2/9/18
Some say TGIF. But Fridays are the some of the hardest for me. The routine was a case of beer on the way home and two cans (I deluded myself that I only chewed two cans a week - I would buy at least one more before the next Friday)
Then there's Tuesdays, the relief of making it through another Monday calls out for a dip.
Thursdays usually saw me grab a case of beer if I had one of those rare Fridays off as the weekend started early, or maybe I was just out of beer. And hey, while I'm there, I might as well grab a can or two to go; wouldn't want to be inefficient with gas at $2+/gallon
Wednesdays weren't too bad but nothing like a fatty to settle in after dinner at church (course I had to hide it there, gotta gut it cause you can't spit and I'm sure no one noticed the bulge in my lip)
Saturdays and Sundays were always balls out weekend chew like there's no tomorrow and I usually went through both of Friday's cans. My lip was so raw and painful the love hate relationship was renewed in full every Sunday evening as I put that last painful wad in place even though I didn't enjoy it.
So Monday found me hating the weed and usually making it several hours before I succumbed to it's sweet lies, "hey this'll make you feel better".
Of course, all of that's by the wayside now. History, water under the bridge, yesterdays news, flushed away, etc.
Now I'm quit, quit with all of you!
HEY! You've reclaimed things that bounce!! good on ya mate!2/9/18
Some say TGIF. But Fridays are the some of the hardest for me. The routine was a case of beer on the way home and two cans (I deluded myself that I only chewed two cans a week - I would buy at least one more before the next Friday)
Then there's Tuesdays, the relief of making it through another Monday calls out for a dip.
Thursdays usually saw me grab a case of beer if I had one of those rare Fridays off as the weekend started early, or maybe I was just out of beer. And hey, while I'm there, I might as well grab a can or two to go; wouldn't want to be inefficient with gas at $2+/gallon
Wednesdays weren't too bad but nothing like a fatty to settle in after dinner at church (course I had to hide it there, gotta gut it cause you can't spit and I'm sure no one noticed the bulge in my lip)
Saturdays and Sundays were always balls out weekend chew like there's no tomorrow and I usually went through both of Friday's cans. My lip was so raw and painful the love hate relationship was renewed in full every Sunday evening as I put that last painful wad in place even though I didn't enjoy it.
So Monday found me hating the weed and usually making it several hours before I succumbed to it's sweet lies, "hey this'll make you feel better".
Of course, all of that's by the wayside now. History, water under the bridge, yesterdays news, flushed away, etc.
Now I'm quit, quit with all of you!
I read this and smile.....smile that you weren't as dumb as me.....you remember 3 tins a week......I remember 2-3 a day.....my life was all about the next tin.......next stop, what stage of recycle were the dozens of tins "hidden" around my house, my car, my fishing gear bag, my office, my garage, my basement........my hope is that while we enjoy our freedom one day at a time.....some other poor bastard is reading these thoughts and says, "I'll let KTC show me the way because I want the freedom these guys got going on"......maybe they'll reach out, hopefully they get involved.....involved to be the next total stranger whose life gets saved and helps save another life.
Cheers to you Athan , thanks for your notes, you help all by posting your thoughts!
Had a crazy crave this weekend. Cooking 2000 chickens for the high school fundraiser. Started at 0430. Four fire pits, me, and 15 or so good ol boys. I was talking to this one feller when he pulled his can out and got a knuckle deep three finger wad and packed his lip so tight it was shiny. I stood there salivating and before I knew it I was itching for one, lip all twitching. I texted the boys in my regular group. Then, I called a brother in for reinforcement. Needed a verbal, audible, not gonna chew today statement. And my brother took the call and heard me out and talked me back from the ledge. The big difference between me now and 288 days ago is that I would have succumbed to the "well, just one won't hurt" temptation. Not now. Not today. Not for any reason. I hope all you out there have a quit brother in your back pocket who'll take a call at an inconvenient hour. I'm glad I did.
295 days free and so ends a whirlwind trip to the Big Apple for my daughters sixteenth birthday. Amazing what you can afford when you stop throwing away $5++/day!
Was looking for and found a slave, in the airport again. You can always count on air transit to expose the slaves. They're there, with their spit bottles ambling about with the rest of us. Was going to show him the site but he was gone before I got out of line for my half double half caf decaf (with a twist). Poor bastard. I hope he finds freedom with the rest of us.
So we had a man cave in August yesterday. I sat pondering it for a bit. It really is a selfish act, the cave. Here was a man who had promised with a group of men similar to himself to not use nicotine for well over 100 days. He was not ignorant of nicotine and it being an addiction and all; you can't post a hundred days and still think this is like picking your nose or biting your nails. This guy knew full well what he was doing and CHOSE to do it anyway. CHOSE to turn his back on those who supported him. In the beginning I felt sorry for the cavers and didn't understand why the vets were so hard on them. My attitude has changed to one of contempt; of righteous indignation. I struggle to find the line between help and condemnation. When do you write someone off? One cave? Two caves? At what point is it enabling? At what point is the caver redeemed?$64,000 Question right there... despise the action not the brother... 7 x 70????
I don't have a black and white answer to any of these questions. I do know that it is better to not find oneself in that condition. I've experienced enough dip dreams to know that I don't ever want to be in that position of having let my brothers down.
A car on the side of the road on the way home. In a bit of a rush to end an endless day but the hood was up so I figured I'd stop and see what was up. As I walked up the driver side window rolled down and what was once a pretty face peered out from behind bruises and a large black eye. My countenance changed instantly from inquisitive to shock and simmering anger. "What seems to be the trouble?" I asked her after an awkward pause. "It just stopped" she said. I got my cables out of the truck and proceeded to jump start the old and rattling Ford Fiesta. I asked her if she knew where the O'Reilly's was and she said that she did. I told her to head there and I would follow her. I had the guys there check out the alternator and battery. While we were waiting I asked her out of the blue, "you know you can't stay with him, don't you?" It was more of a statement than a question. "I'm not" she said. "I'm leaving him. I'm going home. Everything I own is in the car." From what I could see that consisted of a carton of cigarettes and some trash bags presumably full of clothes. I asked her where home was and she said Idaho (all this is taking place in Georgia on the eastern border with South Carolina). The tech comes out from under the hood and tells us it's the battery. "I don't have any money" she says. I told her not to worry about it and told the tech to get us one. I figured it's the least I could do for her father, out there somewhere wishing his little girl was OK. I asked her how she planned on getting to Idaho, that it was more than a single tank of gas. She said she didn't know.
That's how I left her. I wish I would have offered her a bus ticket instead of the battery. The whole thing left me with a profound sadness and a sense of the surreal. Wanted to help more but I just didn't feel comfortable giving her cash so she could buy cigarettes or meth or who knows what. It's still hard to believe.
I know right? That was going through my head the whole time - What if this was one of my girls? I pray the one whose paths they cross is decent. Sending the oldest out of state to college next year (Texas A&M). I'm not looking forward to it.A car on the side of the road on the way home. In a bit of a rush to end an endless day but the hood was up so I figured I'd stop and see what was up. As I walked up the driver side window rolled down and what was once a pretty face peered out from behind bruises and a large black eye. My countenance changed instantly from inquisitive to shock and simmering anger. "What seems to be the trouble?" I asked her after an awkward pause. "It just stopped" she said. I got my cables out of the truck and proceeded to jump start the old and rattling Ford Fiesta. I asked her if she knew where the O'Reilly's was and she said that she did. I told her to head there and I would follow her. I had the guys there check out the alternator and battery. While we were waiting I asked her out of the blue, "you know you can't stay with him, don't you?" It was more of a statement than a question. "I'm not" she said. "I'm leaving him. I'm going home. Everything I own is in the car." From what I could see that consisted of a carton of cigarettes and some trash bags presumably full of clothes. I asked her where home was and she said Idaho (all this is taking place in Georgia on the eastern border with South Carolina). The tech comes out from under the hood and tells us it's the battery. "I don't have any money" she says. I told her not to worry about it and told the tech to get us one. I figured it's the least I could do for her father, out there somewhere wishing his little girl was OK. I asked her how she planned on getting to Idaho, that it was more than a single tank of gas. She said she didn't know.
That's how I left her. I wish I would have offered her a bus ticket instead of the battery. The whole thing left me with a profound sadness and a sense of the surreal. Wanted to help more but I just didn't feel comfortable giving her cash so she could buy cigarettes or meth or who knows what. It's still hard to believe.
You're a great man Athan, a great man.
I have always raised my children (my own and my employees that I reference to as my kids) that no matter what, the person you are dealing with is someone's child. And you should treat them how you would want your children treated. If my son needed help with his car I would hope someone would be there. If he needed money to buy cancer sticks I hope someone is not there.
Well done my friend, now all we can do is pray she gets home safe, Love you brother.
I know right? That was going through my head the whole time - What if this was one of my girls? I pray the one whose paths they cross is decent. Sending the oldest out of state to college next year (Texas A&M). I'm not looking forward to it.A car on the side of the road on the way home. In a bit of a rush to end an endless day but the hood was up so I figured I'd stop and see what was up. As I walked up the driver side window rolled down and what was once a pretty face peered out from behind bruises and a large black eye. My countenance changed instantly from inquisitive to shock and simmering anger. "What seems to be the trouble?" I asked her after an awkward pause. "It just stopped" she said. I got my cables out of the truck and proceeded to jump start the old and rattling Ford Fiesta. I asked her if she knew where the O'Reilly's was and she said that she did. I told her to head there and I would follow her. I had the guys there check out the alternator and battery. While we were waiting I asked her out of the blue, "you know you can't stay with him, don't you?" It was more of a statement than a question. "I'm not" she said. "I'm leaving him. I'm going home. Everything I own is in the car." From what I could see that consisted of a carton of cigarettes and some trash bags presumably full of clothes. I asked her where home was and she said Idaho (all this is taking place in Georgia on the eastern border with South Carolina). The tech comes out from under the hood and tells us it's the battery. "I don't have any money" she says. I told her not to worry about it and told the tech to get us one. I figured it's the least I could do for her father, out there somewhere wishing his little girl was OK. I asked her how she planned on getting to Idaho, that it was more than a single tank of gas. She said she didn't know.
That's how I left her. I wish I would have offered her a bus ticket instead of the battery. The whole thing left me with a profound sadness and a sense of the surreal. Wanted to help more but I just didn't feel comfortable giving her cash so she could buy cigarettes or meth or who knows what. It's still hard to believe.
You're a great man Athan, a great man.
I have always raised my children (my own and my employees that I reference to as my kids) that no matter what, the person you are dealing with is someone's child. And you should treat them how you would want your children treated. If my son needed help with his car I would hope someone would be there. If he needed money to buy cancer sticks I hope someone is not there.
Well done my friend, now all we can do is pray she gets home safe, Love you brother.
I know right? That was going through my head the whole time - What if this was one of my girls? I pray the one whose paths they cross is decent. Sending the oldest out of state to college next year (Texas A&M). I'm not looking forward to it.A car on the side of the road on the way home. In a bit of a rush to end an endless day but the hood was up so I figured I'd stop and see what was up. As I walked up the driver side window rolled down and what was once a pretty face peered out from behind bruises and a large black eye. My countenance changed instantly from inquisitive to shock and simmering anger. "What seems to be the trouble?" I asked her after an awkward pause. "It just stopped" she said. I got my cables out of the truck and proceeded to jump start the old and rattling Ford Fiesta. I asked her if she knew where the O'Reilly's was and she said that she did. I told her to head there and I would follow her. I had the guys there check out the alternator and battery. While we were waiting I asked her out of the blue, "you know you can't stay with him, don't you?" It was more of a statement than a question. "I'm not" she said. "I'm leaving him. I'm going home. Everything I own is in the car." From what I could see that consisted of a carton of cigarettes and some trash bags presumably full of clothes. I asked her where home was and she said Idaho (all this is taking place in Georgia on the eastern border with South Carolina). The tech comes out from under the hood and tells us it's the battery. "I don't have any money" she says. I told her not to worry about it and told the tech to get us one. I figured it's the least I could do for her father, out there somewhere wishing his little girl was OK. I asked her how she planned on getting to Idaho, that it was more than a single tank of gas. She said she didn't know.
That's how I left her. I wish I would have offered her a bus ticket instead of the battery. The whole thing left me with a profound sadness and a sense of the surreal. Wanted to help more but I just didn't feel comfortable giving her cash so she could buy cigarettes or meth or who knows what. It's still hard to believe.
You're a great man Athan, a great man.
I have always raised my children (my own and my employees that I reference to as my kids) that no matter what, the person you are dealing with is someone's child. And you should treat them how you would want your children treated. If my son needed help with his car I would hope someone would be there. If he needed money to buy cancer sticks I hope someone is not there.
Well done my friend, now all we can do is pray she gets home safe, Love you brother.
Make sure your daughter has a new battery and full tank of gas ;D :P
You are an awesome man. I want to be just like you when I grow up.
Love you
... I hate excuses. I hate addict speak. I hate addict behavior. ...
What’s in a year?
Well, in 2018, of the estimated 9 million smokeless tobacco users in the United States, just shy of 600 of them decided to quit here on KTC. I am one of them.
Around 185 of those who started out remain. I am one of them.
Just shy of 400 who started wouldn’t see it through. That’s about a 70 per cent attrition rate which, unfortunately, isn’t far off concerning addicts and recovery.
So you see, we really are a very special but remarkably small group to have beaten it, today.
In my introduction in my first post here I mention that I made it a year before once but the truth is I don’t really know. I think I did but I never documented it day by day. I know for sure now because my journey has not just been documented but it has been witnessed by all of those who post with me. It is incontrovertible proof that I have dropped the chains of addition in the dustbin of history.
And so, I will continue to build that wall of quit, brick by brick, day by day, witness by witness. And by doing so, I will remain in that tragically small percentage of those who are free.
Home for Christmas vacation I discovered that two of my brothers were back in the bitches pocket leaving me the only one of 7 who's no longer a slave.I agree Athan. How many times have we seen a guy post an intro talking about quitting tomorrow and we never see them again... 'facepalm''
Ran into a buddy after getting back as I was getting gas at the Cstore, he was packing a can and said he made it four days before succumbing to the vileness.
Then a friend was over last week and had given up the can for vaping. It dawned on me how remarkable it is to finally be free, and how so very many wish they were but aren't.
I wish I had started the quit years ago. There's a quote on a KTC brochure that I hand out at corporate health fairs that's profound...
"The best time to quit was twenty years ago. The second best time is right now because tomorrow never comes"
Too true.
We are definately in the minority quitting and STAYING quit!!!Home for Christmas vacation I discovered that two of my brothers were back in the bitches pocket leaving me the only one of 7 who's no longer a slave.I agree Athan. How many times have we seen a guy post an intro talking about quitting tomorrow and we never see them again... 'facepalm''
Ran into a buddy after getting back as I was getting gas at the Cstore, he was packing a can and said he made it four days before succumbing to the vileness.
Then a friend was over last week and had given up the can for vaping. It dawned on me how remarkable it is to finally be free, and how so very many wish they were but aren't.
I wish I had started the quit years ago. There's a quote on a KTC brochure that I hand out at corporate health fairs that's profound...
"The best time to quit was twenty years ago. The second best time is right now because tomorrow never comes"
Too true.
400..... WOW..... You ever thought this type of Freedom was possible?And the next milestone was upon them before they knew it. Blades of spanish steel, their gaze wilted challenges before them. Their resolve the stuff of legends, they surmounted obstacle after bloody obstacle, always surging forward, never looking back. The next hill but a speedbump and the sun shone on their faces as they crested it, shield to shield locked in step. They never knew failure, only challenges and brotherhood as they shouted encouragement to their kinsman, always sharing the burden. The mere thought of defeat loathsome, welling up like bile in their throats, the brothers had no time for the weak and timid for integrity was their ethos, honor was their blood, courage their bone and sinew, their very breath perseverance...for today and today alone.
I sure as hell didn't... then I stumbled on KTC.... and after that my life changed.
Then this big Greek God with clanging balls of bronze stumbled upon KTC on day 27 of his quit, (I believe) and changed my life forever.
Forever humbled and blessed to call you my brother, and true friend.
I will always be one day behind you and following your path, my brother and friend... always.
Bryce
405 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tpx6o4gvmXE)
So my phone just blew up. Terrible thing about living in the sticks, your signal is weak at best. Usually I get texts on the way out to the truck. This time it happened at home as I'm getting ready for tomorrow - it just lit up vibrating and bleeping like R2D2, all of these messages from quitters across this great land. It's the coolest thing. Many thanks folks for thinking of me on the HOFx4. Hope I got all of you on the return - my wife is still laughing at me.
xoxoxo
I love you
bye
Nineteen hour round trip yesterday. A scant 400 days ago that would have been a balls out chew like there's no tomorrow my lip is falling off it hurts so bad put another one in drive. Not yesterday. Had my trusty cinnamon stix though I only needed one for the whole day.
The cool thing is, I only posted in the home room yesterday and was out the door at 0230 as I knew I'd be pressed for time. I knew also that I could trust people to give me pick ups while I was on the road and unable to text. And everyone got me without fail - and that was really cool. After yesterday, I can't imagine rolling alone. I don't know why folks do.
And while I'm on the road contemplating this I get a text from my beloved Skolvikings about a dude that left and went solo and is now posting a day 1 in June instead of crossing the year finish line with his brothers.
Tragic. I roll and support a few groups so my morning routine takes me about thirty minutes. To post and ghost though, it can't take five minutes. Five little minutes a day is such a small price to pay to stay clean and free. Hope he gets it right this time.
In a different story, there's the guy I picked up late in the trip. Prolly two hours before dark and there he is, on the side of the road, thumb out. Meet George. 52 years old. clean shaven, clean clothes, close cropped hair. Had been walking all day when I picked him up. A little coy about where he was coming from, made me a little uneasy but I was packing so I wasn't too worried. He didn't seem sure about where he was headed. He showed me the corner of an envelope with an address in a ladies pink handwriting, though he didn't know where it was. So I gave him my phone to plug it in. He fumbled about with it for a few seconds and said he couldn't figure these new things out. I glanced at what he had entered into the address and it was random letters and numbers. So I pulled over and looked at the address and entered it in. He was on his way to visit his niece he told me. Going to stay with them for a little bit. Wasn't but another 15 miles though off the path I was headed. I sure wanted to get home but this dude was on foot and there was no way he was going to make it by dark. 20 minutes later, way out in the country in the backwoods of Georgia we turned off onto a dirt road that really looked like a logging trail. Random mailboxes jutted out from dirt paths to dwellings along the 'road'. Now there's trailer parks and then there's trailers in the woods, you know the ones - 'lawn furniture' consisting of various junk yard items and old home appliances, the old dog living under the porch, the random individual giving me uncomfortable flashbacks of the movie 'Deliverance'. George is calling out the numbers and names on the mailboxes but they don't match what I can clearly see when it occurs to me - George can't read. In this day and age, he can't read. He hands me the letter from the envelope and asks me to call - there's two numbers circled in the body of the letter. I oblige him and then he gets out and starts walking down one of the trails towards a trailer with a hillbilly outside to query the gentlemen about his kin. I looked further into the letter he handed me, dated from December of last year. The words 'released' and 'when you get out' kinda leapt off the page. I chamber a round. George came back and hopped back in. The esquire in question knew not his relatives. We continued on down this dirt road looking around for another 20 minutes before we headed back to the paved road. I had to leave him there. I couldn't really do anything else if they weren't answering the phone. He was phoneless, had only the clothes on his back, just got out of prison, and not really sure where he was going to sleep for the night or what or when he was going to eat next. I gave him $20 and had to go.
Yeah man. There's a lot of folks out there that wish they had our problems.
My thoughts on Athan.Exerpt from the movie Blackhawk Down
Athan, is he a man? Is he a myth? Is he a freakish force of nature that will do anything to keep one of his brothers from caving to nicotine?
I think the latter to be the truest of all. In the very short time I have gotten to know Athan, he has shown me that he is a man of complete honor. I have only spoken to him on the phone a few times, texted back and forth a few times and emailed back and forth a few times but in all of those encounters with Athan, we have grown closer as friends and brothers. I can honestly say that I would take a bullet for Athan (in the leg or arm perhaps or maybe a rock or stick, something non-lethal or well let's just not go there right now (shameless humor) had to get it in).
Seriously though, If he called and said he needed me in Georgia tomorrow, I would do whatever it took to be there because I know he would be on the next flight to Alaska if I needed him.
So to anyone reading this, if you want a superior human being backing you up on your quit, I highly suggest you get in contact with Athan and be sure to tell him that I sent you.
Cheers my Brother, It is my honor to quit with you today.
Chris aka chris2alaska
Sounds and reads like your contingent of quitters really understand the brotherhood here. Great stuff. Never become complacent in building the walls of your quit. Iron sharpens iron.Quote from: chris2alaskaMy thoughts on Athan."Hoot": When I go home people'll ask me, "Hey Hoot, why do you do it man? What, you some kinda war junkie?" You know what I'll say? I won't say a xxxword. Why? They won't understand. They won't understand why we do it. They won't understand that it's about the men next to you, and that's it. That's all it is.
Athan, is he a man? Is he a myth? Is he a freakish force of nature that will do anything to keep one of his brothers from caving to nicotine?
I think the latter to be the truest of all. In the very short time I have gotten to know Athan, he has shown me that he is a man of complete honor. I have only spoken to him on the phone a few times, texted back and forth a few times and emailed back and forth a few times but in all of those encounters with Athan, we have grown closer as friends and brothers. I can honestly say that I would take a bullet for Athan (in the leg or arm perhaps or maybe a rock or stick, something non-lethal or well let's just not go there right now (shameless humor) had to get it in).
Seriously though, If he called and said he needed me in Georgia tomorrow, I would do whatever it took to be there because I know he would be on the next flight to Alaska if I needed him.
So to anyone reading this, if you want a superior human being backing you up on your quit, I highly suggest you get in contact with Athan and be sure to tell him that I sent you.
Cheers my Brother, It is my honor to quit with you today.
Chris aka chris2alaska
Until you invest in your brothers quit, until you ask him to invest in yours, you haven't scratched the surface of what happens here. If you can't do that, you're short changing yourself.
Nothing strengthens your quit like helping your brother out.
Nothing.
Wait, it's about the brothers???......what about a good tea bagging or a well executed upper decker? It's not about THAT?Well Doofus,
'nutkick'
Congrats on your HOF day!Well done brother on the hundy!
Keep it up odaat!
It's not 1Hun Dun, stay the course, stay connected, stay strong, Quit Hard!
"I will never forget that I am an American fighting man, responsible for my actions, and dedicated to the principles which made my country free. I will trust in my God and in the United States of America"Failure is a choice, we own our choices, it's that simple.
Part of the code of conduct for American military personnel. Learned it in boot camp a long long time ago. Don't know why but that one has always resonated with me (had to look up which one it was just now, it's article VI).
The part that resonates with the quitter is right there in the middle, "responsible for my actions". Once comprehended and embraced, It is an epiphany to an addict:
It means no excuses, I am responsible.
No one puts words in my mouth, I am responsible.
No one makes me chew, I am responsible.
No one makes me get drunk, I am responsible.
It really simplifies things, don't you think?
Off to church this morning. I teach the adult Bible class. My routine is usually up at 0500 and start preparing for the lesson. I'm a morning person so it's always been a nice time for me, my coffee, the quiet, the solitude, alone with my thoughts, and a big fat chew while I went about preparing a bible lesson. I know right? Wallowing in sin a slave to the lusts of the flesh whilst preparing a study in the life of Christ about not doing just that very thing. Such is the dichotomy of addiction.Praise.......
I was starkly aware of it this morning on day 126 of freedom as I went about my preparation without nicotine. It was there all along. I just see it now that the veil of addiction has dropped; John 8:32 "...Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free".
Blessings to you all with success in your quit!
I grow frustrated watching the cave come. You can almost predict who will fall next. The posts get later and later, a day missed and the guy vanishes or reappears after a 5 day hiatus.You do what you can. It is enough. :wub:
I love what Ready says about can't quit for you but it's still so damn hard to watch it happen in front of you.
I really have cultivated my hatred for the addiction and the addict behavior into a palpable thing. I look upon the guys that do it with disdain and disgust when I see it at work or in town. Can't believe I was one of their cadre for so long.
I honestly don't know how guys can pass through these halls and use again. blows me away....
From Scooners, June 27, 2011:Good one, thanks for that
What nicotine can't do:
It cannot cripple love; it cannot shatter hope; it cannot disolve faith; it cannot destroy peace; it cannot kill friendships; it cannot suppress memories; it cannot silence courage; it cannot invade the soul; it cannot steal eternal life; it cannot conquer the spirit - IF YOU ARE QUIT.
Good night quitters, see ya in the morning.
A big win! Scrolling through the medical form when I got to the part regarding nicotine usage - I got to write "oh hell no!"A big win, indeed! I got to experience the same thing a few weeks ago. It made me feel ten feet tall and it put an ear to ear smile on my face! Celebrating the "little things" like getting the thermostat set just right on the fridge in the barn to get the perfect coldness of beer every time, or being able to honestly check the "no" box next to the tobacco question for the first time in 35 years. They might be little things to most people, but those are both big wins in my book.
Awesome!Quote from: AthanA big win! Scrolling through the medical form when I got to the part regarding nicotine usage - I got to write "oh hell no!"A big win, indeed! I got to experience the same thing a few weeks ago. It made me feel ten feet tall and it put an ear to ear smile on my face! Celebrating the "little things" like getting the thermostat set just right on the fridge in the barn to get the perfect coldness of beer every time, or being able to honestly check the "no" box next to the tobacco question for the first time in 35 years. They might be little things to most people, but those are both big wins in my book.
Congratulations!
Congratulations on 200 days of greatness!Why we quitIt has been said that Hell is seeing the man God created you to be standing before the man that you are. I think for a lot of addicts, that is the tipping point. The addict behavior in and of itself is repugnant to men for it is the epitome of weakness. All that it entails, the lying to self and others, the financial loss, the health risks, the willfully subservient attitude, is no different than that of a maggot mindlessly crawling in the dust in search of its next fix. For many of us, we could no longer reconcile what we had become with that which we wished to be as fathers, as husbands, as men.
Fatherhood is a responsibility all its own, unequalled in that which is bestowed upon men. ThereÂ’s not a man among us who would purchase tobacco products for our children, yet we used in front of them. For many, that was a dichotomy no longer bearable. To be sure evil will enter this world, but woe to him through whom it comes; better a millstone were hung about his neck and he were thrown into the sea. Clearly our children will learn the vices of this world, but it doesnÂ’t have to come about of our own volition. We now exhibit behavior worthy of emulation.
A husband also has responsibilities to his wife, among which are fidelity, honesty, and acting in a manner worthy of respect. For many addicts, all three of these suffered and eroded under the weight of addiction. Many a man has lied to his spouse about tobacco, has been deceitful in its acquisition and use, and about the money spent on it. All too often, for too many men, what should have been our first love has gone to bed alone playing second fiddle to a can while we stayed up late for just one more. This is not how many of us envisioned our marriages to be. We are now respectable men our wives are proud of, no longer ducking away from our family or hiding a lipper at social gatherings or functions.
Lastly, there is something intrinsic in manhood that demands a man be honest with himself. For many of us, when the quit is set upon, the nicotine addiction is but the first stone overturned. Having now sharpened the focus of the lens of introspection, other cracks and flaws come into view as other stones are overturned. We begin to see with clarity and introspective honesty the contradictions and compromises that we have made at the expense of our integrity, at the very essence of what it means for us to be men. The view for many of us is not pretty: alcohol and/or drug abuse, financial mismanagement, gluttony, laziness, pornography, gambling addiction, profanity, adultery, etc. etc. The process by which weÂ’ve arrived here serves us well in this respect: we are now able to acknowledge and deal with these shortcomings. These flaws of character constitute the gaps to the men that we were created by God to be. Unlike lesser men, we have consciously altered our course, we have changed our trajectory and are now headed towards that which we are destined to become. We are destined to become better fathers, better husbands, better MEN.
Congrats brother on 200...Quote from: AthanCongratulations on 200 days of greatness!Why we quitIt has been said that Hell is seeing the man God created you to be standing before the man that you are. I think for a lot of addicts, that is the tipping point. The addict behavior in and of itself is repugnant to men for it is the epitome of weakness. All that it entails, the lying to self and others, the financial loss, the health risks, the willfully subservient attitude, is no different than that of a maggot mindlessly crawling in the dust in search of its next fix. For many of us, we could no longer reconcile what we had become with that which we wished to be as fathers, as husbands, as men.
Fatherhood is a responsibility all its own, unequalled in that which is bestowed upon men. ThereÂ’s not a man among us who would purchase tobacco products for our children, yet we used in front of them. For many, that was a dichotomy no longer bearable. To be sure evil will enter this world, but woe to him through whom it comes; better a millstone were hung about his neck and he were thrown into the sea. Clearly our children will learn the vices of this world, but it doesnÂ’t have to come about of our own volition. We now exhibit behavior worthy of emulation.
A husband also has responsibilities to his wife, among which are fidelity, honesty, and acting in a manner worthy of respect. For many addicts, all three of these suffered and eroded under the weight of addiction. Many a man has lied to his spouse about tobacco, has been deceitful in its acquisition and use, and about the money spent on it. All too often, for too many men, what should have been our first love has gone to bed alone playing second fiddle to a can while we stayed up late for just one more. This is not how many of us envisioned our marriages to be. We are now respectable men our wives are proud of, no longer ducking away from our family or hiding a lipper at social gatherings or functions.
Lastly, there is something intrinsic in manhood that demands a man be honest with himself. For many of us, when the quit is set upon, the nicotine addiction is but the first stone overturned. Having now sharpened the focus of the lens of introspection, other cracks and flaws come into view as other stones are overturned. We begin to see with clarity and introspective honesty the contradictions and compromises that we have made at the expense of our integrity, at the very essence of what it means for us to be men. The view for many of us is not pretty: alcohol and/or drug abuse, financial mismanagement, gluttony, laziness, pornography, gambling addiction, profanity, adultery, etc. etc. The process by which weÂ’ve arrived here serves us well in this respect: we are now able to acknowledge and deal with these shortcomings. These flaws of character constitute the gaps to the men that we were created by God to be. Unlike lesser men, we have consciously altered our course, we have changed our trajectory and are now headed towards that which we are destined to become. We are destined to become better fathers, better husbands, better MEN.
Congrats on 200, and thank you for sharing your quit with others!Quote from: worktowinCongrats brother on 200...Quote from: AthanCongratulations on 200 days of greatness!Why we quitIt has been said that Hell is seeing the man God created you to be standing before the man that you are. I think for a lot of addicts, that is the tipping point. The addict behavior in and of itself is repugnant to men for it is the epitome of weakness. All that it entails, the lying to self and others, the financial loss, the health risks, the willfully subservient attitude, is no different than that of a maggot mindlessly crawling in the dust in search of its next fix. For many of us, we could no longer reconcile what we had become with that which we wished to be as fathers, as husbands, as men.
Fatherhood is a responsibility all its own, unequalled in that which is bestowed upon men. ThereÂ’s not a man among us who would purchase tobacco products for our children, yet we used in front of them. For many, that was a dichotomy no longer bearable. To be sure evil will enter this world, but woe to him through whom it comes; better a millstone were hung about his neck and he were thrown into the sea. Clearly our children will learn the vices of this world, but it doesnÂ’t have to come about of our own volition. We now exhibit behavior worthy of emulation.
A husband also has responsibilities to his wife, among which are fidelity, honesty, and acting in a manner worthy of respect. For many addicts, all three of these suffered and eroded under the weight of addiction. Many a man has lied to his spouse about tobacco, has been deceitful in its acquisition and use, and about the money spent on it. All too often, for too many men, what should have been our first love has gone to bed alone playing second fiddle to a can while we stayed up late for just one more. This is not how many of us envisioned our marriages to be. We are now respectable men our wives are proud of, no longer ducking away from our family or hiding a lipper at social gatherings or functions.
Lastly, there is something intrinsic in manhood that demands a man be honest with himself. For many of us, when the quit is set upon, the nicotine addiction is but the first stone overturned. Having now sharpened the focus of the lens of introspection, other cracks and flaws come into view as other stones are overturned. We begin to see with clarity and introspective honesty the contradictions and compromises that we have made at the expense of our integrity, at the very essence of what it means for us to be men. The view for many of us is not pretty: alcohol and/or drug abuse, financial mismanagement, gluttony, laziness, pornography, gambling addiction, profanity, adultery, etc. etc. The process by which weÂ’ve arrived here serves us well in this respect: we are now able to acknowledge and deal with these shortcomings. These flaws of character constitute the gaps to the men that we were created by God to be. Unlike lesser men, we have consciously altered our course, we have changed our trajectory and are now headed towards that which we are destined to become. We are destined to become better fathers, better husbands, better MEN.
The Quit is Salty Strong through these pages.
Appreciate your intro... Your Time....
I quit with you today.
Rawls 1340
...You've given me the strength to continue on countless times and I hope that I can do the same for you one day!SILLY MAN!
DUMONEÂ’S HOF SPEECH (http://forum.killthecan.org/topic/30669304/1/#new)That HOF speech is worth the read. Thanks for posting it.
It's the shizzle!
Weird, I have not really ever had a dip dreamyou suck and deserve an elephant upper decker
Athan = QuitQuote from: DoofusWeird, I have not really ever had a dip dreamyou suck and deserve an elephant upper decker
chris2alaska's Dick Pic (http://www.sciencephoto.com/image/821599/530wm/C0339380-Elk_Mating_Season-SPL.jpg)well now, that's, well, wow. Points for technique. Points for form. Points for finesse. Points all around!
Enjoy 'Remshot'
I'm not a smart man but I know what Quit isSo freaking awesome. So much fun. Lots of smiles putting those on roll.
Forrest Quit
“I quit, therefore I am”
Desquittes
“Hard. It’s a word used by the weak to describe that which requires effort”
YouÂ’ll never regret quitting. You will ALWAYS regret a cave.
“If quitting is wrong I don’t wanna be right”
“If you can't fly then run, if you can't run then walk, if you can't walk then crawl, but whatever you do you have to keep quitting.”
¯ Martin Luther Quit Jr.
I set out one day to find enemies, and I found no friends.
I set out one day to find friends, and I found no enemies.
You will find that which you truly seek. Set your heart therefore on being quit.
“To quit or not to quit, that is the question.”
William Quitsphere
"Life is God's gift to a man. Integrity is a mans gift to himself."
The devil is roaming devouring souls like a lion EVERY MOMENT OF EVERY DAY OF YOUR LIFE. Fight. Fight. Fight.”
Swimdad
Vini Vidi Quiti
(we came, we saw, we quit)
Julius Quitter, or was it Quiteus Caesar?
“You don’t have to see the whole staircase, you just have to take the first step.” –Martin Luther Quit
“That’s one small quit for man, one giant quit for mankind!”
Neil Quitstrong
“Those who say it can’t be done are usually interrupted by someone doing it”
Quitbert Hubbard
"Quit ain't a destination, it's a journey"
Thanassi Quitopoulos
"I'd swim the English channel just to stay quit"
Mark Quitz
"Quit 101 now in session! Offering online classes to a quit group near you"
SoccerMan91 on HOF+1
“I’ll be quit”
Arnold Quitzenegger
“I thought it an impossible task, until I did it”
Quitonymous
“What happens to us is largely out of our hands,
How we respond to things will always be within our grasp.”
Quitosaurus Rex
"If I had a dime for each can, dontcha know I'd be a rich man?!"
Quit D. Rockefeller
"how do I quit thee, let me count the days"
Quitsphere
“I labored through a valley of tears for a treasure I wanted to see.
Lo and behold when my journey was through, the treasure I found was me!”
KTC June Â’18
the Wikipedia of quit adds another page. I will validate the authenticity of these references ADD!Quote from: AthanI'm not a smart man but I know what Quit isSo freaking awesome. So much fun. Lots of smiles putting those on roll.
Forrest Quit
“I quit, therefore I am”
Desquittes
“Hard. It’s a word used by the weak to describe that which requires effort”
YouÂ’ll never regret quitting. You will ALWAYS regret a cave.
“If quitting is wrong I don’t wanna be right”
“If you can't fly then run, if you can't run then walk, if you can't walk then crawl, but whatever you do you have to keep quitting.”
¯ Martin Luther Quit Jr.
I set out one day to find enemies, and I found no friends.
I set out one day to find friends, and I found no enemies.
You will find that which you truly seek. Set your heart therefore on being quit.
“To quit or not to quit, that is the question.”
William Quitsphere
"Life is God's gift to a man. Integrity is a mans gift to himself."
The devil is roaming devouring souls like a lion EVERY MOMENT OF EVERY DAY OF YOUR LIFE. Fight. Fight. Fight.”
Swimdad
Vini Vidi Quiti
(we came, we saw, we quit)
Julius Quitter, or was it Quiteus Caesar?
“You don’t have to see the whole staircase, you just have to take the first step.” –Martin Luther Quit
“That’s one small quit for man, one giant quit for mankind!”
Neil Quitstrong
“Those who say it can’t be done are usually interrupted by someone doing it”
Quitbert Hubbard
"Quit ain't a destination, it's a journey"
Thanassi Quitopoulos
"I'd swim the English channel just to stay quit"
Mark Quitz
"Quit 101 now in session! Offering online classes to a quit group near you"
SoccerMan91 on HOF+1
“I’ll be quit”
Arnold Quitzenegger
“I thought it an impossible task, until I did it”
Quitonymous
“What happens to us is largely out of our hands,
How we respond to things will always be within our grasp.”
Quitosaurus Rex
"If I had a dime for each can, dontcha know I'd be a rich man?!"
Quit D. Rockefeller
"how do I quit thee, let me count the days"
Quitsphere
“I labored through a valley of tears for a treasure I wanted to see.
Lo and behold when my journey was through, the treasure I found was me!”
KTC June Â’18
V 2.0 starts again in a few days.
The mark spitz will forever be my favorite ?
Love you brother Athan.Quote from: AthanI'm not a smart man but I know what Quit isSo freaking awesome. So much fun. Lots of smiles putting those on roll.
Forrest Quit
“I quit, therefore I am”
Desquittes
“Hard. It’s a word used by the weak to describe that which requires effort”
YouÂ’ll never regret quitting. You will ALWAYS regret a cave.
“If quitting is wrong I don’t wanna be right”
“If you can't fly then run, if you can't run then walk, if you can't walk then crawl, but whatever you do you have to keep quitting.”
¯ Martin Luther Quit Jr.
I set out one day to find enemies, and I found no friends.
I set out one day to find friends, and I found no enemies.
You will find that which you truly seek. Set your heart therefore on being quit.
“To quit or not to quit, that is the question.”
William Quitsphere
"Life is God's gift to a man. Integrity is a mans gift to himself."
The devil is roaming devouring souls like a lion EVERY MOMENT OF EVERY DAY OF YOUR LIFE. Fight. Fight. Fight.”
Swimdad
Vini Vidi Quiti
(we came, we saw, we quit)
Julius Quitter, or was it Quiteus Caesar?
“You don’t have to see the whole staircase, you just have to take the first step.” –Martin Luther Quit
“That’s one small quit for man, one giant quit for mankind!”
Neil Quitstrong
“Those who say it can’t be done are usually interrupted by someone doing it”
Quitbert Hubbard
"Quit ain't a destination, it's a journey"
Thanassi Quitopoulos
"I'd swim the English channel just to stay quit"
Mark Quitz
"Quit 101 now in session! Offering online classes to a quit group near you"
SoccerMan91 on HOF+1
“I’ll be quit”
Arnold Quitzenegger
“I thought it an impossible task, until I did it”
Quitonymous
“What happens to us is largely out of our hands,
How we respond to things will always be within our grasp.”
Quitosaurus Rex
"If I had a dime for each can, dontcha know I'd be a rich man?!"
Quit D. Rockefeller
"how do I quit thee, let me count the days"
Quitsphere
“I labored through a valley of tears for a treasure I wanted to see.
Lo and behold when my journey was through, the treasure I found was me!”
KTC June Â’18
V 2.0 starts again in a few days.
The mark spitz will forever be my favorite ?
DAY 237250 for me Doofus!
Officially now into unchartered quit waters. Never been quit this long, never felt this strong in my quit. KTC works people, I continue to feel gratitude and honor towards a complete set of strangers who help save my life one day at a time. Thanks KTC
PS....dont talk about anal here:) IN the shade boys, in the shade
I like this, you are quite a poet, is this poem based on actual experience?Quote from: DoofusDAY 237250 for me Doofus!
Officially now into unchartered quit waters. Never been quit this long, never felt this strong in my quit. KTC works people, I continue to feel gratitude and honor towards a complete set of strangers who help save my life one day at a time. Thanks KTC
PS....dont talk about anal here:) IN the shade boys, in the shade
I'm in line at the store and what do I see but a round silhouette on the jeans before me.
I shook my head there in disbelief, of the life in front of me given in to the thief.
I whipped out my phone and captured the scene, to pass to quit brothers the folly I'd seen.
The man before me a slave, although willing, for what lay before him indeed was chilling:
A life of bondage, a life in chains, of looking to spit, of tobacco stains;
Of wondering if he had enough of it left, Oh the anxiety of a life bereft.
Such men I pity, how they wander alone, all while addiction eats them to the bone.
But not Athan, oh not I! I've DONE IT man, I didn't just try!
I'm sailing new waters, but not alone and frail,
I have my quit brothers, they're the wind in my sails.
I've changed my course, I've conquered new ground,
I've heard freedoms song and I love the sound.
Ps- I am sorry for my unchartered post to your intro. Apparently, my posts, mainly because I posted to like 30 people is considered spam. "Someone elseÂ’s intro is not the place to post your own personal reflections."Quote from: AthanI like this, you are quite a poet, is this poem based on actual experience?Quote from: DoofusDAY 237250 for me Doofus!
Officially now into unchartered quit waters. Never been quit this long, never felt this strong in my quit. KTC works people, I continue to feel gratitude and honor towards a complete set of strangers who help save my life one day at a time. Thanks KTC
PS....dont talk about anal here:) IN the shade boys, in the shade
I'm in line at the store and what do I see but a round silhouette on the jeans before me.
I shook my head there in disbelief, of the life in front of me given in to the thief.
I whipped out my phone and captured the scene, to pass to quit brothers the folly I'd seen.
The man before me a slave, although willing, for what lay before him indeed was chilling:
A life of bondage, a life in chains, of looking to spit, of tobacco stains;
Of wondering if he had enough of it left, Oh the anxiety of a life bereft.
Such men I pity, how they wander alone, all while addiction eats them to the bone.
But not Athan, oh not I! I've DONE IT man, I didn't just try!
I'm sailing new waters, but not alone and frail,
I have my quit brothers, they're the wind in my sails.
I've changed my course, I've conquered new ground,
I've heard freedoms song and I love the sound.
Yeah man. I was on the way back from the dentist (great way to celebrate 250!). Stopped to get some stuff and saw that tragic silhouetteQuote from: AthanI like this, you are quite a poet, is this poem based on actual experience?Quote from: DoofusDAY 237250 for me Doofus!
Officially now into unchartered quit waters. Never been quit this long, never felt this strong in my quit. KTC works people, I continue to feel gratitude and honor towards a complete set of strangers who help save my life one day at a time. Thanks KTC
PS....dont talk about anal here:) IN the shade boys, in the shade
I'm in line at the store and what do I see but a round silhouette on the jeans before me.
I shook my head there in disbelief, of the life in front of me given in to the thief.
I whipped out my phone and captured the scene, to pass to quit brothers the folly I'd seen.
The man before me a slave, although willing, for what lay before him indeed was chilling:
A life of bondage, a life in chains, of looking to spit, of tobacco stains;
Of wondering if he had enough of it left, Oh the anxiety of a life bereft.
Such men I pity, how they wander alone, all while addiction eats them to the bone.
But not Athan, oh not I! I've DONE IT man, I didn't just try!
I'm sailing new waters, but not alone and frail,
I have my quit brothers, they're the wind in my sails.
I've changed my course, I've conquered new ground,
I've heard freedoms song and I love the sound.
252. Planes, trains, and automobiles all without nicotine. Called my good friend UncleRico and let him know I'd be in the neighborhood. So he puts the word on the street and Kdip rolls in with Gregor as well. We had over 5000 days of quit at the table, and single handedly raised the sex appeal of the establishment and quite possibly the city of Katy,Texas! Yessireebob it was an impromptu quitter meetup of epic proportions. Wish y'all coulda been there!Bad ass!
So I'm getting some Diesel for the tractor at the Burke Corner Store. In walks Bubba. I used to pack one in but this guy....his lip stuck out so far you could have set a typewriter on it. It was amazing. I bet he had the whole can in there. I see stuff like that from time to time and it blows me away that I was bubba for so long. Owa tafool Iam chanted the tribe. In a related story, Athan splits and stacks six cords of wood over the marvelous weekend and all with out nicotine. Of course, it hurts to move now. Even my earlobes are in pain. Youth, it's wasted on the young!
My oldest daughter, my pride and joy, all dolled up and beautiful for the prom. I feel a crave coming on. Strangely it will coincide with his arrival to pick her up. I shall satiate it by perforating paper at a hundred yards with some well placed rounds ....within ear shot of the house....
My oldest daughter, my pride and joy, all dolled up and beautiful for the prom. I feel a crave coming on. Strangely it will coincide with his arrival to pick her up. I shall satiate it by perforating paper at a hundred yards with some well placed rounds ....within ear shot of the house....
Daughters are fun roflmao roflmao roflmao
I think and archery target right in the front yard would be a nice touch. You, out there with that compound flexing those arms while drawing that string back and sending a broadhead through the center of the target just as he is walking up the front path.
My oldest daughter, my pride and joy, all dolled up and beautiful for the prom. I feel a crave coming on. Strangely it will coincide with his arrival to pick her up. I shall satiate it by perforating paper at a hundred yards with some well placed rounds ....within ear shot of the house....
Daughters are fun roflmao roflmao roflmao
I think and archery target right in the front yard would be a nice touch. You, out there with that compound flexing those arms while drawing that string back and sending a broadhead through the center of the target just as he is walking up the front path.
It's Easter Sunday. I won't be sneaking off today to pop a dip there in my lip. That my friends is freedom. Contemplate that for a bit.
Holidays and family get togethers were challenging for a lot of us who had to ninja it in. Even where all of the adults knew I used I never put on in in front of my nieces and nephews. I don't have to sneak off any more and neither do you.
While you contemplate that, consider this: It has never been contested that Christ's tomb was empty. Why is that?
I'm waiting for the study from the Harvard School of Business declaring management fads sanctimonious posturing and pontification used by the weak, incompetent, and inept as a substitute for leadership in a failed attempt at motivating people that results in mass contempt, frustration, and demoralization.
There.
Now can I have my certificate?
Got a new dentist. Got to fill out the new patient form again. Smokeless tobacco user? OH HELL NO! I think I laughed out loud!
In a different story, rewired to pool pump today. I figured, I'm doing well, I'm making good coin, I'll call an electrician, I'll have some one else do it, a professional for once. So I call the dude and he comes out and says, "man, you need a new pool. This one was put in before all the new codes. I can't touch it. Too much liability". So, I rewired the thing myself. Actually pulled new wire from the pool house and redid the panel box in the pool house too while I was at it.
Would have been a whole can job, easily. Not today. Never again. For any reason.
OK. There might be some code violations but it's running and I prolly saved my wallet a couple a hunert bucks too. All in all a pretty good day!
Got a new dentist. Got to fill out the new patient form again. Smokeless tobacco user? OH HELL NO! I think I laughed out loud!
In a different story, rewired to pool pump today. I figured, I'm doing well, I'm making good coin, I'll call an electrician, I'll have some one else do it, a professional for once. So I call the dude and he comes out and says, "man, you need a new pool. This one was put in before all the new codes. I can't touch it. Too much liability". So, I rewired the thing myself. Actually pulled new wire from the pool house and redid the panel box in the pool house too while I was at it.
Would have been a whole can job, easily. Not today. Never again. For any reason.
OK. There might be some code violations but it's running and I prolly saved my wallet a couple a hunert bucks too. All in all a pretty good day!
Loving your dentist!Got a new dentist. Got to fill out the new patient form again. Smokeless tobacco user? OH HELL NO! I think I laughed out loud!
In a different story, rewired to pool pump today. I figured, I'm doing well, I'm making good coin, I'll call an electrician, I'll have some one else do it, a professional for once. So I call the dude and he comes out and says, "man, you need a new pool. This one was put in before all the new codes. I can't touch it. Too much liability". So, I rewired the thing myself. Actually pulled new wire from the pool house and redid the panel box in the pool house too while I was at it.
Would have been a whole can job, easily. Not today. Never again. For any reason.
OK. There might be some code violations but it's running and I prolly saved my wallet a couple a hunert bucks too. All in all a pretty good day!
You got a couple solid wins there Brother! Same thing for me when I went back to my Dentist last Tuesday, they had me fill out the form again. I got to that check box and proudly checked NO. Dentist talked to me about it as the exam was going on, Said he was proud of me for doing so. We was so kind he asked me how many days quit I was, in away I was ashamed to say "Just 98 Days" He told me he was Proud and gave me a $98 discount!
Keep up the great work Brother, I'm proud to quit with you today!
Loving your dentist!Got a new dentist. Got to fill out the new patient form again. Smokeless tobacco user? OH HELL NO! I think I laughed out loud!
In a different story, rewired to pool pump today. I figured, I'm doing well, I'm making good coin, I'll call an electrician, I'll have some one else do it, a professional for once. So I call the dude and he comes out and says, "man, you need a new pool. This one was put in before all the new codes. I can't touch it. Too much liability". So, I rewired the thing myself. Actually pulled new wire from the pool house and redid the panel box in the pool house too while I was at it.
Would have been a whole can job, easily. Not today. Never again. For any reason.
OK. There might be some code violations but it's running and I prolly saved my wallet a couple a hunert bucks too. All in all a pretty good day!
You got a couple solid wins there Brother! Same thing for me when I went back to my Dentist last Tuesday, they had me fill out the form again. I got to that check box and proudly checked NO. Dentist talked to me about it as the exam was going on, Said he was proud of me for doing so. We was so kind he asked me how many days quit I was, in away I was ashamed to say "Just 98 Days" He told me he was Proud and gave me a $98 discount!
Keep up the great work Brother, I'm proud to quit with you today!
So I'm working, I'm in a bind cause I'm behind when the phone rings. It's my daughter. "daddy, my truck is smoking" Geez. I need this like a hole in the head. She wasn't too far outa town. I dropped what I was doing and raced home to get the trailer and then on to go get her and see how bad it was. The water hose had blown off the heater coil. Thankfully she had the sense to stop before blowing the engine. I trailered it back to the house and researched the issue (thank heaven for youtube). GMC trucks got this quick disconnect for the hoses to the heater coil inlet and outlet nipples (why they didn't just have a metal threaded nipple instead of cheap plastic is anyone's guess). So you need a special tool to pop this old nipple off. Easy enough it seemed. Two hours under the hot sun into it and I could have gone for a lipper. No doubt about it I'd have called a timeout and gone for a can. Hey, it's just one. This is a great excuse if there ever was one. But I've been down that road before, I know how that plays out. The pattern was well established. But I disrupted it. Ya see, I joined this site. And I post a promise every day. And it takes nicotine off of the table as an option for dealing with life. Had I thrown a chew in, it wouldn't have miracled that busted nipple off; it would have led to another can and another and it would never end. So I attacked it from another angle and got it fixed and remained nicotine free another day. And tomorrow, I'll post 511 instead of 1. Hooah.
Was lamenting just yesterday that there weren't enough hours in a day.
It struck me like a hammer on the way home today - If there were more hours in a day we'd probably waste them working.
Just got done under the house running a new water line after re-doing the floor in the kitchen. Could not for the life of me to get that #@$% 1/4" line to the ice maker to stop leaking. What is it with these ferrels?! I could no kidding go for a lipper. If I weren't still posting roll I'd be knuckles keep into a can ever trip under the house. I HATE being under the house! I didn't have to worry about rats or snakes or spiders on that stanky submarine. I'd much rather be back breathing recycled farts again than go back under the house. Gives me the heebie jeebies even thinking about it. At any rate another day of freedom earned and I'll be happy tomorrow that I didn't cave today!Next house, get a basement. Hands down better than a crawl space. Ask anyone who's had both. Basements have many uses, like storage, man cave, kid's playhouse, etc. Crawlspaces are simply caves where your imagination creates all of the creatures you fear. (Like the bedroom closet, only real.)
Just in from a 5 day whirlwhind roundtrip trip to Texas and back. Did my cousins wedding and dropped my oldest off at college. The drive down was uneventful, my trusty cinnamon sticks by my side but didn't need 'em. A 900 mile road trip was unthinkable without lipper after painful lipper not too long ago. Not any more. Gone are the days of thinking I could ninja throw a chew in while driving with my ladies.
Of my 6 brothers, all are slaves to nicotine. Spit bottles at the wedding even. And it was a classy affair, a ballroom at the Anatole hotel in Dallas. I so wish they could enjoy life without it. I flew back just this evening. The slave was there on the plane. I never saw him but I smelled him sure enough when he popped that copenhagen lid. There was no mistaking it. I felt for those flying next to him and hoped he was man enough to gut it and not spit his chew slobber within sight and smell of the old grandmother next to him. IT SURE IS GOOD TO BE FREE unlike those poor slobs in the smoking room at the Atlanta airport. If that's not a cry for help or a warning flag I don't know what is.
I need to take a moment to thank all a you's for the pickups while I was on the road. This here KTC is one remarkable organization. I wouldn't be free without it; not without my daily promise. "just one" would have happened a multitude of times since the HOF, most probably at that wedding with all of my brothers packing it in. Life happens - quitters stay quit.
6th floor... who would have thunk… right?Congrats on the 6th floor my brother! You are a beacon of quit in my quit universe!
Love you brother.... and I truly mean that.
The stars aligned for all of our crew to decide to quit.
You are one of the most amazing men I've had the privledge to cross my path, and I will forever be grateful.
Many more to help, many more milestones to celebrate, thank you for bringing me along for the ride.
Dry off, you are wet and panting. ;)
WHERE'S THE 6TH FLOOR DIC PIC??Right here boys! (https://www.google.com/search?q=pictures+of+richard&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=firefox-b-1-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiKl6zZz5nkAhWBup4KHXT3BiUQsAR6BAgJEAE&biw=1920&bih=890)
Huuuuuuuge CONGRATS my brother. Love you lots.
WHERE'S THE 6TH FLOOR DIC PIC??Right here boys! (https://www.google.com/search?q=pictures+of+richard&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=firefox-b-1-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiKl6zZz5nkAhWBup4KHXT3BiUQsAR6BAgJEAE&biw=1920&bih=890)
Huuuuuuuge CONGRATS my brother. Love you lots.
WHERE'S THE 6TH FLOOR DIC PIC??Right here boys! (https://www.google.com/search?q=pictures+of+richard&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=firefox-b-1-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiKl6zZz5nkAhWBup4KHXT3BiUQsAR6BAgJEAE&biw=1920&bih=890)
Huuuuuuuge CONGRATS my brother. Love you lots.
roflmao roflmao roflmao roflmao
I was actually really afraid of clicking on the link. Heh.WHERE'S THE 6TH FLOOR DIC PIC??Right here boys! (https://www.google.com/search?q=pictures+of+richard&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=firefox-b-1-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiKl6zZz5nkAhWBup4KHXT3BiUQsAR6BAgJEAE&biw=1920&bih=890)
Huuuuuuuge CONGRATS my brother. Love you lots.
roflmao roflmao roflmao roflmao
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There once was a man from Nantucket,
Who used to dip snuff by the bucket,
He said with a grin,
As he tossed his last tin,
I'm not the nic bitches puppet!
Athan is a Greek god^
Blinding us with his stunning bod
Can I get an amen from a mod?
Athan is a Greek god^
Blinding us with his stunning bod
Can I get an amen from a mod?
Haiku?
Don’t quite get it, eh?
Athan is a Greek god^
Blinding us with his stunning bod
Can I get an amen from a mod?
Haiku?
Don’t quite get it, eh?
I didn’t know the rules. Go check Skolvikings intro for som good Haiku action.
roflmao
The pool skimmer basket was making that familiar gurgling noise so I went to dump it out. As I pulled the cover off I wasn’t immediately sure what I was looking at but it wasn’t leaves. The instant that my brain registered that a squirrel had gotten sucked into the skimmer and was clinging to the basket handle, the squirrel’s brain registered daylight and an escape from its predicament. This caused it to execute an extreme vertical maneuver. Time stood still and I could make out the scene in slow motion in 360 degrees like some kind of sci-fi footage. We were locked eye to eye about 10 feet off the ground; I had also executed my own form of vertical maneuver although mine was a twisting, flailing sort of excrement propulsion. I lost sight of the beast as I reentered the atmosphere and entered the splashdown phase. My heart beat has yet to return to normal. That no shit just happened.
Come hither all ye and listen
And upon this ghoulish scene
Cast thy gaze there yonder
Where the moon doth glow serene
What shapes unfold in moonlit mist
What draws thee like a slave
But rows and rows upon endless rows
Of shallow empty graves
The addict stood there pondering
His demons beckoned still
He struggled long into the night
To resist the crave to fill
He tried again and failed again
a defiant yet futile stance
half of what he struggled against
was but his own ignorance
No one could tell him better
No pastor, friend, or bride
He alone could master this
Be damned his stubborn pride
He wondered who could help him
Did he have to quit alone
All along did craves assail him
With the witch upon her throne
The loner stumbled to and fro
And did waver his conviction
Alas my brother he failed again
Twas blinded by addiction
Our stranger was in anguish
He longed so to be free
He thought it still a habit
The truth he could not see
I tried to share it with him
How we wake up every day
And make a promise to a brother
And promise just today
He offered up excuses
Of nicotine did he reek
Although his lips flapped promises
All he spoke was addict speak
And he tried his halls patience
So they called him out
And then he got defensive
That insolent trouser trout
He told them how the site should work
The way the quit should be
If they would not be supportive
Leave them he would said he
And so he took his ball and left
While she cackled on her throne
And claimed another life she tho’t
And counted his fate sewn
But the seed of quit was planted
That witch she knew it not
For our addict had tasted freedom
Though just an aliquot
Still that’s all he needed
A prick to his compunction
To resist the sirens fatal call
To belabor freedoms function
He shuddered knowing what he faced
If he should remain a slave
Forsooth his name would there be placed
Where once stood empty grave
Just got done under the house running a new water line after re-doing the floor in the kitchen. Could not for the life of me to get that #@$% 1/4" line to the ice maker to stop leaking. What is it with these ferrels?! I could no kidding go for a lipper. If I weren't still posting roll I'd be knuckles keep into a can ever trip under the house. I HATE being under the house! I didn't have to worry about rats or snakes or spiders on that stanky submarine. I'd much rather be back breathing recycled farts again than go back under the house. Gives me the heebie jeebies even thinking about it. At any rate another day of freedom earned and I'll be happy tomorrow that I didn't cave today!@Athan (https://ktcforum.org/index.php?action=profile;u=258) ....I know this is a post you put up a while back, but I reading through a lot of them today. This one hit me. I did that exact same thing yesterday. I just bought a really nice, but older home on a crawl space. I’ve been having a sewer like smell from my daughters bathroom. Only from there and no where else. I’ve ruled out everything else and was putting off going down there. I spent a couple of days working myself up to do it. I bought a chemical like suite, extra flashlights, breathing masks....the whole 9 yards. Looked pretty rediculous actually. But I got under there....waaaayyy under there. I was terrified. That would have been, this time last year, when I would have packed in a half a can. Just to get the perceived courage from it. Luckily, there was nothing apparently wrong with the plumbing and all I saw was one mouse running around. That didn’t bother me, it was more the thought of what could be in there. But....all of that to say....I did it and I did it nicotine free. That was a huge win for me. Thanks for sharing yours too. It helps.
Seven hundy ya big stud.Skol, you're such a doosh, I can't believe I quit with you!
Lucky you are not is AZ today or you would be showered with my affection until ya choke.
Proud to be one day behind, forever, one day at a time.
Ok love you bye!!!
Huge congrats Athan on that big 7!!Seven hundy ya big stud.Skol, you're such a doosh, I can't believe I quit with you!
Lucky you are not is AZ today or you would be showered with my affection until ya choke.
Proud to be one day behind, forever, one day at a time.
Ok love you bye!!!
LUQITSOILYB!
Congrats Athan on 7 floors of quit!Huge congrats Athan on that big 7!!Seven hundy ya big stud.Skol, you're such a doosh, I can't believe I quit with you!
Lucky you are not is AZ today or you would be showered with my affection until ya choke.
Proud to be one day behind, forever, one day at a time.
Ok love you bye!!!
LUQITSOILYB!
@Athan (https://ktcforum.org/index.php?action=profile;u=258) Please brother do not ever go anywhere. I would be freaking lost without your insight and wisdom! From the first week of getting buried in information following your signature to day 63 soaking up insight on your quit attitude. Thank you for being here.Not going anywhere brother. Life is much sweeter shared!
This is absolutely awesome, and is a testament to why this place works when nothing else does. We win together here.@Athan (https://ktcforum.org/index.php?action=profile;u=258) Please brother do not ever go anywhere. I would be freaking lost without your insight and wisdom! From the first week of getting buried in information following your signature to day 63 soaking up insight on your quit attitude. Thank you for being here.Not going anywhere brother. Life is much sweeter shared!
Lost one of my horses yesterday. He was old, way old as horses go and had been moving a lot slower as of late. Yesterday he gave up the ghost. I went and rented one of those mini excavators as my tractor doesn’t have a bucket (you can’t just flush them down the toilet like you do goldfish). I dug a deep hole then me and my girls dragged Ol’ Chester off into it. We filled it back up and there to my surprise, his back hooves were just above grade, jutting up above the dirt. I know it’s not funny but I sat there laughing at it, the indignity of it all. This would have been a whole can job not so long ago, if I’d have stopped posting roll past the HOF. This was an excellent excuse if ever there was one. Not now. Not today. Not for any reason. No horsing around with nicotine addiction. And if you got any ideas for a funny meme for the pic of two hooves sticking up out of the ground, well, go ahead and lets hear ‘em!I'm the only male in my household so I am, by default, the head guy around here. It just hit me, I'm the horseless head man.
Started back on shift for the first time in 5 years. The third night in with but 12 hours sleep since I started when I hit the wall. There's no doubt in my mind that I'd have succumbed to "just one" were it not for my brothers in quit. No question at all. It was on the table in front of me in six different locations in 5 different flavors, all there for the taking. It wasn't so much an urge to chew as it was to do something, anything, to chase the fog from lack of sleep from my mind. Never cured is right. ODAAT is right. Never Again For Any Reason. Skol, Gromo, Worktowin, S412 - indebted to you.
Anyone seen Hundy? I heard Athan ate him. That's right, Athan ate hundy!Ahhhhhhaaa!! roflmao roflmao roflmao roflmao Loving you Skol! You beat me to it
Congrats on 800 and thanks for being you!
I could go on and on about the inspiration and the humor, etc, etc, etc that you have provided over the last 800 days. Or, I could just say, "thanks for always being Athan!" Whether you realize it, or not. You ARE the capstone in the archway of quit for a whole lot of people.
Job well done, my friend. Thank you.
I thought this corona virus was all hype at first. Given that the flu killed 35,000 Americans last year (and an equivalent number for motor vehicle accidents). That’s roughly 1 American per 1,000 or 0.1%.@Athan (https://ktcforum.org/index.php?action=profile;u=258) I think that ratio is off though, because if you take Italy, they had 68,000 deaths from the flu over a 2 year season. So roughly 34K died from the flu each year. Similar to the US. Currently they have 4,825 deaths. They still have a long way to meet the number and with the inability to “test” everyone unlike the flu, it’s hard to get the “real” numbers. Currently,and let’s take last year, everyone and anyone that didn’t feel “well” during the flu season and saw a practitioner, got a flu swap. Since we don’t have the ability to do that with corona, only the very sick that meet the criteria to be tested, receive the test, which then bumps up that ration to the 4% that was published. Just my 2 cents, what do you think? Also it’s not “more contagious” then the flu, like the Vox article stated, it’s just that no one has antibodies for this corona strain so Everyone essentially gets it... then next year we will get our flu shot and corona shot and you will either get antibodies from the shot or from getting sick... very similar to when the H1N1 hit us hard...
Globally, the corona virus has a much higher rate; 40 people per 1,000 infected or 4%. Thus far, the transmission rate is showing to be twice that of the flu.
To put it in perspective, I don’t personally know anyone who’s died from the flu. Before this is over, I’m fairly certain that I will know someone who’s died from covid19.
Sources:
https://www.vox.com/science-and-health/2020/3/18/21184992/coronavirus-covid-19-flu-comparison-chart
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Motor_vehicle_fatality_rate_in_U.S._by_year
https://www.cdc.gov/flu/about/burden/2018-2019.html
https://www.arcgis.com/apps/opsdashboard/index.html#/bda7594740fd40299423467b48e9ecf6
... So roughly 34K died from the flu each year. Similar to the US. Currently they have 4,825 deaths. They still have a long way to meet the number and with the inability to “test” everyone unlike the flu, it’s hard to get the “real” numbers.......That's true and a variable I hadn't considered. It is NOT known how many undetected cases there are as they may be very mild/moderate and medical attention therefore not sought out. Let's hope that's the case. The societal effects are starting to exceed that of the virus itself. Would hate to see the country descend into anarchy.
Hey Athan, love you brother. Haven't gotten amd D pics for a while, so not sure what's up with that. I'll keep checking my PMs ;)
Every now and then I'll speak to a fellow quitter here and learn of a horrific story. When it happens I'm blown away by the unbelievable burden the man next to me is carrying. Someone's loved one is dying of cancer, another is burying a beloved pet, or going through a trough in a marriage, or any of a million horrific thing that enter our nightmares. The turmoil is going on all around us and yet, the quitter doggedly posts a simple promise every day. Today, I find tremendous comfort in that. I may be in a snowglobe, crushed and taking my breaths one at a time but this I got. I can chose to remain nicotine free today. I do have control over that.
Exactly what this guy ^^^ said. Whatever you need brotherEvery now and then I'll speak to a fellow quitter here and learn of a horrific story. When it happens I'm blown away by the unbelievable burden the man next to me is carrying. Someone's loved one is dying of cancer, another is burying a beloved pet, or going through a trough in a marriage, or any of a million horrific thing that enter our nightmares. The turmoil is going on all around us and yet, the quitter doggedly posts a simple promise every day. Today, I find tremendous comfort in that. I may be in a snowglobe, crushed and taking my breaths one at a time but this I got. I can chose to remain nicotine free today. I do have control over that.
...and today you are carrying that burden, yet you still came in here and posted your promise. I am forever grateful to have you in my life.
Prayers to you my friend.
Love you brother. We are all here to support you in this incredibly difficult time. You aren't alone.Exactly what this guy ^^^ said. Whatever you need brotherEvery now and then I'll speak to a fellow quitter here and learn of a horrific story. When it happens I'm blown away by the unbelievable burden the man next to me is carrying. Someone's loved one is dying of cancer, another is burying a beloved pet, or going through a trough in a marriage, or any of a million horrific thing that enter our nightmares. The turmoil is going on all around us and yet, the quitter doggedly posts a simple promise every day. Today, I find tremendous comfort in that. I may be in a snowglobe, crushed and taking my breaths one at a time but this I got. I can chose to remain nicotine free today. I do have control over that.
...and today you are carrying that burden, yet you still came in here and posted your promise. I am forever grateful to have you in my life.
Prayers to you my friend.
A month or so ago we had a nuclear bomb hit our family. Stole my breath, rocked me back on my heels, and ripped my heart out of my chest in one fell swoop. There are levels of anguish that cannot be explained. Things that cannot be undone. Life happened. I continued to get up every day and to breathe in and out. I pulled back like a turtle in a shell and focused only on our immediate household. I still posted in my home room every day but that was it. A thought hit me yesterday as I was working a pasture that a lipper would have been nice. Not a crave. Just a thought. It then occurred to me that had I used the trauma as an excuse to leave I would have popped 'just one' yesterday. Instead, I remained nicotine free another day. Life, good or bad, only happens one day at a time. Each day, good or bad, is a gift. We don't get to choose what befalls us; our choice is how to respond. Stay clean. Work the problem. Continue living. One Day At A Time.Preach it brother. Damn glad you're still here and still quit!
for fathers of little girls (http://www.ilmpsychtesting.com/Images/ilmpsychtesting/resources/documents/Rape-parentsguide.pdf)
A month or so ago we had a nuclear bomb hit our family. Stole my breath, rocked me back on my heels, and ripped my heart out of my chest in one fell swoop. There are levels of anguish that cannot be explained. Things that cannot be undone. Life happened. I continued to get up every day and to breathe in and out. I pulled back like a turtle in a shell and focused only on our immediate household. I still posted in my home room every day but that was it. A thought hit me yesterday as I was working a pasture that a lipper would have been nice. Not a crave. Just a thought. It then occurred to me that had I used the trauma as an excuse to leave I would have popped 'just one' yesterday. Instead, I remained nicotine free another day. Life, good or bad, only happens one day at a time. Each day, good or bad, is a gift. We don't get to choose what befalls us; our choice is how to respond. Stay clean. Work the problem. Continue living. One Day At A Time.Preach it brother. Damn glad you're still here and still quit!
for fathers of little girls (http://www.ilmpsychtesting.com/Images/ilmpsychtesting/resources/documents/Rape-parentsguide.pdf)
From Goody 5/20/18 on freedom:
We where booking in fisherman yesterday when I saw someone who has been fishing here for over 30 years. He had a mouth full of leaf in and saw I had a can of fake. He asked me if I quit and with shouldered back and head high I said your dam right I quit. He told me he could not quit the snuff but could quit the leaf when ever be wanted. I thought that used to be me. The words of an addict. He asked if it was hard to quit I said yes. But he new that. I told him of the KTC site. Didn't really want to hear it. I felt bad for him but God dam proud of myself. I will never be that person again. Just something interesting to pass on. It was nice to see the work was paying off in me brain to be around others chewing and it was OK. Now let's go fishing.
900 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TnvPt_a7iOQ)
We can move mountains if we put our minds to it.
Damn proud to be one step behind you for eternity.
Much love brother - NAFAR
Just booked a flight & car to see my brother Skolvikings. I'll arrive on my day 1000, stay the night, and wake up with my hands between two pillows on his day 1000.
The countdown begins!!
This much is certain - photos will absolutely not be permitted (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yALoRFbCHzU)
Hey you, yeah you! If you're just starting out and reading this....this is how life is meant to be. Celebrated. Not enslaved and groveling for the next fix. It does get better. All you gotta do is make the choice. Freedom is just lying in wait and oh how sweet it is!Just booked a flight & car to see my brother Skolvikings. I'll arrive on my day 1000, stay the night, and wake up with my hands between two pillows on his day 1000.
The countdown begins!!
This much is certain - photos will absolutely not be permitted (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yALoRFbCHzU)
I just got a new LED light for the Ole' hot tub, it changes colors. I'm thinking Chateaubriand, Béarnaise Sauce, Goat Cheese Smoked Taters, Prosciutto Green Beans and a Key Lime Pie. Can't wait to celebrate with you brother. I'll make sure I wash the PILLOWS (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1iYvcuQSP-U)
Experienced an incongruity of thought with the Mrs. while shopping. Decided to walk home lest I utter something worthy of sleeping on the couch for a week. Not a long trek as the crow flies as it’s through the woods and avoiding the roundabout path of the highway. A light drizzly rain adds to the poor choice yet serves only to augment my stubborn bent. I was a few miles into it when I encounter the railroad tracks. I’d forgotten I’d have to traverse the railroad tracks. The embankment is steep on either side stretching for miles north and south, I’m headed east. I attack it at an angle but to no avail. I soon find myself slipping head long down the incline and picking up speed. At the last moment I decide to jump, opting to land vertical instead of headfirst into the gravel and ties. I felt it immediately – the ruptured tendon in the right foot. You know that moment when you realize that the course that you’ve set upon has become untenable? I had one of those. I’m still a few miles from home and no longer ambulatory. The rain is picking up. I consider my options. Traversing up the opposite side and then miles through the forest is looking less and less likely as my foot begins to swell and throb. I decide to follow the railroad tracks into town where they cross the highway. I’m going to have to swallow my intractable pride; I’m going to have to call her, apologize for my intransigence and ask for help. Damn it all. I make my way painfully along, hobbling from tie to tie, a cacophony of frogs and crows mocking me as I slink along.Just read both of these this morning.
Fast forward 4 hours. I’m now home on the couch having been released from the ER and sitting with my foot elevated per doctors orders when my phone rings. It’s my daughter. All college students are required to be tested for CoVid prior to attending fall classes. She’s positive (no symptoms whatsoever). We are all now quarantined for two weeks.
If there were ever a ‘just one’ moment this is it, the quitionary says look right here when you look it up. There’s just no end to them. This wouldn’t have been a just one event; it would have been a balls out chew like there’s no tomorrow honey go by me a sleeve. So that’s why I posted my promise yesterday and why I’m posting it today and why I’ll post it tomorrow. Because ‘just one’ is out there, with my name on it, waiting for me.
Just booked a flight & car to see my brother Skolvikings. I'll arrive on my day 1000, stay the night, and wake up with my hands between two pillows on his day 1000.
The countdown begins!!
This much is certain - photos will absolutely not be permitted (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yALoRFbCHzU)
I just got a new LED light for the Ole' hot tub, it changes colors. I'm thinking Chateaubriand, Béarnaise Sauce, Goat Cheese Smoked Taters, Prosciutto Green Beans and a Key Lime Pie. Can't wait to celebrate with you brother. I'll make sure I wash the PILLOWS (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1iYvcuQSP-U)
can't sleep. the anticipation is more than I can bear. Athan waits 1,000 days to fly out to Azirona only to pass out on Skol's couch!Just booked a flight & car to see my brother Skolvikings. I'll arrive on my day 1000, stay the night, and wake up with my hands between two pillows on his day 1000.
The countdown begins!!
This much is certain - photos will absolutely not be permitted (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yALoRFbCHzU)
I just got a new LED light for the Ole' hot tub, it changes colors. I'm thinking Chateaubriand, Béarnaise Sauce, Goat Cheese Smoked Taters, Prosciutto Green Beans and a Key Lime Pie. Can't wait to celebrate with you brother. I'll make sure I wash the PILLOWS (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1iYvcuQSP-U)
So this happens in a few hours, I sure hope you got your beauty sleep. The feast is prepped and just waiting on the guest of honor. Nice dangle my brother, see you soon.
Congrats brother. Keep doing what you've always done here. You are an awesome, inspiring rock star of quitcan't sleep. the anticipation is more than I can bear. Athan waits 1,000 days to fly out to Azirona only to pass out on Skol's couch!Just booked a flight & car to see my brother Skolvikings. I'll arrive on my day 1000, stay the night, and wake up with my hands between two pillows on his day 1000.
The countdown begins!!
This much is certain - photos will absolutely not be permitted (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yALoRFbCHzU)
I just got a new LED light for the Ole' hot tub, it changes colors. I'm thinking Chateaubriand, Béarnaise Sauce, Goat Cheese Smoked Taters, Prosciutto Green Beans and a Key Lime Pie. Can't wait to celebrate with you brother. I'll make sure I wash the PILLOWS (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1iYvcuQSP-U)
So this happens in a few hours, I sure hope you got your beauty sleep. The feast is prepped and just waiting on the guest of honor. Nice dangle my brother, see you soon.
Congrats on 1K. Thank you for all you do.Congrats brother. Keep doing what you've always done here. You are an awesome, inspiring rock star of quitcan't sleep. the anticipation is more than I can bear. Athan waits 1,000 days to fly out to Azirona only to pass out on Skol's couch!Just booked a flight & car to see my brother Skolvikings. I'll arrive on my day 1000, stay the night, and wake up with my hands between two pillows on his day 1000.
The countdown begins!!
This much is certain - photos will absolutely not be permitted (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yALoRFbCHzU)
I just got a new LED light for the Ole' hot tub, it changes colors. I'm thinking Chateaubriand, Béarnaise Sauce, Goat Cheese Smoked Taters, Prosciutto Green Beans and a Key Lime Pie. Can't wait to celebrate with you brother. I'll make sure I wash the PILLOWS (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1iYvcuQSP-U)
So this happens in a few hours, I sure hope you got your beauty sleep. The feast is prepped and just waiting on the guest of honor. Nice dangle my brother, see you soon.
1,000 is the mark of greatness bro. Congratulations and thanks for inviting me to the party!Congrats on 1K. Thank you for all you do.Congrats brother. Keep doing what you've always done here. You are an awesome, inspiring rock star of quitcan't sleep. the anticipation is more than I can bear. Athan waits 1,000 days to fly out to Azirona only to pass out on Skol's couch!Just booked a flight & car to see my brother Skolvikings. I'll arrive on my day 1000, stay the night, and wake up with my hands between two pillows on his day 1000.
The countdown begins!!
This much is certain - photos will absolutely not be permitted (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yALoRFbCHzU)
I just got a new LED light for the Ole' hot tub, it changes colors. I'm thinking Chateaubriand, Béarnaise Sauce, Goat Cheese Smoked Taters, Prosciutto Green Beans and a Key Lime Pie. Can't wait to celebrate with you brother. I'll make sure I wash the PILLOWS (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1iYvcuQSP-U)
So this happens in a few hours, I sure hope you got your beauty sleep. The feast is prepped and just waiting on the guest of honor. Nice dangle my brother, see you soon.
Congrats on that comma! I really appreciate what you do for all of us addicts.1,000 is the mark of greatness bro. Congratulations and thanks for inviting me to the party!Congrats on 1K. Thank you for all you do.Congrats brother. Keep doing what you've always done here. You are an awesome, inspiring rock star of quitcan't sleep. the anticipation is more than I can bear. Athan waits 1,000 days to fly out to Azirona only to pass out on Skol's couch!Just booked a flight & car to see my brother Skolvikings. I'll arrive on my day 1000, stay the night, and wake up with my hands between two pillows on his day 1000.
The countdown begins!!
This much is certain - photos will absolutely not be permitted (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yALoRFbCHzU)
I just got a new LED light for the Ole' hot tub, it changes colors. I'm thinking Chateaubriand, Béarnaise Sauce, Goat Cheese Smoked Taters, Prosciutto Green Beans and a Key Lime Pie. Can't wait to celebrate with you brother. I'll make sure I wash the PILLOWS (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1iYvcuQSP-U)
So this happens in a few hours, I sure hope you got your beauty sleep. The feast is prepped and just waiting on the guest of honor. Nice dangle my brother, see you soon.
Congrats @Athan (https://ktcforum.org/index.php?action=profile;u=258) on hitting the 11th floor. Thanks for all you do.Congrats sir, keep making a difference every day
Congrats brother Athan. PTBQWYT and every day my friendCongrats @Athan (https://ktcforum.org/index.php?action=profile;u=258) on hitting the 11th floor. Thanks for all you do.Congrats sir, keep making a difference every day
Congrats brother Athan. PTBQWYT and every day my friendCongrats @Athan (https://ktcforum.org/index.php?action=profile;u=258) on hitting the 11th floor. Thanks for all you do.Congrats sir, keep making a difference every day
Quad Aces Eve Brother @Athan (https://ktcforum.org/index.php?action=profile;u=258)Aw shucks @Skolvikings (https://ktcforum.org/index.php?action=profile;u=70) man you beat me to it! ELEVENTY ELEVEN is way too cool. Definitely a winning hand in poker and right on up there with triple nickels and three of a kind niners! Stay tuned for more quitters hitting this important milestone!!
Recorded darn near 50 years ago. I'm pretty sure folks will still be jamming to this (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V9Yq5m9eLIQ) long after Katy Perry and the teeny bopper genre is dead and gone. Still puts me in a good place every time I hear it.
Hey 'JUST ONE"Hell yeah!!!
You can KISS MY ASS!
'arse'
My baby turned 16 recently so I bought her a car. Now we’re learning how to drive. The first two (her sisters) were easy. Seemed like a non-issue really; like they were born behind the wheel. Not so for the baby. It started when I told her to get in it and drive up to the house to pick me up. I watched as the car backed down the driveway into the rose bushes. She came in a few minutes later and said the car won’t go forward, it’s stuck in reverse. Well, it turns out that if you don’t start the vehicle the engine isn’t very responsive. And who knew there was so much muscle coordination executing a left turn? And when you get right down to it, driving lanes really should be wider shouldn’t they? I mean, what would be wrong with eight feet of margin on each side of the vehicle? And do they really have to plant mailboxes that close to the road? Right now I’m wondering if Uber has an annual membership. It’s not that big a deal to not get a driver license right? I mean, there’s folks what live in the big city and use mass transit their whole lives. The real deal was when the idiot on the highway in front of us came to a complete stop and decided to make a right turn. Guess they never heard of turn signals or a shoulder? She did very well. Missed ‘em by inches. "Just One" came knocking hard. Thundering really. Like my heart beat. Had I not posted a promise earlier today, I would have directed her to the nearest C-store after that one. If any excuse will do - having your life flash before your eyes is a winner. Not now, not today, not for any reason.My daughter is a brilliant kid.
The biggest issue with our 17 year old who has had a license for 8 months is the unbelievable amount and level of attitude. She generally drives too fast, distracted, with the radio too loud. But what the hell do I know, I've only been driving for 36 years. Things are probably different now, right? Luckily she has a nearly straight shot to school with only a couple turns and 10 miles on one road and a 5 minute drive to work. Good luck @Athan (https://ktcforum.org/index.php?action=profile;u=258)My baby turned 16 recently so I bought her a car. Now we’re learning how to drive. The first two (her sisters) were easy. Seemed like a non-issue really; like they were born behind the wheel. Not so for the baby. It started when I told her to get in it and drive up to the house to pick me up. I watched as the car backed down the driveway into the rose bushes. She came in a few minutes later and said the car won’t go forward, it’s stuck in reverse. Well, it turns out that if you don’t start the vehicle the engine isn’t very responsive. And who knew there was so much muscle coordination executing a left turn? And when you get right down to it, driving lanes really should be wider shouldn’t they? I mean, what would be wrong with eight feet of margin on each side of the vehicle? And do they really have to plant mailboxes that close to the road? Right now I’m wondering if Uber has an annual membership. It’s not that big a deal to not get a driver license right? I mean, there’s folks what live in the big city and use mass transit their whole lives. The real deal was when the idiot on the highway in front of us came to a complete stop and decided to make a right turn. Guess they never heard of turn signals or a shoulder? She did very well. Missed ‘em by inches. "Just One" came knocking hard. Thundering really. Like my heart beat. Had I not posted a promise earlier today, I would have directed her to the nearest C-store after that one. If any excuse will do - having your life flash before your eyes is a winner. Not now, not today, not for any reason.My daughter is a brilliant kid.
Killed it in high school.
Killing it her first year in college.
She suuuuuucks as a driver for ALL the reasons you gave and then... some specific to her.
<dad shakes head and buckles up>
Hold your breath for a year or so. Rest easy, it does get better.The biggest issue with our 17 year old who has had a license for 8 months is the unbelievable amount and level of attitude. She generally drives too fast, distracted, with the radio too loud. But what the hell do I know, I've only been driving for 36 years. Things are probably different now, right? Luckily she has a nearly straight shot to school with only a couple turns and 10 miles on one road and a 5 minute drive to work. Good luck @Athan (https://ktcforum.org/index.php?action=profile;u=258)My baby turned 16 recently so I bought her a car. Now we’re learning how to drive. The first two (her sisters) were easy. Seemed like a non-issue really; like they were born behind the wheel. Not so for the baby. It started when I told her to get in it and drive up to the house to pick me up. I watched as the car backed down the driveway into the rose bushes. She came in a few minutes later and said the car won’t go forward, it’s stuck in reverse. Well, it turns out that if you don’t start the vehicle the engine isn’t very responsive. And who knew there was so much muscle coordination executing a left turn? And when you get right down to it, driving lanes really should be wider shouldn’t they? I mean, what would be wrong with eight feet of margin on each side of the vehicle? And do they really have to plant mailboxes that close to the road? Right now I’m wondering if Uber has an annual membership. It’s not that big a deal to not get a driver license right? I mean, there’s folks what live in the big city and use mass transit their whole lives. The real deal was when the idiot on the highway in front of us came to a complete stop and decided to make a right turn. Guess they never heard of turn signals or a shoulder? She did very well. Missed ‘em by inches. "Just One" came knocking hard. Thundering really. Like my heart beat. Had I not posted a promise earlier today, I would have directed her to the nearest C-store after that one. If any excuse will do - having your life flash before your eyes is a winner. Not now, not today, not for any reason.My daughter is a brilliant kid.
Killed it in high school.
Killing it her first year in college.
She suuuuuucks as a driver for ALL the reasons you gave and then... some specific to her.
<dad shakes head and buckles up>
Omg.Hold your breath for a year or so. Rest easy, it does get better.The biggest issue with our 17 year old who has had a license for 8 months is the unbelievable amount and level of attitude. She generally drives too fast, distracted, with the radio too loud. But what the hell do I know, I've only been driving for 36 years. Things are probably different now, right? Luckily she has a nearly straight shot to school with only a couple turns and 10 miles on one road and a 5 minute drive to work. Good luck @Athan (https://ktcforum.org/index.php?action=profile;u=258)My baby turned 16 recently so I bought her a car. Now we’re learning how to drive. The first two (her sisters) were easy. Seemed like a non-issue really; like they were born behind the wheel. Not so for the baby. It started when I told her to get in it and drive up to the house to pick me up. I watched as the car backed down the driveway into the rose bushes. She came in a few minutes later and said the car won’t go forward, it’s stuck in reverse. Well, it turns out that if you don’t start the vehicle the engine isn’t very responsive. And who knew there was so much muscle coordination executing a left turn? And when you get right down to it, driving lanes really should be wider shouldn’t they? I mean, what would be wrong with eight feet of margin on each side of the vehicle? And do they really have to plant mailboxes that close to the road? Right now I’m wondering if Uber has an annual membership. It’s not that big a deal to not get a driver license right? I mean, there’s folks what live in the big city and use mass transit their whole lives. The real deal was when the idiot on the highway in front of us came to a complete stop and decided to make a right turn. Guess they never heard of turn signals or a shoulder? She did very well. Missed ‘em by inches. "Just One" came knocking hard. Thundering really. Like my heart beat. Had I not posted a promise earlier today, I would have directed her to the nearest C-store after that one. If any excuse will do - having your life flash before your eyes is a winner. Not now, not today, not for any reason.My daughter is a brilliant kid.
Killed it in high school.
Killing it her first year in college.
She suuuuuucks as a driver for ALL the reasons you gave and then... some specific to her.
<dad shakes head and buckles up>
Right now, she's still very afraid - there's hope!Omg.Hold your breath for a year or so. Rest easy, it does get better.The biggest issue with our 17 year old who has had a license for 8 months is the unbelievable amount and level of attitude. She generally drives too fast, distracted, with the radio too loud. But what the hell do I know, I've only been driving for 36 years. Things are probably different now, right? Luckily she has a nearly straight shot to school with only a couple turns and 10 miles on one road and a 5 minute drive to work. Good luck @Athan (https://ktcforum.org/index.php?action=profile;u=258)My baby turned 16 recently so I bought her a car. Now we’re learning how to drive. The first two (her sisters) were easy. Seemed like a non-issue really; like they were born behind the wheel. Not so for the baby. It started when I told her to get in it and drive up to the house to pick me up. I watched as the car backed down the driveway into the rose bushes. She came in a few minutes later and said the car won’t go forward, it’s stuck in reverse. Well, it turns out that if you don’t start the vehicle the engine isn’t very responsive. And who knew there was so much muscle coordination executing a left turn? And when you get right down to it, driving lanes really should be wider shouldn’t they? I mean, what would be wrong with eight feet of margin on each side of the vehicle? And do they really have to plant mailboxes that close to the road? Right now I’m wondering if Uber has an annual membership. It’s not that big a deal to not get a driver license right? I mean, there’s folks what live in the big city and use mass transit their whole lives. The real deal was when the idiot on the highway in front of us came to a complete stop and decided to make a right turn. Guess they never heard of turn signals or a shoulder? She did very well. Missed ‘em by inches. "Just One" came knocking hard. Thundering really. Like my heart beat. Had I not posted a promise earlier today, I would have directed her to the nearest C-store after that one. If any excuse will do - having your life flash before your eyes is a winner. Not now, not today, not for any reason.My daughter is a brilliant kid.
Killed it in high school.
Killing it her first year in college.
She suuuuuucks as a driver for ALL the reasons you gave and then... some specific to her.
<dad shakes head and buckles up>
The “know it all” >:(
Afraid is good, it should keep her cautiousRight now, she's still very afraid - there's hope!Omg.Hold your breath for a year or so. Rest easy, it does get better.The biggest issue with our 17 year old who has had a license for 8 months is the unbelievable amount and level of attitude. She generally drives too fast, distracted, with the radio too loud. But what the hell do I know, I've only been driving for 36 years. Things are probably different now, right? Luckily she has a nearly straight shot to school with only a couple turns and 10 miles on one road and a 5 minute drive to work. Good luck @Athan (https://ktcforum.org/index.php?action=profile;u=258)My baby turned 16 recently so I bought her a car. Now we’re learning how to drive. The first two (her sisters) were easy. Seemed like a non-issue really; like they were born behind the wheel. Not so for the baby. It started when I told her to get in it and drive up to the house to pick me up. I watched as the car backed down the driveway into the rose bushes. She came in a few minutes later and said the car won’t go forward, it’s stuck in reverse. Well, it turns out that if you don’t start the vehicle the engine isn’t very responsive. And who knew there was so much muscle coordination executing a left turn? And when you get right down to it, driving lanes really should be wider shouldn’t they? I mean, what would be wrong with eight feet of margin on each side of the vehicle? And do they really have to plant mailboxes that close to the road? Right now I’m wondering if Uber has an annual membership. It’s not that big a deal to not get a driver license right? I mean, there’s folks what live in the big city and use mass transit their whole lives. The real deal was when the idiot on the highway in front of us came to a complete stop and decided to make a right turn. Guess they never heard of turn signals or a shoulder? She did very well. Missed ‘em by inches. "Just One" came knocking hard. Thundering really. Like my heart beat. Had I not posted a promise earlier today, I would have directed her to the nearest C-store after that one. If any excuse will do - having your life flash before your eyes is a winner. Not now, not today, not for any reason.My daughter is a brilliant kid.
Killed it in high school.
Killing it her first year in college.
She suuuuuucks as a driver for ALL the reasons you gave and then... some specific to her.
<dad shakes head and buckles up>
The “know it all” >:(
Jury duty. As I sit here waiting for the proceedings to begin, I’m starkly aware that I’m not gutting it behind my mask wondering when we get a break so I can replace my wad. That’s exactly what I’d be doing if I hadn’t said ENOUGH! 1,212 days ago. Not now, not today, not for any reason.I won! They picked me! I’ve been awarded six months Grand Jury Duty!
double congrats!!Jury duty. As I sit here waiting for the proceedings to begin, I’m starkly aware that I’m not gutting it behind my mask wondering when we get a break so I can replace my wad. That’s exactly what I’d be doing if I hadn’t said ENOUGH! 1,212 days ago. Not now, not today, not for any reason.I won! They picked me! I’ve been awarded six months Grand Jury Duty!
Think I got a notice recently, it's lost in the pile of paperwork on my desk. Hope I wasn't supposed to be there this weekdouble congrats!!Jury duty. As I sit here waiting for the proceedings to begin, I’m starkly aware that I’m not gutting it behind my mask wondering when we get a break so I can replace my wad. That’s exactly what I’d be doing if I hadn’t said ENOUGH! 1,212 days ago. Not now, not today, not for any reason.I won! They picked me! I’ve been awarded six months Grand Jury Duty!
Experienced an incongruity of thought with the Mrs. while shopping. Decided to walk home lest I utter something worthy of sleeping on the couch for a week. Not a long trek as the crow flies as it’s through the woods and avoiding the roundabout path of the highway. A light drizzly rain adds to the poor choice yet serves only to augment my stubborn bent. I was a few miles into it when I encounter the railroad tracks. I’d forgotten I’d have to traverse the railroad tracks. The embankment is steep on either side stretching for miles north and south, I’m headed east. I attack it at an angle but to no avail. I soon find myself slipping head long down the incline and picking up speed. At the last moment I decide to jump, opting to land vertical instead of headfirst into the gravel and ties. I felt it immediately – the ruptured tendon in the right foot. You know that moment when you realize that the course that you’ve set upon has become untenable? I had one of those. I’m still a few miles from home and no longer ambulatory. The rain is picking up. I consider my options. Traversing up the opposite side and then miles through the forest is looking less and less likely as my foot begins to swell and throb. I decide to follow the railroad tracks into town where they cross the highway. I’m going to have to swallow my intractable pride; I’m going to have to call her, apologize for my intransigence and ask for help. Damn it all. I make my way painfully along, hobbling from tie to tie, a cacophony of frogs and crows mocking me as I slink along.that pop I heard and felt was the peroneus longus and brevis tendons. Having surgery in an hour or so. Instead of sneaking a last lipper before they put me under I'm just wishing for a cup of coffee to deliver the morning package. I'm not planning ahead with stashing a can in the car to try and pack one in while loopy. Not using this as an excuse to have just one. Instead, I'm posting roll and blogging out yet another victory over the weed and US tobacco. hooah.
Fast forward 4 hours. I’m now home on the couch having been released from the ER and sitting with my foot elevated per doctors orders when my phone rings. It’s my daughter. All college students are required to be tested for CoVid prior to attending fall classes. She’s positive (no symptoms whatsoever). We are all now quarantined for two weeks.
If there were ever a ‘just one’ moment this is it, the quitionary says look right here when you look it up. There’s just no end to them. This wouldn’t have been a just one event; it would have been a balls out chew like there’s no tomorrow honey go by me a sleeve. So that’s why I posted my promise yesterday and why I’m posting it today and why I’ll post it tomorrow. Because ‘just one’ is out there, with my name on it, waiting for me.
I pray everything goes well.Experienced an incongruity of thought with the Mrs. while shopping. Decided to walk home lest I utter something worthy of sleeping on the couch for a week. Not a long trek as the crow flies as it’s through the woods and avoiding the roundabout path of the highway. A light drizzly rain adds to the poor choice yet serves only to augment my stubborn bent. I was a few miles into it when I encounter the railroad tracks. I’d forgotten I’d have to traverse the railroad tracks. The embankment is steep on either side stretching for miles north and south, I’m headed east. I attack it at an angle but to no avail. I soon find myself slipping head long down the incline and picking up speed. At the last moment I decide to jump, opting to land vertical instead of headfirst into the gravel and ties. I felt it immediately – the ruptured tendon in the right foot. You know that moment when you realize that the course that you’ve set upon has become untenable? I had one of those. I’m still a few miles from home and no longer ambulatory. The rain is picking up. I consider my options. Traversing up the opposite side and then miles through the forest is looking less and less likely as my foot begins to swell and throb. I decide to follow the railroad tracks into town where they cross the highway. I’m going to have to swallow my intractable pride; I’m going to have to call her, apologize for my intransigence and ask for help. Damn it all. I make my way painfully along, hobbling from tie to tie, a cacophony of frogs and crows mocking me as I slink along.that pop I heard and felt was the peroneus longus and brevis tendons. Having surgery in an hour or so. Instead of sneaking a last lipper before they put me under I'm just wishing for a cup of coffee to deliver the morning package. I'm not planning ahead with stashing a can in the car to try and pack one in while loopy. Not using this as an excuse to have just one. Instead, I'm posting roll and blogging out yet another victory over the weed and US tobacco. hooah.
Fast forward 4 hours. I’m now home on the couch having been released from the ER and sitting with my foot elevated per doctors orders when my phone rings. It’s my daughter. All college students are required to be tested for CoVid prior to attending fall classes. She’s positive (no symptoms whatsoever). We are all now quarantined for two weeks.
If there were ever a ‘just one’ moment this is it, the quitionary says look right here when you look it up. There’s just no end to them. This wouldn’t have been a just one event; it would have been a balls out chew like there’s no tomorrow honey go by me a sleeve. So that’s why I posted my promise yesterday and why I’m posting it today and why I’ll post it tomorrow. Because ‘just one’ is out there, with my name on it, waiting for me.
Best of luck. Heal quickly.I pray everything goes well.Experienced an incongruity of thought with the Mrs. while shopping. Decided to walk home lest I utter something worthy of sleeping on the couch for a week. Not a long trek as the crow flies as it’s through the woods and avoiding the roundabout path of the highway. A light drizzly rain adds to the poor choice yet serves only to augment my stubborn bent. I was a few miles into it when I encounter the railroad tracks. I’d forgotten I’d have to traverse the railroad tracks. The embankment is steep on either side stretching for miles north and south, I’m headed east. I attack it at an angle but to no avail. I soon find myself slipping head long down the incline and picking up speed. At the last moment I decide to jump, opting to land vertical instead of headfirst into the gravel and ties. I felt it immediately – the ruptured tendon in the right foot. You know that moment when you realize that the course that you’ve set upon has become untenable? I had one of those. I’m still a few miles from home and no longer ambulatory. The rain is picking up. I consider my options. Traversing up the opposite side and then miles through the forest is looking less and less likely as my foot begins to swell and throb. I decide to follow the railroad tracks into town where they cross the highway. I’m going to have to swallow my intractable pride; I’m going to have to call her, apologize for my intransigence and ask for help. Damn it all. I make my way painfully along, hobbling from tie to tie, a cacophony of frogs and crows mocking me as I slink along.that pop I heard and felt was the peroneus longus and brevis tendons. Having surgery in an hour or so. Instead of sneaking a last lipper before they put me under I'm just wishing for a cup of coffee to deliver the morning package. I'm not planning ahead with stashing a can in the car to try and pack one in while loopy. Not using this as an excuse to have just one. Instead, I'm posting roll and blogging out yet another victory over the weed and US tobacco. hooah.
Fast forward 4 hours. I’m now home on the couch having been released from the ER and sitting with my foot elevated per doctors orders when my phone rings. It’s my daughter. All college students are required to be tested for CoVid prior to attending fall classes. She’s positive (no symptoms whatsoever). We are all now quarantined for two weeks.
If there were ever a ‘just one’ moment this is it, the quitionary says look right here when you look it up. There’s just no end to them. This wouldn’t have been a just one event; it would have been a balls out chew like there’s no tomorrow honey go by me a sleeve. So that’s why I posted my promise yesterday and why I’m posting it today and why I’ll post it tomorrow. Because ‘just one’ is out there, with my name on it, waiting for me.
I'm always available for a call if that demon starts screaming too loud.
One thousand three hundred days. Not a major milestone but still another 100 days. All in the last week - saw a brother leave to site. Had another reappear after a long hiatus to admit lying on roll. Still others returning to post a day 1. I'm routinely amazed at the power of the addiction. How so few actually break free from it and stay that way. As for my brother in April '18 who called it quits, this season of his life coming to a close - I get it, I really do. There's times where I do resent rolling in all the groups that I do, the time invested and spent. I do have stretches where I think after today this is it - just rolling in the home room from now on. Then I'm visited by reality. The reality that posting in another group or a simple message or word of encouragement to or from another quitter is what makes it all have value, how it all contributes to the context within which we all succeed. That and I'm continually reminded of the "just one" moments that are out there with my name on them. As I sit at home recuperating from surgery (thanks for the books @S412 (https://ktcforum.org/index.php?action=profile;u=152) !) I've had my share of them. They will always be there - there's no end to them. They don't claw at me incessantly as they did for the first hundred days or so but they're there nonetheless, patiently waiting. They always will be. That's why I'm still posting. Every day. In more than just my home room. If you're a new guy, contemplating the decision to join the ranks of the free - DO IT. Wade into it. Go all in. Roll with a few groups and spread the love.
While slavery has many forms, many guises, there's simply no substitute for freedom.
Congrats @Athan (https://ktcforum.org/index.php?action=profile;u=258) You keep doing you and let those days add up. Proud to quit with you today.One thousand three hundred days. Not a major milestone but still another 100 days. All in the last week - saw a brother leave to site. Had another reappear after a long hiatus to admit lying on roll. Still others returning to post a day 1. I'm routinely amazed at the power of the addiction. How so few actually break free from it and stay that way. As for my brother in April '18 who called it quits, this season of his life coming to a close - I get it, I really do. There's times where I do resent rolling in all the groups that I do, the time invested and spent. I do have stretches where I think after today this is it - just rolling in the home room from now on. Then I'm visited by reality. The reality that posting in another group or a simple message or word of encouragement to or from another quitter is what makes it all have value, how it all contributes to the context within which we all succeed. That and I'm continually reminded of the "just one" moments that are out there with my name on them. As I sit at home recuperating from surgery (thanks for the books @S412 (https://ktcforum.org/index.php?action=profile;u=152) !) I've had my share of them. They will always be there - there's no end to them. They don't claw at me incessantly as they did for the first hundred days or so but they're there nonetheless, patiently waiting. They always will be. That's why I'm still posting. Every day. In more than just my home room. If you're a new guy, contemplating the decision to join the ranks of the free - DO IT. Wade into it. Go all in. Roll with a few groups and spread the love.
While slavery has many forms, many guises, there's simply no substitute for freedom.
@Athan (https://ktcforum.org/index.php?action=profile;u=258) congrats on your 13th HOF
Thanks man, will do! Every time I've tried to do someone else it hasn't worked out too well ;DCongrats @Athan (https://ktcforum.org/index.php?action=profile;u=258) You keep doing you and let those days add up. Proud to quit with you today.One thousand three hundred days. Not a major milestone but still another 100 days. All in the last week - saw a brother leave to site. Had another reappear after a long hiatus to admit lying on roll. Still others returning to post a day 1. I'm routinely amazed at the power of the addiction. How so few actually break free from it and stay that way. As for my brother in April '18 who called it quits, this season of his life coming to a close - I get it, I really do. There's times where I do resent rolling in all the groups that I do, the time invested and spent. I do have stretches where I think after today this is it - just rolling in the home room from now on. Then I'm visited by reality. The reality that posting in another group or a simple message or word of encouragement to or from another quitter is what makes it all have value, how it all contributes to the context within which we all succeed. That and I'm continually reminded of the "just one" moments that are out there with my name on them. As I sit at home recuperating from surgery (thanks for the books @S412 (https://ktcforum.org/index.php?action=profile;u=152) !) I've had my share of them. They will always be there - there's no end to them. They don't claw at me incessantly as they did for the first hundred days or so but they're there nonetheless, patiently waiting. They always will be. That's why I'm still posting. Every day. In more than just my home room. If you're a new guy, contemplating the decision to join the ranks of the free - DO IT. Wade into it. Go all in. Roll with a few groups and spread the love.
While slavery has many forms, many guises, there's simply no substitute for freedom.
@Athan (https://ktcforum.org/index.php?action=profile;u=258) congrats on your 13th HOF
Congrats on the level up, Athan! This post resonated with me this morning, thanks. Proud to quit with you each and every day.Thanks man, will do! Every time I've tried to do someone else it hasn't worked out too well ;DCongrats @Athan (https://ktcforum.org/index.php?action=profile;u=258) You keep doing you and let those days add up. Proud to quit with you today.One thousand three hundred days. Not a major milestone but still another 100 days. All in the last week - saw a brother leave to site. Had another reappear after a long hiatus to admit lying on roll. Still others returning to post a day 1. I'm routinely amazed at the power of the addiction. How so few actually break free from it and stay that way. As for my brother in April '18 who called it quits, this season of his life coming to a close - I get it, I really do. There's times where I do resent rolling in all the groups that I do, the time invested and spent. I do have stretches where I think after today this is it - just rolling in the home room from now on. Then I'm visited by reality. The reality that posting in another group or a simple message or word of encouragement to or from another quitter is what makes it all have value, how it all contributes to the context within which we all succeed. That and I'm continually reminded of the "just one" moments that are out there with my name on them. As I sit at home recuperating from surgery (thanks for the books @S412 (https://ktcforum.org/index.php?action=profile;u=152) !) I've had my share of them. They will always be there - there's no end to them. They don't claw at me incessantly as they did for the first hundred days or so but they're there nonetheless, patiently waiting. They always will be. That's why I'm still posting. Every day. In more than just my home room. If you're a new guy, contemplating the decision to join the ranks of the free - DO IT. Wade into it. Go all in. Roll with a few groups and spread the love.
While slavery has many forms, many guises, there's simply no substitute for freedom.
@Athan (https://ktcforum.org/index.php?action=profile;u=258) congrats on your 13th HOF
#1. Between the pressures of life and everything in between, I picked up that dip and thought I could just have one. I was dead wrong.
I just got a QUIT stiffy...Thank you my friend!Quote#1. Between the pressures of life and everything in between, I picked up that dip and thought I could just have one. I was dead wrong.
From a dude returning after a 5 year hiatus. This is why I'm still here. I've had too many 'just one' thoughts even posting every day. If I pick up and 'move on' I'll be packing it in with in two months time. Guaranteed. Not now. Not today. Not for any reason.
There are too many to thank - but to all of you, those who came before me, those quitting with me, and those who quit after me - Thank-you for providing me a context within which to maintain my freedom.
I just got a QUIT stiffy...Thank you my friend!Quote#1. Between the pressures of life and everything in between, I picked up that dip and thought I could just have one. I was dead wrong.
From a dude returning after a 5 year hiatus. This is why I'm still here. I've had too many 'just one' thoughts even posting every day. If I pick up and 'move on' I'll be packing it in with in two months time. Guaranteed. Not now. Not today. Not for any reason.
There are too many to thank - but to all of you, those who came before me, those quitting with me, and those who quit after me - Thank-you for providing me a context within which to maintain my freedom.
Pfizer issues recall (https://www.fda.gov/drugs/drug-safety-and-availability/fda-updates-and-press-announcements-nitrosamine-varenicline-chantix) of certain Chantix doses due to cancer risk. I've never heard of a recall of atomic fireballs or gum or cinnamon stix or fake chew. If you're on the ropes with anxiety during withdrawal, talk to your health care provider about your options.Having a great quit brother saved my sorry butt twice. I am not one to gloat but I have two other guys that I can say they called on me to help when they hit rock bottom. They are still quit also. Having a crew that you can text daily sets you up for SUCCESS not FAILURE!!! Wish more would do that very thing Athan. Thanks for being a huge part of many peoples quit.
You could always call or text a brother in quit and talk through it. It's free, it's effective, and it has worked every time I ever did it.
Just replaced the wax ring on the downstairs commode. Sans nicotine of course. I figure I saved myself $75 for the plumber and $5 for the can of worm dirt for a grand total of $80. The way things are going lately I figure I'm gonna need to save every penny.I’ll be right here with you brother.
On a sad note, a co-worker is back smoking again. He was clean 6 months. Just reiterated to me that anyone can stop for a while. It's staying clean for the long haul that counts. Still here. Still clean. Still free. One Day At A Time.
Younger brother just had ALL of his teeth removed. FU big tobacco.Sorry to hear brother. Keeping him in my thoughts and prayers.
How is the view brother? Congrats on hitting the 14th @Athan (https://ktcforum.org/index.php?action=profile;u=258)By golly - the view is spectacular! 18 guests on the fence pondering, wondering, waiting. The ONLY difference between you and me is that I made the decision. You can too. Put that can down and reclaim your life. Going through withdrawals is a drag but not as big a drag as having all of your teeth pulled or esophageal cancer. The thing is, you only gotta go through the suck once. Then freedom is just lying in wait on the other side. We here, waiting to give you support along the way. You've nothing to lose and everything to gain.
Congratulations on the big 14th @Athan (https://ktcforum.org/index.php?action=profile;u=258) . Well done brother!How is the view brother? Congrats on hitting the 14th @Athan (https://ktcforum.org/index.php?action=profile;u=258)By golly - the view is spectacular! 18 guests on the fence pondering, wondering, waiting. The ONLY difference between you and me is that I made the decision. You can too. Put that can down and reclaim your life. Going through withdrawals is a drag but not as big a drag as having all of your teeth pulled or esophageal cancer. The thing is, you only gotta go through the suck once. Then freedom is just lying in wait on the other side. We here, waiting to give you support along the way. You've nothing to lose and everything to gain.
Like big Chris says, "addiction is giving up everything for one thing. Recovery is giving up one thing for everything".
You ROCKKKKKkkk!!!!! 'lift'Congratulations on the big 14th @Athan (https://ktcforum.org/index.php?action=profile;u=258) . Well done brother!How is the view brother? Congrats on hitting the 14th @Athan (https://ktcforum.org/index.php?action=profile;u=258)By golly - the view is spectacular! 18 guests on the fence pondering, wondering, waiting. The ONLY difference between you and me is that I made the decision. You can too. Put that can down and reclaim your life. Going through withdrawals is a drag but not as big a drag as having all of your teeth pulled or esophageal cancer. The thing is, you only gotta go through the suck once. Then freedom is just lying in wait on the other side. We here, waiting to give you support along the way. You've nothing to lose and everything to gain.
Like big Chris says, "addiction is giving up everything for one thing. Recovery is giving up one thing for everything".
Aw shucks FLLip, the only reason I made it this far is because vets like you and Chick paved the way, stuck around, and provided a context of quit. Hat's off to ya both!!You ROCKKKKKkkk!!!!! 'lift'Congratulations on the big 14th @Athan (https://ktcforum.org/index.php?action=profile;u=258) . Well done brother!How is the view brother? Congrats on hitting the 14th @Athan (https://ktcforum.org/index.php?action=profile;u=258)By golly - the view is spectacular! 18 guests on the fence pondering, wondering, waiting. The ONLY difference between you and me is that I made the decision. You can too. Put that can down and reclaim your life. Going through withdrawals is a drag but not as big a drag as having all of your teeth pulled or esophageal cancer. The thing is, you only gotta go through the suck once. Then freedom is just lying in wait on the other side. We here, waiting to give you support along the way. You've nothing to lose and everything to gain.
Like big Chris says, "addiction is giving up everything for one thing. Recovery is giving up one thing for everything".
Congrats on 5 years brother. Keep kicking ass @Athan (https://ktcforum.org/index.php?action=profile;u=258)Thanks Keith - it's been quite a ride. Blogging it out here in the intro and interacting with all you fine quitters has been more effective and far more valuable to me than any therapist could ever have been as I've faced the travails of all that encompasses what we call life. It happens. Quitters stay quit. One Day At A Time.
Happy 5 years free @Athan (https://ktcforum.org/index.php?action=profile;u=258) !!Congrats on 5 years brother. Keep kicking ass @Athan (https://ktcforum.org/index.php?action=profile;u=258)Thanks Keith - it's been quite a ride. Blogging it out here in the intro and interacting with all you fine quitters has been more effective and far more valuable to me than any therapist could ever have been as I've faced the travails of all that encompasses what we call life. It happens. Quitters stay quit. One Day At A Time.
belated 5 years man, miss guys like you on discord your guidance early on really was a staple in my quit.Happy 5 years free @Athan (https://ktcforum.org/index.php?action=profile;u=258) !!Congrats on 5 years brother. Keep kicking ass @Athan (https://ktcforum.org/index.php?action=profile;u=258)Thanks Keith - it's been quite a ride. Blogging it out here in the intro and interacting with all you fine quitters has been more effective and far more valuable to me than any therapist could ever have been as I've faced the travails of all that encompasses what we call life. It happens. Quitters stay quit. One Day At A Time.
The Plan!Truth! lol!
In the beginning was the Plan.
And then came the assumptions.
And the assumptions were without substance.
And darkness was upon the face of the workers
And they spake amongst themselves, saying
"It is a crock of shit and it stinketh".
And the workers went to their supervisors and sayeth
"It is a pile of dung and none may abide the odor thereof."
And the supervisors went to the managers and sayeth unto them
"It is a container of excrement and it is very strong such that none may abide by it."
And the managers went to the planners and sayeth unto them
"It is a vessel of fertilizer and none may abide its strength."
And the planners went to the Assistant Directors and sayeth
"It contains that which aids growth and it is very strong."
And the Assistant Directors went to the Deputy Assistant Director and sayeth
"It promoteth growth and it is very powerful."
And the Assistant Deputy Director went to the Director and sayeth unto him
"This powerful new Plan will actively promote the growth and efficiency of the department."
And the Director looked upon the Plan and saw that it was good.
And the Plan became policy