Happy 420!

So, as you may be able to tell, I didn't make it back for another post yesterday. After a breakfast consisting of leftover pizza and a well deserved nap, I proceeded to do the dishes and a few other housewife duties, our little punk rocker friend stopped by and confiscated my computer chair... no posting going to happen then but I don't mind too much, I like our little punk rocker friend.

He's been stopping by a lot lately, on the days he isn't with his daughter. It's nice considering there are times we go months without seeing him, for no in particular reason. I don't know if it's the couple years he has on us or the fact that he can be so much more mature then all the youngin's running around here but we've never had an issue with this guy, it's awesome.

Happy 420 to everyone who celebrates it! I am celebrating the day and this post with the aid of weed. I'd recommend it to everyone, even though this really is no depart from my regular schedule. Like I said in my last post, we don't have anything fancy planned. In fact, the hubby has to work, isn't it sad? I'm kind of glad it falls on a Sunday this year, no school related issues to deal with. I know some bad things can be associated with this day, and while not trying to diminish the tragedy some have suffered, I'd rather go with the lighter side ("higher" side, if you will) of this day's history.

To be honest, this day only has something to do with weed because we decided it would. 420 typically refers to the perfect time of day to sit back, relax and reflect on the day with the aid of a little our little friend Mary Jane. Most often we have the seventies and more specifically Cheech and Chong to thank for our stoner traditions. Yeah, I've researched it a little. The first time my mom, stoner of over thirty years, asked me what 420 meant, I figured I should know. Google is a wonderful thing.

Just after midnight last night, while indulging in our newest addiction, UNO, someone entered the room, wished us a Happy 420 and sparked up a joint. It was great. So far, one of the hubby's reservations about joining the 360 camera world is showing the passing and participating in the bong. I think this relieved his fears some.

For me, the 360 camera would be an exercise in confidence. Showing myself on video across the internet has never been high on my to do list. I'm not even crazy about having my picture taken. However, looking through the hundreds of photos stored on my computer, I realize we have plenty of pictures of friends and activities, but not many of myself. I prefer to be the one taking the pictures, and the hubby knows my issue with being inherently camera shy and respectfully doesn't aim in my direction. I wish I was in some of those pictures now. I feel left out. I told the hubby to... I guess use a little less respect for me where the camera is concerned. Take my picture, just make sure to delete the bad ones for goodness sake. I'm trying, I really am, I crave confidence. It doesn't help that this isn't just my issue, it runs in the family, real strong. I don't have one picture of my grandma and the only pictures of my mom I have, have typically been taken by force and only over the past few years, heh.

Alright, time to go hunt and gather... I'm hungry and it's not just the weed. Let's just hope that I don't get distracted and forget what I went into the kitchen for, that... that we can blame on the weed.