Lost Post...

Shoot. I wrote a post last night and the darn connection blanked out, and it's not even in autosaved edits.

We stayed up pretty late really talking, like I mean, really, really talking. Sharing from the heart talking, me, Connie and my mom. We shared of ourselves, our hearts, our joys, our sorrows and our God. She has such a difficult time accepting any kind of gift, that the concept of the gift of God's love is almost unfathomable. Heck, the grace thing rather than works thing is tough for any of us...

But earlier in the day we went over to a neighboring town by boat and it was beautiful...we had a picnic on the boat of bread, cheese and then wonderful cookies...and the whole time Connie and I were wearing our flamingo and palm tree sunglasses.

We were on no schedule, even though my mom would always like to put us on one, but that's OK. She needs and does well with routine. We ambled, we laughed, we sat and had a capuccino and discussed our Diva Celebration and shared ideas about helping other women experience joy.

We continue to make people smile wherever we go. (Isn't that better than saying they are laughing at us?) And we forget we have the glasses on...and then we remember, and we smile first and it's contagious.

We found matching black outfits today that we will wear when we hit the road with Conversations with Connie and Kathy. Of course, I have to change the spelling of my name to begin with a "C"....but that's OK. Today we need to find Hot Pink accesories and we will be all set.

May you also bring delight to others. Smile first, you are guaranteed to get a smile in return!

Slipping off the See Saw

Yesterday was a difficult day. Today was a long day, but fun and productive in the spending time with people I care about department. Now the laundry, cat hair, books piled up high in the hallway, well, that's another story...

I think I almost got bounced off the See Saw yesterday, and it promises to be a bumpy ride, but I didn't quite fall off, and the ride is more balanced again today.

I sat down last night to write a post and I just couldn't. But today a care package arrived from The Extreme Diva herself, Jean Ann Duckworth, (www.extremedivamedia.com) with all kinds of Diva fun, and a CD mix. I imagine Cyndi Lauper's "Girls Just Want to Have Fun" is probably the title track.

My mom had her appointment with the neuropsychologist yesterday. She was nervous, and so was I. We filled out all kinds of questionnaires and my mom had several concept type questions to answer. We go back Monday to discuss the results, but based on preliminary discussion it appears that my mom is experiencing ischemic changes that are resulting in memory and cognition issues. The doctor asked how my mom and dad would respond to moving out of NYC to Danville. That isn't an encouraging question. I don't think it will go over well. Not with my mom or my dad. I am driving my mom back to NYC and going to a special dinner event with my dad Wednesday evening, though, so I trust we will have time to talk and more to talk about.

So Howie and I decided that out of our list of 24 characteristics that we came up with together that would be our ideal marriage the one we are going to focus on the most is laughing together, and the hardest one is going to be achieving balance in our lives. We also included things like putting the other person first, which is why I got off my derriere that was parked comfortably in our bed, ready to post, when he decided to turn out the light on his side of the bed. Typically I wouldn't budge, but for some reason tonight the key strokes just sounded much louder, and I decided the considerate thing to do would be to move. So my toes are cold because they're not under the covers anymore (of course I could have put slippers on, but I can't find them...I probably wore them out in the snow along with my jammies one morning) and my desk chair isn't nearly as cushy cozy as my bed. But I made a choice to put the other person first.

And I think that is the first step in helping a marriage stay balanced.
Of course I am self-centered. We all are if we really admit it. Pursuing our own agendas, getting frustrated when we don't have enough margin and one of our kids takes FOR-EV-ER doing something and we can't cross the next thing off our list, etc. etc. or just getting wrapped up in blogging in bed.

I think balance in marriage is about making more deposits in the other's trust/love account than making withdrawals. And the little things really do add up. It works that way in all relationships, really. Putting the other person first. It sounds so simple, but can be really hard.

Howie did make me laugh today. Really laugh out loud laugh. I have a very unfortunate experience of finishing other people's (especially Howie's) sentences for them if they don't get to it fast enough. Well, Howie didn't quite answer my question fast enough, I don't think I waited two seconds before I provided him with about seven multiple choice options to select from. He made a face at me. You know, one of those, "are you finished yet?" faces. But he didn't say a word. And then he shushed me again today. I get shushed a lot. Except this time it was while I was trying to talk to him and I didn't realize it but it was while a couple of our girls were singing the national anthem at the start of the swim meet. I deserved to be shushed (for a change!)

Live, laugh, love and keep the balance. Oh, and while you are laughing, make sure you laugh at yourself once in a while too!

I feel sandwiched. I hope the insides don't get squeezed out.