My on again off again love affair....

Not perhaps what you are thinking.

I smoked for almost 10 years. I was a late bloomer and started at the ripe age of 26 years old.
I even smoked the entire time that I was going through nursing school. Nothing is more fun than having peers come out of a campus building and glare at the 4 or 5 of us die hards (pun intended!) out there smoking. Those of us still sucking and puffing found the looks quite hilarious.

I finally decided that I could be fat or I could smoke, but I could not be both. Yep...gave up the smoking.

It still comes around for a brief fling here and there though. When I bought my first house the anxiety put me over the edge. Finally I just had to smoke for a short while. Then I quit her again.

After my brother's suicide I hung in there, but when my Dad had his stroke I climbed back on her for another little affair. You can imagine the interesting looks I got when people found out that my Dad just had a stroke and my response was to take up a habit that is likely to give me one as well.

So I had a job that I hated and then I quit that one. The current job is rather interesting. I started working as a nurse in a prison.

Yesterday I started my rather expensive and deadly love affair again.

Back soon, I have to go take an aspirin and sharpen up my resume.

Prison stories some day in the future. It is a fascinating culture. Truly a little city within fences and bars. I must have a middlin' amount of paranoia at all times while at work because becoming complacent can lead to trouble. I think the people who work there love it and hate it all at the same time. Many people are just not cut out for it and usually can be easily peeped out.


I'm not sure that I am completely cut out for this as I think my job is still evolving. Never in a million years would I have thought that I would end up doing this.

How and why....

How does the dog know when I have run out of paper towel?
And why is the next sound that I hear as I use the last piece the sound of the dog starting to get sick on the carpeting?
Just a thought to ponder.