tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67500299127744650062012-01-02T11:02:50.135-05:00Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10278582335163982931noreply@blogger.comBlogger1261100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750029912774465006.post-52640457780874013332011-12-25T12:12:00.001-05:002011-12-25T12:15:00.365-05:00

So for many people this isn't the most wonderful day of the year.  And now the escalation of loneliness, sorrow and sadness seems insurmountable and so we hide out to drink, to use or to wail alone with tears that do not end.  But like the Grinch found out, this day came whether the Who's in Whoville had gifts, trees, ribbons and bows, or had nothing at all. The Spirit of Joy that day was in

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Yesterday was packed full from beginning to end. In my place of worship and fellowship we believe in serving others in our community and also in some of the larger communities nearby.  Naturally, the larger communities are the places that people often don't want to venture to, due to unfamiliarity, notable skin color differences, and fear of crime. And naturally, we like to stay with what's

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Well now, that brought you to my page, didn't it? A few Sunday's ago, our teaching pastor stated that you wouldn't want to fight naked, referring to putting on the full armor of God (Ephesians 6) to do battle in your day to day living. After all, this is a war we're in, you know. I loved that Pastor Brooks wrapped up this passage into one little phrase, fighting naked.  It evokes all kinds of

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It's hard to fathom that we went our separate ways 21 years ago. I wonder if you are aware just how much I think of you, always with love.  I imagine you in your daily life but in reality I realize that I'm probably way off in my imaginary world. This happens every year as your birthday and mine ride arm in arm, back to back. We stared at each other for such a long time, drinking in every

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Sitting in the doctors waiting room for my diabetic check-up, I picked up a magazine with a woman on the cover in a slick looking two-piece bathing suit. Not my typical choice of magazines but her age was mid forties and of course as I picked it up I went into a mental diatrabe against one's ability to look like this, blah, blah, blah. However, the magazine somewhat surprised me with the content

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Really? It's really been almost one year since I posted?? I am struggling to grasp the time warp. Time is tricky and of course, if we don't guard it carefully someone or something is waiting to steal it from us.   Thankfully, most of  my time is spent the way I want to spend it; family, granddaughters, activities and friends. I'm a super relational person. I LOVE being with people 85% of the

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.  I know I should be writing more often, but this year has been crazy. Crazy good, that is. Lot's of things are improving every day and I've spent some time in reflection on the past as more women, who are shadows of my former self, cross my path. About 12 to 18 months prior to Cliff's incarceration I began seeking out support meetings for me. I was fledgling and he was floundering and

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Being a recovering codependent isn't easy. What others do day in and day out "just because" isn't so easy for one like me. We scrutinize our every  move. We question many of our day to day decisions as to whether or not we are being enabling or codependent. It happens at home, at work and even among extended family gatherings. Sigh. Truly, ignorance is bliss. Sometimes. I'm amazed at what I've

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If you haven't heard of K2, get ready for a new controversy that needs to be addressed. K2 is on the streets and in some states has been deemed illegal. Other states are undecided. K2 has been touted among many as a safe choice for those who'd like a little sumpin, sumpin. Some call it incense and some call it synthetic marijuana. Either way, it's creating a lot of questions and decisions

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Its been a deadly year. Natural death is expected. All the rest is a jolt to the system. Two weeks ago the daughter of a local woman was found dead in her car due to a heroin overdose. Years of enabling revealed itself with this horrible outcome. Last weekend the news was filled with the story of a murder-suicide in our community that hit everyone hard. A mother with a special needs daughter was

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The human body and mind is amazing. Oh, how quickly we forget the pain!  Well, most of it. When things are going well in the world of those closest to us, we don't call to mind the pain of the past. Usually. When I look at Cliff today it's hard to believe where we've been. Some of the pictures are fading in my minds eye of his appearance, demeanor and pattern of days gone by. I must admit that I

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Too many days have passed for me to catch you up to date, so I begin from today. Day after day the news becomes more dreadful locally, nationally, and globally. Oft times, we are left scratching our heads and muttering upward, shaking our fist at God asking, "what gives?" Sickness, death, murder and the like are fronting our days. The media blasts us 24 hours a day with all the ills of the

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In the world of recovery it would be so comforting to be able to say that all is smooth sailing. But life as God created means the sun comes up and the sun goes down and in the midst of 24 hours life goes on often with stops and starts. Just when you begin to feel as if things are humming along nicely you get a call or hear from someone with news that can be disturbing, unsettling or downright

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In the wonderful world of steel, which is the world in which I work, we use a range of measuring devices many times a day. Tape measures, micrometers and callipers. Oft times, we are asked about the tolerance on specific sizes of steel and what the measurement truly is on cut pieces. Since a customer pays for steel by the pound, we have to be as accurate as possible so that they know we are not

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I was wracked with grief last week. Not from any one thing in particular but a mounting sort of grief. This happens on occasion when I'm frustrated with the things I cannot change. This is the gut-wrenching hard part of recovery. This is the hard part of trusting God, my Higher Power, with everything, absolutely everything. I keep taking it back to "help a little bit" and suffering all the

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 In 2003 Mom's life was cut short by one of the many dreaded brain diseases popping up daily. Yesterday my parents would have celebrated their 60th wedding anniversary and I'm sure Dad raised a glass in Mom's honor. The following piece was written in 2002 for another posting and I share it with you now. A Promise Kept "Love is said to evaporate if it's not mutual, if the other person

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Working hard to be set free from the past that tries to entangle me and keep me from soaring sounds so simple but it's very hard work. There are days I feel as if my feet are stuck in a pool of molasses. As the New Year approached, I determined that this year is going to be very different from the last 55. Or at least the last 30'ish adult years of my life.That being said, I'm currently enrolled

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The first time we met, she seemed a bit of a misfit. Not obtrusively different but something was not like the rest of us. It was euchre night and she hadn't played much, she announced loudly. All the while her hands shook and she just seemed ill at ease. The night continued on and as we moved from table to table, I didn't give her another thought. I don't remember how much time lapsed before I

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It's excruciatingly painful to watch friends go through what you've been through. Having nothing to offer but an ear makes me feel worthless. I know I'm not, but the enemy of my new life would like me to believe that I should be jumping in where I don't belong. Nothing makes that enemy happier than me living my life in turmoil. The quicker I begin to recognize his whisper, his thoughts, his

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A new day, a new year, a new decade! Yay!This weekend will be a great one as I put away my Christmas decorations and remove some of the "extras" (code word, clutter) around the house. I've always battled the what to keep mentality. So, if I were to have any New Year resolution it is to begin to rid myself of things that simply aren't being used anymore. I intend to stop hinging huge memories onto

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As another speeding year comes to an end I sigh with relief that it's done. I don't like how quickly they go, yet I love looking forward to the possibility of a year filled with new hope and promise of something better.Like most, it's been a year of huge struggle, waiting with bated breath to find out exactly how the economy would hit us and where. Being in the state with the worst economic

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Merry Christmas. May you sense heavenly peace in your hearts as you wait for the miracle you long for in your family that only He can bring. *All Pics Googled*

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"There are no guarantees that life will turn out the way we would like, but the program has shown me God's will is the only way; it is up to me to work with Him and turn my life and will over to His care and guidance."In All Our Affairs, Dec 15th "Courage to Change"This is a constant lesson for me. Often, at the table I attend I say for myself, " I know that no matter what comes my way, I am no

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It's been a little bit over two years now that I seriously began to take a look at how my life needed changing.Oh, up until that point I THOUGHT I was working on this aspect and to a degree I had. But that aspect desperately included trying to have my sons respect me and follow rules as the Ten Commandments called out. You know, "Honor your Father and Mother so that you may live long in the land

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No sooner had I posted Law #1 on Boundaries, when I received a call from Ms. Beloved who is dealing with a wayward adult child. On the younger side of adult, mind you, but an adult nevertheless.Ms. Beloved's child has been challenging the laws of life it seems since about one year after her own recovery began. Ms. Beloved's years were riddled with anguish and devastating results due to alcoholism

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This summer hasn't been just a summer of fun; it's also been a summer of education. I sat in a class titled "Codependency" which was very informative and also read a book by Dr. Henry Cloud and Dr. John Townsend titled "BOUNDARIES". Who says you can't teach an old dog new tricks? The authors write from their experience and knowledge as psychologists and weave God's word into it, which is right

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Can you believe these beautiful mini-chicks are from the same two parents? Lovely brown and purely pink! More beautiful flowers were never created. :)This picture sums up my summer, really. A summer filled with love and family and activity and joy.I took a two-month reprieve from some of my typical activities only to spend the time filling up on more knowledge regarding this life of recovery,

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Initially our eyes met briefly ~ sneaking a peek and darting away, only to be glanced at again in a sideways slant. I longed to stare into the face and eyes of the son that seemed to drink in a memory of his birth mom nearly 19 years ago. Due to a speaking seminar I was attending in Daniel's home town I was now a guest in his home. When Daniel was born, he was a healthy 9 lbs 4 oz solid baby boy!

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The Ten Commandments of Self-Careby Valorie Burton1. Use all of your vacation time every year. 2. Commit your time off solely to nonwork-related activities.3. Take your rest seriously. 4. Have fun at least once a week. 5. Eat regularly, preferably sitting down. 6. Exercise regularly, preferably standing up. 7. Be fruitful and productive, not busy. 8. Use technology to gain time, not consume it. 9

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In the chaotic years of my life I tried to live a life of perfection and ideals that were simply impossible achievements for me. Probably for anyone. I'd learned to function under extreme stress, verbal abuse and craziness. Dodging the barrage of hurled insults became a natural way of life for me. Sadly, when I could stand no more I learned to fire them back. Once the assaults moved away, I

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They came to say goodbye. The gathering of the clan in May 2003 was the last time we were altogether with you. I remember how your eyes gleamed when you looked at your little grandchildren running around in the spring of that year. Your limbs may have been locked up but your eyes and your thoughts were running rampant with activity! Can it really be six years ago today since Dad and I walked you

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Typically, Memorial Day is set aside to be mindful, thankful and prayerful for the men and women who have and are laying down their life for this country we live in.I was on a retreat this weekend unlike any other I've experienced. If I didn't know better, I'd have thought this was specifically a recovery retreat~but then, in my opinion, that's what God is all about anyway. He's been restoring

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12 Steps by 12 Steps Cliff and I are both living life somewhat "normally". Whatever that is.Mr. Boss has season tickets for the Detroit Tigers, which they've done for years. Customers are given first dibs and then if games are not taken, we can use them. Midweek games are generally wide open due to schedule conflicts for the "average" Joe. Whoever that is. This week such an opportunity became

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How strange life is. Eighteen months can seem like an eternity yet pass in the blink of an eye all at the same time. Choking back emotion all week long, I anticipated Friday with guarded hope because Cliff had contacted Lovely Espousa and Son #1 and asked if they could all get together that Friday evening.Communication between my sons and daughter-in-law began cautiously in February and layer by

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My employer is 10 years younger than I. He has a family that he is actively helping raise, is equally active in his church, volunteers constantly and manages a business well. When I was brought on staff a little over three years ago, I was taken back by the level of interaction he had with his team of 14. It was impressive that if the coffee needed to be made or there were empty cups left in the

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In desperation she comes week after week. Expounding on how she has managed to take care of siblings, parents and now her son who's joining the ranks of addiction/alcohol abusers. Week after week, it's pointed out that recovery is for "US." We're not here to fix anyone or counsel anyone. Not at the tables. You want advice? Get a counselor to talk to. You want to change? Get a sponsor to work the

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Our table was diverse as usual Tuesday night. Heavy hearted wives and mothers; lonely, single code's; hopeful, grateful women. All I know is, God doesn't want us to walk around feeling defeated and alone in this rough world. It took me a long time to realize that support was all around me if I looked diligently for the place where I fit. After 30 years of trying to manage an unmanageable life, I

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They came. They saw. They did. Rebuilding Together, a national organization, provides willing hands to homes of those who are unable to do for themselves and this past weekend we were assigned to the Muma family. The Muma's house was in need of great repair and replacing. Mr. Muma is a Korean War vet and both he and his wife are physically and financially struggling to maneuver through life's

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It's been one month since I've posted and for that I'm sorry. Not for you, but for me! I have all sorts of things waiting to be spewed out and haven't had anywhere to spew it! :)Unfortunately this post will be a bit of a rant! So, let me back it up to about 30 days ago.Monday, 3/23, drove Cliff to his parole appointment. He goes in and I wait in the car. Notice a text on my phone that says "

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Overwhelmingly grateful.Ten years ago I didn't think that life would be what it is today. I was making changes left and right trying to find my place in this world. My sons were just barely adults but trying to find their way too, and that path included the world of alcohol and addiction.The years moved along sometimes up, sometimes down, but never free from concern and worry on my part. Fast

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Why is it that the days I don't have to be up and out the door at a reeling pace, I awaken at 3:00 am? Since our hours have been reduced at work, we work 9 hour days 4 days a week. I have come to like this schedule because it offers all of us one day off per week and once a month that's a long weekend. Wooo hooo! This one's mine and here I sit.Actually I have a wonderful morning planned. Son #1

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"Before, I used to see myself as a man with a past. Now, I know I'm a man with a future and it's a good one."This past week Cliff was asked to share at his Men's Fellowship meeting about what the last 10 weeks meant to him. He's been part of this group since his release from prison just as he's been part of recovery meetings. Men's fellowship meets every Thursday morning at 6:00 am which is a

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If there's one thing I have to say about life now, is that it's golden. Not everything is perfect and, in fact, some things are still difficult but it's so much greater than before. Before what? Before recovery meetings for me. This week was exceptional at my table. There were woman of various situations and we had two 16 year old girls that returned from the week before who said they can't wait

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It's been a busy year so far. Good busy. Our hours have been cut back at work in order to save our jobs. While the budget is crying the blues, I rather like having one day off each week. I could get used to this very quickly. Today is my second of these "free flowing" days and I've managed to fill it up with activity again.I'm hoping for a call today from Son #1 or Lovely Espousa. We're waiting

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It was on O’Donnell’s blog that she first made comments about Detroit. After landing in the city to shoot a Lifetime movie, O’Donnell wrote, "I'm here in Detroit, Michigan where the recession is already the depression. Hard to believe unless you see it. We must save this city." 2008Months later, as O'Donnell prepares for the Feb. 28 debut of "America," the Lifetime network movie she filmed in and

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All my life I've been somewhat of a people pleaser, and a darn good one at that! When my sister and I were growing up, we were often called upon to babysit our younger siblings. In our house my sister was commonly known as "Lucy Van Pelt" and I was absorbed with "I Love Lucy". Guess who my sibs wanted as their babysitter? We Want Laura, they would shout! Van Pelt NEVER let anyone walk on her,

Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10278582335163982931noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750029912774465006.post-3965670281460017472009-02-20T07:15:00.004-05:002009-02-20T08:05:12.884-05:00

There I was, just minding my own business. Actually, minding mine and mindful of those on each side of me too.It was another snowy, icy morning and our poor state doesn't salt like it used to. Getting close to the traffic circle it was clear that all three lanes were a sheet of ice. Coming to a complete stop due to the road conditions (which defeats the purpose of the traffic circles) the three

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Somedays are like this sign. Sigh.I may have misled you when I said this blog was under construction. My blog isn't really under construction. I am. I've missed writing but have quickly found out that I'm a busy woman! My day isn't lacking for things to do when I'm not writing but I miss sitting down and formulating my thoughts and counting my blessings in this way.Suffice it to say that someone

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This blog will be under construction. I'll be back soon.

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Nurturing my 18 year old car, day by day, has not been without incident. I acquired this little gem after driving my 15 year old van to it's death. Literally, the engine was falling out as the unibody frame had rusted away. Suffice it to say I don't drive new cars. Vehicles have always been nothing more to me than a means to get from here to --> there.So, day after day, week after

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Through the years, my words have been in training.My dearly departed mother was a strong-willed gal who spoke her mind often. She believed in giving her opinion often without an invitation. She may have been right most of the time, but as you know, this opinion giving is usually not appreciated. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree so my words, as previously stated, have been in training.

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Oh My Gosh.........It's Thursday already and I haven't written a thing all week!!!!! Looks like it ain't happenin' now either! *Granddaughter's pic..she feels me*

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We had a glorious snowfall yesterday. This must be about the 12th significant snow this season! This morning began quietly with coffee and Cliff as we chit-chatted about life in general while I began some spaghetti sauce for dinner. Eventually we ventured to church and then parted ways for varying commitments. Cliff met with his sponsor and I met with mini-chick!She's a completely independent 2

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Cliff couldn't have been released from prison at a better time. You may have heard from Lou's blog that prisons are removing tobacco sales from the inmates. I'm not sure who came up with this brainy idea but I think it's adding gasoline to a smoking compost pile. Yep, it is. I know all the controversy surrounding this topic, but imagine yourself in a place with 4,000 men who have had, and should

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From Max Lucado "In the Eye of the Storm" I share the following (Max was using the analogy that a wise captain shifts the direction of his craft according to the signal of the lighthouse and we would be wise to live our lives the same way, thus the list):Herewith, then, are the lights I look for and the signals I heed:-- Love God more than you fear hell.-- Once a week, let a child take you on a

Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10278582335163982931noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750029912774465006.post-51294533219734255212009-01-07T06:45:00.007-05:002009-02-15T08:25:57.269-05:00

I woke up this morning at 4:15 am. Sometimes I welcome this early start to my day, but most times I wish I could sleep just a bit longer. After flipping back and forth in bed I decided to get up. There was a light on at the kitchen table and, lo and behold, Cliff was sitting there with a cup of coffee and reading his AA book. What a sight! So, I grabbed coffee too and a great discussion began

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...into the new year has been an amazing feeling. Compared to last year or years gone by it stands alone, proud and strong. It's really a gift that Cliff and I have each found our serenity through recovery at the same time in life. This was not orchestrated by me, but by the One who loves me unconditionally. As the new year approached, I met with a few different women who mentor me in life;

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Tonight Cliff and I were talking about our days, our recent meetings we've attended and what we've learned about ourselves. Cliff reminded me about a situation that happened in the last few weeks. It's not earth shattering but it is a milestone in his life.A friend of Cliff's was picking him up for a meeting that they regularly attend. This particular friend has been quite generous in being

Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10278582335163982931noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750029912774465006.post-81991451342146795182009-01-01T23:49:00.008-05:002009-02-15T08:27:53.980-05:00

We all begin at the beginning. Sometimes we watch others walk this walk and feel as if they’ve always walked as they do now. They appear so confident and knowledgeable; their life appears successful and in full control. As if a tear were never shed.But the truth is we all began at the beginning. We needed help but didn't know what kind. With no knowledge of what we were about to encounter, some

Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10278582335163982931noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750029912774465006.post-67482848713772189052009-01-01T17:01:00.007-05:002009-02-15T23:35:58.475-05:00

What a difference a year makes. Who'da thunk that I'd be celebrating this past Christmas and New Year with a clean and sober son, without even a hint of a shadow of needles? Who'da thunk that Cliff would be attending meetings and working steps day after day? Last night as I headed up to bed, Cliff once more, wished me a Happy New Year. Following that was a "thank you, Mom, for everything and

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The day after.Often, the day after any celebratory event can leave one feeling down, sad or alone. For me, that would have been caused by my expectations of the planned event and that my expectations hadn't been fulfilled. Not this year, though. Little Mini-chick had her birthday this past week, so Son #1 and Lovely Espousa had a little celebration on Christmas Eve. It was a fun time with

Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10278582335163982931noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750029912774465006.post-84914321209230238322008-12-25T07:25:00.006-05:002009-02-15T23:37:52.106-05:00

Merry Christmas to All!*All Pics Googled*

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As a child, the thrill of Christmas was at it's highest on this day. It seems we could hardly stand the wait. Ross Bagdasarian, Sr., knew full well what we were feeling! This Christmas eve isn't much different. Oh, there aren't planes that loops the loop or any hula hoops under my tree. As a matter of fact, there isn't anything under my tree which is fine with me. This year will be a Christmas of

Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10278582335163982931noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750029912774465006.post-27266242581249501912008-12-20T10:11:00.011-05:002009-02-15T23:40:59.628-05:00

Like a bolt out of the blue, the phone rings with news we'd rather not get. A newer member at our home group called to say that her son, who's overseas at college, has been using and became addicted to heroin. Quickly, plans have been made to get him home as he's asked to go into rehab. Pretty Mom was rather composed, oh woman of faith that she is. She and her husband have a "solid as a rock"

Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10278582335163982931noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750029912774465006.post-87811791109110039832008-12-19T08:13:00.006-05:002009-02-15T23:41:37.087-05:00

Snow Day! Doesn't this face say it all??Remember how great it was to wake up and find out you didn't have school? You pulled on every warm clothing item you owned and met your friends outside for the day! Mom's hot chocolate always tasted best on those days. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm.In Michigan we are in the midst of a beautiful snowstorm that began about 5:00 am this morning and is going like gangbusters!

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Last night our home group had a Christmas Celebration. My friend, and fellow blogger, Lou headed up a fabulous team of workers putting a super nice party together. Being that it was a work night we had a party that ended by 9:00 pm. No matter. The food was great, the decor was beautiful, the atmosphere was party, party, party. All without the influence of alcohol or substances. Simply fun and

Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10278582335163982931noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750029912774465006.post-26000499947147424172008-12-13T22:19:00.011-05:002009-02-15T23:43:26.668-05:00

Candyland! Kids, presents and candy were everywhere today when our church held it's annual Angel Tree Christmas Party. That's the party that is planned for children of incarcerated parents. It's an awesome day and this party was so well done that I felt like I was turning in circles with my mouth hanging open in amazement most of the time. I did participate and volunteered in small ways but the

Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10278582335163982931noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750029912774465006.post-53791312355980913732008-12-11T06:49:00.007-05:002009-02-15T23:43:56.119-05:00

Yesterday was one slippery morning. Keeping up with the weather in Michigan this year has become an hourly task. We surely must already be on record for a very blustery December compared to years gone by. So yesterday, leaving an hour before work, I ventured out with the rest of the chain gang heading to my destination. As soon as I turned out of my condo association and onto the road, I knew it

Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10278582335163982931noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750029912774465006.post-86994881780705383582008-12-10T08:01:00.013-05:002009-02-15T23:46:02.790-05:00

Can't you hear Karen Carpenter singing "The Christmas Waltz?" How sad that she isn't here to share her gift of song. How wonderful for us that her music still gets so much air time. To me, she had a voice that is pleasant and soothing.But I also know that it's that time of year where many people find themselves profoundly sad and in deep grief because the picture and image of what we want

Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10278582335163982931noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750029912774465006.post-7039724985941642292008-12-07T09:14:00.012-05:002009-02-15T23:49:17.809-05:00

Counterfeit: an imitation that is made usually with the intent to deceptively represent its content or origins.Recently reading a "truth be told" on someones blog about Internet relationships brought up a surge of regurge in my life too. About 10 years ago, I moved from my hometown to Chicago for a job I accepted there. I didn't know anyone. Before I left Michigan friends of mine purchased a

Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10278582335163982931noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750029912774465006.post-9254570179277287832008-12-04T07:15:00.007-05:002009-02-15T23:50:21.617-05:00

Sitting in meetings and listening to speakers who've had a true transformation from the life of alcohol, drugs and other bondage type lifestyles causes me to continually take a look at the patterns in my own life. Sometimes the reality of my choices stops me short. I mean, I didn't use a substance to fill my need or kill my pain. I used myself and let others use me too.Codependency is one sick

Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10278582335163982931noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750029912774465006.post-40026642056511081072008-12-02T06:02:00.010-05:002009-02-15T23:51:25.121-05:00

SKEPTIC:1. a person who questions the validity or authenticity of something purporting to be factual.2. a person who maintains a doubting attitude, as toward values, plans, statements, or the character of others.3. a person who doubts the truth of a religion, esp. Christianity, or of important elements of it.4. (initial capital letter) Philosophy.a. a member of a philosophical school of ancient

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Let's see.I think this is the third or fourth Monday out of the last six that we've started the week off with snow. Normally, the snow doesn't bother me much but this year we're starting winter so much earlier than we have in the past that I'm a wee bit worried what January through April will be like. When I was growing up winter was more like this; but we've been seduced into a slumber over the

Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10278582335163982931noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750029912774465006.post-25183513322366705162008-11-28T08:36:00.009-05:002009-02-15T23:54:05.601-05:00

Day by day, though this being only our third day together, conversations have been taking place regarding the past and the future. Mostly, Cliff's been going "there". I've been keenly aware of his presence and his actions. which are SO different than they've been over the past many years. A great calm has rooted itself in Cliff's soul where a noticeable transformation has occurred; Cliff's been

Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10278582335163982931noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750029912774465006.post-87973598684498478742008-11-27T09:17:00.009-05:002009-02-15T23:54:19.321-05:00

Paws and Pray before you eat today.Happy Thanksgiving!

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Cliff and I attended our first meeting together last night and when we broke to tables, someone said to me, "I met your beaming son and you're beaming too!" I had no idea that I was so transparent! I always thought I was very good at playing it cool, so to speak. I figured that I kept an even demeanor in my thoughts, my words and my facial expressions. I'm so wrong about this! I couldn't play

Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10278582335163982931noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750029912774465006.post-22663376849536457902008-11-24T22:36:00.011-05:002009-02-15T23:55:36.597-05:00

It's the eve of our reunion, Cliff and me, and my feelings are fleeting and swift between excitement and joy, and, a bit of anxiousness and guarded love. My natural tendency has always been to go full throttle into the relationships of life. I've never held back any affection from those I love and I really don't want to do that now. I just know that God is in this and will keep my heart safely in

Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10278582335163982931noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750029912774465006.post-16097587046372165142008-11-23T21:36:00.015-05:002009-06-21T08:43:03.330-04:00

"When you say a situation or a person is hopeless, you're slamming the door in the face of God." ~Charles L. Allen~Hope is the word on which I hang all my desires, dreams and plans. I know I've shared my thoughts before on people calling people hopeless. It sends me, and not in a pleasant way; it puts my blood pressure to the test. Today Pastor Chris spoke about people who live without hope. He

Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10278582335163982931noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750029912774465006.post-60391558775492165852008-11-20T06:20:00.006-05:002009-06-21T08:42:46.138-04:00

Recently, co-facilitating a women's bible study group I encountered someone that I was just unsure of from the get-go. This woman seemed to be just a little bit different and that was clear from the start. She seemed more critical, more determined to be heard and not so easy to embrace. Our study was scheduled for only six weeks, so I thought to myself that I can handle anything for a brief six

Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10278582335163982931noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750029912774465006.post-15380533647675224072008-11-17T22:23:00.007-05:002009-06-21T08:42:30.367-04:00

Today's Thoughts from Hazelden delivered this on my birthday.When we have given our lives back to our Higher Power, we gradually learn to accept what happens to us as part of the plan. Most of us made a mess of trying to run our own lives. We are amazed at how much better things go when we acknowledge that the Power greater than ourselves is in control.Every experience, the bad one as well as

Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10278582335163982931noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750029912774465006.post-10515136396530524872008-11-16T01:48:00.005-05:002009-03-10T23:18:57.930-04:00

Twas the night before TuesdayIn November that yearEveryone was sleepingAs the dawn drew so nearDad in his boxersAnd Mom in her gownThe sibs tucked in tightlyWhen Mom woke with a frownGet up! Oh, Get up!She quietly saidGet up and get goingGet out of this bed!It’s time for the birth!They were pacing the floor,We really must hurry!It’s well after 4:00Into the Hudsonthey fled, oh so fast!It’s coming,

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She was sitting almost directly across from me. As we began our meeting, many attenders passed when the option to share came to them. This mom looked a little weary, pale and sad. It seems her addict has relapsed again. I don't know any more about this mom than that. I don't know the drug of choice, the recovery length, or even the gender of her addict. All I know is the mom spoke of her own

Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10278582335163982931noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750029912774465006.post-30115665479403931282008-11-13T06:57:00.011-05:002009-06-21T08:41:49.421-04:00

A co-worker's step-son is troubling, to say the least. He's 18 years old, has a "maybe" baby (the family isn't convinced 100% that he's the father) and has been kicked out of his home and his grandmother's home. By all accounts he seems to be rolling head first down the path of a life spent in and out of jail, or worse. He dropped out of school and has been involved in some very questionable

Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10278582335163982931noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750029912774465006.post-25856036440684143002008-11-11T06:35:00.010-05:002009-06-21T08:41:38.633-04:00

Sometimes I get the feeling that I will always be "stuck" in the chaos of life. I know that the steps are here to help me get out of that feeling but there are days when it's a battle of the old and the new. The old patterns and thinking are rearing themselves up against the new thinking and attempts at taking care of life properly. Once in a while, I still get that sinking feeling.I have had

Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10278582335163982931noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750029912774465006.post-39210583956204747382008-11-10T07:10:00.010-05:002009-06-21T08:41:23.275-04:00

Monday Morning, November 10, 2008. Somewhere in Michigan.This is out my front door and I hope you can see it. It's beautiful but wreaking havoc as the first snowfall usually does. It won't last long. The rest of the week will be warmer again, but we're just being warned of what is to come!Have a good day!

Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10278582335163982931noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750029912774465006.post-27167387094251506462008-11-09T08:12:00.010-05:002009-06-21T08:41:09.817-04:00

This week I was knocked down with something icky. It felt like it was coming on for a week prior and then by Tuesday night I was really icky. Stuffy head, watery eyes, sneezing...blah, blah, blah. Wednesday wasn't much better and then Thursday was the worst. Dragging myself to work day after day didn't help but because we don't have a lenient sick day policy I continued to show up and infect

Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10278582335163982931noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750029912774465006.post-50317474933456428442008-11-08T05:35:00.011-05:002009-06-21T08:39:33.405-04:00

At our table last night, we had a newcomer. Look at me, talking about newcomers! Having been in recovery for one year now has changed my life and I'm willing to share that with anyone who allows me the opportunity. The table decided to do a Step One table for the benefit of Ms. Newbie's first time at an Al-Anon meeting. As different members took their turn to speak, Ms. Newbie listened and seemed

Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10278582335163982931noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6750029912774465006.post-27632143197566044522008-11-02T09:54:00.009-05:002009-06-21T08:39:16.111-04:00

Prayer and meditation is a minute by minute thing for me. Yes, there are times I sit down and exclude all other sounds, sights, and noise for a more intimate reading and setting. But there are days where my every thought and word is to God and God alone. While I'm driving in the car, He hears my prayer and thoughts toward Him. Sometimes they're full of thankfulness and praise. Sometimes they're

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There's nothing good to watch on TV because there's to many commercials with talking heads. The junk mail isn't any fun either. No freebies. Just pictures of the talking heads. Mom says, if you can't say something nice about someone, don't say anything at all. I guess grown-ups don't have to live by that rule. Eight more days of this stuff. Then, I can watch my Baby Einstein videos again!

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How come I forget this? Why have I gone all these years on my own strength? Grrrrrrrrrrrrr.When I realize that I am not even remotely alone in handling life, I become so much happier and positive and believing for the results that are promised to me.I try to start my day in the promises that God gives. But sometimes, the old life, the enemy, the evil one, whatever you want to call it, tries to

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I think the hardest part of recovery for anyone is being accountable to someone else. Heck, it's the hardest part of life for most people I know. Cliff and I talked tonight and he said he's scared to take this step. I appreciate his honesty.In my thinking I recall the years I battled accountability therefore, being anxious and actually denying information from those closest to me. I didn't want

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Something happened a week ago that I've been trying to process and deal with and it's killing me inside. Due to the very personal nature of this thing it's best I not write about it here except to ask for prayer from those of you who will.We need a healing here and I sure as heck don't get it, but I have no control over the situation and that's what is hurting me so much. We talked, hashed,

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Still floating on the words that were written in the letter from Cliff, I wanted to share something more with you.By now, many of you have read the letter from my prior post and are encouraged as I am of the words he wrote. My little sister and I caught up by phone last night (an hour and 10 minutes worth!). She lives in WY and has been very active in recovery for about six years, I think (I'm so

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Cliff has been comfortable calling me on a fairly regular basis. I'm always glad to talk with him, especially this time around. He's really been different and I have to believe that even if Cliff doesn't realize it, God is working in his heart and life. It's throughout his conversation. This past week when he called and we were talking in general, Cliff said he wanted to tell me something. We had

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"If you could kick the person in the pants responsible for most of your trouble, you wouldn't sit down for a month."~Source Unknown~

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Blink, blink. You're not gonna believe this one. Well, maybe you are, but I'm still shaking my head in a confusing way. Having now been involved in meetings for over one year (woo hoo) and also in some personal studies of faith, I felt God was urging me to make an amends to my ex-husband, Cliff's dad. We had a volatile, unhealthy marriage through and through. I was a very young, very unworldly

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Our meeting was small in attendance last night. On occasion the mix is totally different than what you might expect and I like when that happens. It seems to bring a whole different spirit to the sharing time at hand. A woman came to my table last night and was a bit weary and weepy and sort of quiet. Eventually she began to open up and, like so many of us Mom's, wept over a current situation

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That's how many days are left until Cliff becomes a free man. Well, sort of free. He'll be paroled and then Cliff will find out what his requirements will be. Cliff is making his plans and most of them seem sound and attainable. He's heard about some possible job leads. His cellmate, a man of 65, has been incarcerated since he was 28 years old. No chance for parole. Murder. But he has children,

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ALLThe gathering of the Clan was nearly rained out. The weather in Michigan has been quite nice this year ~ the summer was pleasant without to much humidity or intolerable temperatures. However, it was the driest August we've seen in noted record-keeping. On Saturday, just when the family was beginning to congregate, the skies opened up and delivered incredible rains. I'm not complaining one iota

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One by one they're coming back to their old stomping grounds. Inch by inch they're taking over. By tomorrow at noon, they'll be munching and crunching, laughing and toasting, hugging and loving and yakking and napping. Yes, it's a reunion! A family reunion of the McAlpine clan, descendents of Robert and Florence. Because it's in September we won't be as strong in number as years gone by but the

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