White Christmas

White Christmas

Well I honestly y don’t remember ever having this much snow on the ground for Christmas, I know a lot of people like it, I personally don’t. It was lovely to watch while it fell, but that is about the extent of it.
Christmas always brings back memories for me- Memories of my Dad putting up the train garden and tree, Memories of Mom making a cream puff, Dad playing Santa for the Jaycees, listening to my Grandmother sing Christmas carols in Polish. But I think my fondest memories of the first year with Edward. We were not yet married, he come up on Christmas eve and spent the night at my parents house with us (He slept in my brother’s room downstairs, while I slept in mine- next to my parents room) I was so sick, working a full time job, carrying a 21 credit load in college, planning our wedding, and of course striving to be a perfectionist I had worn myself out. Christmas morning I woke up with a strep throat, 102 degree temp, and a cough that won’t quit. After more than 2 weeks of feeling bad – I was horrible. While my parents went to Church – Ed took me to the doctors. Loaded up on anti-biotic, decongestants and something to help with the body aches and fever, I insisted that we continue with our original plans for the day visiting his Grandparents, and parents. About an hour after arriving at his Grandparents and listening to this awful cough, Ed quietly got up to get our coats and announced we were leaving. He took me home tucked me into my bed all warm and cozy, had dinner with my parents and went home… heck of a way to spend our first Christmas. I didn’t even open his presents till New Years Eve, when I was finally able to get out of bed. The day after Christmas a dozen long stem Apricot Roses arrived, all arranged in a vase. They were incredible, the card read- something pretty for you to look at when you are awoke… It was at that point I knew more than ever that I loved that man and wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.
As with everything in life changes come and we began creating new “traditions” one that my brother, his wife, boys and I still do is the Christmas Eve dinner at China Moon. Dinner was great as always. The boys were fun, and it’s always outstanding to be in the glow of the love of my family.
After dinner I made desserts for Christmas day- Chocolate Mint Brownies, and a raspberry/ French vanilla parfait. I bet you can’t guess that these two desserts are the boys favorites right?
Whatever your Christmas traditions are I hope you have a wonderful wonderful holiday that you get to bask in the glow of the love of your family.
Merry Christmas, Happy New Year and God bless you.

May Santa bring you all you asked for, and then some. May 2010 hold great promise and much success.
Love and Joy on your journey…

To work or not- Pricelss moments

To work or not, priceless moments

As most of you know I manage a Chiropractic practice here in Reisterstown. In the last few weeks I have heard the same question many times about closing the business during the holidays. So before I get into the purely business aspects of this I want to relate one of the moments in my life I consider priceless.
(Now before I start this I am going to say again I am NOT bashing my parents – they were great people who did the best they could with what they knew)

On May 31, 1986, at the age of 22, I married my husband Edward. My parents were – well less the enthused when I announced my engagement- it might have had something to do with the fact that when I announced my engagement they didn’t even know I was dating Edward. Ed’s and my relationship had gone from-“Hi, I’m” to “will you marry me” in about 6 weeks. In the 13 months we were engaged they got to know him and like him.

I had a traditional Polish catholic wedding. My Dad and I had agreed that there would be NO father /daughter dance. Well my Mom, Brother and several family friends decided to veto that idea. Before either of us could protest we were being pushed onto the dance floor to “Daddy’s little girl”. We were both an emotional mess during that dance. However, there was a very intimate conversation going on. My Dad told me during that dance that to him, he felt like he had been too busy while I was growing up, between work, Jaycees, Hugh O’Brien Foundation, PTA, etc he felt he had missed a great deal of my growing up. He said to him it was felt like overnight I had gone for the infant he would bounce to sleep- to the 16 year old that was learning to drive. He said with a blink of his eye I was 18 and he was moving me into my dorm room at college, and within another blink here I was 22 and getting married. He confided in me that he felt he had missed so much, and that 1 of the hardest things for him, before walking me down the aisle that day was the day he had to get into the car, and leave me in my dorm in Delaware.
That conversation was priceless to me.

My parents passed away very very young- My Mom was 55 when she died, Dad was 58. One of the things they wanted most in their life was Grandchildren. My Mom got 11 months with Nick, when she passed away. Hunter was just 2 when Dad passed away. They missed a lot of fun and joyous moments with those two boys.

What does all this have to do with opening your business during the holidays – well it’s the emotional sentimental side of life we tend to forgot.

From a business point of view here are a few things to consider: What is it costing you to be open? Let’s think about that- you are probably a salaried employee and you might have 1 or 2 others that are as well. Yes the building does draw a certain amount of power to operate you HVAC system, and any signage lights, but it’s not nearly the draw of having all your equipment on. Nor having to pay your full staff.
A few years ago we opened the Friday after Thanksgiving- while we had 15 or so patients on the schedule prior to that day- we saw only 2. Why because it was the Friday after thanksgiving and everyone was busy doing other things and visiting their Chiropractor was NOT a priority. What did it cost us to be open that day in comparison to what we actually made? I can assure you it cost a lot more then we made.
Of course this is from a purely financial outlook.
What does the time away from your family cost you? What could you be doing that would someday be priceless to your children? I know your kids all want the latest and greatest- they want the WII, x-box, Beatles rock band, etc. I can assure you that when they get to be my age- they will not remember the expensive gift they got as much as they will remember the “priceless” times you spent together.
For the life of me I cannot remember what I got for Christmas the year I turned 14- what I do remember about that Christmas is that both my parents were off work, and we spend a day touring the Smithison museums and visited the National tree all light up that night. (I am 45, so 31 yrs later I still remember that day).
No one I know is independently wealthy, we all have to work. But a day or two or even a week away from your business will NOT KILL it. But those moments with your family you have the potential to create could mean a lifetime of PRICELESS memories for all of you.

So Close or stay open- your call. But weigh in all your options first.

My Dad loved this time of the year; I am more like my Mom who disliked it greatly. I’d give almost anything to be able to hear her yell “Billiam” 1 more time, or spend a whole night babysitting a pot of Crab soup with him. Life is precious- NONE of us are promised a tomorrow. Would closing your office for 3 days really put you on the edge of financial ruin? What would 3 days with your spouse, kids or aging parents mean to them? All these consideration should go into the decision making process.

As for me- well I think I am around the 180lb mark. Feeling good other than some issues with my right knee. I have an MRI scheduled for Tuesday and if as my boss suspects I have torn the PCL muscle I will need to see an orthopedist when I return from Jamaica. PCL’s usually need to be repaired with surgery, if that is the case then so be it. Hardest part will be keeping myself from being so damned bored I am climbing the walls, during the recovery. It will be a minor setback, but I tore it moving around and living life, and that’s just what happens at times.

Christmas is a crazy time of the year, but let’s try to remember that it’s about love, and family and time spent with those we love most.

Merry Christmas all. God bless.

This journey is awesome……

Books I recommend

I was asked the other day about books I have read and books I would recommend. So here is a list of books that I would highly recommend. I have broken them down into business, health and for Fun
Feel free to ask about any of them.

Enjoy


Business:
Influencer- Patterson, Grevey, Maxfield,McMilan, Swizler
The Sedona Method-Dwoskin
Thank you for being such a pain- Rosen
Who moved my cheese- Johnson
Winne the Pooh on success- Allen
Blink- Gladwell
Busting your rut- Drubin
Letting go of your bananas- Drubin

Mental and Physical Health:
The Tao of health sex and longevity- Reid
Four Agreements – Ruiz
The Voice of Knowledge- Ruiz
Mastery of love- Ruiz
How to impress the world in 7 days with your body- Madow
Is your frog boiling- Madow
I will not die an unlived life- Markova
Lucky man- Fox
When the earth moves- Heart
100 yr lifestyle- Plasker
Passing for thin- Kuffel
Core Performance- Verstegen
Pain free- Egoscue
How not to be afraid of your own life-Piver


FUN:
Where have all the leaders gone- Iacocca
Rescuing Sprite- Levin
Jemo- Robertson
Act like a lady, think like a man- Harvey
Divini Code- Brown
Angels and Demons- Brown
Lost Symbol- Brown
1st to die – Patterson
2nd chance- Patterson
3rd Degree- Patterson
4th of July- Patterson
5th Horseman- Patterson
6th Target- Patterson
7th Heaven-Patterson
8th Confession- Patterson
A time to kill- Grisham
The firm- Grisham
The Pelican brief- Grisham
The client- Grisham
The Chamber- Grisham
The rainmaker- Grisham
The runaway Jury- Grisham
The Partner- Grisham
The street lawyer- Grisham
The testament- Grisham
The Brethren- Grisham
Skipping Christmas – Grisham
The summons- Grisham
The king of Torts-Grisham
Bleachers- Grisham
The last Juror- Grisham
The Broker- Grisham
The innocent man- Grisham
Playing for pizza- Grisham
The appeal- Grisham
The associate- Grisham
A child called it- Pelzer
The Lost boys- Pelzer
A man called Dave- Pelzer
Help Yourself- Pelzer
The Privilege of Youth- Pelzer
Moving forward- Pelzer

On my current waiting to come out to read books:
Miracles in minutes- Dr. Joe Wood
9th Judgment- Patterson

What is a real vacation?

What is a real vacation?

I was asked this the other night in an email conversation with a friend. He was expressing how tired he was, and I asked when he had last been on a real vacation…. So Dr. Dave tonight’s blog is for you.

To fully understand the impact of learning this lesson – of a real vacation you need to understand a bit of my history. I will try to keep it brief.
In 1993 I was diagnosed with bi-lateral functioning adrenal adenomas- (tumors within my adrenal glands) because of the way they screw up my body’s hormone production I am always in “fight or flight” mode. Add to that – I am a Type A personality, Perfectionist, workaholic, who believed for a long time she was totally worthless and there for HAD to make myself totally indispensible to everyone… can you say STRESS MONSTER. (I still have all these tendency by the way) oh did I forget to mention totally addicted to caffeine as well…
In 1996 after months of being told she had the flu by her Doctors my Mom passed away from something called multiple myeloma. Three weeks before she passed away my Dad had his 3rd heart incident on the deck of the house and broke his left femur. He returned home from the hospital and the PT facility the morning before she passed away. Two months after her passing he had his 4th heart incident- unfortunately he was doing 70+ miles an hour on I-83 at the time. The Dodge ram pickup truck he was driving looked like a Volkswagen bug when my brother when to the tow yard that day. In the course of the accident Dad fracture his left femur in 27 places. Between July 1996 and January 2000 he had 19 surgeries in hope of saving that leg, finally in January of 2000 it had to be amputed. All the while I cared for him and made sure he had the assistance he needed with dressing, laundry, care of his medical needs, keeping house, driving, etc.
By September of 2000 my husband, Edward’s diabetes and heart conditions had worsened to the point that he needed to go out on permenate disability. In October of that year he ended up in the hospital for 16 days with an infection of the sack the heart sits in – this infection is called pericarditis, and was the beginning of his downward spiral.
In April of 2001 Edward developed gangrene in his groin and in the course of 3 weeks and 11 surgeries at shock trauma he lost everything in that area (ok all the males reading this –every man I have ever told this to had cringed – it’s ok) afterward Edward could not walk more than a few feet at a time and got around mostly in a wheel chair.
So I took care of both of these wonderful men and worked a full time job, the same one I have now.

In April of 2002 I earned a bonus my boss and I had set up, whereby I earned an all expense paid week long trip to where ever I wanted. This was my first real vacation of my life. With the help of an amazing travel agent I selected a resort in Tulum Mexico and off I went for a week… well ok I was there, but I had no clue how to relax or stop my brain for its constant spinning. I called home twice a day to check on my dad and husband, I called the office to check on things there, I spent a lot of time looking at my watch, pacing around and generally being in a state of agitation because I did not know what to do with myself, worrying about everything from what my Dad and Husband were having for dinner to how my boss was doing posting insurance checks at the office.
Then came 2003- WOW what a hell of a year that was. Once again I had earned the bonus of an all expense paid trip somewhere. But life was a mess that year. On January 31, 2003 at approximately 9pm my Dad died in my arms in our living room- after all he had been thru with that leg, a blood clot to his lung took him. I was ill prepared for the process the human body goes thru when it expires suddenly like that. The traumatic nature of his death still wakes me from a sound sleep at times. Less than 6 weeks later Edward had his first stroke in the bathroom of the same house we had been sharing with me Dad, since my Mom learned of her illness. The stroke caused him to arrest and by the time paramedics got there I had a faint pulse back. Over the course of the next 2 weeks he had 6 more strokes and arrested twice more. I obviously put my vacation on hold –
But by May he was in a more stable condition and needed to go into a Physical Therapy facility to have some work done to try and regain the use of his limbs if there were to be any possibility of that. He eventually came home totally bedridden. The doctors were telling me 12 to 16 weeks in the rehab center. I WAS A HUGE MESS! I was not sleeping; I was living on Pepsi, coffee and fast food… and was taking anti- anxiety medications like they were M & Ms.
The doctors, my brother and my boss convinced me that NOW was the time to go away- while Ed was being cared for. They all urged that if I did not relax and unwind soon – I was headed for a major break down, or worse. So I called my travel agent and within 2 weeks he had me on my way to Jamaica for the first time.
I left BWI on the last Tuesday morning in May that year, flew into Montego Bay airport, and then had a 90 minute ride to the resort in Ochio Rios. The only resort open on such short notice was a small resort – privately owned by an American Business man. Much to my surprise he personally greeted each guest as they arrived at the resort. He welcomed them to his home. Yeah I was too agitated to be impressed, before I would even let them check me into my room I had to call home and check on work and hubby. I got settled into my room and again have no clue what to do with myself- then I realize there is NO TV, radio, alarm clock, or phone in my room – well any of the rooms for that matter. There was an inter- resort communication system that allowed you to call the front desk, bar and restaurant from your room. So I called the front desk and was told that there was a TV in the lounge, newspaper delivery to the lobby daily and a phone at the front desk, that all these rooms had been designed to assist in the restful nature of the island.
Ok sure- NO clue what to do with myself- I paced the beach drinking 1 coke after another, taking 100 mg xanax every hour… and Still NOT relaxing or unwinding. At dinner that night I drank the equivalent of a whole bottle of white wine, still wound like a top.
Wednesday morning I was awake well before the sun- after all I wasn’t sleeping more than an hour or two due to the nightmares. When I went up to the restaurant at 5 Am for coffee the owner greeted me, and asked if anything was wrong, ( I was the only guest on this 70 room resort awake at that hour) I explained that my husband was ill and that I had just lost my dad, the owner knew all this as my travel agent had called him personally to make sure – that if anything happened while I was there- they could facilitate whatever needed to be done to get me back to the US as quick as possible. He offered his condolences and gently invited me to relax. Yeah ok…,.
Wednesday afternoon as I paced the beach again- aggitately looking at my watch every 6 seconds, the resort owner, approached me and invited me to come sit and enjoy a drink with him, he ordered both of us something named for the resort, this rum infused drink had fresh pineapple, coconut, and banana in it, all blended into a frozen smoothie… Eric the owner began to tell him how he came to own this amazing little piece of heaven. He shared how he had been a major player in a multi- billion dollar business, how is obsession for perfection had cost him his wife, his family and how a jammed kitchen garbage disposal had been the breaking point to this overly stressed life he lead. Then he did something that totally blow me away, he reached over and took the waist watch off my left arm, promising that I could have it back when I left. When I asked how was I to know what time it was he told me this- in Jamaica when your body tells you it’s hungry it’s time to eat, when you body tells you its thirsty its time to drink, when your body tells you it’s tired it’s time to sleep, and the rest of the time is to enjoy life.- Yeah Right….
We talked for a while, he asked if I trusted God, not just believed in God but trusted him. Of course I did, he then asked why I could not trust God to take care of Ed and the practice? WOW – I had not looked at it that way before. He then showed me a meditation method he used – that with each inhale of the soft Caribbean air into your lungs you bring in God’s peace and tranquility, with each exhale you let go to the wind your troubles and anxieties. I did this exercise with him for a while. Then he asked me to just close my eyes and just relax and breathe and listen to the sound of waves crashing on the beach.
The next thing I knew the sun was setting and I was being awakened by a gentle touch to my shoulder. When I opened my eyes I was embarrassed to discover I had dosed off while conversing with Eric, when I started to apologize he stopped me and reminded me that in Jamaica when the body is tired it is time to sleep, with a node of his head to the waiter High tea service arrived, we talked some more as we watched the Jamaican sunset, what an magnificent site that was- I had never seen anything so amazing in my life. Correction I finally allowed myself to experience that magnificent site. Eric gentle explained that I had been sleeping there in that lounge chair for nearly 4 hours at that point. As we sipped our tea and watched the sun set, he explained that life can be lived better when we take a break from it. I still rushed to the lobby to call and check on the office and hubby. Still needing a xanax to clam my nerves that night, but something was changing.
After dinner that night I sat on the beach listening to the sounds of the steel drum band play, Eric’s girlfriend- Alexis joined me- she shared with me that Eric while modest had left the “crazy life” behind in Connecticut , purchased the resort 10 yrs prior and had NEVER looked back. That she had been with him for 11 yrs and that there was just something amazing about him now that he no longer owned a suit or tie, worked all day in shorts, did not own a pair of shoes that were not sandals. She offered the advice that I just needed to give my responsibilities to someone else for a few days a year. Starting with God.
On Thursday of that week GOD spoke to me- well to all of us on that resort. A tropical storm hit that part of the island- it knocked out the power, phones, etc for 3 days. Somehow it didn’t matter. When I had no means to call home every few hours, and had given my responsibilities to someone else and to God- what was left for me to do… Relax, drink rum, and swim in the amazing Caribbean… , and somehow by Friday of that week I no longer needed the xanax. In fact I spent all of that Friday swimming in the pool, watching a cricket match (please don’t ask me what that hell cricket is – I still have no clue but it was cool to watch) and breathing in the magic of Jamaica.
In 2004, 2005, and 2007 when I went to Jamaica- while I stayed at different resorts, I have always given my responsibilities to someone else and God. So on December 26, after the anxiety of getting to Jamaica is over (while I love to fly- I really don’t like the way the pressure changes make my head feeling like its exploding during takeoff and landing) I will give each of my Responsibities to someone else- I trust that Mike and Alex will look after the office and the practice for Doc and I have trained them to the best of our abilities. I trust my friend Joe and his sister Cindy will take good care of Ariel and treat her as if she were their own. I trust God will look after my family and friends. I will not be taking either laptop with me; my cell phone will get left in the car at the airport. My only responsibility for 7 days will be to make sure I have enough sun screen on to NOT fry this “lily white skin” of mine. I will take fun and silly books to read, I will drink rum, I will dance on the beach, and I will have fun.
So Dr. Dave that is what a real vacation is. Time to rest and allow the brain to recharge.
Its amazing to discover how much better the brain works, thinks and reacts when it had time to NOT be in a constant state of spin. It doesn’t really matter where you do this either, it could just as easily be a cabin in the mountains, on the frozen slopes, or deep in the rain forest.

Those of you that know me well know that I am still very high stung, hyper and tend to be wound like a top all the time. Comes from being hyper responsible, extremely organized, type A, perfectionist that never thinks she does anything right, or has anything of value to offer people. Yeah I have gotten better about it, a lot better, but I still stress about things all the time. But there is something about that incredible, sensual, peaceful island that will allow me to relax within hours of my arrival there. The brain will turn off and I will not worry about all the things I am responsible for – well at least for 7 days. Then it will be back to my usually hyper high strung self.

As for the weight loss and exercise program well it kind of takes a vacation too…. Ok my fabulous and amazing coach, Dr Wood, reads the blog every week, he has comment at times publicly and sends me private response too. I email it directly to him as well, and to be honest I will be HIGHLY surprised if he tells me to do anything but go and enjoy myself. My new lifestyle is about living, moving and enjoying life, it’s not about numbers on a scale, in fact I have not stepped on a scale in more than a month, and might not for a long time. My clothes continue to get looser and looser, my moving around, while I still have knee pain and some back pain is so much easier then it was. In fact I wear a pink and white hoodie today, that when I ordered it 4 years ago was so tight I could not move my arms- today it’s too big. That’s what this lifestyle is all about. I do truly enjoy Jamaican Rum and what better place to indulge then in Jamaica. Jamaica also has the MOST AMAZING coffee- right from the Blue Mountains. So how can I go to Paradise and not enjoy two of my favorite things. Coffee and Rum- and yes sometimes I have them together. Sure once I am home I will do a detox or cleanse, but life is about living and having fun.

This journey is taking me to Jamaica soon…. Hope yours is taking you to spectacular places too.

Things I am Truly sick of hearing about

THINGS I AM TRULY SICK OF HEARING ABOUT!

I know I don’t typically post blogs mid week- and NO its not Sunday, but I feel strongly enough about this one, that I am posting on a Thursday.
I am so sick of hearing about the following topics:


GLOBAL WARMING- Really- is not even officially WINTER yet and we have had SNOW, currently its 31 degrees with high winds, bringing the wind chill factors to the signal digits….

JON GOSSELIN - What does this guy do for a living? Nothing it seems, he was in court here today in Maryland – where a Judge ruled he had to stop making “Unofficial public appearance” WHAT?? Official Public appearances are for OFFICIAL people – not BAD reality TV celebrities. He needs to get a REAL job and figure out how to support his 8 kids.

KATE GOSSELIN- Again why are we hearing about her- she had a New hairdo on a recent TV appearance- SO WHAT---- who cares if she changes her hair style, shaves her head, or bangs her head on a wall. I don’t mean to sound cruel – going thru a divorce is never easy- in fact I am told it is the second worse thing in life next to losing a loved one to death. BUT divorces are handled but attorneys and Judges- so let them handle it.

TIGER WOODS- Ok I am in NO way shape or form condoning Adultery… so don’t go there- but seriously he is a famous sports figure, and for sure NOT the only man in the US that can’t keep his thingy in his pants ( Females to for that matter). I am sure this is devastating to his wife and children and needs to be handled with a Marriage counselor (s), attorneys, family therapist etc… NOT THE rest of the world. We somehow accepted it when a seated US president had an affair, and we seem to be in SHOCK that a Golf Star has had an affair or multiple ones.

MICHAEL JACKSON- I thought Michael was one of the greatest entertainers of our generation. I enjoyed watching him perform, and was saddened at the lost of this great talent- BUT he now needs to be allowed to REST IN PEACE. Come on folks he so sought PEACE that he supposedly begged for sedatives. His brothers, Sisters, Mother, Father, etc – need to take care of his 3 children and let him alone. RIP MICHAEL you will be missed.

ROMAN POLANSKI – Let me start this one by stating that I think anyone that sexually abuses a minor should be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law, and then be castrated. This case is 30 years old; Mr. Polanski is over 70 years old. This case should have been handled a very long time ago… We just don’t need to be hearing about him or it every day.

Thanks for letting me vent tonight. I appreciate it.

Kind if a blah week

It’s been sort of a blah week for me

This week started with what I would call a disturbing call from my GYN on Sunday night. His statement sort of alarmed me. I have a horrible family history of reproductive cancers in my female family members, so hearing him say your Pap came back showing A-typical, Abnormal precancerous cells and I need to see you ASAP- 8:30 Tuesday morning- really disturbed me. He explained he needed to do second cell sampling or biopsy and that the means in which he needed to do it would be painful…. That was an understatement. (There is a part of me that sometimes feels like men come up with these things just to torture women) I had no clue what that really meant but could tell it had the potential to be not so good. (I rather prefer dealing with Chiropractors who speak a more understandable language)

Tuesday morning I arrived at his office prior to my 8:30 appointment, it was indeed a painful procedure. Friday afternoon he called and said that I was at a very low level for pre-cancerous cells and would just need to be checked more often- so instead of a pap once a year as is common for women my age he wants me to start having them every 6 months. That was actually a sigh of relief.

Friday was the 3rd Anniversary of the day Edward passed away, and for some reason that hit me much much harder this year then it has the past 2. I miss him a lot. Yes I know his suffering has ended and that he is in a much better place. It’s hard to have spent 21 yrs with someone and not miss them.

Edward and I had a bit of a whirl wind romance, and of course we had our ups and our downs but we did love each other very much. Edward never ever failed to make me laugh.

The cold, damp, rain, snow of this week has not really helped my mood much either, I like the sunshine, the warmth and happy feeling of the sun. In less than 3 weeks I will be leaving for Jamaica – I will be spending 7 days here - http://www.clubambiance.com

As for the weight loss it continues to be at a much slower rate, but it is still coming off. But as my coach tells me this was about living and moving and not a number on a scale. He is right and I am living and moving around more.

My girlfriend was laughing at me for what a traveler I have become this year-
Vegas, Jersey City, Philadelphia, King of Prussia, Langhorne PA, Florida, - there are probably a few I forgot in there too.

Jamaica in a few weeks, I will be home from Jamaica only 11 days and will be leaving for the fabulous Parker Chiropractic Seminars in Vegas.

My life really is good, I am lonely. My one and only Christmas wish is for a second true love of my life, a man I can shower with love and affection and allow him to do the same for me.

This journey is amazing- sometimes it’s best to drive slow as you never know what kinds of twists and turns are in the road ahead.