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Great job Yoda. Seems like only yesterday you were a freshman...

Viva la Tank!

She's right Denali. The days of white knuckling and hanging on for dear life will pass with time. Gradually, you become far more comfortable in your quit. Eventually, smoking becomes a distant memory. Earlier this month, I reached the six-year anniversary of my quit. Going from year five to six felt like less of accomplishment than going from month five to six. When I was still counting months, staying quit took real dedication and commitment. Going from year five to six was just basic maintenance. I didn't even crave a cigarette during that time so there were no battles to fight. The baptism by fire stage of the quit is temporary. Get through that, and you can just get back to business of living.

Looking for news about Hank the Tank. If you don't already know, Hank the Tank is a black bear that lives near Lake Tahoe, California. He found himself in a bit of trouble when it was believed that he was breaking into homes to steal food. The last I heard, Hank had been cleared in some of the break-ins as it was found that some of the bears breaking and entering were females. Hank took the rap because he's a fat boy and likes to eat. I know there are a lot of other news stories out there right now, but I wish someone would do a follow-up on Hank. Godspeed Hank the Tank, wherever you may be.

Bubba was getting married. Earl was his best man. Bubba confided in Earl: "I've never been with a woman before, I have no idea what I'm doing." Earl said; "It's simple Bubba, just take the longest thing below your waist and put it where she uses the bathroom." Bubba spent his honeymoon night with his leg stuck in the toilet.

That's why the epitaph on my tombstone will read "Told Ya So!"

Have you seen "woke" babes?

Congratulations Catlover. Enjoy spoiling both of the little fellas.

Good job Kris.

Great job Despair Not. Congratulations.

At the risk of being that old man who tells the same stories over and over again...I forgot to put on my pants one morning early in my quit. Went to put my shoes on before heading out for work. Something felt not quite right. Evaluated the situation. Realized that I had forgotten to put on my pants. Now, I almost never forget my pants. Almost never...

Finishing a task, yardwork in particular, was one of the last triggers I overcame. It took a while before I got over my desire for my "reward" for a job well done. On a related note, mowed my yard for the first time this year on Saturday. Didn't think about smoking once. It gets easier with time. Eventually, smoking is nothing more than a distant memory.

This inflation is affecting everyone...

It takes me a while to get back up to speed following a night out with Doreen.

I asked the guy down at Home Depot how to get a better tone out of my shovel. And he acted like I was the weird one!

Happy St. Patrick's Day folks. Wait...I wasn't told there would be choreography!

Great job Gus. Welcome to the lido deck! Commence the celebratory dancing...

Now I'm curious. Do some dogs watch T.V.? Cash has never given so much as a tinker's damn about what's on. There was some show on one time with a bunch of dogs. I pointed it out to him. He could not have cared less. I can get three new tennis balls a month for about five bucks...and he never gets tired of chasing tennis balls.

Just run the mile your in Justin.

Happy Birthday Jillar. I've got a card in my "existing images" from Doreen's last birthday...there it is!

Good job Sunshine. Congratulations.

You can mix in spinach with just about any meal. I made an omelet this morning and mixed in some spinach. Also had a green drink this afternoon, which in spite of its appearance tastes really good with a bit of mint. We even make sure that our one year-old daughter gets her spinach by mixing it in with things she does enjoy eating. She's a picky eater, but she's only one so she's easy to trick. Strong to the finish cause I eats me spinach...