In lieu of a regularly scheduled knitting entry — I have been working on some bunnies, who are felting in the washer as we speak — I give you an email that I just sent to Vicki.  She and I have been emailing regarding our upcoming Smoke Out.  Here it is:

I know that I should work in a practical manner toward the quit date, but that’s not happening!  Although I should say that I am not in an all out smoke-fest over here.  I am smoking the same amount, but puffing on each one a little longer.
Quitnet sent an interesting tip today ….. I wonder if we get the same ones?
 
    What are your fears about quitting smoking? Put them down on paper and take a look at         them. Maybe you didn’t even know that these fears were lingering in your mind, keeping you from trying to quit. Are you afraid you’ll lose certain friends, or lose an image you think smoking gives you? Be honest with yourself and you may find you’re better able to think about seriously trying to quit.

At first glance, I didn’t think much of today’s Quitnet wisdom.  But I have been thinking about it and am coming up with some interesting reactions — ones that make no sense and I am almost embarrassed to say out loud! 

I have become such a tool of the media/marketing of cigs — I do like the image it gives me!  I do like being part of a fringe group.  I do like people thinking that I don’t look like I smoke – I want them to think I have a deep, murky, dangerous side!! 

I am a 42 year old, overweight housewife.  I do not have a dangerous side.  I have no wild past — I grew up in a two parent household, I had a wonderful childhood.  I got good grades.  I went to college.  I got married.  I had children.

That is it!  No almost falling out of society due to drug use — even my experimentation was well controlled and at the time, I thought well thought out!  No really wild nights. 

I am boring Vicki!!  I don’t want to read the story of my life — it’s a yawner! 

So to answer Quitnet’s question – I do like to have a smoker’s image — it signals to the world that maybe I am not always willing to do the right thing.

**Dear Reader, please do not leave me any comments regarding my true image as an asshole flirting with lung cancer and a myriad of other diseases.  This is a gut reaction type of post!

In lieu of a regularly scheduled knitting entry — I have been working on some bunnies, who are felting in the washer as we speak — I give you an email that I just sent to Vicki.  She and I have been emailing regarding our upcoming Smoke Out.  Here it is:

I know that I should work in a practical manner toward the quit date, but that’s not happening!  Although I should say that I am not in an all out smoke-fest over here.  I am smoking the same amount, but puffing on each one a little longer.
Quitnet sent an interesting tip today ….. I wonder if we get the same ones?
 
    What are your fears about quitting smoking? Put them down on paper and take a look at         them. Maybe you didn’t even know that these fears were lingering in your mind, keeping you from trying to quit. Are you afraid you’ll lose certain friends, or lose an image you think smoking gives you? Be honest with yourself and you may find you’re better able to think about seriously trying to quit.

At first glance, I didn’t think much of today’s Quitnet wisdom.  But I have been thinking about it and am coming up with some interesting reactions — ones that make no sense and I am almost embarrassed to say out loud! 

I have become such a tool of the media/marketing of cigs — I do like the image it gives me!  I do like being part of a fringe group.  I do like people thinking that I don’t look like I smoke – I want them to think I have a deep, murky, dangerous side!! 

I am a 42 year old, overweight housewife.  I do not have a dangerous side.  I have no wild past — I grew up in a two parent household, I had a wonderful childhood.  I got good grades.  I went to college.  I got married.  I had children.

That is it!  No almost falling out of society due to drug use — even my experimentation was well controlled and at the time, I thought well thought out!  No really wild nights. 

I am boring Vicki!!  I don’t want to read the story of my life — it’s a yawner! 

So to answer Quitnet’s question – I do like to have a smoker’s image — it signals to the world that maybe I am not always willing to do the right thing.

**Dear Reader, please do not leave me any comments regarding my true image as an asshole flirting with lung cancer and a myriad of other diseases.  This is a gut reaction type of post!

more email funnies

During the holidays, Typepad had an offer to re-sign up for a year and get a free year of blogging to give as a gift.  I gave the gift blog to my most long-time-very-best-friend.  Back when I started PurlingSwine, she had expressed an interest, she loves to write, is good at it etc.

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So far nothing.

I shouldn’t complain however ….. if she does ever start to blog, then she won’t send me funny stuff like this to use on my site!

Puff the Magic Dragon

Thank you, thank you for all your supportive comments!  After next f-ing Friday this site is sure to turn a bit  …. um … nasty.  I hope you will continue to read despite all the bitching & moaning.  Come to think of it, it may actually improve my stats.  There’s nothing like having a good, safely distant view of a woman gone beserk!

I have also received some emails from fellow bloggers and friends who are taking the plunge with me.  I will not ‘out’ them until they post about it themselves.  Perhaps we should start a webring?  We would need a fabulous, ironic, tongue-in-cheek name for it …..

In other news, I sliced my thumb while using my mandoline yesterday — ouch!  I don’t believe my injury will interfere with my knitting.  I was getting dinner ready, slicing cucumbers for salad and both Daughters were in the kitchen.  We were chatting and I took my eyes off my hands for a split second.  I screamed as a small portion of my thumb came off.  While the Daughters are used to the sound of me screaming, it takes on a different tone when I’m in pain.  They are not accustomed to that sound.  They were both concerned and Daughter #2 ran for the band-aids.

At the exact same time she was asking if I was okay, Daughter #1 began eyeballing the bowl of cucumbers ……   some angel of mercy she is! 

Now I ask you, what’s a little bit of thumb between a mother & daughter?