OK, its been said that I wake up with little yellow Disney birds chirping and fluttering about my head.   Its honestly not like that but I will admit to greeting each day with (at times obnoxious) enthusiasm.  

My husband is just the opposite.  He stumbles out of bed making the most guttural noises while taking verbal inventory of all his ailments and hobbling along as if on 2 bloody stumps, bless his heart.  We are so different with two completely different attitudes of the world and our places in it.  Its probably better this way; better that we are different, I mean.

Being this way doesn't mean I don't sometimes feel disheartened and exasperated by things I have no control over.  It just means that if I cant turn it around, I dissect the problem and figure out a way to at least make one aspect of it positive and hang onto that sliver of sunshine.  If I'm having a day where the cynical curmudgeon in me rears its ugly head the answer to regaining my chi usually lies in making a plan of some sort.  If I have something to look forward to it most always snaps me back, whether its a pedicure or lunch with a friend, it always helps to have that dangling carrot.

Mother was a happy morning person, too so I guess I came by it somewhat naturally.  She would wake us up each morning singing some goofy little nursery rhyme or perhaps "You Are My Sunshine".  Mother was rarely in a bad mood.  I probably would have thought everyone was just like us had it not been for Sister and her somewhat moody nature.  So, I guess it makes sense that I would marry a "realist" as Gary prefers being called.  As frustrating as it is at times, maybe its good to have that balance.