Thursday, July 25, 2013

Alcoholic Not So Anonymous

So, for anyone that is still following this blog (and judging from my following list, there are plenty who blog about as often as I do anymore), if you know me you know I love to drink.  Lots.  Then one day, about a year ago, I started drinking and couldn't stop.

I used to be the life of the party.  I always entertained people, always had the best bbq's and get togethers.  But it all started unraveling.  When I think about it, I think it started unraveling a lot longer than a year ago. I remember when I was getting my second divorce, I started drinking about a fifth a day of rum. There's a seven month stretch where I don't remember much.  But I sobered up and got my shit back together and have been pretty good since--or so I thought.

About a year ago, I started heavily again.  I can't pinpoint just one reason, because there are none.  There are excuses, not reasons.  I have left Mac on a weekly basis, beating against him like a river to a rock.  Blamed him.  Blamed my unemployment. Blamed my ex.  Blamed traffic.  Blamed the fucking spider that I ran into walking out of my sliders in the night.  Hell, I probably would have blamed my cat if he had meowed at the right time. 

Everything was a reason to drink.  EVERYTHING. After work, just to relax.  After working in the yard, just to relax.  After driving home in traffic, just to unwind.  Blah, blah, blah.  But the truth of the matter is that I am the reason I drink. No outside influences, no person, place or thing.  Me.  Just me. 

I went 12 days sober.  Twelve. Of course, in those 12 days I was pretty sure I had it beat.  I attended two AA meetings and decided, "I'm not one of 'them'. I don't live to drink, I just have a control issue when I drink."  Then night before last, I bought a bottle on the way home from school.  You know, to celebrate finals.  I mean, I have to have a reason, right?? I have promised Mac each day that I would reach for him when I wanted to drink.  I haven't.  Too ashamed that I'm that weak.  I know he takes that very painfully, probably thinks I feel I can't trust him.  The truth of the matter is, he can't trust me. 

So today, I'm starting over again.  After reading a few things and going to an alcoholics "chat room" with Mac yesterday, I think that it's going to constantly be starting over.  I just hate the constant falling down.  Everyone says I need to attend more meetings, but I'm really not comfortable in the meetings.  I don't like opening up to people about things that are that personal.  I don't like letting people that far into me.  It's easy on here...Only a couple of you actually know who I am and since you do, you know that I love to drink.  The only shocker for you is probably finding out that I'm trying to quit. 

So, once again I'm going to throw myself on Mac's mercy.  Beg him to forgive me.  Promise to be good, to be better. I don't know.  I was pretty fucked up last night, yet again.  Beat on him, yet again.  Blamed him, yet again.  I don't know how he can stand it.  I keep hoping that it's because underneath all of my bullshit, he sees the woman he fell in love with struggling to come back out.  Believe me, it's a struggle, too....

I'm sorry I'm not so humorous these days.  Kinda hard to laugh much when you're realizing just what a fuck up you've  become.  So for a while, I'm probably going to come here just to vent.  Try to get my groove back.  Try to unbury myself from under all the bullshit that I have put on top of me.  And it IS bullshit.  I have great kids, a great house, a great job, a great love.  I just wish I could figure out what my fucking problem is...

Oh, that's right.

Booze...



So I'll leave you with this for now:

pretty much...


Tuesday, March 19, 2013

New Beginnings

Hello, my friends..I have had a helluva year.  Now I'm sorry I've gotten so serious on here..Stress will do that.

I keep telling myself every weekend, I need to write!  I need to blog about that!! Then, I just see too many shiny objects and get distracted.  Now however, I've got some time on my hands at work, yes work, so I'm here to catch y'all up before I get back to my humorous self.

So, last you knew I was bottoming out.  And I did.  Boy, did I EVER bottom out.  I was out of work for nearly five months, which really sucked!! However, I did work part time installing insulation--my personal trainer hooked me up.  I actually enjoyed the work, believe it or not.  Working on a construction site, dragging 3k feet of hose through the buildings all day.  It was dirty, hot, sweaty work and I loved every minute of it.  If it had been more regular and paid better, I probably would have enjoyed staying with it! But it was only part time, eight hours here or there.  It did well to bridge the gap, though.

So in November, I got picked back up for government contracting.  Being laid off before an election, as a contractor, in this economy...wow, the timing sucked. But, I'm back at the nameless agency, designing training.  I love it, but my daily commute is 180 miles round trip. That includes going to school full-time after work. My days are long, but they are filled.  The good news is, I've been picked up for ANOTHER job, straight stick civilian.  No government contract, no worries about sequestration and losing money AND it's only 29 miles from home.

Wait, did she say school?  Why yes, yes I did.  While I was laid off and sinking further and further into depression, my Mac said to me, "Maybe it's time you do what you love to do.  You've talked about opening your own cafe, maybe that's what you're supposed to do now." I thought about it, actually thought he might be a little crazy but more right than not.  So, one day, while I was job searching, a pop-up for a culinary arts school appeared. I looked at it and thought, "Mac's right! Now's the time for me to make the dive." I enrolled in the school, full-time.  The next day, I got picked up for my job.  I called Mac and said, "What do I do?" He said, "You'll do the responsible thing.  Single mothers work and go to school full time all the time..I know you can handle it."

So, that's what I do.  I leave for work around 0615, get to work around 0800, leave work at 1630, school is 75 miles from the job so I get there at the mercy of traffic, and then I get home around 2300 each night. My brother David thinks my business plan is a great idea, he's sent me a book recently on how to successfully launch and manage a food truck (I want to start there before going brick and mortar).  Mac, as usual, has been my stalwart cheerleader through all of this.  That's just how he is, though.  We've had an extremely rough time these past six months or so.  It's me, mostly..the stress and strain of my things and being so far away from him.  I'm still trying to salvage my house.  I had mediation last week, they are going to try and give me a modification again. That was a relief, but with the missed payments, legal fees, late penalties and interest, I still feel like I'm drowning.  I do believe, however, that there is a greater plan and what will be, will be.  I'm also back to studying for my personal trainer certification and I've slowly started running again.  I need to pick that up since my first half marathon this year is in May.

So, life goes on!  I'm top of my class in culinary, my boss is very upset that I'm leaving this job since I've introduced what they call "visionary learning plans" here.  I'm trying to change the way this agency, and hopefully the government someday, does training.  My only regret is that I won't be here to see the project from cradle to grave..I've just seen it from cradle to crawling.

Oh, and the biggest irony about all this??  The new job is designing financial training...As a contractor...For the bank that holds my note. Yes, God doth have a sense of humor.

So, I'm going to try and be back here more often.  I know, I know, I say that all the time..But this time? I mean it.

So, welcome back my friends, if you're still with me...I ain't dead yet!!  And I'll leave you with this:


Well, I'd be scared....

Later, folks!

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Unemployment, Foreclosure and a New Perspective

Yep, you read that right:  Unemployed and under foreclosure.  It's been a wild ride this past year, trust me.  I realized today that four years ago, I retired from the Navy two weeks from today.  Since that day, I have held amazing jobs:  I was an executive assistant to a Presidential appointee; I was the Lead Special Events Coordinator for the Pentagon; I was a curriculum developer for the FBI.  All amazing.  I was never more than 24 hours without a job.  I only looked for the first one, the rest of them found me. 

That was then, this is now.

In May, my fabulous company had to lay me off.  It was with tears on both sides that I left, but there was nothing either of us could do.  A day later, I was offered a position with another company.  More money, working from home (supposedly), a dream job.  I was very excited to take the job!  My boss was actually 200 miles away, we only spoke by phone.  When she came to the office for a face to face, I knew the job was short lived.  We were both too strong to work together.  Things happened and six weeks later, my contract was terminated. 

I completely stressed out. Already under threat of foreclosure, the end now seemed inevitable.  It was over.  All was lost.  It was all gone.  I put my house on market and lost my mind for two weeks.  This is *me* for God's sake!  The woman who ran flight decks for eight different squadrons.  The woman who could do anything!!  "You are the strongest woman I've ever known" was the resounding theme on my Facebook.

But to me?  I was a loser.  I had lost everything.  I tied Mac to a post and blocked his ears.  I railed against him.  I railed against God.  "Why me?" I sobbed.  "I've tried so hard! I've prayed to you! I've done everything I know how to do!  Why is it that everyone that has ever hurt me gets happy and I lose?"  I screamed at Mac.  I screamed at God. I cried.  I sobbed.  I went into total self-pity mode.  I knew all my frenemies were happy at my loss, all my enemies squealed with glee and my friends?  My friends stood strong but helpless.

Then the bottom fell out.  I lost my faith.  The irony is, I was with my ex mother-in-law and heard a wonderful sermon that was really written for me.  I came out of the church renewed with faith.  Then I came back to Maryland and my faith faltered.  I took it out on Mac, who felt I was mocking his faith.  I wasn't mocking it, I was trying to understand it.  How do you turn it over?  How do you just "believe" when it seems everything you worked so hard for is ripped away?  What's the lesson?

Then today happened.  My friend has an insulation business.  Last week, he offered me part time work, $12 an hour.  Hey, it's work, right? 

Here I am,  a woman that made $123k a year on her own, just to lose everything.  As I was sweeping down insulation, vacuuming it up, bagging it, pulling 100's of feet of hose through luxury apartments that are under construction, the only woman on a construction site of 100 men, it hit.  Mac is right.  My "things" don't matter.  I bought this house as a "start over".  We see how well that worked.  I now get to work with my oldest everyday, learning new things about him. We talk, we laugh, we spend time for the first time.  I was gone most of his life.  Now we drive together, work together, relate to each other.  It has renewed us.  It also worked out as a full-time job for him (ah, to be young).

When I got laid off, my older boys said, "Mom, it's time you run away to home.  Pack your shit and move to South Carolina.  It's the only place we've ever seen you truly happy--aside from your jets, that is." For 22 years, my dream has been move to Savannah or the Low Country.  God has now provided me the opportunity. 

So, I am faced with selling my house for nearly $100K less than I paid.  My bank account is screaming and I still worry about tomorrow.  But it's only tomorrow I worry about now.  Mac told me, "You are looking too far ahead.  You need to worry about today, not six months from now.  Today.."  Well, I've taken that down to tomorrow.  Feels like progress to me!!

Bottom line is, I am a blue-collar chick that was burned out in the white collar world.  I enjoy working with men in a physical environment everyday again.  I enjoy the "no competition" attitude.  Just get it done so we can go home!! 

Middle's Godfather said to me, "You know how proud I am of you?  You lose  your job and you go out and do 'grunt work' instead of pissing and moaning about.  You are the strongest woman I've ever known." 

Mac said, "You, my love, are not a loser.  You are so very strong, so very smart, so very giving.  This is just something that happened.  I know you, you'll succeed. You live somewhere that you constantly pour yourself out and you never get refilled. Your soul is dying there." (That's actually a conglomeration of everything he's said the past year.)

So, everything *does* happen for a reason.  I don't *need* a house on the water, I don't need a four hour commute everyday.  I don't need to make over $100K a year just to struggle.

I need my faith, I need my sons, I need the Low Country.  I need to be in the one place where my soul is refilled when I pour myself out.  Where my faith is strong in God, where even strangers are friends, where everyone feels like family. 

So, I  have my  personal trainer exam on the 16th, I have an interview to be an online fitness coach tomorrow, and I have more work on the construction site on Thursday.

Life is good...

I'll leave you with this:

What the fuck is it sitting on??


Thursday, May 24, 2012

Where I've Been Lately

Hello, all!

Well, it seems I've moved backward from daily to weekly to monthly to quarterly to semi-annual...I'm trying to get back into it

So, let me start by saying I don't post anonymous comments on my blog.  If you are going to disagree with me, that's great--I welcome discussion,just grow up and use an identity.  Also, if you are going to trash me, call me names or discuss what you think you know of my private life (and believe me, I keep my private life just that...private), then your comments will never reach the page.  These are a couple of reasons I've backed off the blogging.  It's also why I now monitor comments and don't just let anyone post a comment.  I don't go to people's blogs and trash them, I respect them as people.  If I disagree, I do so nicely and diplomatically.

Now that we're past that, let me catch you up. Last we talked, I was working on a contract for a government LE agency.  Well, my contract ended in January.  My company, bless them, kept me employed for as long as they could without a contract but gave me my notice on 04 May.  I had four days to find a job.  Yep, nothing like a little stress!  I was pretty freaked out, let me tell you.  But my Mac was stalwart and kept telling me I would find something great.  And wouldn't you know?  He was right.  I signed on yesterday with a great company as a subcontractor writing curriculum for one of the military services.  I'll also be the webmaster for our little corner of the their knowledge online website!  The best part?  I get to work from home over 60% of the time!!  I don't have to battle that damn Beltway traffic anymore!  No more rushing home and pulling up in the driveway, praying that Little Man is ready for whatever practice he has, running in the house, throwing off my suits and heels, grabbing a slice of cheese and heading to some sort of sport!  Well, of course I throw something else on, too. I can't exactly attend practices nekkid, now can I?

I'm studying to be a certified personal trainer, I've signed up to finish college since I let *that* slide off the rails with only 18 hours left.  I did, however, change my major.  I'm majoring in hospitality/restaurant management.  My goal is to open a little bar/cafe in Port Royal, and spend my days pleasing people's taste buds and my evenings watching the sunset from my beach house deck.  I will be doing all this while writing the next great American novel, too!

Last weekend I ran the Marine Corps Historic Half.  I wonder how well I would do if I actually trained one of these days??  Mac doesn't find that joke funny, but what do you expect from an Ironman? I did well the first seven miles, then felt like I was breaking down between seven to 10.  After that, I was pretty good to the finish, though.  I was 20 minutes off my time from last year, but I haven't been running as much this year.  However, I have to.  I turn 46 tomorrow and my birthday bucket list this year is to complete a Tough Mudder.  I've already committed and signed up for two, one in Maryland in September then another in South Carolina in October. I have 15K Rebel Run in July to warm up for September.  All of my runs either benefit the USMC, the Wounded Warrior program or both.  My birthday bucket list for next year is a triathlon. 

Progidal finished high school in January and has decided to pursue a career in graphic arts.  His dream is to attend SCAD, so once we're settled in South Carolina, at least he'll be close!  Middle was accepted to Johnson Wales out of Providence for network engineering, but he has decided to put it off for a year, stay home and attend AACC along with Progidal.  It *is* the biggest and best community college in the U.S. so I have no issues with that.  He graduates with high honors next week.  It seems that I'll be attending school with my sons...LOL

Little Man has become a scholar/athlete.  He's in the gifted program and is pretty sought after by coaches for the football and lacrosse teams around here. 

So things are good.  Very good, in fact.  Went through a lot of stress and there are still miles at my feet, but things are getting better.  I was working in the yard today, which is very cathartic to me, and thought about this blog.  I never sit down and plan what I'm going to write about, but Mac keeps asking me to go back to writing, tells me that he misses reading me.  Probably knows this is cathartic for me, too.  Plus, it gets me out of his high and tight for a while.  He has really been my strength through my drama this winter and spring.  I went through a really bad depression for a few weeks in December.  I'm surprised he survived it.  I'm surprised *we* survived.  He always seems to get the worst of me and just keeps pushing through.  I gotta tell you, I love this man...He even sent me a pillow pet for my birthday!  He remembered I commented to him months ago that I wanted one.

I'm working on clearing the clutter out of my house and to feng shui it.  I need better flow, I really think it affects my attitude.  I also am trying to decide where to put my home office...Home office, how great is *this*??  My boss is so very cool.  She tells me, remember your job is mobile.  You can go anywhere you want, go to South Carolina for a couple weeks, take your job with you.  It's not a problem.

OK, so I know this isn't a funny blog.  I guess I'm trying to ease back into it.  I have to work my way back, you know.  So, I will be here more often, I will get funny again.

OH, and just one more thing:  Thank you, Dr. Nononono or Anonymous, as was your first identity.  I don't have snatch-fro envy, so you know.  And I'm not sure who your OB/GYN is?  But the various ones I've had through my lifetime, including my last flight surgeon, said it's not a bad thing at all, especially if you work out a lot.  Drier is better when you're a person that runs and sweats.  Besides, being bare is a personal choice.  Brazilians aren't necessary, but keep that snatch-fro trimmed...no one wants to see your twatlocks hanging out on the beach.  OH, and I don't shave...I wax. So bless your little heart for your input.

As always, I'll leave you with this:

See ya, folks!!