I need to lighten up. Taking far too many things far too seriously lands my mind and heart in a vice grip that makes functioning, and maintaining balance on this single mom tightrope, nearly impossible. When stress reaches the frightening level it has of late, the recipe for its alleviation is fairly specific: chocolate, tequila (if the kids aren't home), Dane Cook, laughing with girlfriends, exercise and escaping for several hours to a world far from the one in which I currently live. Nine times out of ten that world is Sex in the City (keep your groans to yourself) but this time it is my other guilty cable-show-on-DVD pleasure. Weeds.
For those of you that haven't yet discovered this treasure the premise is: a newly widowed mother of two (Mary Louise Parker), in order to support her family, becomes a pot dealer in her uptight suburban town of Agrestic, CA. The casting and writing are both brilliant. And, I would give my left nut to play the role Elizabeth Perkins landed - although, she is absolutely flawless in it. The only problem with my head over heels love of this show is that it gives me a raging case of second hand munchies that, if I ain't careful, are going to backfire all over my back side.
I have only smoked pot a handful of times in my life. The first time, my mother was later horrified to learn, involved a fifteen year old me, my dad, his boyfriend, Bette Midler's Christmas Concert and a purple feather boa. That was awesome. The last time was a couple of years ago when my children were gone for the weekend and one measly hit had me trapped inside of the movie "The Mexican" with Brad Pitt and totally convinced that my next door neighbors were tunneling underground from their house to mine. With spoons. That was not awesome.
The times in between were a mixed bag. I loved the laughter pouring out of my cells and eating every freaking thing on the Denny's breakfast menu. But, for the most part, weed hits me in a way I don't enjoy. At all. It's probably for the best - I should hang onto as many brain cells as I can. Not sure at this point I have many to spare...
So, rather than lighting up in order to lighten up, I will just make normal old boring brownies and let the folks in Agrestic toke up and take me away. There's more than one way to escape reality when needed. Thank God.
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Well, TO MY HORROR, I found out a year ago that my daughter smoked pot at age 14 (she is 21 now and happily active mormon). She had the strength to drop those friends--who she had had for years--and be alone at age 14 in high school. I'm in AWE of her strength. I also found out my son did pot in high school, too. IF I had still been in the mindset I was raised in, I would be horrified, setting them up for therapy, etc., etc. I'm able to recognize how wonderful my kids are--even if I haven't seen my son's actual color of hair since he was age 14 (it's purple right now). It is so wonderful to shed all that baggage.
Actually, "Puff the Magic Dragon" was my favorite song as a child. It was on the radio then and my dad would sing along to it.
Anyway, my husband's partner smoked some pot the other night. I have never tried it--and after seeing his reaction, don't think I will!!! He couldn't connect sentences and was extremely paranoid, although laughing hysterically the entire time. Me, I do drink alcohol now and then, but I have yet to get a real buzz (and the buzz just doesn't last long enough to give me a release). BUT, boy, do I get the chilling out business . . . I live UPTIGHT all the time--can't seem to relax EVER. I feel the stress in every cell of my body. Being a single mother for 11 years now (and it really hasn't gotten easier, just different, since they graduated high school) has made me feel on edge every minute of every day. If you find the magic pill, let me know.
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