It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time…

SO.

This weekend, I went to an area assembly in Raleigh.  Justine and I went, and Rob M. was there, and Chuck W., and Kevin, Margaret, John, Greg, and lots of other folks that I just adore.  It was really amazing and awe-inspiring to see how AA as a whole works… the infrastructure, the fact that we are totally democratic in our decision making, how money is spent and saved, who our delegate is (she is this super incredible lady named deborah, sober since she was 15, 5 kids… absolutely rawsome), etc. etc.  I got to go to a bunch of different workshops – one on treatment facilities, one on the role of the G.S.R., one on service through sponsorship, one on the 12 concepts… it was really cool.  Stewart and Michael were in that one with me, and I just love them so much.  Stewart cuts my hair, and he is so fantastic.   I also saw Tate’s sponsor there, and thought about going to say hi, but why would I?  Tate’s not part of my life anymore, and it seemed really intrusive and awkward to intro myself to a man I, more than likely, will not ever have a relationship with.  Good call, I think.

Softball tourney started yesterday, it’s on a to be continued until May 31st.  We got rained out.  I rode with Justine from Raleigh to the game, we made a quick (and unplanned) trip to South Cack.  Neither of us noticed that we missed the ENTIRE CITY of Charlotte… until I saw the South Carolina Welcome Center, and the York sign, and then it was glaringly obvious that we were a bit too far down the road.  We were listenin to “Nothin but a G Thang” and that is quite a distracting song.  So, we made it back to the field, then Ben Jones drove me home because Justine left before our second game rainout, and he was sweet to do that because it was quite out of his way. 

I had yesterday off work, so I exercised and went to visit Jimmy’s coffee shop which juuuuuust opened (I’m so excited and proud of him!) and showered, then Erin and I made iron on wifebeaters.  Hers says “Jersey’s where America’s at!” (like my t-shirt!) and mine says “Straight Pepper Diet”, which is funny if you’ve read the big book.  I went to CTB last night, then to the 10 because Rob M. spoke, and then home to crash in the bed with Haze. 

The reason why this is all typed out is because I can’t believe I have so much love and light and smart ass funny kids in my life.  We were the smarmiest bunch of yahoos ever at the assembly, then at softball, then Erin and I at Target and Michael’s… everywhere we go, the smarmy army appears, and I do believe I am quite often at the helm.  Or close, anyway.  :)

That’s a grouper.  I posted this because I could really go for a grouper sammich.  That’s right, buddy, I’ll eat ya in a heartbeat.  I’ll go PacMan on you, amamamamamaa… but I also posted this because I think groupers are so ugly they’re cute.  Like bats and some little kids.  And me, some days.  :)