I made this shit up the other day. Do yourself a favor and make this!

Good Ass Butternut Squash Lasagna

3 lb BN squash
16 oz plain Greek yogurt
No cook lasagna noodles
Parmesan cheese
Mozz cheese
Chia seeds
Fresh basil
Nutmeg

Peel and boil the squash until that shit is tender.
Put it in a food processor or whatever device you use and some seasoning. Nutmeg here makes it nice. Make it all smooth and then fold in the fresh basil. Cut up the basil don’t be an animal.
In another bowl dump that Greek yogurt, 2 tablespoons of chia (if you want) and hell put in more if you want more, and 1/2 of freshly shredded parm. Don’t use parm that comes in a green can. I don’t think that’s even real cheese. Also put some salt pepper and garlic in this. Do it up right.
Shred a shit load of mozz in another bowl. Like a 16 oz block.
Ok get a 13 X 9 pan and start loading it in. Start with a layer of squash, then noodles, then the other shit and continue. I think I did 2 layers of noodles total. Top with 1/2 parm then the rest of the mozz.
Ok cover with foil and bake 30 mins at 375.
Take off foil and bake about 20-25 mins more.
There are no pictures of what it will look like because dinner time at Squire Landing gets rough.
You’re welcome.

I met my dad when I was around 3 or 4 and moved in with him, with my mom, shortly after my 4th birthday and although he wasn’t biologically my father, he’s always been my dad. I remember soon after I moved in sitting with him on the couch, he was wearing a super cool Jaws tshirt and him yelling to my mom “hey Melissa get me a coke” so I yelled “yeah Melissa, get me one too!” Buddies.

When my parents split up, even though he didn’t have to, he just kept me right along with my 2 little brothers. No question in his mind, I was just one of his 3 kids and he always treated me that way. 

Kids always think their dads are the strongest men in the world. They always have the answers, they can always fix your broken shit, and they can always pick up that heavy thing you need moved. Kids also think their dads are immortal because the alternative is simply unthinkable. 

One week ago I was suddenly faced with the reality that dads are regular people. Out of nowhere my dad was diagnosed with stage 4 liver cancer. He’s worked hard labor jobs most of his life and doesn’t have health insurance. He would give his last dollar to someone who needed it and has done just that hundreds of times. He’s a super proud guy and would never ask anyone for help (probably like most dads). I’d give him anything and do anything to help him so I’m turning to my friends, family, and even strangers who might be reading this. I need help helping him. 

Here is the link that if you wanted to you can donate something, anything helps! (Just one of his medicines is $200 A DAY!!)

http://www.youcaring.com/medical-fundraiser/mike-will-kick-cancer-s-ass/67073

We are always having a Comedy Show Benefit June 26th at Market Garden Brewery In Ohio City. Tickets are $15 You can buy them at the door OR

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We always try to teach our kids lessons from our past mistakes- be nice to your siblings, go to college, don’t marry the first jerk that comes along, but somewhere along the way I think we forget to learn from others mistakes as well. 

I don’t know if there is some old saying that fits this or not but no one at the end of their life ever wished they worked more. When people are faced with something as final as death it always seems like their regrets always have to do with love. Life isn’t about what your job is, or how much money you have and I think we all say we know this but it’s always so easy to forget. We get so caught up in things that don’t matter that we lose sight of the people that do. When I find myself getting mad about whatever stupid thing I’m mad about I try to remind myself to pretend like this is my last day here and live like that. (It sure helps Bill get out of a lot of trouble.)

If you just can’t seem to think like that or get yourself back on track look at your reflection in the eyes of someone you love. That should do the trick.

(If not then you are a robot)

Most days I feel like one big raw open nerve. It sounds gross but it actually feels as gross as it sounds. I am not a weepy emotional person most of the time. I am usually (as you probably know) spiky and hard to offend. If the wind blows too hard these days I am in tears. When I am working at Salty and a happy couple comes in, tears. I see a man hold a door open for his lady, tears. I see a little old man waiting for his wife to finish shopping at the craft store, tears. The doctor gave me some anti anxiety meds, but they just make me feel and act pretty much drunk. I can’t even drive if I take it. How do people function on these? It seems like it would be a good thing in theory. Pop a pill and your troubles disappear. Not so much for me. Then I think it’s probably actually for the best because the idea of taking the anti anxiety medication actually gives me anxiety because I think, what if I take them for 3 months and then when I stop all the feelings that I should have felt the 3 months is all built up and I lose my mind. Does it work like that? I don’t even know. So I’ll just save those pills for the dentist and when I need to stop thinking at night and pass out. Wine seems like a good option too until I have some and once again, I start crying. Can’t all the crying and bullshit emotions just all come out and once and we can be done with it?

So this isn’t a poor me post it’s just a me putting all these thoughts into the universe and hopefully then they are out of me. Also, if you see me and I have stupid tears in my eyes for seemingly no reason, let’s all pretend I have dirt in my eye.