Its funny how I seem to pick up books from the self-help section in the bookstore and gain almost nothing from them. Notice I said I gain almost nothing, so there is always a little moment where I gain knowledge of something about myself, or something I want to become. For the most part I read these books and go, I’m not as bad as I thought I was. Then I find myself asking should I get a book on being so green that I just don’t want to face the fact that perhaps I am exactly those books I can’t seem to pass up?

So I’m taking a turn in reading material as of last night. I read bits and pieces of the five love languages and decided my love language was all of them and my husbands was …well I can’t remember because I had already decided my love language was the right one and I’m sticking to it. I show my love and he shows his. I may not like how he shows his today, but I’m sure to love it tomorrow.

I spin my reading to a collection of books from Steinbeck I selected from a yard sale for fifty cents. I believe it is called, I’m traveling with charley….no wait…its called travels with charley. Lol
Same thing.
I closed on page 12 to watch scary movie three with my husband. I woke up wishing I had read more, but haven’t picked it up today. Troubled of reading more and feeling like I should have already published a book by now.

Anyway, the summary of this blog is, Yard sales rock, my love language is right, and I should have a book out by now.