I have an appointment on July 7th to get another prescription for Chantix.
I’m going to try to quit smoking again.
I considered trying the patch, but I couldn’t find coupons available in Canada for them.
I love coupons online.
Take a href=”http://www.ebillme.com/shop/”>buy.com coupons for example. I can say “Hey, I need an external hard drive (and boy do i ever need one), log on, and chances are, I’m gonna find a coupon for what i am looking for.
Ive also found that when shopping online if I take the time to contact the store and ask if there are promo codes available, they will send me one.
Coupons save money, plain and simple.
But, like I said, I couldn’t find the patch coupons for Canadian usage, so i am going to try champix again. it worked well the first time, I was shocked at the total lack of cravings I had with it!
Wish me luck, Yo.
Today, I decided to wear jewelry. I normally don’t wear even my wedding rings. My fingers tend to swell up and then the rings get painful on me.
But today, I wanted to be pretty, and also, I have some of my sister’s jewelry now, and i wanted to feel close to her. None of it has any certified diamonds, but its all very pretty.
I feel especially good about wearing her daughters pride ring. She got it when she was 16 and it is the piece she had the longest. It has her birthstone, august, as well as my parents, may, so it is very green, and green is not my favorite color by far, but all the same, I feel good wearing it.
I touch it often
We spent the day before Father’s day at my dads house. The boys made him drawings and cards, but I wasn’t smart enough to plan ahead and buy him a card. I always forget.
I didn’t ask him if he was gonna be OK, this being the first fathers day without Sheri, I figured it might not be any of my business, plus, if he wasn’t OK, I was unsure how I would deal with the news.
We went through the last of my sisters belongings. Mostly clothing, 90% of which is to be donated to a woman’s shelter or the thrift store, a few toys, and her jewelry.
In this last load of belongings was her big fluffy red housecoat that Micah and I bought her for Christmas. I kept that for myself. Right now, it is way too hot to wear it, but I like to imagine myself in it next winter, all fuzzy and warm, like a big hug from her.
The boys made Micah little knickknacks at school, a coffee mug, a board game and a personalized Frisbee, and I got him an interactive drums tee shirt from Think Geek. We spent the day doing *almost* dickshitall, I made some banana loaves – the mini kind, for camping, and Micah set up the tent in the backyard and let the sprinkler “rain” on it so we could test it’s waterproofness.
It was an OK kinda day.
One more week of school and my boys are home with me full time. I am looking forward to it more than I can possibly explain.
Today I surprised myself. In a good way!
See, there is this store, it’s a candy store, all the ooooold candies, all the stuff you cant find anywhere else, its got toys and collectibles, it’s pretty much heaven on earth, and I had been avoiding it ever since My sister died.
My sister was on welfare – don’t you fucking judge, she had five or six hours of dialysis every second day and was tired and sick in between treatments, there was no way for her to work. People who don;t screw welfare, who don’;t have kid after kid after kid just for the cash, do not live on the high hog on welfare. Sheri never had extra money for special candies, she spent her cash on rent and a few groceries, so I loved buying her little treats, flavored lip glosses, bags of jelly beans, sizzling cinnamon suckers, all her favorites, and surprising her with them the next time we met up. (some times, by accident, I had eaten her jelly beans and sucked her suckers before I saw her to give them to her) (shut up, I love candy. SO MUCH. You have no freaking clue how much I love candy. If you had any idea how I feel towards candy, you would be buying stock in safe diet pills ASAP)
AHNYWAY. We went to the store, I saw stuff, new stuff that she would have loved, But instead of getting all sad and mopey, I smiled thinking that she would have loved it, and made plans to go back later when I had more expendable cash to buy some, and enjoy it for her.
I feel like I won something, being able to remember Sheri, to remember something we both loved, without breaking down.
I’s like my gold star now please!
In 1998, the University I was attending had a huge blood drive, and I went to try and donate. They turned me away because I had a bit of a cough. It pissed me off, and I had been ignoring them ever since. They call me every three months and ask me to donate and I always told them “sorry, can’t just got a tattoo” whether I had one or not.
This last time they called, I agreed to go and donate.
I’m not sure how many times my sister was transfused during her lifetime in the hospital, she had more operations than I can count, and I know for sure that she has had blood given to her.
It’s just a small bag of blood, but it will all add up, and eventually I will “pay” Canadian Blood Services back for all the times they helped My Sister.
*OK, it IS funny in this one instance!
