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.
Bugisms: 3
The past couple of days Rocket Scientist has been working graveyard shift. This morning I went in to see exactly he wanted to wake up and he told me but during that transaction, Bug came in to see what was going on. While I was trying to keep quiet and still know when he wanted to wake up, I was letting Bug know that Daddy needed to "night" (it is our term for sleep). So what did Bug do? He went and got his book (I think it was If you Give a Pig a Party) and "read" to Daddy so he could go night. Then he left while shutting the door and while I was still in there. It didn't last for long though, cause he came back in. Anyway, I thought it was cute. :)
1 comment:
Very cute! Aren't kids great!?
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