Today, Aug 21, 2014, 58 minutes ago, marks being smoke-free, sixteen years, 58 minutes. Saving $52,596.36 that would have been just burned up. Time used for a better purpose: 1 year, 34 weeks, 6 days, 18 hours, 5 minutes. That last figure represents what would have been almost a year and two thirds spent huddled outside restaurants, theaters, libraries, offices, friend's houses, etc., etc., in the cold and rain furiously puffing away, getting my nicotine fix before getting back to what I had been doing before the craving hit.
Fifty two thousand dollars that would have been spent buying cigarettes... That is an outrageous figure, when you get right down to it. I guess it's not really saved... I must have spent it twice over, but at least I didn't just put a match to it and burn it up! YIPPEE!!
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Originally Posted by WT Sharpe
Ha! I asked for some "not too hot" curry at an Indian restaurant and what was set before me lit me up! I was like Godzilla; breathing flames with every bite. Well, Godzilla with a runny nose at any rate. But I ate it all, because I'm one hell of a tough man, and I recognize a test of manhood when I see it.  |
Having failed most tests of manhood, I carry a small packet of honey with me when I'm going to new restaurants where the food may be too spicy. When I'm in Korea, I carry the whole Honey Bear... Here in Thailand I can specify just how many Thai peppers I want added to a dish so I don't get into too much trouble. I find 4-5 Thai peppers to be about right. My wife has trouble with 2 of them. Some of my Thai friends don't count them; they add them by the large handful...
But in Korea they use a crushed and dried red pepper, adding by spoonfuls, so no accurate measurement and usually insanely hot! Thank all Gods that honey stops the burn instantly! Much more effective than yogurt or milk. A drop or two on the tongue, rubbed around the mouth, and the pain is gone immediately so you can take the next mouthful and cry again!
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Originally Posted by kindlekitten
Sitting on my arse doing absolutely nothing while paying a teenager to weed my pastures. Not sure if I should feel like total sh*t or be happy
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I think that's very nice of you. When I was a teenager, no one ever offered to pay me to smoke weed in their pasture. Usually they'd just run us off!
Stitchawl