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Whew, non stop!

Last weekend we moved Mitch's mom to Arizona, and this weekend I am off to Vegas to see my little and only brother get married. At first I was really upset. The dialog in my head telling me that Vegas is boring for someone like me. Sinister tempatations lie there, gambling, alcohol and many other things. Then I was thinking I have to get a dress, find a hotel, how to get there, a pet sitter, blah blah blah.

I am such a little fart, cuz HELLO it is my brother's BIG day. Get over yourself Sober Chick. So I came to that thing we recovery folks call acceptance. Once I shut the committee down in my wonderful but sick mind I began to see thru the forest. I can have fun in Vegas! I then booked a flight, hotel and rental car for my sweetheart and I. Mitch does not drink or gamble (just cuz it is a choice of a healthy lifestyle, go figure! I love my Al-Anon "normie") and so we planned events that we both can do there and have "us" time.

We got tickets to Cirque du Soleil. Mitch was a gymnast in college at Illinois State and was a member of the Circus team there (he taught me how to juggle clubs, he bought me a set of pink ones -- I am learning new tricks and passing with him, I will have to show yall someday). We are going sight seeing and have gonna have sober FUN! Plus I get to see my brother get married, that is amazing to me and I will cry, I just know it. This is his first marriage (and Jen's, his fiance, I love her to death, the perfect balance for my brother) and they have no kids, only 3 dogs. These decisions are based from our experiences as kids -- growing up in a violent broken home and not following in that path.

I am grateful for my experiences as a child, and the pain endured. I began to follow the footsteps of my ill father, but have been so blessed with angels around me that intervention occurred before I fell into the depths of complete insanity.

I am busy with work too, but all things should reside after this weekend then we begin painting our home and making it ours. Yay.

grAAtitude, woot-woot!
- Trish, that she loved me and did not judge me when I was so sick and living in her house -- and for her support and unconditional love as I began my life-long recovery
- My sweety-Pie and the foundation we are building together
- that Olive did not hurt herself when she slipped down the stairs this morning (we have hardwood floors and our Old Lady has trouble sometimes)
- that I have a chance to blog today and catch up on your lives
- all the people that are a part of my recovery, MUAH!
- for my plants still hanging in there with their new mommy! (I think your prayers are working)

and . . .

hAApy HNT, I am placing my naked but alive plants today as greetings!

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