** Disclaimer - This post is a close version of my latest Flirting_With_Sobriety Instagram post. For any readers who follow both social media accounts, I apologize in advance for the repetition. ** I wanted to take a moment share an "ah-ha" that I'm starting to realize during my journey to sobriety: when we remove alcohol …
It's been a bit since my last post and I feel that I owe you a check-in. I'm still here, and still very much sober. I'm at a point where I don't need to fixate on abstaining from alcohol. I just...am. Which is a great feeling. Not to say that this approach and mindset won't …
I am a creature of habit. I thrive on order, organization, and schedules. I also am very susceptible to habits, good or bad. One my most "comforting" routines was to clock off work and pour a glass of wine. My excuse was that this glass of wine was to decompress, to celebrate, to soothe. Looking back, …
For those who are following my story... I'm still here. & I'm still sober. 84 days in a row alcohol free, to be exact. Or, twelve weeks. It's like "baby age". We count by days, then by weeks, eventually by months, then one day we stop counting all together and have to reach back in …
Two weeks after being diagnosed with a severe allergic response to limonene and fragrance mix II, my allergist added "propolis" to the list after a delayed response marker appeared on my back. Shit. Propolis is resin collected by honeybees used to fill crevices and to seal honeycombs. Fucking bee glue. Confused on why I would …
I had to work late tonight, our kitchen is a construction zone due to new countertops being installed, and I just didn't feel like making an effort. In my book, that's what I call a trifecta: we were getting take out for dinner. After picking up our Subway sandwiches, I mentioned to the kids how although …
I am checking out for this Memorial Day weekend for some much needed R&R with the family. Don't worry, I will have some delicious camping recipes and I'm certain, some funny family stories to share on my return back to blogland. But first, I wanted to give a kombucha update - It failed. Five days …
I guess I should first explain what a "bean" is, so you thoroughly understand what a "bean-ache" is. Between my husband's prior service in the Marine Corps and my mama's Creole heritage, our family has a language all of our own. Ink sticks, are pens. Calling one of the kids "booby" or "little willy" is …
