I'll share my birthday

It's that time of year when Jesus and I mark the passage of another year. I'm glad to have made it this far about 10 years more than I had planed on. As I write this it is snowing, I am listening to a new not yet released Andy Swan song and Jack is snoring on the couch beside me. The topic of this post was going to be why can't I do more than one thing at a time, like read and listen to music but apparently I am doing lots of things at once. The year is passing quickly, as it does when every week is the same marked by the same activities. Well we did one thing differently this week: Bikejoring. We tied our dogs to our bikes and let then go as fast as they wanted, it was awesome. They ran and ran. Whiskey is still recovering from a leg injury so we kept it short but it was great.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gIkS-isrAZA&feature=related

Whiskey and Jack Playing

This is Whiskey and Jack playing with their new alligator toy. They love it. Jack is a chew the legs off his toys kind of dog but this toy is a capsule covered in a velvety fabric. It's taken quite a beating already.

Smoking

I loved smoking. I loved taking time to think things through, or to gossip with fellow smokers. I made friends easily as a smoker. There was always something to talk about, the cold, the customer, the band, the service.

Now I don't know what to do, at least at the beginning I was hungry, I filled all my waking hours either eating or thinking about eating. Now it's been long enough that I'm not hungry anymore. I just miss smoking. I don't even want a cigarette I just want all that went along with it. The sense of calm, the joking around and the feeling I knew what to do. I don't hang out with anyone on breaks cause I don't take breaks in the same way. No one told me quitting smoking would be lonely.

I think I'm glad that I quit smoking, I felt really good on a recent hike, I've saved about $200 by not smoking and really it's a good thing. I'm just still trying to quit and that means I've got to put up with fucked up emotions, being unsure and a sense of loss. My body and mind are not yet over the cigarettes.

I really did love smoking.

Whiskey and Jack

This is a photo of my two dogs, the husky is Whiskey and the doberman/German shepherd is Jack.  Jack is our new addition.  He has been living with us for almost a month.  He is very sweet and rarely stops moving.  Jack and Whiskey get along really well, they do argue, but sharing is not Whiskey's strength and Jack is not the most patient of dogs.  They can be very cute and really loud.  At this very moment they are very quiet.  It's a lot of fun to have two dogs, one was great and two is better.