alive and well


Wow, it’s been awhile.

I am still alive.

And sober.

I have started a business (awaiting nonprofit status) and my website has a blog.

Please check it out.



happy holidaze


I feel like I have forgotten about this blog. I am sorry.

In my defense I have been insanely busy. I talk about starting a faith free recovery group for bar/restaurant/industry workers a while ago. Well I did. And it is a thing 😲😆
hey there, lovely!.pngBeer City Recovery has been up and running for a few months now. We meet weekly (bi-weekly during the holidays) for about an hour. We have a few members who come to quite a few meetings and some members who float in and out. It has been going very well. During the warmer months we 
met a lot in public parks and coffee shops. Now we have been meeting a lot at the Red Project Center and coffee shops. I am so happy and excited to see where this takes me.

I also got CCAR certified to be a recovery coach. I am now eligible for hire in a few places in my city and with a few more training hours I will

JiFJTfCgTxy73O2PWhNxlw be state certified. It is scary and exciting all at the same time. The job would pay MUCH less than I make now but the opportunities for advancement are amazing. And I would be helping people and doing something I very much want to. I am slated to be off probation as early as April 2018. I would really like to wait till I am “off papers” for personal reasons. My probation officer keeps telling me I am doing too much and hates BCR. And I feel like no one is going to take me seriously becasue I am a “criminal”. My mentor keeps telling me I am being ridiculous but it is still holding me back.

I also just got 11 months sober. I feel like life is getting more…. stable. I went through some major issues while trying to get back on my meds for diagnosed bi-polar. But I have an appointment in a few days to do that. I need to be back on them. Feeling every emotion in the spectrum as instances as I do in such short times in exhausting.


How are you guys doing?


Hi. Hello. I am still alive…


…and SOBERAF 🙂

Summer is such a crazy time in our house! Boosk is on summer vacation and it is also B and I’s most busy times of the year at work. So I have been working mad crazy hours and when I am not trying to catch up on sleep, spend as much time outside with Boosk, and go to meetings.

I hit 6 months sober on the 11th of this month.
It is crazy. I am diagnosed BiPolar and it is just insane how being sober allows me to feel and be more aware of my manic and depressive states. I have the sound mind to know when I am in a depressive state and tell myself that it will be over soon. It also makes them less intense, which I am a big fan of.

I got into a wicked bike accident a week ago. My brakes failed and I bashed up my leg and ankle pretty bad. It all ended well though as I got a new bike out of the deal.

I also have been busy with a project that is pretty near and dear to my heart and soul. I have mentioned before I work in a bar and am in sobriety court and am trying to maintain my sobriety and recovery. Very many well meaning people have told me that I will have to leave my industry to fully recover. That being surrounded by alcohol will not allow me to recovery 100%. So I started a bar/restaurant recovery group.
It is a faith free recovery group for people surrounded by alcohol on the daily that are trying to achieve and maintain sobriety. Our first meeting is at the end of this month and I have gotten so much response from it already! People are sharing it like crazy. I got interviewed by the local webzine.

But alas, I just realized I have cheese in my hair and have to be to work soon.

Happy SOBER Sunday my nuggets.


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My life has become a whirlwind of probation meetings, court ordered AA meetings, court dates, and counseling meetings. Sometimes it gets almost unmanageable. Boosk leaves for school at 7:30am and I have to leave ASAP to make it to testing on time. Then to my 9am AA meeting and then to any other court ordered appointments. Plus Boosk has soccer and any other school related activities. It is exhausting. I am pretty tired all the time. I am trying to work out and go to the gym as well but sometimes it gets hard. Oh did I mention I still have to bike everywhere because I don’t have a car/can’t IMG_2565drive still.

Also, my tiny panther kitty Katara died very suddenly yesterday. She was fine when B and I left in the morning. My brother and I found her dead in the afternoon. Boosk and I did not handle it well. She was our baby. I miss her already. We are going to bury her in the yard. Boosk really wants another cat, but we still have 3. I want him to properly mourn her before he tries to replace her right away.

Photo on 5-23-17 at 1.45 PMSorry, I just needed a minute to whine.
Other than the crazy schedule and the poor Katara business life has been decent.  I am meeting my new psych doctor in the next month and starting new bipolar meds. I am looking forward to that. It is getting hard to deal with my depressive states more and more. I met my court ordered counselor today. She is nice. We started talking about long term sobriety. People in my AA meetings talk about being sober for 30-40+ years 😶 I love how amazing I feel currently being sober. Waking up hangover free. Losing weight. My moods are much more balanced-ish. I know I have at least a year of “forced” sobriety. After that… After that I have NO idea where my life will go. Thinking about NEVER drinking another IPA or a whiskey makes me anxious. I guess that is why they say, one day at a time, right? She wants me to read Staying Sober: A Guide for Relapse Prevention and we can discuss it in our sessions.

Today is 131 days and I am looking forward to 131 more.


4 months.


1/3 of a year.
120 days.
2,880 hours.
172,800 Minutes.

I am not sure how I made it here. To this point but I have. My life doesn’t look like it used to 4 months ago. That is for damn sure.
I am not getting collection calls at home and work. My bills get paid on time. i have money in my bank account. I go to bed at a reasonable time. Hell, even 930 sometimes. My energy is endless and I have finally managed to lose some weight.

Yet sometimes, man I want a frickin beer.

kinda sorta mostly not booze related.


About 4 years ago I started working at a bar in my city. I was ecstatic. It enveloped everything I could ever want a company to be and more. They embraced the weird and quirky of their servers and it was a family. If you had a problem you talked to Dad, our GM,  and when he left to be our Regional Dad you talked to Mom, the new GM. We felt that we mattered not only as individuals but as a team. We made too much money for what we did and we were a happy little clan.
But as companies do when they are making a lot of money, we expanded. Went corporate. Mom resisted a lot of the changes the higher ups tried to impose on us saying that we were the OG store. We were what made this possible and not to mess with success. But the time came that Mom had to move on.
We are not happy anymore. We are not a happy little clan. Everything has gone downhill. And fast. Veteran servers who have been with the company 7 plus years are getting the worst shifts while new servers are getting to close every weekend. People with open availability get shafted while people who can only work two shifts per week (closing Friday and Saturday of course) get the best shifts. Every week.
It is getting frustrating. People who have just started are getting promoted ahead of people who have put in the time and effort. All the hard work we have put in gets outshined by how frustrated and angry we are now. A lot of us have the mentality now of “why should we go above and beyond when it goes unnoticed” which is sad.
I am 30, I can not be a server forever. I should have started managing years ago. But the cash money of the floor has been seductive. I am at the point now where I need to jump ship and find a company that maybe doesn’t leave me so frustrated every day.


Dear lovely urine collector lady,


I am sorry that your hawk like gaze made it hard for me to pee. I am sorry it took all 3 of my tries even after chugging 2 water bottles and a cup of coffee. I am sorry you have to spend your day watching people pee into tiny cups. I am sorry you were obviously having a bad day. I hope it gets better. I hope you get to go home, shower, and leave the pee behind.