I tried every drug known to mankind that I could get my hands on in college. Didn't enjoy pills or speedy drugs (HATED cocaine), but was quite fond of the hallucinogens: weed, mushrooms, LSD. Other than weed, haven't done any of that for decades.
Weed is legal here, and I still smoke it occasionally, after the kids have gone to bed, but they know I smoke it. We treat it as no different than alcohol: it's dangerous, it affects your judgement, it affects your brain development, it's illegal for minors, you can't try it til you are 21. Then it's your choice.
Frankly, if I could choose, I'd rather they experiment with weed than alcohol.
gleet (google it, I dare you)
I am happy this improbably long week is finally almost over.
This:
Verbal's meatloaf
2 lbs ground turkey
2 green peppers
1 onion
1/4 cup ketchup
1 cup breadcrumbs
Several generous squirts of Worcestershire sauce
Sauté the onion and peppers in butter. Have one of your kids squish everything together by hand because they think it is really gross. Put it in a casserole dish and cook for an hour at 375 degrees. Put bar-b-que sauce on top for the last 10 minutes or so.
I am 445 views away from having my first famous story!
the never ending roller coaster that is parenthood.
Steve Earle.
Springsteen is awfully close, though.
And U2 was on a perfect streak until Pop, after which they kinda sucked.
Actually my original post had nothing to do with either the nuclear talks in Tehran or the religious freedom restoration act, but that a young woman in Indianapolis was put in prison for six fucking years for essentially having a miscarriage and seeking medical attention.
I can't smile for photographs, though I do often in real life. When I try it comes out forced and fake. It's truly bizarre. My Dad doesn't smile for photos, though her does in real life too, so it's a learned behavior. Still. Weird.
overwhelmed (post-vacation work backup)
Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear.