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.
A hot high five
Ok, well no one guessed what my "It's hot" story except my wonderful mother, but I figured she would know anyway. So she gets the official high five, and I know I said this before already, but now I am posting to let you readers in on the secret.
I was the child in the first story. My mom made me believe that salt cooled things down. I still to this day don't understand why she told me to put salt on it when I complained of the hotness...
The second story, I was the mom and Bug decided to chop his food up. Anyway, most of you probably don't care, but I thought I'd explain anyway. :)
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