Tuesday, October 31, 2006

MORE MARRIAGE ADVICE (can you tell what is on my mind...)

This article was written by Kristen Armstrong, who is Lance Armstrong's ex-wife, and while I do not feel as she does about a lot of things in her article, I agree with some of her advice. I do know that Wilson can identify me as a totally opinionated woman (sometimes too much for his way of thinking I am sure) who is not afraid to stand up to him and fight for what I believe in - which in many cases is totally opposite to what he believes.

I revere the institution of marriage as my parents have been married for almost 60 years, and my brothers and sisters have all been married for 20+years. It is scary to think that at 40, I am just beginning on this journey called marriage. I have seen what is a good marriage and only hope to attain this with Wilson as we begin our married life together.

I know, as we have hit our incredibly challenged potholes, that I fell into a role that he never asked me to play. If you were to ask him, he would tell you that at one point, I was not the woman with whom he fell in love. Thankfully we realized that we want to be with each other and began the process of repairing the damaged areas of our relationship. I identify with Kristin Armstrong in her journey to regain her authenticity as I had to do the same. I know that Wilson respects me and wants me to be feisty, strong willed woman who knows what she likes, doesn't like and is willing to go toe-to-toe with him if it is that important to me. I have learned that I have to ask him for help as he is not psychic and to lean on him when I need support. Most of all I have learned that in doing this, I do not appear weak, just human and that is who I am.

Anyway, here is the article - I am sure that everyone can tell that I am focused on our upcoming marriage. My goal is to have a healthy strong marriage; to be a good wife and share a long life with Wilson. I know that happily ever after does not exist but a happy life does if you work at it.

"What I wish I had known about marriage"
Kristin Armstrong, the ex-wife of cyclist Lance Armstrong, believes that too many women leave their true selves behind at the altar. Here's the wedding day advice she wishes someone had given her.

The greatest conspiracy in modern history is not Watergate or the shooting of JFK; it's something far more ingrained and insidious in the way it distorts the truth. The conspiracy is marriage. It's not that I don't respect the institution and the belief I've cherished since childhood of what such a union could be. One heartbreaking and publicly failed marriage later, I actually revere marriage more at age 34 than I did as a blushing bride of 26.
The problem is that when a young woman announces her engagement, everyone is quick to roll out the matrimonial red carpet by throwing showers and obsessing over wedding day plans. This helps a bride prepare for the reality of marriage about as much as nine months of baby showers and nursery decorating prepare a gestating woman for the awesome task of raising a child: not at all.

Perhaps we are all guilty of holding on too tightly to our own Cinderella stories, thinking that the glass slipper of the perfect marriage will conform to us uniquely. Engagement, like pregnancy, is a fleeting and hopeful time, and those who have gone before hesitate to disrupt this dream with a dose of reality. So we carry a young woman toward the threshold of her new identity as wife and mother and abruptly drop her off at the curb, peeling out on two wheels with a honk and a wave and a wish for good luck.

Here is the truth as I see it: Marriage has the potential to erode the very fiber of your identity. If you aren't careful, it can tempt you to become a "yes woman" for the sake of salvaging your romantic dream. It can lure you into a pattern of pleasing that will turn you into someone you'll hardly recognize and probably won't like. I am warning you because I only wish someone had warned me.

The incredible disappearing woman
Ten years ago I never would have expected my life to turn out quite the way it did. At 24 I had bought my first house and was working for a high-tech company in Austin, Texas. I had adopted a dog named Jake from the pound and drove a cute little green Miata that I paid for in full. I was career-minded and single-minded. I was also headstrong and naive; I treasured my self-sufficiency so much that I scoffed at women who gave up their jobs, stayed home to take care of children or relied on men for anything.

Then I fell in love. I met Lance Armstrong, the Texas cyclist who was battling testicular cancer, at a press conference I'd planned for his foundation's first cancer fund-raiser. Soon I was joyfully sporting an engagement ring with a hefty rock the size of my dilated pupil in a darkroom. I was so enamored with my new stature as part of a couple that I paid more attention to my left hand than to readying my heart for the journey ahead. I quit my job, rented out my house, gave my dog to an old boyfriend, sold my car and moved to France so Lance could reenter the world of professional cycling. We got married and promptly had three children—a son and then twin daughters—who were breast-fed, toted between countries and utterly adored by their devoted, full-time, stay-at-home mommy. (So much for my scoffing.)

My memories tell the real story. I remember being a bride of two weeks, writing thank-you notes and pondering the strange ache in my heart as I grieved for my old name and independent self. And postpartum me in 1999, weeping for apparently no reason in the middle of the night as I sat on a sofa-size maxi-pad and rocked my crying newborn, Luke, while feeling utterly and terrifyingly alone.

If you ask me today what I truly love, I can easily tell you I love God, my family, my friends, fireworks displays, a good red wine, staying up late with a mystery novel, a sweaty run, painting abstract art, indulging my organizational compulsions, laughing until no sound comes out and taking my time. If you had asked me when I was married what I loved, I would have automatically told you the things that I loved about my husband: the confident, easy way he traveled between countries adapting to cultures and languages, or the way he could fearlessly MSH (our acronym for "Make shit happen," something we both excel at), or the little-known fact that he is a good photographer. I forgot my own list (and I'm a list girl!). Making him happy became my happy.

So this once-devout Catholic stopped going to church because it was inconvenient. Between my husband's seven-day training schedule and the impossibility of my attending solo with twin infants and a rowdy toddler in a cathedral with a Latin mass and no nursery, I gave up. I quit reading late into the night because the light was bothersome to a tired athlete who needed sleep. I put all the energy and skills that made me a good manager and account executive into errands, planning and mothering. But the beauty of a wife is not found in those things. The beauty of a wife is in her being, not in her doing. During those years I perfected my doing and neglected my being. I remember the day that revelation first hit me: I made a joke to Lance about being opinionated, and he looked at me, sincerely confused: "You?"

Getting back the real me
If I were to do things over again, I wouldn't have thrown myself so irrevocably into my new life. I would have guarded the things that made me feel like me —the places, the friends —and above all I would have spoken up about my needs. Instead, I will leave you with a lesson about how a woman can hold on to the bright, hard flame of who she is.
If your husband asks what you think, tell him. If you have a preference, voice it. If you have a question, ask it. If you want to cry, bawl. If you need help, raise your hand and jump up and down. I spent five years juggling kids, travel, cooking, smoothing. I never once said that I couldn't do it on my own, or that I was just plain tired. I became a prisoner to my own inability to say uncle when life squeezed me too hard. The warden was pride, and I remained in maximum security.

The time may come when you realize that the only way to restore the meaning to your marriage is to get back the real you. It requires warrior-size courage to take a stand against the miscommunication, deception and emotional distance that breed in the shadows of inauthenticity. You will have to boldly step up to the line and speak from your heart. You will have to own your words (spoken and unspoken), your actions (done and undone) and the consequences of both. If I ever marry again, I will have cue cards prepared with "Yes, I do know what I want," "Make me laugh and I'll get over it" and "I need you, please help me."

I know that one day my daughters will face these same challenges. At age four they are already starting to form their own dreams of a handsome prince on a white horse. Without destroying the beautiful elements of their innocence, I long to prevent them from a disappointment like mine —so with each step between now and then, I vow to myself and to them to be real. I hope that as they watch me painstakingly reclaim my hard-earned authenticity, they will manage to guard their own. And when they do decide to wed, they will bring to their marriages the greatest gift of all: a unique and unshakable sense of self.

Kisses to all,


ReRe inspires all with her love of Hallowe'en. Not only did she and iPod man win at their party this past weekend, due to her diligence our team at the office won Best team costume.

Here are some pictures of us looking very stupid. Please note how mushed our faces are and yes these pictures do equal a lot of pain! There are only 2 of the sorority members in it as Mellie and her damn ambition left us 2 years ago.

Yes, it is true, we are the Blue Man Group

DiDi is on the right, not that you can tell and ReRe is in the middle.

We are idiots, but prize winning idiots!
Happy Hallowe'en Everyone!

Rules for Marriage

As I was reading a blog (Suburban Hippie authored by Gretchen) that I frequent regularly, I came upon this entry which struck home for me as I am getting married in 4 short weeks and our Mellie got married about 5 weeks ago. I know that there is no perfect prescription for marriage and even though I believe that we have a healthy relationship (now that is), marriage is still a daunting prospect. I know that you have to work to keep it healthy and a happy place but I take all advice from people who fight the good fight everyday to heart. Here is the advice that Gretchen passed onto her daughter before she got married.

Marriage Advice - courtesy of Suburban Hippie
The best thing I can tell you is that there is no room in a marriage for deception; or I should say that once deception creeps in, there is all sorts of room, because it shoots your marriage full of holes. Always be honest with each other. That means accepting each other, warts and all. So don’t be hypercritical, either.

Don’t let arguments escalate. When things get too heated, walk away for a while — or grab him and hug him, or say something that will crack him up. And no fair, when angry, storming out of the house and taking off for God knows where and refusing to answer your cellphone. Walk away from him, but don’t ever deliberately make him wonder and worry where you are.

Be faithful to him. Protect him. Support him. Men don’t think the way we do, and just when he’s being completely impossible and thick-skulled it will transpire that it’s just him acting like a man. Try to forgive him for all that. Boys are different.

If you want him to be a good husband, be a good wife. Remember that he adores you and the you adore him.

Thanks Gretchen - appreciate the good advice.

Kisses to all,

Friday, October 13, 2006


So much has happened since my last post. Here is a quick recap...

- Mellie got married (see previous post for pictures of lovely event)
- Mellie went on honeymoon with Jewemy
- Mellie did not have major accident at Armani
- Mellie got sick when she got home
- DiDi got engaged to her beloved Wilson
- Wilson does not like the word engaged - would prefer to just be married
- DiDi and Wilson set the date - December 9th
- DiDi now on 'Bride Diet' - full on campaign to lose 15lbs prior to big day
- DiDi and Wilson are running away to St. Maartens to do the deed
- DiDi bought her wedding dress at JCrew.com - very pretty and yet fairly inexpensive
- ReRe getting thinner by the day - keeping DiDi company on the Bride Diet
- ReRe now the mother of a child in High School
- DiDi and Wilson having a reception at their house for friends and family on Jan 13th

I know that this is an incredibly boring entry but am drowning in work and other piles of crap! However, after next week things calm down and hopefully I can become my regular updating self again.

Kisses to all,