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Since my partner told me I could use her guitar anytime to take lessons.. now I just have to get off my lazy butt and do it.

Obviously I had to go on a few dates in order to find my life partner!
It wasn’t so bad… I survived. heh heh.

After three lonely years in Alaska I met the woman of my dreams… and the funny thing is, we both hail from Arizona! At forty four years of age I consider myself very lucky to have found her and I also am glad I kissed a lot of frogs and kept on kissing frogs until I found the person of my dreams!

Well I didn’t go out and get a dog, but I got a life partner who has a dog, and now we share the dog, so… I can now say I have a dog! It’s great having a dog!

But they didn’t display it on the website…

Met a gal a couple weeks ago. we have been getting to know each other … of course we jumped into bed. bed is very hot for us. we are both very imaginative and creative and open minded so it’s a lot of fun sleeping with her.
And we have a lot in common. But we still need to go on more dates instead of just lounging around in bed all the time.
Human nature. I had no willpower.

I have been going to the gym for a few months now and I’m in great shape! My girlfriend said I was totally hot!

August 30 I had ten months sober.
today I got a temporary sponsor. I’ve had trouble with sponsors and felt the need to wait for divine intervention, which came today.
A woman I have known for about two months in the program sat down next to me and asked how my program was. Divine intervention!!!!!!

MCC Anchorage has a new home. we are moving to St. Christophers at Oklahoma and Duben Streets.
We hope that this move will not only save us money but give us a place where our pastor can have an office and we can have BBQs and rummage sales etc. this is a great thing for MCC Anchorage!

Since beginning work at the hospital I have had so many injections and blood draws that it has become old hat. I did this by telling myself I was brave and that it wouldn’t do for the nurses to see their security guard in a vulnerable state.

I’ve met someone and it’s been a whirlwind romance. We’ve been talking on the phone for hours a night, e-mailing and sleeping togehter every chance we got.
Monday, for the holiday we are both off of work and have set it aside to go out on a date, dinner and a movie. I am so excited!

Nine months sober July 30th. Yay for me!

I remember me and my ex running around naked in the rain and kissing in the lightning and thunder. It was the best memory I have of her. Very very nice.

Our peace choir, the Whirrled Peas, is going to be singing at the Unitarian Church next Sunday! March 19) So, I have finally reached another goal!

If I can do it anyone can. I’ve been needlephobic for as long as I can remember. I was listening to NPR one day and the announcer said that the local blood bank was in dire need of my type of blood. So… I went. Took my best friend, who is also needlephobic, and she held my hand while I gave blood. Haven’t been back, although I will… it was not bad at all and there were brownies and juice! I just covered my head with a blanket and told them not to tell me when they were going to stick me. It was over in a little while.

Wow, I must’ve been like in my mid twenties; me and my LSD trippin’ roommates and their very tall friend named “TREE” were on the Rappahannock river in Virginia, canoeing, when a van load of dudes showed up and they began scuba diving, each in turn, then they asked us if we wanted a turn… turns out they were all just trying it out to see if they wanted to take scuba lessons.. I loved it! The water was very shallow but the way you could sink to the bottom and stare at stuff was about the coolest thing I could think of… from that day on I’ve wished I could afford to take scuba lessons…

I’ve lived all my life in other people’s homes or apartments or in basements or in the laundry room, anything I could find. Now I live in a room in a zero lot line. I don’t pay rent because I do ten hours of work a week on the place.
I can’t imagine owning my own home… not having to be quiet, painting the wall any color, hanging up anything I wish on the walls, gardening, having a dog…a cat, friends stay over… it’s a dream that seems so impossible.

My dad lives only a couple hundred miles from me, but you can’t get there from here, except on a ferry, or on a plane..both of which are too expensive for me to do very often.
I wish there was a road to Cordova, damnit.
Anyhow, if I get this job with the airline I will be able to fly to see him whenever I want, which is way cool… came all this way to Alaska and only see him twice a year or so, that’s just dumb.

The Colonel’s wife, Claudia, opened a restaurant, and it’s still open just on the outskirts of Louisville, Kentucky… you can get Kentucky Fried Chicken done up fresh, and served in opulence at a regular restaurant price, that place is magnificent and all done up like a big ol’ southern mansion, with the white pillars and all. Google it!
I recommend the southern fried chicken livers, woof! they are so good!
I’m told that the local punks like to eat KFC and go to the grave of Colonel Sanders and leave a bucket with some chicken on his grave…

I moved to San Fran in the mid nineties… you can really make a go of it there for not too much money if you are willing to share a place with others.
I had a thousand bucks with me when I went, and I had nowhere to stay so I went to an AA meeting and some people put me up for a week while I looked for a place… which I found quickly by putting an ad up at “The Bearded Lady” coffee house. I got a good job (twelve bucks an hour) within three weeks. (painting houses). I had four roommates, and we lived in Lower Haight, with a view of Twin Peaks and a communal backyard… it was great. I wish I’d never ever left. If I ever got bored, instead of watching tv I’d go walking down Haight Street. Just looking around, or jogging, whatever, it’s so much fun to live there.