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Dog the Bounty Hunter and Beth, Waldo, and panic attacks

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I'm curious if this post will post. since last night when I have tried to make a new post my last post gets pulled up. 

Yesterday the wee one and I went on a hiking adventure in Colorado Springs. While at the Trading Post after our hike, I saw Beth Chapman - Dog's wife! I did nto have my phone with me, so when we still saw her a while later after eating and shopping we got the phone and wee one politely asked her for a picture to which she obliged but said she was trying to be un-noticed. 🙂 We did some more browsing and made souvenier pennies and then Duane "Dog" walked swiftly past us into the back patio area. It was obvious they were trying to not be mobbed so I just got a picture of him from the door...

Then we headed into town and happened upon a man dressed as Waldo from Where's Waldo? Wee one got a picture with him as well and come to find out there were three of themin town for something (I imagine related to Waldo Canyon - fire and flood ravaged are the past few years)

Today I have the day off and I am cleaning. I have a box that has been in my closet for years....full of medical bills dating back to 2000. Because my son's ex made things so difficult I had to save everything - even after presenting it to him, or in Court or what not. He would come back later and claim it was fake or he had never gotten it...and for whatever reason I am having a panic attack over it and finding it very difficult to toss these things. I will never get the money from him. I will never have to present them in court again. I wish I could understand this horrible physical reaction to such benign things as medical bills that are 10-14 years old.

This is my way of trying to calm myself down. A break from the tossing and putting in writing how silly it is.

Be well everyone. 

~Eli

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I quit with the help of Chantix on September 14, 2013. I did the pledge. I wrote. I answered other people. I had to teach myself that smoking didn't actually make anything easier or better. I learned other coping techniques. I made friends here. I just didn't smoke each day.