The 21-year-old stud texted me for an hour last night. What a trip he is. He's like a walking, talking Red State. I almost forgot what it's like to be barely legal, full of conviction and self-righteousness. Like you're ready to stare down any fool that gets in your way, demanding authority, simply because you're the hottest thing on… Continue reading How much of a hippie are you?
Victor's father was the perfect hippie, because all hippies were tryin' to be Indians anyway. -Thomas, Smoke Signals This is one of my favorite quotes from one of my favorite authors in one of my favorite movies, so really its like a Superquote to me. I relate to it, because its true. I will post… Continue reading My Tribe
Something is in the air this week. My co-worker's grandmother-in-law died on Tuesday night. My other co-worker's pastor's house burned down yesterday. My boss got a call from one of the preschool teachers, threatening to walk out of her classroom due to a little girl screaming and locking herself in the bathroom for over an hour. There's been an… Continue reading Mental
After my cell phone company told me I could only retrieve text messages with a subpoena, I transcribed them into a document which included every date and time (from the journal I've been keeping) I've tried to get Rooferman to discuss a parenting plan in the past year and emailed them to Lawyerdude. He responded with "Its all hearsay, but sometimes the Judge will… Continue reading The Eve
I've been feeling a uncanny sense of peace this past week. I don't know if its because I've been practicing some hippie stress relief tips (and no, its not weed smoking), or if its the comforting repetition of last year's egg donation process. Once again I will be lining up vials of medicine, attaching needles,… Continue reading Uncanny
5 hours of Oktoberfest+22-month-old boy+28-month-old girl+single mom+dad on his own+Huskey/St. Bernard Mix = Exhausting We started off at the toddler park, where there was a birthday going on. My friend's Huskey/St. Bernard jumped right into the middle of the action, trying to steal burritos off the picnic table. LB refused to go potty in a civilized toilet, but… Continue reading Aren’t the weekends for relaxing?
Laying on the couch feeling sorry for yourself usually does not pave the way for groundbreaking realizations. However, laying on the couch watching Planet Earth on Netflix, makes for a single mom feel-good factory of hope and inspiration. My good friends raved about Planet Earth because they, being good harmless Stoners, like to get ripped and watch the… Continue reading Single Moms on Planet Earth
When LB's daddy and I lived in our shack in Montezuma County, our landlords were these two dredlocked hippies. The dude was a Phish-loving, former Deadhead who was hiding out in Colorado under a fake name. His main squeeze was a blonde chick who inhereted the property from her brother after he was busted running a… Continue reading The Death Road
I was trying to fix my widgets, and I ended up reverting back to my old blog layout. I've been desk surfing the past two weeks, trying to help people fill in the cracks before everyone goes postal on Convocation. Of course people want to use their vacation time in the summer, but I swear… Continue reading Oops.
Its the first of the month. Did I say white rabbit? No. Are you tired of hearing about mysuperstisious hippy ritual? Probably. Its like a tick, I tell you. And guess what? My car didn't start this morning. Proof of a month of bad luck starting already? No. Why? BECAUSE (as LB would say) my neighbor (whose… Continue reading Forget the rabbit