I don't want to wait!

dd- im down to my last 4-smokes...
and after that i done smoking !
im not paying $4.00 plus tax a pack .........

i have been smoking for 30yrs.
it's time to quit ........
i know it will be hard....
but they tell me i will feel better??????
food will tatse better ???????

have faith chevy !
you can do it ......

good night diary...thank's for your support ????

chevy bro


it isnt as hard as you may think.


you can do it

Chevy .. back away from the darts slowly , turn, run like hell, you feel 1000 percent better and so will your lungs guy

I am cutting down with the plan of quitting soon

I'll be a quitter with you

You want fluffy battle cats? I'll get a picture of my brother's huge orange cat that looks like Garfield, named Jordan. His tail is as big round as my arm, and is the absolute MEANEST cat I've ever had to run from, LOL

Good morning diary. Its tuesday and I feel like I'm on vacation. My boss couldn't find return loads from detroit. So I didn't go out sunday or monday.

Its ok though diary. I've worked my ass off hard the last 30 days, getting home on saturday mornings. I needed rest pretty badly.

I got off saturday morning diary with errands to run. I had 2 front tires bust their plys in the sidewalls (goodyears). It was like driving a chitty chitty bang bang paint shaker. They would not have made it home. New tires are freaking expensive. I figured I'd save some money and go to my freinds scrapyard and get 2 new tires. Yeah, that turned into 4 hours of hard labor. Real hard labor.

Someone say FLUFFY BATTLE CATS!?

First diary, I went through his new tire racks of 500 tires. None my size-235/ 75/ R15s. Then I went through his floor racks. None there. I searched the entire scrapyard of pickup trucks and cars. One chevy pickup truck had a set of 235s on it. I jacked up the truck and took 2 new tires off it and rolled them a half mile to the shop. Then I jacked up my pickup truck and took my front tires off and rolled them a half mile into the shop. Then I swapped them out, mounted and balanced them, and wheeled them out and put them on. 2 new tires for 50 bucks. The discount tire place wanted 300 mounted and balanced. F*ck that. So I got my exercise. Then I ran up to the chopper show.

So diary I got to go to the donny smith chopper show. They jacked the parking price across from the convention center to 20 bucks. I said f*ck that sh!t and parked a mile away for 5 bucks and walked in. I had fun noodling around by myself. Seen a few freinds. Got a few freebies. Bought some polish. Took some pictures. Had fun. Looked at all the choppers. Ran into some relatives. As I was leaving I realized I was exhausted and would not make the 100 mile drive home. One of my freinds called from the city and invited me to crash there. I did. One beer and one burger and I woke up 13 hours later. Boy was I tired.

I drove home noon sunday diary. Ran a few errands and was in bed by 7. Woke up at 7. Another night of needed rest.

Monday diary I played phone tag with my boss all day. I went in for my job interview with the county commisioner which was great. I'm on call list for new hire. 41 dollars an hour union government class 2 lineman. The interview went well. Then I went over and bought happy meals for my godchildren. Played with them awhile and helped the oldest with homework. Then I did laundry and paperwork for work. Then went to bed and slept a hard 8 hours.

Dear diary......why do your kids insist on sticking their feet in your face??? Is it a fun thing to do??? an act of love?

Its tuesday lunchtime. I woke up, balanced my checkbooks, and organized all my tax deductions so I can get my taxes done. I think I'm going to make elk mac n cheese for lunch. I watch it rain, then snow, then rain, then snow, then rain, then snow. Springtime? Where are you?

it is fun
and smelly
its a boy thing