While my life is like an F-5 twister in the midst of Oklahoma City, ever chaotic and disastrous, I have found that writing has been an outlet for me. Instead of my husband and kids running for the hills, I write. I want to share my ideas and life experiences, flaws and all. My blogs are meant to be fun, motivational, and to allow you to laugh at yourself and me. Trust me, I won’t take offense. I laugh at myself daily. They will be raw. I write the way I speak; from the heart and with no censorship.
Believe the shirt says it all 😂😂
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My quit date was Aug. 6th. Today is Aug. 5th and I haven’t had a cigarette in 3 days (13 more minutes and it will be 4 days). I couldn’t be happier. It was really the best decision I have made in quite some time.
I’ve been a bag of mess this last week. My emotions are nowhere near in check. My dog threw up last week and I cried. My husband would look at me and tears flowed. People asked how the smoking was going and you guessed it… tears. Anything and everything has made me bawl like a baby.
I go back to my PCP on Tuesday to let him know how it is going and to get a refill on the medication before vacation this upcoming Friday. What a way to celebrate… Florida for a week. Nothing but palm trees and sunny skies. My kind of life.
I smoked for 22 years. I had tried to quit smoking many times before but as you can see, haha it never worked. This is the real thing. If I can quit like this, anything is possible for anyone.
Who’s needing motivation? I’ll feed you a dose. Who has quit smoking? What was your secret to quitting? What did you look forward to after quitting? I can’t wait to smell again. I also can’t wait to be able to run a mile without feeling I want to die.
Y’all got this!! I have faith in all of you.
Wondering What to Do with This
So a few years ago I started writing this story but life took over and it was put on the back burner to be, well, forgotten about. Last Tuesday I pulled out my external hard drive to find a few pictures. To my surprise, there was different documents labeled with the story name on them. I read each saved document and laughed at the memories they brought up. I thought I would share a part of one of the chapters with you all. I am all about constructive criticism. Hell, in all honesty, I’m all about just getting a “Yeah it’s interesting” or “This is garbage.” Let me know what you all think. Is it worth continuing or should I just leave it back on the external hard drive to be forgotten about?
Shelby sits back into her chair, pulls out a lighter from her pocket and lights up a cigarette. As Brooklyn and Jacoby continue to talk, Shelby is disgusted to hear the stories. Brooklyn is a young female who obviously is furious with Nicole. She was more than willing to give out information hand over foot dealing with her. Shelby could sense Jacoby’s frustration with all the lies he was told by Nicole. By now, the three of them are selling her out with each passing second. The web of deceit slyly woven by Nicole for the past year and a half is slowly being unraveled. Nicole had no idea the fake world she created was about to be shattered. More so, that her so-called best friend had just learned that Nicole accused her of allowing Nicole to be date raped; Jacoby learning more of Nicole’s unfaithfulness. Continue reading “Shelby & Jacoby”
He Didn’t Take the “Coward” Way Out.
I’m a country girl at heart. But not this new country whatever you call it. The old country. Before they added pop into it. Before, when the lyrics spoke to you. They told a story. It’s not that anymore. It’s saddening.
With that being said, I like listening to all genres of music. I had my rap days, pop days, techno days, hair bands (yes, that’s 80’s and early 90’s rock), alternative, and some heavy rock. Over the years, it all has changed. My husband and I were talking about this last week in the car after hearing the death of Chester Bennington, the lead singer for Linkin Park. Continue reading “Reality Check for Punks”
What makes people do things?
I’m not sure if anyone else has an obsession with the ID Channel like I do. It’s the only channel my bedroom television knows. Most times, late at night while I am sitting downstairs on the couch, you got it. The ID Channel is on (I’m secretly watching it as I type). The only time that I have been this hooked is when I used to watch Intervention on the A&E channel. I think I have a sick obsession with wanting to know why people do what they do. If it ain’t wondering what brings a person to the point of sticking a needle in their arm to get high, then it is wondering what makes a person kill someone.
I think it all started when my uncle was murdered by a so-called friend back in 2000. He was shot from the back when he was leaving his neighbor’s house. This guy didn’t second guess taking my uncle’s life. To him, he felt justified. What REALLY made him walk out after my uncle with a gun and shoot him from behind? All because of an argument? Who gave him the right to think that he had the authority to decide if my uncle’s life was worth living? Continue reading “Obsessed with Knowing”
It’s been a week since I went to the doctor to talk about options to help me quit smoking. After consideration of a few things, we decided that Zyban would be the best option for me. I was directed to continue smoking like I was for one week while taking the pills twice a day. After day 7, cut back.
I didn’t think it would be this easy. I really do not have the urge to smoke anymore. There are times, like when I first wake up or after dinner that I feel like a cigarette but going from 1 1/2 packs a day to maybe 5 cigarettes a day is quite the accomplishment for me. I’ve tried so many times before without any success. Continue reading “My QUIT DATE is Aug. 6th 2017”
My dad died of lung cancer when I was a teenager. I was diagnosed with onset cervical cancer when I was 16. Last year, my uncle was diagnosed with liver cancer. This year, my mom and stepdad were both diagnosed with skin cancer. My stepdad is currently going through the treatment process. Other family members have dealt with breast cancer, too. I don’t say any of this to gain sympathy from anyone. I say this because I have realized that cancer does not discriminate.
With a list this long of cancer running in my family, I am a smoker. I have been smoking for roughly 20 years now. Crazy, right? I know. Sounds like someone is playing with fire. As the saying goes, “play with fire and you’re bound to get burnt.” Continue reading “A New Day Starts Tomorrow “