Monday, November 14, 2005

It was a long, difficult yet exhilirating weekend. We had no kids for almost an entire 24 hours. That is always very difficult for me even though it is needed. We went to Park City and spent the afternoon and evening with nothing but recovering addicts. It was great to spend time with my "extended family" and at the same time the convention wasn't very good this year at all. That was just too bad because the recovery community has so much more to offer.

Upon picking up my children on Sunday I just had to turn around and take them to a friends to go to the business meeting to plan our area's convention. Now our convention rocks and everyone agrees. There is some controversy though. It seems the people in our area don't like the price. These are the same people that at roundtable expressed the desire for "different" events that are "free" or cheap. These are the same freaking people that spend hundreds of dollars a day to fix and they cant spend 100 bucks for a weekend of recovery. PLEASE!

My sweet baby girl (SBG) has a boyfriend. She has had boyfriends before but this one blows the phone up waiting for someone to answer. Sometimes I even wonder why they hang up because one or the other calls right back anyway. Internet! I try......I tell you I try and to put myself in her shoes. However, every time I do I reflect back on my shoes sneaking out the back door with a bottle of whatever was under the counter. I just can't go there.

My sweet baby boy (SBB) is sick AGAIN... I can't take it. He is always sick, getting over being sick, or just coming down with something. This child is not even two yet and I think more snot has exited his nostrils than I in my 30 something years of life. The very worst part of him being sick is I have to leave him and go to work. He isn't sick enough to warrant a sick day but he is just sick enough to warrant a guilt day.

That is my life... Just for Today.

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

I shall not give up. I have entered the community of blog. Even if from a far. Simply spying, a voyeur of sorts. But I have fallen in love with the idea of sharing my story. My history. My journey with the world. Preferrably incredibly beautiful women and maybe a few great men.

Today, I am hoping to figure out how to fromat this place so I can begin to write my story. I have seen on several blogs that some open up the history of who they are and share quite intimately with this web of friends. Sometimes I question the intelligence and then I remember the freedom I gained from opening up to my family in Narcotics Anonymous.

I think I will gain a greater level of freedom and much larger network of friends who may or may not share in my experience with addiction.

So Keep Coming Back and as I learn to navigate this community.