Friday, September 9, 2011

Not related!

Ok, So I have been kind of slacking on my blogging and for that I am sorry, I am trying to get my self in a new routine and it is throwing everything off.

I need to laugh, so I figured others might need to as well.

So this is not a recovery related blog nor anything to do with my life right now as it is going, it's just for laughs, hope you enjoy!

HOW THE FIGHT STARTED

One year, I decided to buy my mother-in-law a cemetery plot as a Christmas gift...
The next year, I didn't buy her a gift. When she asked me why, I replied,
"Well, you still haven't used the gift I bought you last year!"
And that's how the fight started.....
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My wife and I were watching Who Wants To Be A Millionaire while we were in bed.
I turned to her and said, 'Do you want to have Sex?'
'No,' she answered. I then said,
'Is that your final answer?'
She didn't even look at me this time, simply saying, 'Yes..'
So I said, "Then I'd like to phone a friend."
And that's when the fight started...
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I took my wife to a restaurant. The waiter, for some reason, took my order first.
"I'll have the rump steak, rare, please."
He said, "Aren't you worried about the mad cow?"
"Nah, she can order for herself."
And that's when the fight started.....
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My wife and I were sitting at a table at her high school reunion, and she kept
staring at a drunken man swigging his drink as he sat alone at a nearby table.
I asked her, "Do you know him?"
"Yes", she sighed,
"He's my old boyfriend. I understand he took to drinking right after we split
up those many years ago, and I hear he hasn't been sober since."
"My God!" I said, "Who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?"
And then the fight started...
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When our lawn mower broke and wouldn't run, my wife kept hinting to me that I
should get it fixed.  But, somehow I always had something else to take care of
first, the shed, the boat, making beer… Always something more important to me.
Finally she thought of a clever way to make her point.  When I arrived home one
day, I found her seated in the tall grass, busily snipping away with a tiny pair of
sewing scissors. I watched silently for a short time and then went into the house.
I was gone only a minute, and when I came out again I handed her a toothbrush.
I said, "When you finish cutting the grass, you might as well sweep the driveway."
The doctors say I will walk again, but I will always have a limp.
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My wife sat down next to me as I was flipping channels.
She asked, "What's on TV?"
I said, "Dust."
And then the fight started...
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Saturday morning I got up early, quietly dressed, made my lunch, and slipped
quietly into the garage. I hooked the boat up to the van and proceeded to back
out into a torrential downpour.  The wind was blowing 50 mph, so I pulled back
into the garage, turned on the radio, and discovered that the weather would be
bad all day.  I went back into the house, quietly undressed, and slipped back
into bed. I cuddled up to my wife's back; now with a different anticipation, and
whispered, "The weather out there is terrible."
My loving wife of 5 years replied, "And, can you believe my stupid husband is
out fishing in that?"
And that's how the fight started...
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My wife was hinting about what she wanted for our upcoming anniversary.
She said, "I want something shiny that goes from 0 to 150 in about 3 seconds."
I bought her a bathroom scale.
And then the fight started......
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After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for Social Security.
The woman behind the counter asked me for my driver's License to verify my age.
I looked in my pockets and realized I had left my wallet at home.  I told the
woman that I was very sorry, but I would have to go home and come back later.
The woman said, 'Unbutton your shirt'.
So I opened my shirt revealing my curly silver hair.
She said, 'That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me’ and she processed
my Social Security application.  When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my
experience at the Social Security office. She said, 'You should have dropped
your pants. You might have gotten disability too.'
And then the fight started...
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My wife was standing nude, looking in the bedroom mirror.  She was not happy with
what she saw and said to me, "I feel horrible; I look old, fat and ugly. I really need you
to pay me a compliment.'
I replied, "Your eyesight's damn near perfect."
And then the fight started........
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I rear-ended a car this morning...the start of a REALLY bad day!  The driver got out of
the other car, and he was a DWARF!!  He looked up at me and said 'I am NOT Happy!'
So I said, 'Well, which one ARE you then?'
That's how the fight started.

What to look for?!?

So Meth is on the rise and more and more teenagers are using it because it is easy to get ahold of, and fairly easy to make.

As people we need to know what to look for.

When first starting out in addiction it is alot easier to help people then when they are already gone.

So here are some signs of Meth use:

Euphoric "high" state (excessively happy)
Paranoia
Decreased appetite/weight loss
Increased physical activity
Anxiety, shaking hands, nervousness
Incessant talking
Increased temperature (can rise as high as 108 degrees and cause death)
Convulsions at high doses
Chest pain, elevated blood pressure
Dilated pupils
Dry or itchy skin
Acne
Sweating not related to physical activity
Irritable and moody (mood swings)
Picking at skin or hair
Aggressive or violent behavior
Depression (withdrawal/tolerance effect
)

Meth is a horribly addictive drug that can ruin the users life and the people around them!

You are worth celebrating!

You Are Worth Celebrating!



YOU ARE WORTH CELEBRATING. YOU ARE WORTH EVERYTHING. IN ALL THE WORLD THERE IS BUT ONE YOU. THERE IS ONLY ONE PERSON WITH YOUR TALENTS, YOUR EXPERIENCE, YOUR GIFTS. NO ONE CAN TAKE YOUR PLACE. GOD CREATED ONLY ONE YOU, PRECIOUS IN HIS SIGHT.

YOU HAVE IMMENSE POTENTIAL TO LOVE, TO CARE, TO CREATE, TO GROW, TO SACRIFICE, IF YOU BELIEVE IN YOURSELF. IT DOESN'T MATTER YOUR AGE, OR YOUR COLOR, OR WHETHER YOUR PARENTS LOVED YOU OR NOT. MAYBE THEY WANTED TO BUT COULDN'T. LET THAT GO, IT BELONGS TO THE PAST. YOU BELONG TO NOW.

IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOU HAVE BEEN, THE WRONG YOU'VE DONE, THE MISTAKES YOU'VE MADE, THE PEOPLE YOU'VE HURT. YOU ARE LOVED IN SPITE OF EVERYTHING. SO LOVE YOURSELF AND NOURISH THE SEEDS WITHIN YOU. CELEBRATE YOU! BEGIN NOW. START ANEW. GIVE YOURSELF A NEW BIRTH. TODAY - YOU ARE YOU AND THAT IS ALL YOU NEED TO BE. YOU ARE TEMPORARY. HERE TODAY AND GONE TOMORROW. BUT TODAY, TODAY CAN BE A NEW LIFE. IT IS GIVEN FREELY.

THAT IS THE MIRACLE CALLED GOD. SO CELEBRATE THE MIRACLE AND CELEBRATE YOU!!!

Five simple rules to happiness

1. Free your heart from hatred.

2. Free your mind from worries.

3. Live simply.

4. Give more.

5. Expect less.

Just for today

September 9

Feet Of Clay

"One of the biggest stumbling blocks to recovery seems to be placing unrealistic expectations on... others."
Basic Text p.78

 
Many of us come into Narcotics Anonymous feeling pretty poorly about ourselves. By comparison, the recovering addicts we meet at meetings may seem almost superhumanly serene. These wise, loving people have many months, even years of living in accordance with spiritual principles, giving of themselves to others without expecting anything back. We trust them, allowing them to love us until we can love ourselves. We expect them to make everything alright again.

Then the glow of early recovery begins to fade, and we start to see the human side of our NA friends and sponsor. Perhaps a fellow member of our home group stands us up for a coffee date, or we see two old-timers bickering at a committee meeting, or we realize our sponsor has a defect of character or two. We're crushed, disillusioned-these recovering addicts aren't perfect after all! How can we possibly trust them anymore?

Somewhere between "the heroes of recovery" and "the lousy NA bums" lies the truth: Our fellow addicts are neither completely bad nor completely good. After all, if they were perfect, they wouldn't need this program. Our friends and sponsor are ordinary recovering addicts, just like we are. We can relate to their ordinary recovery experience and use it in our own program.

Just for today: My friends and my sponsor are human, just like me-and I trust their experience all the more for that.

pg. 263

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Labor Day Weekend

So it was Labor Day weekend and it was relaxing, fun, and well great. We (I’ll talk more about the “we” in a minute) really didn’t do much, just played with the kids and made sure that they had fun.

Friday: After work we took the kids to the fair and had a blast, spent way too much money, but the smiles on the kids face was worth it. Poor Kelli got scared; she wanted to ride this ride called the Rocket. I probably should not have let her ride it but I don’t like to hold her back or baby her. So her and I got on it, when the guy shut the door she said “Mommy, I’m not to sure about this” I asked her if she wanted off and she insisted that she didn’t because she “wanted to try it”. As soon as it started she was screaming (not the horrible crying screaming but the I am having fun but REALLY scared screaming) it was kind of cute but then at the same time I wanted to yell and tell them to let my baby get off, but I have to let her try things right? As long as I am there beside her to guide, help and protect her? See this is the part of parenting that I am not sure of.

Saturday: We woke up early (ok not really early but earlier then I wanted to be up lol) to a fire truck blocking off our road, I guess they were getting ready to have a parade, so that was fun. Then my real dad came down to see us, that I was only the second time that I have seen him since I have gotten out of prison. It was nice and we had a nice conversation then he took us all out to Dairy Queen. Then after dad left we took the kids swimming for FOUR hours, thankfully out of everyone I was the only one to get burnt. Then we came home and snuggled on the couch and watched movies it was nice.

Sunday: We go to church then go over to my grandma’s and have lunch then just relax.

Monday: We did absolutely nothing and it was GREAT!!!!!

Ok, now onto the “we”, I am dating someone, he is a great guy. He treats Kelli and I both extremely well. He is also a recovery addict. It is nice to have someone by your side that understands and has been there. Not that my friends and family are not supportive, but thankfully they have never been there. For the time being we will call him “S”, I don’t want to use his real name until he is more comfortable with this blog thing. He knows that I have a blog and he thinks it is great and is very supportive.

But anyways, other then all this nothing much has been going on and it has been great! No drama just a life that I am living and will be living forever.

Oh and Sunday was my 11 months. 1 more month and I have made it a year. That is such a big accomplishment for me and I am so proud of myself.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

New!

So a friend told me about this thing that you can do though amazon!

So I created a little store, it has to different sections 1) Some of the books that I have read and I recommend and 2) Other recovery books.

http://astore.amazon.com/recandme-20
Check it out! I will add other books as I remember them :) My memory is not what it used to be!!!!