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Here we are! Talking BALANCE! The first image that comes to mind when looking at what Balance feels like is being a kid on the playground on a see saw. Standing in the middle of it and finding that place where my feet are perfectly spread and I can keep the board flat. A little scooch and the board goes up or down and if someone comes along to mess with it, I may have to shift a lot to get it back to center.

What we are hearing a lot of right now, is things are NOT in Balance. Life happens, it's not perfect, so what now? Who do we get to be in all of this? Do we throw a fit and runaway from the playground? Do we chase after the kid who messed with it and react to the bully? Do we go home crying to mommy and pout that things didn't turn out the way we wanted it to be? Do we cry for a moment, get upset and then regroup?

THAT moment, THIS moment is about how we choose to get back into BALANCE. These moments are a statement of who we are right here, right now.

Judie: I used to be paranoid about showing my panty line. (Especially as Evelinda is the first to point out that my panty line is showing. Thank you very much.) Then I read that men find the panty line alluring as it is suggestive of what is underneath.

Evelinda: Wrong! You’ve been talking to guys who haven’t seen a panty in a while. To avoid the dreaded panty line, I spent years cutting off the legs of cheap pantyhose to wear under clothes. Several years ago I got brave and tried a thong. It was not easy, and I must have bought about two dozen pairs in a variety of price ranges and styles before I hit gold! But now I am a thong lover: "Nothing comes between me and my thong."

It was the second day I had owned my new iPhone. Me and the boyfriend were coming home from a fun night out. I was holding my new treasure in my right hand while I awkwardly twisted around the doorknob to fling open the front door.

 As the door swung open my grip on my new phone was momentarily lost and it went sailing down the entryway. I watched in horrifying slow-motion as it skipped on the floor… once, twice… and landed perfectly in the dog’s water bowl. I couldn’t move but Eric sprung into action- diving for the phone and pulling off the protective cover and the battery in a split second. I hadn’t even taken a step yet and he all ready had a towel around it, feverishly drying it off.

When I look at photos of myself in high school or college- I tend to feel a bit horrified because of my frighteningly casual attire. I wore a lot of too-big tee shirts and jeans. I think I was a bit self-conscious back then and tended to hide in my clothing.

I started to realize as I got into my 20s that I wanted more from myself in the fashion sense so I started trying to spice it up a bit. I think I really started hitting my stride a few years back. After years of being a mediocre dresser I finally felt like I was lookin’ pretty put together!

But… recently I began noticing that I was less interested in going clothing shopping. Plus, I’ve really been going through a change in the way I dress myself. I started pondering what could be going on with me! The girl who loved her clothing so much suddenly was becoming apathetic about them? I’ve even lost a lot of my interest in shoes. Ahem- what is WRONG with me!?

Ok…. it’s been YEARS since I’ve made real resolutions. Mainly because I always found that I was making the same ones every year and never really finding resolution. My own fault of course. But even with the lack of actual written resolutions I have still used this time of year to reflect and decide loosely what I would like to do better in the new year. It’s time I made it official again… possibly with more success? We shall see! Eternally optimistic! That’s me!

A new year does offer us an official date on which to begin our ‘fresh’ start, right? I’ve thought and thought about what my resolutions would be and this year I’m going to try my hardest to hold myself to them. I’ve enlisted the help of some loved-ones (including my sig. other) to help me make sure I reach my goals even if it means getting a stern look now and then.

 My first snowboard trip of the season has once again reminded me that my decision to move to Colorado has been one of the best choices I have made within my life thus far. There is something about the mountains that gives me a sense of total freedom and independence from my everyday life. As we drove West, I was both nervous and excited as I anticipated what the day would bring.  It had been nearly two years since I had snowboarded on fresh, mountain powder. Stepping off the gondola, the view took my breath away. Looking straight ahead the sun’s rays were beaming off snow covered mountains. A lake sat at the bottom with the reflection of the clouds amidst its water. 

Let me tell you about one of my favorite people in the whole world. My mom. One of the many reasons my mom is so amazing is that she has the ability to see me in a way that no one else can.

She has to know I’m not perfect- yet she fiercely believes that I am.

She loves to write poetry and her latest one was about a day we spent together a few years ago when she was visiting me here. She calls the poem “The Perfect Day.” It was December and I took her down to The Outlets at Castle Rock to shop for presents. We were listening to Christmas music on the radio and when we arrived at the outlets- it started to snow these huge flakes! There was hardly anyone shopping so we felt like we had a run of the place! We walked around enjoying the decorations and listening to holiday tunes… and it snowed and snowed the whole time.

It was The Perfect Day.

I remember a time when I had all of my friend’s phone numbers memorized. I didn’t just press a button- I used my brain to recall their numbers. I could rattle off at least 20 phone numbers at any given moment. All of that changed when I got my first cell phone. I didn’t have to remember anything. Every number I needed was right there at the push of a button. I got lazy.

When I lost a cell phone a couple years ago I realized I didn’t even know my own MOTHER’s number by heart anymore! What has happened to us!? Objects that are designed to make our lives easier and free up our braincells for other stuff are instead making us dumb!  It’s almost as if the braincells we’ve freed up have become little couch-potatoes… lying around eating Cheetos and doing absolutely nothing! A lot of technology isn’t helping us use our brains more at all! It’s causing us to use it less.

Doesn’t it seem that no matter how hard we try it’s nearly impossible to get EVERYTHING done? Lately when I get home from work I look around my house I sigh when I realize all the silly things that I need to get done. If I’m feeling particularly masochistic, I might berate myself for the big projects I have yet to tackle. Everything from the overflowing junk drawer to the wall with peeling wallpaper than I’ve been meaning to strip and repaint. It’s just not getting done! I don’t know how other people do it all. There just doesn’t seem to be enough hours in the day.

I admit that I’ve always has trouble staying on task with projects around the house. I want things done quickly and often that just can’t happen. The patience I have for projects at work just doesn’t translate once I get home! But I’m getting a bit better at managing my time. Mainly because of absolute necessity. My sanity is at stake!

Ok, ladies.  Have you had a mamogram lately?
I had mine earlier this year.  Please get yours!

On the subject of breasts, have you been fitted
for a bra lately?  I have!  That is where I got this
information on a fundraiser for the Susan G.
Komen fund!  See, it all ties in together!
Enjoy!