Found another humorous article on this ever entertaining website. Click to the left to navigate to "The Politics of Pie". I especially enjoy the links the article makes between pie eating characteristics and men. I've excerpted below:
'Pie is a window to a man's soul, a lens by which you can see his true nature and know the measure of his worth. You won't be able to take it all in, not in one slice of pie, not in a thousand. Pie is so revealing -- especially rhubarb pie. But to start with, you can choose several traits and look to confirm their presence.'
'What pie reveals is how well a man can identify his hunger. How large and looming is that hunger? Can he name it? How does he meet it? How does he greet it? In the feast of life, will he save room for the pie?
These are very good things to know about men.'
Indeed.
Do people walk away from being with me having a sense that they are loved, worthy, and have much to offer?
About Me

- Lady of Light
- I'm a Cancer. I have curly hair. I practice yoga. I knit. Music is my muse. Food is my friend. I dabble in aromatherapy. I am hardly ever without a good lotion or a choice essential oil. Sometimes I cry, but I laugh mostly. Everyone should sleep on nice linens. I like people with good hearts. My favorite colour is red. Curtains dress up a room nicely. I'm an Indian Princess.
Facebook Badge
Subscribe via email
Categories
- 1973 (1)
- 2010 (1)
- 2012 (1)
- Animation (1)
- Augustana (1)
- Bear Creek Park (1)
- Belief (1)
- Bowen Island (1)
- Choice (1)
- Christmas 2006 (2)
- Courage (1)
- Daughter (1)
- Daydreams (1)
- Discover (1)
- Dreams (2)
- Free form (1)
- Gift (1)
- Giving (2)
- Gratitude (1)
- Hope (2)
- Internet (1)
- John Denver (1)
- Learning (2)
- Life (1)
- Living (2)
- Love (2)
- Mo (1)
- Mother (2)
- Music (2)
- New Year (2)
- Pictures (2)
- Pocoyo (1)
- Poem (1)
- Poetry (1)
- Quotes (2)
- Reflections (1)
- Service (1)
- Spirit (1)
- Stone (1)
- Thanksgiving (1)
- Vultures (1)
- Water (1)
- Web 2.0 (1)
- Window (1)
- Winter 2006 (1)
- World (2)
- Writer's block (1)
- Writing (1)
- You Tube (1)
Blog Archive
-
▼
2005
(50)
-
▼
December
(8)
- I need a different now Where we can wear each othe...
- The rhymes you hear are the rhymes of Darryl's But...
- And the joke is When he awoke his Body was covered...
- I can't do the long division Will someone do the m...
- I want to travel through time See your surprise Ho...
- You might see a different man But baby here I am
- Here's a toast to all those who hear me all too we...
- Drench yourself in words unspoken; Live your life ...
-
▼
December
(8)
Popular Posts
-
Today I am very thankful for truth. Pure and simple. There is a lot of power in the clarity that truth provides. There is no doubt that find...
-
Since it's my last week of work at my current job, I thought this work quote would be fitting. We have a 'thought of the week' e...
-
These past few weeks have been very interesting. I've been learning a lot about my family and myself as a product of my family. What I ...
-
Love that song. I don't even mind that Alanis has redone it. I enjoy her version too. Tell me you like that song (if you know what it is...
-
I was going through some of my old writing and came across an account of a trip to Victoria that my cousin 'Shaft' and I went on las...
-
My brother and I circa the good ol' 70s. I dig his Fiji shirt. Dig my country girl dress. That's my kaleidoscope. I had a few when ...
-
I read something at the beginning of this past week and have had it in the back of my mind, measuring my life experiences this week to it. S...
-
After seven years of volunteering I am still being shown that I need to be there. Believe me, over the years I have tested the question of l...
-
Right now I am feeling very open. Energized. My husband is a touch away and asleep beside me. I wonder what he is dreaming about. Sometime...
-
A mother’s existence in this world is a web of strength and fragility. A mother is made to nurture, build and lead. She raises children i...
Friday, December 09, 2005
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
0 comments:
Post a Comment