Good Friday…Freebie

Well it Good Friday. As far back as I can remember it is always a gloomy day,  I was taught to believe that Good Friday is the Friday within the Holy Week  and is a time of fasting and penance, the anniversary of Christ’s crucifixion and death. I never understood why the word ‘good’ is used.  Seems to me it should be ‘bad’ Friday.  I so remember fasting and going to confession to clear my soul.  I would lie in the confessional as a young child because I didn’t have any sins to tell.  Isn’t that funny the church  brainwashed me into thinking I HAD to be bad, I must have sins.  Good Lord I even had a script they made us memorize…Bless me Father for I have sinned… Those Catholics always trying to cleanse us. No wonder I’m f***** up with my guilt.

But for today it IS A GOOD FRIDAY!! I have been very good to myself.  No indulging (well one happy hour which I kept to a dull roar).  Feeling better .  It is nice to not have self imposed punishment.

So for all the sinners be kind to yourself today, history tells us someone else paid for your sins today.

Business and Friends DO NOT MIX

I am done being nice to people. God people forget what you do for them. I have a friend who was down on her luck a few years ago, her husband got himself in loads of trouble and is currently sporting stripped outfits everyday and his windows have bars on them. They lost their home and she has a daughter. My heart went out to her and I offered a rental home I own for her to rent. The deal was she was to pay 700 a month (which by the way does not even cover the mortgage) for a year. If after a year she chose to stay the rent would go to 900 or she was free to move. The year passed and she was still not up to speed financially so I being the f****** nice person let her stay. Now I just told her that the rent is going up and I was sorry to do it but I can not sustain the property anymore at that price. She is livid, like she has totally forgotten all the shit I have did for her. I hate it when people act like there shit is my shit.  I don’t dump my stuff on anyone EVER, hence why I write here and why my friends really don’t know shit about me.  Fuck I am down on my luck to. I was nice to you, I let you have your fucking cats which I hate. She is living in a nice single family three bedroom home with a yard and nice garage and she is not even thankful anymore. So funny how people forget generosity. So I am booting her out…one more friend out the door. I am not going to feel guilty over this, I am not going to let her make me feel bad. This is a total drinking situation for me as I could drink and talk about this for hours. Yoga at 5 cannot come soon enough. Need that distraction today. Good thing I didnt drink last night I would be a raving nutcase today. I am done done done being generous to people it burns me every time.

Sorry Bethenny

Having a hard day today. I woke up very frustrated. I am sure I know why. I spent some time yesterday with a friend who I don’t see very often. She is a totally sober (never been a drinker) friend and she really knows very little about who I really am, she is that friend that you keep in touch with but you do not tell her very much about yourself because she could never understand it. She is a good mom has over achieving children, a husband who makes a good living and a mother who takes very very good care of her financially. Once the mother is gone my friend will be very well off. On the outside she looks like her life is complete Bliss. She does have struggles, she doesn’t think her husband likes her, her kids are turning into typical snotty teenagers and she says she has to toe the line with her mother to keep the financial piece secured for her future. I am listening to her thinking shit I don’t know if I can pay my car payment next month and you are worried that you may not have millions in the future and you currently have at least half of that, you may not see Italy this year and wow that is life altering because your kids are used to that kind of travel.  It was a little tough to listen to. But I thought my husband loves me and actually likes me too. My kids are doing ok. I guess it is all relative. So I was bored last night and tuned into reruns on Bravo TV and watched Bethenny Ever After. I gotta tell you I was irked by this show. I wrote a really nasty post about it/her this morning. Not my typical demeanor. After I posted it I felt  bad that I butchered Bethenny and I thought wow…what is my problem right now. What good is going to come from me verbally beating up on a reality tv chick. I deleted the post.  From what I can tell (not a wordpress guru) only eleven people saw it ( btw good traffic for me wait I had 24 the other day and I was happy!) Any way it is hump day and I can tell. Very edgy today. I just read a post that said it is fun to drink when you are happy and not fun when you are sad, frustrated etc. So I like that thought and seeing I am crabby today I guess I don’t have to worry about drinking tonight.

Can I just say NO????

Whew!! Made it thru the weekend! Two killer yogas classes done. Went to my cocktail party. This was a perfect storm for me. Nice weather, Saturday, women only, good booze served and good food. I decided to bring tattoo girl with me as I knew she would not want to stay long and is not of drinking age. I observed how others drank. Interesting and telling that I for sure know I have a slight problem. Most of these people can just have one or two. For me that is basically impossible as I am an all or none kind of person. Why have two??? Whats the point in that? That is my problem. I took my drink that was served to me, held it, went to the bathroom and dumped it out. No one noticed. Two friends asked if I wanted to drop tatoo girl off and go to the bar or go to my garage. I said sure because I am a coward that way. I said I will call you when I drop her…wtf??? I tell tatoo girl in the car I don’t want to hang out with these people, so I call them and bail, telling them all is quiet at the garage and tatoo girl needs the car…lies, lies, lies. But it got me thru. I had a few temptations over the weekend starting with Friday as I went to purchase a gift for Saturday and walked in to the boutique and holy shit they are having their anniversary party complete with Vodka drinks greeting me at the door…shit shit shit what the heck is this legal? Dont they have to have a liquor license? I took the little cup to be polite and set it down on a table. Why I just didn’t say no thanks is beyond me. Got the heck out of there as I saw a friend browsing around and did not want talk to her and have my fun mood kick in. Went home and my better half is having a beer…ugggggg. We live in a place where the weather sucks…cold, snow etc. It is very customary to have heated garages complete with TV’s, refrigerators, smoke ventilation ( a personal bar really) etc. I am married to a contractor so my garage is stellar the first man cave if you will. Complete with bar and stools nice lighting, etc. People love coming here. Smoking is allowed in here as no one smokes in their homes but everyone seems to be a closet smoker. So he is there having happy hour. I immediately went in to the house and randomly starting cooking to distract myself. Thankful for the building separation. He comes in asks if I am coming out…now he knows I am coming off my hangover. He says: you don’t have to join me if you don’t want too. That is the perfect ploy from him. I said I will come out and sit with you. I did. I didn’t drink. He tells me I am too hard on myself. I just know this was a fun life in its time. I need to be done with the booze as my primary source of entertainment, stress relief, time killer etc. Hoping for a good week…

The day after the hangover

Well the hangover is over with the exception of the small pieces of shame still milling about.  The fast food wrappers hidden in the trash as not to remind me of what I put in my body.  The day after the hangover is the worst really, you are caught between two worlds on this day.  Thinking I am never drinking again and thinking about the plans on Saturday that will involve cocktails.  The cocktails do not sound good right now but I am seasoned enough to know the feelings of sobriety dissipate as time goes on.   I am going to write it as some say if you write or say it you will it so here goes:  I WILL NOT GET BUZZED or DRUNK on Saturday.

Enough

Enough.  Thats enough.  Now wait a minute.   First I am not hungover.  I have not had a drink in over two weeks.  I stopped counting because it made me a little stir crazy.  I have taken the time to read my blog from start to finish and it makes me sick.  What I have written has been written a million times by the addicted.  The self loathing, pity, humorous banter.  When every word that was written never addressed the truth of the alcohol.  IT WILL KILL YOU and or IT CAN BRING A NEAR DEATH experience.  We all know it hurts your loved ones, job, character etc.  somehow the hurt it can cause is so forefront we all forget that YOU CAN DIE.  For the boozer the hurt factor is great because hell it avoids THE DEATH issue.  As long as I get bitched at for hurting everyone the focus becomes that not that my liver is rotting, my brain cells deteriorating, my decision making out the window and I could be left for dead.  It is truly a sick deal and one that is widely accepted like Visa.  I have no real point here other than by an unfortunate circumstance from AL K HALL  I have seen the light.