I have adult ADHD.
I waited until I was forty-nine years old before I finally admitted to my doctor that I could not focus. He gave me the ADHD test and yep I scored way up there in like the 95% range.
Knowing that I had this explained a lot of things to me. I wasn’t just a ditzy blonde. My brain just chose not to tune in when I laid my keys up in the attic of my last house.
My ADHD is why I must have two phones. I have my cell phone which I talk on and my house phone to call my cell phone when I can not find it for the tenth time in a day.
It is frustrating to have ADHD and to be ambitious and driven like I am. It has caused me quite a few moments of total chagrin and embarrassment. Like when I drive off and see my coffee cup flying off the top of my car or when I forget the date of an event I was so looking forward to attending.
I have had more than one boss point out to me that I have no organizational skills and somehow the fact that I am cute and sweet doesn’t seem to cut the mustard.
There are two felines in my house though who are thrilled that I have ADHD. They are my two female cats and they stay in my bedroom most of the day. I have a litter pan nearby in my bathroom and they have a food and water dish in my bedroom.
I will admit my cats are spoiled. They get food in the morning, fresh water and their litter pans are cleaned several times a day. I also give them Taste Temptations every morning and every time I come inside the house from shopping or work.
Taste temptations are to cats like a molten lava chocolate cake is to women with PMS. It is a necessary luxury after the first taste.
The only problem is that I have more than a few feeding locations for my cats. In fact tonight I actually counted and I have eleven bowls scattered throughout my house for my cats. (Yeah, I have several cats which are horizontally challenged in the midriff area)
So after I feed the cats in the morning in my kitchen then I have to go to my laundry room and fill that bowl and then I go to my bedroom to sprinkle some treats on their food.
There was a couple of times when I could not remember whether I had done the bedroom round. My poor females, who are elderly, came out of the bedroom with the most pitiful look on their furry faces.
I apologized profusely, ran to get the treats and gave them some. I think that they may have figured out that I don’t remember routine tasks well so they started playing the pitiful look on a more regular basis to get more treats.
I noticed that this was becoming a habit for them and I knew that every time they pulled that stunt I had not forgotten to give them their treats… Or had I?… I better make sure and go give them some more. 🙂
I am not one to swallow propaganda very easily, especially if it is from the far right camp. So I was not believing that Obamacare was the snake oil that they were proposing it to be.
I had tried a couple of times to register on healthcare.gov with no success. But Kaiser was kind enough to send me a play calculator to approximate my premiums.
Right now I have not made an income for 18 months and I have been living off of savings. The only income I receive is $10,000 from a family farm.
So I put that in as the income level thinking that I would get a really low insurance premium.
It didn’t work out that way at all. Nope, they said I would have to pay $4,108 annually. My jaw dropped to the floor – maybe even beneath the floor.
So I was supposed to pay over 40% of my income for insurance which I don’t even need because I am more than healthy and they are demanding, not asking, me to pay that.
I DON’T THINK SO!
Obamacare may be a lot of things, most of which I will not write down because of my Christian beliefs, but one thing it is not is affordable.
Two summers ago a storm broke loose in Texas. There were tornadoes ripping through my area, hail was smashing windows of cars into fragments and rain was coming down in torrents.
I was working that day as a home health nurse. I had made plans to meet a coworker for lunch but I was thinking that might not be the smartest idea in this kind of weather.
I called her and she insisted that I meet her for lunch. So I drove into Colleyville to have lunch at a quaint Italian restaurant.
We sat down and ordered our drinks and I happened to look outside. God had opened the chute for rain. It was coming down in sheets.
Then the sirens started for the tornado warnings. I started getting calls from people who loved me, warning me that the tornadoes were close by.
We continued to eat, stepping into another room occasionally to watch the TV and keep the tornadoes in check.
We finished our meal as the sirens serenaded us with their irritating tone.
The minute we stepped outside the rain stopped.
I got in my car and went to go see a patient, driving in the rain. The minute I arrived at the patient’s retirement village the rain ceased again.
There was not only tornadoes that day but hail also. Many people had car damage.
My car didn’t get a scratch. In fact my hair didn’t even get wet. My home was still safe and secure.
I felt as if I was the apple of God’s eye that day. I knew it was Him who had protected me from calamity. I can not think of one thing that I have done in my life which deserved this almighty protection.
In Isaiah 32: 18-19 the Bible says, “My people will dwell in a peaceful habitation. In secure dwellings, and in quiet resting places. (19) Though hail comes down on the forest and the city is brought low in humiliation.
Well, maybe I did just one thing to deserve his protection. I did become his daughter when I accepted His son as my Savior and what a loving Father He has proven to be. Love you God!
To my knowledge Botox has never saved an abused child from the anger of a raging parent.
I don’t recall hearing any stories about bling saving a puppy from getting kicked at the end of a stressful day.
I don’t believe that a face lift has ever caught a baby who thrown up in the air by vicious Sudanese militants for target practice.
The latest rage in facial creams can not replace the ozone layer.
A spa day can not erase the visible scars of a gun shot.
I haven’t heard that the perfect hair cut could provide a homeless man with food for a day.
The best manicure does not bring a child back from the dead.
If Botox and bling can not change the world then how come we deceive ourselves into thinking they can change us into a beautiful person?
True beauty lies beneath the skin.
A beautiful woman steps in to relieve the stressed out parent, asking,”if they need a break, could she take the child to the park for a moment?” During the trip to the park she explores just how often the abuse has happened and if it is frequent, takes proper measures to shield the child from more abuse.
A courageous woman confronts the person who abuses animals. Shaming them for the terror that the sweet puppy must feel. If the shame does not work,she calls the Humane Society. After the animal receives vaccinations that same woman adopts the puppy.
A bold woman gets involved in political activism and cares not only about her children but those of a different color and race. She will advocate for little ones in foreign lands and become a voice for those who are pawns in the horrific game of war.
An intelligent person will realize that if we don’t start nurturing God’s creation with tender love we will in fact destroy the meadows that our grandchildren would frolic through.
A compassionate woman will teach her children the best way to win a fight is to walk away from violence.
A woman who has a heart of gold will not give a homeless man money. She will give them a homemade meal. Providing words of comfort to them as she hands them the meal.
A woman who has lost a child will feel comfort from a woman of love because even though her children are alive she can imagine the horror if one of them had died. Her heart cries out to God for the one who has lost her child to death, pleading for him to embrace her friend.
I have spent way too many moments on my outward beauty and have spent far too few on my inner beauty. I believe that I am a compassionate and loving woman but I have done far too little to change the world and far too much to make myself beautiful.
The beauty of a woman is revealed in the kindness of her heart, the love she has for others and how she expresses that love to those who are searching for love. True beauty really has nothing to do with Botox or bling.
When I was a little girl I asked God for wisdom. I was given trials instead, many which were difficult to survive. When I searched God’s word I became aware that wisdom is gained through one avenue and that avenue is difficult trials.
I am much more cautious now when I ask God for something. He may just give it to me. lol
I have always been super vain, diva like and very over the top picky about my appearance.
I can remember as a young teenager trying to figure out how to get rid of the slight wrinkles on my forehead.
As I grew older the crow’s-feet started to sprout around my eyes. Then my mouth wanted in on the wrinkle game and those nasty creases showed up on my lip line.
I was disgusted until one day my daughter changed my perspective. She did it with one statement. She said, “Mom, the only reason why you have wrinkles is because you are always smiling.”
Wow. I now look at my crow’s-feet as exclamation points for my joy. My forehead wrinkles the obvious aftermath of an ever inquisitive mind. My lip line wrinkles remind me of my battle and victory over cigarette smoking. The creases between my eyebrows remind me that I may have frowned at my children when they were misbehaving but I did not lash out at them in abuse.
The wrinkles on your face reveal that you have lived life. It is amusing to me that so many want to erase the signs of a life well lived. They pay loads of money to have skin which looks as if it has never lived.
In the Bible it says to pray without ceasing and the peace of God which passes all understanding will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus. (Philippians 4:6)
The first time I received peace through prayer was several years ago.
I had become concerned about a patient’s leg. She had diabetes and had gone through several surgeries to repair circulation to her foot. She had a wound on her foot that wouldn’t heal.
This patient was more than just a patient to me. She had become a dear friend. She was very intelligent and exposed me to different philosophies and the value of art.
I used to feel like a little kid on Christmas morning when I went to visit her as a home health nurse.
I more than cared for her, I loved her.
So when her foot wound wouldn’t heal, I was scared the doctor would have to amputate her leg. I prayed and I prayed and I prayed.
Then one day I couldn’t pray anymore. I felt peace in my heart and there was no reason to pray anymore. In fact, at that point if I mentioned one more thing to God about this woman I felt it would be a grave sin. I had gotten through and He had this under control.
She healed without difficulty from that point on.
Then another interesting experience happened. A friend of mine called me and told me that a mutual friend of ours had a son who had gotten hit by a car. She asked me to pray for this boy. I couldn’t. God had His hand on that boy and i knew without a doubt he was going to be fine. He did not have any lasting difficulty from the accident.
The same thing happened when my brother had his accident with his four-wheeler. My mother called me and told me the tragic news. At first I was horrified, then I realized that I already had peace about this. There was no need to pray. God had protected him from death and paralysis during the accident, He was already involved.
My mother has repeatedly worried and pleaded for prayer for my brother. I refuse to test God in this arena. I have faith that the prayers are already answered.
While she hinders her prayers with doubt and worry. I give my prayer wings of faith and gratitude.
It is important to pray until the peace is received. It is also just as important to pray with faith and not test God with doubt or worry. Once you have peace I believe the only prayer necessary is one of gratitude.
It is interesting as I age how much I realize the value that is hidden beneath the skin.
It matters not how many wrinkles I have to a baby who needs a hug.
The sad, homeless man may comment on my “beauty” but if I don’t bring him lunch he will still be hungry.
My mode of dress will not stop the killing of innocent children in Sudan.
My fragrant perfume will not prevent a puppy from getting kicked or a kitty from being drowned.
We have become far too infatuated with things which are temporal and have neglected items of eternal worth.
I look at the Kardashians and pity them. They know not what real beauty is.