No mother or father ever wants to see their child addicted to any type of substance. I know that if I had a problem abusing alcohol or drugs my mother would do anything in her power to help me. She would send me to rehab and then afterwards she would have me see a therapist so that I could understand myself why I resorted to drugs or alcohol. I also believe that parents who are involved in their child’s life they can identify whether their child was in trouble. My mother could be able to notice if there was any change in my attitude and or my personality. I remember one time my mother called me and I was wasted and she asked me whether I was drunk. I told her “no” I was not drunk, but she knew that I was lying and came and got me. My mom could tell from my voice when I am drunk and she can also tell from my body language whether I had a hung over. From my personal experiences my do not believe that believe that Koren’s parents could tell when she was drunk. In the book she talks about how her parents went to parties and there would have to be someone at the party who was drunk. Both of her parents should have been able to tell if she was drunk or hung over.

On the other side of the coin I would never want to think of either of my parents having a drug or alcohol problem. In that situation, the roles have changed were the children are the parents and the parents are the children. It is up to the children to take care of the parents when they are too intoxicated to take care of themselves. I could never image what it would be like for my mother or father to choose drugs or alcohol over me. I know that my childhood would have been darker because I would have my parents teaching me everything about drugs. But not in a good way. They could teach me how to make whatever drug they were using and make me sell that drug on the streets so that we would have money to survive. Even though I was not in class on Monday when we watched the movie about Tupac I still look at the discussion questions on Carmen and internet. I did not know that his mother was addicted to crack and that at the age of seventeen he dropped out of school.

Binge drinking is something that college students deal with on a daily basis. It was impressing that a mother was willing to binge drink a substantial amount of alcohol for “30 Days“. I found it interesting that after the mother started drinking she could perform many of the tasks she needed to do. Her youngest child noticed a change in her personality; she was constantly tried, and was not happy. After seeing his mother drunk all the time he says that he is never going to drink. He got to see his mother stumble home, from one of her drunken nights, slam into the front door and start crying because she could not get her key in the door. Unfortunately, her daughter, Jennifer, did not have the same reaction. I remember her laughing at her mother because she could not “hold her liquor”. After a month the mother did not develop any internal damage but if she was drinking for years she would have serious problems with her liver. It was sad that at the end of the episode there was not enough of an impact for Jennifer to stop binge drinking.

Here is a photo of Nibbler:

I’ll be adding more soon!

I love him. He is always there in the mornings when I wake up, and he is there when I go to bed. He came into my life on April 2, 2008 and he makes me so happy. I never thought that I could have two loves in my life. He has short black hair, play full, loves long walks, and has long ears that are just fun to play with. If you can’t figure it out my new love is a Bunny named Nibbler. Now I didn’t name him after the character from Futurama. I got him when he was 3 months old and he was so scared. The volunteer put him in my lap and he started chewing on my pants and started nibbling on my boyfriend’s jacket. After that I knew he was my bunny. He is so comfortable in my apartment. He runs around my apartment like he is on crack.  Sometimes he even acts like a two year old.  He will try to push his limits with me and I have to punish him by spraying him with some water.  Even when he plays he is a child e will slam into the wall while he is running around and is a SILLY BUNNY. I don’t know why but he will run around my feet for some reason. He can already tell my moods and emotions.  There was one time that I have horrible family problems so I was on my floor crying.  Nibble crawled out of his cage and sat by me so that I could feel better.  I will soon put up photos of him so that everyone can how cute he is.

Evey time I watch “My Big Fat Greek Wedding” it always make me happy and sad at the same time.  There are points in the movie that mirror my life.  I’m in love with a Greek man that loves me and is not afraid to show it.  Everyone that knows me and my boyfriend that we have not been happier in years.  It is weird that I would want to marry he but there are occasions where I don’t know if that is how he feels.  I would love to have a Greek wedding where I can dance, drink, eat, and break plats while saying OPHA.  I have pictured what my wedding be like for years.  I would walk down the isle with “In your eyes” and get married by water, when I don’t know if that will happen.  I’m proud of my Polish culture and at the same time I would do anything to be “Greek” he him.  I would be baptized in olive oil so that I could be Orthodox.  Although it makes my sad that I’m like this big huge secret to everyone except one of his cousins.  To his family I am a foreigner and that is sad to me.  At times I don’t know if his family would like me.  His mom reminds me of the dad in the movie I have been told that she would hate me because I’m not Greek.  I don’t know if I would ever be excepted by his family.  At times I don’t know what to do.

There are days that I wish that my life was like a story book. That I could find my prince charming and live happily ever after. But life is not always like that. Nothing in my life has ever been easy. I wish I had a normal happy family. I wish that my parents were happy with each other. Hell they should have got a divorce along time ago but my mother is to set in her Catholic way of life. Because of my parent’s relationship I don’t believe that I could never be the ideal wife to a potential husband. To this day I’m so confused of how to be a good girlfriend that I try to push everyone away. I is very difficult for me to show true love or emotion to someone when I have had such poor role models. How could I even the person that I should be? How can I be the ideal girlfriend, friend, student, daughter, and sister when I don’t know what that is? There are days that I don’t believe that I was ever destined to have a happy ever after.

I think I’ve found the greatest love that I’ve ever had. After my last boyfriend royally skrewed me over on my last birthday I thought I would never be happy. Then he walked into my life. I never thought that I could ever feel this way. When we first met we couldn’t stand each other, he even threatened to throw me in front of a bus. Yet, the more time we spent around each other, the less annoyed we got at each other. It’s always interesting that I only wanted a one night stand and some how I was lucky enough to have a year long relationship. I wish you could see the smile that he puts on my face. He’s always there to protect me and for some reason he can always make me laugh and bring a smile to my face when I’m sad. He is my knight in shinning armor and I don’t know if he’ll ever know how I truly feel.