less about me
but more about me
blogging can be confusing.
if I'm not careful.
For now I think I'm doing alright.
I'm not sitting here thinking that people who read my blog are dying to know what I'm doing
how I am
their world revolving around my every word.
I just love to write
and my journey into recovery is the
inevitable story I have to tell
But not the only story.
Sometimes my stories are just about
fur and feet...
I've been looking closely at these little feet,
They are Asher's feet
and they are long with many lines
just like mine.
And then down here,
that's Tia in the sun.
She drives me crazy
but I still love her
and she photographs well,
And as I look over that picture I remember
how Tia is largely the reason I quit drinking that night
but that's yet another story about addiction and sobriety
for another day.
I guess I'm just really glad she's here
because of that story
with all her shedding hair and begging.
See? Usually all of my stories
come back to recovery.
But not all of them,
Sometimes they're just about a snow blower on a roof.
Because that's just funny
and living in Minnesota is sometimes
Another story is the one about
how Ryan and I got to go away for the day on
thanks to my parents
and we went out for Mexican
and there was so much alcohol around
but it didn't bother me in the way
I tried to predict.
Predicting is silly.
And look at how I did it again...
back to sobriety I go
with a husband that tells me
he's proud and I'm OK and we'll get through this
and then takes me to The Blind Side
even if I'm the only one who really wants to see it
and then listens to me talk about taking people in
all the way home.
He's so good.