10 Months Clean and Sober

After 10 years of drug use my son celebrated 10 months of sobriety.   It doesn’t sound like a long time but to a heroin addict I can imagine that it is. Every day is a challenge to remain clean and sober.

I am a member of a Facebook group called Mothers of Addicts.  My heart breaks when I read some of the posts from Moms who have lost their sons and daughters to drugs.  Most find it so hard to separate themselves from their drug addicted child.  It took me a long time to use tough love on my son.  I was in therapy for 1  1/2 years because I couldn’t let go.

This is my son today.  He has his own place, a beautiful, wonderful girlfriend, a job and a family who has accepted him back into the fold.

To see him smile and be happy, well, there aren’t words for how that makes me feel.  He and I both know how fragile sobriety is so we both take one day at a time. For today I have my son back.

Monday WW Meeting/Crazy Comment/Recipe/And Whatever Else I Can Think Of

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The above came in as a comment today on my last post.   Do these people who write these comments really expect that we will post them or visit their websites or do anything other than press DELETE as fast as we can?

I know you probably get the same ones but it just makes me laugh when you see the misspelled words and poor grammar.

I LOST 2 POUNDS THIS PAST WEEK.  ( Why is the 2 so little?)

 DAY 14-I didn’t post last night but I kept within the bounds of points.

Day 15

  • coffee    1
  • Lunch at a restaurant     sushi 5,   1/2  grilled chicken sandwich (which was overcooked)  4
  • yogurt   1
  • supper   Asian pineapple chicken–recipe to follow  9

total 20 points so I can have a few snacks later

Asian pineapple chicken recipe

 Cut  3 boneless, skinless.  raw,  chicken breasts  into bite size pieces

       saute with a small amount of oil until cooked through and put aside

Meanwhile cook 1 cup of dry white basmati rice in Fat Free chicken broth or water  (  1 cup rice to 2 cups water– add rice to boiling broth or water and turn down heat to a simmer and cook for 10 minutes.  Don’t stir or lift cover during cooking. After 10 minutes turn off heat and let sit for at least 10 minutes. 

In the meantime saute 1 medium sliced onion in a small amount of olive oil until soft,  add 1 medium zucchini sliced into thin slices and quartered, add about 6 or 7 crimini or baby bella mushrooms sliced.  Saute until zucchini is soft.   Add cooked chicken to  vegetables.

Open can of pineapples ( 20 oz. can packed in pineapple juice.   Drain juice and put juice  in a bowl.  Add the pineapples to chicken & veggies.

To the bowl of pineapple juice add  1TBL cornstarch, 1 TBL soy sauce, 1 TBL fresh ginger or crushed ginger in a jar (not ginger powder) mix thoroughly and add to chicken  and veggies.

Simmer until the sauce starts to thicken.

  Spray 2 1/2 quart casserole  dish  with olive oil or Pam.   Layer cooked rice in the bottom of  casserole dish.    Pour chicken/vegetable  stuff on top.  Cook , covered, in a 350 degree oven for 20 minutes to blend flavors.


Wow, I hope I didn’t screw up the recipe when I typed it.  Any questions I will answer.  It is actually easy to make and very tasty.

Today Sarah and the baby and I met friends who came over on the boat to visit.  We went to lunch where I didn’t eat the french fries which came with my sandwich.

  • coffee   1
  • lunch restaurant/   sushi  5
  • grilled chicken sandwich  4  (very dry)
  • yogurt   1
  • supper  Asian pineapple chicken  9
  • Skinny Cow ice cream sandwich   3

I’m sure I am forgetting something but OH WELL!


Bittersweet refers to a combination of the standard tastes of sweetness and bitterness, and is often used as a metaphor for experiences which have elements of both happiness and sadness.


That is how I feel today.  The truck is packed.  We leave in a couple of hours for the boat.  I sit in my room for the last time.  I hope this move will turn out for the best.  I look at the lines on the kitchen wall where I carved Damon’s height as he grew from a boy to a man.  I remember bringing Sarah home from the hospital as I envision taking her to the hospital ( on a very slow boat) to give birth to her own daughter.

This house holds so many memories.  I seem only to remember the good ones.  The bad ones tossed away.  I think of my future.  I think of my granddaughter and daughter.  I think of my son so far away.  I want to hug him.

The house is silent as I say my goodbyes.  A single tear falls as I write this.  I look forward to new memories as I put the old ones in a safe place.  A place where I can bring them out anytime.

I look through the skylight at the trees that seem so much taller now.  I remember planting that blue spruce the year Sarah was born.  Now it stands tall and stately just like her.   I know I will be happy wherever I am as long as I am with family.

Oh fuckity fuck,  just get me on the damn boat!!!!

Big News!

I have some big news to tell you all.

WE are moving to the island of Martha’s Vineyard. Sarah has worked there for 7 years and her bosses and our family feel it is time to make the big move to the Vineyard. Sarah spends almost three hours a day commuting on the boat and this time is taken away from the time she could be spending with our family, especially new baby.

The house we are renting has four bedrooms so Sarah and Obie won’t have to live in the basement anymore. My bedroom is on the first floor and the second floor has three bedrooms–one for the wasband when he visits, one for new baby and one for Sarah and Obie. There is a farmer’s porch the whole length of the front of the house . I just imagine myself going out there at night rocking the baby. There is a deck on the back of the house and 1 1/2 acres of land. It has a big kitchen with lots of cupboard space and counter space–something I don’t currently have. It has so many closets too. It has a dining area which we don’t have now.

I have always loved the house I am in because I have been here 35 years and it is home. I know we can make the new house into a home if we are all together. You can even see the water from the house in the winter when there are no leaves on the trees. There are no houses behind us all the way to the water. It is all trees. You can barely see the house across the street and next door with all the trees.

It even has a laundry room on the main floor. I won’t have to do any stairs. It also has not one but two full baths. I feel that I will be living like a queen. I am so not use to a house this big.

I will post some Christmas photos but Sarah has my camera and I keep forgetting to ask her for it.

I’ll post photos of the house as soon as soon as I get them. This is a google image and the house is right in the middle.


Your pregnancy: 16 weeks

See the big picture

How your baby’s growing:

Get ready for a growth spurt. In the next few weeks, your baby will double his weight and add inches to his length. Right now, he’s about the size of an avocado: 4 1/2 inches long (head to rump) and 3 1/2 ounces. His legs are much more developed, his head is more erect than it has been, and his eyes have moved closer to the front of his head. His ears are close to their final position, too. The patterning of his scalp has begun, though his locks aren’t recognizable yet. He’s even started growing toenails. And there’s a lot happening inside as well. For example, his heart is now pumping about 25 quarts of blood each day, and this amount will continue to increase as your baby continues to develop.

Soon you’ll experience one of the most wonderful moments of pregnancy — feeling your baby move. While some women notice “quickening” as early as 16 weeks, many don’t feel their baby move until about 18 weeks or more. (And if this is your first baby, don’t be too impatient — you may not be aware of your baby’s movements until 20 weeks or so.) The earliest movements may feel like little flutters, gas bubbles, or even like popcorn popping. Over the following weeks they’ll grow stronger and you’ll be able to feel them much more frequently.

Comparing Christmas!!

Another befor eand after photo. Last Christmas vs. this Christmas.

Last Year!


This Year!


I will post more photos tomorrow but I had to post this. I hope you all had an Absolutely Fabulous Holiday. I know I did.

Transcutaneous Electrical Nerve Stimulation! Red Sox Stuff!

Today was one of those errand and appointment days. I first got up and had to put on a slow cooker Beef Jerk Roast. Then I met with Jane from the hospice.




Murphy is the dog and they use him for therapy for the kids. I know you can’t actually read the article but it was all she had to give me. The little boy’s name starts with C and she will be giving C the Red Sox stuff next week. So now we can lay to rest this whole thing. Something just occurred to me. Quite often Kaylee would say she didn’t understand something that a real 17 year old would definitely understand. Which to me indicates it is some one pretending to be 17. Maybe a man because a woman would know what a 17 year old girl would understand but a man might not. Even a teenage boy would know but probably not a man. I know my wasband would have no clue as to what a 17 year old girl would or would not know at that age. Just a thought.

I had a doctor’s appointment then I had to go to the P.O. and three different banks. I had to pick up my brother and take him to the doctor. I was just driving all around town in circles to get all this done. I’m dizzy now. I think more from hunger than the circles.

Definition: “TENS” is the acronym for Transcutaneous Electrical Nerve Stimulation. A “TENS unit” is a pocket size, portable, battery-operated device that sends electrical impulses to certain parts of the body to block pain signals.

My doctor gave me one of these yesterday when I got fitted for the leg and back brace.


I used it last night while watching TV. If you ever get one here are some warnings.

1. Don’t suddenly turn it on high by mistake. Holy Crap!! You’ll shock the shit out of your self. Talk about jumping out of your seat.

2. If you happen to turn it on high by mistake, try to remember which way to turn it off. Not knowing this just makes the shock last longer. At least my hair is puffy today,

3. Please remember to turn off the unit before you try to remove the sensors. They are very sticky and stick to your hand while giving you an amazing shock that goes right up your arm to your brain. While that’s happening you tend to forget to turn off the unit and you just keep getting shocked over and over. Your screaming, hopefully, will bring someone to your room to snatch it out of your hand.

4. I think the point is that screwing up this thing keeps you from concentrating on your pain.

Hopefully when I get the hang of it and quit shocking myself it will help.

I have other things to say but I don’t want to bore you. I received two awards recently that I want to post about. I need to put the 14 week pregnant picture up and talk about this weekend. I will write all this up tomorrow.

Rant and Rave!

I haven’t been on the blogs in the past couple of days.  Nothing is wrong.  I just needed a little blog vacation.  I did try to post a couple of comments on some people’s blogs and I couldn’t because for some reason they don’t like either of my e-mail addresses now.  I couldn’t post to Annie on writerchick’s or Kilax’s blogs.  So don’t think I’m not trying, you two.

I may also be just too excited about this grandma thing.  Did you see the comment my daughter left?

I watched movies for a couple of days and caught up on TV shows that I had on DVR.

Now the RANT.  It’s about the depersonalization of banking.  In other words, BANKS SUCK!!  I used to work for a bank 30 years ago.  Wow, has it changed.  These banks that tell you they do community banking or personal banking–LIES–THEY SUCK!!!!



I’m referring to the largest bank in America.  My son has an account there.  They have branches from here to Florida so if I do have to throw some money in his account I can.   He overdrew his account with two items for a total of $2.72 and they charged him $105.00 which made his account overdraw  another 5 items which totaled under $28.00.  They charged him another $175.00 for those 5 items.  Originally if they had only charged him for the two items instead of three, none of this would have happened.  It’s turning into a nightmare.  I went to the bank and ended up in tears in front of the bank lady.  I really think she was trying her best to help me but she has no authority to refund the overdraft fees. The bank has taken all authority away from these people.

If he doesn’t have this account I can’t send him the money I have for him unless I Western Union it which costs so much money.

The end result is he is in Myrtle Beach, SC without a penny to his name.

Years ago when I worked for a bank.  We used to call our customers who were overdrawn and give them a chance to make good before we bounced checks and charged them fees.

Now to the fucker who tried to scam Damon on the internet:  Someday I will find you and shove my cane where the sun don’t shine!!!!  You Spineless Bastard!!


Damon applied for a job on Craigslist ( not to say that Craigslist is bad) .  This so called Doctor in England needed someone in North Carolina to valet his grandmother around for three weeks.  He was going to send Damon a certified check for the first week’s pay and Damon would drive to meet the grandmother and start work.  Thank goodness, I was in on this because I smelled scam right away.

I just couldn’t quite see what the scam was until the guy sent Damon a $3000.00 check and wanted him to Western Union $2300.00 of it to his travel agent who would then pay for the grandma’s ticket to North Carolina.  Well, I took over and started e-mailing the guy and leading him on pretending to be Damon.  I did this for about a week just to suck up his time and give him hope only to take it away.  Finally I told him Damon had given the check to a friend in the FBI who was going to check it out.  Needless to say we never heard from him again.  I’m turning the check and all the e-mails over to the FBI for real.

Poor Damon, he had such high hopes that this would give him enough money to get him started wherever he lands.

Now I said this would be a Rave too.  The only thing I can rave about is the prospect of being a grandma but I guess you all knew I would say that.

I’ll be back to reading and commenting soon.  Oh, I almost forgot.  The wasband has been hogging the computer and playing solitaire taking valuable blogging time away from me.  But alas, how can I complain.  It’s his computer.

Before and After

The top photo is from Thanksgiving 2 years ago and the bottom photo is from this past Thanksgiving.



Weight Watchers Saturday!! OOPS! Baby Stuff!

Well, all I can say is I didn’t gain weight but I didn’t lose either.  I actually stayed the same.  I figure that’s not horrible with Thanksgiving and all plus the night before,  Sarah, the wasband and I went to Grumpy’s pub to see the band that played at Sarah’s wedding.  We had a good time.  Didn’t stay late and only had two drinks but that is probably about 5 points.  Add that to Thanksgiving day and you’ve got no weight loss.

I have to step up the weight loss now so I can have my new knee done in March.  That will give me three months to recover before baby is born.

I’m going to have to be in shape!


One thing I forgot to mention was the due date.  The baby is due on my birthday, June 9th.  Sarah’s Doctor came up with June 10th but I found a website online and it came up with June 9th so that’s what I am telling everyone.

Obie’s grandfather and brother share their birthday on June 12th.  I’m hoping it will be born on my birthday but it would be cool too to have it born on it’s great grandfather’s birthday and it’s uncle’s.

I’m also tired of calling it–IT.  Sarah and Obie want to know the gender but we have to wait until sometime in January for that.  I, personally, don’t care what it is as long as it is human and not some alien.  I will be happy though we did call my son  “alien piggy” when he was little.

When I was little I referred to myself as Noni and most of my relatives called me Noni.  We’ve decided it will make a good grandma’s name.  I don’t really want to be called Grandma or Nana anyway and I certainly don’t want to be called Granny.   We have also decided to have Barry be called Bubba.  We have many times referred to him as Bubba so it will fit right in.

The kids are still discussing names for it but I think they want to find out the gender before they really decide.

To Sarah:

Tuesday, June 9th, 2009

You are currently in week 12. Your little one is around two whole inches long and their head is starting to lift a bit as their neck straightens. What’s more they’re practicing breathing using amniotic fluid and they’ve developed their sucking reflexes. As for you, your pregnancy is now becoming a fact which others can observe without you telling them that no, you’re not just putting on a bit of weight.

Museditions just asked a good question on my last post about the baby. Where are we going to put the little  wee one?

The kid’s basement apartment


The above is a crude drawing I just did on Paint. My goodness, using Paint is like using an Etch-A-Sketch.  I was never good at that.  I hated Etch-A-Sketches.  Obviously I can’t draw at all.  Anyway, where it says baby is part of their storage room.  They will put up walls and a floor and ceiling and ventilate the air.  The room will be small but this way the baby can be downstairs with them when they are home.  They will be able to fit a crib and a bureau in it.   Otherwise they would have to kick out Barry and use his room on my floor and they don’t want to do that.  We actually like having the wasband around.  I once posted photos of their apartment downstairs here.  It’s really nice.

Well, that’s it for now.  I am going to settle down in my room and crochet.

I Am So Freakin’ Thankful!!!!!

I’ve thought of about 100 different ways to write this post but I’m going to do what I always do and just write “Whatever I Think”.


There I’ve said it.  Could I be more excited ?  ABSOLUTELY FREAKIN’  NO!


Will I be a good granny?  It depends on who you ask.

Now you all know how long I’ve been wanting to be a grandma.  I may have mentioned it numerous times. Here is the cool story of how and when they told us.

On October 11th we went to visit Grampa in the nursing home.  We knew he only had a few days to live.  He didn’t seem to be recognizing anyone but the whole time we were there he held onto both of Sarah’s hands and wouldn’t stop looking at her.  It seemed like he was trying to tell her something but he had severe pneumonia and nothing was coming out.  He never let go of her hands the whole visit.  It was a sad time because we knew we probably wouldn’t see him again.  At the same time watching him hold Sarah’s hands was so moving and beautiful.

We finally left the nursing home and went out to dinner.  We were starving and  1 1/2 hours from home.  We sat down at a table and Sarah said she had something to tell us.  Barry, Leslie and I looked at her with rapt attention.  I’m thinking they are getting another dog or they are going to paint the house.  She said ” I’m pregnant.”   I said  “No, you’re not.”  I seriously thought she was joking.  She said  “Mom,  I wouldn’t joke about something like this.”  Then I burst into tears and was hugging her and crying really loudly.

Sarah explained that she thought it might be bad timing to tell us then, what with Grampa being so ill and all, but she couldn’t hold it back anymore.  She also said she felt Grampa would want us to know because we were sort of exchanging him for a new baby and he would like that.  I swear Grampa knew she was pregnant.  Somehow he just knew and if he did I am sure it made him very happy.

So I have known for almost 6 weeks.  Do you know how hard it was for me not to tell anyone?  It damn near killed me.  Sarah wanted to not tell everyone until she was at least 12 weeks along.  At Thanksgiving they announced it to Obie’s family.

Another amazing thing happened.  Sarah has a best friend.  They have known each other since kindergarten. They always swore they would be pregnant together.  Bianca got married last year.  She came to the house two weeks ago to tell us she was pregnant too.  She is only two weeks behind Sarah and it is totally coincidental.

Thanksgiving was wonderful yesterday because I have so much to be thankful for.  I will post a few photos.  Most of the good ones are on Sarah’s camera but I have a couple.  I will post the rest tomorrow.

This is what greeted us when we arrived


The Thanksgiving Table


My tiny dessert, Key Lime pie


We have so much to do to prepare for a baby living in this house.  It will be quite a task for all of us.  Of course,  you will all get blow by blow descriptions of everything that happens as it happens.

I might even post again today but I want to get this up and share the news.

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