I Love You Just the Way You Are

As sung by Billy Joel

Don't go changing, to try and please me
You never let me down before
Don't imagine you're too familiar
And I don't see you anymore

I wouldn't leave you in times of trouble
We never could have come this far
I took the good times, I'll take the bad times
I'll take you just the way you are

Don't go trying some new fashion
Don't change the color of your hair
You always have my unspoken passion
Although I might not seem to care

I don't want clever conversation
I never want to work that hard
I just want someone that I can talk to
I want you just the way you are.

I need to know that you will always be
The same old someone that I knew
What will it take till you believe in me
The way that I believe in you.

I said I love you and that's forever
And this I promise from the heart
I could not love you any better
I love you just the way you are.


I woke up this morning thinking about how today would go. The major fund raiser- Hoop Shoots was today. I knew I needed to get my students, especially the wheel chair bound ones, into the gym where all the action was taking place if at all possible. I needed to find settings for them where they were actually interacting with their peers. Only three of my children were in attendance today. All three got to participate although it was touch and go for the kid with multiple personalities. He was hell bent on keeping up a commotion. It's beginning to get hard to empathize with him.

After work I went to pay some on my bill with Dr. Brann but the office was closed. Kind of weird, don't you think? From there I went to Wal-Mart. I went ahead and purchased a bike. I also bought a helmet and a basket for the front of it. I have no idea what's going to happen with my transportation. It seems to be most practical for me to let the white truck go and have the black one towed back here. The money that goes on the truck payment every month could go toward the IRS and Gibson's. I could look for someone among the recovery community to look at the black truck. It may not be as far gone as I've been led to believe.

Not sure why my sponsor has stopped e-mailing me. I wonder if she's judging me over the financial situation involving my mother. I have paid Mom back a third of what I owe her. The rest of my amends is coming from the case workers. Just this last week Mom got a new refrigerator, a new (used) living room suit and her front porch redone. There's talk of the bathroom being worked on. Those are things I would have done if I'd been able. So, even though monetarily I wasn't able to pay her back I was able to pay her back with services. She's got a host of people helping to make her life better and that came as a result of signing her up with the case workers. Those people have far more resources than I ever did. I think I can finally put the guilt behind me.

Oh, the song was playing on the radio when I got into my truck to run a quick errand before school this morning. It seemed to speak to me about acceptance of myself and others. So, I put on today's entry. Hope you like it.