My fun-loving husband, whom I love with all my heart, is attempting to quit smoking. He has tried for many years with zero success. Cold turkey, patches, pills, electronic cigarettes. I have tried to be helpful and understanding but all he says to me is I don't understand. I would like to understand what he is going through. I just don't know what to do or how to fix it without a little insight into quitting smoking.
So, the closest thing I can think of to quitting smoking for me is to quit drinking Mountain Dew. Headache, honery, irritable...that about sums it up.
New Year's brings new hopes, new challenges, and new commitments. I am committed to changing the way I run my life and take care of myself. My children need me in their lives for a long time!
This is a daily life-update on me. Here you will find my many moods to suit the daily challenges in my life. I will take you through my journey – smiles, laughs, cries, and achievements. So, hang in there with me (if you want) and we'll take a journey together.
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Monday, January 3, 2011
I've Always Wondered...
I've always wondered why nothing rhymes with April. Of course, people make up obnoxious words to rhyme with April, such as: Bapril, Fapril, Mapril, etc. These made-up words stem from the annoying childhood song. You know the one, April, April, bo BAPRIL! I feel worse for Chuck!
There are no cutsie nick-names for me, either. I usually get hit with May, June, or July. My name just doesn't make sense to me. I was not conceived in April. I was not born in April. I was born in September, and giving me the name of September would have made a Hell-of-a-lot more sense than April. The best thing that I can come up with is my father had an ex-girlfriend named April. I just may be right.
If anyone can come up with a legitimate rhyming word for April, you shall be my new hero.
There are no cutsie nick-names for me, either. I usually get hit with May, June, or July. My name just doesn't make sense to me. I was not conceived in April. I was not born in April. I was born in September, and giving me the name of September would have made a Hell-of-a-lot more sense than April. The best thing that I can come up with is my father had an ex-girlfriend named April. I just may be right.
If anyone can come up with a legitimate rhyming word for April, you shall be my new hero.
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