Do you remember the song by Laura Branigan called the “Name Game”?

Shirley Shirley, bo Shirley, Banana, fanna, foe firley.  Fee fie Moe Mirley…. Shirley (and the song goes on using someones first name.)  Such a fun and silly song…yet it was a big hit.   I bring this up because it appears that I have an uncanny knack of coming up with new words but not with thoughtful reflection–certainly not on purpose, which even makes it funnier.   Let me give you an example.

One day I let out of odd sound with my voice.  My husband said, “What was that?” and without hesitation I said, “That was a burch.”  He looked at me funny…and asked, “A burch…what’s a burch?”  I said, “That is something between a burp and a belch…. you know, a burch.”    OK, the sad part is that I didn’t intentionally make up that word …but the two words just got mixed up in my head and I came out with a new word… Burch.

Here is another example.  We were talking one day about my father and how he was doing.  Without hesitation I told my husband, “My dad was pooped steamed.”  He looked at me very puzzled laughing and said, “What does that mean.”  In all innocence I said,  “You know what I mean.”  And then I gave him the definition… “My dad is pooped and he has run out of steam—Pooped Steamed.”  He started laughing again in unbelief that my mind could get words so turned around and give them new meaning.  It is embarrassing this comes so naturally to me and yet never intentional…which makes it even more bazaar.

Yesterday, while I was driving around taking care of some errands I was thinking about my life… you tend to do that with the “C” word hanging over your head.  Anyway, I was saying to myself….  “I wonder if people think I am addicted to surgery?   We have lived here for almost 12 years and I have had eight surgeries and currently face No. 9,  which came up with the question in my mind… “Marilyn, what is the surgery of the year?”  Now I am not looking to have surgery…but it seems to find me.  Afterall, I had turned 50 during this time period and we all know that means our bodies tend to need some overhaul… evidently mine more than others.   So all the sudden it hit me… I am a “Surgiholic”!  Is that what people think… I love to have surgery? Oh no…. this can’t be my legacy!  And then I started to laugh out loud.

Yesterday, I met two dear friends for lunch and was sharing with them my fear of being thought of as a “Surgiholic”.  Then my one friend said she must be a “Painaholic” as she just went through Cancer surgery… and then I looked at my other friend and said, “and you are a Prayaholic”, (which is a good thing) and she is a prayer extraordinaire… then we all started to belly laugh.

The definition of a holic ….Denotes addiction to the substance or activity of the stem word.

I have been a sugarholic, chocoholic, foodaholic, procastiholic, and now a surgiholic?  You know what I really want to be…… a prayaholic, a bibleholic,  a Godaholic, a praisaholic, a servaholic, a peaceaholic, a hopeaholic, a joyaholic… a loveaholic!

Certainly there aren’t any Cancerholics out there… I will never want to submit to that.

What kind of “holic” are you?

Blessings to you this day…  The Bible says, “Love the Lord you God with all your mind, with all your soul, and with all your strength”.   This is my hearts desire.