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Life Is An Octopus: March 2010
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Life Is An Octopus. Let's talk about sobriety, being creative, and how the arms of the octopus that is life challenge us daily to become better people. Dear Baby Sadie, I am so very sorry for neglecti. Here Sicky, Sicky, Sicky. 160;Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the go. A Song Not Scored For Breathing. Okay, Fine, Dammit. Trains, Tutus and Tea time. Life Is An Octopus. View my complete profile. Now, I realize I was sick as hell but isolation is a scary thing for me at this point. When I wa...
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Drunken Damage: February 2011
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Thursday, February 24, 2011. Alcoholism by any other name. I'm addicted to the internet. Actually, it's more than that. I'm addicted to distraction. TV, Netflix, music, blogs, it's all the same. I need it, in the background, the foreground, the in between. I spend 90% of my waking hours in front of a screen, and the rest wishing I was. I check Facebook hundreds of times a day. Yes, hundreds. It's a problem. It's tough, and I haven't figured out how I'm going to do it yet. I work in IT, I develop webs...
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Drunken Damage: March 2010
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Wednesday, March 17, 2010. No Room for Justification. Saturday, March 13, 2010. Sunday, March 7, 2010. Spirituality is in the little things. I know God exists, even if I can't define him/her/it. I know it every time I see or think of my children. I don't how to connect to God, I don't know how to pray or meditate or worship but I know that God is out there. That's my spirituality. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Janet: my eldest daughter, now 11. Janie: my youngest daughter, now 9. View my complete profile.
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Drunken Damage: God is good!
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Friday, March 11, 2011. Fast forward to today, my boss calls me into his office and the directors of the company are there. He shuts the door and I'm thinking 'shit, I'm going to get fired.' But guess what? I GOT A RAISE! And it's nearly enough to make up for the income we lost from my husband. I couldn't help myself, I said to them, "I am praising God in my head for this blessing! May 15, 2011 at 10:53 AM. June 12, 2011 at 3:02 PM. I love when God winks at us and allows us to see his work. Good, Kind, No.
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Drunken Damage: November 2010
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Tuesday, November 2, 2010. The word care has many meanings, and today I am feeling them all. 1 A burdened state of mind, as that arising from heavy responsibilities: Work, which keeps piling more and more responsibilities on me. 2 Mental suffering: My alcoholic mind strolling hand in hand with my clinical depression. 4 Caution in avoiding harm or danger: My marriage, which is so fragile that one good blow could shatter it, so instead I walk on eggshells and keep everything bottled up inside. 5 To be conc...
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Drunken Damage: March 2011
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Friday, March 11, 2011. Fast forward to today, my boss calls me into his office and the directors of the company are there. He shuts the door and I'm thinking 'shit, I'm going to get fired.' But guess what? I GOT A RAISE! And it's nearly enough to make up for the income we lost from my husband. I couldn't help myself, I said to them, "I am praising God in my head for this blessing! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Janet: my eldest daughter, now 11. Janie: my youngest daughter, now 9. View my complete profile.
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Drunken Damage: May 2013
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Monday, May 27, 2013. I sent my husband to talk with her, he bailed, he actually left the house. Legitimately we needed toilet paper but did we really need it right then? I was pissed that he left. But later on I was so glad he did. At some point while her dad was gone, my daughter came down the stairs. I can't remember how our conversation started, but it ended with both of us lying on the couch, arms wrapped around each other, sobbing our eyes out. Can I learn to love myself AS I AM NOW? I'm a drunk ma...
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Drunken Damage: October 2010
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Friday, October 15, 2010. Congratulations to Jenine of Snarkyville. On winning the Gratitude Bracelet by Ellie! Thank you everyone who participated. Wednesday, October 6, 2010. Warning: this post is all over the place and more of a run-on ramble than a coherent post. You'll understand why by the end, if you bear with me. Tonight I wrote a friend in recovery this text: "I am so f'ing sick of catering to other people's expectations! No Would work have cared if I had stayed home a day or two? I thought I'd ...
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Drunken Damage: Congratulations!
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Friday, October 15, 2010. Congratulations to Jenine of Snarkyville. On winning the Gratitude Bracelet by Ellie! Thank you everyone who participated. October 15, 2010 at 11:11 AM. Congrats Jenine. I hate you right now, but Ill get over myself soon. Thanks for hosting this giveaway DD. Terrific job. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I'm a drunk masquerading as the perfect suburban mom who has decided to make a go of sobriety. This blog will serve as a chronicle of my journey. View my complete profile.
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Drunken Damage: Revelations: Part 1
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Monday, May 27, 2013. I sent my husband to talk with her, he bailed, he actually left the house. Legitimately we needed toilet paper but did we really need it right then? I was pissed that he left. But later on I was so glad he did. At some point while her dad was gone, my daughter came down the stairs. I can't remember how our conversation started, but it ended with both of us lying on the couch, arms wrapped around each other, sobbing our eyes out. Can I learn to love myself AS I AM NOW? I'm a drunk ma...