I think when I say "I gotta do this", I may be asking for help. Help comes in many forms and the one that I am referring to is moral support. A pep talk or an "Atta Girl" or something. Shoot, I don't know. Ok, I'm gettin to it...
Every now and then, Superman will mention that we need to consider stopping the use of tobacco. I have always agreed with him. No doubt about it, we have to stop using tobacco.
I'm a smoker and Superman uses Copenhagen, every now and then Superman will smoke. Our tobacco is costing us way to much money. We all know the health risk so I don't even need to get into that part of it.
After the first of the year, I guess about a week into the New Year, I made a decision. A very large decision too.
I have made the decision that I want to quit smoking. I announced this to Superman and he is all for it and very glad that I made that decision. I even made the call to the doctor and set up the appointments for both of us.
Off to the doctor we go. We both come out of the doctors office with our prescription in our hand. We went straight to the pharmacy to get the prescriptions filled. The doctor said that the prescriptions would be expensive to fill, but he didn't know just how much.
Well we certainly found out how much the prescription is going to cost. Yes, it's expensive. $150 for me and $150 for Superman. $300!
I know just what your thinking... If we are spending the money to buy the tobacco, why can't we just get the prescriptions filled. Ok, it isn't that easy. We spend the money on tobacco a little at a time. Having the money all at one time is the problem.
What's going to happen? We are saving every penny that we can to get these prescriptions filled. I really am excited about getting started on quitting.
I'll keep you updated on how this works out.
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Monday, January 14, 2008
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Calling All Parents
Ok - I have to admit, I really need some advice.
My middle son, JD, is 12 years old and he hates school. Yes, with a capital H. Some days he will do his work with very little complaints and other days - well there other days. Days that he complains about everything. He hates his chair, he hates his desk, he hates the clothes he is wearing. He hates to read and even refuses to read. Every lesson he starts to do is dumb. Ask him to add 2+1 on those days and he will tell you he is confused. He can come up with any excuse and every excuse to get out of his school work. He will say that no one can make him do his school work.
Instead of looking in the material he has read for the answer to a multiple choice question, he will just pick an answer. He will say that he doesn't care if he gets it wrong. He will say that the answer is not in the material he just read. He will say that the answer isn't where he is looking or where he looked. He will say that I never help him. When I am sitting less than a foot away from him, he will ask me to tell him what page the answer is on. Then he will want you to tell him what paragraph it is in. And then he wants to know what sentence it is. I mean it just goes on and on.
He will say so many other things too. All the things that he says is negative. We all try to work with him. We all try to help him. There is a limit to helping someone before you actually are doing it for them.
I am hoping that someone who has experienced something like this can please give me some ideas or suggestions that may help us out. At this point, I sometimes think a root canal would be more pleasant.
My middle son, JD, is 12 years old and he hates school. Yes, with a capital H. Some days he will do his work with very little complaints and other days - well there other days. Days that he complains about everything. He hates his chair, he hates his desk, he hates the clothes he is wearing. He hates to read and even refuses to read. Every lesson he starts to do is dumb. Ask him to add 2+1 on those days and he will tell you he is confused. He can come up with any excuse and every excuse to get out of his school work. He will say that no one can make him do his school work.
Instead of looking in the material he has read for the answer to a multiple choice question, he will just pick an answer. He will say that he doesn't care if he gets it wrong. He will say that the answer is not in the material he just read. He will say that the answer isn't where he is looking or where he looked. He will say that I never help him. When I am sitting less than a foot away from him, he will ask me to tell him what page the answer is on. Then he will want you to tell him what paragraph it is in. And then he wants to know what sentence it is. I mean it just goes on and on.
He will say so many other things too. All the things that he says is negative. We all try to work with him. We all try to help him. There is a limit to helping someone before you actually are doing it for them.
I am hoping that someone who has experienced something like this can please give me some ideas or suggestions that may help us out. At this point, I sometimes think a root canal would be more pleasant.
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