Soberjulie

Welcome Chip.

His toothbrush would deserve a good dunking! ;) So glad to hear your much loved fur ball is on the mend and will be in your lap in no time. :)

Well....it could be worse. It could be Justin Beiber. Just joking :p I hope you make marvelous memories. The first concert my parents took me to was Michael Jackson. I wasn't old enough to go with just friends so they took me, even though they didn't like his music. Lol

I saw a fall quitters......and I spring quitters......but where's the winter quitter train? Did I miss it? Or is this it?

Thank you for that Soul. I love that reading :)

Everyday.....this place gets better and better. :)

In my books, every single day without a cigarette is a celebration :) Congrats on day 3.

Hi Amber. Welcome!

NOPE No matter what life throws at me today, a cigarette is not an option to deal with it. No matter how lonely, bored, frustrated, excited, angry, depressed, or happy I am.......a cigarette is not, nor has it ever been a solution to enhancing or getting rid of a feeling. NOPE

I. Love. Him. For real.

Not feeling ashamed and embarrassed when I snuck out for a cigarette while dining in a restaurant with non-smoking friends. Not feeling dirty and disgusting when a non-smoker got in my car. Having no need to justify spending money on little extras for myself. I will never again pull my car over in a panic because I'm afraid that the butt I was tossing out the window landed in the backseat and 5k down the road I'll be on fire. No more looking foolish at the side of the road searching for the butt that might or might not be in the back seat.

Bhahahahahaha!! Poor teacher....he took it well :)

Nothing here yet Evelyn. Just rain.....no thunder, no lightening. Meh. I wont complain. The rain is washing away whats left of the icky snow. Plus I complained ALL winter.

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Ok. Youve given me a task.....I want to find a good suggestion or two with no goop or sap or kissy poo. :)

Aine, what genre of books do you like? And for cheese suggestions, see Colleen or I. We are addicts. And have no intentions of giving it up. So, first time trying gouda, then Havarti. How about Edam?

My job does allow for creativity.....but not like this. :p I teach staff (RN's, RPN's and support staff) about creative responses for dealing with behaviors in persons with Alzheimer's, other dementia's and head injuries. :) Its a reallllly fun job :) Every day is different.

Congrats on your 3 months of freedom ara fo.........did I remember that right? Is it Ara fo?

Welcome Becca. :)

So glad you made it here my friend :)

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(((Action)))) (((Rachel))) And I'm not normally a huggy-kinda-girl. I'm more likely to punch you in the arm or slap you on the back. I'm an awkward hugger. Stiff. Weird. But I'm working on it because y'all are all over the place with arms outstretched. Geez

Lol Markus!

I owe parts of it to a friend who wrote me something similar when I was getting clean and sober. She isn't with me anymore. She relapsed and we've lost touch. I hope she's ok wherever she is and I know she wouldn't mind me tweaking and adding to her letter if it was going to help someone else. So, wherever you are Shannon.....thank you.

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.