Parking Lot Compulsions

Update on not smoking.  I feel so much better it is hard to explain.  My joints literally feel lighter and do not ache so much.  I also have rhuematoid arthritis, which always bothers me more in the winter, but I feel better than I have in years.
Yesterday a friend called me and asked me if I would bring her cigarettes on my lunch break, as she was stuck in the house.  There was no way I was going to go anywhere in this town and buy cigarettes after all this!  I laughed.  LAUGHED, and told her that I had a pack in my purse I had been carrying for security and I felt able to let those go now.  That worked.  And I didn't have a panic attack.  This marks the first time in roughly 26 years that I have not had a pack in my possession, in fact, within 10 feet of my person.  You can take a few years out of that 26 for pregnancy.  For some reason the minute I became pregnant I could smell like a bloodhound and never had the least bit of trouble throwing them away.  That sense of smell was more a burden than a blessing most of the time, but I think God gives you that so you can be a good mother.  It does gradually fade, though.
So I guess I'm on the road to replacing my addiction to smoking with an addition to eating candy. 
Last night I started picking up candy and ended up with 4 bags of assorted goodies in my basket along with the dogfood that I went to the store for.  I was trying to come up with a plan of how to hide all this crap from the kids until I could get it to work, and I sat there and ate a huge candy bar (chocolate and toffee on sale for $1.29).  While I was sitting there in the parking lot, in my warm car, in the dark, I remembered some talk show I saw years ago on compulsive eaters.  They cried about how embarrassing it was for them to go through drive-thru's (because they did it several times a day) and how they would drive around and park in parking lots to eat the food because they were too ashamed to let anyone see them eat.
I knew just how they felt.
I wondered if there were any in the parking lot that had cigarettes.......I had some good stuff to trade......
Then I just separated out all the candy and tied it up and put it with the bags of stuff ready for the Salvation Army the next time I go, and went home.
Stay tuned for how to deal with acne in your 40's so that it doesn't interfere with wrinkle solutions. 

I got a couple of paper cuts on the pads on my fingers yesterday.  Not enough to bleed but enough to have a perforation in your skin that you almost break open anytime you pushed on anything.  It makes me shudder to even type that.  I really, really hate paper cuts like that.  I would rather it just go ahead and make a cut and get it over with.  I keep a some New Skin in my desk for just such emergencies.  It is like super glue and works really well.
When I got home I grabbed what I thought was my bottle of New Skin at home and reapplied some to one of my fingers.  I thought it burned quite a bit worse, but it dried and I went on with my night.  Before bed last night I noticed that it was all white and weird, so I went and got the bottle.  I had put Compound W on my papercut instead of New Skin.  Great......I tried to pick it off and it almost took my skin off with it. 
These are the things that I do and don't even know it for hours.
Distracted?  Well, just intensely multi-tasking is the way I would put it.

Coming soon - Political page

Tonight I will wade into Obamacare and the problems with nailing down who that will cover and how much it will cost.  I have added a page for this stuff so that only those who are actually interested in it will be able to go there for discussions.

Can you believe this?

I just had to comment on this.  It will relate to some posting I want to do about the subject of "feminism" and what in Heaven's name that even means today.
This is Helem Bonham Carter and the outfit she wore to the Golden Globes.  Now, I am for everybody being happy.  Whatever that takes, as long as you don't hurt anyone but possibly yourself, I say it's your business. 
Having said that, I have to say this:  Helen is either into the Judy Garland Trail Mix OR this is the equivalent of an actresses "Up yours, Hollywood!" moment.
I did not watch the Golden Globes, but when I saw this outfit I laughed out loud for 7 or 8 minutes. Is the strap dress supposed to do that?  Do you see the two different shoes????  I mean the whole thing is a disaster, but the shoes!!  THE SHOES!!
I strongly suspect they could make a hilarious movie out of the story behind this outfit.  Probably even the day and night proceeding her putting this outfit on.  I would give anything to know what her exact words were when she got it all together and looked in the  mirror.  Do you think she DID look in the mirror?  Did an assistant get fired over this?
If this is her way of thumbing her nose to the waste and shallowness of awards shows, Helen has new fan.
If she was just having "one of those days" and decided to say "hell with it" I still admire her courage.
Either way I have to check her out further. 
And you can't BUY publicity like that outfit guarantees.
So I am calling this an epic success, regardless of what the fashion police say.  Truly laugh out loud.