Tin Can Tango

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Fizzy caramel coloured sugar GLUGGING
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Savouring. Sweetness.
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       E Chemicals firing.

How much is left? HOW MUCH IS LEFT?
WANTED: Glass bottle.

Myths and Realities

Now that Easter is safely behind us, it is time to deal with the effects of two myths and face reality.
Myth 1:
For another year, Christians have safely sent Jesus soaring to the heavens which means I can slow down on Easter chocolate consumption delivered to me by the Easter Bunny. Why the Bunny? Why the chocolate eggs? Apparently, the bunny is a sign of fertility and Christians were denied eggs during Lent so ate an abundance of coloured eggs (spring like) during the Easter season.

Myth 2:
When you breastfeed, the weight will just melt off of you. Perhaps this is true if you continue to exercise and don't eat (Easter) chocolate, cake, cookies, and chips too regularly. However, I was looking for miracle like weight loss whereby I could be sedentary and snacky and still be thinner than when I was 16. This is just not possible. At least not for me.

Reality:
I have GAINED weight since Christmas time. The opposite of what is supposed to be happening. So it is with a heavy heart that I turn my back on snacking and turn to the EA Sports Active for Wii Easy 30 day Challenge. Hopefully this will pan out. Especially as I am getting ready to head back to work and would like to fit into my clothes.

Roll Up the Rim to Lose

Bite.
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Win/Gagnez Donut/Beigne
Rip. Toss in D       h
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Obesity for free?

Nerd's Hot Chocolate i

HOT CHOCOLATE i

slurpslurpslurpslurp. PAUSE. sipsipslurp.
slurpslurpslurpslurpslurp.

Like a farmer calling cows.

Poetry

It all started with a book of poetry. I thought it was completely silly and thoughtless. Open and expand your mind, I was told. Yet the silliness remained. In an effort to demonstrate that this sort of short, oddly laid out poetry was EFFORTLESS, I wrote two poems in 2 minutes. Each relating to current situations in our apartment. Since then, I have not been able to stop. Reviews include: "Genius", "I laughed til I cried"*, "Genius and Postmodern". Here are the first two written:

(*Disclaimer: this was actually never said, it was a witnessed actual event.)

Coop Dying (90 Whitney ii)

Pizza box
kitchen floor,
crusty food, dirt.
Crying baby.
Dirty Clothes.

Life?

Whitney Number 2 (Carbon Footprint)
Diaper l i n e r s, flushed
pipes glogging
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P jam.
Soupy basement mess.

Environmental services rendered for cash.

Whitney's Number 2.