Green Goddess Garden Soup

1 small zucchini
1 small summer squash
2 small beets (any variety will do, but the lighter colors such as golden or chioggia will ad the flavor and nutrients without changing the green color of the soup, as the dark red beets will alter the color considerably))
5 or so spinach leaves
1 large or several cherry tomatoes
1 clove garlic
a few fresh basil leaves and some cilantro (to your liking)
1 tsp. chili garlic sauce
1/2-3/4 tomato juice

Blend it, process it... whatever you have to turn it to liquid. Taste it first, then ad salt and pepper in small amounts until it's just right for you.
Serve cold and garnish with a cherry tomato and some fresh basil or parsley

human beans

I must admit that I feel a tad paranoid whenever I think about this, but I can't stop from thinking about it. Everywhere I go, everything I see.. reminds me, forces me to think about it. Do other people think about this, too?
We (Americans or humans, I'm still not sure) seem to be getting so far away from our roots and the practices that help us to survive in the most basic and primal fashion. We are reliant on not only big oil, but also our neighbors and our government in one way or another.
What if the banking system shut down tomorrow. How much currency will you have to live on? And, how will you be able to use it at all, with most stores unable to make any transaction without a computer and a connection to the bank. Cash? Hmmm.... what an interesting idea?! Can you imagine only being able to spend exactly what's in your pocket?
Now, what happens if there is a problem with the food supply. What if, you wake up one morning and cnn is announcing that for two weeks, you won't be able to eat out, drive through, or go grocery shopping. Would you and yours go hungry?
I think we better start going back a little before it's too late and future generations don't have any of the skills they need to survive without the "help" of their government and big business. I think we already know the reliability of both at this point and should not be foolish enough to count on any decisions being made for our betterment before theirs.

Can I get a witness?

Everything is growing fabulously! The plants are the greenest green you've ever seen and the produce is organic and delicious. We have already enjoyed spinach, lettuce, pea pods (the kids aren't allowing them to become peas! Hey kids, stop eating those vegetables?!), beets, zucchini, strawberries and tons of herbs. I have tiny tomatoes, pumpkins and summer squash on the vine now, too!
I am so proud.
I am so thankful.

a belated Father's Day

See, Dad, I did what you told me... and then some.
I sure do miss you being here with us, but, I do know that you are "here" with me.
I want you to know that every time I touch the earth, I feel your presense.
Thank you for every single thing you ever did for me.
I am the person I am because of you.

*aint*

"Aint aint a word, but it used to was." C. Allen 1991
Spending too much time on Facebook is apparently wrecking the brains of middle aged kids. They are losing the ability to speak proper English, or atleast to type it.
Now, that don't make no sense.
Just sayin'!
It is what it is.
Just puttin it out there.
Please, put it away. Ok, now go grab a dictionary. Check out all the words in there... they even have meaning! Amazing, huh?
Stop tanning. Or, keep tanning, as these things have a way of taking care of themselves. ie, death.
Stop talking. Really, you don't make any damn sense anyway! I don't know how much longer I can be polite.
Here's something. FB isn't "losing" my friends. I deleted you on purpose because "hiding" you didn't cut it. I will keep saying that FB messed up so that I don't have to hurt your feelings, but the truth is that you annoy me. I don't care that you started your "period" or you can take a hundred pictures of yourself from every angle possible. Can you just change your status to "too much time on my hands, not enough brain to know what to do with it". That should cover your year.
-END RANT HERE-

back the f*ck up

Seriously, sweety, if you ever approach me in front of my child or any other with that foul mouth again, I am going to have to let you know what's up. Get out of the tanning bed and hit the library. Have some damn class.
This blog could have easily been titled "Why I hate school functions". I can't even enjoy a family picnic with my 10 year old without having to hear an alleged grown woman behave like a 15 year old trying to piss of her mom and impress her friends.
She said, bla bla, shit, fuck, OMG!
What on earth makes someone think that this occasion is the perfect time to air family grievances? Too much Jersey Shore in the brain, me thinks. I dont give a fuck what your mom said or did and I dont care what you did, either, just get the hell away from me and mine. Sorry for your kid, but protecting mine from such nonsense is my priority.

fist pump

I am beside myself.
Yesterday, I found myself walking into a JC Penney with my 17 year old son, who said this knock me on my ass statement "I'm really liking the writing thing. I enjoy it. Next year, I am going to kick ass in creative writing,"
I literally tripped over my sandal and half crashed into him and the door.
Cough.
Choke.
Huh?!
Don't overreact!
If I get all excited and jump up and down and tell him how proud and happy I am at this moment, I might scare him off. He may choose auto mechanics just to spite me.
"Cool", I say, "I can totally relate to the writing thing."
Done.
Over.
This was my moment and it went by so quick. Off to Sperry's and plaids and the Celtics chances in game 6. Off to a million other things that fly in and over and around me but do not penetrate. Now, I have to wait patiently for the next one or try to initiate some moments of my creation. They tend to fall flat compared to the ones that come flying at you like a comet and leave you trying to see again with that light in your eyes.