I should see the 10,000 hit mark on my humble little blog. I wish I could figure out who it is (and hope to God it isn't ME!) so I could send them a prize. Funny, huh?
Date was fine last night. It was my third date with this man. I am going to his house today to watch the Broncos game on his big screen TV. I am not all ga-ga over this guy like I was the last one. I do not know how to do this shit. We went to see the movie "Hollywoodland" which I absolutely LOVED. He didn't like it so much, but I sure did.
I am a little disgruntled this morning because I went out last night instead of going to church like I normally do... then I went to church this morning instead of the Sunday Morning meeting of my home group that is so important to me. I went to lots of meetings last week because I knew the weekend was going to be packed, but I miss my Sunday Morning meeting when I don't get there. When I got home from church I wanted to run outdoors - but decided not to because it is too cold and windy. I can run in the cold, but I just can't deal with the wind today.
My brother forwarded me an e-mail from my son. I read it to my daughter and was relieved that she had the same reaction I did... I thought I was being maybe a bit self-centered (who, me?) But she was also a little bit miffed that he wrote out a nice couple paragraph e-mail to his uncle, but sends us only a sentence or two. I told her he probably knows he can get away with that stuff with us - which, of course, he can. He sounds really good. He said he is doing well, is in nice facilities, has good food and is really busy flying which makes the time go by fast. That is music to a mother's ear. He also said Iraq isn't as much of a desert as he thought it would be - there are trees and a little bit of grass.
So I am grateful I have somewhere to go to watch the football game today. My son used to come over every Sunday and watch the game with me, and this is a challenging time for me. Thank God I don't have to sit here and plunge into despair.
"We never wanted to deal with the fact of suffering. Escape via the bottle was always our solution. Character-building through suffering might be all right for saints, but it certainly didn't appeal to us." -- Twelve Steps and Twelve Traditions, p. 74