I had to get new vape juice today, so I ran over to Village Vapors downtown. I have to say, I totally love this place. You get to try the flavors before you buy, so no more coming home with a hand full of flavors I end up never using again. You also get to check out several different types of batteries.. As always, my experience was awesome, and I brought home 2 new flavors I love. (Hopefully Hubby doesn't hate them like the last one!)
When I first walked in, I noticed an old friend sitting at the counter. How weird, I haven't seen him other than on Facebook for a few years, yet I ran into him at the grocery store last week, and at the vape counter this week! It was fun trying new flavors and talking vapes with a friend! His wife doesn't smoke, and vapes really appealed to him because his wife lets him smoke them in the house. Now if I could only get the Hubs to give in and Vape!
In the front corner of the store, there 2 guys working on their batteries. There was a cloud of vapor around them that looked like a heavy fog. I'm at the counter tasting different flavors when I actually see one of them take a hit. I've read a little about mods, so I just asked them, are you guys making mods? One of them came over to me with his giant battery and shows me the new coils he just installed. He did his best to explain how and what he did to achieve a major hitting mod. Totally cool.. I asked if they'd teach a class.:). Definitely something I would like to learn to do next. I'd love a battery that looks like R2D2.
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Monday, October 13, 2014
Hallway project day
Today was a project day. My Hubby gave me a new hall closet and bought a chest freezer to put inside it. I've been so busy stocking the freezer, I still hadn't finished the new drywall or even painted the door. I almost stressed out over how I was going to finish the hall. Thankfully, Netflix added that awesome design show called, 'color splash'.. So I've been marathon watching for a week before inspiration finally struck.
I really didn't want to finish the drywall. It makes such a mess, and then I would have to repaint the entire hall. I get my paint for free at the recycling center, and custom mix it. This was the 3rd time in 4 years that I had painted the hall. I totally love the color, have none left, and didn't want to do it again! So... My answer was to go to the Restore in Plymouth and buy some old big mirrors. My plan was to custom cut the mirrors myself and piece them in around the new closet door.
I bought a new glass cutter and made my first cut on the 1/4" thick glass. I'm skilled at cutting thin glass... I totally screwed up the first cut. So, instead of spending the whole day making one crappy cut after another, I called a glass company. They literally saved me today. Thank you Glass Doctor of Warsaw! I was able to spend my day hanging the glass, cutting trim, and putting it all together. It's now 7pm, and I've been at it since 9am! I painted the new door to match the other hall doors, and started on customization of each door. I actually remembered to take a before pic! Go me!
I really didn't want to finish the drywall. It makes such a mess, and then I would have to repaint the entire hall. I get my paint for free at the recycling center, and custom mix it. This was the 3rd time in 4 years that I had painted the hall. I totally love the color, have none left, and didn't want to do it again! So... My answer was to go to the Restore in Plymouth and buy some old big mirrors. My plan was to custom cut the mirrors myself and piece them in around the new closet door.
I bought a new glass cutter and made my first cut on the 1/4" thick glass. I'm skilled at cutting thin glass... I totally screwed up the first cut. So, instead of spending the whole day making one crappy cut after another, I called a glass company. They literally saved me today. Thank you Glass Doctor of Warsaw! I was able to spend my day hanging the glass, cutting trim, and putting it all together. It's now 7pm, and I've been at it since 9am! I painted the new door to match the other hall doors, and started on customization of each door. I actually remembered to take a before pic! Go me!
Sunday, October 5, 2014
The Appendix incident part 2
Grams walked to the Theatre with Jack and Glen (I believe they were her cousins as going with a boy was not allowed). It was a mile and 1 block away from her home. While they were walking, Grams began to experience cramping pain, but didn't really care yet.. They arrive at the theatre and take their seats to see The Return of Frankenstein. The pain intensified during the movie. The boys kept telling her that she was just a 'fraidy cat', and that perhaps she would enjoy the movie further if she removed her head from inside her shirt.
The movie had finally concluded, but the pain was more intense than ever. Grams was now unable to walk and doubled over to the point that the boys decided to carry her all the way home. Once home, she received no pity from her mother, who said it was that devil movie that made her sick. Grams was told to sleep it off, and that she should pray the devil is gone by morning. (Can you imagine??)
Morning came, but the devil decided to double down... Grams didn't rest at all that night. By morning, it became evident that she needed a Doctors care. She was lucky that they removed it before it burst. Ten days later, she was home recovering from the 'devil movie nightmare'.
I couldn't imagine growing up the way she did. I'm just in awe at times that Grams was able to turn out so normal..
The movie had finally concluded, but the pain was more intense than ever. Grams was now unable to walk and doubled over to the point that the boys decided to carry her all the way home. Once home, she received no pity from her mother, who said it was that devil movie that made her sick. Grams was told to sleep it off, and that she should pray the devil is gone by morning. (Can you imagine??)
Morning came, but the devil decided to double down... Grams didn't rest at all that night. By morning, it became evident that she needed a Doctors care. She was lucky that they removed it before it burst. Ten days later, she was home recovering from the 'devil movie nightmare'.
I couldn't imagine growing up the way she did. I'm just in awe at times that Grams was able to turn out so normal..
Grams.. The appendix incident
I think I'm loving the idea of using this blog as a diary....
I spent a few hours Friday morning with Grams, and it made me realize the importance of writing things down. She has notebooks, and boxes of loose paper with her thoughts and experiences written down. She was upset because she had been trying to organize each box chronologically. Somehow, she managed to undo what we had already done. I told her it was no big deal. Really, it is no big deal.
We had been going through her childhood stories for a few weeks now. I am half my grandmothers age, and I struggle with details on my childhood, so I find her notes to be made of gold. How wonderful it is when I ask a question she can't recall the details to. She just shuffles through her papers until she can read me a story. It was on her mind to talk about her injuries and illness throughout life. So we began..
My Grams was born into the depression era. Her parents had 6 kids. 6 freaking kids in the depression era. Seriously. What were they thinking? Her parents were poor for the majority of her life. (6 kids to feed would put anyone in the poor house!) When my Grams fell ill to appendicitis, a ten day stay in the hospital wasn't exactly in the budget. Amazingly, Grams still has the bill and payment receipts for most of her Doctor Visits over the years. Ten days in the hospital, a removed appendix, anesthesia and all were a whopping $57.00. Do you know what a TWO day stay in the hospital for appendicitis is now? $20k...( My daughter went through this 2 years ago. )
Grams had a very strict, very religious mother. She wasn't allowed to go to the theatre to see a movie because it was, 'the devils work'. (I'm not kidding) Grams was now a teenager, and going to the theatre was kind of a big deal. After a long time of begging and pleading had passed, Grams was finally allowed to see a feature film on the big screen. Permission was granted with a terrible amount of religious guilt that was sure to hang over her head for years to come.
I spent a few hours Friday morning with Grams, and it made me realize the importance of writing things down. She has notebooks, and boxes of loose paper with her thoughts and experiences written down. She was upset because she had been trying to organize each box chronologically. Somehow, she managed to undo what we had already done. I told her it was no big deal. Really, it is no big deal.
We had been going through her childhood stories for a few weeks now. I am half my grandmothers age, and I struggle with details on my childhood, so I find her notes to be made of gold. How wonderful it is when I ask a question she can't recall the details to. She just shuffles through her papers until she can read me a story. It was on her mind to talk about her injuries and illness throughout life. So we began..
My Grams was born into the depression era. Her parents had 6 kids. 6 freaking kids in the depression era. Seriously. What were they thinking? Her parents were poor for the majority of her life. (6 kids to feed would put anyone in the poor house!) When my Grams fell ill to appendicitis, a ten day stay in the hospital wasn't exactly in the budget. Amazingly, Grams still has the bill and payment receipts for most of her Doctor Visits over the years. Ten days in the hospital, a removed appendix, anesthesia and all were a whopping $57.00. Do you know what a TWO day stay in the hospital for appendicitis is now? $20k...( My daughter went through this 2 years ago. )
Grams had a very strict, very religious mother. She wasn't allowed to go to the theatre to see a movie because it was, 'the devils work'. (I'm not kidding) Grams was now a teenager, and going to the theatre was kind of a big deal. After a long time of begging and pleading had passed, Grams was finally allowed to see a feature film on the big screen. Permission was granted with a terrible amount of religious guilt that was sure to hang over her head for years to come.
Thursday, October 2, 2014
Grams and her book
So, it's been a few weeks since Grams and I started going through all the notes and stories of her life. She's been trying to write a book for, well.. As long as I can remember. I volunteered to help her put all her notes in chronological order and then write the book. I have come to realize a few things.
First, Grams is pretty cool in her old fashioned way. The stories, written in her own words and then told to me in her perspective, have been enlightening. Some of the best stories are a bit naughty.. And she doesn't want me to include them in the story of her life. Grams can make me nearly piss myself in pure laughter.
Second, due to the large volume of notes that she took, her "diary", and the fact that she's 80 something and counting make me realize that her book may indeed be my life's work. I'm not turned off by this. It's just a tad daunting.
Third, story telling is in the genes. Come to find out, Grams' Auntie wrote a book. So, this may explain my desire to start my diary 'on the line'. I kept looking into blogging forever... Finally just did it.
And last, I'll never regret the extra, quality filled time I'm spending with her. We get together once a week for a few hours. And I'm enjoying the fact that I totally FEEL like the favorite:)
First, Grams is pretty cool in her old fashioned way. The stories, written in her own words and then told to me in her perspective, have been enlightening. Some of the best stories are a bit naughty.. And she doesn't want me to include them in the story of her life. Grams can make me nearly piss myself in pure laughter.
Second, due to the large volume of notes that she took, her "diary", and the fact that she's 80 something and counting make me realize that her book may indeed be my life's work. I'm not turned off by this. It's just a tad daunting.
Third, story telling is in the genes. Come to find out, Grams' Auntie wrote a book. So, this may explain my desire to start my diary 'on the line'. I kept looking into blogging forever... Finally just did it.
And last, I'll never regret the extra, quality filled time I'm spending with her. We get together once a week for a few hours. And I'm enjoying the fact that I totally FEEL like the favorite:)
But, did I really quit smoking?
I threw my cigarette pack in the trash upon waking on March 1, 2014. I had a positive attitude and a pack of brand new ecigs. I had read about so many different people using ecigs to quit... So, why can't I? I kept telling myself that this was gonna be a cakewalk. I even said it out loud in front of the mirror.
I was just shy of being a 30 year smoker. As awful as it sounds, I started smoking when I was 13. I quit smoking when I became pregnant with my kids, but I just picked them back up again after I had them. I was prescribed a pill to quit smoking a few years ago, but it didn't last long. I tried the patch, with about as much success as the pill. And here I am today, 7 months into quitting with the use of electronic smoke.
What is different this time? I don't feel like I quit smoking. But yet I have. I haven't touched an 'analog cigarette' since I threw them away. Not one lit cigarette has touched my lips. Not one puff has filled my lungs.. And I can feel the difference. No more congestion. My voice is a few octaves higher. I smell EVERYTHING. I don't smell like an ashtray anymore. My car doesn't smell like one either. But most of all, I don't have that desire to start smoking again. In the past, it was always there. No matter how long I had gone without a smoke, I always wanted one. Now, I don't ever want to be a smoker again.
I'm not gonna make it out to be all roses and rainbows, because it wasn't. The first couple hours were easy. Then the anxiety started creeping up. That, ' I'm about to lose my mind... Could jump over the Grand Canyon to get a cigarette' feeling started poking at my brain until I just wanted to scream. I wasn't about to cave in this time. No, not this time. The ecig wasn't doing it for me. But, I'd heard about a vaporizer pen from a friend, so I headed to my local smoke shop.
Vaping was pretty new here. In fact, the smoke shop had one model to choose from.. The girl working behind the counter was as helpful as she could be. She had no experience with vaping, and only knew the basics. I bought the pen, and 5 different favors of the highest nicotine juice they had to offer. I was craving a smoke so bad that I was talking too fast. I just wanted to get to my car, open the new stuff, and smoke my happy head off.
There were clouds in my car. Seriously. Lucky for me, the new pen came charged. I was smoking in minutes, and it was amazing. I could feel the nicotine caress my brain. My new device was Enveloping my mind, hugging me, and telling me it was all gonna be ok. I sat there puffing huge white vapor clouds for about 5 minutes before heading home. It's been a cakewalk ever since.
I love vaping. My analog friends are fascinated, and I've managed to convert a few. I have since stepped down from 2.4 nicotine to 1.2. Just yesterday I bought zero nicotine liquid. It won't be long until I'm nicotine free. Will I keep vaping? Only time will tell. Have you vaped?
I was just shy of being a 30 year smoker. As awful as it sounds, I started smoking when I was 13. I quit smoking when I became pregnant with my kids, but I just picked them back up again after I had them. I was prescribed a pill to quit smoking a few years ago, but it didn't last long. I tried the patch, with about as much success as the pill. And here I am today, 7 months into quitting with the use of electronic smoke.
What is different this time? I don't feel like I quit smoking. But yet I have. I haven't touched an 'analog cigarette' since I threw them away. Not one lit cigarette has touched my lips. Not one puff has filled my lungs.. And I can feel the difference. No more congestion. My voice is a few octaves higher. I smell EVERYTHING. I don't smell like an ashtray anymore. My car doesn't smell like one either. But most of all, I don't have that desire to start smoking again. In the past, it was always there. No matter how long I had gone without a smoke, I always wanted one. Now, I don't ever want to be a smoker again.
I'm not gonna make it out to be all roses and rainbows, because it wasn't. The first couple hours were easy. Then the anxiety started creeping up. That, ' I'm about to lose my mind... Could jump over the Grand Canyon to get a cigarette' feeling started poking at my brain until I just wanted to scream. I wasn't about to cave in this time. No, not this time. The ecig wasn't doing it for me. But, I'd heard about a vaporizer pen from a friend, so I headed to my local smoke shop.
Vaping was pretty new here. In fact, the smoke shop had one model to choose from.. The girl working behind the counter was as helpful as she could be. She had no experience with vaping, and only knew the basics. I bought the pen, and 5 different favors of the highest nicotine juice they had to offer. I was craving a smoke so bad that I was talking too fast. I just wanted to get to my car, open the new stuff, and smoke my happy head off.
There were clouds in my car. Seriously. Lucky for me, the new pen came charged. I was smoking in minutes, and it was amazing. I could feel the nicotine caress my brain. My new device was Enveloping my mind, hugging me, and telling me it was all gonna be ok. I sat there puffing huge white vapor clouds for about 5 minutes before heading home. It's been a cakewalk ever since.
I love vaping. My analog friends are fascinated, and I've managed to convert a few. I have since stepped down from 2.4 nicotine to 1.2. Just yesterday I bought zero nicotine liquid. It won't be long until I'm nicotine free. Will I keep vaping? Only time will tell. Have you vaped?
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