I have noticed that I use the words "love" and "hate" a LOT in my vocabulary.
For example I say things like:
I love waking up to hot cup of coffee in the mornings.
I hate it when I am out of sweet'n'low.
I love to eat.
I hate to exercise.
I love to wear linen.
I hate that it looks like I have slept in it by the end of the day.
I guess I live a very black and white life. The few things that fall in the gray area are the things I don't really care about. In other words, I don't hate them, I just don't like them or love them.
I also feel it's important to let someone you care about know that you love them. I have had many close family and friends die and I knew that they knew that I loved them. That truly helped in my healing process.
There are different levels of love. And I realize they have specific "smart-like" names like agape and amore. But I have my own version.
There's the love I have for my husband. He stands alone in that love category. He holds the prestigious 'No one but Rick' category award.
I love my kids. This one is the 'I wipe their butts, clean up their puke and wipe their snot and smother them with hugs and kisses' category.
I love my family. They fall into the 'I would wipe their butts, clean up their puke and wipe their snot, but I would make them repay me with the same treatment. On purpose. ...not really...' category.
I love my friends. These are the 'I would wipe their butts, cleanup their puke and wipe their snot, but I would gag the entire time so they would hear me and feel bad' group.
I love the patients I care for.This one is 'I DO wipe their butts, etc, etc. And I gag privately where they can't hear me. I mean they ARE sick and all' category.
I love being a nurse. I love owning my own business. I love my employees and co-workers. And these fall into the 'Only if I had to' category. (No CH, you fall in the`friend category)
I also love this one cashier at Walmart. She always makes me smile. This is the 'I don't think she needs her butt wiped anytime soon' category.
I love Sonic's vanilla diet coke with extra ice. I added this one to let you know how important this is to me. It falls into the 'If it had a butt, it would rank up there with my kids' category.
And different levels of hate that don't make into the gray area. I am not a violent person, but I think I could be if the perpetrator were smaller and I wouldn't have to run after them.
I hate sneakiness. People who sneak around fall into the 'I could really punch them' category.
I hate when my kids fight. This is the 'threaten to punch them' category.
I hate that I can't see my mom and sisters more often. I call this the 'whine a lot' category.
I hate when someone crunches ice or pork rinds and I can hear it. This runs a close second to 'I could really punch them' category, but I have simmered in my old age and now it falls into the 'Give them the look' category possibly followed by the 'open handed whack upside the head' category if they continue.
I hate to be rushed or to be late. This one is the 'I will probably yell and drive like a maniac so don't get in my way' category.
I guess I am sharing this with you is to let you know that if I read your blog and it makes me smile or better yet, laugh out loud, if it makes me think, if it makes me cry, then I will always try to tell you so you will know.
When we were little, I would say, "I love that!" and my little sisters would all say in unison, "If you love it so much, why don't you marry it?"
So, now to all my bloggie buds out there, I have a new category for you. Since most of us will never meet eye-to-eye until we all go to the big Internet in the sky, I have a new category for y'all. It's the 'So, ya wanna marry me?!' category. This one entails the knowledge that I break my neck to read your newest post and literally wet myself if I am ever mentioned in said post. If it's really good, I may even get up (that alone should mean something) and do the happy dance.
All this just to say I love you. And I do.
*****SIDE NOTE***** Make sure you got to my son's blog and show him some love. It took some finagling but I managed to bring him to the dark side with us. Plus I gave him $5.
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