stepping up

[Radman]

My poison of choice was Copenhegan because it said right there on the can how satisfying it was. Every once in a while the store would be out and I'd have to settle for some other brand of poison but it was satisfaction I was in it for. The thing about cope is when it was fresh it was moist and supple but after a couple of months it was like sand. That's not to say I wouldn't have tried to pack it if there were no other options but that was just the nature of the snuff.

The other day, I stuck a file in the top drawer of my bedside table. I guess I was hoping to keep it out of sight but not out of mind. Somehow, the folder got logged behind the drawer so I ended up removing everything from the drawer to get my fat arm above the back of the drawer to retrieve it. Anyway, this drawer has been a catch all for years and I never really go through it. Among its contents were two double nicorette gum tablet packages (megamilligrams) and half a can of Wintergreen Kodiak. I had no idea that stuff was there and I opened the can seeing it was moist and supple. My eyebrow twitched but I got up and dumped the shit in the shittah. I then retrieved the kitchen shears and cut up the gum packages into the bowl and flushed it all away, watching it, washing my hands thinking this...

So, the last couple of weeks have really sucked. I realize my problems are no different or no worse then anyone else's. My kid thinks I'm an asshole and to a certain extent he might be right but I'll tell you this, I'm a quit asshole. Two hundred and fifty days with all of you has taught me that it doesn't really matter what form she comes to you in, she will come. And it doesn't matter how shitty your life is at any given moment, Nicole will only make it shittier. Something else to, honoring my promise to you under adverse conditions today feels pretty fucking good. Never again for any reason! Let's do it again tomorrow.

Kick ass! Me and my boy battle. He thinks I'm an asshole too. You just reminded me that I am a quit asshole. No one will take my quit status from me. Nic can't take it. Only I can't surrender. None of my flags are white. I have a red one that I wave when I'm in trouble but no white flag and no white towel.

I'm a quitter! From one asshole to anotherway may the quit be with you.

Hey guys I got news for you! Nicotine or not, quit or not being a dad has its privileges one of those is you get to be an asshole from time to time! From my experience after they are on their own for a few years and really screw up you turn into a damn smart asshole! It's like quitting it gets easier with time.

The real question is why you needed a file in the drawer of your bedside table. Is this in the event you lose the keys to the handcuffs 'boob'

I guess Jbuilder has never been left in a compromising position during a fire alarm. :rolleyes:
We didn't have kids because we wanted more friends but I'm sure glad you folks are out there to sound off with.
'arse'

I have a sincere question for you. When you first saw that can. Not when you touched it, or when you opened it, but when you very first caught sight of it..... what was your body's reaction?

I ask because I had a similar experience a few months ago. I opened a desk drawer (the one where I used to keep my dip  chew), and saw the edge of what looked just like a Redman Golden Blend (my poison of choice) pack. It wasn't, but my reaction was enlightening.

[copingwithoutcopen]

My poison of choice was Copenhegan because it said right there on the can how satisfying it was. Every once in a while the store would be out and I'd have to settle for some other brand of poison but it was satisfaction I was in it for. The thing about cope is when it was fresh it was moist and supple but after a couple of months it was like sand. That's not to say I wouldn't have tried to pack it if there were no other options but that was just the nature of the snuff.

The other day, I stuck a file in the top drawer of my bedside table. I guess I was hoping to keep it out of sight but not out of mind. Somehow, the folder got logged behind the drawer so I ended up removing everything from the drawer to get my fat arm above the back of the drawer to retrieve it. Anyway, this drawer has been a catch all for years and I never really go through it. Among its contents were two double nicorette gum tablet packages (megamilligrams) and half a can of Wintergreen Kodiak. I had no idea that stuff was there and I opened the can seeing it was moist and supple. My eyebrow twitched but I got up and dumped the shit in the shittah. I then retrieved the kitchen shears and cut up the gum packages into the bowl and flushed it all away, watching it, washing my hands thinking this...

So, the last couple of weeks have really sucked. I realize my problems are no different or no worse then anyone else's. My kid thinks I'm an asshole and to a certain extent he might be right but I'll tell you this, I'm a quit asshole. Two hundred and fifty days with all of you has taught me that it doesn't really matter what form she comes to you in, she will come. And it doesn't matter how shitty your life is at any given moment, Nicole will only make it shittier. Something else to, honoring my promise to you under adverse conditions today feels pretty fucking good. Never again for any reason! Let's do it again tomorrow.

Kick ass! Me and my boy battle. He thinks I'm an asshole too. You just reminded me that I am a quit asshole. No one will take my quit status from me. Nic can't take it. Only I can't surrender. None of my flags are white. I have a red one that I wave when I'm in trouble but no white flag and no white towel.

I'm a quitter! From one asshole to anotherway may the quit be with you.

Hey guys I got news for you! Nicotine or not, quit or not being a dad has its privileges one of those is you get to be an asshole from time to time! From my experience after they are on their own for a few years and really screw up you turn into a damn smart asshole! It's like quitting it gets easier with time.

The real question is why you needed a file in the drawer of your bedside table. Is this in the event you lose the keys to the handcuffs 'boob'

I guess Jbuilder has never been left in a compromising position during a fire alarm. :rolleyes:
We didn't have kids because we wanted more friends but I'm sure glad you folks are out there to sound off with.
'arse'

[jbuilder7916]

My poison of choice was Copenhegan because it said right there on the can how satisfying it was. Every once in a while the store would be out and I'd have to settle for some other brand of poison but it was satisfaction I was in it for. The thing about cope is when it was fresh it was moist and supple but after a couple of months it was like sand. That's not to say I wouldn't have tried to pack it if there were no other options but that was just the nature of the snuff.

The other day, I stuck a file in the top drawer of my bedside table. I guess I was hoping to keep it out of sight but not out of mind. Somehow, the folder got logged behind the drawer so I ended up removing everything from the drawer to get my fat arm above the back of the drawer to retrieve it. Anyway, this drawer has been a catch all for years and I never really go through it. Among its contents were two double nicorette gum tablet packages (megamilligrams) and half a can of Wintergreen Kodiak. I had no idea that stuff was there and I opened the can seeing it was moist and supple. My eyebrow twitched but I got up and dumped the shit in the shittah. I then retrieved the kitchen shears and cut up the gum packages into the bowl and flushed it all away, watching it, washing my hands thinking this...

So, the last couple of weeks have really sucked. I realize my problems are no different or no worse then anyone else's. My kid thinks I'm an asshole and to a certain extent he might be right but I'll tell you this, I'm a quit asshole. Two hundred and fifty days with all of you has taught me that it doesn't really matter what form she comes to you in, she will come. And it doesn't matter how shitty your life is at any given moment, Nicole will only make it shittier. Something else to, honoring my promise to you under adverse conditions today feels pretty fucking good. Never again for any reason! Let's do it again tomorrow.

Kick ass! Me and my boy battle. He thinks I'm an asshole too. You just reminded me that I am a quit asshole. No one will take my quit status from me. Nic can't take it. Only I can't surrender. None of my flags are white. I have a red one that I wave when I'm in trouble but no white flag and no white towel.

I'm a quitter! From one asshole to anotherway may the quit be with you.

Hey guys I got news for you! Nicotine or not, quit or not being a dad has its privileges one of those is you get to be an asshole from time to time! From my experience after they are on their own for a few years and really screw up you turn into a damn smart asshole! It's like quitting it gets easier with time.

The real question is why you needed a file in the drawer of your bedside table. Is this in the event you lose the keys to the handcuffs 'boob'

[Wt57]

My poison of choice was Copenhegan because it said right there on the can how satisfying it was. Every once in a while the store would be out and I'd have to settle for some other brand of poison but it was satisfaction I was in it for. The thing about cope is when it was fresh it was moist and supple but after a couple of months it was like sand. That's not to say I wouldn't have tried to pack it if there were no other options but that was just the nature of the snuff.

The other day, I stuck a file in the top drawer of my bedside table. I guess I was hoping to keep it out of sight but not out of mind. Somehow, the folder got logged behind the drawer so I ended up removing everything from the drawer to get my fat arm above the back of the drawer to retrieve it. Anyway, this drawer has been a catch all for years and I never really go through it. Among its contents were two double nicorette gum tablet packages (megamilligrams) and half a can of Wintergreen Kodiak. I had no idea that stuff was there and I opened the can seeing it was moist and supple. My eyebrow twitched but I got up and dumped the shit in the shittah. I then retrieved the kitchen shears and cut up the gum packages into the bowl and flushed it all away, watching it, washing my hands thinking this...

So, the last couple of weeks have really sucked. I realize my problems are no different or no worse then anyone else's. My kid thinks I'm an asshole and to a certain extent he might be right but I'll tell you this, I'm a quit asshole. Two hundred and fifty days with all of you has taught me that it doesn't really matter what form she comes to you in, she will come. And it doesn't matter how shitty your life is at any given moment, Nicole will only make it shittier. Something else to, honoring my promise to you under adverse conditions today feels pretty fucking good. Never again for any reason! Let's do it again tomorrow.

Kick ass! Me and my boy battle. He thinks I'm an asshole too. You just reminded me that I am a quit asshole. No one will take my quit status from me. Nic can't take it. Only I can't surrender. None of my flags are white. I have a red one that I wave when I'm in trouble but no white flag and no white towel.

I'm a quitter! From one asshole to anotherway may the quit be with you.

Hey guys I got news for you! Nicotine or not, quit or not being a dad has its privileges one of those is you get to be an asshole from time to time! From my experience after they are on their own for a few years and really screw up you turn into a damn smart asshole! It's like quitting it gets easier with time.

[Mthomas3824]

My poison of choice was Copenhegan because it said right there on the can how satisfying it was. Every once in a while the store would be out and I'd have to settle for some other brand of poison but it was satisfaction I was in it for. The thing about cope is when it was fresh it was moist and supple but after a couple of months it was like sand. That's not to say I wouldn't have tried to pack it if there were no other options but that was just the nature of the snuff.

The other day, I stuck a file in the top drawer of my bedside table. I guess I was hoping to keep it out of sight but not out of mind. Somehow, the folder got logged behind the drawer so I ended up removing everything from the drawer to get my fat arm above the back of the drawer to retrieve it. Anyway, this drawer has been a catch all for years and I never really go through it. Among its contents were two double nicorette gum tablet packages (megamilligrams) and half a can of Wintergreen Kodiak. I had no idea that stuff was there and I opened the can seeing it was moist and supple. My eyebrow twitched but I got up and dumped the shit in the shittah. I then retrieved the kitchen shears and cut up the gum packages into the bowl and flushed it all away, watching it, washing my hands thinking this...

So, the last couple of weeks have really sucked. I realize my problems are no different or no worse then anyone else's. My kid thinks I'm an asshole and to a certain extent he might be right but I'll tell you this, I'm a quit asshole. Two hundred and fifty days with all of you has taught me that it doesn't really matter what form she comes to you in, she will come. And it doesn't matter how shitty your life is at any given moment, Nicole will only make it shittier. Something else to, honoring my promise to you under adverse conditions today feels pretty fucking good. Never again for any reason! Let's do it again tomorrow.

Kick ass! Me and my boy battle. He thinks I'm an asshole too. You just reminded me that I am a quit asshole. No one will take my quit status from me. Nic can't take it. Only I can't surrender. None of my flags are white. I have a red one that I wave when I'm in trouble but no white flag and no white towel.

I'm a quitter! From one asshole to anotherway may the quit be with you.

[copingwithoutcopen]

My poison of choice was Copenhegan because it said right there on the can how satisfying it was. Every once in a while the store would be out and I'd have to settle for some other brand of poison but it was satisfaction I was in it for. The thing about cope is when it was fresh it was moist and supple but after a couple of months it was like sand. That's not to say I wouldn't have tried to pack it if there were no other options but that was just the nature of the snuff.

The other day, I stuck a file in the top drawer of my bedside table. I guess I was hoping to keep it out of sight but not out of mind. Somehow, the folder got logged behind the drawer so I ended up removing everything from the drawer to get my fat arm above the back of the drawer to retrieve it. Anyway, this drawer has been a catch all for years and I never really go through it. Among its contents were two double nicorette gum tablet packages (megamilligrams) and half a can of Wintergreen Kodiak. I had no idea that stuff was there and I opened the can seeing it was moist and supple. My eyebrow twitched but I got up and dumped the shit in the shittah. I then retrieved the kitchen shears and cut up the gum packages into the bowl and flushed it all away, watching it, washing my hands thinking this...

So, the last couple of weeks have really sucked. I realize my problems are no different or no worse then anyone else's. My kid thinks I'm an asshole and to a certain extent he might be right but I'll tell you this, I'm a quit asshole. Two hundred and fifty days with all of you has taught me that it doesn't really matter what form she comes to you in, she will come. And it doesn't matter how shitty your life is at any given moment, Nicole will only make it shittier. Something else to, honoring my promise to you under adverse conditions today feels pretty fucking good. Never again for any reason! Let's do it again tomorrow.

[copingwithoutcopen]

So, what your saying is if I keep posting roll everyday and honor my word, I get to laugh my nuts off, learn new crap and become a better person? Oh, and in the mean time I'll be free from the nasty shit that enslaved me, tried to kill me and took my money for almost 25 years. It's only worked for 216 days so far but I'm gonna prove you gheys right again today. Count on it.
Hey Nicole, 'Finger'

[copingwithoutcopen]

Congrats on 200 bro!

Thanks brother! Feels goo... building a mosaic of quit.

[goodtowner]

Congrats on 200 bro!

[copingwithoutcopen]

Courageous self leadership is the key to success here and out there. If you can picture it, believe explicitly in it, you can do it. 4 parts if you've got the time.

[copingwithoutcopen]

Some thoughts approaching half a year of freedom...
One day at a time adds up pretty quick. I never thought it possible but here we are.
Every cave strengthens my resolve. Being an addict keeps me on guard.
These hallowed halls are a microcosm of our society...
There are brave, freedom loving folks from every corner of this great nation and every walk of life. Warriors, teachers, engineers, protectors, producers, geeks, jocks, jar heads and even a few lawyers are represented. Nobody is left behind and our similarities bind us together, we're quit. Just like our real life communities, there are givers, takers and those that bounce between the two.
We strive to be better for ourselves, our families and our neighbors.
You learn quickly who to depend on and who you can't.
The outpouring of love, support and accountability is humbling.
I came here for help quitting dip and ended up learning more about history, politics, female anatomy, Hiafuckinku, cars, bestiality, hunting, New Zealand Hakas. Damn, I've learned shit I didn't even know I didn't know.
So thank you, you bunch of fuck tahds that help me stay quit. Thanks to all those that couldn't quite get it down. Thanks to all those that will post their promise from here on out, honor it and repeat.
153 days of liberation

[Roamcountry]

My son's best friend's father has just been diagnosed with stage 4 esophageal cancer. There won't be any treatment given the advancement and size of the tumor. He was/is a heavy smoker and will spend the rest of his days preparing to leave his wife and 13 y/o son behind at the ripe old age of 46.

Stay quit folks. Don't let regret be your final thought.

My heart breaks when I read this kind of tragedy. I think of how this could have been me. How that could be my wife and my kids. Thanks to all those here who helped me quit and who help me stay quit! No place else offers as much support as the fine people here. Reach out and take it! It will save your life!!

[copingwithoutcopen]

My son's best friend's father has just been diagnosed with stage 4 esophageal cancer. There won't be any treatment given the advancement and size of the tumor. He was/is a heavy smoker and will spend the rest of his days preparing to leave his wife and 13 y/o son behind at the ripe old age of 46.

Stay quit folks. Don't let regret be your final thought.

[bigwhitebeast]

It's good to know we're not alone! Exactly how I feel! Where have 22 weeks gone?

Every day gets a little better and every day we learn something new. You should be getting past the rage stage and ready to turn a new corner. Keep focused, get ready for the what the hell do I do now's. You got my number, call me anytime you need. Keep on keeping on!

[Wt57]

It's good to know we're not alone! Exactly how I feel! Where have 22 weeks gone?