That’s right it stinks. Smells like burning rubber to be specific. This smell takes about three days to fade from my hair and an additonal 4 to leave the bathroom. Air freshner helps speed up the process in the bathroom.

The upside is after one use the itching stays gone for almost 2 weeks. I guess its worth it.

It was a really good, fast paced book. The first couple of chapter were a little slower but just a little. There was one point were I closed my eyes like you do when your watching a movie but then I remembered it was a book so I read starting reading really fast to see wheat would happen next.

This is the best movie I’ve seen in a long time.

I’m only on page 32 and I’ve already learned a few things. This is a great alternative to that other book I was reading last year. Yeech!

I haven’t read the entire book but I’ve read enough to know its good.

It wasn’t what I was expected at all. I’m mean, when you pick up a book in the Christian Inspiration section you don’t expect it to be littered with 4 letter words and tales of sex and drugs without much sound of repentance. Well, she did seem to repent the drinking but… I don’t know.

Don’t get me wrong. The half of the book I read was interesting but it was really more of a memoir and that’s not what I was looking for.

Its like if you order pizza and the delivery guy brings ice cream. Ice cream tastes good and all but you had a taste for pizza but it wasn’t delivered.

Why is this book in the Christian Inspiration section?

I’m Christian. I swear when I get frustrated. Sometimes I even swear under my breath as I’m rushing down the sidewalk to church.

Still, it is very odd to be reading a book I got out of the Christian Inspiration section with this much cussing in it. Her little boy is even swearing in the book! Maybe the memoir section would be a better place for it.

Anyway, I’m almost halfway through the book. It is interesting. Just miscategorized in my opinion.

In my last entry I hoped this book would give me advice on how to communicate my love language without sounding like a psychologist on some 80’s talk show.

It did.

It seems that I fall into a small segment of the population that expresses love in one language but who’s primary choice for receiving it is another.

The test said my primary was words of affirmation and my secondary was quality time. What I discovered through reading the book is that I express love, respect, appreciation, etc primarily through acts of service.

The author explains how to recognize the love languages of family, friends and coworkers. It took me ummm… almost 3 seconds to realize that the love language of most of my relatives is acts of service. Except for my brothers, I believe theirs’ are gifts. Well, I think Robert has a tie between acts of service and gifts. Anyway, whenever I’ve wanted people in my life to feel valued, I’d try to do something nice for them or give them a small gift.

On the other hand, when people try to do things for me it makes me kind of uncomfortable. I could, and a some point will, write a whole blog entry on this subject alone.

In the books it says if you use the wrong love language with someone you might even offend them. They gave an example of your roommate going away for a vacation and they’ve returned to find you’ve cleaned their bathroom. That’s something I’d do. Especially if they came from a place that had room service. Transitioning back into real life can be a little tough after a week of room service and housekeeping. But if acts of service is not their love language, they may think that you are thinking, they aren’t doing a good enough job keeping their space clean. To be honest, if it were me and my bathroom, I would have been quietly thinking the same thing. Weird, huh?

In fact, whenever a coworker, or worse supervisor, offers help I get a little paranoid. Yet if I have free time, I offer help to coworkers and superiors all the time. Just because I like to keep busy. Now, that I think about it, over the years on my job evaluations they say, Don’t be afraid to ask for help. Then I’d cringe a little inside. Hmmmm. I’m nowhere nearly a bad as I used to be but like I said, I’ll save all this for a future blog entry.

The solution for me was handing out more compliments and thank-yous myself. At the end of the night I find at least two people and tell them I enjoyed working with them (if I did). When given help with my work, instead of getting all paranoid I thank them for thinking of me. Then I started getting them back. The other day a nurse turned to me, before the shift even started, and told me how pleasant it was to be able to work with me. It was a nice way to start the night. I actually enjoy going to work again. Its a been a long time.

Edit: I also have to give credit to the friend that I emailed when I first started reading this book. She was the first one to tell me if I wanted to get affirming words I needed to give them and to start thanking and complimenting my new coworkers for a job well done.

because they’re from Flirt. So I know they were baked with love. :)

I’m consuming avacodo eggrolls. They’re yummy.