Trying Again…. I am a Non-Sickerette Smoker

I am quitting.  Again.  I am so sick of smoking. I hate the way it smells, the way it looks, the way it tastes. 

It should be easy to quit.  How can I hate someting so much?  As much as I hate it, I love it… the way it smells, the way it tastes.  Honestly.

So, I am back on the patch and drinking tons of wine. I think I have a slightly addictive personality.

Postcards from the Edge…

Okay, I was going through my Grandfather’s things. He was the head of the Department of Agriculture in Washington under President Kennedy. He traveled all over the world and collected postcards. Ironic how he’s been to all the places I want to go. It was not until he passed away that I realized how important he was.  He was just my granddad.  

D.O.G. is getting bigger

For dinner tonight, she ate my cord to the camcorder.  She loves to be held like a baby, however I have the feeling she will get much bigger.  In fact, she will sit at my feet and cry until I pick her up.  I can’t imagine holding her like this when she’s grown.   
 

Just Wondering

blogging wives:

• does your husband blog?
• what does he blog about: personal stuff, news & politics, sports?
• do you read it?
• who started blogging first?

blogging husbands:

• what do you blog about?
• does your wife read your blog?
• does your wife blog?
• who started blogging first?

I Have Something to Say!!!

Oh boy, this is EXACTLY how I feel. I think it’s why I struggle with this blog. Some of my posts I base on what others might think. I am getting better at blogging what I think.

I have something to say. I just need to say it.

I don’t want to live my life making others happy. I want to be happy.

I feel as if there is some time-line I am up against. I’ve spent so long living my life for others and I know that I must begin to live my life now. I don’t want to spend a lifetime dreaming and hoping, talking about the places I want to go, the things I want to do. 

One of the things on my list….New York: I want to ride the subway to Times Square. I want to walk through the beautiful streets of the city. I want to see a broadway musical (since this is my first love). I have imagined this for so long that I smell the hotdog cart, I look up at the tall buildings and just stand in awe … reflecting. I can just see the lights at dusk.

Now my list goes on.  Perhaps I will start a page on “My Life’s To Do List”