We Made it Another Month!

It's Sunday night, and we made it the five days! My friend Gail came up Friday night and we took Maren to dinner. We started indoctrinating her into the YA-YA sisterhood. Part of her was horrified, (Gail gave her, her annual Victoria Secret bag at Anthony's) and part of her was laughing hysterically. At its best the YA-YA sisterhood prepares us women for the not so fun parts of being a woman, but helps us look at it with humor and optimism. At it's worst we torture each other in ways only women can. I'm not sure where I'd be without all the great women who have influenced me in my life. I might be on Oprah though for heinous acts against my family and children!

I remember when I was about 15 and living with dad in the apartment. We had a renter downstairs that came up almost every night to eat dinner and watch T.V., Dave Shott. As a typical girl going through major PMS, I was crying at the dinner table, saying I hated my life and I just wanted to die. Dad turns to Dave and says, "Do you think there's something wrong with her?" Dave looks at me, and says I don't know. Dad's like, "That's it, if you don't pull yourself up by your bootstraps, I'm taking you to the doctor." "You have no reason to be this unhappy!" At that point I could have used a little bit of the sisterhood! Steve is so much more enlightened than my dad about hormones, yet I knew dad loved me. . . Now it's just a pleasant memory.