Most of us don't need a psychiatric therapist as much as a friend to be silly with.
~Robert Brault
I just staggered in from the annual Diva gathering at my friend Rae's house. Two nights and days of margaritas and non-stop talking, too much food, and too little sleep. The sun barely made an appearance, but just being together lightened our spirits.
What's a "Diva", you ask? Here's a snippet of a definition written by Diva Patti…
What Is A Diva?
She’s the girl you’ve known since kindergarten, or 1st grade, or 4th grade, or 6th grade, or high school…..
She’s the girl you giggled and danced with at girlhood slumber parties….
She’s the girl you talked to every night for hours on the telephone about anything and everything..mostly
boys…..
She’s the girl who was shy when young, and is now confident and sassy and fun…
She’s the girl you sang Christmas carols with out in the cold December night…..
She’s the girl you cheered with, danced with, played sports with….
She’s the girl who marched in the band or sang in the choir or performed on the stage…
She’s the girl who blushes at the mere mention of the name Coach Bondy….
She’s the girl who was homecoming queen and Miss Deer Park….
She’s the girl who thought she’d married the love of her life….and then found the true love of that life 30
years later….
She’s the girl who was always the clown, the tomboy, the rebel, and now, a strong and faithful voice for
the people of the town we love….
She’s the girl who overcame the heartbreak of betrayal, the grief of loss, the shattering of dreams and still
laughs and loves…..
She’s the girl who fought, and continues to fight, a deadly opponent who would take her too young, but she
won’t allow it….
She’s the girl whose child was born with a troubled soul, and yet she is there to listen and comfort others
when they are down…..
She is each one of us….all of us….separately or together….now grown into women who live and love and
laugh and cry with each other….and amaze many others with the strength of their bond….
~Patti Stringer McPeek
July 2013
Say what you want
about aging, it's still the only way to have old friends.
~Robert Brault
I also spent a lot of time with my parents. An MRI revealed Mama broke her tailbone and fractured her spine in that fall last week. It will be a bumpy road for awhile with her and Daddy. Please keep them in your prayers.
My sons came with me, and while I was off in group therapy with my girlfriends each night, they cleaned my parents' house and washed their clothes.
I mean it when I say I have The. Best. Sons. In. The. World. Amen!
Oh, and look what Tom did while I was away…
Nothing like a Cyclops Cookie (or two or three) to perk you up when you arrive back home after a long weekend of highs and lows.
Here are a few other sweet!s from the past week:
Monday: traveling back in time via photos and journals
Tuesday: dinner and shopping with your daughter on her birthday, even if it's just the grocery store and Subway sandwiches
Wednesday: weekday Mass; rainy days in a drought
Thursday: time at work to study for your next real estate class
Friday: a road trip with your sons; helping your parents; girlfriends; margarita machines
Saturday: how laughter lightens a heavy heart; a few rays of sunshine on your skin; your sons cleaning your parents' home while you have fun with your friends
Sunday: a few more hours with your mom and dad and sister; your twenty-something sons reading for hours in the car, just like they did when they were little
The next few weeks are going to be really challenging, but I'm going to do my best to keep track of the sweet! moments. They are the best medicine (along with a weekend with my Divas!)
I hope your week is full of them!
Long Hollow 
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