'Tis the season to be thankful for what you have. I've had many reminders of this in the past couple of weeks. In that time:

1. One of my very favorite friends, Kelly, lost her dad. What a horrible, heart-wrenching experience for her and her family, especially considering the unexpected nature of the events.
2. My co-worker, who has been trying everything in the book to get pregnant, and finally got pregnant to everyone's excitement, and who was almost through her first trimester, lost her baby.
3. My mom lost her job. My little store is closing.

Here I was upset because I lost my bus stop. Life's short, enjoy what you've got, make the most of it. Don't worry about what you can't control. And laugh, for God's sake. Life is fun! And when life isn't fun, don't hold back the tears. Get them the hell out of there to make room for more laughter.

As a sidenote (and speaking of laughter), my no-drinking kick lasted two full weeks. The scars aren't even done healing yet, but I must say I did an impressive job moderating this weekend. Alexis is so much fun! We even managed to get all our drinks bought for us, once we found a bar I could get into, and I made this seem acceptable in Darren's eyes by buying him pizza with the money I had withdrawn to spend on drinks.

My life as a drunk is over.

Don't believe it, do you? Well you should. On Saturday I got shitfaced AT MY PLACE OF EMPLOYMENT and puked in, and horribly plugged, the sink AT MY PLACE OF EMPLOYMENT and fell and got a concussion and bled profusely from the back of my head on the beautiful things AT MY PLACE OF EMPLOYMENT. Fortunately, housekeeping seems to have not ratted me out and, miraculously, I still have a job. Also, my head seems to be done bleeding. I don't remember how I fell, which was obviously hard enough to make me forget what happened, but my hair has fallen out in that icky, bloody scabbed over area and I've been dealing with a throbbing headache ever since.

Thinking about it gives me the heebie jeebies, as there was very much blood and for a while I had no idea where it was coming from. I probably needed stitches, but I couldn't very well leave MY PLACE OF EMPLOYMENT in an ambulance and expect to be welcomed back to hugs and kisses on Monday -- if I would have even been released from detox by then. How smart of it was it for me to just go to sleep while bleeding from the head with a probable concussion?

It's time to grow the hell up. No mo getting drunk for me. My body can't take it.