Saturday, August 3, 2013
echos: Why We Love Alcoholics...
echos: Why We Love Alcoholics...: Why would you fall in love with an alcoholic 1. If you can fix him or her it makes you pretty special-but you can't fix him or her ...
echos: Why We Love Alcoholics...
echos: Why We Love Alcoholics...: Why would you fall in love with an alcoholic 1. If you can fix him or her it makes you pretty special-but you can't fix him or her ...
Why We Love Alcoholics...
Why would you fall in love with an alcoholic
1. If you can fix him or her
it makes you pretty special-but you can't fix him or her
2, The good moods are lots of fun...but they don't last...
3.You can mother the alcoholic-except that they don't need you-only the bottle.
5. If you come from a dysfunctional family-
where you got addicted to the highs and lows,
the moods, the mistreatment, the abuse. the discounts, the unpredictable, chaos, manipulation
Who better can supply this?
6. If you are afraid to get close-
Great-You've got the kind of partner that won't get close.
THE ALCOHOLIC IS MARRIED TO THE BOTTLE
NOT TO YOU- IS THIS REALLY WHAT YOU WANT?
OR DO YOU WANT SOMEONE WHO CARES ABOUT YOU?
OF COURSE YOU DO!
1. If you can fix him or her
it makes you pretty special-but you can't fix him or her
2, The good moods are lots of fun...but they don't last...
3.You can mother the alcoholic-except that they don't need you-only the bottle.
5. If you come from a dysfunctional family-
where you got addicted to the highs and lows,
the moods, the mistreatment, the abuse. the discounts, the unpredictable, chaos, manipulation
Who better can supply this?
6. If you are afraid to get close-
Great-You've got the kind of partner that won't get close.
THE ALCOHOLIC IS MARRIED TO THE BOTTLE
NOT TO YOU- IS THIS REALLY WHAT YOU WANT?
OR DO YOU WANT SOMEONE WHO CARES ABOUT YOU?
OF COURSE YOU DO!
Friday, October 7, 2011
Anna's Echos
Anna, soon it will be for first birthday. I think of a year ago when our footsteps must have sounded like
enormous echos entering the room where you slept tucked in mothers arms, then changing to Daddy's hands. You were so quiet. We bent to see your tiny face and nose and say that you were the prettiest baby in the world. Soon we heard your cry-your first important echo, saying that you wanted to eat-that you were wet.-that you were sleepy-The echo etched; onto our hearts each in different ways.
Now months later the echos have grown-they the landmarks-Down crawling with grandpa, cutting two teeth, crawling over and batting on the stereo, then swaying for an entire minute, your bottom stuck up in the air going from side to side to the beat...oblivious of all else.
As of now, at ten months you stand erect and walk. You toss cell phones down and bang cups at parties, and give wet teething slobbers for kisses. You look at us and imitate our every move. There was the day you stuck out that tongue and tasted the air.; and the delightful belly laugh, like how daddy did; now stranger anxiety where you get furious and cry real tears that stop like that! when Mommy comes into sight. It's not that you are the only baby but that you are the only baby to us. Your echos are unique and beautiful to those who love you...Echo honest echos, big echos, echos of integrity.,We Love You -Dear Little Echo...Anna from Grandma
enormous echos entering the room where you slept tucked in mothers arms, then changing to Daddy's hands. You were so quiet. We bent to see your tiny face and nose and say that you were the prettiest baby in the world. Soon we heard your cry-your first important echo, saying that you wanted to eat-that you were wet.-that you were sleepy-The echo etched; onto our hearts each in different ways.
Now months later the echos have grown-they the landmarks-Down crawling with grandpa, cutting two teeth, crawling over and batting on the stereo, then swaying for an entire minute, your bottom stuck up in the air going from side to side to the beat...oblivious of all else.
As of now, at ten months you stand erect and walk. You toss cell phones down and bang cups at parties, and give wet teething slobbers for kisses. You look at us and imitate our every move. There was the day you stuck out that tongue and tasted the air.; and the delightful belly laugh, like how daddy did; now stranger anxiety where you get furious and cry real tears that stop like that! when Mommy comes into sight. It's not that you are the only baby but that you are the only baby to us. Your echos are unique and beautiful to those who love you...Echo honest echos, big echos, echos of integrity.,We Love You -Dear Little Echo...Anna from Grandma
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
echos: Mother of the Groom-blues
echos: Mother of the Groom-blues: I don't know about you, but for me there were some messy hormone days following the birth of our only child. It was "back then" and my Docto...
Mother of the Groom-Blues
I don't know about you, but for me there were some messy hormone days following the birth of our only child. It was "back then" and my Doctor said I could gain no more than 15 pounds. I gained 13lbs. As soon as we got home I went down to 105-The sun came out three months later, but there were some cloudy days.Following the rain, I loved motherhood passionately. I wish I could have had eight; nevertheless I became close to the one God gave us-There was just one problem...It was waiting for him to find he one compatible girl for the ring. Finally, after college-followed by a masters-followed by 14 years of his coaching I gave up. I would never be a grandmother or have that daughter-in -law "daughter" relationship I craved. After suggesting he try a dating service-the town had run out of single woman to date-he said, "No need. I know who she is. We've found one another." I met her six months later when I knew it was for real. She was a winner-lovely, intelligent-mature and kind. We were sailing toward a wedding. Then crash! Someone told me to say goodbye to my our son-as did another and another-It was like they were trying to torment me. It isn't just fathers that grow sad. I finally broke down and wept. Upon seeing our son I cried, "Please come home to visit,. He laughed as I dried my eyes with the glue gun. I was using it to make rehearsal dinner decorations. I had tried to counter my friends by saying both sets of parents could share a holiday meal together. They shook their heads. No-It didn't work that way, they said. Now six years later and with a grandchild- I can say 'they were wrong.' We share Easter and other times together and they invite us up for branding. Don't buy it. There's plenty of love and alot of chairs and food for everyone. Step out of the box and look for alternatives. Why be lonely and miserable? Get together as needed. Tour children will love having you together rather than worrying about you home alone and put out...Smile...
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