I miss when he used to send me pictures of random stuff he saw during the day. It still happens, just much less often. I'm glad I had this one, though. He's been getting a little stressed and stretched thin with all he has to do, so little things like cooking me breakfast need to stop. I figure this will give him a little more time to think about his stuff and get his lists straight. The unfortunate side effect is that it means no more dippy eggs for me because I just can't make them. I guess I have three choices: give them up (and be grateful I have a picture of them), pay someone to make them for me, or finally learn how to do it myself. I suspect it's going to be a combination of the first two. :)
I got a couple more rows on the hat-in-progress done during my smoking cessation group last night. I think it's time to start the decreases. Unless something goes terribly wrong, I'll have a nice, warm hat (that doesn't match my coat) to wear on Monday. I'm actually thinking about whipping up matching mittens, but that might be beyond my skill level without a pattern. Unless I make them thumbless, in which case they're not really mittens, are they? They'd be hand hats.
We have a party to go to tomorrow at my boss's boss's house. It sounds like it's going to be rather awesome. I just have to remember to get his address when I'm at work today, otherwise I won't know where to go. I'm looking forward to trying his homemade jambalaya. Plus there's word on the street that some former coworkers will be there, and I'd love to see them.
Monday is my quit day. No matter how much I'm urged by a certain someone to not pick a day, I know me and I know I have to pick a day or I will never stop. My doctor said NO to Chantix and Zyban because of my history of depression, so I've chosen to do it with patches. Monday morning my patch goes on and yes, it will be tough. But it's the only way I can do it. The whole slowing down until you don't want them anymore thing would work great on Chantix or Zyban. But those aren't options for me. My goal for the next three days is to not let the nicotine voice in my head convince me that I need to step it up and smoke a LOT because on Monday morning there will be no more.
At group last night, we talked about the additives in cigarettes. Of course I knew it was bad. I'm not blind or deaf and I see and hear all the stuff out there. But the facilitator actually brought things with her to make it more real - a bottle of Windex (ammonia), a candle, rat poison, a jar of tar. It was disgusting, to say the least. Why am I choosing to ingest poison every single day? They told us at the first session that we would see or hear something that flipped a switch for us and I think mine was flipped when I saw that jar of tar. I wanted to quit before. Now I believe I can because I like myself and don't want to keep putting that nasty stuff into my body.
I wonder what today will bring. I hope it's good. I got to troubleshoot and fix a problem yesterday, rather than just sending emails, and it was awesome to stretch my tech head a bit. I expect today I'll mostly be creating test cases for our delivered desktop project. It's boring, but it needs to be done and they've mentioned some sort of contest (including free lunch). So I'm going to do it. I'm about a week behind so I doubt I'll win the contest but I can set a goal to come in third, right?
And one more thing before I go get ready for work: I love that man. He makes me happy even if he doesn't fry eggs for me. <3
This song reminds me of my first ex-husband a little bit, and of my current love a BIG bit. He loves him some Adele. I love me some him.
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