This morning I woke up to see,
The bathroom scales lying at me.
Up five pounds, that can’t be right,
The pumpkin pie had Cool Whip light!
Elastic’s now my new best friend.
Buttons and snaps, never again.
There’s nothing left to do but wish,
I hadn’t eaten that eleventh dish.
If I don’t get my butt in gear,
I’ll be the butterball next year.
The kitchen looks like a tornado hit,
Facebook’s calling, I’ll just sit.
Dirty dishes pile the sink,
Toss ’em out and buy more I think.
The turkey carcass is out back,
A special treat for an alley cat.
The family fight I did endure,
four weeks till Christmas, then some more.
I’m not a poet, you will find,
Tryptophan has clogged my mind.
by Angel aka Butterball
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I’m Angel, a.k.a. Rocket Surgeon, and these are my chronicles. I love writing and I believe our stories should be shared, so here you’ll find anecdotes of my life, loves, worries, fears, joys, and experiences.
I blog about my mishaps and adventures as a wife, mommy, auntie, wanna-be writer, teacher, Texan, country/city/mountain girl, cereal killer and Jesus-freak.
A few things you might discover about me:
•Jesus is my everything; without Him I am nothing, but with him I can do all things
•My family makes this world a better place for me to live in
•I adore chickens, the live ones, although the cooked ones aren’t too bad either
•I have 2 dogs: Grace and Ozzie. And one cat: Rocky Muffin
•My dream job would be to raise chickens and write best sellers
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“When you look for the bad in mankind, expecting to find it, you surely will." Pollyanna
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