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Wednesday, 18 January 2012
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How to fall in love.
I wrote this little article about how to please a man, and while it did really well in the blogosphere (mainly among men, oddly enough) I was tipped off this morning that I should turn that shit around. I should write an article on how to please a woman, which this is, but I titled it how to fall in love, because doing these five things will make any girl fall in love with you.
5. Adore us.We know damn well we arent the only one, we know for sure there are other beautiful creatures that will inevitably draw your eye and maybe even arouse you. But for one second, lets pretend that we dont know that. And that we can live under the illusion that we are not only the only one, but also the best of the best of the best. You've never tasted cooking this delicious. You've never seen eyes shine quite like ours. And boy do we look beautiful in the morning with no makeup, right? So there it is, and why those damn country songs are so popular. We want to feel special. We want to feel timeless and alluring. We want you to be enraptured by our very essence. In turn, we will dole out blowjobs like candy on halloween.4. Push us.We have all been in a relationship where we slide comfortably into a rut. We stop trying to impress our mates and we end up coming to bed wearing granny panties and one of your old tshirts and carrying a bowl of cereal. Its all good once in a while, right? But women need a little bit of a push to stay challenged in relationships. Keep yourself in shape, and encourage your woman to do so too. This does not mean telling her that second bowl of ice cream is going straight to her hips, it means, encourage her to break a sweat along side of you. You know how the easiest way to break a mutual sweat is? Thats right. Booty. Encourage her to go back to school, or start a new business, or read a new book. It doesnt matter, we all need encouragement to become the best we can become. Whatever fulfills her, encourage her to do that often. Help her make time to do that, she will return the favor. Challenged women are happy women, they have purpose, they have goals and they only put on sweatpants AFTER the fact. Hone your motivational skills boys, you've got work to do.3. Teach us something.Thats right, its that simple. Follow the recipe in every movie and love story ever written, teach us something you know. Teach us something you are passionate about. Show us why you are passionate about it and how we can be involved. You will be rewarded with much praise and more of that elusive halloween candy.2. Put down the god damn video games.Dont go crazy and sell the xstation, or whatever it is called. Theres plenty of time you can waste shooting zombies and killing prostitutes. But for those pasty white dudes who wonder why you cant ever get a date, or keep one, please recall the opening scene of mallrats. A video game that takes precedence over a real live woman, will be a video game that lasts and a woman that doesnt. Have your fun. But please, dont forego warm flesh and blood and please for the love of christ stop yelling at the damn tv. We are trying to sleep. (ps, video games are made for children, men who act like children get treated like children. Take out the garbage and clean your room!)1. Love us, sheesh its that simple.Girls typically think of their mate (naked or otherwise) at least once every fifteen minutes. That means, well, that means a whole shit ton of our time is spent thinking about you. "Oh, he would love that for dinner, Im going to make it for him." "Oh, that shirt would look awesome on him" ect. We spend a large majority of our time (actively) loving the person we are with. All we ask in return is that for the things that matter, please try to think of us first in return. Before you burst in the door at four am from a binge drinking with the guys, give us a heads up text. Choose to stay home with our sick broken asses instead of going to yet another dumb sports game. Every so often, say "Naw dudes, Imma stay home and be with my girl tonight, catch you boners later." It doesnt have to be all the time, but once in a while, put us first. We love that. Alot.For bonus points:Learn how to cook a meal. It doesnt have to be fancy, but it should be edible.A foot rub is better than ten thousand hugs. Do both.Great back rubs ALWAYS end in sex.Offer to let her sleep in, she fucking deserves it.Dont stop taking her out. Applebees doesnt count. I mean, stiletto heels and a miniskirt kind of outing. Bitches love to dress up.Dont poke her with your boner. (yup, the word boner twice in one post, your welcome)Introduce her, and invite her to hang with your friends. If you are meant for each other, you should be able to do this anyway.Put the effing seat down. Yes, we could put it up everytime but we have boobs and you want to see them. So put it down.
Thursday, 11 August 2011
Friday, 01 January 2010
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You did much for me xanga, but now you are a scar on my back. Goodbye!
Saturday, 17 October 2009
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Being a Marijuana Mommy
Since only 2007 I have been a medicinal marijuana patient, but since 2001 I have been a mother. These seemingly conflicting statements have brought up many conversations and many questions about how and why I use Medicinal Marijuana. I wanted to write a little bit about how my medicinal marijuana use has affected my parenting and share with you, how it helps me to be a better parent.

Living Painless-
My children used to spend the majority of their time with me curled up beside me in bed. I rarely got out of bed and when I did, it was difficult to carry around so much extra weight (nearly 200lbs) and deal with the excruciating pain of Rheumatoids Arthritis. My children suffered from inactivity, with a single mother who didn’t have much left to give them. I cringe looking back at those dark days, when spending time as a family resulted in time in front of the television. Now, things are very different. I wake up in the morning with a small dose of tincture, a product that binds to the receptors in my brain, stopping the pain I have in it’s tracks. I don’t need to get high, tincture is enough to calm the pain for most of the day, allowing me to finally spend time with my children without having to immediately crawl back into bed. My middle son throws his tiny arms around me all the time and reminds me how much better it is that I can “do stuff” with him. It isnt perfection, I still get tired and overworked, I still get sick from the wastings syndrome and I have yet to get my weight back up to a healthy level (from 200 down to 98, and now hovering right at 120) but my life has changed in so many ways, I just cant wait to see where we go from here. The pain of Rheumatoids Arthritis and Wastings Syndrome has finally become manageable and for that reason, I am a better parent.
Living Patience-
Hippies are laid back, that’s for sure, but when does that laid-back-love-everyone sort of behavior affect their children? There is probably a good reason that Cheech and Chong never had children in their movies, but have you noticed that there is an abundance of their voice overs in children’s stories and movies, even television shows? Having several perspectives is a healthy way to grow up, and giving my children the gift of having a hippy mom, feels quite nice. My eldest came to me and said the words I always wanted to hear. “I know I can talk to you about anything.” He said, as I smiled and hugged him tightly. Medicinal Marijuana allows me to put life into perspective, to really understand what makes something important and what does not. This allows the same freedom for my children, when they are stressing about certain things, they have learned to really investigate what is at the core of the issue. My oldest seems to be embracing this the most, often exclaiming the mantra of our house “Different rules for different families.” Maybe my children are the smartest children to ever live, but likely its just a healthy sense of questioning the world around them. I no longer live under the pain of RA, and I am finally able to see things for how they really are; for this reason, Medicinal Marijuana makes me a better parent.
Living Happiness-
Let’s be honest when we talk about the lifting effects of marijuana. Since the dawn of life, man has tried to get high in one way or another. Its proven that every culture on every continent has had the propensity to indulge themselves in some sort of mind altering substance. For some it is recreational but for others it is a necessity. Getting high makes you giggle. Getting high makes you laugh, and lucky for me, it makes you hungry. Wastings syndrome took nearly 100lbs off of me, leaving me at 5′9 and 98lbs. The aftereffect of marijuana, the munchies, has helped me regain most of my healthy weight back and regain my ability to move. It has provided an outlet for creativity, a way to live painfree without the drag of narcotics and the ability to laugh at the small stuff, for this reason, Medicinal Marijuana has made me a better parent.
If you have questions for Hemptress December, or wish to contact me personally, feel free to email me at mom@antisoccermom.com.
Monday, 03 August 2009
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On being a liar.
You want the short version? Here it is. I am not only a liar, but a fraud. The long version, well thats going to take a few minutes of your time. I dropped the skateboard in the garage and herded my children into the front door for lunch. Just another Saturday with my favorite people. We had been home a little more than thirty minutes when there was a soft tap on the door. I could have done what I always do and just simply ignored the person butting in to our lazy afternoon, but I didnt. I went to the door and opened it without thinking twice. I could kick myself.
My mother stood in front of me, the first I had seen of her in more than a year. Last I heard, I wasn't a part of the family and being satisfied with that, I hadn't even attempted to figure out what had become of all of them. Today, I got my answer.
I won't talk about how she much has changed. I can't really bring myself to even think about it without dealing with a huge barrage of tears and frankly, Im out of tissue. Im not ready to process this just yet, but being consumed with pain has brought me here to type, in an attempt to figure out why it hurts so much.
To say I was the black sheep of my family just doesn't do justice to the differences between them and I. I skated on the outskirts my entire life, never really fitting in. The choices I made, to have the baby, to marry the man, to divorce the man, to leave the church, to use marijuana instead of morphine, to stand up for myself, they never sat well with my family. I was removed slowly from the guest lists of birthday parties and they eventually quit calling altogether. By this time last year, I had my last final breakdown with the family and since then, there has been radio silence. A comfortable place for me, where drama and bullshit no longer suffocated me on a daily basis. My health has bounced back, my nervous stomach all but gone completely. I am better now than I have ever been, in every aspect of life. I am comfortable, I am recovering well from years of needless pain. I am not angry, I am healing.
So what about this makes me a fraud? Simple really. Many of you know how openly I speak about the compassion needed in the medical field. I write about compassion almost daily for my numerous feeds on the subject. I do not have a job but with the help of baby daddy we have performed years of social service from fixing the computers at homeless shelters to patient/caregiver barbecues I host myself. This is my passion, this is what I want to do. This is where I am. Compassion is something I try to teach my children, to love the people around them because you never know why they are hurting, or how badly.
But there my mother is, standing in front of me, just the same as she always has been only much worse. I can see she isn't sleeping and when she tells me why, I can feel the well of compassion I usually drink so freely from, run dry. My mother runs. She runs from everything in her life, a trait I was perfecting before I realized that my life was in no one else's control but my own. She has spent her whole life running from one thing or another and I can see the fear in her eyes. She is losing her home. She isn't working. She can't work. She has nothing and no one. My sisters have both moved out of state, but of course I had no idea that had happened, my life wasn't intertwined in theirs and I didn't mind that one bit. My mom has no one, so she reached to me, and like I have been trained to do for years, I flinched and retreated. I smiled while she talked, I let her hug the kids she hasn't seen in way too long, even the little one that she couldn't remember was named Michael, after my father. I gave her the box of baby pictures I stole from her house and she cried while her fingers ran the edges of old memories she long since had said goodbye to.
She is my mother, after all. So I should open my door and let her in, right? I suppose that is the way Im supposed to feel, the way Im supposed to deal with the years and years of being tossed aside. I don't know how I am going to deal with this. I am not sure how to do it and still deal with my life without watching it fall to pieces in the hands of her yet again.If you strike the match, you are bound to feel the flame.
Thursday, 30 July 2009
Tuesday, 28 July 2009
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Dispensary Review
Colorado is one of the few progressive states that have passed certain laws allowing for the medicinal use of marijuana and because of this strange and exciting turn in social awareness and acceptance pot dispensaries have been cropping up in cities all over the state. It is no secret that Colorado has long been hailed as the mecca of marijuana, the land of milk and honey, a place where organically cultivated high grade marijuana can be bought from the shelves of several different stores, in an open and honest atmosphere of acceptance. The question remains, are marijuana dispensaries all the same?
While conducting several in-depth studies for an upcoming book, I was lucky enough to visit some of these dispensaries and talk with several of the owners. I look forward to speaking with more in the industry and anyone who is interested in the results of these studies will be happy to know, not all dispensaries are the same. Where there is need, there is money to be made, and unfortunately for some patients, these particular dispensaries are not concerned with their health and well-being but more concerned about turning a buck.
I have struggled to overcome my reluctance on talking about specific stores because maybe deep behind their locked doors they all share some common bond, to bring medicine to those who need it. Unfortunately I have found that this isn’t the case at all. I was hesitant to talk about someone who not only offered their services, but helped a close friend out as well. But after three trips to the same place, I feel obligated as a journalist to spread the word of what Ive found.
Read what I found at Lovelands Dispensary- Natures Medicine.....
Monday, 27 July 2009
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Anger
Its been a while since you got a good mommy story out of me. Check out He will never let go of his anger......
AND:
If you are using IE6 you should be spanked. IE6 is the bane of the internets existence, do yourself a favor and download something else. I dont care what, just something else.
Sunday, 26 July 2009
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Quick Question....
SO I completely overhauled asm.com and after an incredibly frustrating 18 hours of coding, I think I got it where I want it. Can you come by and check it out? Tell me what you think about the layout. Easy to read? Looks like crap? Am I hallucinating?
I also posted Five Ways Porn is better than a girlfriend.
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