As Today was a Travel Day for the Cards and Rangers, things have been a bit slower… a bit calmer… and it’s been a day filled with Careful-Thought, and Mucho-Mucho Soul-Searching…
Since The Bulk Of You Don’t Know Me TOOOOOO Well (yet), I felt this would be a grand time to share something with you all.
I took up the habit of smoking while in The Military (Navy, actually) and for many Many MANY Years (and Years and Years) I’ve known quitting was an eventuality. However, after a doctor’s visit earlier today, I felt the need to make my stand.
A Firm Stand.
And DAMN QUICKLY, too.
I’ve tried Every Available Method, and thus far have had ZERO Success.
I simply hadn’t had the will-power to do so.
HOWEVER, with things finally starting to perk up in my life a bit, I felt the time was NOW.
After my Blogging Tonight, I’ll Enjoy My Last Smoke.
I’ll Savor EVERY MOMENT OF IT, OF COURSE OF COURSE!
And that’s it.
There’s none left.
None in the whole house.
And I’m not buying any.
The Next Couple Weeks WILL BE HELL 😦
As will The Weeks AND Months AND Years that follow.
However, as Good Ole Timmmay McCarver would likely say…
“If Nothing Changes, Then Nothing Changes.”
Yeah, I do hate that man.
However, in his VERY VERY VERY Simple Way, He IS Correct.
Let The Changes COMMENCE!
In Support Of My Efforts, I’m Going To Share With YOU, My Blogeteers, the Two Movies/Films/Flicks I’ll Be Watching Tonight Before Heading To Bed…
First Up… Peter Cushing in Terence Fisher‘s
“FRANKENSTEIN MUST BE DESTROYED” (1969)
Followed By… Peter Cushing in Terence Fisher‘s
“FRANKENSTEIN AND THE MONSTER FROM HELL” (1974)
I simply felt BOTH would PERFECTLY Symbolize My First Steps Into UN-Charted Territory.
For those of you who either Are and/or Know a longtime smoker, I’m sure you can TOTALLY appreciate my attempt at a darker/dryer humorous take on this issue.
I haven’t (yet) started the No Smoking Thing, and (yet) I’m already dreading it…
MUCH LIKE BOOT-CAMP!
Rest Will, My Peeps.
I’d Say “Tomorrow Is Another Day!”
But I always hated that line.
Clark Gable should have popped her in the chops.
Errol Flynn would have done it (hehe)!!!
OH, Yeah, and Game 6 of The World Series BEGINS TOMORROW NIGHT!
BRING IT ON, BABY!