to finish writing the post and change the title.
All tagged love
Family Love
Lately I have been experiencing some very trying times within my family. And not with just one or two members. Imagine how low my self-confidence is and how high my self-doubt is. From deductive reasoning one may come to the conclusion that since I am the common denominator for all of these tiffs, I am therefore the problem. But I am going to insist that I’m a lover not a fighter.
Peace
I dated someone for 7 years and even though I had fun dating other guys for a couple more years, I thought it was about time to be in a relationship again. The timing was serendipitous because my hub, who twenty-five years ago was known as a “player”, was thinking the same thing too.
"Please Mr. Postman"
I know that it’s politically incorrect these days to use the term “postman” but the title of this post is in reference to an oldie but goodie song by The Marvelettes, “Please Mr. Postman”. I find myself singing this song whenever I am coming down to the wire and need to get something mailed off immediately so that it arrives on time. This scenario happens often. Let’s just say - I keep postal workers busy all year round and I sing this song a lot!
Acts of Service - My Version
I’ll never forget, over fifteen years ago, I learned what a “light guy” was. I was at a luncheon with other execs’ wives and the topic of hanging Christmas lights came up. These wives explained - since all of our hubs worked crazy hours 7 days a week during the football season, it was hard to get them to do anything around the house.
Cheers for Beers!
Goodness, when I reflect on my beer days, I realize that I drank a lot of beer when I was younger.