mom - looks Good!!! Remember to slather on your favorite BBQ sauce about 3/4 of the way till done! Using a smoker or BBQ grill?
@momofthegoons - those look awesome!!! You certainly do know how to rub your meat, in fact looking at the photo, "well practiced" comes to mind . . .
Make sure you take a pic and put it in the Virtual Banquet thread Vicki!!!I'm making stuffed green peppers (not Stouffer's ) for dinner tonight, with hubby's help.
mvapes - so many of the things you report, once you've returned from self-reflection, are truly PROFOUND!I've come to a point in life where grudges and stupid little bullshit issues shouldn't count anymore. It's time to accept my faults and flaws and do the fucking right thing!
So, I would like to start here...
@Dreamerr - we had the stupidest disagreement ever and because of my difficulty facing it, I made an immature choice and ignored you. As I look in hind sight I realize that I also lost a friend. Yes, you may be batshit crazy! But, so am I. I miss my you.
There are a number of folks that I may have pushed away. It was only because the people who really care about me make me think of my problems and issues. I wasn't ready to do that, I made mistakes. I'm still not totally ready to come to grips with it but now I'm aware of my actions.
I have lots to reach out too - i'm starting with @Dreamerr. She's been a friend for a long time....
mvapes - so many of the things you report, once you've returned from self-reflection, are truly PROFOUND!
...AND make me realize that I'm not alone when it comes to my own bat shit craziness. One of the main reasons I imbibe the good flower is because it flips a switch in my head that turns the bat-shit craziness of night into zen-like daylight. When vaped back into the light of day I always reflect on my most recent attitudes and behaviors and pray to be forgiven for being such a fucking asshole, and then I pray some more that my mj induced state of mind could only, for the love of God, remain as a permanent state as the effects dissipate into being no more. It's like there are two of me, but the me with angel wings only comes out when vapor goes in. I wish that were me all the time, but it's not. I don't know how the few select friends I have managed to endure and stick around. I sure as hell wouldn't. I like how I am when mind-altered in the way flowers allow; and not much at all when without the gentle assist and profound effect they enable. Anyone relate? Thanks for listening! Now back to my regularly scheduled acts of self-loathing & flagellation:
One of the main reasons I imbibe the good flower is because it flips a switch in my head that turns the bat-shit craziness of night into zen-like daylight.