mike check

*check one, two*

is this thing even on? I guess i'm just supposed to spew forth whatever happens to be crossing my mind or perhaps plan out my own brand of spiel for the masses.

So a friend talked me into this and perhaps it'll be a good way to purge the toughts that course through my brain like 5 tvs with the channel changing button taped down. Sometimes i'm able to turn the volume down on a couple of them and shapen my foucs on one or two things happening. Most times, even when i look like i'm paying attention, the stations are flipping like mad behind my eyes. Might be nice to see a little slow down every now and then but i worry that i wouldn't know what to do with the peace and quiet that entails.

here, try this. i wrote it for my kids a few years ago to show that all poetry doesn't have to ryhme and they can be about anything.


Oatmeal

Eat it all
-But Mom!
Or no Red Dawn
-But Mom!
It's not that bad!
-I'll puke!
No, you won't
-I delayed, it got cold
-clammy, drippy, gross
Hurry now, drink it up
-I did, I puked
-At least the movie was good!


There ya go, a little poetry second grade style. True story too. It took me about 10 years after that to even try oatmeal again. That was on a canoe trip down the buffallo river in Arkansas. All we had for breakfast was apple and cinnamon oatmeal. Now i don't like cinnamon in general and didn't like otameal at the time either so this was a real adventure for me. After a week on the river, i was still convinced that oatmeal was not for me. About another 5 or 6 years later i discovered the wonder of maple and brown sugar oatmeal, long before Starbucks started touting it as a healthy alternative to their sugar laden bland snacks.

After the divorce, i started baking and learned how much better home-made stuff is than what you can buy at starbucks or the grocery store. Even though i dont eat the things i bake much, i do sample it all to make sure the quality is good and that i didn't screw up the recipe too badly.