Trish

Oh dear...that's a tough one. I could really use a day at the beach right not. I really miss the beach! But since that's probably not going to happen I'd take a day on the lake...fishing with my new pole that I got for christmas...with a cold beer in my hand....hubby by my side....fish biting.

Did I answer this already? No...it's not.

So that's a yes?

But I did watch the show...of course.

Most publications???? classify me as an Aquarius. But if you read enough different "things", I am on the cusp between an Aquarius and a Picses. (Feb 18th)

Nope...she's a slut.

Nope. My older sister used to kick my a$$. Then one day...I got stronger. I floored her...she doesn't try to fight me anymore.

I know how to use a shotgun. Used to train interns in how to load it and shoot it. I used to go shooting at my old job for practice...but was never really good. I do not hunt...but hubby and all of his family does so it's something I have had to adjust to. Before I moved to Texas, I never ate any game. I now eat deer, dove, duck (had once...not a big fan) and lots of new fish.

Friends...always and forever.

It's pretty funny that you ask that. My parents used to bowl in a league every Friday night. Normally, my baby sitters were older cousins...but one night, we had the girl up the street babysitting. She decided we would make buckeyes. She burned the chocolate and the smoke alarm went off. I freaked out and said she had to leave our house before it burned down. I honestly don't remember what happened when my parents got home..but I know she never babysat again. (I should say I was a difficult child and yelled at babysitters for not "tucking me in" fast enough.) Last Thanksgiving, I remembered these little treats and looked for a recipe to make them. I knew them as Bullseyes. The only reciepe I could find was Buckeye Balls as in Ohio Buckeyes...OK whatever. They were a rival...but they were a huge hit.

Congrats, Evelyn. Please continue to be a role model!

Have you always been a redneck?

What were you thinking the last time you relapsed? What were you thinking when u smoked your last cigarette?

Love this show!

Congrats, LB...miss you!

I am so sorry for your loss, Paul. Here is my 2322 into the fire.

Welcome, Lucy!

Congrats, buddy..you're awesome!

Sad to see you go Markus. Thanks for sharing your wisdom and helping others. Your posts have always hit home with me. Stay happy and healthy!

Soberjulie Specialist Princess of Insolence Members 1,344 posts LocationOntario, Canada Posted 07 April 2014 - 06:07 PM some days are harder than others. but you don't pick up that first cigarette you just don't. it's less about willpower than it is about making a decision not to, in advance of the thought or the desire, no matter how scared, angry, jealous, happy, bored, horny, depressed, anxious, elated, insecure, arrogant, lonely or silly you feel. some days it seems that although yesterday life looked good, today it doesn't, and although you know the only thing that's changed is your attitude, it's hard to shake. but you don't pick up that first cigarette the one that always leads to all the others. you just don't. even though you might think about it for a minute. (but you're too smart to let that thought linger. Still ... for just a minute, the idea is there it feels like the Universe is leaning on every. single. button. so you make some phone calls but all you get is voice mail. but you don't pick up that first cigarette you just don't. you leave messages all over Quit Train and Facebook pretending to be doing a little better than you are, but sort of alluding to the idea that, gosh, if they could get back to you that would be cool... You feel stupid about what could amount to spamming your social networks but you log on and do the same thing again. and that thought from before, the one about smoking didn't leave, exactly. it's like a piece of food stuck between your teeth, or a little splinter on the bottom of an unimportant toe (not the big one, that you'd feel with every step -- this is there/not there -- uncomfortable enough to feel but not so much that you stop and do something about it.) so you get busy, and try to write, or read, or do that whatever-it-was you've been putting off, but that just feels futile or irritating. and you dare the universe to dazzle you with some amazing "coincidence" -- a call from your quit buddy right now -- a knock on the door right this moment, a particular song on the radio the second you turn it on -- a Sign you can share about at Quit Train then everyone will smile warmly and nod, and you'll feel all "right" with things and wise and connected ... but ... nothing happens. no call. no knock. an ad for discount mattresses on the radio. and you don't pick up the first cigarette you just don't. you judge yourself an ingrate, a poser, an impostor, a spoiled/wounded ass/sadsack, pathetic you judge yourself for judging yourself, you go to the refrigerator you look at porn you click through channels on tv you wonder if you need medication, you suspect you should try deep breathing and meditation but you don't. but you don't pick up the first cigarette you just don't. and it gets better. it passes. eventually. If you Just Don't.