My Life- it's as fun as puttin' lipstick on a squirrel

  So. I am co-leading a recovery group and guess what step is next. Step 4. Each time I study a step I think to myself. Man...this one is a doozy...but the next one is as well! :) Love walking through the steps with a new set of eyes! here is what A.A. says about 4th steppin' it: "But in A.A. we slowly learned that something had to be done about our vengeful resentments, self-pity, and unwarranted pride. We had to see that every time we played the big shot, we turned people against us. We had to see that when we harbored grudges and planned revenge for such defeats, we were really beating ourselves with the club of anger we had intended to use on others. We learned that if we were seriously disturbed, our first need was to quiet that disturbance, regardless of who or what we thought caused it." God Bless ya'll, Tracy

ahhhh. being a victim. dusted this off from June 2011 This was  a meditation for the day back in June 2011. words of wisdom for anyone "breathing today" I am not a victim of others, but rather a victim of my expectations, choices and dishonesty. When I expect others to be what I want them to be and not who they are, when they fail to meet my expectations, I am hurt. When my choices are based on self-centeredness, I find I am lonely and distrustful. I gain confidence in myself, however, when I practice honesty in all my affairs. When I search my motives and am honest and trusting, I am aware of the capacity for harm in situations and can avoid those that are harmful. perhaps I do need a meeting.... Here and today in 2012 I choose to walk in Faith with my Savior Jesus Christ. Good or Bad he gets me through. I hope you can walk with the Lord. And if you do God Bless you.

So many people have asked us how is the adoption going? I think it's going fantastic. Now if you asked the tween we are adopting she would tell you otherwise! A year ago today we were going to " adoption classes" . Today we are 30 days into 180 days of adoption. The trial period if you will. But as soon as the paint was dry on the hot pink walls and the last tote of miscellaneous have nots was moved in it was done. I don't need papers to say I am a Mom. My heart breaks for a child who has been disappointed over and over and over again for 12 years. The abuse/neglect did not end when she was taken from her birth parents, not the first time, nor the second. The hurts continued. In the form of many placements, residential centers, disrupted adoptions because people could not put up with what she put out. Failure after failure after failure. Ball dropped...too many times to count. So here we sit with a grenade. A fine product of the foster care system. Full of anger,...