Mr. Ladybug calls it quits

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We were both smokers when we met and continued to smoke together throughout the years. We huddled up in front of a heater or a grill in the wintertime and sweat together in the summer time. For richer and poorer, through cold and heat-we were were a smoking team…and then I quit. Continue reading

Clean up your butt~!

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I was aware of the problem, I did see them too. I didn’t like it, but I never thought about it too much, after all I was a smoker myself. I wasn’t that bad, but I have to admit I flicked them now and then as well. I was careful in my own yard, kept an ashtray in the car and never left one behind when I was walking or hiking. But…I too flicked them now and then. Continue reading

I don’t fit in a drawer…

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…never have and never will!

Some days I am in talking mood and I walk back on memory lane and my posts might be longer than planned; on other days I feel the need to get my message across to as many smokers as possible and I come straight forward to the point. Oh, and then there are days when I am just a goofball and I joke around about my quitting experience.

I don’t fall in any kind of category, not here on word-press and not in real life, it all depends on my mood. My writing style is the same…long or short…you will read it all!

I truly believe variety is the spice of life!

 

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When I think of a Cigarette…

 

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When I Think of a Cigarette

When I think of a cigarette,
I think of the four thousand chemicals
that would rush into my mouth and
burn their way into my once healthy lungs.
I think about that nasty taste, that nasty
ring of polluted air I would create in the
space around my body. I think of the
looks of disgust given by those close by.
I think of those who politely stepped
away from me, and those who not so
politely stepped away. Continue reading

Shake it off and step it up!

 

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The Old Mule in the Well 

This parable is told of a farmer who owned an old mule. The mule fell into the farmer’s well. The farmer heard the mule ‘praying’ …or whatever mules do when they fall into wells. After carefully assessing the situation, the farmer sympathized with the mule, but decided that neither mule nor the well was worth the trouble of saving.  Continue reading