My Typical Day in Amsterdam

In 1993, I resigned my job. I was living in the UK at the time. Instead of moving back to my hometown (Houston), I decided I wanted to experience a cold winter. I had never seen a cold winter before. So I moved to Amsterdam. Just a 45-minute flight from London.

Freedom!

I had money in the bank and all the time in the world. To do whatever I wanted to do. After leasing an apartment for 6 months, I quickly fell into a routine. I am very routine-minded. Very consistent.

My typical day would go like this. Wake up (or get home from the gay baths) around 5am-ish. Drink 2 or 3 cups of coffee while watching BBC News and smoking a joint or two. I just had to keep up with the world news. Shower and shave and leave the apartment about 7am. I would walk to an Irish pub in the heart of the city; a 20 minute walk. I'd get a newspaper and drink 2 or 3 pints of lager while reading. Then I'd go next door to one of Amsterdam's 200+ Coffeeshop's and resupply my hash. Smoke another joint while there and move on down the road. By now, it's around 10am.

I adopted a basement bar/pool hall as MY place. It opened at 11am every day. I was there to help open it. Made a number of acquaintances during the 6 months I lived there. We'd play pool and stay stoned (while playing) well into mid-afternoon.

Nap time. Head back home. Sleep, then wake up and begin that routine all over again by 6pm. I would alter the bars each night and visit different coffeeshops. Sometimes I would spend the night at the gay baths which didn't even open til 11pm. I was pretty fucked up by that time. But I was loyal. Consistent.

Six months and $18,000 later, I decided to move back to Houston. I just spent the mildest winter Amsterdam had seen in years. It only snowed once and the canals froze over once too. But my brain stayed frozen for the entire time.

Reasons

todAAy i AAm grAAteful & thAAnkful

that my mother's speech therapist may request more time to work with her - this has big Medicare implications and that's a good thang

that 2 friends requested my presence yesterday - one who had read my post from the morning and one who had not

that I so rarely get mad at people any more

that I lost so little during my drinking years

that I'll never know what oppurtunites I didn't take advantage of during those years

that I found my journals from ages 16 and 17 years old - I may have to revise some things I thought I remembered (more to come)

that I completed painting 2 walls last night which will now require additional touch up work in other colors

I will also attempt a LARGE painting to cover the wall I just painted

that I am being visited by my nephew this morning at my home - he has never been to my home during his lifetime (26 years old) even though we live 5 miles apart

that James Frey ("A Million Little Pieces") is being exposed for what he truly is -- see what Jim and David have to say

IT'S OK NOT TO BE OK. PEOPLE DON'T COME TO AA BECAUSE THEY'RE OK.

Apple Fritter

I love
eating
one of
these
Apple Fritters
for
breakfast.

I think
they
contain
some sugar,
though.

Weeding Out the Gratitude

todAAy i AAm grAAteful & thAAnkful

for a good meeting with my sister regarding our Mom's near-term future and living accomodations

that I am healthy and sober - today! All the "bad" stuff is secondary.

for those willing to serve on the Lambda Center Board; it's a wonderful service and learning opportunity

that I had no desire, compulsion or thought about having alcohol over the weekend even though I was isolating

to have heard that isolating from those in recovery is just another form of selfishness -- Does it ever end? LOL

that I always find ways to keep myself busy

that I finally repainted part of my living/dining room - I had given it thought since I moved here in September 2003

that my friend Liz (UK) lives close to Prince Wiliam's new home in Sandhurst -- get pictures Liz!!

My mind is a garden. My thoughts are the seeds. My harvest will be either flower or weeds.
-Mel Weldon

That's a Good Question.

Why do I blog?

Simple answer. But complicated too.

Joey gave me the idea for this. He posted a very good answer to this question.

Steve was doing a blog. Scott was going to start one. So I began too, as a way to have a kind of online journal. A place to put things I have heard in AA meetings, and my thoughts about those things. A place to write about my feelings. A place to share some of my jokes. After a few months, I added my daily gratitude list.

From almost the first post, I was hooked. Some might call it obsessed. That's how I am with things I like. I go all out with it.

How about you? Why do you blog?

Why I'll Always Be Alone

I've been doing pretty well lately, emotionally. No isolating.

Then, yesterday morning, my trigger was pulled. In an AA meeting, no less. It was the topic of the meeting that did it too. We talked about The Fellowship. The WE of the program. How I get drunk; We stay sober. etc, etc, etc...

Every time I hear this talked about, it reminds me that I have no friends that I hang out with. Rarely in my life have I had friends that I hang out with. I had plenty of "friends" in the bars. But when I walked out the front door, I was alone.

I feel it's the same way in sobriety. I spend a lot of time at my recovery center. I know well over one hundred people there. When I'm there, I have friends. When I walk out the front door, I am alone. Alone until I return there.

There are a few exceptions. Scott W. is one. We ocasionally get together and eat or go shopping for something. That's about it though. And Scott stays pretty busy, so we don't get together very often. I also know that if I want things to be different, I have to take action. I am fully aware of the tools I've heard in recovery.

But my mind tells me that no one really wants to hang out with me. Why would they waste their time on me? I have nothing to offer them. Once anyone spends 30 minutes with me, they'll find any reason to get the hell away. An example happened last night. Scott and another friend asked me to join them for coffee after the 8pm meeting. I wanted to go, but declined because I felt they were only asking me to be polite; they didn't really want me there. I'm afraid to take the initiative myself for fear of more rejection. My perception is that I've been rejected all my life and it's never going to change. The other part of this problem is this: I can't tell any of my "friends" this. If I do, they may ask me to do something with them. Then I'll just feel like a charity case. They are only asking so I won't feel left out. But they would really rather not have me around. For those old enough to know this term, it's a Catch-22 situation for me.

It's a fucked up dilemma; one that I feel so much more in sobriety. I can't just drink it away. There is a solution. It's in the steps of AA. I've tried to just "turn this over" to my HP for two years. I continue to pray about it often and ask my HP to take away the defects of character that produce these feelings. Certainly, my attitude towards the fellowship and fellowshipping in AA do not serve His will. And yes, my sponsor and I have spoken about this at length. He continues to remind me that when I get sick and tired of being sick and tired, maybe then I will make the necessary changes. Until then, nothing changes until it changes.

I just needed to get this out in the open. I am at a point where I feel there's nothing to lose and maybe one of my far-away friends in recovery will have experience, strength and hope to offer.

Good Advice

"Never fart in your wet suit"

Short list

todAAy i AAm grAAteful & thAAnkful

that I'm keeping the list short today due to the lengthy post below this

for having a quiet and peaceful day yesterday

for the Serenity Prayer, which we discussed word by word at the Eyes Wide Shut meeting this morning

We either make ourselves happy or miserable. The amount of work is the same.
-Carlos Castaneda

A New Day Begins at Noon

(this post was delayed one day due to HNT; these events happened on Wednesday)

Well, it finally happened guys. Yours truly finally had a fucked up day. Well, not really, but ...

Things were going OK til I got to my Mom's nursing center. It's called a nursing center, not home. I walked in her room at 9:15am and she let me know she had a hair salon appointment at 9:30. (the shop is in the building) How dare she schedule this when I am going to be there? Just who does she think I'm coming to visit? Her Certified Nurse's Assistant? Settle down, David.

She also wants me to call her doctor and make sure he visits her today. No way I can tell him when to visit because we don't know how long the hair appointment will take. That's out for today Mom, unless you have an emergency. She is, of course, upset about this.

She also wants me to call her CPA TODAY! to discuss a tax situation. Mom, I can't talk to him this week because he's in LA at the Rose Bowl. I told you this last week. OK, she forgot about that. (All these things she "tells" me takes several minutes for her to write down and for me to figure out what she is writing.)

OK. At 9:45am I take her downstairs in her wheelchair to the salon. This room is big enough to accommodate about 6 wheelchairs and then it's packed. Her past appointments have taken 2-3 hours due to all the elderly wheelchair-bound women getting their hair done every day and only one hairdresser. I've accepted that we won't have much conversation today. Mom wrote to me to write a check to the lady for $70. Damnit, I didn't bring the checkbook because she usually gets her hair done every other Friday. Not on Wednesday. So I empty my wallet of everything. I've got $59 plus $10 in the car. Told the lady I'll pay her the other dollar the next time.

Mom says my sister is coming to visit today too. What? She came yesterday and would never come 2 days in a row. I call my sister and wake her up. It's 10:45am. No way she's coming today. She said she's coming next on Saturday so we can meet up and talk about stuff. My sister hears a little frustration in my voice and tells me I need to take more days for myself and not visit Mom so much. That I'm stressing myself out. After about 14 seconds of sisterly advice, I tell her to stop. Just stop right now. I don't need her or anyone else telling me what to do today.

She gets all defensive about me getting all defensive. So I PAUSE WHEN AGITATED. Take a breath David. I apologized for being short with her. I didn't mention what I didn't tell her a couple of days ago.

At one point, I stopped by the Nursing Center's business office to pick up some secondary insurance paperwork I gave them to fill out last week. They lost it. Can't find it anywhere. I must now re-start that process. It took 3 weeks to get this far with it and this new delay could be very expensive. Settle down, Dave.

Mom is now in the middle of her hair thing and writes to me that she has to pee. We mop up her hair and put a towel around it and I wheel her back up 4 floors to her bathroom with the special commode attachment. Then back to the hair salon. Now I have about 40 minutes to get to Lambda (a 20+ minute drive) where I'm chairing the 12:15pm meeting. I gotta stop at the post office first and then get to an ATM because I have no cash on me now. After the meeting, I'm picking up Norris to take him to a 2pm doctor appointment on the other side of town. Can't go with no cash.

12:00 noon. Arrive @ Lambda.
Open my tool box. Remove "Start the day over" tool. Thank you AA.

hAAlf nAAked thursdAAy

I picked up these guys in Senegal, West Africa

To answer your question, they are 2" statues.

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todAAy i AAm grAAteful & thAAnkful

for my Mom's positive attitude which I know comes from acceptance

that I was able to keep my voice from rising to extreme levels yesterday when confronted by a series of "shit happens" (will post about this tomorrow)

to learn more about a friend at the noon Speaker meeting

that I could help a friend get to a doctor appointment yesterday afternoon; in the old days, I would have been too drunk at 2pm to drive

that I don't work for that Mining company in the P.R. department

for a phone call to a non-alcoholic friend with whom I've lost touch; we're getting together for coffee today

to actually sit and watch a football game and see Texas win the National Championship for the first time since 1969

that I'm taking the day off for a mental health day for me

A happy person is not a person in a certain set of circumstances, but rather a person with a certain set of attitudes.
-Hugh Downs

Reality

todAAy i AAm grAAteful & thAAnkful

once again, for the concept of restraint of tongue and pen

for Rule # 62 ... Don't take yourself too seriously

that I have rarely gotten in life the consequences that I deserve for the wrong things I have done

that each day, my buttons get a little harder to push as long as I don't keep them lubricated

for the truth of the statement "that we are a group of people who would not ordinarily mix"; in my 2+ years in AA, I have met one person who knew me when I drank, but I didn't remember him

for coffee at Starbuck's with friends

that tomorrow is HNT

NOTHING CHANGES UNTIL IT BECOMES REAL.

iPod

The Next Right Thing

My sister is an alcoholic. Untreated.

She's 53 (two years older than I) and has had 3 DUI's. After the last one, about 10 years ago, she got to spend a few months in government provided housing. At the pleasure of the County Sheriff. She no longer drinks and drives, choosing instead to only drink at home and almost always only at night. I don't think she ever gets rip-roaring drunk anymore. That's a good thing.

Having said that ...

Saturday night past, which also happened to be New Year's Eve, Barney died. Barney was one of her 2 dogs. He was a rather husky, mixed breed terrier. He was 11 1/2 years old.

Sis and her common-law husband were outside on the patio Saturday night at their semi-rural home, watching the neighbors shoot off fireworks. Barney was freaking out over the loud noises and bright lights and wanted to go inside. A little unusual for him; he's never been one to be afraid of anything. So they let him inside and they stayed outside to keep watching the show. A little while later she found Barney dead on the floor in a bedroom. Apparent massive heart attack. He had a good life.

Having said that ...

My sister phoned me Sunday evening to let me know of Barney's death and to tell me she would not be around Monday to visit our Mom in the Nursing Home. She only goes on Monday's and Thursday's because of the long drive. She told me that she was too grief stricken to leave the house.

Having said that ...

My recovery program immediately kicked into action. My first thoughts were to tell her that the very best thing she could do, in her state of mind, would be to go visit Mom; stay on the regular schedule. This would help get Barney's death out of the forefront of her mind. Even if just for a couple of hours, she would be helping another human (her mother) in their time of need. I wanted to tell her that she would never forgive herself if Mom were to die before she made it around for the next visit.

My program also told me to keep my damn mouth shut.

Entirely Ready ...

todAAy i AAm grAAteful & thAAnkful

as a sober and recovering son, I can talk to my Mom very honestly and openly about my recovery and my feelings. I told her the story in the above post and she wrote to me (because she can't speak), "your wisdom amazes me."

that, with the exception of my 32nd year of drinking, I am considered very dependable

that we had a Step 6 meeting yesterday --- I once heard that most recovering alcoholics who relapse, do so because of not working Step 6. This is a constant reminder to remain entirely willing.

that my apprehension of sitting through a loooooong Board meeting last night, was wrong. It lasted 20 minutes, a record for us.

that we, as a Board, passed a new set of By-Laws after nearly 2 years of debate over them

that I have downgraded my severe cold to a nuisance cold

that my 3 cats provide me with so much entertainment

WHILE YOU ARE ASLEEP, YOUR DISEASE IS DOING PUSH-UPS.

another new beginning

todAAy i AAm grAAteful & thAAnkful

that I get along with my Mom so well (now that she can't speak) LOL

for an additional 4 weeks for Mom at the nursing center (on Medicare) for her speech therapy

that I made it through another year, relatively unscathed, and wiser

for the beginning of a new year and the miracles I will get to see in the rooms of AA

that I can (and will) keep learning until I quit breathing (ie: my Mom never touched a computer til she was 77, then was soon sending me emails and surfing the net)

that I got to see Jeanie P. yesterday and that she may renew and recharge her AA program (I rarely include names on this list, but I must make this exception)

that I have tried my hardest not to whine and complain about not feeling well (I am usually a pretty "tough" guy except when I'm sick) This is truly new behaviour for me.

that I've actually attempted to take care of myself during this short (hopefully) illness

that the New Years Eve celebration at Lambda was a big success due to the efforts of many alkies

for the Twilight Zone Marathon over the weekend on the Sci-Fi channel

IF IT'S SOMETHING I WANT, IT'S MY WILL.
IF IT'S SOMETHING THAT HAPPENS TO ME, IT'S GOD'S WILL.

Eggplant

Card Shark

Wish I'd Thought of That

LONDON (Reuters) - If you have an envious streak, you probably shouldn't read this.
Because chances are, Alex Tew, a 21-year-old student from a small town in England, is cleverer than you. And he is proving it by earning a cool million dollars in four months on the Internet.
Selling porn? Dealing prescription drugs? Nope. All he sells are pixels, the tiny dots on the screen that appear when you call up his home page.
He had the brainstorm for his million dollar home page, called, logically enough, MillionDollarHomePage, while lying in bed thinking out how he would pay for university.
The idea: turn his home page into a billboard made up of a million dots, and sell them for a dollar a dot to anyone who wants to put up their logo. A 10 by 10 dot square, roughly the size of a letter of type, costs $100.
He sold a few to his brothers and some friends, and when he had made $1,000, he issued a press release.
That was picked up by the news media, spread around the Internet, and soon advertisers for everything from dating sites to casinos to real estate agents to The Times of London were putting up real cash for pixels, with links to their own sites.
So far they have bought up 911,800 pixels. Tew's home page now looks like an online Times Square, festooned with a multi-colored confetti of ads.
"All the money's kind of sitting in a bank account," Tew told Reuters from his home in Wiltshire, southwest England. "I've treated myself to a car. I've only just passed my driving test so I've bought myself a little black mini."
The site features testimonials from advertisers, some of whom bought spots as a lark, only to discover that they were receiving actual valuable Web hits for a fraction of the cost of traditional Internet advertising.
Meanwhile Tew has had to juggle running the site with his first term at university, where he is studying business.
"It's been quite a difficulty trying to balance going to lectures and doing the site," he said.
But he may not have to study for long. Job offers have been coming in from Internet companies impressed by a young man who managed to figure out an original way to make money online.
"I didn't expect it to happen like that," Tew said. "To have the job offers and approaches from investors -- the whole thing is kind of surreal. I'm still in a state of disbelief."

Happy New Year

Will this be you tomorrow?
















I am so glad those days are nothing but memories. Very few memories, actually. I'm just glad no one was around with a camera during very many of my drinking days and nights.

Do You Eat?

Ever been to China? Ever been to Austria?
Damnit, have you ever been anywhere?

Take this International Dining Quiz.

My Last Published List of 2005

todAAy i AAm grAAteful & thAAnkful

that I got around to thinking about maybe taking down my Christmas decorations yesterday

that I'm sober these days during my Mom's illness so that I can be there for her

that I can offer my Experience, Strength and Hope to another friend in recovery (if asked) who is going through a similar situation as my Mom's

that my HP will guide me through any difficult situations if only I ask, listen and act accordingly

that I know enough NOT to buy into some new "discoveries for a cure to alcoholism"

there is no pill or chemical that will give me a spiritual fitness

for all of the HNT bloggers who posted pix yesterday

YOU WILL HAVE PROBLEMS WHETHER OR NOT YOU STAY SOBER.

Assaulted Peanut

hAAlf nAAked thursdAAy

Don't Cry on My Shoulder ...
Use this Bill W. CRYING TOWEL


re: the fine print ...

nobody loves me
broke again
why was i born?
it's too cold
oh! my aching back!
my money has wings
it's too hot
no one ever helps me
i always get the bad breaks
it always rains on sunday's
i'm just a poor workaday slave
i've got lots of luck - all bad!

see the rest of todAAy's pAArticipAAnts

post your own hAAlf nAAked thursdAAy pic

Grateful droppings

todAAy i AAm grAAteful & thAAnkful

for a second successful trip to the dentist with Mom

for the speech and occupational/physical therapists that spend so much time with her daily

for Medicare

for the only sponsor I've had

for the one remaining sponsee I have

that I'll be chairing the 6:30am Monday meetings in January

that I'll get to chair the Wednesday noon Speaker meetings in January

that I have another 6 months on the Lambda Board as secretary

that I have another 20 months as GSR for the Eyes Wide Shut group

that I'll be on the Lambda Fundraising Committee for 2006

that I may be on the Round-Up Committee in 2006

that I have done this list 5 days/week since April 2004

that in some ways, my OCD works for me

No love, no friendship can cross the path of our destiny without leaving some mark on it forever.
-Francois Muriac

Education is Bliss

todAAy i AAm grAAteful & thAAnkful

for life's challenges, without which I would never grow

for gifts that don't come in wrapped packages

for my recovery tool box

for the serenity that keeps following me around when it used to run in the other direction

for all the friends celebrating AA birthdays this month

that tomorrow is hAAlf nAAked thursdAAy, everyone is welcome to join in

that Ed McMahon writes to me every year

If you think education is expensive - try ignorance.
-Derek Bok

Liz the Creative

Monday I told you about my friend Liz in the UK. When she lost her longtime job and career about 3 years ago, she didn't know what to do. I guess the UK is like the USA when it comes to employment -- if you're over 45 or 50, you are pretty much out of the job market. The 20-something's who do the hiring don't want to talk to you. Experience and marketability go out the window.
What to do? Create your own job, of course. So Liz got to work making birthday cards and special occasion cards. She coerced a few small retail outlets to allow her to market her cards. And life goes on. It keeps her busy and she can pay the mortgage.




Now, apparently, she has graduated to tapestries. I received these two for Christmas; one for my Mom and one for me.



Hats off to you, Liz.
You're a better woman than me.

Angels

todAAy i AAm grAAteful & thAAnkful

for Mom's lifted spirits after her road trip on Christmas Day

for the Step 8 meeting yesterday -- I realized that most of my amends must be "living amends" for a variety of reasons. As such, to become willing to make those amends has required me to change almost all of my previous behaviors.

that my thinker continues to improve

that I have no financial debt, but I owe many people for showing me the way; people I call my Angels

for the stories in The Big Book - today we read "Physician, Heal Thyself" on page 301 (4th edition)

that I never get caught up in the shopping crowds - before OR after Christmas

for this very strange weather we're having this week in Houston - the low temperature this morning was 62F and the high temperature today will hit 80F

When you come to the end of all the light you know, and it’s time to step into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing that one of two things shall happen: Either you will be given something solid to stand on or you will be taught to fly.
-Edward Teller

Promises

I don't have a very good memory. While I have read the Big Book (Alcoholics Anonymous) front to back a number of times, I find it quite difficult to find any particular subject when I need to find it. (yes, I have a Concordance) However, because I have led many meetings and used The Promises as a reading to begin some meetings, I do happen to know where to find that passage.

Having said that ...

Over the weekend, I was doing volunteer service work answering the Intergroup phones at Lambda Center. At 6:25am a young caller asked me if I knew where to find The Promises in the Big Book. First, I asked if he had the book handy. "Yes," he said, "I have it now." I told him to look at the bottom of page 83 and he should find what he's looking for. A moment later, he said, "Thanks a lot!" That was all he wanted. Great. I was so happy I could help him.

An hour later, just before my regular AA meeting, the leader asked me if I would read The Promises at the end of the meeting. "Of course," I told him. I grabbed a book and held it in my lap until the end of that meeting.

I knew exactly where to find what he wanted me to read.

Grateful for Faith

todAAy i AAm grAAteful & thAAnkful

that all of the physical therapy that my Mom has done for the past 6 weeks paid off yesterday on her first "Road Trip" (she was totally exhausted after 5 hours away from her bed)

that we went to my sister's home an hour's drive from Houston to celebrate Christmas Day

that not everyone in AA has what I want; I wouldn't have a place to put it all anyway

that my recovery program is tailor-made just for me and it can be changed as necessary

that "carrying the message" takes as many forms as I wish it to

for all the sober bloggers who share their Experience, Strength and Hope

Talk happiness; talk faith; talk health. Say you are well, and all is well with you, and God shall hear your words and make them true.
-Ella Wheeler-Wilcox

Happy Boxing Day, Liz

We were at a pub in Guildford, England one evening. I had only met Liz a short time before at our UK office. It was 1989.

I was living with my boss (a very straight man) in Guildford. We worked long hours but I always found time to get drunk each evening. I had very little time to explore "my personal life." I was frustrated sexually I suppose. There was no one I could talk to. So I drank. And drank.

This particular evening, I somehow found the courage to ask Liz to come listen to me. We went to a table outside the pub. I don't remember exactly how the conversation went (Liz probably does) but before I knew it, I had told her that I was gay. She didn't seem surprised. Imagine that!

She shared with me that her son was also gay. So she understood where I was coming from. From that day, a relationship developed. Finally, there was someone I could talk to. Someone who knew about me. Someone with whom I could be honest. I told Liz many things about me and, if you knew Liz, you'd know how very inquisitive she is. We went drinking together** many places in Guildford and London for the next 5 years. I travelled a lot, but whenever I was in the UK, Liz and I would get together. She often dropped me off and picked me up at the airport.

**Liz is not an alcoholic; she might drink 1 or 2 glasses of lager, then change over to cokes.

She's had many difficult times in her life. Breast cancer, losing her job of many years due to layoff (redundancy in the UK), continuing legal problems with her son, the loss of her Mom, a brother who cares only about himself, an ex husband with severe mental problems, losing her best friend of many years to cancer. She has tackled everything life can throw at her with grace and dignity.

Today is Boxing Day in the United Kingdom. Have a GREAT day, Liz!!

more on Liz to follow soon (and Liz, you're encouraged to comment on this -- LOL)

From Us to You

Hayley, Mono and Devil want to wish you a Merry Christmas

whatEVER

I wanted to send out some sort of holiday greeting to my friends, but it is so difficult in today's world to know exactly what to say without offending someone. So I met with my attorney yesterday, and on his advice I wish to say the following:

Please accept with no obligation, implied or implicit, my best wishes for an environmentally conscious, socially responsible, low stress, non-addictive, gender neutral celebration of the winter solstice holiday, practiced within the most enjoyable traditions of religious persuasion or secular practices of your choice with respect for the religious/secular persuasions and/or traditions of others, or their choice not to practice religious or secular traditions at all. I also wish you a fiscally successful, personally fulfilling, and medically uncomplicated recognition of the onset of the generally accepted calendar year 2006, but not without due respect for the calendars of choice of other cultures whose contributions to society have helped make America great (not to imply that America is necessarily greater than any other country or is the only "America" in the western hemisphere) and without regard to the race, creed, color, age, physical ability, religious faith, or sexual preference of the wishee.

By accepting this greeting, you are accepting these terms: This greeting is subject to clarification or withdrawal. It isfreely transferable with no alteration to the original greeting. It implies no promise by the wisher to actually implement any of the wishes for her/himself or others and is void where prohibited by law, and is revocable at the sole discretion of the wisher. This wish is warranted to perform as expected within the usual application of good tidings for a period of one year or until the issuance of a subsequent holiday greeting, whichever comes first, and warranty is limited to replacement of this wish or issuance of a new wish at the sole discretion of the wisher.

Disclaimer: no trees were harmed in the sending of this message however, a significant number of electrons were slightly inconvenienced.

Why Santa did not write you back

We all know Santa Claus is a very busy man this time of year. He cannot possibly respond to all of your letters. Our small team of investigators found out the real reason Santa doesn't always write back to the kids.

The Spirit of Gratitude

todAAy i AAm grAAteful & thAAnkful

that I got a lot of stuff done yesterday, one of my days off from the Nursing Center

that I have been introduced to a spirituality that may have no bounds

for the "job" my parents did raising my sister and me

for dinner with a two-year old friend (in AA, that is)

that every day of every month, I have much more than I need

that I don't have to be lonely any more unless I choose to be

for those who have volunteered their time to answer Intergroup phones at Lambda Center this weekend

for very mild weather during this weekend, ranging from the mid-40's to about 70F

that I can end sentences with a preposition and no period because it's my list

If you have the will to win, you have achieved half your success; if you don’t, you have achieved half your failure.
-David V.A. Ambrose

Christmastime Snapshots

In case I don't see you this weekend, have a very
Merry Christmas.
If you can't be with family,

maybe you can be with these holiday makers.

the Simplicity of it all

todAAy i AAm grAAteful & thAAnkful

that my nephew showed up at the nursing home to visit Mom while I was there yesterday

that Mom is still capable of making most of her own decisions

that I am sober and can make those decisions happen for her

that I got to hear the story of a good AA friend; a guy who is just now "stepping out of the box" with Courage and determination

for the concept of Pause When Agitated - this simple tool has saved me from making a fool of myself (more than usual, at least) numerous times since I got sober

that, in sobriety, there are multiple ways to accomplish goals

that today marks the 2nd AA birthday of one of my support group

for passion

Money is a very excellent servant, but a terrible master.
-P.T. Barnum

hAAlf nAAked thursdAAy

CLICK HERE to see the other HNT participants

Happy things

todAAy i AAm grAAteful & thAAnkful

that today is the first day of Winter and it kind of feels like it in Houston

for time spent with S.W. / A.ofG. yesterday morning

for peace and serenity throughout my days these days

that my sponsee made it to One Year of sobriety and we had a nice sober lunch

that I can actually listen to the things I hear

that I have enough memory remaining to remember to go to AA meetings

that watching the BaBaWaWa TV special last night reminded me why I am NOT religous

that I have finished my Christmas shopping - again, for the 2nd time in a week!

that tomorrow is hAAlf nAAked thursdAAy and I hope all bloggers can participate and post their pictures on the dedicated website
(click here to post a picture)

Happiness is a perfume you cannot pour on others without getting a few drops on yourself.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson

NYC Transit Strike

The Transit strike in New York City is on!

If you have the time for a little entertainment, CLICK HERE and read downtownlad AND the comments provided by his readers.

If ...

1) If I were a car, I'd be a ... 1964 Buick Riviera

2) If I could change jobs, I'd be a ... baseball player

3) If I were not a human being, I'd want to be ... an eagle

4) If I were a color, I'd be ... blue

5) If I were a flower, I'd be ... a tulip

What say you?

being Open to Change

todAAy i AAm grAAteful & thAAnkful

that my Mom was able to write some Christmas cards yesterday

that, for this alcoholic, Step 7 is a daily part of my life

that I've given up all hope of having a better past

for consistency - in most everything I like to do

for my bestest friend Liz K. in the UK. She has stood by me through some difficult times and has always had the kind words to comfort me over the past 16 years.

that I have had 6 sponsee's in my AA life. Today marks the One-Year Birthday of my only current sponsee. He's the first sponsee I have worked with to reach that milestone. We're gonna celebrate with a nice lunch. Sober.

that my home heating has been fixed and it's nice and lukewarm in here again

If you are going through hell...keep going.
-Winston Churchill

Hot Christmas

The forecast for this weekend in Houston has the temperatures ranging from 50-68F. You may know that I travelled a lot in my former life. For years, I lived out of a suitcase.

I was recently reminded about some of the places I've experienced the Christmas holiday.

1988 -- Trinidad & Tobago -- 2 small islands in the southeastern Caribbean, average temperature in December runs 70F-85F, much rain

1989 -- Malta -- a small island in the Mediterranean, average temperature in December 65F-75F, no rain

1990 -- Las Palmas de Gran Canaria -- a small island off the coast of northwest Africa, average temperature in December 72F-90F, no rain

1991 -- Dakar, Senegal -- a country in western Africa bordering the southern Sahara Desert -- average temperature in December 75F-90F, no rain

1992 -- Walvis Bay, Namibia -- a country in southwest Africa -- average temperature in December 75F-82F, no rain

I definitely noticed a trend towards warm Christmas days. And then,

1993 -- Amsterdam, The Netherlands -- a country in northern Europe, average temperature in December 28F-40F, some rain, snow

..... WHAT HAPPENED?

We & Me

todAAy i AAm grAAteful & thAAnkful

for the strength, hope and general great attitude of my Mom during this difficult time of her life

for some good recovery this weekend

that I had dinner with my sponsor and his sponsor Saturday night

that being on the Board of Directors of Lambda Center does not have any negative effects on my sobriety; instead, it's a great learning experience

that I received a new Serenity Prayer coffee cup, a new "Twenty Four Hours a Day" book, and a Bill W. Crying Towel over the weekend as presents

for the 65 people who participated in our little fundraising & gift exchange party

that when I pay attention, I know that I am the only person working my program of the 12 Steps and that we are all at different levels of life

to be reminded that I can't "phone in" my recovery nor will it b delivered to my front door; I must work for it

that my way is never the only way and it is often not the right way

that I'm on the committee to plan for our New Years Eve celebration next week at Lambda

When I was new, I didn't think I had any obsessions until I started thinking about it. Then it was all I could think about.

at least they're original

... and nobody can copy them.

But who would want to?

I did these for my sister's Christmas present. She's very hard to shop for.
She likes earth tones and has mucho wall space in her new home.

Dangerous Intersection

Right time, right place

Church's

One of the local television stations in South Louisiana actually aired an interview with an African-American woman from New Orleans.

The interviewer was a woman from a Boston affiliate, so she asked the interviewee how such total and complete devastation of the churches in the area had affected their lives.

The woman replied, "I don't know about all those other peoples but we gets our chicken from Popeye's."

The look on the interviewer's face was priceless.


thanks to david v from houston

Boston Wins !!!

Boston is a fine young woman and a friend for over a year. She had a great day yesterday. Pay her a visit at CREATIVE INTELLIGENCE.

Making a Mountain out of a Molehill

Saw BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN yesterday. Went with 4 other gay friends. It's playing at the River Oaks Theatre, here in Houston. Apparently they have exclusive rights to showing this movie. whatEVER.

OK. The movie. What is all the uproar about? I don't see many movies, instead I prefer watching the television machine. I see more gay-related material on TV every week than this movie had. Sure, its a love story. Two cowboys. So what! Big deal! QUEER EYE FOR THE STRAIGHT GUY and WILL & GRACE are a lot racier than this movie. I think all the nay-sayers are giving this movie the publicity it needs to get viewers. The producers of Brokeback should take the right-wingers out for a night on the town in appreciation.

It's a decent movie, well written and well made. If this film wins all the Oscars they are talking about, it's been a pretty rough year for the cinematic industry. If they want to give it a bunch of awards just because it's ground-breaking, then they should create a category for that. Then they could make a movie about the far-right Christian bunch who one day actually exhibited love and tolerance for their fellow man. Now, that would be ground-breaking material! And it would be listed as science-fiction as well.

Promises of Gratitude

todAAy i AAm grAAteful & thAAnkful

for Houston weather - yesterday was just about perfect - 42F - 60F and no clouds

for the frame of mind I have experienced lately - very serene, peaceful, laid back and even tolerant at times LOL

for the Serenity to accept my Mom's condition

for the Courage to change my attitude

for the Wisdom to "pass" when asked to share at a meeting yesterday - I had nothing to say

that the Twelve Promises of A.A. are real, not fictitious AND they are the result of living the Steps, not the goal

that each of my lists this week have GRATITUDE in the title

that it rarely snows here

for the promise of a busy schedule today and tomorrow, almost all recovery related

Do not ask the Lord to guide your footsteps, if you are not willing to move your feet.
-Anonymous

Sobriety and Recovery

What's the difference?

In my 2+ years in the rooms of AA, I've met and heard many alcoholics. I've heard the full range -- from those who go to a certain number of meetings each week/month, who work the Steps, have a sponsor who they stay in regular contact with and who have a Higher Power that they remain in conscious contact with. And I hear those who state that they rarely attend meetings, have yet to work the Steps after years involved in AA, may or may not have a sponsor and may or may not have had numerous relapses. Many have found every reason not to surrender to this illness. They often have many complaints but today they are sober. Happy, joyous and free are not part of their vocabulary.

What is sobriety? What is recovery?
I know this --- if I am going to be miserable, I am going to return to the bars and forget about stopping drinking.

comments please

hAAlf nAAked thursdAAy

Santa just got busted!

got a better caption for this pic?
let me hear it, please.



This is the Christmas tree at
Lambda Center, here in Houston.

Lambda is one of the finest AA / Al-Anon recovery centers for the GLBT* community in the USA.


* gay, lesbian, bi-sexual, transgender


CLICK HERE to see the others
posting on HNT today

Filled with Gratitude

todAAy i AAm grAAteful & thAAnkful

to spend more time with Mom. I watched her get exhausted doing her physical therapy.

that she then wrote to me, "No pain. No gain."

to hear the story of a friend in recovery; his struggles to get 15 consecutive months sobriety since first trying in 2001

that I grew up with a "normal" family; so often, I hear stories about VERY dysfunctional families behind the alcoholic upbringing

to have a new name for Sonny of Lambda Center - the Coffee Lady

that I somehow lived through several potentially deadly situations that I put myself in when I lived in Africa

for absolutely crazy dreams I have when I go to sleep, nearly every night AND that I can remember them usually

that I'm going to see Brokeback Mountain with 3 other drunks and none of us will be drinking

The greatest good you can do for another is not just share your riches, but to reveal to him his own.
-Benjamin Disraeli

Aiming @ Gratitude

todAAy i AAm grAAteful & thAAnkful

for a very nice day off from the hospital

that I know that I must take care of myself; physically, emotionally and spiritually before I can be of help to my Mom (or anyone else for that matter)

for a really good Step 3 meeting yesterday, reminding me once again that my life was saved when I made a decision to practice Step 3 regarding my drinking

that I accept my personality as it is but I don't have to accept my behaviour

that when I am spiritually fit, I create very little drama in my life and other lives

for the dirty, used items in my AA tool box

for all of my bosses who put up with my shit for 2 decades

for kitty cat Christmas gifts from my neighbors

Aim at Heaven and you will get Earth thrown in.
Aim at Earth and you get neither.
-C.S. Lewis

... more homophobic fear

Stephen Bennett of STRAIGHT TALK RADIO knows more than you or I. If you don't believe me, ask him! Click on the link above to read his review of Brokeback Mountain. I know this -- I have been watching straight movies for all of my 50+ years and it hasn't influenced me to be straight yet.

I'm left to think that the reason so many "straight" people are afraid of homosexuals is simply because they're afraid it will rub off (pun intended).

Truth is ...... we don't want him!!

All kidding aside, the point is lost when I or anyone else speaks about someone "turning" straight or gay. It isn't a choice. We are born that way. Mr Bennett says he is a former homosexual. I would hazard to guess that he is a current bullshitter just trying to make a few $$$$ of other homophobes.

Behaving with Gratitude

todAAy i AAm grAAteful & thAAnkful

for Mom's road trip yesterday to the dentist - a highly successful journey and her first descent into the outdoor world in 6 weeks

that I can be there today for her so that my sister doesn't have to shoulder the total weight of our Mom's illness

for the 2 most important words in Step Six of AA's Twelve Steps -- "were entirely ready to have God remove all these defects of character"

that as each day passes, I try a little bit less to hold on to some of my most glaring character defects

that these days my behaviour reflects my program of sobriety

for quiet afternoons and peaceful evenings by myself

that I almost always enjoy being with me

"If we treat people as they are, we make them worse.
If we treat people as they ought to be, we help them become what they are capable of becoming."
GOETHE via POSTCARDS FROM HELL'S KITCHEN 12/12/05

My Other Lives (part 2)

go back to part 1 as a refresher

October, 1988. I was 34 years old and had a live-in boyfriend. We'd been together for 4 years. We were both alcoholics. He was 10 years my junior (I've always been attracted to guys younger than myself). He was also a hypochondriac, HIV positive, addicted to pain meds shopping and lying. And he was a psycho. Definitely bi-polar. We had met in a gay bookstore while doing the nasty in a back room. Neither of us ever had any pretention of being monogamous. Perfect fit, eh?

I could write for hours about that relationship, but I digress.

The company I worked for sent me to Trinidad and Tobago for a short project. I would be gone for a couple of months. I was thrilled to get away from Psycho. While there I quickly discovered one of the world's great pubs. Straight, of course. Yeah, right. Not when I was there.

This initial overseas assignment turned into years of more travelling. A good part of those travels were by myself. For the next 5 years, I would spend weeks and months in port cities, living in hotels. I worked in straight environments with frequent visits by my boss. For a couple of those years, my boss and I lived together in a rental home near London. The home also served as our office outside the USA. If anyone ever suspected I was gay OR an alcoholic, they didn't let on (to me, at least). Work by day. Drink at night with the occasional sexual tryst.

I became very good at separating work from play. They were literally two different lives. They ran parallel to each other. I would often travel from London to a small port in Holland. That included the 45-minute flight to Amsterdam followed by an hour train trip north. Nearly every time I made that trip I would stay overnight in Amsterdam at a gay bathhouse. Amsterdam provided all my wants. Good bars, easily available marijuana and sex. Then I would head off to work early the next morning, no one the wiser. I did this countless times.

I've heard many times in AA meetings how we are so good at compartmentalizing our lives. That's exactly what I did.

During those last years of drinking when I had returned to Houston I tried not to show my alcoholism to my mother. When I visited her it would be in the mornings, before I began drinking for the day. On holidays and family get-togethers I rarely stayed more than a couple of hours. Had to get to the bar, ya know. I tried to hide it from Mom, but she knew. Oh yeah, she knew.

Today, I am so lucky to be able to continue making my living amends to her as a sober and responsible son. Now is when it counts. Now is when she really needs me and I am there for her. Not only do I love sobriety, I love recovery.

Gratitude Avenue

todAAy i AAm grAAteful & thAAnkful

that I am taking my Mom to a necessary dentist appointment this morning; she can handle it, I hope

that I have received 827 daily gifts since the day I stopped drinking; one day at a time

for my health and yours

that I now accept that I'm not now nor have I ever been a very "social" person

that "pause when agitated" really works whenever I use it

that I can quietly leave a situation where I am not comfortable instead of creating additional drama

that I have a couple of recovering friends I can talk to when it's necessary

that people who think they have it all, actually have much less than they believe -- yet they may never know or appreciate that

that I don't have to be verbal about my judgements or opinions -- even on here, I do not include names, but I can use this media to "vent"

that my Christmas shopping is done!

WHEN THINGS ARE GOING GREAT, SOBRIETY IS GOOD.
WHEN THINGS ARE GOING BAD, SOBRIETY IS BETTER.

*** if you have time, please visit Dan today by clicking here

and now, for something a little different

My latest attempt at something artistic.

One thing I did differently ...

it is not framed.
what appears to be a yellow frame, is actually just yellow paint on the canvass.

i'm still just using spray paint,
no brushes.

today, i'll finish 2 pieces for my sister's christmas present.

Little Johnny's First Snowman

"... in all our affairs."

"The chief purpose of A.A. is sobriety. We all realize that without sobriety we have nothing.

However, it is possible to expand this simple aim into a great deal of nonsense, so far as the indivudual member is concerned. Sometimes we hear him say, in effect, 'Sobriety is my sole responsibility. After all, I'm a pretty fine chap, except for my drinking. Give me sobriety, and I've got it made!'

As long as our friend clings to this comfortable alibi, he will make so little progress with his real life problems and responsibilities that he stands in a fair way to get drunk again. This is why A.A.'s Twelfth Step urges that we 'practice these principles in all our affairs.' We are not living just to be sober; we are living to learn, to serve, and to love."
reprinted from AS BILL SEES IT - page 94

I find it very difficult to practice these principles in all my affairs. It is my goal, never to be completely attained. What are these principles?

Honesty
Faith
Hope
Courage
Integrity
Willingness
Humility
Brotherly Love
Discipline
Perseverance
Awareness of God
Service to Others

My Other Lives (part 1)

Where to begin?

I believe that a lot of us alcoholics have led double lives, at least at times. For me, it was working in a very straight and conservative environment. First, in the public school system as a PE teacher and football coach, then in the oil business. Neither of those allowed a way of life where I could feel comfortable being myself. Certainly not in the school system back in the mid-1970's in Houston, Texas. My 20-year career in the oil industry involved working with hundreds of guys in the offshore part of the business. Many were rough, tough rednecks from the south. Most others I knew were at least on the conservative side of thinking.

Combined with my sensitivites of what others might think of me, neither of those areas of employment provided a venue where I could be myself. As a result, most of my adult life I was the straight-acting, sports-loving, heavy-drinking and usually pretty much fun guy to be around. Rarely, if ever, did I inject talk about women and dating. I told the good joke when I could think of one. Steers and queers types of jokes. I had to fit in.

So as a gay man I could rarely be me. I thought I had to be who you wanted me to be. I was pretty damn good at it. But I had another life as well.

By age 18 I knew I was gay. College was fun. Lots of drinking, lots of free sex. I didn't date girls, of course. But I didn't date guys either since I was heavily involved in sports. From 1977 (age 23), I lived in Montrose, the accepted gay section in Houston. I often had gay roommates. I went to the gay bars. Every night. I had gay boyfriends. I learned to separate my personal life from my professional life. It worked quite well for me during those formative years.

Then, in 1988 at the age of 34, I began working overseas. An Escape.

link to part 2

The Perfect Couple

Go along with the perfect couple as they take a leisurely drive through the countryside with Santa.

CLICK HERE

Visions

todAAy i AAm grAAteful & thAAnkful

that I took a "day off" from visiting Mom in the hospital; a day for me

that I got a lot of little things accomplished yesterday

to help celebrate the 4th AA birthday of a friend at 6:30am today

that the best way to start the day is by waking up, then talking to my HP

that I am as unpolitically correct as I can get away with

that, while my drinking obsession has been removed, all my other character defects must be attended to -- one day at a time, sometimes, one minute at a time

for the fellowship and food at lunch yesterday with 9 others from Lambda at Kelly's Country Cooking; a 20-minute drive across the city but worth it (to me)

that my cats seem to LOVE their new scratching post (see below)

for all of my blog friends

that my name is not Betty Smith

Look at everything as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time. Then your time on earth will be filled with glory.
-Betty Smith

Manicure or Pedicure?

My cats got an early Christmas present yesterday.




They had worn out one of their scratching posts. It was 2 years old.






They have 2 like the one on the left.

One is upstairs, one down. But this one has outlived its usefulness and I wanted to get them something to play on.




And something to sleep on, of course.

hAAlf nAAked thursdAAy

see the other brave elves, click here

The Freedom of Choice

todAAy i AAm grAAteful & thAAnkful

for a pleasant hour and a half with Mom yesterday; she had just finished putting on her makeup when I arrived, the first time in the 6 weeks since her strokes!

for the 5 or 6 people who went out of their way to continue telling me to Keep Coming Back after I first arrived at the rooms of AA

that I did

that I no longer have to worry about smelling like alcohol, wherever I go, especially in the mornings

that acceptance keeps me sober; my choices provide recovery

that I live in a place that rarely sees snow and ice

that I finally got a cell phone; it's been 3 years since I had one

Understand that the right to choose your own path is a sacred privilege. Use it. Dwell in possiblity.
-Oprah Winfrey

Love is in the Air

If you've ever been in love, you will understand this.




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A Spoonful of Sugar

todAAy i AAm grAAteful & thAAnkful

that I get to spend time with Mom during her recovery - yeterday, she was doing physical therapy most of the time I was there and it was good to see her in action

to see a young mother of 2, with only 3 months of sobriety, get in front of a crowd of recovering friends and lead an AA meeting

that there are so many sweet people in my life

that all of my relationships today must hinge on my relationship with my HP

for the opportunity to make my old behaviours my old behaviours

that I checked out the new line of cell phones - I may purchase one later today

that today is Pearl Harbor Day - it was 64 years ago that the world changed, once again

We can't take any credit for our talents. It's how we use them that counts.
-Madeleine L'Engle

1 Year Addictaversary

I started this blog one year ago today. Why Pearl Harbor Day, I don't know. WhatEVER.

total posts = 706
total hits = 21,770
total page views = 61,036

I'm now averaging over 150 viewers per day. I remember when 50 viewers was my goal, just a few months ago. As with just about evrything else that I enjoy doing, it's become more than a habit. It's just another addiction. I try to be careful not to let it get in the way of more important addictions.

Thanks for checking me out, however often that may be. I don't have a clue if I'll still be at it in a year from now. As long as I enjoy it and have the time, I suppose I will.

Temptation

todAAy i AAm grAAteful & thAAnkful

to see my Mom walk around her room without any assistance of any kind

that these days I can find patience with a smile

that I have yet to discover a trigger to drink alcohol (not that I'm looking for one)

that my experience with Step 5 gave me the courage to share my life and feelings more openly in the rooms of AA and on one-on-one situations

that I am really trying not to isloate; with and without success

that I never had a drinking problem until I got to AA (LOL)

that we read "The Missing Link" in the 6:30am meeting today

for some cool and gorgeous weather in Houston this week

Nobody entirely escapes temptation. You must expect it and be ready for it when it comes. You must be ready to recognize it.
paraphrased from TWENTY-FOUR HOURS A DAY --- Hazelden

Doggie Gossip

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Action & Reaction

todAAy i AAm grAAteful & thAAnkful

that my Mom is looking much better the past few days (especially after going to the hair salon at the nursing center LOL)

that the Promises of AA are not called Possibilities - they DO happen when they are supposed to happen as long as I take the proper action

for the 6:30am "Eyes Wide Shut" AA meeting every weekday

that I see images of my former self on A&E's Intervention on Sunday nights

that my commitments to service work and helping others usually keeps me from isolating

that I still see progress within myself in many areas

that old habits can't be discarded until I take the action to form new ones

that on Saturday I got a lot of little things done around the house, including putting up my Christmas lights

for the gifts from my neighbor for my cats - Catnip for all 3 of them

that my friend Steve is trying to get his blog-hits up, so click anywhere on this line

IF YOU PRAY, WHY WORRY?
IF YOU WORRY AFTER YOU PRAY, WHY PRAY?

Moderation etc...

I didn't know how to drink just one or two beers when I went to the bar.

I began saving used BIC lighters when I was in college. Don't know why. Thirty years later, it's now a collection of over 200 lighters. All Bics. Some with advertising.

I began smoking Marlboro cigarettes at age 17. By the next year, I was smoking 3 packs per day. Thirty-threee years later (now) I still smoke 3 packs per day. I have thought about cutting down to maybe 2 packs.

On this blog, I find it hard to do just one post per day. It is usually two posts. Or three. Most bloggers do much less than that.

I hate to run out of ink in my favorite writing pen. So, of course, I have dozens of pens ready and waiting.

When my boyfriend left me, I wanted a companion. I got a cat. Now I have three cats.

Earlier this year, I wanted a couple pieces of art for a wall. I had never painted. I have now completed 30 pieces.

I go outside my townhouse to clear leaves from my flower bed. I end up spending an hour sweeping leaves from my neighbors sidewalks and sweeping the leaves from the curb.

Early on in sobriety, I wanted to "get involved" in my AA club. I began writing a newsletter. I am now on the Board of Directors, on the fundraising committee, sweep cigarette butts in the parking lot almost every morning, make flyers for most events and do other odd jobs that I think need doing.

In other words, all my life I have been able to do very few things in moderation. It's all or nothing. If I enjoy doing it, I go all out. I over-do it. There's a lot of things I have not mentoioned here but I suspect you get the gist of what I'm talking about.

But I could just keep writing and writing and writing ...

Condom, biggie size

The Obelisk of Buenos Aires is covered with a giant condom to commemorate World AIDS Day

December 1, 2005.

Message from Bill W.

I put up my Christmas lights yesterday, so it must be December. I also came across this writing from Bill W. (co-founder of AA). Sit back and have a read ...

"TO ALL MEMBERS

Greetings On Our 10th Christmas - 1944. Yes, it's in the air! The spirit of Christmas once more warms this poor distraught world. Over the whole globe millions are looking forward to that one day when strife can be forgotten, when it will be remembered that all human beings, even the least, are loved by God; when men will hope for the coming of the Prince of Peace as they never hoped before. But there is another world which is not poor. Neither is it distraught. It is the world of Alcoholics Anonymous, where thousands dwell happily and secure. Secure because each of us, in his own way, knows a greater power who is love, who is just, and who can be trusted. Nor can men and women of AA ever forget that only through suffering did they find enough humility to enter the portals of that New World. How privileged we are to understand so well the divine paradox that strength rises from weakness, that humiliation goes before resurrection; that pain is not only the price but the very touchstone of spiritual rebirth. Knowing its full worth and purpose, we can no longer fear adversity, we have found prosperity where there was poverty, peace and joy have sprung out of the very midst of chaos. Great indeed, our blessings!

And so,-- Merry Christmas to you all-- from the Trustees, from Bobbie and from Lois and me."

Bill W. (co-founder of Alcoholics Anonymous)
December 1944

The Knob

A woman in her forties went to a plastic surgeon for a face-lift. The surgeon told her about a new procedure called “The Knob,” where a small knob is placed on the back of a woman’s head and can be turned to tighten up her skin to produce the effect of a brand new face lift.

Of course, the woman wanted “The Knob.”

Over the course of the years, the woman tightened the knob, and the effects were wonderful—the woman remained young looking and vibrant. After fifteen years, the woman returned to the surgeon with two problems.

”All these years, everything has been working just fine. I’ve had to turn the knob many times and I’ve always loved the results. But now I’ve developed two very annoying problems: First, I have these terrible bags under my eyes and the knob won’t get rid of them.” The doctor looked at her closely and said, “Those aren’t bags, those are your breasts.”

She said, “Well, I guess there’s no point in asking about the goatee.”

White Trash Christmas

Turn up the volume when listening to THIS!!

Daily Progress

todAAy i AAm grAAteful & thAAnkful

to see my Mom walk several minutes yesterday, unassisted except for holding a therpists hand for balance

for her daily progress

for my daily progress

that I can give back to Lambda Center in small ways, the place where my life was saved

that the chaos that I allowed to rule my thoughts and behavior earlier this week, has passed

for my health, which I much too often take for granted

for more beautiful weather today and the weekend

"NO ONE EVER WENT TO JAIL FOR DRINKING TOO MUCH COFFEE"

Dance of the Lights

Hey guys!

It's just about time to put up your Christmas lights, if you do that sort of thing. I put up 2 small strings of white lights and that's it. Too lazy to do much more.

But THIS GUY can't be called lazy when it comes to decorating!
(turn on the volume for the best effect)

hAAlf nAAked thursdAAy

DESIRE
the only requirement


this was the theme
for the 24th annual
2005 Roundup
held during the
Thanksgiving weekend


an AA convention for the
GLBT community in
Houston, and their friends



CLICK HERE to see the others who are posting pix today

Life Happening

todAAy i AAm grAAteful & thAAnkful

to see, once again, what a difference a day makes!

that my Mom is settling into her new home (temporary hopefully) and beginning to receive the physical therapy she desperately needs and wants)

for Medicare and secondary supplemental insurance

for the 2 good Step One meetings I've attended this week

that I know that I can't afford to shut the door on my past, lest I shall repeat it

for the new bloggers from Lambda - 3 in the past 3 weeks

for the mild weather we're having, but sure could use more rain

that I was able to talk to my sponsor yesterday and relate some of my problems to him, honestly and openly

that sometimes, my commitments keep me from being able to isolate

YOU ONLY HAVE TO DO TWO THINGS:
1) DIE
2) LIVE UNTIL YOU DIE
YOU MAKE UP THE REST.