transition

Blogging started, for me, as a way to connect with the outside world when I was a stay-at-home mom with two little children. I wasn't able to get to as many meetings as I would have liked and the kids were simply too young to attend meetings with me. It was also a way to chronicle my life in brief, real-time snippets that I could have on record in the event that my kids ever wanted to understand Mom's day to day experiences.

A lot has changed over the last year. I work out of the home now and more often than not, my days are long. I will be at the clinic from 8:00 AM until 6:00 PM many days out of the week. When you are commission-only, you work when the clients present themselves. I get spotty cell phone reception in my cave at the clinic and by the time I am done with work, I am starving for sunlight and conversation that doesn't revolve around people's aches and pains.

My weekends are busy with the kids, and, now that they are older, I can bring them to the occasional meeting and let them run around the adjacent rooms.

My point? I'm not at home as much anymore. Not at home = less blogging.

I'm fine. I'm sober. I'm busy.

Have a great week. Don't drink.

I don't feel like talking about nursing school.

I'm not sure what I want to write about. Maybe my new haircut?

It looks a lot like this:

I look a lot like that anyway. The new haircut just pulls it all together.

I didn't go in asking for a Joan Jett. It just kind of happened. I'm OK with that.

I have missed my home group for the last two weeks in a row and I'm starting to get pissy. I have had my kids on my home group night since their dad is traveling and I don't want to bring them to that meeting.

Instead, I bring them to a Wednesday night meeting that has a daycare downstairs with a battery operated John Deere tractor that they can ride.

They think AA is the coolest. I told them that not all meetings come equipped with such righteous toys.

The 6 year old came barreling up the stairs at last week's meeting and said,

"They have leg-less bears!"

Of course they do.

She was referring to the ginormous bear chairs that look like a cross between a stuffed animal and a bean bag.

Leg-less bears.

Have a great week. Don't drink.

nursing school

I was accepted.

::big sigh::

(deep breath)

More on this later....

backyard high

This year, for Mother's Day, instead of waiting for over 45 minutes for an available table at our local Bob Evans, I opted for a day trip into my own backyard.

I packed a bag of Triscuits, squeeze cheese, water, and gum (don't ask) and headed here and here.

We had the entire lake to ourselves albeit too cold to do anything in it.

The beauty of the day was that I slept in until after 9:00. Had bacon, eggs, and gourmet coffee for breakfast. Left shortly after lunch time and was at the lake a little after 1:00 PM.

The biggest surprise of the day? The Taco Bell outside of Ansted is the best. Taco Bell. ever. Since they probably prepare only 12 orders daily being as how they are in the middle of nowhere, I imagine the high schoolers on shift were feeling ambitious. And generous.

Believe me when I say that if I were still smoking pot and got the munchies, I would totally drive the 40 minutes to get there.

Having had my children in recovery, I have never known a Mother's Day drunk or hungover. Days like yesterday make me grateful for my sobriety.

Happy Sober Monday.

how did I miss this?

Once again, another entry under How Did I Miss This?

I had ganache tonight.

The other night I had a steak with sautéed scallops and shrimp in a oyster butter sauce. Goat cheese was involved as well. It bordered on a spiritual experience.

But back to the ganache.

People, why am I the last to know about these things? I mean, seriously. And please don't insult me by saying, "Oh yes! Ganache! Hank and I order the chocolate cake with ganache filling all the time when we dine at so and so restaurant!"

Folks, let me give you a tip (since no one else is sharing personal information,) when you have a really great experience: let others know. Like, if you happen across a super hairdresser, a great beach resort, or some great pot a good massage therapist.

In the words of of our AA founders: pass. it. on.

I'm not even a fan of chocolate and yet I can't believe I made it to the age of 40 before experiencing this 8th wonder of the world.

That is all.