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the cheap detective………………….
:nyag
the cheap detective...................
the cheap detective?????????
his feet upon his desk, cigar smoke lingering above
looking out his window, no clouds in sight, sky blue
waiting for the next big case, this life is his love
and when a call comes in, a file he does make
knowing deep within, he can make no mistake
he goes thru the motions
name, address, phone, when can you come in
?I need all the details so I can get a lead?
he?ll check the facts, make some calls
very quickly,
he?ll have more information than he will ever need
quietly, he sits and waits, the minutes turn to hours
another puff on his cigar, it?s time to water the flowers
files upon the window sill, files upon the chair
files, files, and more files of ?case closed? everywhere
he?s got all the information from a to z
the only thing that?s lacking is a case from you or me
the phone rings again, he gives a short hello
he asks the right questions for what he needs to know
another file he makes and puts it to the side
his feet go back on his desk
as he lights another cigar
a glance out his window
the day is slowly ending
his office door ajar
a knock comes from the door, it opens very slow
?what can I do for you?? he says matter of factly, so so
?I?m looking for the cheap detective?
?come in, you are in the right place
tell me of the case?
he gets out another file, fills in all the blanks
another case to solve, another file to stamp ?closed?
he listens to the story, doesn?t believe a word
it a case that so many times before he?s already heard
but he is no judge; he?ll get all the facts
find out who did what to whom and why and when
so much info gathering, out of ink runs his pen
?I?m no ordinary gumshoe,
I?ll solve this case for you?
he?s so reassuring
he listens and listens some more
to this case that is so boring
it?s a job; he lives the life of a cheap detective
his feet upon his desk, cigar smoke lingering above
looking out his window, passing by a butterfly or two
waiting for the next big case, this life is his love
he grabs his hat, walks out the door
he?ll see this guy, that guy
soon he will know all he needs to know and more
a question here, a question there
puts 2 and 2 together, the answer will appear
his client comes to his office
?you have solved this case for me, how much do I owe you?
he gives a smile, no worry, :nyadI?ve solved your case for free
it?s a job, he lives the life of a cheap detective
his feet upon his desk, cigar smoke lingering above
looking out his window, the sun is setting, too
waiting for the next big case, this life is his love
the cheap detective...................
the cheap detective?????????
his feet upon his desk, cigar smoke lingering above
looking out his window, no clouds in sight, sky blue
waiting for the next big case, this life is his love
and when a call comes in, a file he does make
knowing deep within, he can make no mistake
he goes thru the motions
name, address, phone, when can you come in
?I need all the details so I can get a lead?
he?ll check the facts, make some calls
very quickly,
he?ll have more information than he will ever need
quietly, he sits and waits, the minutes turn to hours
another puff on his cigar, it?s time to water the flowers
files upon the window sill, files upon the chair
files, files, and more files of ?case closed? everywhere
he?s got all the information from a to z
the only thing that?s lacking is a case from you or me
the phone rings again, he gives a short hello
he asks the right questions for what he needs to know
another file he makes and puts it to the side
his feet go back on his desk
as he lights another cigar
a glance out his window
the day is slowly ending
his office door ajar
a knock comes from the door, it opens very slow
?what can I do for you?? he says matter of factly, so so
?I?m looking for the cheap detective?
?come in, you are in the right place
tell me of the case?
he gets out another file, fills in all the blanks
another case to solve, another file to stamp ?closed?
he listens to the story, doesn?t believe a word
it a case that so many times before he?s already heard
but he is no judge; he?ll get all the facts
find out who did what to whom and why and when
so much info gathering, out of ink runs his pen
?I?m no ordinary gumshoe,
I?ll solve this case for you?
he?s so reassuring
he listens and listens some more
to this case that is so boring
it?s a job; he lives the life of a cheap detective
his feet upon his desk, cigar smoke lingering above
looking out his window, passing by a butterfly or two
waiting for the next big case, this life is his love
he grabs his hat, walks out the door
he?ll see this guy, that guy
soon he will know all he needs to know and more
a question here, a question there
puts 2 and 2 together, the answer will appear
his client comes to his office
?you have solved this case for me, how much do I owe you?
he gives a smile, no worry, :nyadI?ve solved your case for free
it?s a job, he lives the life of a cheap detective
his feet upon his desk, cigar smoke lingering above
looking out his window, the sun is setting, too
waiting for the next big case, this life is his love
The acid test
I've been fortunate and haven't lost a family member, lost a job etc. Since getting sober.
How many of you have had your feet put to the fire since getting sober?
Real testament to how this program works when, the going gets tough, the tough get going.
I watched several friends in the program lose spouses and not drink. I need to see people go thru this for myself. That offers me hope that, I'll be able to handle the real life challenges some day
How many of you have had your feet put to the fire since getting sober?
Real testament to how this program works when, the going gets tough, the tough get going.
I watched several friends in the program lose spouses and not drink. I need to see people go thru this for myself. That offers me hope that, I'll be able to handle the real life challenges some day
He is Small Enough and Big Enough
Brent Crowe
:Xmas7
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He was small enough to be born into the world. He was big enough to have spoken that world and everything in it into existence. He was small enough to be born into the ?City of Bread.? He was big enough to be the ?Bread of Life.? He was small enough to cry when he was hungry and wanted to be held. He was big enough to hear the heart cry of every human being. He was small enough to be obsolete. He was big enough to be absolute. He was small enough to be born in to a young family. He was big enough to welcome all who would come into His family. He was small enough to reveal Himself to shepherds close by. He was big enough to draw Magi from afar. He was small enough for an old man after a lifetime of waiting. He was big enough for all who are waiting. He was small enough to wash feet. He was big enough to lead. He was small enough for our sake to become poor. He was big enough that through His poverty we might become rich. He was small enough to live a life free from sin and captivity. He was big enough to bear all the sins of everyone and set His people free. He was small enough to need swaddling cloths. He was big enough to one day leave them behind. He was small enough to become one of us. He was big enough to rescue all of us. This Christmas, whatever you need and wherever you are, He is still both small enough and big enough. |
I’ve Stopped Protecting Him and I’m Scared …
Sorry for 2 posts tonight but in one I was introducing myself and situation and in this one I need to discuss what actually finally brought me here.
I got him to move out 6 months ago, but we own a duplex and my sister and her husband and children moved into the other side. They had a run of bad luck when her husband got injured and haven't been able to pay rent. Now I have no other choice but to move the AH back in here with me because finances are so tight. He's angry and wants to kick them out, but they are still planning to pay me as soon as they're back on their feet and there are so many things that must be done before selling the house in the worst time to try to sell one in the first place.
Anyway - he had a heart attack several months back and I thought it was his rock bottom / turning point. He was doing pretty well for a little while, but lapsed when he realized he could drink and still wake up in the morning. Now it's back to the heavy whiskey drinking and I don't want him back here like that but financially I'm in a bind.
He called his daughters (from his apartment tonight) and was so hammered that they are furious. He had been fooling them into believing that after the heart attack he'd quit drinking and smoking. They're livid that he's been lying to them and of course I've been covering (the great enabler). Not that they've asked me - but I haven't offered up the info. He likes to tell me his wishes every night - in case he doesn't wake up in the morning. Sure - I'm having great sleeps after listening to that!
Anyway - one daughter called me tonight to ask me and I told her the whole truth. He's going to be very angry at me for explaining the whole situation to his daughter. THIS WILL BE WAR, when he finds out that I've blown his cover. He will go for the jugular (do everything he can to make my life more miserable than it already is) and instead of sleeping right now, I'm anticipating how I will deal with this war. Part of me just wants this over so badly that I don't care about whatever smear campaign he wants to go with - to blame me for everything and make sure that everyone thinks it is all MY fault in the end and another part is scared of dealing with this situation. There have always been underlying threats of what he would do if I were to take a stand and I know I'm about to face them, because I have had enough! I believe I'm REALLY at my rock bottom now and it's time to face the music. I have to believe that as long as he doesn't kill me - I will survive. It's not that I'm worried he will - but actually I really am not sure what he would do when feeling threatened by this ... does anyone have suggestions on how to deal with this matter and stay strong?
I got him to move out 6 months ago, but we own a duplex and my sister and her husband and children moved into the other side. They had a run of bad luck when her husband got injured and haven't been able to pay rent. Now I have no other choice but to move the AH back in here with me because finances are so tight. He's angry and wants to kick them out, but they are still planning to pay me as soon as they're back on their feet and there are so many things that must be done before selling the house in the worst time to try to sell one in the first place.
Anyway - he had a heart attack several months back and I thought it was his rock bottom / turning point. He was doing pretty well for a little while, but lapsed when he realized he could drink and still wake up in the morning. Now it's back to the heavy whiskey drinking and I don't want him back here like that but financially I'm in a bind.
He called his daughters (from his apartment tonight) and was so hammered that they are furious. He had been fooling them into believing that after the heart attack he'd quit drinking and smoking. They're livid that he's been lying to them and of course I've been covering (the great enabler). Not that they've asked me - but I haven't offered up the info. He likes to tell me his wishes every night - in case he doesn't wake up in the morning. Sure - I'm having great sleeps after listening to that!
Anyway - one daughter called me tonight to ask me and I told her the whole truth. He's going to be very angry at me for explaining the whole situation to his daughter. THIS WILL BE WAR, when he finds out that I've blown his cover. He will go for the jugular (do everything he can to make my life more miserable than it already is) and instead of sleeping right now, I'm anticipating how I will deal with this war. Part of me just wants this over so badly that I don't care about whatever smear campaign he wants to go with - to blame me for everything and make sure that everyone thinks it is all MY fault in the end and another part is scared of dealing with this situation. There have always been underlying threats of what he would do if I were to take a stand and I know I'm about to face them, because I have had enough! I believe I'm REALLY at my rock bottom now and it's time to face the music. I have to believe that as long as he doesn't kill me - I will survive. It's not that I'm worried he will - but actually I really am not sure what he would do when feeling threatened by this ... does anyone have suggestions on how to deal with this matter and stay strong?
OT-codie relapse with my cats
My cats are treat-addicts. I've had to buy them different kinds, as I have bought out the store's supply of 3 different kinds. We have 3 cats...Mots (which stands for mouth-of-the-south, because he's LOUD), Elvis (my avatar), and Patches-the-pig. The last kind I got, Mots didn't like them. So I went to another store and got the kind they all 3 LOVED the week before and Patches didn't like them.
I told her, yesterday, that if she thought I was going to buy another kind for just her, she was crazy! I bought them today. I got home, gave her her own treats, and couldn't find the other kind for Elvis and Mots. I'm looking through the cabinets, have 2 cats YELLING at me, I'm yelling back, and had to call my stepmom to find out where she put them. Patches, in the meantime, has been enabled, and is purring like crazy.
We now have a deli assortment of cat treats, and I'm still a codie. Dad just laughs and says "you and your cats".
I consider it bribery...Patches is now laying on my feet and keeping them warm:)
BTW, Ann, they haven't moved the cat treats to another aisle, yet, but if they do, I'm going to raise he!!
Hugs and prayers!
Amy
I told her, yesterday, that if she thought I was going to buy another kind for just her, she was crazy! I bought them today. I got home, gave her her own treats, and couldn't find the other kind for Elvis and Mots. I'm looking through the cabinets, have 2 cats YELLING at me, I'm yelling back, and had to call my stepmom to find out where she put them. Patches, in the meantime, has been enabled, and is purring like crazy.
We now have a deli assortment of cat treats, and I'm still a codie. Dad just laughs and says "you and your cats".
I consider it bribery...Patches is now laying on my feet and keeping them warm:)
BTW, Ann, they haven't moved the cat treats to another aisle, yet, but if they do, I'm going to raise he!!
Hugs and prayers!
Amy
Head Is Spinning
I find myself being very down on myself today. I kind of got into it with my 35yr old son, but thinking about it I have noone to blame but myself. I created a monster translated a spoiled brat that doesn't have enough respect for me or see me as a separate person. I was really sick up until 3 yrs ago this past June. I was severely disabeled & in alot of serious pain. Many times I was in too much pain to argue about things. I was like that for 20yrs on & off. I would have better periods & then relapse or another health problem would come up. I was too sick, and weak to fight if there was a disagreement, and many times I would just give in. Plus I am sure I wasn't thinking too clearly cuz of all the medication I was on. During that 20yrs I had 6 back operations, Open Heart Surgery, plus 2 Abdominal Surgeries. I was always doctoring for something.
The last 3 yrs my life has been given back to me & it is so wonderful, but I see how dependent Chris is on me & at his age it is way past the time for it to have stopped. When Joey was coming up I was much healthier & I had firm rules for him & boundaries. He used to call me The Dragon. After my Revision I felt so good cuz Joey told his brother, The Dragon is back. He moved out when he was only 16. He moved in with my parents. Joey got like this from being overly dependent on my parents & Chris is like this from being overly dependent on me. It kills me cuz I knew better & didn't make these mistakes with Joey.
Life circumstances are what caused this to happen & instead of being down on myself cuz of what happened I have to do everything I can so Chris stands on his own 2 feet. Joey is back in jail & if my parents are truly done enabling him, I know oneday he will find his way. At least that is what I pray for. With Chris & I being so involved cuz he is a single parent I have to handle things differently.
I just needed to vent & let off some steam........thank you all for listening.
Diane
The last 3 yrs my life has been given back to me & it is so wonderful, but I see how dependent Chris is on me & at his age it is way past the time for it to have stopped. When Joey was coming up I was much healthier & I had firm rules for him & boundaries. He used to call me The Dragon. After my Revision I felt so good cuz Joey told his brother, The Dragon is back. He moved out when he was only 16. He moved in with my parents. Joey got like this from being overly dependent on my parents & Chris is like this from being overly dependent on me. It kills me cuz I knew better & didn't make these mistakes with Joey.
Life circumstances are what caused this to happen & instead of being down on myself cuz of what happened I have to do everything I can so Chris stands on his own 2 feet. Joey is back in jail & if my parents are truly done enabling him, I know oneday he will find his way. At least that is what I pray for. With Chris & I being so involved cuz he is a single parent I have to handle things differently.
I just needed to vent & let off some steam........thank you all for listening.
Diane
I needed to share this
I have memories of being about 5 years old and my mother beating my retarded brother. The one spacific memory I have is him in the hall on the floor and she is kicking him yelling at him about something he did, and he is begging her to stop. I am crying and begging her to stop because he is getting punished for something I did. I remember screaming out that I DID IT!!! But she didn't stop.
Today I was talking to my brother, we were talking about his shrink and how he feels good talking to him and that it's ok to talk about what happened with mom and dad now that they are gone. He told me my dad took his belt to the bottom of his feet for punishment. I never knew dad hit him. I knew he yelled at him rather than talking to him and would talk about him when he was right there, but I never knew he hit him.
I have often wondered about the coffee incendent where for some reason my brother was up real early in the morning and I was told he got under the desk in the kitchen for some reason and the cord to the coffee pot got caught up in his hand or foot and the entire pot of coffee came down on him and burned him from head to toe. I remember getting up that morning and he was on the sofa crying and had cold wet towls on him. They took him to the doctor later that day. (no big hurry) I also remember burning my hand on the iron, Well what I remember is my mom peeling my hand off it and then putting butter on it because back then they though butter helped. (WRONG) What I don't remember is if I put my hand on there and if so, why would I put it all the way on there, or if she did it. I can see the room, the old wooden ironing board and the old black and metal iron and then the pain.
I come from a long line of drinkers and I remember my cousins saying they liked comming to our house becaus they felt safe. Ours was the safe house.
I can only imagin what they went through if they felt our house was a safe place to be.
D
Today I was talking to my brother, we were talking about his shrink and how he feels good talking to him and that it's ok to talk about what happened with mom and dad now that they are gone. He told me my dad took his belt to the bottom of his feet for punishment. I never knew dad hit him. I knew he yelled at him rather than talking to him and would talk about him when he was right there, but I never knew he hit him.
I have often wondered about the coffee incendent where for some reason my brother was up real early in the morning and I was told he got under the desk in the kitchen for some reason and the cord to the coffee pot got caught up in his hand or foot and the entire pot of coffee came down on him and burned him from head to toe. I remember getting up that morning and he was on the sofa crying and had cold wet towls on him. They took him to the doctor later that day. (no big hurry) I also remember burning my hand on the iron, Well what I remember is my mom peeling my hand off it and then putting butter on it because back then they though butter helped. (WRONG) What I don't remember is if I put my hand on there and if so, why would I put it all the way on there, or if she did it. I can see the room, the old wooden ironing board and the old black and metal iron and then the pain.
I come from a long line of drinkers and I remember my cousins saying they liked comming to our house becaus they felt safe. Ours was the safe house.
I can only imagin what they went through if they felt our house was a safe place to be.
D
Swift feet, Nogard!
Our thoughts are with you as you run the marathon today! What an awesome achievement, and I do mean awesome. :You_Rock_
Please let us know how it went!!!! :bounce
Please let us know how it went!!!! :bounce
Gout and/or other alcohol related problems
Hey all,
For the past 2 days I've been dealing with a bout of gout in my right foot. For those who don't know, gout is a form of arthritis cause by an excessive buildup of uric acid--usually in the feet and joints. This is extremely painful, although this time I have been able to walk well enough so nobody has noticed or said anything. In the past when I was drinking, a couple of times it was so painful I had to crawl to the toilet to go to the bathroom.
Anyway, I haven't had anything to drink for 64 days and I guess I'm kinda irritated because this came back. Now, I'm not expecting perfect health, especially after the way I abused my body, but couple this with some bad allergies and I'm a bit miserable--not enough to even think about drinking though.
Has anyone else had troubles with gout or other alcohol-related health problems? How did you deal?
Thanks for letting me rant.
BMUS
For the past 2 days I've been dealing with a bout of gout in my right foot. For those who don't know, gout is a form of arthritis cause by an excessive buildup of uric acid--usually in the feet and joints. This is extremely painful, although this time I have been able to walk well enough so nobody has noticed or said anything. In the past when I was drinking, a couple of times it was so painful I had to crawl to the toilet to go to the bathroom.
Anyway, I haven't had anything to drink for 64 days and I guess I'm kinda irritated because this came back. Now, I'm not expecting perfect health, especially after the way I abused my body, but couple this with some bad allergies and I'm a bit miserable--not enough to even think about drinking though.
Has anyone else had troubles with gout or other alcohol-related health problems? How did you deal?
Thanks for letting me rant.
BMUS
did my civic duty
last night while walking down my street with my husband, I look down and said "oh my god, Oh My God"! at my feet is a large ziplock bag filled with little ziplock bags filled with what i will assume to be coke.
i flagged down the next cop I saw and turned it in, meanwhile theres this "poor" dealer looking all over the ground and rubbing his head (I assume to be saying Oh My God".
it felt like we hit the lottery, I was so excited to get that little bit of stuff off the street for the night.
I'm guessing it was a few hundred dollars worth of coke.
hehehehehehehehehe
i flagged down the next cop I saw and turned it in, meanwhile theres this "poor" dealer looking all over the ground and rubbing his head (I assume to be saying Oh My God".
it felt like we hit the lottery, I was so excited to get that little bit of stuff off the street for the night.
I'm guessing it was a few hundred dollars worth of coke.
hehehehehehehehehe
