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A year ago today I lost my closest friend. They were with me constantly, through the good times, and bad. Through celebrations and remembrances.

We met in college, at first we didn’t get together too often, but by the time I finished school we saw each other daily. Often I’d give them a ride to and from school, and even bring them to work. We’d study together, and generally just see each other too often. My most favorite times were during our many drives.

But, after all of the above, I can’t say that I’m sad they are no longer around. In fact the times we haven’t seen each other over the past year have been the best. Its been tough at times, especially when they are hanging around with other friends, but I’m better off for it today.

Have you figured it out yet?

A year ago today, I had my last cigarette.

This was my 3rd time that I tried to quit. What worked for me this time was that I had an ultimate goal to reach. When I had my last smoke, as I threw it into the street I said goodbye to it. The moment was like I had just laid to rest a good friend. I’m confident that it was this moment that worked for me.

If you are trying to quit, stick with it. Don’t just quit on a whim because I think the likelihood of success is greater with a goal in mind, just quitting to quit will just bring you back in due time.

I’m really trying to make more mobile tools available to myself. Since there is no decent free application for blogging on the Blackberry I figured out how to setup blogging over email. I’ll have a more detailed post up later, but wanted to play a little bit more before getting that together.  Here’s a photo of the cat sitting in a most awkward position trying to fall asleep earlier this morning.  Taken with the camera on my Blackberry 8320.

Just got a text from Ken “What once was lost has been found!”. As many of you know, I lost my wedding ring at a Christmas party over at Laura and Ken’s while we were back in Massachusetts. As Cougar was leaving I decided to be a wise-ass and throw a few snowballs at him with Mike D. As we were walking back into the party I realized my ring was missing….

This isn’t the first time a wedding ring has been lost in our clan of “Hey Kids!”. Its actually the 3rd time. Mike D lost his while on his honeymoon. He and Steph were snorkeling off some exotic island in the Caribbean, I think it was the Grand Cayman Island. Mike watched it fall off his finger and he couldn’t grab it.

Last summer, Ken lost his while the clan was taking a canoe trip on the Saco river. I believe it happened while everyone was out in the river throwing around a football. Ken looked down and realized his ring was missing. The guys kept it quiet for a little while before getting the girls down to the river to help look. After 45 minutes and just about to give up, Ken’s brother-in-law, Jim, reached down to sift through some sediment and came up with the ring on his finger.

My story continues… A few of the guys came out to see what was going on outside as we were looking for the ring. I have no idea how the girls didn’t figure out we were up to something, but we pulled it off for about 20 minutes. Finally, I went back inside to keep looking thinking maybe it had fallen off before I was a dumbass. Laura was now sitting where I had been, so I asked her if she could get up cause I needed to look around that area because I lost my ring.

After about an hour of searching, we all gave up. I had killed the mood of the party and the non-local folks had started to leave. I had given up hope, but since it might have been in the snow not all hope was lost. Given the nice little heat wave that’s going on in Mass right now the snow had melted enough to expose that shiny little white gold ring.

So finally my thanks go out to everyone who helped searched and a major thanks to Laura and Ken for continuing to look!