Last Dip Talk...

So, recently I have come to the conclusion that dipping tobacco may be a great stress reliever, it's not the way to live a life. With all the excuses I've given myself and all the people around who love and care about me, I came to a sudden realization. I don't need this shit, man. An addiction is nothing to trifle with. My gums are beginning to atrophy, I have some jaw discomfort, (Starting recently) and it's just not a good way to live, man. Many good people have passed away due to tobacco-related cancer and I'm tired of living in fear. I'm tired of being associated with such a negative product. At work I'm known as the dip guy, (Same thing in my personal life) and that's not a good thing. I see this now, so as of today, December 10, 2015, I'm starting the fight to get my life back from tobacco. There will be no more "killer fillers" or "horseshoes", "hoggers", etc. It's been 15 minutes since I took out the last pinch and I'm already craving another one, but I know that my willpower should pull me through. So, keep me in your thoughts and prayer, Dippers and non-dippers. I'm going to need all the help that I can get. The badass now formerly known as Indy Dipper, is out.

Just an update.

The last time I posted a blog, I was in Ohio and if y'all read my post about the Ohio State University, you'd know I love the state. The reason why I'm posting today is because I wanted to give my readers a little update for what's going on with me. I was unemployed for about six months. This period stemmed from when I was terminated from my position at a Utility pole inspection company, at which I was well liked by my coworkers and disliked by my GM for some reason. Maybe it was because I had been late a few times or maybe it was because my productivity dropped heading into the winter, or maybe it was because he just didn't like me. I don't know, but he sure as hell fired my ass off of a technicality. The reason why I was "let go," wasn't for any of the reasons that I mentioned previously. Oh no. I was fired because I wasn't wearing my person protective equipment. (PPEs) which I get it, sure. The company doesn't want their employes to sue or anything like that, over an injury that could've been avoided because I was wearing my gloves or my safety vest. The thing is, no one wore their PPEs. The most someone would wear was their hard hat or possibly their vest in a high traffic area. So, I was fired for doing something that everyone else was doing. Anyway, long story short I was fired on Christmas Eve and didn't find employment until I went to a job fair in Indy, where I was hired at a vacation company. I was a telemarketer and I hated interrupting people's dinner's with my speech on a timeshare. Also, I couldn't dip, so I dipped my ass right out the door and from there I was unemployed. I didn't get job offers until June. I applied at a few places and got some interviews which led to hirings and then leaving my position to find something better. I finally stuck with a security company and I still work there to this day, but that wasn't enough. I needed more money. So I got hired on at a lumber yard. I still work here too. I'm really appreciated at both jobs and I get thanked for my hard work all the time. So, there's your update. Indy Dipper, out.

What It's Like Without Dip

Hey, Indy Dipper here. I'm gonna be talking about something that hits real close to home and that is what it's like to not have dip. I've had this awful, tragedy happen to me on more than one occasion. First, you sit there after you take your last pinch from a can and your like, "Shit! I'm out of dip." Then, you come to the conclusion that you can get through the rest of the day with taking another enjoyable pinch. So, after you get done with the one in your lip, you sit there and you're fine for about ten minutes and if you're me, you'll probably start craving another pinch by that time, but you don't get paid until tomorrow so you can't just go buy another can. Oh no! What do you do? It's been like 15 hours since you've had a dip. So, you're trying to stay on task at work or while you're doing something else, but you can't because all you can think about is a nice can of grizzly wintergreen long cut. So you're frantically trying to get through the work day and you keep checking the clock and you realize that you haven't had a dip in for only about five minutes. You soon realize that time really runs slow until you take another pinch. So, now the only thought going through your mind is DIP. So you text a buddy ask him to buy it for you, he says no. You text your fuck buddy and she says no. You text your brother and he says no. So you have to go to drastic measures. Text your mom. She come in clutch and says yes. You rejoice, but then everyone in the office looks at you weird because you just screamed yes at the top of your lungs and the last time they checked sex wasn't allowed in the work place. So then you look down in shame, but you wait until your mom gets there. Wait, wait, wait. You even start contemplating asking for a cigarette so you can see if that that'll work. Then your mom pulls up the to your place of work and hands you a can of skoal and you say fuck it and crack the can and put in a hogger of nicotine bliss. So that's what's like for me. What's it like for you? Indy Dipper out!

Buckeyes and Some Grizz - Dip Talk #3

GHey y'all. You know who is it is and you know what I'm dippin', so let's skip the introductions and let's dive into nictotine-fueled bliss. Today, our topic is my favorite college, the Ohio State University Buckeyes! Many people may ask, Indy, why do you like OSU? Let me tell y'all something that may shock many of you Hoosiers and others around the world alike, I'm actually a migrant to these here cornfields. I was born and raised a Buckeye, hailing from Darke County, Ohio. For those who aren't familiar with the Ohioian counties, that's about 45 minutes from Dayton. To be less specific, the county borders Indiana. People question my loyalty to a university that is in the center of the state. They say "Why aren't you a diehard Dayton fan, or Miami (Ohio) fan, or even a Ohio U fan?" I'm gonna let y'all in on a little secret. Where I'm from, it's almost like suburb of Columbus. It's just on the other side of the state. Everyone here is a Buckeye fan and I was raised to believe that as well. Anyhow, I've been a fan for as long as I can remember. I remember the controversial national championship in 2002. (I mean, it wasn't controversial for us, but for Miami.) Of course I remember spanking everyone in our path last season, except for Virginia Tech, I'm still pissed about that one. We still won the first college playoffs championship! Suck it, Oregon! Eddie won the heisman the year I was born and Troy won it in '06 and of course everyone knows Archie won it 2x. (I know there's more winners, I can't think of them off the top of my head right now, I mean it's 4 am, for God's sake!) We've had a lot of accomplishments in our football program. We've had success in basketball and wrestling (Logan Stieber, anyone?) and our academics are off the charts. It's just a great fandom to be apart of, man! There are Buckeyes all over the world, man! 

Nicknames

I would like to be refered to by these names for now on. 

-Buckytits

-The Duke of Dip

-King Cope

-The Grizzlanator

-Chawski

-The Dip Man

-The Sultan of Chaw

There we go, friends. The list of nicknames you may refer to your favorite dip blogger. 

My Thoughts on Dip

The facts about tobacco are mind blowing. Dipping tobacco is often thought to be an alternative to smoking, yet that Ian necessarily true, but It's a carcinogen, it causes tooth loss and your gums start to recede. It's an addictive substance. Which is what makes it so damn enjoyable. The reason I started dipping was because I thought it was cool to do. My dad dips and has done so for as long as I can remember. I thought it was cool because my dad did it. The cowboys in the westerns I watched when I was little chewed tobacco. (Two different forms of smokeless tobacco, which if you are an outsider of the dip community, you wouldn't know this.) So, because of all of my role models, I made the assumption that using chaw is cool. Now that I have used the stuff for almost two years, I have come to a conclusion. It's not cool. I love it though. It takes the stress away. It makes me feel bliss in an utterly stressful world. It's just amazing. So, that's what I'm thinking right now. Indy Dipper, out!

Beliefs and The Welfare Bear - Dip Talk #2

Hey, Indy Dipper here. I'm dipping some Old Faithful right now and I'm going to be talking about how I'm feeling right now. I just saw something that pissed me off to no end. I just saw a post that called out a whole group of people based on what they believed. I'm going to throw this out there, I'm a Christian. I believe in the word of God and the fact that his son died on the cross as a sacrifice for me and everyone out there. I may not live an ideal lifestyle. I mean, I drink, I curse, and of course I dip, but I know that the One that created this whole universe and the people and creatures in it, loves me so much that he sent his son to live on this earth and to spread the teachings of the Divine to people that didn't necessarily deserve to know Him. I mean, to you that may sound ridiculous, but to me it's the most immaculate piece of history ever told. I'm not going to judge you for what you believe. I'm no saint myself, but I feel that the people standing on their soap boxes saying that there's no God should be more accepting of of what I believe as well as what everyone else believes. It sometimes seems like the people speaking on the behalf of homosexuals and races that have been oppressed and other things that are hot button issues are the most hostile towards Christians. I'm just saying, if you're rude to someone because of the actions of a few people who claim to represent a belief or race then you should receive the same things that you wish on the ones that you hurt. Here's an example, if you had a kid who went to school and was persecuted for the thing that he believed in or for the color of his skin or because of something that you did, would you allow the abuse from his peers continue? If you're like me, you'd be madder than hell and you'd go down to the school and sort things out and you'd make damn sure that it didn't happen again. You'd be mad that someone was doing wrong by someone you love. Well, when people speak against out against my beliefs or the people that serve the same God as I do, it's basically like you're hurting my son. I love my brothers and sister in Christ as much or maybe more than you love your kid and I love my Lord and savior more than that. So, there we go. That's how I feel. Indy Dipper out.