Thats how my parents were. They would yell at me, threaten to kick me out, basically make me feel real guilty about smoking weed. It didn't stop me though, I kept toking. Every time I got caught or I looked stoned they used to flip out on me, telling me I was throwing my life away and how they are embaressed that their son is a drug 'addict'. They would also ground me for a week or two but sometimes even a month. After a good a while they stopped being such bitches and now all they do when they catch me smoking is take the bong or whatever device I am using and smash it without saying a word.

They even joke around with me about it now...my mom went to jamacia a few months ago and she took a picture of a big pot plant some rasta priest had growing in his back yard. She said she took the picture because she knew I would like it.

So bottom line, there is still hope, even though it may not seem like it. My parents used to be like how yours sound, but they have eased up a lot as I've gotten older and they realize there is no stopping me from doing what I want to do.

p.s. life is great when you move out.