Plantains(platanos), like the banana, are a part of the “Musaceae” family. As you can see, the two riper brothers are jealous of their younger more popular brother. He has a luscious head of hair. These guys are the full package! They are packed with vitamin A, vitamin B6, more potassium than the dessert banana, riboflavin, folate, magnesium, and phosphorus…just to name a few. No need to “swipe left”. The only thing crazy about these guys is how versitle they are. They are good boiled and mashed…seasoned with onion garnishing. They can be turned into chips. They can be sliced and fried. They’re winners for the whole family. Enjoy!
This is the time when lovers get so annoying.
“Well it wouldn’t be annoying if you had a lover.”:D No lover, lover….around Valentines, It’s all relative. I’d rather not be showered with “love”, on such a superficial day. We can treat it like a snow day….stay shut in. So here is an ode to TRUE love:
1.) “Christian Grey is SO hot!!!!”
I have never seen the first “50 shades of grey”, never read the book and don’t plan on doing either, but from what I know of his character, he is a certified… narcissistic sociopath. He is a character! You ladies are attracted to a dysfunctional *fictional character? I guess all of your feminist arguments got tossed right out of the window with this one. 😀 To all women, you will find yourselves miserable when you place fictional standards of relationship “goals”, on your lives and over any great man that comes into your life. Movie or no movie, Mental illness romanticized through our current culture, should concern you, rather than turn you on.
2.) “I will walk to the ends of the earth for you!”
I WOULDN’T! See the guy above, being held? That would be me several miles into the walk. For one, I am barely 5’4…I just made it, and I have short legs. I know it’s just a metaphor, but I love to say what I mean when I express my feelings. I don’t like to leave room for guessing. So let’s make this expression more realistic:
a.) I will stay awake and watch every quarter of that football game with you.
b.) I will help you eat that entire pack of double stuffed oreo cookies.
c.) I will get my hands greasy and help you work on the car.
d.) I will not complain, for 1 DAY ONLY, about the toilet seat being left up and your inability to aim into that big giant hole.
3.) $50 for a bear, $25 for a box of chocolates, $200 for a fancy restaurant, and a 12 month payment plan for a Zales diamond ring.
If it starts in debt, it could end in debt. Keep it simple. Build together.
I welcome you today,
with puffy eyes,
and nasal spray.
I knew it was coming,
I could not avoid,
My kid got a cold,
from this boy named “Lloyd”.
Count down began,
I even drank,
more black tea,
and dry coughs,
were waiting for me.
My son sneezed my way,
In slow motion I said..
This is it!
Here we GO!
“If Body Parts Could Talk.” (By Raven Nicole)
WAIST: “I am so pumped for this! It’s GO time! Y’all ready?”
ARMS: “Huh? What?”
HIPS: “Naaahhh. I’m good!”
THIGHS: “The thing about it iiiiiis…I just like to cheer the rest of you on!”
DERRIERE: “It took me a LONG time to accept the fact that I stick out like a sore thumb…I’m fine where I’m at.”
WAIST: “Well…OKAY then! Great pep talk!” 😦
Unrealistic body standards after having a child/children, is just that…..UNREALISTIC. Getting your body where you want it to be, takes time, and not every part bounces back the way you expected. Love yourself where you are. You can lose weight if you choose, and look fantastic through out the process, but remember your body carried life. Be kind to yourself and to one another.
Encourage one another…..you never know whose heart is heavy.
(5 min writing exercise)
I embrace with my words…
I’ll love you when I’m empty.
I’ll love you when I’m full.
I share the whispers of the Lord,
like precious honey filled soap stones…
smooth and sweet to the touch.
If you anguish… if you’re in pain,
I’ll draw near to you.
I’ll share the brokenness of your heart.
You won’t go it alone.
Together we’ll piece together the puzzle.
We’ll hold on together.
As whirl winds engulf our surroundings…
I’ll hold you down,
so turmoil won’t blow you away.
I won’t let you go.
You don’t bother me.
I don’t grumble and grind my teeth at your needs and despair.
I am you… You are me.
I will love you through it all.
I am made for this.
Showcased this evening….
are beauties in despair!
Their eyes glow like head lights…
but their strings need repaired!
Welcome to the marionette,
where you see the pretty dolls dance.
They follow their master,
put the audience in a trance!
These pretty little puppets…
they may do a skit….
but oh, don’t get to close!
In your face they may spit!
They work for free,
carved from the “cedar tree”,
hair painted with dyes,
cheeks rosed with berries.
I reckon their places were not meant for a stage,
but that dirty master robbed them,
threatened to set them ablaze.
So they move with smiles,
that have been engraved,
while onlookers hoot and holler,
like they’re in a parade.
Those pretty little puppets,
were not meant for a show,
but un-watered roots….
are no no good,
they don’t grow.
(Photo credit: Porcelain Doll Portrait compressed | by inLite studio)