In loving memory

My son's cat, Jack, died last week. He was run over by a car. I've cried every day since I found out. He was the best cat I've ever had and I miss him.

Little J's visit...

There's a place where I go to AA meetings right down the street from my house. It's kind of a shit hole but we all love it. It really doesn't matter that the place is falling apart. The coffee's great and the people are better. The owner is my grand sponsor so I was excited to take my son there for her to meet. He was feeling a little cooped up because the weather was nasty and we didn't leave the house much. So I took him down to the coffee house to play pool and meet some people.
He said he'd played pool once before so I thought I was gonna have to hold back to give him a chance to learn. But not so. He kicked my butt!










There's also a pinball machine at the coffee house which, it turns out, my son also kicks ass at.












On the opposite side of my house as the coffee shop is the zoo. Once the weather cleared up we took a little walk to check out the animals. Even though our zoo is free, we didn't go in. What's the point when we can see the animals from our back porch? Instead, we traipsed through the bamboo groves that surround the zoo and discovered that homeless people live in them. Then we climbed on the giant metal sculpture in front of the zoo that has a big sign on it telling people not to climb on it. *pthhht*

Xmas 08

My son came to visit for Christmas. It was a very conservative Christmas this year. But I think everyone got something they liked.


Waiting for S to wake up so we could open presents.





What's in your stocking?





Little J's presents.










Mom's presents.






S's present.




Playing with our new toys.

My heart sank...

I guess this will be my new home since JS crashed. When I heard the news my tummy did a little flip. I didn't have enough space on my puter to back up my journal, so nothing is saved. My whole life was on there. My struggle to find myself, my alcoholism and over a year of sobriety. It's like losing everything in a fire.

But we go on. So, to all my JS friends, this will be home from here on. I'm going to make some new memories and I hope to share them with you.

*mwah*

From the new Wednesday