
My husband has gained some weight since he quit smoking. I noticed it a couple of weeks ago, and it made me smile. Life has its good moments.

My husband has gained some weight since he quit smoking. I noticed it a couple of weeks ago, and it made me smile. Life has its good moments.

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.
Being a smoking cessation blog is fun. Especially, when they try to tell me what I should post, or what I should endorse.
It is Frisbee Wednesday at Serendipity’s blog and Marilyn’s post today made me think about our dogs as well, about how much they mean in our lives. We have two older dogs, both with white muzzles and our new puppy, that wasn’t planned, is running through my workshop, in search of something she can use as a toy – ignoring the ones on her bed.
Whenever I think I have seen and read it all, they proof me wrong and post another stupid highly questionable prompt. It was pretty lame to begin with and won’t get any better with this rerun either. Maybe the third time posting it will be a charm????
Yes of course, I tossed a coin in that damn fountain and made a wish. It was my first vacation alone. I had driven to Rome all by myself in the old, cancer eaten Beetle I had back then. I had studied Latin in school, had learned everything there is to know about the Roman Empire and the politics back then and now, for the first time, I was visiting the city of my dreams and walking the old roads that had made so much history. I was 18 years old and an adult, so they said.
Let me see, do I really want to focus -again- on something negative and make a list of things, I couldn’t accomplish last week? Or, do I keep on writing, with a smile on my face, and concentrate instead on the things that I did accomplish.
Getting a tattoo is on my bucket list since years. I am always playing around with the idea and I admire beautiful tattoos on other people. Still I haven’t done it. I have a weird relationship with needles. I sew with them and use them in my workshop all the time, but don’t you dare poking me.
I think I found my style when I was in my mid 30’s. That was the age, when I was finally comfortable with myself and confident enough to think outside the box.
I don’t let magazines or trends dictate what I wear, or what I have to like. I was just joking around “is not having a style a style?” Now, in my 50’s, I am the most confident I have ever been.