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.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Oreos Anyone?

So. I have had a long week of relaxation and contemplation.

To begin my posts from the past week, I have changed the blog a little. The comic strip (which describes me to a tee) above was made by a friend of mine and his friends (I believe). I read it and KNEW it had to be in my blog. So there you have it. I asked my friend if I could and he said sure as long as I linked their site to mine. So... check out the side bar for that.

Anyway. I will be posting some thoughts and poems and things that have happened in the past month or so. Most of the healing/deeper thoughts that I have had occurred this week while I was away from kids and hubby. It was a lot easier to think that way.

Also, another random update as far as my projects that I'm working on is concerned... I have been knitting a sweater for myself and have finished the front and the back. I also recently started to knit a dress for a friend of mine who is due with a little girl next month.

The kids missed me. I think. Or at least Bug said he did. I think my little vacation was the perfect length. Right when we started to miss each other is when my vacation ended. It was cute and yet a little heart wrenching to hear Bug say:

"Mom. I missed you. It made me sad."

"Mom. I want to go home, with Baby, and with Mom and with Daddy. All go home."

So cute. The kids spent the time with grandparents, so they were thoroughly spoiled. Yet I believe they missed me after a while.

That is that. Keep posted for a few more posts on my progress.

1 comment:

Deanna said...

glad you got a moment to yourself. I hope it will help you make leaps and bounds towards happiness.