Ugh! I've become one of those obsessed dog owners! Here are my obsessed dog owner confessions:
- whenever I'm in a store, any store, I have to check out the dog toy section
- when I change into my pj's at night, I empty dog treats out of my pants pockets
- Monday nights are puppy school night
- I say "good potty" in a high squeaky voice when I see him going to the bathroom
- I have dog toys in my car
and the piest de resistance...
- I am taking Rico to my sisters for the weekend for a play date with her new puppy.
Just kill me now. But let me feed Rico first. ;)
Yarr!! This day be a special one matey's. It be "Talk Like A Pirate Day." If ye be a curious wench or scallywag, travel the high cyberseas to this isle of info talklikeapirateday.com or join the naysayers swimmin' in the chumbucket.
I'll leave ye with a dity me shipmates n' me been singin' all day...
Yohoho... Avast there matey...
Pieces of eight, pieces of eight...
Dance a proper jig or walk the plank.
Booty for all and plunder a'plenty.
Shiver me timbers and boarders away...
A r r r r...
Working for myself has its ups and downs. Today was a downer. Everything took twice as long as it should have. And I missed a deadline. I hate that feeling. Thank goodness for understanding customers but I still worked myself into quite a tizzy this morning. Days like this I miss co-workers to lend a hand and an ear.
At my last job when I had hard days I would email hubby this code: CIQMJ? He never said anything but I'm sure he didn't look forward to coming home to me as it usually meant I was frustrated and upset about my job again. What is CIQMJ you ask? It stood for "Can I Quit My Job." Funny thing is the first time I emailed CIQMJ to him, he knew what it stood for without explanation. It's sometimes scary how well he knows me.
If I could even entertain the thought of packing it in, today would have been a CIQMJ email day. Is a little tougher to quit when I am the business. I should be grateful, there's a lot more good days then there are bad days. OK, rant over.
Tomorrow, September 12th, will mark my one year anniversary as a non-smoker. I spent 26 years as a smoker. Had my first cigarette when I was 13 years old and started smoking regularly at 15. Now I can say I quit at 41.
I'm not sure why it worked this time. I had tried to quit unsuccessfully two or three times before. Maybe it was the right recipe for me. I had picked a date a month prior. Got the Nicorette gum purchased and went online to learn about quitting smoking at about.com. Read others stories on how they quit and printed up "Not One Puff Ever" signs and taped them up all over the place. Then when the day came, I emailed my family and friends and asked for support. If I failed this time, I was not only accountable to myself but to everyone else.
The first few weeks were the most difficult but every day it got easier to breath through and past the urges. The changes in my body helped my resolve as they started. Being able to take a hard, fast, deep breath without coughing. Being able to walk through knee deep snow down my neighbors long driveway without getting the stitch in my side or feeling like I would pass out because I couldn't get enough air into my body.
It's been a while since I've gone to my "Quit-O-Meter" program to see what the totals are so this will be good...
Smobriety comes to: 0Y 11M 4W 2D 13H 3Mns
$-Saved to date: $2161.62
I have NOT smoked 14,411 cigarettes.
Now, where did that $2,161.62 go?
