I may also get around soon to moving. I know, been saying that for fifty years now, but I am considering Iowa, Utah, California (Not California), New Mexico (maybe - been there, done that), Florida (Not really Florida). Actually, I think I am still wanted in Florida. True story. Then again, Georgia has been on my mind. Savannah, Georgia. It's so beautiful there.
I fractured my toe about a week ago. It feels a lot better now.
My promotional give-away earlier this Spring went well. I really enjoyed that. I spent a lot of money but I don't care. It was well worth it what with the magnets and posters. I had a lot of fun doing it.
Had a doctor appointment back in August and my diagnosis was superb! I have made a complete recovery and probably doing better than before the heart attack. It's now also been over a year since my last cigarette and two years since my last drink. I'm officially a dork now. Although, to be honest, I'm not really sure how much longer I can go without a smoke. I think about it from time to time. I really miss it. I REALLY MISS IT! Smoking was so great. I know there are a bunch of communists who are trying to get smoking banned everywhere and shit, and they do it by pretending that they care about your health, which by the way, is none of their damn business, but you are not going to live forever so if you get a chance to puff it up, go for it. The best time to light one is right after sex and or eating or both. (Think about it then think about it some more. Ha-ha)
I even have dreams of smoking. But funny enough, I am not craving the nicotine, it's mostly mental at this point. And people still find it hard to believe that I quit cold turkey. Hey, it's the only way to quit really. Using patches don't do it, you're still putting nicotine in your body. Slowly decreasing doesn't work either. Special nicotine gum doesn't work. Not that I could ever imagine. For me, if you want to quit something, you just do it. You just quit. But thank goodness for Lifesavers candy, lollipops, and Bazooka Joe! lol
Actually, the best way for me to fight any cravings is to get around someone who is smoking and breathe in their second hand smoke. A few good whiffs and my craving goes away. My second month was the worst month, after which I only craved about three days a month for the next six months then after that, maybe one day a month and now, I don't crave it at all - but I sure do think about it.
The girl and I broke up because she started talking about us moving in together. Hey, that's marriage talk for me. There may only be maybe three girls on this planet that I would consider moving in with and no, it's not Miley Cyrus, Selena Gomez or Zendaya. ..... Okay, there are six girls on this planet that ........
Overall, if I had to grade my summer of 2015, I guess I would grade it a B Minus. There was room for improvement I suppose, but for what I was shooting for, it was okay. The worst part of it was almost losing my mother. She had a rough Summer, but now she appears to be back on her feet so, hopefully, all the surgeries she had fixed her right up.
I did have to take on a new writing job. It's not going to get in the way of anything really, I see it as part time but the democratic economics of the past 6 and one half years that includes high inflation, higher taxes and Obamacare, well, I had to find a way to generate some extra Benjamins. Better now than three years or so from now. I have kind of grown accustomed to my lazy lifestyle and I'd like to keep it. Currently, the policies of the democratic party scare the bejeezus out of me. We could end up with another democrat for president so a little more cash flow now should help out a lot towards the future. That age old question has been answered, "Am I better off now than when Obama took office?" - And of course the answer is a resounding NO! In fact, I am worse off. And so are many people around me.
I think the most surprising thing about the Summer of 2015 is, I actually said, "Wow, Demi Lovatto looks hot." - And yes, I remember saying that to someone.
I'm as shocked as you are.
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