MARIJUANA and YOU - Or me....I have been making an effort to say nope to dope and ugh to drugs, but a good smoke is hard to pass up when life is handing me sh%#. But, I reign triumphantly today.

Nails are still getting shorter and shorter.

My son went to visit his mom for the summer and part of me is very glad for the break. He's 16+ and we've had a rough couple of years. Same for the 17+ daughter of mine. She seems to think that if she waits long enough, someone will take care of her and then she won't have to. I moved her in with her father about two months ago, after she repeatedly lied to me and missed school continuously. I gave her a choice: tell me the truth and go to school or take the consequences for her actions. It seems easier to me apparently than to carry this task out. So she lied again, and ditched again, thereby earning the consequence we agreed upon for her actions: moving in with her Dad. The first month was fun for her after 16 years with me. She was living with the fun parent and she had escaped the serious parent. This month I think she is beginning to see how good she had it: her own room, phone, television, radio, food, washer/dryer, freedom, cash.....when she earned it. Now she lives in a motel, can't call out on the phone, complains of her boredom constantly and takes no action to change it. I have suggested a job on several occasions to no avail...I suggested it so she is rebeling by being bored and miserable...go figure. Now I am the fun parent, as long as I come to her and take her where she wants to go and talk to her about her stuff. Not gonna do it. Not gonna enable her. Haven't so far, only her dad has done that. Okay, I've been a little over helpful in the past, but I believe I taught her the simple skills to head into adulthood.

Now, I lay me down to sleep.