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Caver60

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  1. My wife and I agreed the other day that I should take the month off from drinking. She didn't push on me, she didn't really have to. I've been a regular drinker for ten years or more. Anywhere between six to ten drinks, almost every day, through one marriage and divorce and now into another. I started during my first marriage mainly out of boredom, but I've kept it going straight into this marriage as well. I hide it. Most of the time I have 3-4 drinks after work or on my way home so that it looks to my wife like I only have 3 or 4 drinks nightly. And yeah, I know this is stupid, dangerous behavior. I've never "bottomed out" like I see a lot of you guys on here talking about. But it is taking a toll on my life. I feel shitty until lunchtime every day, and I never get anything done until the afternoon or evening. I'm blessed (cursed?) with a job that has let me get away with that. I know that it has hurt both marriages. I tend to be more interested in drinking than sex, most nights. That's just an example, but I know that it stands to reason that I'm not fully plugged into my life when I'm 8 drinks in. So having had this little talk with my wife, I didn't drink last night. First night in awhile. From experience, I knew going in that I wouldn't sleep well, if at all. I told her that would probably happen, and it damn sure did. I'm super tired today. On the plus side, I don't feel like crap in addition to being tired like I usually do. I wonder what this is going to be like and how long I will keep it going. I know the deal (at least I think I do). I LIKE feeling a little warm and foggy after a few drinks. I enjoy having a glass of wine while cooking and eating dinner. But then I have a hard time cutting it off, and it becomes the whole bottle. And then a couple of beers. And maybe tipping back a bottle for a few swigs between beers. And then I get up in the morning, and I look around and wonder how I had the gumption to turn off the lamp beside my bed, because I can't remember doing that at all. Because I like drinking, I know it'll be hard to kick. I wonder if I will be able to get to a point where NOT drinking will be the norm, but where I will still be able to enjoy drinking from time to time on the right occasion. I don't have the "off" switch. I wonder if my wife will help me with that. I don't really want her to. And it doesn't really matter I suppose, because I've developed this habit of hiding it from her and I know how easy it is. She has a lot of grace about her. She knows that I drink a lot and she's not up my ass about it. But she will be one day if I keep this up. Anyway, I'm gonna give this a shot for awhile and see what happens. I've got my goal on one month right now. I hope the whole sleeping thing gets a little better, because last night sucked.
  2. If you had to draw up a recipe for a caving disaster, this is obviously it. Those boys are perfect for pushing further into a cave. Thin, athletic, young, brave, and most assuredly encouraging each other to go further with the usual comparisons to female sexual anatomy for anyone who might have been hesitant. Slipping through passages too narrow for scuba gear is absolutely nothing in caves. If any of them has any caving experience or knows anyone who does, they will have heard stories about passageways so narrow that a caver will have to exhale, scoot through while their chest is compressed, and breathe again on the other side. Standard fare for caver stories around a campfire, and something you can do in any number of caves right here in Texas. The coach is right to send apologies. If anyone could have prevented this, it was him.
  3. When I was about 12, I was home for the summer and watching PBS. They had a fund drive going, and they showed this game in its entirety. I’d always been a Texas fan. My mom got three degrees from Texas and I watched Earl as a younger kid. But I’d never really known anything about this game other than that we won the 1969 National Championship. So watching the game, knowing the outcome but not the story, was magical. The way the game was going, I just couldn’t see how Texas would ultimately win. And then that pass to Peschel! I’m not sure I celebrated any harder 20 years later when I watched Vince run it in. If you haven’t watched this game, find a way. Thanks, ctj. Great post.
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