Blood and some of my favorite words

I'm on a rant this morning. I tell you this so that if you are not in the mood you can skip this long paragraph. I am distressed at hearing the news of our American and Mexican consulate employees (and the husband of one) shot to death in Mexico supposedly by someone in the drug cartel. Here is what needs to be said. If you are doing any illegal drugs their death is your fault. If you smoke the occasional joint - even if you did not purchase it with your money - if you snort the social snuff of cocaine their blood is on your hands. Shame on you. We all know and agree that these people should not have been killed leaving grieving friends, co-employees and family behind. We need to talk up the fact that if Americans were not so d*&(d addicted to instant pleasure and escape this may have not happened. Part of me feels like I'm probably saying this to people who would never consider illegal drugs. I fight that because I know that drug users are all over the place - driving our children to school (I have a former friend who regularly drove a school bus after a night of snorting cocaine), working in our legislature to pass laws against these things and some of them even sleep next to us. We do not always know who has a drug problem. I want it to be known that even occasional use is a problem even if you are never late for work and never show outward signs of usage, it is a problem because it is illegal and leads to greedy drug wars that kill innocent people. A baby is orphaned because of your habit and another baby will never be born because of it. Shame on you.

Okay, I'm through. If you totally disagree with me, I'd like to hear your side. Please write me. If I sit here stewing in my own opinions I'll never grow.

I want to share a couple of my favorite Russian words. The first is ГУби which sounds like "gubey" as in "kiss my 'gubey'". 'Gubey' means "lips". If I get frustrated with Douglas - not that I ever do living in this 400 or so square foot apartment with the puppy-poop brown walls - I tell him to "kiss my gubey" which he does and everything is alright. Aahh, love. The other favorite word I'll share with you is Дай which sounds like "die" as in dead, gone. It means "give" in its imperative form. Дай! It really puts the urgency in my desire for something (say, chocolate) when I can put my hand out and shout "Die!" Russian can be fun!