Cindy Lou had a Valentine’s Day party this week at her art class.  She wrote this poem to commemorate the occasion. I hope Mae is fictional and not an embodiment of my little Cindy, but I also  know how my children are around sweets.  Without further ado, I give you School Party by Cindy Lou Who.

School Party

Mae piled her plate very, very high
with sweets and cake and blueberry pie.
But, back at the table she just looked at it then
gobbled it up before the clock struck ten.

She went to take a picture with the class.
But, soon found she could not say, “Cheese!” without a candy blast.
She just smiled with her lips and was ALMOST done
when her teacher said, “Smile big, Mae!” Oh what fun!

She tried but she could not. Oh so sad.
Then her teacher got really, really mad.
She ran to the table and wrote this poem,
then gave it to her teacher, swallowed and said, “Yum!”

I haven’t done this in a while on the blog. I tend to do all my ranting on Facebook these days but I’m trying to change that and stop treating my poor blog like a red-headed stepchild.  (no offense to red heads or stepchildren)

Many repeat breast cancer surgeries could be unnecessary.

This happened to my mother. She had three or four (I’ve lost count) unnecessary surgeries. And, when I questioned doctors, they said ugly things to me. And I may or may not have said ugly things back to them. But, they started it. I don’t get along with doctors, in case you haven’t heard.

3 changes to children’s vaccine recommendations announced

Bah ha ha ha hahahahahahaaaaaa! This is downright humorous. Boys need the HPV vaccine now? That’s a good one, pharmaceutical industry.

Over. My. Dead. Body.

White House defends birth control coverage policy as conservatives push back.

Obama is going to “restore balance”? What is that balance when religious liberty loses every…
single…
time?

McDonald’s drops use of gooey ammonia-based ‘pink slime’ in hamburger meat.

Another baby step in the right direction (but still don’t eat at McDonalds if you love me).

And, if you still eat meat after that last story…

They eat what?

Depressed yet? I thought so. That’s why I’m ending my informative post with this.

Story. Of. My. Wonderful. Babyful. Life.

That’s it. I hope your January has been as gloriously warm and sunny as mine. If it hasn’t just ignore that last sentence. I always dislike people who talk about things like sun and warmth when I’m balled up in the fetal position next to the fire in the dead of winter. I don’t want to be one of those braggarts.

If you are one of those poor souls that has not enjoyed the bounty of this ‘June’uary we’ve had, just remember only 48 days until spring!