Saturday, April 19, 2008

Saturday Night, April 19, 2008

Fear is the opposite of everything you are. Meditation from Conversations with God, Book 1, April 19
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Had a great Saturday today. Topped it off with dinner with Rick and then the Saturday Night Live speaker meeting at Lambda. Good speaker with a hell of a story. Now that is what I go to speaker meetings for - to hear a sober member of Alcoholics Anonymous share their experience, strength, and hope. Some are better than others but then some of us are sicker than others. Six of one, half dozen of the other.
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I was very fidgety and a fonching during the meeting as my poor little broken toe was throbbing up into my calf. My own fault though, I did not take Aleve before I left home this evening. ( Now my Aunt Nell, would have said I was squirming like I Had the St. Vitus dance or something.Never did know what the St Vitus dance was but I always figured it was something erotic)
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I loved my Aunt Nell, she was married to my grandmother's brother Charley. He was her half-brother and they had different last names. Mother Lela was a Todd and Uncle Charley was a Peay. (Pronounced Pee) Aunt Nell just hated the way it was pronounced and changed the pronunciation to PAY. Mother Lela would always introduce Aunt Nell as My sister-in-law Nell Pee. Now they were friends, but Mother Lela got a kick out of this. And Mother Lela hated to be called Grandma or anything like that, so Aunt Nell would always remind her that she was our Grandma. Just a family thing. HA! Aunt Nell made the world's best banana pudding. She would give Mother the recipe and it was just banana pudding. Aunt Nell would make it and it was BANANA PUDDING. I really miss Aunt Nell, Uncle Charley, and Mother Lela. I do not think I would have survived childhood without them. And then there was Grandpa. Well, you know that story.
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My Gratitude list for today:
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God, My Higher Power.
My Sobriety.
Dolly, my Schnauzer.
My Sponsor.
Fond memories.
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Y'all be pretty NOW, ya heah.

4 comments:

dAAve said...

Boo!

Mary Christine said...

What a great story. I can relate. I want my granddaughters to call me "nana". The older one says, "you're my grandma, but you don't like to be called that." yep. Smart girl.

I hope I am not offending you by not posting your last comment. I am trying to avoid any mention of "he who must not be named." - HA! I like that!

Scott W said...

I don't know the Grandpa story...

Pam said...

hey...my sober daughter...her middle name is Nell :)
hope your toe starts feeling better soon sugar.