Weekend in Review
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Here's the pictures from our venture to Jackson, MN last weekend. It was the most relaxing trip I've had in a long, long time. The first picture is a cute little coffee shop just outside of Sioux Falls. The next one is us walking up the highest point in Iowa. The Mound. Which was strangely next to Dickinson county. If you get that joke, then you're as sick as me. I couldn't stop laughing. The last picture is from an ice cream store in Spirit Lake, IA. M took the picture. She must be the sick one.
Fast forward to last night. I spoke at the club for the very first time. I was sick nervous all day and found out at about 4 p.m. that I was the ONLY speaker that night and was going to be talking the whole hour. I just about lost it then, but I tell you what. Once I got up there, all I had to do was tell the truth about what it used to be like, what happened and what it's like now. There were lots of newcomers there, so I was really glad for that. I don't have much to share in terms of years, but that first one? Everything is new all over again. The funny story when I went on my first recovery campout, and my tent bag was lying there and I burst into tears? Yeah, my sponsor's boyfriend who is also in the program, comes running over, because he really is a compassionate man and says, "What? What's the matter Kate?" And I sob, "I've never put it up sober." He looks at me with disgust and says, "Read the directions like everyone else." And walked away. I watched him go in disbelief, because after all, I was used to people rescuing me from myself when such things happen. But guess what? I put the damn thing up and now I can do it in five minutes by myself and sleep tight. It's those kinds of stories that make people feel less like freaks when they come in and I was glad to share.
Fast forward to last night. I spoke at the club for the very first time. I was sick nervous all day and found out at about 4 p.m. that I was the ONLY speaker that night and was going to be talking the whole hour. I just about lost it then, but I tell you what. Once I got up there, all I had to do was tell the truth about what it used to be like, what happened and what it's like now. There were lots of newcomers there, so I was really glad for that. I don't have much to share in terms of years, but that first one? Everything is new all over again. The funny story when I went on my first recovery campout, and my tent bag was lying there and I burst into tears? Yeah, my sponsor's boyfriend who is also in the program, comes running over, because he really is a compassionate man and says, "What? What's the matter Kate?" And I sob, "I've never put it up sober." He looks at me with disgust and says, "Read the directions like everyone else." And walked away. I watched him go in disbelief, because after all, I was used to people rescuing me from myself when such things happen. But guess what? I put the damn thing up and now I can do it in five minutes by myself and sleep tight. It's those kinds of stories that make people feel less like freaks when they come in and I was glad to share.Gay Boyfriend got me a corsage, and for my high school friends who remember I never went to prom, that was a big, big deal. And he was so glad that I was so touched, we had a little moment. And then J brought me flowers from her garden. I felt like a princess. And it was wonderful, and I did a really, really good job. My sponsor is a terrible speaker and she said that it pleased her so much to know that some of what she had to share might just come through me. I just got shivers writing that. Wow. 
And lest you forget that I'm the goddess of the kitchen, I made this yummy number this afternoon to take to work to eat for lunches this week. Cheesy Chili Chicken with peppers, onions and tomatos. I can't wait to eat it!
What did YOU do?
2 comments:
What a great weekend! Congratulations on your speech. It sounds like you did just great!!!
Your recipe looks super yummy, too! Lucky you!
You're so cute! I could squeeze your little cheeks!
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