dear saturday diary,
today is the day of the week i miss having a mother the most. we would hang out today more than other days prolly. she was always 'on the go' before she got sick and that's how i remember her, 'on the go.' wherever she went, i went and i loved every single minute of her activities. she did ALL the fun things and knew all the cool people. plus, we always got to eat out at the best places and shakey's pizza was one of my favorites. they still have shakey's pizza in california- and that damn pizza still tastes EXACTLY the same. it has beer in the sauce, my mom told me that, and i always thought you could get drunk and wondered why she'd let me eat it. i couldn't even say the word "joint" without being popped in the mouth- oh but i could eat beer pizza. i think my mom could have softened A LITTLE BIT as far as marijuana goes and her attitudes towards it, but i highly doubt it. my dad found this bag of spices 
(bay leaves) and called me to come over to make sure that it wasn't marijuana one of us kids left in the house. i assured him it was not marijuana AT ALL and we threw it in the garbage. it was at that point i realized- i'd really put my poor dad through hell over the years. he was laughing his genuine laugh, so i know he got a kick out of the whole deal, but it was sure an eye opener for me. there was a time i prolly would have smoked the contents of that bag.
(bay leaves) and called me to come over to make sure that it wasn't marijuana one of us kids left in the house. i assured him it was not marijuana AT ALL and we threw it in the garbage. it was at that point i realized- i'd really put my poor dad through hell over the years. he was laughing his genuine laugh, so i know he got a kick out of the whole deal, but it was sure an eye opener for me. there was a time i prolly would have smoked the contents of that bag.