Well that says it all. I’m well, I’m 5 years older, better, wiser, and because I’m 5 years sober it makes me really fucking cool! ( Oh, I still swear, just not around the little ones). I’m having the time of my life. How bout you? We had a blast at the beach.  This is what life is all about.  There’s no happiness in a bottle. It’s found in soft sweet cheeks, little kisses and being present in every moment. Five years ago I knew I couldn’t go on with the regrets, the hazy, sorrowful mornings, the wasted life.  Not wasted anymore. Hallmark or whoever decides these things says a ..read more

Happy Thanksgiving to my gluttonous fellow Americans and Happy PreChristmas season to my friends abroad.  I’m having a particularly irreverent, sarcastic day so what better time to sign off. Fuck yes. I hardly ever post anymore so it seems fitting to sail away with the end of the coming year. It’s been A good year and I’ve been blessed, however, I’m still terribly embarrassed and full of despair for my country as it slips into total disrespect and fear of those that aren’t white, male and have a warped idea of what Christianity is.   I have 5 grandchildren that I pray for everyday ..read more

    Yep. 4 amazing, crazy, wonderful, sometimes difficult years. Sober. In those 4 years I’ve experienced incredibly happy sober times and most lately some really sad sober times. There’s no doubt about it. Life. Is. Hard. Because of being sober I’ve really “felt” those really sad times and really “enjoyed” those incredibly happy times. Life is hard but better because I’m sober. 4 years. Need to think of a special gift as I’m still the Queen of Self-Care. 1460 days, 208 weeks, 48 months. 4 years Applause. On to 5. Should have had some  lipstick on in that photo! Sharon ..read more

Some of you guys have inquired about my whereabouts and well being. Warms my heart that some of you virtual strangers care. Well, I’m feeling fucking great. I’m keeping really busy. I still don’t watch the news but I developed a new philosophy, why bother. Life’s too short to live it all tied up in knots and anxious, so I leave the room if Husband #1 starts with CNN. My blood pressure starts to rise just listening from afar.  So on to better things. I have baby Eve two days a week, she’s a joy and such a good baby. My last grandchild. Well they had to stop sometime. The grandchildren are ..read more

Hey Gang!  Hope all is well.  I’ve had some inquiries lately about how I’m doing and where I am.  Thanks everyone for thinking of me.  Less than a week ago I would have said I’m absofuckinglutely amazing, and I am but I not. We had a real tragedy here on Saturday.  My stepmom was up early getting ready to go to the airport to return home after a wonderful Thanksgiving week visit.  She spent lots of time with her great-grandchildren and truly enjoyed herself.  I can hold that in my heart. Saturday morning she somehow slipped, tumbled down to the landing of my ..read more

Well, 3 years is a pretty f…ing  big deal. But yet it’s a normal way of life now. It’s my new normal and I like it just fine.  I’m 3 years older but better, skin looks good, I’m super healthy, no meds, I eat really well (just made this awesome hot fudge sauce, sugar’s still a problem), now that I don’t drink I can smell and taste food.  No anxiety, except about my pregnant DIL and mosquitoes and what the Olympics will bring back.  Exercise is easier or at least more enjoyable, sometimes.  Senses are definitely heightened when you stop numbing. Spiritually things are he ..read more

I loved the first movie, heard the sequel sucks.  But I love those stupid kinds of movies, I loved the Die Hard movies and used Yippie-ki-yay, Motherfucker frequently.  Hmm, I think we should bring that back. I live in a town where the 4th is a big deal.  Not because people are patriotic, but because it’s Ribfest, food, music and $8 cups of beer.  Any excuse to take your kids to a festival and get drunk.  What’s happening to us? I’m sure it’s just because I’m an old fart but …come on people.  Beer bottles thrown on the side of the road, along with firecrackers, tr ..read more

Well, I am at the beautiful beach on the Outer Banks of North Carolina, Duck, North Carolina to be exact, named not after the bird but a guy who used to do a lot of duck hunting ( how charming, maybe, stupid, maybe.)  It’s fine if we stay in this area, but venture out to the grocery store or gas station and you see cars with pro Trump stickers and I throw up in my mouth each time. Guns, cigarettes and fuckwad Trump, what the hell has happened to America?  If any of you readers are Trump supporters stop reading my blog and go grow a brain. If I offended anyone from North Carolina ..read more

I wrote the following a couple days ago but now I have something else to add. On Friday I got one of the best. gifts. ever. I had a virtual  meetup with a fellow sober blogger from across the pond. ( where did that come from, it’s a fucking ocean people! ) Anyway it was wonderful to look at and talk with someone who’s been on this journey with me almost as long as I have.   It was like seeing an old friend and talking as if we did it everyday.  I admire  her writing, (she hardly ever swears), her intelligence, her compassion, her grit and determination. It made m ..read more

Hi All. I missed posting at 900 days, so here I am at 906, thank you very much. Already thinking about what reward I should ask for at 1000, gotta be something good. Life is good, made it through the chaos of Christmas and the quiet of New Year’s, when you get to be my age life quiets down.  No parties, no nights out, we sort of cocoon, which is fine now.  When I was drinking it wasn’t so fine, it meant more time on the couch with wine. Anyway, it’s about the title to my post. It’s probably influenced by the start of another year, the fucking frigid temps we’re experiencing right now ..read more