Another Major Award

I have no idea why Queeneenee gave me this award, it has been so long since I've blogged. (I started this in November, and just finished today!) But I am grateful. I've finished 5 classes, they are only 5 weeks long and they are intense. I've had to read on average 5 chapters per week and write 2-3 page papers per week with a 10 page term paper at the end of each class. I've had time to FaceBook, so if you see me, add me! I think most of the people who read have added me already though...

Anyways, my post is due later this week AND I have some time off for Thanksgiving, so I gratefully accept this award and will follow the rules:


DA RULES:

Answer the survey below…you can only use one word answers!
Pass this along to 6 of your favorite bloggers!
Alert them that you have given them this award!
Have Fun!
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Where is your cell phone?- onmybed
Your hair? onmyhead
Your mother? aredhead
Your father? retired
Your favorite food? lasagne
Your dream last night? blastfromthepast
Your favorite drink? coffee
Your dream/goal? traveleverywhere
What room are you in? bedroom
Your hobby? don'tgotnonei'minschool
Your Fear? losingmysoniAfghanistan
Where do you want to be in 6 years? noidea
Where were you last night? – Home
Something that you aren’t? drunk
Muffins? lemonpoppyseed
Wish list item? minicooper
Where did you grow up? Michigan
Last thing you did? homework
What are you wearing? what?
Your TV? works
Your pets? outside
Friends? apparentlymadatme
Your life? happy
Your mood? good
Missing someone? nope
Vehicle? hasheatedseats
Something you’re not wearing? socks
Your favorite store? VSPink
Your favorite color? yellow
When was the last time you laughed? today
Last time you cried? whenmysonleftforAfghanistanandidn'tsaygoodbye
One place that I go to over and over? work
One person who emails me regularly? justine
Favorite place to eat? luciano's


Ok, NOW I get to choose my 6 blogs (these are not all recovery blogs, just people I love to read):

Jess The Mistress of Mischief who always sends me inspiring little things when I need them most!

Diane at Cooking Blind, who I think has more faith in me than me (but I'm getting there).

Nancy at Off the Soapbox, who is just my Nancy and I love her!

Lou at Subdural Flow who just tells it like it is...

Mary at Letting Go, for her beautiful imagery and use of the language... like reading poetry.

And last, but definitely not least....

The one and only very awesome Steveroni. at Another Sober Alcoholic, Come On Down!

And that's all I have to say about that.

I will write more soon.

(I have the next 2 weeks off school and no idea what to do with it...)

You've Created a Monster!

You all told me that it was ok to buy myself flowers...

(ok, maybe not all, but I specifically remember JilliJava, Prayer Girl and diane saying it might be ok sometimes....)

So I came into some extra money this week and....

Yellow Garden Roses. Aren't they pretty?

And yes. They do make me feel better.

By the way, I'm on Lesson 13 on my Spanish CDs.

I am proud to say that I can speak enough Spanish to sound only moderately retarded to my Latino brethren.

¿entiendes?

Sick sick sick

I know you people will hate me for this but I don't care. Nothing, and I mean nothing, in the world can keep me sober better or give me more gratitude than a drunk at a meeting.

I'm not talking about US drunks, I'm talking about the girl crying with mascara running down her face, looking like a fresh-cut sack of assholes, smelling like Jack Daniels (which is really bewildering because she has not had a drink since Friday), and has so many problems that no one else has except her. She has been to rehab, but it doesn't woooork. Now she might lose her joooooob because they don't understaaaaand her. And everyone is meeeeean to her and juuuudges her. And now she might lose her driver's license because the cop was an aaaaaaaasshole.

And its annoying as hell, and I'm still a little nauseous from the smell, but I gotta tell you, it was exactly what I needed. And she won't remember a thing that was said.

But I will. I remember it all. Things I don't want to remember. Feelings I don't want to feel anymore. Places I don't want to go.

Thank God that every once in awhile some drunk stumbles into a meeting to save my life.

Does that make me sick?