I believe I am committing a sort of bloggie faux pas right now. I have a day’s worth of comments that I have not responded to yet, and I really need to blog, like right now, because I am starting to drift off and must get this daily blog thing in. One shouldn’t put up a new post before making sure all comments are answered from the previous day, or should they? I’ve never understood the appropriate protocol. Please, other bloggers, leave you thoughts on that bit in the comments. Maybe now we will get some truth!
I had a very nice day at work, hanging out with BlueCat. We didn’t make a lot of money, but we made it fun, and that’s what matters. Ok, so money, yes, is important, but we have to realize that we are in a seasonal business and the “fishing season” is over for everyone except the die-hards. Like BlueCat and Snickers — they will fish until you can’t get a boat out over the ice, usually early January. And then there are the ice fishermen, and, well, that’s just a whole different kind of man.
Realized today while looking at the odd ticker tape on my dashboard, that I have not smoked for one week, one day, 10 hours, 39 minutes and 7 seconds. 506 cigarettes not smoked, saving $68.39. Life saved: 1 day, 18 hours, 10 minutes.
I mean, if you think about it, 506 cigarettes is a TON of cigarettes. There toward the end, I was probably smoking a good three packs/day. That is just grossness…in my mouth and in my lungs. Another thing about quitting is that you start to get your sense of smell and sense of taste back. I have bad news folks — coffee is disgusting. No, I mean it, its foul. Tried it with my usual creamer, tried it with milk. Coffee is a no-go. This makes me sad because I really loved coffee and the zip it gave me, but I am going to bust out the Iced Tea Maker that Mom and the Big Dawg got me for my birthday. I can’t possibly have lost my taste for iced tea…surely not.
So, on Tuesday I get to swallow a camera. Yeppers, it’s not sci-fi, it’s my life. Unfortunately you have to do all the prep work for the procedure, although its not quite as bad as colonoscopy prep. The bonus of all of this is that I was able to talk myself into buying a couple extra Gatorades since I can’t eat anything tomorrow and can only drink clear fluids (Gatorade totally counts, they just don’t want you to drink any red or purple). Keep fingers and toes crossed that this whole little episode goes well.