Can I have some?
welcome to my blog.
a place to post. a place to eat oreos. a place to vent. a place to heal.
i started this blog so i could use a different outlet besides munching on fattening oreos. as if that has done any good... *mind wanders to oreo package in the house...*
then i realized that oreos can be semi symbolic. if you are are that crazy about oreos that is. which... i am.
eating oreos is therapeutic for me. when i am struggling or when i need a pick me up. they have chocolate. and sugar. both of which help lift my mood. not to mention that i eat them soaked with milk, which is my miracle drink.
i post my posts to not only get stuff out. there may be people who read my blog who have been in the same kind of situations as i have. i hope reading them and knowing that others have gone through things like i have, will be to you what eating oreos does to me.
and yes. i didn't capitalize anything in here. i just felt like it. deal with it.
munch up.
He loves me, he loves me not
This morning has been full of tantrums, screams, and tears. Oh, and hits... I'm beginning to wonder if Bug really does love me or not... Is it time to for me to break out the daisys and play the game that every little girl does?
1 comment:
HE LOVES YOU!!! 2-yr olds are the most horrible for the ones they love most. Incidentally, I'm my worst self around those I love most too! :o)
I hope the swamp is clearing! Love ya!
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