You would think with as much time as I spend typing I would be a better writer. People misunderstand my posts all the time. When I go back and read my post sometimes I see why there is disconnect, sometimes I don’t. It really bothers me because I don’t want to go back and correct them and make them feel bad for misunderstanding, but I don’t like the thought of my opinion being misunderstood. I don’t do a lot of serious posts publicly but when I do I wish I could make sure that they made sense. Nothing to misinterpret here today. 😉

My husband and I went out for a pizza a couple of weeks ago. We don’t do it often but when we do we go to a Pizza Hut in Michigan. We’re in Ohio but it’s only 10 minutes from our house.  We just always have good pizza there. (Medium Thin Crust Veggie with Light Cheese, Extra Sauce) Since it’s a rare treat it better taste good. Michigan and Ohio had very different Public Smoking laws so we were always risking having smokers in the restaurant when we went. Michigan must have changed their laws because there is no smoking in the restaurant now.

Ohio has a perfectly acceptable smoking ban as far as I’m concerned.  I am almost never around smokers unless I want to be. I hadn’t even really noticed until the other day when I saw a headline that used the words Third-Hand smoke damage. I don’t know what third-hand smoke is but I can only imagine that it’s the horrible smell that clings to people that have been stuck for long periods of time in a smoky enclosed area.  Those people that walk by you in the grocery store and you think they surely must have a little cloud swirling around them like Pig Pen, but no, they just smell strongly of smoke. That’s really the closest I get to smokers these days. None of my acquaintances smoke, none of the places I frequent have places to smoke, I don’t have to walk through a cloud of smokers to get in and out of my office or my gym. There are a couple of places that always seem to have at least one person outside the door smoking. I just don’t go there.  Occasionally there is a person or two under the front door awning at my office building hiding from the rain for a smoke on a Saturday. Usually right in front of the no smoking sign. I just hold my breath. For the most part, I am first, second and third hand smoke free. Good job Ohio!


Dr. McDougall’s Asian Entree – Teriyaki Noodle is not my cup of tea.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Tag Cloud


A new Iteration

Dog Hair In My Coffee

Just me: daughter, sister, mother, wife, the dream


Happiness gently landed on my shoulders

One Life, One Chance

Learning to be Resilient

Salty Antlers

Handyman Services, Custom Gifts

Daniel R. Simpson, MPA

Educator, Photographer, Cancer Warrior

It's me - mb!

musings from the mind of mb

The Journey from Big Girl to Fit N HEalthy

It Doesn't Matter How Many Times You Fall As Long As You Always Stand Back Up One More Time

Get With It For Life

Health & Fitness that Fits your Life - for Life


Blogging like it's the old days.

Musings of a Quirky Introvert

ideas ... observations ... reflections


I'm on a path. It meanders.

The Enchanted Cottage

Binaural beats therapy

Brainwaves entrainment for Android

A Sagittarian Seeker

Sharing a life of inner and outer journeys

Victor Travel Blog

An Illustrated Travel Magazine by Victor Tribunsky.


pairing wine with pizza and then meowing about it.

Bridgette Tales

Everybody has a story. Here's a little of mine.

Letters from Lyndie

Bets and Pieces

Solving Life's Puzzles, One Word at a Time

Start Skydiving



Onward and upward

cancer killing recipe

Just another site

%d bloggers like this: