MySpace-September 18, 2006-Joe's Bad Habit

But first...I had a test this morning. I didn't study much for it and nothing seemed to be sticking anyway. I was hoping for a 75% and thinking that even that would be a long shot. While everyone thought the test was hard, I managed to pull off an 89.5%. I feel guilty when I do that well when I haven't studied what I deem an appropriate amount for that grade. However, I think that this might of been a case where extra studying would of hurt me and I should thank all of the lucky four leaf clovers I racked up over the years.
Another thing, I started back at the dairy farm doing calf checks at night. I went out there last night (another reason I didn't get much studying done). I'm not getting paid and its only like a once a week thing but I really love the dairy cows. And luckily, I didn't freak myself out too bad about being alone in the dark. Sometimes I do. They were all so happy grazing and sleeping in the pasture. Guernsey cat was in the pasture too, laying with the cows and getting licked by him-one of his favorite things only rivaled by milk in the parlor. I was quite happy to find that 45 was still alive and kicking-she's like 15, which is old for a cow in general and even older for a dairy cow. It does help that she was well taken care of due to the hole in her side into her stomach. A rumen porthole. Awww. Cows.
So anyway, Joe's bad habit. Well, its probably not my place to say but Joe has started smoking again. I wasn't too concerned. He would smoke when hanging out with Jay (Jay, don't take this as I am nagging you too, but if it would make you quit, then I am. ) and that was fine-it was their thing. And he'd have a couple of cigarettes at work. Fine. I know how stressed he gets.
That relates to a little story. Last week or the week before, I went over to his house after he woke up and gave him a kiss. I was leaning on his shoulder and I kissed his neck. I pulled back and asked if he had been smoking. Joe gave this shocked look. He had. At work. He had showered since then and how could I tell.
Anyway, I wasn't too concerned. I told him that I didn't mind if he smoked but he should think about all of the money he spent trying to quit and left it at that. Well, since then, he told me last night that he went out and bought a pack of cigarettes. I wasn't too upset. Maybe it wouldn't be too much, maybe every now and again and I know that he gets stressed out and I harp about drinking alone and what not too. (I'm painting myself as such a nag.)
But I started thinking about it, thought about it while looking at cows, while studying, while taking my test. And I decided that no, I didn't want him to smoke. That he needed to end it now. It was really hard for him to quit in the first place and the wellbutrin he was on was pretty expensive. It would be easier to end now than in a month or a year. And he worries about money all of the time, think about the money he'll be spending on cigarettes if he starts that up again. And his health. And my health. And how smelly everything will be. And while there are some more really good reasons, I am sure, he also knows that if he's smoking, I'm more likely to start because secretly, I love smoking. So tonight, I'm going to nag him to quit. Maybe he just needs a hobby...

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 9/24/11.]