My First Day of Quitting

My First day of Quitting - what did the day bring (so far)?

One manic boyfriend, one broken puppy, one vomitting horse, a boss that doesn't let up, a co-worker that would try the patience of a saint, no lunch, that non-nicotined confusion and malaise, becoming bloated, missing boyfriend (same as above) who's out spending money on weed, 80 cents in my wallet, a disaster of a house that only I am willing to clean, all my clothes in the laundry and, of course, the usual everyday worries.

I think .... no wait .... I'm sure that I'm being tested here. Argh!!!!

Try this Again

It's almost 5:30 in the afternoon and I am posting this for the sake of dressing a naked page. Today was, thus far, uneventful. Last night my little one went back to Walter Reed to continue her course of treatments - leaving behind her puddly puppy - which, my boyfriend now wants to keep. He's adorable and I love him to death but really, I would kind of like to live in a peaceful, unhavoced home what I could somehow maintain control of.

I texted pooh, and she's back to not sleeping. PTSD has really taken a heavy toll on her emotionally, and her guilt refuses to allow her to seek the treatment she so desperately needs. I will keep plugging away at trying to break through her self destructive wall and hopefully she will see that she does not deserve all the hurting she keeps heaping upon herself.

Tomorrow I am scheduled to quit smoking - OMG I so definitely do NOT feel ready but my body - well - it's more than ready. I just wish I didn't have so many aggrevants at home to thwart me. But, that is going to have to be something to work around rather than with.

For the moment - I'll close this feeling that although this page is not dressed in regal garb - it has a respectful amount of dressing on it. ~ Peace

Did I ever intent to write in this

Can't remember if I ever took this seriously but as I try to develop my little website - and pull my Googly things together - I found this old and very abandoned attempt at bloggerism.

Dare I take a shot at this again?

We'll see.