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FOOD FIGHT!!!!
No matter how good a shape any of us are in we had better perfect the art of bobbing, weaving, ducking, chucking and tossing.
And. Taking our trays and going home.
Now or Later?
Still. Right Now. Who knows. Your choice.
Tomorrow. Next day. Who knows. May not be for long…….
Your choice.
So while in the food fight of our lives, best to perfect the art of catching that roll of dough as it flies by your head in the lunch room and enjoy it.Raw.
”You get what you get and you don’t have a fit”. Graciously and grateful learned in a good, manner-filled instructional-filled kindergarten. Before we became allergic to
Everything, everyone and anything. In the air, in the land, in the jar, in the bottle, sheets, cases and heck even the next door neighbor.
Test your reflexes and reach up and out. Catch that roll. Quick, quicker, quickest. Before it lands in the hand or worse off the mouth of your neighbor? Why? It may be the only roll, round, thing, starchy filling you will be able to catch. While on your way out of the door. Unless of course the fire alarm goes off and you are required to:
STOP, DROP, and ROLL. Out of the lunch room with you, your sloppy, smashed tots in a mess in your hands. Had better start licking.
Like a dog.
And no fair eyeballing your dog’s food. Even though it is quite delicious. (How do I know?) you ask………..In the art of the FOOD FIGHT battles, I learned a thing or two.
And I watched.
Dogs are smart.
They know better that to bite the hand that feeds them.
Dogs are innately grateful when you approach them, come to them with their food. They would never show appreciation other that to lick your face.
Dependably wholly on you. To do the the next right thing. By them and for them. They would even fight with you in the epic FOOD FIGHT in the lunchroom, street yard or school yard.
Or even “Chez Paul”.
Smashed and Mashed.
As preciously experienced, makes no matter.
Right?
“Potatoes. Pototoes.Tomatoes. Tomotoes.” Tater Tots.Sorry. French fries.Sorry. Hash Browns They look and smell like potatoes—but are they really “Potatoes”.
There is something to be said for the good ole “brown baggin it”. At least you kinda know what is “in there”. Some people really, really, really do not know where their next meal is “coming from”.
A dog—grateful. For you. Amused at all the fuss of the designer food we offer them. Looking at us with a “cock” of their head as if to say, “Are you for real” all the while gulping, slobbering and swallowing the grub. They would eat anything for you and that YOU put in front of them.
Dogs. Are unafraid to put YOUR money where THEIR mouth is.
Make no mistake.
Astute as ever. Can smell a rat or a cat. A mile away. And they would eat those too. For you. Judiciously and respectfully do so with the gag reflex, indigestion and whatever comes out the other end of them without hesitation.
For you.
In return. A wink and a nod. And. Nap. They will be ready for the food fight of tomorrow. With you.
Insultingly and Feverishly and Exhaustingly.
Why?
Because they do not know time. Keep track of time. Revel in time spent with you, their guardian. Like to have a good time with you, their guardian angel to provide for their total and complete needs.
Dog is God spelled backwards.
God is Dog spelled backwards.
A piece of cake or a piece of advice? While deciding, or bobbing and weaving for that roll, may want to study.
Do the math. Do it your way math ? I dunno. Do your homework. Take the test. And, Someday, you may be eating at “Chez Paul” too.
Until then? Enjoy your PBJ.
Putting the cart before the horse has its detractions, subtractions and retractions. Letting Go? Of your need for instant gratification. The in the moment need for speed. The ravenous desire for consumption of anything and everything.
Chew carefully.
Chew lightly.
Chew mindfully
Or you may end up biting yourself.
In the butt.
Flying by the seat of your pants?
Ha. Ha. Ha.Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha.Ha.Ha.Ha.Ha.
That is a good one. A good joke. Who takes a flight for the food anyway?🤢 Or the 😴 sleep benefits. The on-time landing promptness? The airport restaurants?
The “Lounges”.
Brown bag baby. Brown bag. Brown baggin’ it puts the control back into your hand and hands. Frequently flying by the seat of the bag that bites you.
No thank you.
I can cook a mean soufflé. And my dog likes it just the same. We have clocked a few hundred hours of catch and release of our own— time spent interacting, understanding and regarding one another.
Understanding.
Another FOOD FIGHT is taking place in the boxed storefronts of the boxed and canned items of our lives. Presented to us in the most straight and organized rows of munchy, crunchy goodness. Controlled rows of beans and rice. Get used to it?
Hopefully. Not.
Still.Right now.Who knows. Your choice.
Tomorrow.Next day. Who knows. May not be for long…..
While clocking time spent pushing, pulling, carting, rolling up and down the grocery store aisles. One might want to consider
STOP, DROP and ROLL. Right then and there. So it is on camera as you reach for the package of sugar or salt. Get your steps, minutes, and push ups in.
So.It is on camera as you exercise your right to grab and go. To go. As in takeaway. Ugh— if you make it past the check out counter. Scanning and sliding the best of the best. Better look closely at some of your produce as you “slide it on by” the scanner counter…..It could actually be
Ground up crickets in a jar?
Enjoy.
Choosey people choose something, although I forgot what it is, what it was, and what it will be.
Spam. Ham. Jam. Going, Going Gone….
Go. Dog. Go. No problem eating a corned beef hash combo?
So far so good—I can kneel at this point in time.
If I choose to.
Prayin’ to the “porcelin God”
Unfortunately done that.
Upon fake experience intended to deceive, not receive.
Will skip the Cat games.
Will reject the Cat Food as well.
The Cat in the Hat. Other than a great book,
No thank you.
Leaves a bad yucky taste in my mouth.
Smells bad too. Yucky, really smelly. 🤮
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