I must have seriously pissed off someone. Normally I pay no mind to little ‘negative’ things that happen. Mostly because I just see them as another event in life: neither good nor bad. When they pile up a bit though, they do start to look more and more like piles of shit. If it looks like shit, smells like shit…I think I can quantify it as shit without tasting it.
They say when you quit smoking you will save money, feel better and as an added bonus, food will taste better. It has been almost three months. I am starting to feel better; sort of. It used to be a blending of little ailments like slight back pain blending in to a slightly upset stomach, or maybe an ignorable head-throbbing/body-ache. Now it is so much better. I can pinpoint the exact spot that my jaw hurts, and that I would swear the sockets feel like they dried out. When my stomach gets upset; I can tell you where in the 20 feet of intestines it is bothering me. Headaches? I had no idea that pain could move around and hide when you try to pinpoint it. Then there’s the brain, I feel like I’ve dropped half my IQ (half of 0 is what?). I will admit this is probably due to lack of sleep: because I keep clenching my jaw at night! Sure I did that before, but I was able to blissfully ignore it and clench away in dreamland. I’ve also come to loath any Pepto-Maylox-ExLax type commercials as they hit too close to home. Save money? Um, that would be no. All the money I would have saved from not buying tobacco (for the both of us) has gone to Physicians. Currently I figure it is going to take two more years to break even. I will say food does taste better. 12 pounds better I’m not sure. So, in trying to get in control of it now before the weight gets out of control I’ve been trying to eat better. This cost more at first, but now that it’s been a couple of weeks, I think I’m eating less so it (grocery bill) may balance out. The downside is I have to buy new pants. Which seems really silly since because of bloating and other things, my waist is fluctuating between 35 and 37. (Must give a big hug when she gets home)
Then there’s the house. While I’ve learned a lot, it might have been nice to not have needed to learn a lot of it in the first place. Home is where the heart is. Not where the heart is and oh, by the way in the winter time it rains in the attic which causes the ceiling to drip; the crawl space to leak; the dryer to vent into the attic; the plumbing to break; the yard to sink 6 inches a year… It’s beginning to look like any time we take one step forward, someone moves the destination 3 miles ahead. So, being in Alaska, I figure we have a little over 4,000 steps to take before the MF come full circle and I can knock the shit out of him. This of course assumes they are moving east/west as we are. If not, Da Wife and I are clearly going in the wrong direction with this place.
I’m not even going to go into detail about the computers acting up. It would be the same deal as the house, just a smaller, less expensive scale.
Maybe I just need to clean up the backyard after the dog more than once a week.
Ah well. At least I’m not eating it.