tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839651309355342328.post1548696526554500..comments2023-09-08T04:55:46.839-05:00Comments on ZaneJabbers: A snit and Just a Bit of GratitudeZanejabbershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08951592520808646104noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839651309355342328.post-16118635504822684262009-08-11T01:29:53.631-05:002009-08-11T01:29:53.631-05:00"In forgiving, I set a prisoner free...much t..."In forgiving, I set a prisoner free...much to my surprise, the prisoner was me."<br /><br />I'll say it twice...Happy Birthday! Did that help? Nah, I didn't think so.Tall Kayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06278195551060786353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839651309355342328.post-11894543391183399572009-08-09T12:40:13.075-05:002009-08-09T12:40:13.075-05:00Zane, I hope to meet you in Sept. when I come to H...Zane, I hope to meet you in Sept. when I come to Houston. So in an effort to get to know you, I stopped by here today...<br /><br />and guess what-- my son forgot my birthday last week. I have been in a funk about it, even though it is not the first time he has forgotten. You have no idea how timely this was for me.<br />I shared about it at my AlAnon meeting this morning, and then to read this...."I just wanted him to say I'm sorry" <br /><br />God pointed me here today. Thanks.Louhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09496172669599418214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839651309355342328.post-73918703000506920862009-08-08T15:00:07.216-05:002009-08-08T15:00:07.216-05:00My birthday is in the shadow of a major holiday an...My birthday is in the shadow of a major holiday and ALWAYS is forgotten. So, I can relate... But I just forgive everybody.....Todd HellsKitchenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17834486453292227593noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839651309355342328.post-12763180674325504532009-08-08T11:01:16.516-05:002009-08-08T11:01:16.516-05:00Happy Belated Birthday, my darling boy. My excuse ...Happy Belated Birthday, my darling boy. My excuse is that I DIDN'T know when it was. Tell me the exact date and I will record it in my little book of IMPORTANT THINGS TO REMEMBER.<br /> Because I am like you. <br /> And I finally figured it out after I got sober...throughout my entire childhood (except maybe the first 2 years, that I don't remember, and which was before the first sibling came to live with us), I never had birthday celebrations. Not one stinking birthday party (which is every child's God given right, right?)lol Every now and then there would be a cake at supper. Because I was born so close after Xmas, there was never money for my birthday. And after the OTHERS began to arrive, there was really no money, no time, no patience. And, good little soldier that I was, always said, Yes, I understand. When I really never did, and was cut to the quick with the feelings Syd mentioned. Rejected, unloved, unnecessary. <br /> As I got older and left home, anyone who forgot my birthday was off the list. Period. <br />As you can imagine I spent a lot of time crossing people off.<br /><br /> Sad to say, I still get hurt over it, but at least I know God loves me. lol And I don't have to MOVE because of it, for crying out loud. lol And I make my own celebrations. For about a week. lol<br /><br /> SO--Happy happy, my dear friend!! Just want you to know, I get you...<br /><br />xoxoxoxAkanniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00513632434353119491noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839651309355342328.post-46338575021482900742009-08-07T21:36:00.052-05:002009-08-07T21:36:00.052-05:00Oh Brother isn't life such a minefield. For t...Oh Brother isn't life such a minefield. For the love of God why can't we just let go. You take care of yourself now.Findonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08029106119199508890noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839651309355342328.post-37472515351300510662009-08-07T14:18:14.193-05:002009-08-07T14:18:14.193-05:00Zane, when these things happen to me it triggers m...Zane, when these things happen to me it triggers my rejection sensors. At least that's what I call them. And I start to feel down and unloved. It takes me a bit of time but eventually I figure out that people don't spend all their time thinking about me and that I can have a good day whether they are or aren't. Hope that your birthday was great even without your friend.Sydhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05642843245634635843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839651309355342328.post-85895611857633292932009-08-07T08:07:02.163-05:002009-08-07T08:07:02.163-05:00Dear Mr SNIT.
For many years I lived a miserable ...Dear Mr SNIT.<br /><br />For many years I lived a miserable existence in a place called "Snitsville". It was difficuly, times were hard, life was dull, boring, miserable. <br /><br />And who was the mayor of Snitsville? It's only resident? ME! Those town meetings were lonely.<br /><br />I don't live there any more. Do not wish to go back there. But once-in-a-while, I sneak back in to see where I used to live, and find it has not changed one iota.<br /><br />Eveything there looks so nice, but I know better now. I know what is underneath all the glitter. Never<br />again, for me!<br /><br />Sincerely,<br />Mr Snot!steveronihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17498524940140288735noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839651309355342328.post-45496172303953303072009-08-07T07:57:02.629-05:002009-08-07T07:57:02.629-05:00Ah - "Trying not to be so damned sensitive.&q...Ah - "Trying not to be so damned sensitive." - that's a work in progress. Thank God it's so much better than it used to be. Before our beloved 12 steps, I was always "in a snit".<br /><br />When I get in a snit about something today, I just remind myself (often repeatedly) that I spent many years not behaving as the "paragon of virtue and 'correct' behavior" that I thought should exist on all levels of relationship and society. <br /><br />When I finally forgave myself for the truly horrid life I had ended up living, I found it easier to let go of my judgment of the infractions of others.<br /><br />Good luck. I know how these kinds of tousles in the head can be. I hate them.<br /><br />PGOne Prayer Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17455437909918314217noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839651309355342328.post-36414338454584087162009-08-07T07:17:13.296-05:002009-08-07T07:17:13.296-05:00It's unfortunate we are taught to be something...It's unfortunate we are taught to be something different than we are all in the name of God. <br /><br />Seems those quotes were lined up for a good reason. It's a grand thing.Scott Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06361224878660334532noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839651309355342328.post-72176869654597963652009-08-07T04:27:28.540-05:002009-08-07T04:27:28.540-05:00I am terrible at remembering the birthdays (dates)...I am terrible at remembering the birthdays (dates) of my friends. Doesn't mean they aren't my friends. It doesn't diminish my feelings towards them. It just means I'm terrible at remembering the date.dAAvehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10378341182741173178noreply@blogger.com