Dear Mom: 12 Things I Wish You Would Understand About Weed Already

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Mom, it’s just a joint. It’s not like it’s alcohol…

This is what I’ve been telling my mother since she first found out I listen to Bob Marley. Yes, Mother, I am a herb enthusiast and no, I don’t see myself moving over to heroin anytime soon.

Jesus, you’d think my bowl was a crack pipe and those green leaves were something Walter White is mixing up. (I should never have let her watch “Breaking Bad.”)

Now that we’ve seen widespread legalization of God’s most natural gift to man, we also see the long-held stigmas attached to its stem for far too long. Because the sweet smell of victory just isn’t the same when you have to constantly defend it.

I’m tired of defending a habit that’s as natural and healthy as drinking those juice cleanses that are probably going to kill you from a vitamin overdose. (Yes, that’s a real thing. Unlike a marijuana overdose, which is impossible.)

Because as much as you want to believe it’s the Devil’s Lettuce, the thing that killed all those musicians, or the precursor to your kid becoming either brain dead or the next Courtney Love, it’s just not like that.

I know that your 1960s Catholic Health Ed. Class told you that just one puff would destroy your life, but sometimes teachers are wrong, and things change.

Weed isn’t the reason this country’s in despair, but it’s the one thing that could bring us out of it. The ganja may be the one thing to save this flailing country from itself, along with the reason I love your cooking and will willingly go on the family outing to see “The Butler.”

It’s why I don’t go out on Friday night and why I don’t drive home drunk. It’s why I’m not vomiting in the morning and making those mistakes I can’t remember.

If it’s so bad, why did our president do it? Why do so many musicians, artists and philosophers condone it? If it’s so bad, why are doctors supporting its cause?

It’s time to take a cold, hard look at the facts and decide if weed really deserves all the haze.

I’m not going to throw up in your bed because of it.

Unlike alcohol, I’m not going to go over to Sarah’s house, spend three hours chugging weed then come home to throw up in your favorite vase. If anything, I’ll smoke some weed to stop from throwing up.


It’s impossible to overdose on.

Unlike alcohol and prescription drugs, marijuana is impossible to overdose on. That’s right, there’s no getting so high in our parents’ basement with needles and pill boxes. Just good, old-fashioned, family-friendly bowls and papers.


It’s better than Xanax.

Judging by your own stress levels, Mom, maybe you should take a look into the medical wonders of the herb, yourself.

Researchers at Vanderbilt University published a study that proved marijuana has a positive effect on stress levels and also decreases anxiety levels.

According to researchers, THC interacts with anandamide, a messenger molecule that plays a role in pain, depression, appetite and memory, creating a calm and happy feeling…. if only for short-term effects.


…And less addictive.

Rather than creating an addiction, marijuana is known to curb other ones. A study published in JAMA Internal Medicine found that in states allowing access to medical marijuana, deaths from prescription painkiller overdoses decreased by 25 percent.


It makes your food better.

Aren’t you finally happy to have a kid who wants to eat brussels sprouts and your baked ziti? One hit of weed and you’re better than Julia Child. (Yes, weed smokers have a cultured palate.)


I can watch “NCIS” with you now.

It’s not me growing up that makes me like your lame cop shows, it’s the weed, Mom. It’s the weed.


I won’t sound like raspy Aunt Barb in 20 years.

It’s pretty hypocritical to condemn weed when everyone and their brother still smoke cigarettes. And unlike cigarettes, weed is actually good for my lungs. A study published in Journal of American Medical Association states that weed doesn’t impair lung function and can even increase lung capacity.


It taught me how to look for deals.

You taught me to clip coupons; I’m teaching myself to clip stems. If an eighth is $60 and a ounce is $200, which is the better deal? Hate to break it to you, but it wasn’t that Home Ec. Class in sixth grade that taught me so much about grams and scales. And Costco isn’t the only company that knows the value of buying in bulk.


It makes Dad funnier.

Come on, you know what kind of jokes he makes. At least now someone’s laughing.


It puts me to sleep.

Rather than getting addicted to something like Nyquil or sleeping pills, marijuana seems like the natural way to knock myself out.


It’s good for the economy.

According to Denver Business Journal, since the legalization of recreational marijuana in June, Colorado collected over $25 million in pot taxes. Officials projected the state would collect $60 to $70 million by the end of the fiscal year (June 2015).


I could get a job doing it.

What’s the difference between selling stocks and stocking seeds? Now that weed is legal, what’s the difference between taking an opportunity trading herb over the green?

Just look at the four 20-somethings who are capitalizing on the recent pot legalization in Washington. The entrepreneurs (and weed enthusiasts) are building Amerifarms LLC, a multi-million dollar business venture, and it seems like something their parents should be proud of.


Bonus: It’s not a gateway drug!

We all know the biggest and strongest argument all mothers make: “Yes, but it’s the first drug. Then come the rest.” Unfortunately, mother, your argument is no longer valid.

In May, researchers at Emory University published a paper proving that weed does not lead to harder drug use. While the number of people reported smoking weed rose after the legalization of medical and recreational marijuana, the number of those abusing hard alcohol, cocaine and heroin did not.

Read more: http://elitedaily.com/life/things-wish-mom-knew-weed/898225/

Doctors Told Them To Give Up On Their Sick Baby But Then This Miracle Happened

When doctors in Algeria told the parents of one-year-old Marwa that it was time to take their baby off life support, they refused to give up hope. After petitioning the court for an extension of care, they witnessed a miracle.

Marwa was hospitalized in September after contracting a virus that causes neurological complications. Doctors were forced to put her in an induced a coma, but soon informed her parents that she was braindead. According to them, baby Marwa would never walk, talk, or breathe on her own again.

Marwa’s parents wouldn’t allow doctors to pull the plug on their daughter. With the help of a Facebook petition called “Not Without My Marwa,” they raised enough money to challenge the matter in court.

Read More: Doctors Told Them To Give Up On Their Sick Baby But Then This Miracle Happened

After reviewing the case, the court granted a two-month extension of care. Incredibly, just 10 days later, baby Marwa came out of a coma on her own.

Read more: http://www.viralnova.com/baby-miracle/

What It Was Like Being By My Mother’s Side In Her Final Moments

Dear Mom,

You are gone.

I wrote you a few days ago, saying how I was ready to let you go and how much I wanted you to be out of your misery. Being with you and holding your hand as you took your last breath was both profoundly beautiful and absolutely devastating.

Isn’t it interesting how we’re able to feel so many conflicting feelingsat once?

The last few days have been nothing short of a wild roller coaster of emotions.

I remember those times we gathered around your bed, thinking that was it. I remember listening to your labored breath, watching the rise and fall of your chest. I remember our hands on your thin frame, hot tears rolling down our cheeks.

Then suddenly,your breath would return to normal, and we would look at each other, smile and shake our heads at your will to live.

Conversations would resume.

We would joke, cry and eat. We would take turns lying next to you, stroking your hair and face.

We would wait. We wondered what was going on in your mind. We wondered if your soul was floating in and out of your body.

You weren’t quite sure if you could leave your family just yet, but the other side looked so inviting. Loved ones were waiting for you.

On the other side, there was a permanent freedom from pain and sickness. Or maybe, it was just darkness, with our voices fading in and out of your consciousness.

Many times, I took your hand in mine or put my hand on your heart, feeling the exhausted beat.

I would try to tune into your soul.

I tried to tell you we loved you. It was okay to go, and we would be alright.

I felt you push back.

“No, I’m not ready yet.”

I would kiss your soft cheek and whisper in your ear that I loved you. I hope you heard. I hope you felt my heart reach toward yours.

I think you did. The last hour of your life, you struggled to breathe through the fluid that was gathering in your lungs.

It was so hard to hear. I hated not being able to do anything about it.

Each exhale was a moan. It was almost a plea to let it end. We gathered around your bed, our hands piled on top of yours.

Aunt Kim cradled your head and told you it was time.

We couldn’t stand to see you in misery any longer, and we would be okay.

I believe you felt it through our skin. We wanted you to be at peace. Your breathing slowed, with your body still taking in every bit of air it could.

With your last breath, I felt you leave. With your last breath, your physical body left behind the shell of my beautiful mother.

Those arms would never again wrap around me in a warm embrace. Those eyes would never again twinkle or dance with laughter. I had some time alone with you.

It was odd to kiss your forehead, hold you and tell you my final goodbye, unable to wrap my brain around the fact you were no longer in there anymore.

I wanted to reach out, grab your soul and stick it back in your body. It was the most helpless feeling I’ve ever experienced.

I’ve never felt so vulnerable and small in this vast universe. When I got home, Jarrod and I lied out on the trampoline.

You picked the perfect night to go, Mom.

A meteor shower? You think of everything.

I cried as I watched the shooting stars cross the sky.

Jarrod said, “She’s dancing up there.”

I believe you are.

Lots of love,

Your daughter

Read more: http://elitedaily.com/life/culture/letter-to-passing-mother/1254371/

Weeks After Losing His 12-Year-Old Daughter To Cancer, A Man Discovered A Letter She Left Behind

Dean Orchard was shocked when he discovered a note written by his daughter Athena hidden behind her full-length mirror.

1. Athena Orchard, a 12-year-old from New Parks, Leicester, passed away last Wednesday. She lost her battle against bone cancer, which she had only been diagnosed with in December.

Athena Orchard, a 12-year-old from New Parks, Leicester, passed away last Wednesday. She lost her battle against bone cancer, which she had only been diagnosed with in December.

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2. Her father Dean was going through her things a few days later when he made a shocking discovery. The little girl had scrawled a heartfelt note to her friends and family behind her full-length mirror.

Her father Dean was going through her things a few days later when he made a shocking discovery. The little girl had scrawled a heartfelt note to her friends and family behind her full-length mirror.

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3. Athena’s last message spans the length of the whole back of the mirror, here are excerpts from it:

“Happiness depends upon ourselves.

“Maybe it’s not about the happy ending, maybe it’s about the story.

“The purpose of life is a life of purpose.

“The difference between ordinary and extraordinary is that little extra. Happiness is a direction not a destination.

“Thank you for existing. Be happy, be free, believe, forever young.

“You know my name, not my story.

“You have heard what I’ve done, but not what I’ve been through.

“Love is like glass, looks so lovely, but it’s easy to shatter.

“Love is rare, life is strange, nothing lasts and people change.

“Every day is special, so make the most of it. You could get a life-ending illness tomorrow so make the most of every day.

“Life is only bad if you make it bad.

“If someone loves you then they wouldn’t let you slip away no matter how hard the situation is.

“Remember that life is full of ups and downs, without the downs the ups don’t mean anything.

“I’m waiting to fall in love with someone I can open my heart to.

“Love is not about who you can see spending your future with it’s about who you can’t see spending your life without.

“Life is a game for everyone but love is the only prize.”

4. The 12-year-old’s illness came on suddenly when she discovered a lump on her head last year. She collapsed and blacked out at Christmas. Over the last few months she went through intense chemotherapy.

The 12-year-old's illness came on suddenly when she discovered a lump on her head last year. She collapsed and blacked out at Christmas. Over the last few months she went through intense chemotherapy.

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5. Her parents told local reporters that the note’s discovery was incredible. They never knew anything was behind the mirror because it was always leaning against the wall.

Her parents told local reporters that the note's discovery was incredible. They never knew anything was behind the mirror because it was always leaning against the wall.

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Read more: http://buzzfeed.com/ryanhatesthis/a-daughters-hidden-letter-behind-her-mirror

Mom Arrested After Making Preteen Son Walk Naked Around School As Punishment

Weve allendured unpleasant punishmentsas the result of bad behavior. Maybeyour parents grounded you from going out, made you hand over your cell phone or sentenced you to a long list of chores.

As kids, we always think our parents are evil beings, or that they get some sort of sick enjoyment out of using disciplinary actions to make us miserable.

Butonce you reach adulthood, you begin torealize your parents only grounded you to teach youvalues and make you a better person.

Mothers Reveal The Real Reasons You Should Appreciate Them [LABS]

However, a stern mother from Georgia recently took one of her childrens punishments a little too far.

Thats right: A mom was just arrested for making her 11-year-old son walk naked around school.

Yeah, and you thought YOUR parents were cruel for sentencing you to a timeout in the corner, or revoking your television privileges.

The 32-year-old woman,Joyce Sweetheart Cole, wascharged with child cruelty and detained by the police after she made her11-year-old son strip down and walk outside his elementary school as punishment.

Read more: http://elitedaily.com/news/mom-arrested-son-walk-naked-school/1687892/

The Kids Are All Right: How Being Raised By Two Mothers Shaped My Life

On Tuesday, November 10, a judge in Utah took away a lesbian couple’s daughter.

He claimed the 1-year-old would be“better off”with heterosexual parents.

When I first heard the news, I was absolutely livid.

Let me explain why this issue cut so deep for me. I am the child of 1990s lesbians, and I turned out absolutely fine.

I have a full-time job, an amazing boyfriend whom I love dearly and an Ivy League degree in history.

How would I be “better off with heterosexual parents?”

Would I be into neuroscience? Would I have a career helping low-income dogs?

Would I have invented an iPhone that doesn’t lose battery after a night of drunk texting?

I dont think so.

There is an 1-year-old girl in Utah who could have turned out fine, just like I did, with two kickass moms.

In 1993, gay people could not get married in any state in American, as well as he oh-so progressive, forward-thinking Canada.

The year of 1993 also happens to when I was born.

In a hospital room in Berkeley, CA, a young couple (my parents) welcomed their daughter into the world surrounded by friends and family.

They reached for the birth certificate. The boxes read, “Mother and father.”

My lesbian parents’ joy was temporarily interrupted by the stifling rigidity of paper work.

In 1993 in the state of California, you could not put two womens names on a birth certificate.

The processwas finally changed in2014,and now there are boxes with ungendered “parent” markers.

California (a queer promise land of sorts) has got this covered, but in some states, including, Indiana, Florida, and Wisconsin, birth certificates (unlike marriage) stillhave to be between a man and a woman.

But now, its 2015.

You will see queer men, women and everyone else on the gender and sexuality spectrum running around with their little ones. Most children of the LBGTQ+ movement are younger.

However, there is a small handful of us“first generation” LGBTQ+ children.

At the age of 22, I have only met two others born and/or adopted to a lesbian couple around my age.

There are a couple of reasons for this.

First of all, there were a lot of things standing in LGBTQ+ parents way in the early 1990s. As our world becomes more accepting, the LGBTQ+ community expands.

The other reasons were more legally based.

There were laws about adoption, custody, foster care and sperm banks. The only way to get a child was a fight.

Even worse, there were absolutely no laws protecting LGBTQ+ parents.

The narrative of one mother and one father was so pervasive that there didn’t need to be a law saying you couldn’t put two women on a birth certificate.

Again, there were just two boxes. One box for men, and one box for women. End of story.

In 1993, my father was in the room when I was born. This is the part of the story where most people get confused.

“Wait? You have a father?”

“He was, like, a sperm donor?”

“So, like, one of your mom’s is bisexual?”

“Oh, so your mother was married and then turned into a lesbian. I get it.”

The answer to the aforementioned questions remains the same: no.

I have a father. Until science creates a way to make two eggs into a baby, everyone has a parent with sperm.

He’s really more than just a guy with sperm. He raises chickens, helps build cabins in Michigan, wears a lot of old, worn t-shirts with the arms cut of.

You know, dad stuff.

So, I really should say I have three parents. I have two moms and a dad.

My dad, by the time I was born, was a close, dear family friend. After I was born, he was actually became family.

My mothers had met him several years before I was born. One of mymothers and my father worked together.

Oh, and they worked with his wife, too. My stepmother.

By now, you have probably figured out that my family situation is extremely unique.

I dont have two parents. I have four parents.

My family consists of two moms, one stepmom (the good kind, not the evil Disney movie kind) and a dad. Oh, and lets not forget about my father’s kids, my three siblings.

My family has many wonderful, colorful characters. We are a massive, big, unconventional family.

We are like a tree with a slew of intricate branches.

They say it takes a village, and boy are we a village.

Our village is teeming with musicians, comedians and selfless people who devote their lives working with high-risk kids.

There is an old joke that lesbians are do-gooders. Lesbians are always thought of as kindergarten teachers or people work at an NGO.

It’s probably the nicest stereotype about the LGBTQ+ community.

However a stereotype, regardless of how nice it is, is always harmful.

Both of my mothers have do-gooder professions. They have spent their lives working in either in public education or in the protection of at-risk youth.

In my opinion, their hands-on experience of working with high-risk kids make them far more qualified to raise children than a lot of straight couples I know.

When conservatives were debating gay marriage, they argued “gays” would ruin the “sanctity” of marriage.

Listen: Anyone, including straight people, can ruin the sanctity of children.

The 1-year-old who was taken from her lesbian mothers in Utah was already stuck in the foster care system.

It’s a system that nationally is understaffed and riddled with issues like abuse, neglect, overcrowdingand bullying.

The worst targets of bullying are often LGBTQ+ children.

The lesbians fostering this child didnt put her in foster care. They helped her and cared for her when no one else would.

For over 22 years, I have heard horror stories about nearly everything that can happen to people in the LGBTQ+ community.

The community is overcome with everything from legal cases to hate crimes, slurs and simply existing in the world.

In 2015, it marked the deaths of 21trans women.

A lesbian couple in could faceprison time in Costa Ricafor marrying after finding a loophole. (One of them was accidentally issued a male birth certificate.)

Nearly half of bisexual women experiencesexually assaultin their lifetimes.

When the lesbian couple in Utah was interviewed by a localnews show, one stated, “I was kind of caught off guard because I didnt think anything like that would happen anymore.”

Sadly, even in 2015, when gay people can get married in this country, the fight is far from over.

Read more: http://elitedaily.com/life/culture/two-mothers-shaped-my-life/1283902/

Man Finds Out His Wife’s Water Broke When He Was Out Of Town

Man Finds Out His Wife’s Water Broke When He Was Out Of Town

Film maker Casey Neistat was in San Francisco for work even though his wife was extremely pregnant in Houston because they didn’t think she was ready yet. They were wrong. Casey got a text in his hotel room from his wife that her water just broke. From that moment, he rushed to get back to Houston in time for the birth of his daughter. Will he make it?

 

Read more: http://www.viralviralvideos.com/2014/12/23/man-finds-out-his-wifes-water-broke-when-he-was-out-of-town/

Mom Leaves Brutal Warning Letter for Husband Before Leaving Him Alone With the Six Kids for the Weekend

  • “I wanted to go over a few things with you before you embark on this weekend alone…with the others.”

Read more: http://cheezburger.com/901381/mom-leaves-brutal-warning-letter-for-husband-before-leaving-him-alone-with-the-six-kids