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.
Ringing Garbage
As I took the garbage out last night, I took the bag out of the garbage and tied it closed. Right about the time when I was going to pick it up, it started ringing. The sound was oddly familiar. You parents out there are thinking that Bug put a toy in there right? Wrong. It was our old timer. We set it a few days ago to go off about after about 15 mins. We had crispy pizza that day, and I guess even so it was finally done last night. I bought a new one today that sticks on our fridge. No more ruined timers (that are plastic and sit on the oven) and no more crispy pizza. :)
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