Hugs are free… So are smiles.
Hugs are therapeutic… So are smiles.
Step out and give someone a hug… be safe, and don’t be weird about it.
Ever have a ‘yucky’ day…?
Lately, I’ve been having one or two a week,
I know it’s related to change. I HATE change,
I KNOW, God is fine with change… look at the weather in Missouri.
I needed a hug,
for some reason I asked someone I had met the week before for one…
I don’t think I’ve ever done this.
she needed a hug… and went after one… didn’t ask, just moved in.
Her life has a change in it…
change can be hard.
Last week, when I needed a hug… I was dealing with change.
Change is HARD.
Need I say more…?
Love – hate relationship.
I’m on my SECOND brand new iPhone6s PLUS…
2 and 1/2 weeks…
Why does it always seem like I’m the ONE to find glitches…?
it stressed me out.
Lost data… whatever.
Just 2 and 1/2 years of my life… whatever.
Can’t take it with me.
Hormones, I think it all has to do with hormones… they make us so weird.
Last week I missed a meal dealing with drama on my new phone at the Store
even L-O-N-G-E-R on the phone with AppleCare (in the mall – which I cannot recommend)…
Having to call AppleCare
was equally unpleasant the week before
in the other mall
when I was at that Store for classes too…
had an issue… with my lovely new device.
Before the 17th
I LOVED all things Apple…
Love – hate.
I still think they make a superior device,
if this new one doesn’t start acting ‘properly.’ It’ll be going back to it’s maker too.
Back to hugs:
They are better than technology. So is paper. I’m touch. I don’t enjoy digital books
I live in the country,
the big event of the day is time with the chickens.
was right there with me – through it all at the mall… as she’s a quicker technology adaptor than me,
she wants to do Twitter and Facebook. I’ve never experienced the former,
I will learn.
too much coffee = trains of thought.
I’m in my 40s now…
I’ve lived apart from my Mom for MANY a year.
I don’t turn to her first
to fill my “Love-Tank” (read the book: “5 Love Languages”).
it’s one of my NEEDs.
I also like kind words… that’s another Love-language.
Everyone has a different dialect…
when my new friend hugged me, it was OBVIOUS that touch is HIGHER in her Love-Language scale than mine.
It was l-o-n-g
it was tight. That’s clearly her dialect… or the depth of her need.
I’m glad God made me comfy with touch – her hug was NOT awkward…
if it did make the young man in the store who was helping me
before the end of our visit… I personally think he wanted a hug too,
he settled for a handshake.
To each their own.
My husband would not have been jealous either way,
he was a ‘puppy.’
A tall ‘puppy,’
still a ‘puppy’ (A VERY y-o-u-n-g man.).
I’ve written about hugs before… for a very cool verse,
a much shorter blog from 2008:
Step out – LOVE on people… they need u as much as u need them.