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March 29th 2007 01:13
Aislinn has been sick. Some weird tummy virus, and I would be lying if I said I'm enjoying it. Oh sure, she's seven, and therefore pretty much takes care of business herself. She barfs, and I just fetch the occasional glass of water, or slice of toast. At first, it was kind of cool, because she was so quiet, and I didn't have to leave at 3:21 everyday to pick her up. now though, I can't leave the house, and I'm itching to go to the gym. Plus, this has been a week so far, and I am getting a little freaked out. I have visions of some horrible disease chipping away at her stomach lining. I don't know what the disease would be, but it freaks me out the same.
HAve I mentioned lately how much I hate my husbands job? Yeah? Well, my blog, so my rantings so deal with it sucka! I just really hate it. I hate that he gets home so late, and that I am unable to leave the house (see sick kid above if you're a skimmer) and he just doesn't get home early enough for me to do things that I need to get done. So, I must rely on him, and if I give him a list of 5 items to pick up on the way home, I'll get one call to verify the items, then at least 7 calls to ask me as he gets each item, where said item is, or what brand, or what color would it be if a unicorn sneezed on it. Seriously. He can not shop. Plus he comes home with a lot that's not on the list. Like batteries. I swear that guy has an addiction to batteries.
Today I went to my Weight Watchers meeting, and as I was sitting in my cheap plastic chair, and feeling the meeting wash over me, and make me smile, I realized that this was my own little AA group. My dad did AA for many years, even going so far as to drag me and my sister Michelle to these friggin' movie nights. We'd watch some terrible movies about alcoholics and drug addicts, and once my dad thought it would be cool to bring popcorn for everyone, and when I mean cool, I mean mortifying to my 13 yr old self. First of all, I had a dad that needed to be in AA and secondly he wanted to bring POPCORN like this was the Happy Fun, Fun Cartoon hour? Jesus Christ. Somehow watching a woman drink her whiskey in the closet away from her family didn't conjure up good feelings of munching on popcorn and having a laugh. He thought it was a riot. It was just... SO DAD. I appreciate those movies now, as they scared the FUCK out of me, and even when I had Jonny via C-section I was to afraid to take the Percocet for too long. So thanks Dad!
Anyway, so after the total flashback moment, I went to my meeting, and I kind of wished they had incorporated a food addict in those movies. if they had, who knows, I might be Supermodel, well maybe not a Supermodel, but I would at least be able to buy my clothes at a regular store or something, It just seemed so oddly...... circle of life-sih. That even though my addiction is not illegal, and unfortunately, I like NEED food, and we live in a world where it's so easily accessible, and let's admit it, SO FUCKING GOOD that I need help with it, and there I was sitting in a meeting, and talking about who in my life inspired me. If they made me say the Serenity prayer, I probably wouldn't have batted an eye. Only difference between what I do, and my dad did in AA was that I have to PAY these fuckers. So I guess he wins. Hat's off to you dad, you found a way to beat it, and for free.
HAve I mentioned lately how much I hate my husbands job? Yeah? Well, my blog, so my rantings so deal with it sucka! I just really hate it. I hate that he gets home so late, and that I am unable to leave the house (see sick kid above if you're a skimmer) and he just doesn't get home early enough for me to do things that I need to get done. So, I must rely on him, and if I give him a list of 5 items to pick up on the way home, I'll get one call to verify the items, then at least 7 calls to ask me as he gets each item, where said item is, or what brand, or what color would it be if a unicorn sneezed on it. Seriously. He can not shop. Plus he comes home with a lot that's not on the list. Like batteries. I swear that guy has an addiction to batteries.
Today I went to my Weight Watchers meeting, and as I was sitting in my cheap plastic chair, and feeling the meeting wash over me, and make me smile, I realized that this was my own little AA group. My dad did AA for many years, even going so far as to drag me and my sister Michelle to these friggin' movie nights. We'd watch some terrible movies about alcoholics and drug addicts, and once my dad thought it would be cool to bring popcorn for everyone, and when I mean cool, I mean mortifying to my 13 yr old self. First of all, I had a dad that needed to be in AA and secondly he wanted to bring POPCORN like this was the Happy Fun, Fun Cartoon hour? Jesus Christ. Somehow watching a woman drink her whiskey in the closet away from her family didn't conjure up good feelings of munching on popcorn and having a laugh. He thought it was a riot. It was just... SO DAD. I appreciate those movies now, as they scared the FUCK out of me, and even when I had Jonny via C-section I was to afraid to take the Percocet for too long. So thanks Dad!
Anyway, so after the total flashback moment, I went to my meeting, and I kind of wished they had incorporated a food addict in those movies. if they had, who knows, I might be Supermodel, well maybe not a Supermodel, but I would at least be able to buy my clothes at a regular store or something, It just seemed so oddly...... circle of life-sih. That even though my addiction is not illegal, and unfortunately, I like NEED food, and we live in a world where it's so easily accessible, and let's admit it, SO FUCKING GOOD that I need help with it, and there I was sitting in a meeting, and talking about who in my life inspired me. If they made me say the Serenity prayer, I probably wouldn't have batted an eye. Only difference between what I do, and my dad did in AA was that I have to PAY these fuckers. So I guess he wins. Hat's off to you dad, you found a way to beat it, and for free.
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