Entree?

I was the little girl who had a diary because my big sister did and my mom did and *my dad wished I were born a son.

I never really knew what was suppose to be written in a diary.

I had it figured out that I was suppose to write my thoughts and feelings down. So i tried that approach for a while but my thoughts flowed so freely and went on for pages... I would have to stop writing because my hand would be cramping up, fingers bleeding, and my writing indecipherable after writing for so long. It was a horrible experience to say the least.

I resorted to writing down what I had to eat that day and jotting down a quick prayer for God to read while I was away. *Sometimes I go a whole day with out thinking about food and other days I think about it every second, there's just no balance. So as I'm sure you can already see... this menu/prayer book didn't last long. I've told you all of this so that you can know the history behind me making this blog. I am at last going to dedicate myself to writing down different things in my life beyond food. This will still be a menu in a sense, as I will list the "food for thought" that I partake of on a daily basis. If you are thinking right now that you would rather not partake of these "leftovers" I completely understand. But if you're bored and have the munchies... feel free to stop by.

Oh I should probably tell you before you leave that whenever you see a purple asterisk (*) before something I say, it means that what ever follows is not relevant to the current topic but I thought about it while typing. Skipping these portions of text is optional as it will not add to your understanding of the "main course"