Eight years ago Monday, I quit smoking.
There are a couple of factions of people in my life who will have completely opposite reactions. There are the ones I went to high school with who can’t imagine their valedictorian doing anything “bad.”
I tried to find a picture of myself from high school and failed. I should have raided my mom’s photo albums today. The only one I had access to was one my friend Beth sent me. It contains about 7 other people, none of whom — save her and our friend Jenny — would be thrilled about appearing on some random lesbian’s blog. Oh, and Beth’s husband is there with another lady. So let’s just say I was a bit of a goody-two-shoes.
Then…there are my friends from college.

College BFF Sarah. And some awkward man in drag.
I smoked all. the. time. Back then, you could smoke in a lot more places, like in bars.
And daaaaaance!
One girl in my sorority called the “The Smoking Mon,” which was apparently an “X-Files” reference. And my favorite bar was nicknamed Smokin’ Mon’s in honor of my patronage (and pile of cigarettes I left in my wake).
I’m pretty sure my high-school peers pictured something different — a lot more books, a lot more flannel.
Exactly.
Anyway, I left college with a degree and a pack-a-day habit. All things considered, it could have been worse.
I quit once about a month before my dad died, and, well, that didn’t last long.
But two days after my 30th birthday, I lit up for the last time. I wish I could say that I don’t miss it ever, that I don’t still crave them, that I don’t wish I could be one of those smokers who have one every now and then, but I can’t.
I can, say, though, that Chris would kill me if I ever started smoking again.
And how could I give this up?
Happy Quit Day, Monica. Way to not light things on fire and inhale them!
Yeah!



We went for a walk this weekend at the Montour Trail so we could take pictures of this ice craziness in the old tunnel.
I also took this picture. “Let’s go for a walk on the trail in the snow and do our scratch-offs!,” said at least one person.
A new brewery opened up near our house, Spoonwood. These pretzels and beer cheese were freaking amazing.
And this beer. I don’t know which one this was, but the coffee-drip ale was amazing. It will change your life.
This guy is trying to help me blog.
Maybe something like this will happen! This is us watching the sunset at Matador Beach on our “second date.”