Just a Few Little Things.
We are back from our short stay in Ocean City, MD. Well. Well, well, well. Where does one start? You will laugh when I say that we are spoiled by New Jersey, but when we compare Ocean City, MD to the Jersey beaches and boardwalks - Maryland comes up short. Very disappointing. The beach at OCM was full of trash. Just FULL 0f it. Not only could you see tons of visible trash but when I dug my toes into the sand and came up with a cup lid...well. That just did it. It's also very expensive in OCM. We paid (what I consider to be) quite a lot of money for a dive. Yikes! The rides sucked too. So I am going to take the advice of several of my readers and check Chincoteague out next year. I am looking forward to it already!
The moslem guy is, apparently, beating the crap out of his
A heavy talk with the Girlies.
It turns out that a young lady I have known for 10 years - a really good girl - is a heroin addict. I am just heartbroken and I pray for her and her family. The girlies know because of all of the activity recently to get her into a rehab and with the communications we have had with her parents. They are close - so anyway - the girlies know. We had a talk - I had to talk to them about it. How it would be easy to fall in with people who don't think twice about doing drugs and how addiction can really destroy a person for years. Lost years and lots of regrets. How addiction leads people to do things that they would never have thought of doing: lying, stealing, doing almost anything to get more dope. Recovery, if chosen, is extremely difficult. Building trust with people you have hurt can take years. The addiction affects everyone surrounding the addict - it's very destructive and painful.
I don't want those girlies to have a moment of pain. There is no way around pain in this life though, is there? We try to give our children wonderful years and memories and try to shield them. Life happens all around us and there is pain and turmoil included in that life that happens around us. We can't hide it from them. All that their father and I can do is talk to them and let them know they have good and strong people in their corner - - and no matter what, they are loved. We have all lived through pain and many of us have been through hell and that becomes a part of what and who we are. Quite frankly I should be dead from some of the stupid choices I made while floundering about in my younger years. There but for the grace of God, honey. That says it all.