You know, I was looking over some of my older posts and I have to say...I used to be a lot more interesting...and more humorous. I'm kinda scratching my head!
I think some of the interest has to do with the uber-long winter we have had. Quite frankly, there just isn't that much of interest that goes on around here in the winter. Looking at pictures from last spring though....really makes me wish spring would hurry up and get here.
I'm going to let the cat out of the bag though, since I have made it two weeks now...I quit smoking. Yea, after 20 years. The last day I went and bought a pack of cigarettes the price had jumped 75 cents a pack, overnight. That pissed me off, because the price just jumped a $1 a pack less than 6 months ago.
The economy is in the toilet, so where are the states and the government going to make up lost revenue? Well, duh...let's tax alcohol and tobacco more. After all, they are luxury items and not really good for your health, so fewer people are going to complain about the price hike right? Yeaaaaa, except the worse the economy, the more people pick up bad habits, like drinking and smoking, so they are a guaranteed tax revenue.
So I took myself out of the loop. It sucks! I hate it! I miss my cigarettes. They were my thinking tool. They were my take 5 crutch. There were few things that I enjoyed as much as getting to a really good spot on a colt and stopping to light a cigarette. It gave us both time to take a breather. To think. To relax.
If ever I was trying to write and got stuck, lighting a cigarette and taking that couple of minutes to wrap my mind around what I wanted to say, usually did the trick.
Now? Well, more times than not, I start a post and walk away when things won't come together in my head. I have to stay busy. Moments of idleness find me thinking about lighting a cigarette. So my house is a tad cleaner, I finished a cross-stitching project that I started a few years ago and...
I find it difficult to sit down and cruize the blogs the way I used to. Comments don't come the way they used to. My brain just don't think the way it used to.
I wished I could handle being able to sit down with a cup of coffee and a cigarette(or two or three) and do my blogging and other important thinking stuff in the morning, the way I used too, but it doesn't work that way. Either I smoke or I don't. Same as anyone with any addiction.
Tonight, I went and had a beer with Chris at the bar. If I thought I might weaken and start smoking again, that got the ki-bosh put on...tomorrow, the price of cigarettes goes up another 68 cents a pack. Nope, the government can count me out when it comes to taking my money to help bail everyone else out.
Soooo....long story short...I hope you all bear with me until my brain learns how to work again, sans the nicotine breaks. Grrrr-morning coffee just isn't the same.