He is my Sunshine

Phase two of the bathroom reno started last Thursday. I emptied the room and began the slow and painful process of surgical demolition, leaving all the tricky stuff for Sunshine (like the toilet).

It wound up taking waaaay longer than expected, for no other reason than ADAPTING HOUSE CABINETS FOR AN RV IS A MOTHERBITCH. There were multiple plumbing and electrical issues to sort out, along with the problem of not enough space to work. (Our bathroom? Is literally the size of most people's stoves.)

After several days of hell, we are almost done. Sunshine has to grout tonight, and I have to help. His shoulders are just too broad to make the necessary contortions involved in grouting, rinsing, wringing, and rinsing some more in a space the size of a Recaro bucket seat in an '81 Trans Am.

That dear sweet man has worked Hus ass off all weekend in our bathroom, and worked his ass off at work yesterday and today, and yet he still comes home and works on this bathroom. He tells me that he is going hunting next weekend. I say good for him, he's more than earned it.

How did I get so lucky to wind up with Mr. Sunshine?

As for the bathroom, he says I'm on my own with the painting. He picked the color (a nice mid-tone cool grey) but says buying it and getting it on the walls is all me. Fair enough; there are plenty of neighborhood kids willing to do grunt work for cash--I should have no trouble finding a helper.

Back to the point of this post...

Sunshine is awesomesauce. #thatisall

Attraction rather than promotion

Narcotics Anonymous has 12 steps that pretty much everyone has heard about. Lesser known outside of N.A. (or any other 12 step fellowship) are the 12 traditions. The traditions are a set of guidelines for the members and groups to help them in their dealings with each other, other groups, and the world outside the groups.

I've got the 11th tradition on my mind today. "Our public relations policy is based on attraction rather than promotion; we need always maintain personal anonymity at the level of press, radio, and films." What this means for me is this: if I am somehow thrust into the celebrity stratosphere, I probably shouldn't go running around proclaiming that I am a member of Narcotics Anonymous.

Why? Well, what if I wind up like Darryl Strawberry, Scott Weiland, or Lindsey Lohan--constantly making the news for yet another relapse, DWI, shoplifting, hit&run, escape from treatment, or any of that other shit these famous chronic waste-cases make headlines for? What does that say to the world about the fellowship? Nothing good.

This also applies to me on a much less public level. I probably shouldn't wear an N.A. shirt out in public if I am likely to act a donkey: whistling at women, getting arrested, trashing a restaurant or a Toys-R-Us, and any of the other silly shit humans do that isn't so attractive. Whether I like it or not, every single thing I do while sporting my N.A. teeshirt, tattoo, cap, or whatever reflects on the fellowship as a whole.

I wish other people would apply this wisdom in their daily lives. When you come into my place of business and act a donkey: snapping orders at me, telling me I didn't bring enough plates of food when you damn well know that you didn't order plates of food for those people that came in 20 minutes after you ordered, behave rudely and condescendingly, don't tip the wait staff, and leave a serious fucking mess on the tables and floor--what do you think it says about A) the church named on all your tee shirts and B) your religion in general? Nothing good. Your relentless promotion of your piousness and faith without works to back it up makes it all look like horseshit.

This also applies to corporate events: when your company throws an event, has a contract for specific services and set times, and you then start bitching because you aren't getting what you want, do you think this makes anybody want to do business with your company?

#imjustsaying

#foodforthought

#gratefuliaintyou