I Pet my Food

I buy mushrooms and onions just to saute them and eat them for dinner.
And the dish is to divine for.
For dessert, my heart crunches into Mr.Big.Sometimes the idea of thinking about a treat like that, gives me a surge of love for the whole word. Chocolate can do that to yuh, I suppose. Or maybe it’s just the healthy relationship with the empty calories.

My Cereal Came Alive

My  cereal danced right out of my pocket last week. I watched the flakes on the floor, circle themselves and they got so dizzy they fell back onto my couch and I sat beside them once they caught there breath and we watched all the shows that were on for 21 minutes. And the world didn’t exist in that time and everything big was small and the small things, like cereal flakes, were the happiest biggest things that life was made up of. I got syrup out and I poured it on the tiled floor and we slipped and slid and bumped the fridge door open and the butter fell off the shelf and the milk did too, and we laughed and lay there with plum sauce on our lips and we were fine. We were fine because I wasn’t dying. I was living. And so was my cereal.

Slimming Down for Canada

Each time before I go back to Canada, I basically stop eating and dance and do ab work.
It’s not a lifestyle thing I do. Which I know, eating healthy is supposed to be.
Each time I am continually amazed at how small I end up being.
And Canada is my basic motivation.
I know I’ll over indulge in all the eats I didn’t have here.
But this time I had better watch it. I’m not leaving the place after two months.
I will be living there.
And I don’t think I’ll really feel that I am, until two months has passed.
When the novelty of a visit, has worn off.
And what then my dear friends? What then.