WHAT DO YOU MEAN???????

A good bloging friend of mine "Ann" (At home with Ann), has been absent from her blog for a while, life, family commitments and work pressures having to come first (obviously).
When I first met Ann, her posts were always intelligent & humorous, and also at that time she had a second blog which held her poetry.
Those poems captured emotions that sat deep within me, and because of her following, it would seem the same for many others.
Well she's back, and I have just left her post, wondering, pondering about her latest title "A question of love".

I initially thought about how Tina Turner had titled her song "Whats love got to do with it", and then I thought how Prince Charles must forever regret those words "Whatever love is".....,.,.,

I have, since knowing Ann, been fortunate enough to have been introduced to other bloggers, and although I know we are all completely different (unique in our own way) I also understand that there is a commonality that keeps us blogging together!!!!!!!!!!
So, not wanting to nick her idea, but I did just wonder what the words "LOVE YOU" mean to you??????????????
To quote Ann, "do they have any real meaning, what lies behind those words? Is there a motive behind saying them"?

Strange that until I read Ann's post I didn't realise how similar the pair of us are in our understanding of those two simple, yet powerful words.
Like Ann, I say those words to my family every day if possible. It is important for them to know they are loved, it is important for their body and soul and self-esteem to know they are loved and wanted, but is there a motive to me saying these words?

Another similarity I share is that I also have difficulty accepting the same words myself, but not necessarily like Ann who believes that there is always a catch. Then again I know from experience, that to some the words can leave their mouth without having any connection or meaning to their mind or heart.
How about you?????

JUST TO TEMPT YOU!!!!!!

My son is about two weeks from opening his Cafe/Bar, he's working incredibly hard (so is Math doing what he can) to meet deadlines. He finally had chance to start his web-site, above is the holding page.

Ob-la-di ob-la-da life goes on there. Lala how the life goes on. Obladi oblada life goes on there. Lalala how life goes on.

I know I said I wasn't going to talk about the wretched hospital appointments, but my post-op with Dr Gorgeous has just got to be shared. First I have to get all the eye candy out of the way. His skin is still tanned from all the holidays he's had in his Tuscany villa, but the short time away from the bleaching sun has returned his hair to the darker, yet still thick & glossy mane I remembered from our first date. He gazed several times into my eyes, and I can 100% say that they are still the same deep sexy sepia blue (ohweeeeer I coming over all funny)!!!!!!!!!!!!
I remember Math did say he felt a little bit better about my fixation with Dr G proclaiming " well at least he's shorter than me" (he isn't).
Now to the boring bit which I actually enjoyed, it is him talking to little old me one to one ( at which point I started to swoon like an unprepared 16yr old).

Dr G, "I want you to try walking around the house without your aids holding on to the furniture, and such like"

Me. "Oh I've been doing that for about 4weeks now" (mad fluttering of eye lashes).

DrG, gazing deep into my eyes, "do you think you could try sometimes walking with just one aid when your out?"

Me, "I have been trying already" ( look at me like that and I'll do double somersaults , backwards even).

DrG, "now I would really like you to do some swimming, no breast stroke, even just walking in the water will do you good"

Me, " a new swimming centre has just opened close to us and we are actually making enquiries" (you mentioned breast, I would swim the Channel for you)...

DrG "great, well done, your looking FANTASTIC, I'll see you in 6 weeks", shaking my hand at this point ( which became embarrassing when I wouldn't let go).

Me,"________________________________________", mouth open looking like a lovesick puppy........

Can you believe Dr G said to, me, this person posting at the moment, in a total high, happier than turkey being saved till Easter, that he thought I looked fantastic. Well bless his little cotton socks he has made my year...

The even more boring stuff, he wants me to wear a leg splint. I told him that 30 yrs ago when I had my car smash, the hospital gave me one, but I'm so vain I didn't wear it, and it was used as a door-jar. We compromised that I would wear one but only at night. I know I said I would jump through burning rings of fire for him, but this was asking too much, at least I've agreed to wear it at night...... He also said I have to take it steady, so did the physio ( yet I now have to increase my physio)???????
So roll on six weeks (gosh that will be Christmas) until my next date with DrG..........

DRAGON & DOGS for DREARY DAYS...

Slowly, very slowly, bits of the garden are being restored, yet still a million jobs stare me in the face.. I can now hobble into the garden using just one walking aid. I glanced over at my Foo-Dogs who were looking extremely BLUE, including the dragon they support on top of the water fountain. They looked at me with hope in their eyes, their stare penetrated my soul to try my best...

Their dreary washed out BLUE, no longer blended that was true. Poor Math a hernia he risked, mounting dragon and dogs onto a platform enabling me to give them a make-over...... Dare I risk looking like the local Chinese take-away, and give these guys the colours they rightfully own?????? "Pick-me pick-me" I heard the RED shout from my assorted case of paints. Sod it I thought, make it bright, it will cheer the garden on those grey and wet days....

At this point I think I may have got a little carried away!!!! Out came the GOLD to highlight their hair, with a little WHITE I gave a denture repair (dashing by is Alfie remember my sons dog).

Dragons one & two left to dry, third dog almost finished, Amy Winehouse eye-liner to complete the look......


Now which smart Alec ordered number '25 with fried rice'???????