Yesterday, my mother posted this link on her Facebook page. I have always loved poetry but have strayed away in the past few years. Sarah Kay single handedly re-inspired this love with her poem "B" and the beautiful way she performs it. When I start to breath again, I am going to start writing poetry once more.

It's early and I couldn't remember how to embed the video, but if you're interested, the link is MORE than worth the click.

Today.

A little irony: me, sitting in the car outside of our local natural foods store, scarfing down a Whopper as fast as I can chew.

Not appreciated? Was the guy in the silver Honda next to me, shooting looks of judgement and disgust in my direction.

So listen up, you pretentious prick, lest you should be reading:

That's right. I was eating a Whopper. A big, fat, juicy Whopper. With mayonnaise, in-humanely raised beef, and processed cheese product. Whilst sitting outside a store that sells wholesome, organic and delicious food. With my two fussing babies in the backseat.

Yes, that was me.

You know why?

Because I forgot to eat. That's right. Forgot. All day.

And at 2pm, I got hungry.

Insane, nursing-two-babies on zero calorie input, put some EFFING nourishment in my stomach, HUNGRY.

Because somewhere, in the midst of changing poopy diapers, begging my children to take naps, and creating miraculous, edible milk-product from my breasts, I got distracted and forgot not only to eat, but to brush my teeth as well.

So judge away, Honda Man.

For what it's worth, I think it's thoroughly ironic to sit in judgement outside of a natural food store, so I suppose we sit in irony together.

That damn Whopper was good.

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Yes, one of my children spit up copious amounts of breast milk once we were within the safely organic walls of said store. No, I am not a responsible mother and did not have any appropriate items with which to clean said spit up. Yes, I used the sleeve of my jacket instead. Looks of judgement? Yes.

Well Hello.

I haven't felt like posting lately.

I have, however, felt like eating fudge, listening to Christmas music, and watching two incredible little babies grow.

Over ten months old.

I've been arguing with myself over whether or not I want to blog about why I haven't felt like blogging.

But here it is. At the end of the day, I'm a frustrated writer. Frustrated by the confines of my blog, and frustrated that I don't have more time to promote it. That's all. And so in a childish indulgence of that frustration, I spent a few delicious weeks waving a big old F*&# YOU to my blog.

I think I'm going to get over it now.