tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78990878999211845152010-01-08T08:35:01.000-08:00Thoughts, ideas, and rants about ALCOHOL. Please feel free to comment and/or share your own stories. I hope you enjoy mine. Peace, AquariusRobin's Rantsnoreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7899087899921184515.post-71433214835869258532009-07-06T06:28:00.001-07:002009-07-06T07:03:17.627-07:00

I figured out that I don't like the word 'sober.'You know, our brains are amazing organs. Storing billions of bits of information, in the form of words, images, emotions...And every word carries it's own power, doesn't it? Some words have very little power."Shoehorn."Nothing."Rape."Very powerful.And the word that's on my mind currently...well, to be honest, pretty much constantly."Sober."It

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Hey folks, still here, still sober. Life goes on. And that's the incredible thing. Life does go on. You freak and frown and flail, but in the end, everyone goes to bed at night, and starts over again in the morning.AA talks a lot about magic; and they view alcohol in a magical way; as if it has supernatural powers.Don't use mouthwash. Ask the waitress if the dish has wine in it. Because even one

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I've said before: sometimes it is hard to be sober. Really hard.And to whom can we tell this? Ever go to an AA meeting and say "I'm 3 months sober and miserable as all hell?" (Hint: the veterans in the group won't like it. The newbies will be secretely thrilled that you expressed something they feel too.) 'Tis okay to be miserable in the first few days, or weeks. But after 3 months, if you are

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What's the deal here folks? I quit drinking over 76 days ago. One of my tried and true methods for dealing with 'cravings' for alcohol (I put it is quotes, because I was never a daily drinker, and therefore didn't suffer a physical withdrawl or a physical craving for booze. I do, however, want a cocktail on a Friday night with all the force of a tidal wave.) is sugar. Ice cream is one of the

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Sobriety is a rollercoaster. Without an anesthetic to blur the edges, life can be pretty interesting. Exhausting, really.I decided to stay in my support group. For one, I received a lot of support from a few women who are struggingling with alcohol, like me. And another, more important reason: I simply must accept life on life's terms. No more railing against God; shaking my fist at the universe

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I was a member of an online group for people in recovery. Like many support groups, there was an eclectic mix of people. And like many support groups, it was necessary for the creators, (or in this case, moderators) to issue guidelines regarding what behavior wouldn't be tolerated.After all, left to our own devices, we humans will inevitably misbehave.Most of the rules pertained to racism; namely

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What the hell does that mean?Well, it means that not everything is going to change overnight. I built up a whole lifestyle that included alcohol, partying, cocktails, before-dinner drinks, after-dinner drinks, a pretend love of fine wines, brandy with coffee, red wine reduction sauces, cold beer on a hot day, heck I've even done jello shots (and you cannot pretend that jello shots qualify as

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Only got three hours sleep last night. S'okay. I'll make it. Just a little tired, is all.I don't miss the hangovers. I'm one of those people who couldn't sleep off a night of drinking. Oh, I'd pass out. Passed out thousands of times. But then I would wake up, EXACTLY four hours after passing out...when the alcohol has all been processed out of my system.I'd wake up...shaking, sweating, with that

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Sunday night. I made it. No drinks at all. Made it through Friday night, with its sexy promise of a pain-free paradise.Saturday. A day with songs all its own. Did not drink.Now Sunday. Ya know, I have always hated Sundays. With a pathological passion. They felt...creepy. Family day. Church. The end of the weekend; the beginning of another long five days.Sunday. If if days had a color, Sunday

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Ah yes, Saturday night. Beautiful day...warm weather here at last. Didn't sleep well the night before, but made up for it by sleeping all day. Now it's five o'clock pm. Magic time. The witching hour. For drinkers, this is the beginning of all things possible. How I love this time of the day! Not yet drunk, not yet tired and sick...brightly shining, showered and scheduled for fun. Where shall it

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Alcohol. I hate it. One of my closest friends is in the grips right now. She isn't herself, in fact, I feel like I've already lost her. The her I knew, the her I once loved.She's been replaced by some other creature...a liar, a con artist, a thief. Not of money or things, but of time, health, love, wisdom, decency, civility, kindness. I can't find my friend underneath the layers and layers of

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It's hard not to drink. Really hard. Life can seem very boring and very weird without alcohol.I watched the movie 'Modgliani' with Andy Garcia this weekend. Very powerful; I'm surprised he didn't win an award for it. (Maybe he did?)Anyhow, it's all about the life of Modgliani, an Expressionist painter from the turn of the century. He died at 35 from tubercular meningitis, but in reality, it was

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It's interesting, folks. Verrry interesting. One of the hallmarks of recovery is that you never let yourself forget where drinking led you; the awful nights, the fights, the DUI's, the wrecked cars. Hangovers that felt like death itself; calling in sick and pretending you have the flu. Ugh. Memories of what drinking DOES and HAS DONE TO ME keep me from picking up that glass of wine.And yet, the

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God, it's hard NOT to drink. Alcohol is all around us. It's everwhere. In shops, in malls, in restaurants. On tv, radio, the internet. It's there at holidays, heck, it's the centerpiece of some. What would New Year's Even be without champagne? Just another night...with some resolutions and regrets added.How has alcohol embedded itself so firmly in our daily culture? Even church gets in on the act

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From the time I woke up until right now feels like about 3 seconds. I'm so happy to be sober today.I have to be in Boston, MA tomorrow at 6:15 am. And ya know what, folks? It is such a nice feeling to think: "Yes, I can do that. I can get up at 4:30 am, and sure, I may be a bit sleepy, but a shower some coffee will fix that. I will be able to function.Sounds simple, but this is a pretty big deal

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Thank God they are a thing of the past. I wonder how many people call in sick on Monday's because they're a little sick from the party on Sunday night.I hate Sundays. HATE THEM. They feel...creepy somehow. Not quite a 'full' day, if you know what I mean. Stores close early, there is the work week looming ahead of you. Plus all the religiosity associated with the day; church, nuns, confessionals.

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Janis Joplin is one of my favorite all time singers. She belted out the blues; screamed her pain into her songs, threw herself into every performance.She died at 27.On the night of her death, she had been recording in a studio for most of the day, listening to instrumental tracks for a song Nick Gravenites had written, entitled "Buried Alive in the Blues." (yeah, the irony is inescapable.) The

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Life is very...interesting, when you don't drink. Funny, because when you're partying you think booze makes things more lively, more fun. But it's just the opposite. Drinking makes the world flat. One dimensional. Like an old black and white movie.I have a friend whose parents are big drinkers. I remember once turning down the offer of a 'cocktail' in front of them, and her mother said "you are

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Sick of drinking? So am I. For those of you out there who are tired of waking up with a crushing headache, dry mouth, and only one shoe, this might be the blog for you.Let me introduce myself. I am Aquarius; I'm 47 years old, female, married, and a successful business owner. I also have a problem with alcohol. Since I took my first sip at 15, I have loved to drink. Loved the flavor, the

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