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.

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Lazy day

Yesterday we had a pretty lazy day. It was nice, yet shouldn't happen on the day I have the most chores. Still... it was nice to have a relaxing day. At least we did all the dishes from the sink and the cupboard and the stove and the table where they were piling up so much we couldn't even eat without moving things around to a non-existent part of the kitchen because there was just SOOOO many dishes.

Oh, random thought: have you heard that if you keep something up for 21 days it becomes a habit? So yeah, we are trying it out. Today was the first day of washing the dishes right after we used them. We are motivating ourselves by putting tick marks on the days we did it. Usually there will only be 3 tick marks, but there will probably be extra ones depending on what we ate and when. We were 100% successful today. I'll keep you updated on that.

So yeah. Yesterday was a lazy day of enjoying one another's company and all that. It was nice. Even though laundry needed to be done and the kitchen was a mess. (we washed all the dishes around dinner-time when we realized we couldn't eat without cleaning SOMETHING...)

Bug said the cutest thing though. Around lunch-time I gave him a little fruit cup to start with before we got him the main part of lunch. A baked potato if memory serves. Anyway, I was gathering some potatoes, and he was wanting me to open up his fruit cup. I was on the ground. No where near anywhere to put his fruit cup where it wouldn't spill on carpet. They fill those things to the brim with juice. I was hesitating, and Bug was babbling trying to explain to me to open it. Then he handed it to me, then he made an explosion type gesture with both hands saying "Pslssssh!" at the same time. I gazed at him for half a second then burst out laughing. How could I not? Not only had he just told me very explicitly what he wanted, but he had a very serious look on his face.

Between chuckles I told Bug to tell the same thing to Rocket Scientist. He was around a corner and wouldn't have been able to see had Bug repeated himself right next to me. He did, and I burst out laughing again when I heard the "Pslssssh!" I just couldn't help it. In any case, Rocket Scientist accordingly got his fruit bowl open for him (he was in a better position to do it anyway) and we began lunch. It was a cute thing that I didn't ever want to forget so I am putting it on here for the rest of you to enjoy.

I would have put all that in the "Wise sayings" section of my blog but I knew it needed much more explanation then I would have put on there. Oh, and here's a little plug for that section. I just added some "Wise sayings" so be sure to check it out.

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