I'm Back. I'm Dumb.

[Winter Green]

Day 800, and I'm tired.

My month of traveling has caught up with me, and now I'm working night and day.  It also helps that my weekend plans include a flag raising with the scouts on Friday, a wine trip on Saturday, and a double birthday party for my boys on Sunday.  My basement was trashed so I spent 2 days going through it and throwing away bags of old broken toys and things that the cats have pissed on.

I've been burning the candles at both ends here.

I really am enjoying my life right now as well.

When I first quit, it was a chore to do stuff.  I had to sometimes fake a smile while cleaning or play on the site when I should have been working on taxes.  I'd text through a craving while watching television.  I don't "have" to do that.  95% of the time, I feel fucking awesome.

Roll is and has never been a chore.  It's my promise to keep me quit.  I know that, and you will never change my mind on that.  Looking back, I wasn't "quit" when I wasn't posting roll the first time around.  I was just not using.  Now, I am 100% quit.  (My son has suggested I start a site for mom's Candy Crush addiction and his video game addiction.  He wasn't too keen on going cold turkey, but suggested it to my wife.  He gets it (I think  'crackup' ).).

I feel like I've helped many people here, but (here's the dirty little secret) that help(s) me.  It's an honor to be quit with all of you, and I wouldn't be writing this without you.  Accountability is a two way street.  I have asked for help from some of you.  I may ask for help in the future.  I'll do my best to help you in times of need.  That's why this site is magical.  I am no less of an addict because I'm 800 days quit or because my name appears in blue.  We are all addicts here, and we are all here to help one another.

Roll is both our war cry and our cry for help.

So, thank you all.  Proud to be quit here.

A wine trip? Ghey.

Oh and congrats on 8 hundo and for everything you do in this site.

Mad props.

Quit on...

Agree with Diesel. Wine tasting? Is your husband treating?

Don't forget your purse.

Seriously Waste, congratufuckinglations on 8 floors.

It's an honor brother. Shout if you ever need anything.

To be fair, it means I get to drink beer all day long on the bus, most of the wineries now brew beer as well, and the last stop is here.

And it makes Mrs. Panel frisky.

nothing wrong with drinking wine! Grats on the 800!

Congrats WP thank you for all your help along the way. Nice to bang out 800+ 1's. I will go to the last place for you, go taste all the TJ Swann you want.

A big Congratulations Mr. WastePanel!!!! 800 is simply Killer!
Thank you for all you've done for me in chat! I wouldn't be alive if it weren't for you!

How was the biker rally thing. Good job on 800. I'm only 776 days behind ya

[30isEnuff]

Day 800, and I'm tired.

My month of traveling has caught up with me, and now I'm working night and day.  It also helps that my weekend plans include a flag raising with the scouts on Friday, a wine trip on Saturday, and a double birthday party for my boys on Sunday.  My basement was trashed so I spent 2 days going through it and throwing away bags of old broken toys and things that the cats have pissed on.

I've been burning the candles at both ends here.

I really am enjoying my life right now as well.

When I first quit, it was a chore to do stuff.  I had to sometimes fake a smile while cleaning or play on the site when I should have been working on taxes.  I'd text through a craving while watching television.  I don't "have" to do that.  95% of the time, I feel fucking awesome.

Roll is and has never been a chore.  It's my promise to keep me quit.  I know that, and you will never change my mind on that.  Looking back, I wasn't "quit" when I wasn't posting roll the first time around.  I was just not using.  Now, I am 100% quit.  (My son has suggested I start a site for mom's Candy Crush addiction and his video game addiction.  He wasn't too keen on going cold turkey, but suggested it to my wife.  He gets it (I think  'crackup' ).).

I feel like I've helped many people here, but (here's the dirty little secret) that help(s) me.  It's an honor to be quit with all of you, and I wouldn't be writing this without you.  Accountability is a two way street.  I have asked for help from some of you.  I may ask for help in the future.  I'll do my best to help you in times of need.  That's why this site is magical.  I am no less of an addict because I'm 800 days quit or because my name appears in blue.  We are all addicts here, and we are all here to help one another.

Roll is both our war cry and our cry for help.

So, thank you all.  Proud to be quit here.

A wine trip? Ghey.

Oh and congrats on 8 hundo and for everything you do in this site.

Mad props.

Quit on...

Agree with Diesel. Wine tasting? Is your husband treating?

Don't forget your purse.

Seriously Waste, congratufuckinglations on 8 floors.

It's an honor brother. Shout if you ever need anything.

To be fair, it means I get to drink beer all day long on the bus, most of the wineries now brew beer as well, and the last stop is here.

And it makes Mrs. Panel frisky.

nothing wrong with drinking wine! Grats on the 800!

Congrats WP thank you for all your help along the way. Nice to bang out 800+ 1's. I will go to the last place for you, go taste all the TJ Swann you want.

A big Congratulations Mr. WastePanel!!!! 800 is simply Killer!
Thank you for all you've done for me in chat! I wouldn't be alive if it weren't for you!

[traumagnet]

Day 800, and I'm tired.

My month of traveling has caught up with me, and now I'm working night and day.  It also helps that my weekend plans include a flag raising with the scouts on Friday, a wine trip on Saturday, and a double birthday party for my boys on Sunday.  My basement was trashed so I spent 2 days going through it and throwing away bags of old broken toys and things that the cats have pissed on.

I've been burning the candles at both ends here.

I really am enjoying my life right now as well.

When I first quit, it was a chore to do stuff.  I had to sometimes fake a smile while cleaning or play on the site when I should have been working on taxes.  I'd text through a craving while watching television.  I don't "have" to do that.  95% of the time, I feel fucking awesome.

Roll is and has never been a chore.  It's my promise to keep me quit.  I know that, and you will never change my mind on that.  Looking back, I wasn't "quit" when I wasn't posting roll the first time around.  I was just not using.  Now, I am 100% quit.  (My son has suggested I start a site for mom's Candy Crush addiction and his video game addiction.  He wasn't too keen on going cold turkey, but suggested it to my wife.  He gets it (I think  'crackup' ).).

I feel like I've helped many people here, but (here's the dirty little secret) that help(s) me.  It's an honor to be quit with all of you, and I wouldn't be writing this without you.  Accountability is a two way street.  I have asked for help from some of you.  I may ask for help in the future.  I'll do my best to help you in times of need.  That's why this site is magical.  I am no less of an addict because I'm 800 days quit or because my name appears in blue.  We are all addicts here, and we are all here to help one another.

Roll is both our war cry and our cry for help.

So, thank you all.  Proud to be quit here.

A wine trip? Ghey.

Oh and congrats on 8 hundo and for everything you do in this site.

Mad props.

Quit on...

Agree with Diesel. Wine tasting? Is your husband treating?

Don't forget your purse.

Seriously Waste, congratufuckinglations on 8 floors.

It's an honor brother. Shout if you ever need anything.

To be fair, it means I get to drink beer all day long on the bus, most of the wineries now brew beer as well, and the last stop is here.

And it makes Mrs. Panel frisky.

nothing wrong with drinking wine! Grats on the 800!

Congrats WP thank you for all your help along the way. Nice to bang out 800+ 1's. I will go to the last place for you, go taste all the TJ Swann you want.

[Dougie]

Day 800, and I'm tired.

My month of traveling has caught up with me, and now I'm working night and day.  It also helps that my weekend plans include a flag raising with the scouts on Friday, a wine trip on Saturday, and a double birthday party for my boys on Sunday.  My basement was trashed so I spent 2 days going through it and throwing away bags of old broken toys and things that the cats have pissed on.

I've been burning the candles at both ends here.

I really am enjoying my life right now as well.

When I first quit, it was a chore to do stuff.  I had to sometimes fake a smile while cleaning or play on the site when I should have been working on taxes.  I'd text through a craving while watching television.  I don't "have" to do that.  95% of the time, I feel fucking awesome.

Roll is and has never been a chore.  It's my promise to keep me quit.  I know that, and you will never change my mind on that.  Looking back, I wasn't "quit" when I wasn't posting roll the first time around.  I was just not using.  Now, I am 100% quit.  (My son has suggested I start a site for mom's Candy Crush addiction and his video game addiction.  He wasn't too keen on going cold turkey, but suggested it to my wife.  He gets it (I think  'crackup' ).).

I feel like I've helped many people here, but (here's the dirty little secret) that help(s) me.  It's an honor to be quit with all of you, and I wouldn't be writing this without you.  Accountability is a two way street.  I have asked for help from some of you.  I may ask for help in the future.  I'll do my best to help you in times of need.  That's why this site is magical.  I am no less of an addict because I'm 800 days quit or because my name appears in blue.  We are all addicts here, and we are all here to help one another.

Roll is both our war cry and our cry for help.

So, thank you all.  Proud to be quit here.

A wine trip? Ghey.

Oh and congrats on 8 hundo and for everything you do in this site.

Mad props.

Quit on...

Agree with Diesel. Wine tasting? Is your husband treating?

Don't forget your purse.

Seriously Waste, congratufuckinglations on 8 floors.

It's an honor brother. Shout if you ever need anything.

To be fair, it means I get to drink beer all day long on the bus, most of the wineries now brew beer as well, and the last stop is here.

And it makes Mrs. Panel frisky.

nothing wrong with drinking wine! Grats on the 800!

[wastepanel]

Day 800, and I'm tired.

My month of traveling has caught up with me, and now I'm working night and day.  It also helps that my weekend plans include a flag raising with the scouts on Friday, a wine trip on Saturday, and a double birthday party for my boys on Sunday.  My basement was trashed so I spent 2 days going through it and throwing away bags of old broken toys and things that the cats have pissed on.

I've been burning the candles at both ends here.

I really am enjoying my life right now as well.

When I first quit, it was a chore to do stuff.  I had to sometimes fake a smile while cleaning or play on the site when I should have been working on taxes.  I'd text through a craving while watching television.  I don't "have" to do that.  95% of the time, I feel fucking awesome.

Roll is and has never been a chore.  It's my promise to keep me quit.  I know that, and you will never change my mind on that.  Looking back, I wasn't "quit" when I wasn't posting roll the first time around.  I was just not using.  Now, I am 100% quit.  (My son has suggested I start a site for mom's Candy Crush addiction and his video game addiction.  He wasn't too keen on going cold turkey, but suggested it to my wife.  He gets it (I think  'crackup' ).).

I feel like I've helped many people here, but (here's the dirty little secret) that help(s) me.  It's an honor to be quit with all of you, and I wouldn't be writing this without you.  Accountability is a two way street.  I have asked for help from some of you.  I may ask for help in the future.  I'll do my best to help you in times of need.  That's why this site is magical.  I am no less of an addict because I'm 800 days quit or because my name appears in blue.  We are all addicts here, and we are all here to help one another.

Roll is both our war cry and our cry for help.

So, thank you all.  Proud to be quit here.

A wine trip? Ghey.

Oh and congrats on 8 hundo and for everything you do in this site.

Mad props.

Quit on...

Agree with Diesel. Wine tasting? Is your husband treating?

Don't forget your purse.

Seriously Waste, congratufuckinglations on 8 floors.

It's an honor brother. Shout if you ever need anything.

To be fair, it means I get to drink beer all day long on the bus, most of the wineries now brew beer as well, and the last stop is here.

And it makes Mrs. Panel frisky.

[Nolaq]

Day 800, and I'm tired.

My month of traveling has caught up with me, and now I'm working night and day.  It also helps that my weekend plans include a flag raising with the scouts on Friday, a wine trip on Saturday, and a double birthday party for my boys on Sunday.  My basement was trashed so I spent 2 days going through it and throwing away bags of old broken toys and things that the cats have pissed on.

I've been burning the candles at both ends here.

I really am enjoying my life right now as well.

When I first quit, it was a chore to do stuff.  I had to sometimes fake a smile while cleaning or play on the site when I should have been working on taxes.  I'd text through a craving while watching television.  I don't "have" to do that.  95% of the time, I feel fucking awesome.

Roll is and has never been a chore.  It's my promise to keep me quit.  I know that, and you will never change my mind on that.  Looking back, I wasn't "quit" when I wasn't posting roll the first time around.  I was just not using.  Now, I am 100% quit.  (My son has suggested I start a site for mom's Candy Crush addiction and his video game addiction.  He wasn't too keen on going cold turkey, but suggested it to my wife.  He gets it (I think  'crackup' ).).

I feel like I've helped many people here, but (here's the dirty little secret) that help(s) me.  It's an honor to be quit with all of you, and I wouldn't be writing this without you.  Accountability is a two way street.  I have asked for help from some of you.  I may ask for help in the future.  I'll do my best to help you in times of need.  That's why this site is magical.  I am no less of an addict because I'm 800 days quit or because my name appears in blue.  We are all addicts here, and we are all here to help one another.

Roll is both our war cry and our cry for help.

So, thank you all.  Proud to be quit here.

A wine trip? Ghey.

Oh and congrats on 8 hundo and for everything you do in this site.

Mad props.

Quit on...

Agree with Diesel. Wine tasting? Is your husband treating?

Don't forget your purse.

Seriously Waste, congratufuckinglations on 8 floors.

It's an honor brother. Shout if you ever need anything.

[Diesel2112]

Day 800, and I'm tired.

My month of traveling has caught up with me, and now I'm working night and day. It also helps that my weekend plans include a flag raising with the scouts on Friday, a wine trip on Saturday, and a double birthday party for my boys on Sunday. My basement was trashed so I spent 2 days going through it and throwing away bags of old broken toys and things that the cats have pissed on.

I've been burning the candles at both ends here.

I really am enjoying my life right now as well.

When I first quit, it was a chore to do stuff. I had to sometimes fake a smile while cleaning or play on the site when I should have been working on taxes. I'd text through a craving while watching television. I don't "have" to do that. 95% of the time, I feel fucking awesome.

Roll is and has never been a chore. It's my promise to keep me quit. I know that, and you will never change my mind on that. Looking back, I wasn't "quit" when I wasn't posting roll the first time around. I was just not using. Now, I am 100% quit. (My son has suggested I start a site for mom's Candy Crush addiction and his video game addiction. He wasn't too keen on going cold turkey, but suggested it to my wife. He gets it (I think 'crackup' ).).

I feel like I've helped many people here, but (here's the dirty little secret) that help(s) me. It's an honor to be quit with all of you, and I wouldn't be writing this without you. Accountability is a two way street. I have asked for help from some of you. I may ask for help in the future. I'll do my best to help you in times of need. That's why this site is magical. I am no less of an addict because I'm 800 days quit or because my name appears in blue. We are all addicts here, and we are all here to help one another.

Roll is both our war cry and our cry for help.

So, thank you all. Proud to be quit here.

A wine trip? Ghey.

Oh and congrats on 8 hundo and for everything you do in this site.

Mad props.

Quit on...

[wastepanel]

Day 800, and I'm tired.

My month of traveling has caught up with me, and now I'm working night and day. It also helps that my weekend plans include a flag raising with the scouts on Friday, a wine trip on Saturday, and a double birthday party for my boys on Sunday. My basement was trashed so I spent 2 days going through it and throwing away bags of old broken toys and things that the cats have pissed on.

I've been burning the candles at both ends here.

I really am enjoying my life right now as well.

When I first quit, it was a chore to do stuff. I had to sometimes fake a smile while cleaning or play on the site when I should have been working on taxes. I'd text through a craving while watching television. I don't "have" to do that. 95% of the time, I feel fucking awesome.

Roll is and has never been a chore. It's my promise to keep me quit. I know that, and you will never change my mind on that. Looking back, I wasn't "quit" when I wasn't posting roll the first time around. I was just not using. Now, I am 100% quit. (My son has suggested I start a site for mom's Candy Crush addiction and his video game addiction. He wasn't too keen on going cold turkey, but suggested it to my wife. He gets it (I think 'crackup' ).).

I feel like I've helped many people here, but (here's the dirty little secret) that help(s) me. It's an honor to be quit with all of you, and I wouldn't be writing this without you. Accountability is a two way street. I have asked for help from some of you. I may ask for help in the future. I'll do my best to help you in times of need. That's why this site is magical. I am no less of an addict because I'm 800 days quit or because my name appears in blue. We are all addicts here, and we are all here to help one another.

Roll is both our war cry and our cry for help.

So, thank you all. Proud to be quit here.

[wastepanel]

Quick question WP. What did you ever decide with the iphone with the cigarette smell.. Curious minds want to know???

I wiped down the screen with rubbing alcohol. That helped immensely, but it still has/had that smell.

However, the greatest thing about not using is that those smells fade away. I get faint wiffs of it on occasion, but then it's gone. It may smell as bad as when I first got it, but maybe I'm just getting used to it.

It did make my jaw sore for a week though.

[Tsmith17]

I love this fucking roller coaster.

There are days when everything is right.  The sun shines.  My kids are good.  My wife wants me.  People do what's right just because.

Then, there are the days when I can't win.  It starts to rain the moment I get on the tractor.  My oldest is holding down the 4 year old and pulling his arm out of its socket.  Screams permeate the air, and my wife contemplates turning her car around and leaving within 5 minutes of getting home.

It's amazing that a bad day is just as long as a good one.  24 hours.  It just feels longer.

I remember the very first roller coaster I ever road.  It was the Blue Streak at Cedar Point.  At one time, it was the world's tallest coaster with heights of over 100 feet.  By the time I rode it, it was a dwarf to all the other monstrosities of the park.  It still worked on a timer and hand brake up until a few years ago.  If you didn't get in the car before a buzzer sounded, you had to wait for the next train.

I was 8 years old, and it was a 90 degree Fourth of July weekend.  It was fucking hot and crowded.  My parents never understood why Cedar Point on a holiday weekend was a bad idea.  The line to the Blue Streak was over an hour.  I stared up at that tall hill and was scared.  I didn't want to be a coward in front of my cousin Davey.  He's ridden these things before.  He's not scared.

After what seemed like an eternity in that line, we were next up.  My dad explained that I had to get buckled and pull the bar down as quickly as possible when the train pulled up.  If not, the crowd and employees at Cedar Point might just let me have it.

No pressure.

We waited at the yellow line and I saw our train barreling through the last of the bunny hops at the end.  It slowed, and the people at the station prepared for our adventure.

The train came to a stop and I jumped forward with fear.  My cousin was cool and collected.  I couldn't show how much of a coward I was.

I sat down and quickly buckled the seat belt.  As I pulled down the bar across my chest, it popped back up.  I pulled it down again.  It did not lock!  Holy Shit!  I looked around.  The employees were scurrying and I knew the buzzer was going to come.  I started to yell that it didn't lock.  The buzzer sounded.  They started the train and I guarantee that I was as pale as a ghost.

Now, as the train pulls out of the station, it rounds a corner before climbing the first hill.  I started to unbuckle.  I was going to jump to safety.

Finally, my dad notices what I'm doing (as he is sitting in the car behind me).

What the hell are you doing?  The bar doesn't lock!  You'll be fine.  Just hold it down.

By now the train was climbing.  I tightened that belt as tight as it could get.  I grabbed onto the bar with my cousin's help and we held it down as far as it would go.

As the train crested the hill, I shut my eyes.

We were off.

Let me tell you that I was stubborn as a kid.  When I decided that I didn't like something...I fucking hated it.  But this thing was fantastic.  I felt my stomach in my throat as we picked up speed and shot down towards the ground and in my thighs as we went back up.  My eyes opened as we rounded the curve that overlooked the parking lot, and I even got a nice view of Lake Erie for a second.

As we entered the bunny hops, I looked over at my cousin.  His face was tight.  His eyes were closed, and he was hating this.  His head shook as he unsuccessfully tried to curl into the fetal position on the train. 

I screamed louder.

The smile on my face grew wider.

When we pulled into the station, we talked about how awesome it was.  I don't know if he saw how much I liked it or not, but he sure as shit saw how scared I was at the beginning.  The funny thing is that I used his strength to inspire me initially.  We then rode the pirate funhouse 3-4 times before attempting another coaster (his idea of course). 

I love my quit and this site as it reminds me of my first roller coaster ride.   There's some very scary shit we have and are dealing with, but seeing our brothers do it day in and day out is inspiring as all hell.  There are times I scared to death and hurting, and there are times when I'm smiling through the plunges.

Nobody's the tough guy 24/7.  We all have moments of fear and doubt.  Lean on your brothers.  Get inspired by them.  And, even if you can't admit it in words, fucking hold on and know that they will be by your side and they'll be happy to ride the pirate fun house until you're ready to go again.

Bravo, man! Just... Bravo.

Beautiful. Thanks for that.

Thanks for sharing waste.. as always a good read..

That was awesome, I could feel the rush of the roller coaster while reading.

Excellent WP. I quit with you today!

Nice. You must be this tall to quit Today. Now, go get on that ride. B)

Thank you.

#total #badass

Don't know of you saw the movie parenthood with Steve Martin. This experience, only day 243 for me, is like the end if that movie. Steve and the grandmother ride a roller coaster. The grandmother loves it. Hands up looking happy. Steve not so much. Steve would be a great addict. Stay the course!!!! Stay scared!

The ride is so worth it. Thank you ktc family. Thank you.

Thanks for sharing WP, great read. that was my first also :huh:

Quick question WP. What did you ever decide with the iphone with the cigarette smell.. Curious minds want to know???

Great story Recycle-panel. Proud to be quit with you today.

[srans]

I love this fucking roller coaster.

There are days when everything is right.  The sun shines.  My kids are good.  My wife wants me.  People do what's right just because.

Then, there are the days when I can't win.  It starts to rain the moment I get on the tractor.  My oldest is holding down the 4 year old and pulling his arm out of its socket.  Screams permeate the air, and my wife contemplates turning her car around and leaving within 5 minutes of getting home.

It's amazing that a bad day is just as long as a good one.  24 hours.  It just feels longer.

I remember the very first roller coaster I ever road.  It was the Blue Streak at Cedar Point.  At one time, it was the world's tallest coaster with heights of over 100 feet.  By the time I rode it, it was a dwarf to all the other monstrosities of the park.  It still worked on a timer and hand brake up until a few years ago.  If you didn't get in the car before a buzzer sounded, you had to wait for the next train.

I was 8 years old, and it was a 90 degree Fourth of July weekend.  It was fucking hot and crowded.  My parents never understood why Cedar Point on a holiday weekend was a bad idea.  The line to the Blue Streak was over an hour.  I stared up at that tall hill and was scared.  I didn't want to be a coward in front of my cousin Davey.  He's ridden these things before.  He's not scared.

After what seemed like an eternity in that line, we were next up.  My dad explained that I had to get buckled and pull the bar down as quickly as possible when the train pulled up.  If not, the crowd and employees at Cedar Point might just let me have it.

No pressure.

We waited at the yellow line and I saw our train barreling through the last of the bunny hops at the end.  It slowed, and the people at the station prepared for our adventure.

The train came to a stop and I jumped forward with fear.  My cousin was cool and collected.  I couldn't show how much of a coward I was.

I sat down and quickly buckled the seat belt.  As I pulled down the bar across my chest, it popped back up.  I pulled it down again.  It did not lock!  Holy Shit!  I looked around.  The employees were scurrying and I knew the buzzer was going to come.  I started to yell that it didn't lock.  The buzzer sounded.  They started the train and I guarantee that I was as pale as a ghost.

Now, as the train pulls out of the station, it rounds a corner before climbing the first hill.  I started to unbuckle.  I was going to jump to safety.

Finally, my dad notices what I'm doing (as he is sitting in the car behind me).

What the hell are you doing?  The bar doesn't lock!  You'll be fine.  Just hold it down.

By now the train was climbing.  I tightened that belt as tight as it could get.  I grabbed onto the bar with my cousin's help and we held it down as far as it would go.

As the train crested the hill, I shut my eyes.

We were off.

Let me tell you that I was stubborn as a kid.  When I decided that I didn't like something...I fucking hated it.  But this thing was fantastic.  I felt my stomach in my throat as we picked up speed and shot down towards the ground and in my thighs as we went back up.  My eyes opened as we rounded the curve that overlooked the parking lot, and I even got a nice view of Lake Erie for a second.

As we entered the bunny hops, I looked over at my cousin.  His face was tight.  His eyes were closed, and he was hating this.  His head shook as he unsuccessfully tried to curl into the fetal position on the train. 

I screamed louder.

The smile on my face grew wider.

When we pulled into the station, we talked about how awesome it was.  I don't know if he saw how much I liked it or not, but he sure as shit saw how scared I was at the beginning.  The funny thing is that I used his strength to inspire me initially.  We then rode the pirate funhouse 3-4 times before attempting another coaster (his idea of course). 

I love my quit and this site as it reminds me of my first roller coaster ride.   There's some very scary shit we have and are dealing with, but seeing our brothers do it day in and day out is inspiring as all hell.  There are times I scared to death and hurting, and there are times when I'm smiling through the plunges.

Nobody's the tough guy 24/7.  We all have moments of fear and doubt.  Lean on your brothers.  Get inspired by them.  And, even if you can't admit it in words, fucking hold on and know that they will be by your side and they'll be happy to ride the pirate fun house until you're ready to go again.

Bravo, man! Just... Bravo.

Beautiful. Thanks for that.

Thanks for sharing waste.. as always a good read..

That was awesome, I could feel the rush of the roller coaster while reading.

Excellent WP. I quit with you today!

Nice. You must be this tall to quit Today. Now, go get on that ride. B)

Thank you.

#total #badass

Don't know of you saw the movie parenthood with Steve Martin. This experience, only day 243 for me, is like the end if that movie. Steve and the grandmother ride a roller coaster. The grandmother loves it. Hands up looking happy. Steve not so much. Steve would be a great addict. Stay the course!!!! Stay scared!

The ride is so worth it. Thank you ktc family. Thank you.

Thanks for sharing WP, great read. that was my first also :huh:

Quick question WP. What did you ever decide with the iphone with the cigarette smell.. Curious minds want to know???

[Tazbutane]

I love this fucking roller coaster.

There are days when everything is right.  The sun shines.  My kids are good.  My wife wants me.  People do what's right just because.

Then, there are the days when I can't win.  It starts to rain the moment I get on the tractor.  My oldest is holding down the 4 year old and pulling his arm out of its socket.  Screams permeate the air, and my wife contemplates turning her car around and leaving within 5 minutes of getting home.

It's amazing that a bad day is just as long as a good one.  24 hours.  It just feels longer.

I remember the very first roller coaster I ever road.  It was the Blue Streak at Cedar Point.  At one time, it was the world's tallest coaster with heights of over 100 feet.  By the time I rode it, it was a dwarf to all the other monstrosities of the park.  It still worked on a timer and hand brake up until a few years ago.  If you didn't get in the car before a buzzer sounded, you had to wait for the next train.

I was 8 years old, and it was a 90 degree Fourth of July weekend.  It was fucking hot and crowded.  My parents never understood why Cedar Point on a holiday weekend was a bad idea.  The line to the Blue Streak was over an hour.  I stared up at that tall hill and was scared.  I didn't want to be a coward in front of my cousin Davey.  He's ridden these things before.  He's not scared.

After what seemed like an eternity in that line, we were next up.  My dad explained that I had to get buckled and pull the bar down as quickly as possible when the train pulled up.  If not, the crowd and employees at Cedar Point might just let me have it.

No pressure.

We waited at the yellow line and I saw our train barreling through the last of the bunny hops at the end.  It slowed, and the people at the station prepared for our adventure.

The train came to a stop and I jumped forward with fear.  My cousin was cool and collected.  I couldn't show how much of a coward I was.

I sat down and quickly buckled the seat belt.  As I pulled down the bar across my chest, it popped back up.  I pulled it down again.  It did not lock!  Holy Shit!  I looked around.  The employees were scurrying and I knew the buzzer was going to come.  I started to yell that it didn't lock.  The buzzer sounded.  They started the train and I guarantee that I was as pale as a ghost.

Now, as the train pulls out of the station, it rounds a corner before climbing the first hill.  I started to unbuckle.  I was going to jump to safety.

Finally, my dad notices what I'm doing (as he is sitting in the car behind me).

What the hell are you doing?  The bar doesn't lock!  You'll be fine.  Just hold it down.

By now the train was climbing.  I tightened that belt as tight as it could get.  I grabbed onto the bar with my cousin's help and we held it down as far as it would go.

As the train crested the hill, I shut my eyes.

We were off.

Let me tell you that I was stubborn as a kid.  When I decided that I didn't like something...I fucking hated it.  But this thing was fantastic.  I felt my stomach in my throat as we picked up speed and shot down towards the ground and in my thighs as we went back up.  My eyes opened as we rounded the curve that overlooked the parking lot, and I even got a nice view of Lake Erie for a second.

As we entered the bunny hops, I looked over at my cousin.  His face was tight.  His eyes were closed, and he was hating this.  His head shook as he unsuccessfully tried to curl into the fetal position on the train. 

I screamed louder.

The smile on my face grew wider.

When we pulled into the station, we talked about how awesome it was.  I don't know if he saw how much I liked it or not, but he sure as shit saw how scared I was at the beginning.  The funny thing is that I used his strength to inspire me initially.  We then rode the pirate funhouse 3-4 times before attempting another coaster (his idea of course). 

I love my quit and this site as it reminds me of my first roller coaster ride.   There's some very scary shit we have and are dealing with, but seeing our brothers do it day in and day out is inspiring as all hell.  There are times I scared to death and hurting, and there are times when I'm smiling through the plunges.

Nobody's the tough guy 24/7.  We all have moments of fear and doubt.  Lean on your brothers.  Get inspired by them.  And, even if you can't admit it in words, fucking hold on and know that they will be by your side and they'll be happy to ride the pirate fun house until you're ready to go again.

Bravo, man! Just... Bravo.

Beautiful. Thanks for that.

Thanks for sharing waste.. as always a good read..

That was awesome, I could feel the rush of the roller coaster while reading.

Excellent WP. I quit with you today!

Nice. You must be this tall to quit Today. Now, go get on that ride. B)

Thank you.

#total #badass

Don't know of you saw the movie parenthood with Steve Martin. This experience, only day 243 for me, is like the end if that movie. Steve and the grandmother ride a roller coaster. The grandmother loves it. Hands up looking happy. Steve not so much. Steve would be a great addict. Stay the course!!!! Stay scared!

The ride is so worth it. Thank you ktc family. Thank you.

Thanks for sharing WP, great read. that was my first also :huh:

[worktowin]

I love this fucking roller coaster.

There are days when everything is right.  The sun shines.  My kids are good.  My wife wants me.  People do what's right just because.

Then, there are the days when I can't win.  It starts to rain the moment I get on the tractor.  My oldest is holding down the 4 year old and pulling his arm out of its socket.  Screams permeate the air, and my wife contemplates turning her car around and leaving within 5 minutes of getting home.

It's amazing that a bad day is just as long as a good one.  24 hours.  It just feels longer.

I remember the very first roller coaster I ever road.  It was the Blue Streak at Cedar Point.  At one time, it was the world's tallest coaster with heights of over 100 feet.  By the time I rode it, it was a dwarf to all the other monstrosities of the park.  It still worked on a timer and hand brake up until a few years ago.  If you didn't get in the car before a buzzer sounded, you had to wait for the next train.

I was 8 years old, and it was a 90 degree Fourth of July weekend.  It was fucking hot and crowded.  My parents never understood why Cedar Point on a holiday weekend was a bad idea.  The line to the Blue Streak was over an hour.  I stared up at that tall hill and was scared.  I didn't want to be a coward in front of my cousin Davey.  He's ridden these things before.  He's not scared.

After what seemed like an eternity in that line, we were next up.  My dad explained that I had to get buckled and pull the bar down as quickly as possible when the train pulled up.  If not, the crowd and employees at Cedar Point might just let me have it.

No pressure.

We waited at the yellow line and I saw our train barreling through the last of the bunny hops at the end.  It slowed, and the people at the station prepared for our adventure.

The train came to a stop and I jumped forward with fear.  My cousin was cool and collected.  I couldn't show how much of a coward I was.

I sat down and quickly buckled the seat belt.  As I pulled down the bar across my chest, it popped back up.  I pulled it down again.  It did not lock!  Holy Shit!  I looked around.  The employees were scurrying and I knew the buzzer was going to come.  I started to yell that it didn't lock.  The buzzer sounded.  They started the train and I guarantee that I was as pale as a ghost.

Now, as the train pulls out of the station, it rounds a corner before climbing the first hill.  I started to unbuckle.  I was going to jump to safety.

Finally, my dad notices what I'm doing (as he is sitting in the car behind me).

What the hell are you doing?  The bar doesn't lock!  You'll be fine.  Just hold it down.

By now the train was climbing.  I tightened that belt as tight as it could get.  I grabbed onto the bar with my cousin's help and we held it down as far as it would go.

As the train crested the hill, I shut my eyes.

We were off.

Let me tell you that I was stubborn as a kid.  When I decided that I didn't like something...I fucking hated it.  But this thing was fantastic.  I felt my stomach in my throat as we picked up speed and shot down towards the ground and in my thighs as we went back up.  My eyes opened as we rounded the curve that overlooked the parking lot, and I even got a nice view of Lake Erie for a second.

As we entered the bunny hops, I looked over at my cousin.  His face was tight.  His eyes were closed, and he was hating this.  His head shook as he unsuccessfully tried to curl into the fetal position on the train. 

I screamed louder.

The smile on my face grew wider.

When we pulled into the station, we talked about how awesome it was.  I don't know if he saw how much I liked it or not, but he sure as shit saw how scared I was at the beginning.  The funny thing is that I used his strength to inspire me initially.  We then rode the pirate funhouse 3-4 times before attempting another coaster (his idea of course). 

I love my quit and this site as it reminds me of my first roller coaster ride.   There's some very scary shit we have and are dealing with, but seeing our brothers do it day in and day out is inspiring as all hell.  There are times I scared to death and hurting, and there are times when I'm smiling through the plunges.

Nobody's the tough guy 24/7.  We all have moments of fear and doubt.  Lean on your brothers.  Get inspired by them.  And, even if you can't admit it in words, fucking hold on and know that they will be by your side and they'll be happy to ride the pirate fun house until you're ready to go again.

Bravo, man! Just... Bravo.

Beautiful. Thanks for that.

Thanks for sharing waste.. as always a good read..

That was awesome, I could feel the rush of the roller coaster while reading.

Excellent WP. I quit with you today!

Nice. You must be this tall to quit Today. Now, go get on that ride. B)

Thank you.

#total #badass

Don't know of you saw the movie parenthood with Steve Martin. This experience, only day 243 for me, is like the end if that movie. Steve and the grandmother ride a roller coaster. The grandmother loves it. Hands up looking happy. Steve not so much. Steve would be a great addict. Stay the course!!!! Stay scared!

The ride is so worth it. Thank you ktc family. Thank you.

[CleanFuel]

I love this fucking roller coaster.

There are days when everything is right.  The sun shines.  My kids are good.  My wife wants me.  People do what's right just because.

Then, there are the days when I can't win.  It starts to rain the moment I get on the tractor.  My oldest is holding down the 4 year old and pulling his arm out of its socket.  Screams permeate the air, and my wife contemplates turning her car around and leaving within 5 minutes of getting home.

It's amazing that a bad day is just as long as a good one.  24 hours.  It just feels longer.

I remember the very first roller coaster I ever road.  It was the Blue Streak at Cedar Point.  At one time, it was the world's tallest coaster with heights of over 100 feet.  By the time I rode it, it was a dwarf to all the other monstrosities of the park.  It still worked on a timer and hand brake up until a few years ago.  If you didn't get in the car before a buzzer sounded, you had to wait for the next train.

I was 8 years old, and it was a 90 degree Fourth of July weekend.  It was fucking hot and crowded.  My parents never understood why Cedar Point on a holiday weekend was a bad idea.  The line to the Blue Streak was over an hour.  I stared up at that tall hill and was scared.  I didn't want to be a coward in front of my cousin Davey.  He's ridden these things before.  He's not scared.

After what seemed like an eternity in that line, we were next up.  My dad explained that I had to get buckled and pull the bar down as quickly as possible when the train pulled up.  If not, the crowd and employees at Cedar Point might just let me have it.

No pressure.

We waited at the yellow line and I saw our train barreling through the last of the bunny hops at the end.  It slowed, and the people at the station prepared for our adventure.

The train came to a stop and I jumped forward with fear.  My cousin was cool and collected.  I couldn't show how much of a coward I was.

I sat down and quickly buckled the seat belt.  As I pulled down the bar across my chest, it popped back up.  I pulled it down again.  It did not lock!  Holy Shit!  I looked around.  The employees were scurrying and I knew the buzzer was going to come.  I started to yell that it didn't lock.  The buzzer sounded.  They started the train and I guarantee that I was as pale as a ghost.

Now, as the train pulls out of the station, it rounds a corner before climbing the first hill.  I started to unbuckle.  I was going to jump to safety.

Finally, my dad notices what I'm doing (as he is sitting in the car behind me).

What the hell are you doing?  The bar doesn't lock!  You'll be fine.  Just hold it down.

By now the train was climbing.  I tightened that belt as tight as it could get.  I grabbed onto the bar with my cousin's help and we held it down as far as it would go.

As the train crested the hill, I shut my eyes.

We were off.

Let me tell you that I was stubborn as a kid.  When I decided that I didn't like something...I fucking hated it.  But this thing was fantastic.  I felt my stomach in my throat as we picked up speed and shot down towards the ground and in my thighs as we went back up.  My eyes opened as we rounded the curve that overlooked the parking lot, and I even got a nice view of Lake Erie for a second.

As we entered the bunny hops, I looked over at my cousin.  His face was tight.  His eyes were closed, and he was hating this.  His head shook as he unsuccessfully tried to curl into the fetal position on the train. 

I screamed louder.

The smile on my face grew wider.

When we pulled into the station, we talked about how awesome it was.  I don't know if he saw how much I liked it or not, but he sure as shit saw how scared I was at the beginning.  The funny thing is that I used his strength to inspire me initially.  We then rode the pirate funhouse 3-4 times before attempting another coaster (his idea of course). 

I love my quit and this site as it reminds me of my first roller coaster ride.   There's some very scary shit we have and are dealing with, but seeing our brothers do it day in and day out is inspiring as all hell.  There are times I scared to death and hurting, and there are times when I'm smiling through the plunges.

Nobody's the tough guy 24/7.  We all have moments of fear and doubt.  Lean on your brothers.  Get inspired by them.  And, even if you can't admit it in words, fucking hold on and know that they will be by your side and they'll be happy to ride the pirate fun house until you're ready to go again.

Bravo, man! Just... Bravo.

Beautiful. Thanks for that.

Thanks for sharing waste.. as always a good read..

That was awesome, I could feel the rush of the roller coaster while reading.

Excellent WP. I quit with you today!

Nice. You must be this tall to quit Today. Now, go get on that ride. B)

Thank you.

#total #badass

[wastepanel]

This is the powerpoint to the best presenter at the Smokeless Summit earlier this month (in my opinion).

The Project Mission was to "reduce the rate of spit tobacco use among McDowell County Residents". They accomplished this through various prevention related ventures such as repainting old barns that were advertisements for tobacco, changing how people viewed smokeless tobacco, and getting the local mining company involved "for employee health".

After establishing the tone of quit, they set up support groups and gave out aids (yes...they gave out NRT's). Here's the thing though: Most other presentations assumed that the NRT's were responsible and that the quit was complete once you could make somebody transition to the product. This group didn't. They followed up on the quitters, and they found that the support is what the quitters craved. They talked to people about how to quit and what to expect at each level.

We met them (and they admitted to using our site frequently), and they are wonderful people. They are concerned about the quit and not funding.

Anyways, take a look.