Happy fucking New Year. As I look back on the past year and truly think about whether 2014 was one of the good one, my boy Gilbert Arenas,AKA Agent Zero, comes to mind. Arenas was one of my favorite basketball players of all time. He used to write a blog on the NBA site where he would just crank out these profoundly cool thoughts. Well, one of the things he wrote, always stuck with me. He said you need to keep a calendar and at the end of day check off if you were happy that day and if at the end of the year you do not have at least 90% happy days, change your life. Fuck what happened that day or what was going on in your life...where you happy?. I don't keep a calendar as such, but I would generally say 2014 passed the test. Which is hard to believe given some of the shit that happened this year. The year started with my wife being diagnosed with breast cancer. She is fine, but what a pain in the ass. She never dwells on bad shit. She politely told the "pink crowd" to get a life, did what she had to do, and went on living. Just when life was returning to normal we get a letter informing us that the dude building our dream home is shutting his doors and will not be able to complete our home. Oh,and by the way, "I have not been paying the subs with the money you have been giving me, so good luck with that". Once again, we just went on living. My wife took over as the GC and I tackled legal. Turns out she is a darn good builder. My hot 54 year old, "do your homework kind of mom", wife, puts on her designer jeans and heads over to the job site at the crack of dawn. She knows nothing about building , but a shitload about people. She treats the guys with respect, asks them what they need to make their job easier, and makes sure everyone is on the same page. This is no cookie cutter house either. It's a architect designed shingle style home being built within the critical buffer zone of the Chesapeake bay.The letter arrived labor day with an electrician yet to be hired and 18 months under construction. Monday our trim carpenter is set to begin (4 months ahead of schedule). The other amazing thing dudes, is that when we stay out of shit, like design, the end product is something you will both love rather than something you both hate. Just like the cancer, she went on living. She is a professional photographer and still did a number of shoots that she had previously scheduled. That and coffee with the girls, the gym, and all the shit that she and my 3 daughters (the oldest who made our year and got engaged) are into. I do have to admit that the Pedi shit in NIIICE. Totally changed my stamina....that is how long I can toss plugs striper fishing without my feet giving out. But I digress. So It was a good year. The reason for this post though is because I am officially starting over. No, I did not cave. I just never actually quit. At least according to my wives. (daughters included). From day 5 I have been hitting SM at a basically the same rate as my first 33 years of dipping. So I am still hearing "Laxdog you spilled Skoal on the carpet", or "gross dad, get that shit out of here, it stinks" Plus that shit is messy. The residual nuggets have a half life of like 2 billion years. Its like getting syrup on everything you own. So thank you SM for saving my life, but it is time to part ways. So I am quitting the fake shit for my wife , who had a shit year, and equally for myself. Time to grow up. So for any of you newbies who are feeling like you can't make it, hit Walmart for a SM before caving. it saved my life. I should probably dump my supply, but I ordered in bulk, so would rather help out a new brother. So drop me a SM and I will send a can or 2 your way. Just pay it forward. This offer is good while supplies last :).