Tuesday, February 20, 2007

February 20 2007

"My life is not made by the dreams that I dream but by the choices that I make."

"When we're involved in serving and meeting others' needs, we're imitating Jesus in thoughts and words and deeds." - Fitzhugh

Not much time to work in my Fly Zone today... ran Dancer back and forth to dance and then had to work. Dancer stayed over at dad's tonight because Dodger was at a concert.

The Fly routines are really helping me. Small, simple steps that help me to focus during my day.

February 19 2007

"Each day that we live well, we are well." - Voices of Recovery, p. 50

It was an early morning with Mya coming over (President's Day--no school). I went to bed at midnight but couldn't sleep past 6am. So I'm pooped out and in a lot of pain from work tonight.

I got grouchy when I got home because (1) Dodger had come home from work before 3pm (while we were bowling) and went to sleep on my bed, which meant that I didn't have a chance to put the sheets on the bed before work, and (2) the dishes weren't done and there were pans in the sink. I've asked that the dishes not be put in the sink so when the sink needs to be used, stuff isn't in the way.

I'm seriously going to put the FlyLady program to use but I see it's going to take some time for it to become a habit for Dodger and Dancer.

It just pissesme off that he'll bitch about the house but not do the simple things I ask to keep stuff clean. He's a bigger slob than he thinks he is.

It's 1:40am on the 20th and I'm pooped. Going to finish the OA reading for today and go to bed. My nice clean bed with my nice clean sink in the other room!

Tuesday, February 6, 2007

Sweet Sister

Sweet sister of mine
So many shared memories
We've been to the moon and back
I love you to pieces

We're so far away
Yet you're always near in my heart

You're the only one who get me
The only one who truly cares
what crazy, wild thoughts
run through my head

You're my truest, dearest friend
Never afraid to tell me like it is
We've got history
So many shared memories
You mean the world to me

Sunday, February 4, 2007

Escape

My escape has become my prison

We came together to escape together
Now we're trying to escape from each other

(I found this snippet of a poem while going through old paper journals. I posted it here for posterity.)