One Day, One Year

Ok so Yab lied in her last post, saying I wasn't going to Burlington, VT for St. Paddy's, cause I definitely did that.

Now that I don't drink, visiting the town that I use to do all of my drinking in and being there on a drinking holiday, wasn't exactly a picnic. Honestly though, it wasn't hard.

I love going out with my friends to bars and dancing and I love getting to see the craziness that happens at house parties but it does not make me miss drinking.
If you don't know that you act like somewhat of an idiot when you drink in large quantities, in one way or another... you should reevaluate yourself.

The best part about being sober is getting to be the mom I'm meant to be. Taking care of my little babies and being able to deal with stressful situations is super easy when you're a sober sally.


All you really have is today. If you're lucky to have more than that you're doing something right. Guess what? I'm doing something right.
I have a year.



March 2012.
This time last year I was in the hospital, clinically insane. My body, physically and mentally, was shutting down.

The last few months leading up to the hospital my life was a mess. I was drinking too much, eating to little, and involved with some wrong people. I was treating myself poorly and letting others do the same. When I finally came to the decision to call my mom and turn my life around, it was a fight or flight reflex. I had to do it and get hell out of dodge.

Some of my friends had tried to warn me about my reckless behavior in the past but I never listened. It took hitting, my personal, rock bottom to get back up.









This past year has been really difficult. I've had to turn my life around.

180 degrees

If it wasn't for my family and my friends, that are basically my family, I really wouldn't be where I am now.

I pray everyday because I feel so blessed to be going in the direction that I am.

What made me feel the best about visiting Burlington was hearing from people that I inspire them. That really means so much to me. So as much as I'm doing this for me, I really hope it, in some way, helps you. 

How do I do it you ask? Easy. 
#groundedbyglitter. 

Mardi Poo

So this is the first year in four years that I will not be in Burlington for Mardi Gras OR St. Patrick's Day. Honestly, it's probably a good thing. The drinking levels will be dangerously high, obviously, and the cops on the prowl.
The past couple of years Mardi Gras has been a shit show, to say the least. Although I would love to be there sober and document the night sufficiently and remember all the stupid things my friends do, I can not make it.

I'd like to take a moment and remember my Mardi Gras and St. Patrick's Day of the past:


Welp, last year for Mardi Gras I was working in cupcake land so we only have one pic:

However, Last years St. Patty's Day was well documented:

Simply angry.

3 amigos

The Babies.

Just some of my family.

Mardi Gras Sophmore year was a litttlee cray cray:

We caused some trouble.

 In awe of the parade +Austin Garrett 

O yes. WE DID SOME JAMMING OUT

And of course then there was 2011 St. Patty's Day. 

Basically we got to KBlum and Princess Jessica's andddd got to drunk to leave:

 

I love her. 

My first Mardi Gras experience was just that, an experience.  

 

 

Since freshman year baby. 

And finally, 2010 St Patty's was at Colchester, of course. It was a night of brown, for beer, and green.

 The Irish princess. 

Babies.

LIVE FREE OR DIE

I hope this gets whoever you are excited about the upcoming holidays and makes you dwell on the festivities of the past. I love of these moments and the people I've gotten to share these days with. 

#groundedbyglitter