I have my golf tournament tomorrow, and I hope it goes well.
It makes me nervous, worrying about what could go wrong, what might go wrong, that we might not make any more money, that it may rain, that I am going to forget something important.
Then I think, in 26 hours, it will be all done. For better or worse. I've worked really hard, and if something goes wrong, I will deal with it. It isn't my life - it is a job - a paycheck.
I had my first mammogram a couple weeks ago. They called back last week and I have to go in for a more detailed mammogram and an ultrasound. Apparently, this is pretty normal, but it still freaks me out. I immediately go to the worst case scenario. I am very sure I will be ok, and there is nothing to worry about.
I am going to watch some tv, and go to sleep. And tomorrow I will be golf tournament planner extraordinaire.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Better Day
Still have lots to do, and thus lots to worry about, but I am feeling more upbeat about it. Went to a meeting tonight, and then to David's transition night for the 4/5 building, and am finally home after leaving the house at 6 AM. I am exhausted, but more centered.
I am going to try hard to get to the 7:30 AM meeting tomorrow. I always do feel better when I go, and share, and help others. I don't know why - but it helps.
I am going to try hard to get to the 7:30 AM meeting tomorrow. I always do feel better when I go, and share, and help others. I don't know why - but it helps.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
So very overwhelmed
but, my sponsor tells me I am exactly where I am supposed to be.
I spent some time with her today, sniffling back tears as we discussed my sobriety.
I am happy to be sober, really I am. But, I hate feeling so goddamned sad all the time. I hate feeling the feelings that surface all day long. I wanted to drink yesterday. I wanted to drink so bad - so I could not feel the worry about my golf tournament that is going on next week. So I wouldn't have to feel like a failure because my job - fundraising - is going about as well as anyone would expect it to be in the worst economy since the great depression.
When I walked into work this morning, our assistant handed me a check for $25,000. She thought (bless her heart), that it would make me happy. Instead, I said, "That's IT?"
This check represents a grant that I requested - and it is only 1/6 of what we need for the project. The foundation it is from has recently given over 1 million dollars to a local charity. $150 K is within their means, and it honestly feels like a snub.
My boss came in and I gave him the news. His response was (with the exact same tone and pitch that I used), "That's IT?"
He is pissed. Add that to the less than stellar sponsorship amount I have recruited for the golf tournament, and I feel like a big failure. I actually said today, in a joking way, "I'm beginning to feel like I am not very good at this job." He said, "Yeah, me too." Then he laughed and said he was kidding. Only, it doesn't feel like he was kidding.
My sponsor says he was put in my life for a reason. If I was chugging along doing great and never feeling any discomfort, I wouldn't have to do "the work." The work to fill that hole inside of me from the inside. I have tried filling it with external stuff - food, sex, alcohol, etc. That doesn't work. I know that. But, it sure is easier than taking a good, hard look at myself recognizing the causes and conditions of my alcoholism.
Us alcoholics always look for the easier, softer way. It is time for me to buck up and do the work.
I need more meetings I was told today. By two alcoholics.
When my sponsor and I went to the meeting after we talked, we read from the Big Book - a story from the back. It talked about the exact same thing we had been discussing. We looked at each other and laughed. That always happens. I need to open up and fucking listen more.
I spent some time with her today, sniffling back tears as we discussed my sobriety.
I am happy to be sober, really I am. But, I hate feeling so goddamned sad all the time. I hate feeling the feelings that surface all day long. I wanted to drink yesterday. I wanted to drink so bad - so I could not feel the worry about my golf tournament that is going on next week. So I wouldn't have to feel like a failure because my job - fundraising - is going about as well as anyone would expect it to be in the worst economy since the great depression.
When I walked into work this morning, our assistant handed me a check for $25,000. She thought (bless her heart), that it would make me happy. Instead, I said, "That's IT?"
This check represents a grant that I requested - and it is only 1/6 of what we need for the project. The foundation it is from has recently given over 1 million dollars to a local charity. $150 K is within their means, and it honestly feels like a snub.
My boss came in and I gave him the news. His response was (with the exact same tone and pitch that I used), "That's IT?"
He is pissed. Add that to the less than stellar sponsorship amount I have recruited for the golf tournament, and I feel like a big failure. I actually said today, in a joking way, "I'm beginning to feel like I am not very good at this job." He said, "Yeah, me too." Then he laughed and said he was kidding. Only, it doesn't feel like he was kidding.
My sponsor says he was put in my life for a reason. If I was chugging along doing great and never feeling any discomfort, I wouldn't have to do "the work." The work to fill that hole inside of me from the inside. I have tried filling it with external stuff - food, sex, alcohol, etc. That doesn't work. I know that. But, it sure is easier than taking a good, hard look at myself recognizing the causes and conditions of my alcoholism.
Us alcoholics always look for the easier, softer way. It is time for me to buck up and do the work.
I need more meetings I was told today. By two alcoholics.
When my sponsor and I went to the meeting after we talked, we read from the Big Book - a story from the back. It talked about the exact same thing we had been discussing. We looked at each other and laughed. That always happens. I need to open up and fucking listen more.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
When I am disturbed it is always about me.......
When I am disturbed it is always about me. When I am disturbed it is always about me.
I hear that a lot in AA. I hear about identifying my part in things (resentments, arguments, etc.). That is a hard thing for anyone to do, I think. I feel like I grew up blaming others for things - and being rightfully angry about things. Anger and resentment were often worn as a badge. I would tell my friends, or family, or co-workers, or whoever would listen, with real outrage a story about what someone else did to me, about me, etc. and would feel satisfaction when they would concur that the person I was discussing was an asshole.
I try not to do that anymore. I fail, miserably, a lot, but I also can identify when I am doing it, and spend some time thinking about my part in disagreements. It is uncomfortable, as any time you hold up a mirror to yourself is, but it is making me a better person. A more honest person, a more empathetic person, and a more sincere person.
I am sitting here fuming because my husband has not gone outside to mow/rake the lawn yet. It is 10 AM, it looks like it is going to rain, and he has just spent the last two hours that he could have been outside sitting by his computer.
Instead of mentioning that the jungle that is our lawn is not going to mow itself (and I am truly embarrassed by the mess that it is right now - our neighbors are likely talking about us), I am sitting here bottling it up inside and thinking there is no reason for him to be schlepping the laundry around.
I finally broke down and said "Why don't you leave that for me and you go outside and do the lawn?" He dropped it and walked outside, angry.
So, what is my part? I am able bodied. I could do the outside stuff but I just don't wanna. My husband likely feels angry that I am expecting him to do it all outside while I slept late. He worked all week, commuted 2 hours each day, and helped take the kids to their activities in the evenings.
I need to be more understanding.
I hear that a lot in AA. I hear about identifying my part in things (resentments, arguments, etc.). That is a hard thing for anyone to do, I think. I feel like I grew up blaming others for things - and being rightfully angry about things. Anger and resentment were often worn as a badge. I would tell my friends, or family, or co-workers, or whoever would listen, with real outrage a story about what someone else did to me, about me, etc. and would feel satisfaction when they would concur that the person I was discussing was an asshole.
I try not to do that anymore. I fail, miserably, a lot, but I also can identify when I am doing it, and spend some time thinking about my part in disagreements. It is uncomfortable, as any time you hold up a mirror to yourself is, but it is making me a better person. A more honest person, a more empathetic person, and a more sincere person.
I am sitting here fuming because my husband has not gone outside to mow/rake the lawn yet. It is 10 AM, it looks like it is going to rain, and he has just spent the last two hours that he could have been outside sitting by his computer.
Instead of mentioning that the jungle that is our lawn is not going to mow itself (and I am truly embarrassed by the mess that it is right now - our neighbors are likely talking about us), I am sitting here bottling it up inside and thinking there is no reason for him to be schlepping the laundry around.
I finally broke down and said "Why don't you leave that for me and you go outside and do the lawn?" He dropped it and walked outside, angry.
So, what is my part? I am able bodied. I could do the outside stuff but I just don't wanna. My husband likely feels angry that I am expecting him to do it all outside while I slept late. He worked all week, commuted 2 hours each day, and helped take the kids to their activities in the evenings.
I need to be more understanding.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Sick
Being sick sucks.
I have a minor case of the flu I think. I have some tummy issues, I am exhausted, my head is pounding, I have a slight fever, and I am achey. And, I am supposed to go to Springsteen tomorrow and then to NYC with my husband for a long weekend.
I had a meeting at work this AM, and went in yesterday for a few hours to prepare. I also went in for the 7 AM meeting today. But, now I am home, in my jammies, advil-ed up, and ready to rest all day. And night. I might even miss my home group meeting in the hopes of feeling better for tomorrow.
Part of my problem when I am sick is I usually don't stop completely. I do the things that I deem HAVE to be done (like this AM's meeting). My colleague reminded me yesterday I could cancel the meeting, but that wasn't acceptable to me. I did what I had to, and now I can relax for the day (except for a few phone calls and I might write a grant).
Tomorrow I have an appointment with a new dentist. Besides my general sicky-ness, I have a toothache. I had a filling replaced last week, and felt that I really wanted to change dentists (long story). So, I handled that.
I will go to work tomorrow, go to the dentist, go back to work for awhile, go home and pack up for myself and the kids (they are staying at my parents), and then my husband and I are going to Albany, checking into our hotel, and then going to see SPRINGSTEEN!
I have a minor case of the flu I think. I have some tummy issues, I am exhausted, my head is pounding, I have a slight fever, and I am achey. And, I am supposed to go to Springsteen tomorrow and then to NYC with my husband for a long weekend.
I had a meeting at work this AM, and went in yesterday for a few hours to prepare. I also went in for the 7 AM meeting today. But, now I am home, in my jammies, advil-ed up, and ready to rest all day. And night. I might even miss my home group meeting in the hopes of feeling better for tomorrow.
Part of my problem when I am sick is I usually don't stop completely. I do the things that I deem HAVE to be done (like this AM's meeting). My colleague reminded me yesterday I could cancel the meeting, but that wasn't acceptable to me. I did what I had to, and now I can relax for the day (except for a few phone calls and I might write a grant).
Tomorrow I have an appointment with a new dentist. Besides my general sicky-ness, I have a toothache. I had a filling replaced last week, and felt that I really wanted to change dentists (long story). So, I handled that.
I will go to work tomorrow, go to the dentist, go back to work for awhile, go home and pack up for myself and the kids (they are staying at my parents), and then my husband and I are going to Albany, checking into our hotel, and then going to see SPRINGSTEEN!
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Kids
are so cute. And so crazy.
My son had his first lacrosse game today, which actually turned out to be a lacrosse tournament. After much confusion (no-one seemed to know who was playing where, or when), they got started. We had a whole cheering section, including 4 gradparents, an aunt, two parents, and a sibling.
It was fun. And hot. I ended up having to leave before the second game, as my 4 year old got extremely cranky and threw a bottle of gatorade at me. So, she had to be punished and her punishment was to leave. I am now home, she is out of the bath (man, she got filthy!) and is lying in bed watching tv. She is completely exhausted. We went out to dinner last night, then minature golfing, then out for ice cream, and she was up at 5 AM this morning. Then, she spent 3/12 hours running in the heat with her friends at the fields. So, she is wiped. So am I actually.
I am getting ready to get spaghetti and meatballs and salad and garlic bread ready for dinner. I am so pleased we are having a nice weekend. Back when I was drinking, this stuff wouldn't have been possible. I was more isolated - I wouldn't have wanted to chat with the other mothers and fathers at the game. I wouldn't have felt comfortable in my skin. I would have been waiting until I could get home and drink.
Tomorrow we are going out to brunch with like 25 people for Mother's Day! My mom and stepdad, my dad and stepmom, my sister, and my husband's entire extended family. It should be interesting. I told my husband all I wanted for Mother's Day was him to do the shopping for everyone else's gifts. :)
Well, off to cook and clean up the kitchen!
My son had his first lacrosse game today, which actually turned out to be a lacrosse tournament. After much confusion (no-one seemed to know who was playing where, or when), they got started. We had a whole cheering section, including 4 gradparents, an aunt, two parents, and a sibling.
It was fun. And hot. I ended up having to leave before the second game, as my 4 year old got extremely cranky and threw a bottle of gatorade at me. So, she had to be punished and her punishment was to leave. I am now home, she is out of the bath (man, she got filthy!) and is lying in bed watching tv. She is completely exhausted. We went out to dinner last night, then minature golfing, then out for ice cream, and she was up at 5 AM this morning. Then, she spent 3/12 hours running in the heat with her friends at the fields. So, she is wiped. So am I actually.
I am getting ready to get spaghetti and meatballs and salad and garlic bread ready for dinner. I am so pleased we are having a nice weekend. Back when I was drinking, this stuff wouldn't have been possible. I was more isolated - I wouldn't have wanted to chat with the other mothers and fathers at the game. I wouldn't have felt comfortable in my skin. I would have been waiting until I could get home and drink.
Tomorrow we are going out to brunch with like 25 people for Mother's Day! My mom and stepdad, my dad and stepmom, my sister, and my husband's entire extended family. It should be interesting. I told my husband all I wanted for Mother's Day was him to do the shopping for everyone else's gifts. :)
Well, off to cook and clean up the kitchen!
Hockey
I am trying to decide if buying season tickets to our new AHL Hockey team is a good idea or a bad idea.
If you know me, you know I am not a big sports fan.
You also know that I don't particularly like hockey.
So, what is it that is making me feel this compulsion to spend a ton of money in order to spend two nights a week for six months in an ice rink with screaming fans?
I wish I knew. My husband looked at me like I had six heads when I suggested buying tickets. My father laughed. My boss said I was nuts.
My parents (mom and dad - pre-divorce) had season tickets for years to our old AHL team when we were young. They had seats near our family friends, and going to the hockey games was always a fun experience. I remember running around the venue, with my friends, and just feeling like the world was right. I remember my parents going out many Wednesday and Saturday nights - with my sister and I staying home with a babysitter. I enjoyed that as a child - I felt safe. My parents were out together, having fun, and we were home having fun with a sitter. I loved it.
So, I am sure there is some nostalgia at work here. Have I mentioned that a few years ago my husband and I almost bought a motel? We have absolutely no desire to own a motel, but guess who did own one when we were growing up?
You would think that from a psychological standpoint, I would attempt to do things as differently from my biological parents as I could. I mean, they had one of the ugliest divorces on record and actually couldn't even speak to each other civilly for almost 20 years afterwords. (They now do, Thank God).
However, I am instead attempting to emmulate their failed marriage in many ways. What the hell is that about?
In any case, I still want tickets. I even want them in the same section. Here are my reasons for wanting them:
1.) Automatic date nights with my husband. We are so very busy, and this would force us to take some time for fun and time away from the kids.
2.) Fun family nights. We would only buy 2 season tickets, but we can buy tickets for the kids on certain weekend nights as well and have family time. Especially nice through the long winter - it would be nice to have something to do.
3.) Ability for my husband and I to do things with our friends. If we have season tickets, and one of us does not want to/can't go a certain night, we could go with friends. Or, one of us could bring our son.
4.) Networking and career development. Apparently, this is one of the largest things to happen in this small town in years. A lot of people I need to know for and from work will have tickets. A good way to stay in contact with people - in a social way (very good for fundraising!) I need to be out in the community more.
5.) Maybe I will like hockey more as an adult???
And, the cons:
1.) $$$$$$ this is not a cheap undertaking
2.) The feeling of "having" to go to get our $$$ worth.
3.) We could be too busy for this! Husband travels. I work evenings a lot.
4.) Having to pay a babysitter a lot more.
If you know me, you know I am not a big sports fan.
You also know that I don't particularly like hockey.
So, what is it that is making me feel this compulsion to spend a ton of money in order to spend two nights a week for six months in an ice rink with screaming fans?
I wish I knew. My husband looked at me like I had six heads when I suggested buying tickets. My father laughed. My boss said I was nuts.
My parents (mom and dad - pre-divorce) had season tickets for years to our old AHL team when we were young. They had seats near our family friends, and going to the hockey games was always a fun experience. I remember running around the venue, with my friends, and just feeling like the world was right. I remember my parents going out many Wednesday and Saturday nights - with my sister and I staying home with a babysitter. I enjoyed that as a child - I felt safe. My parents were out together, having fun, and we were home having fun with a sitter. I loved it.
So, I am sure there is some nostalgia at work here. Have I mentioned that a few years ago my husband and I almost bought a motel? We have absolutely no desire to own a motel, but guess who did own one when we were growing up?
You would think that from a psychological standpoint, I would attempt to do things as differently from my biological parents as I could. I mean, they had one of the ugliest divorces on record and actually couldn't even speak to each other civilly for almost 20 years afterwords. (They now do, Thank God).
However, I am instead attempting to emmulate their failed marriage in many ways. What the hell is that about?
In any case, I still want tickets. I even want them in the same section. Here are my reasons for wanting them:
1.) Automatic date nights with my husband. We are so very busy, and this would force us to take some time for fun and time away from the kids.
2.) Fun family nights. We would only buy 2 season tickets, but we can buy tickets for the kids on certain weekend nights as well and have family time. Especially nice through the long winter - it would be nice to have something to do.
3.) Ability for my husband and I to do things with our friends. If we have season tickets, and one of us does not want to/can't go a certain night, we could go with friends. Or, one of us could bring our son.
4.) Networking and career development. Apparently, this is one of the largest things to happen in this small town in years. A lot of people I need to know for and from work will have tickets. A good way to stay in contact with people - in a social way (very good for fundraising!) I need to be out in the community more.
5.) Maybe I will like hockey more as an adult???
And, the cons:
1.) $$$$$$ this is not a cheap undertaking
2.) The feeling of "having" to go to get our $$$ worth.
3.) We could be too busy for this! Husband travels. I work evenings a lot.
4.) Having to pay a babysitter a lot more.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Mobile blogging is pretty cool. I am at the dentist (in the waiting room). This morning was rough. I am tired and I have a very full day. I have a ton to do at work, two appointments (dentist and doctor), and an evening 4 hour cpr training. I won't be home until 10:30. I will get through it and really enjoy sleeping in on saturday!
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Springsteen
I love Springsteen. Next week my husband and I are going to see him in Albany. I am super excited about it.
While I am looking forward to it, I also can't help but think of the last time we saw him. It was November 2007. It was maybe 3 weeks before I got sober. My husband and I and our friends J & A had gotten tickets together to see him in Albany. We had gone together a few years back to see him at the Meadowlands and had a ball - tailgating with lots of beer.
This show didn't turn out so well. My friend J had surgery the day before the show and couldn't go. So, A brought their son. I had a couple of beers before we left and brought one for the road (I always used to do that - the husband would drive and I would drink in the passenger seat). I was being super responsible in my mind because I only brought one - not a six pack - to drink in the car since my friend's son was with us. I had some sort-of twisted logic that one beer for the road wasn't an issue - it was just a little badass and naughty - not indicative of a real problem.
Once we got there, I didn't buy any beer. I didn't want to be the only one drinking. A wasn't drinking since he son was there, and my husband doesn't drink plus he was driving.
When we arrived home several hours later, I couldn't sleep. I knew it was because I wasn't drunk. Most nights I just passed out. I hadn't had enough t pass out (hell, I hadn't had enough to be buzzed). It was too late to keep drinking so I tried to sleep. I remember sobbing in my bed because I was so hopelessly addicted to alcohol. I couldn't even sleep without it.
I asked my husband, at like 3 AM, if he thought I was an alcoholic. He said he didn't know.
The next day I resumed my regular intake - starting to drink as soon as my son got off the school bus and I felt much more normal.
Thank God that is not my normal anymore. I am not a slave to it. I don't need it to feel normal.
And, my husband and I are going to have the best time! After Springsteen we are staying over in Albany. Then, we are going to NYC for the weekend. We are using his hotel points from all his travel for work. We are going to wander around the city and sleep late eat when what we want when we want (but cheaply - I have deemed it will be a cheap weekend so I am looking up all cheap things to do in the city). And, I will not be drunk for one minute of it!!!
While I am looking forward to it, I also can't help but think of the last time we saw him. It was November 2007. It was maybe 3 weeks before I got sober. My husband and I and our friends J & A had gotten tickets together to see him in Albany. We had gone together a few years back to see him at the Meadowlands and had a ball - tailgating with lots of beer.
This show didn't turn out so well. My friend J had surgery the day before the show and couldn't go. So, A brought their son. I had a couple of beers before we left and brought one for the road (I always used to do that - the husband would drive and I would drink in the passenger seat). I was being super responsible in my mind because I only brought one - not a six pack - to drink in the car since my friend's son was with us. I had some sort-of twisted logic that one beer for the road wasn't an issue - it was just a little badass and naughty - not indicative of a real problem.
Once we got there, I didn't buy any beer. I didn't want to be the only one drinking. A wasn't drinking since he son was there, and my husband doesn't drink plus he was driving.
When we arrived home several hours later, I couldn't sleep. I knew it was because I wasn't drunk. Most nights I just passed out. I hadn't had enough t pass out (hell, I hadn't had enough to be buzzed). It was too late to keep drinking so I tried to sleep. I remember sobbing in my bed because I was so hopelessly addicted to alcohol. I couldn't even sleep without it.
I asked my husband, at like 3 AM, if he thought I was an alcoholic. He said he didn't know.
The next day I resumed my regular intake - starting to drink as soon as my son got off the school bus and I felt much more normal.
Thank God that is not my normal anymore. I am not a slave to it. I don't need it to feel normal.
And, my husband and I are going to have the best time! After Springsteen we are staying over in Albany. Then, we are going to NYC for the weekend. We are using his hotel points from all his travel for work. We are going to wander around the city and sleep late eat when what we want when we want (but cheaply - I have deemed it will be a cheap weekend so I am looking up all cheap things to do in the city). And, I will not be drunk for one minute of it!!!
It's morning
and I don't want to go to work.
Part of it is I feel exceptionally tired, but part of it is I just don't wanna.
The drunk me would have called in sick. I would have rationalized why I should take a sick day (I am tired, I have been working lots of hours, my husband has been out of town for 5 nights, I took over an event last week that wasn't my responsibility and made it work - the list goes on and on.....)
The sober me is getting ready, getting the kids ready, and getting there. I am doing the next right thing, and in this case, the next right thing is getting my butt in gear for another day. Even though I am tired, and a bit cranky, and the kids are fighting.
I have a list of things I need to do at work, and I will start it this morning. I know I won't finish it, but I will start - and that is what matters.
Part of it is I feel exceptionally tired, but part of it is I just don't wanna.
The drunk me would have called in sick. I would have rationalized why I should take a sick day (I am tired, I have been working lots of hours, my husband has been out of town for 5 nights, I took over an event last week that wasn't my responsibility and made it work - the list goes on and on.....)
The sober me is getting ready, getting the kids ready, and getting there. I am doing the next right thing, and in this case, the next right thing is getting my butt in gear for another day. Even though I am tired, and a bit cranky, and the kids are fighting.
I have a list of things I need to do at work, and I will start it this morning. I know I won't finish it, but I will start - and that is what matters.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Hey! It worked!
I just blogged from my phone. That is really cool.
This is the time of day I love. Kids are fed, in their jammies, and doing their own thing (David is playing his DS, Becca is listening to her ipod). I have done all I am going to do in terms of dishes and laundry. There is always more, but I have deemed myself finished for the day. I left work at a decent hour (4:15! I almost never leave that early), and don't have anything I have to do for work tonight.
I am on the heating pad (for my back - I tweaked it a couple months ago and the chiro suggests periodic heat therapy), I have my seltzer water, and the DVR is all fired up for House and Intervention.
I have a lot to be thankful for. I really do. I have work I love, and that challenges me. I have a support network. I have a loving husband and healthy kids.
Life is good. And, I am pretty sure it wouldn't be so good if I was still drinking. Thank God I stopped and found AA.
This is the time of day I love. Kids are fed, in their jammies, and doing their own thing (David is playing his DS, Becca is listening to her ipod). I have done all I am going to do in terms of dishes and laundry. There is always more, but I have deemed myself finished for the day. I left work at a decent hour (4:15! I almost never leave that early), and don't have anything I have to do for work tonight.
I am on the heating pad (for my back - I tweaked it a couple months ago and the chiro suggests periodic heat therapy), I have my seltzer water, and the DVR is all fired up for House and Intervention.
I have a lot to be thankful for. I really do. I have work I love, and that challenges me. I have a support network. I have a loving husband and healthy kids.
Life is good. And, I am pretty sure it wouldn't be so good if I was still drinking. Thank God I stopped and found AA.
Let's try this again
I officially suck at blogging.
So, I think I will try and blog more regularly. I have to say that it won't all be about alcoholism. Maybe I'll talk about my kids, or work, or funny stuff that happens. I'm going to make an attempt at least.....
So, I think I will try and blog more regularly. I have to say that it won't all be about alcoholism. Maybe I'll talk about my kids, or work, or funny stuff that happens. I'm going to make an attempt at least.....
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