Monday, August 14, 2006
I’m not one for titles because they never actually and completely define who we are. If I had to put a title on myself It might look like this I am a modern Christian Feminist Conservative Democrat with Libertarian views at times Egalitarian on some issues Mom Wife Volunteer Friend Moonpiest who sings loud and off key in my car.
That’s right I’m a CFCDLEMWVFM bad singer.
It occurred to me that not everyone is familiar with the greatness on the Moon Pie. I know it’s a sad thing so I’ve placed a thingy to click to it so that you might understand the true meaning of it’s greatness. Until you actually taste the goodness you can truly not be a real Moonpiest you if I may will only be a Mock Moonpiest .
Have I always been a Moonpiest? Yes, as long as I could eat real foods I was a Moonpiest. My mother was a Moonpiest and possibly her mother I’m not sure. My Grandmother was from Tennessee so I’m sure she knew of the joy.
I have a special place in my heart for miners. Knowing that they named the treat brings tears of joy to my eyes. My uncle was a cole miner. My aunt was proud to be his wife his daughter was . . . . Oops sorry. (A country song took over.)
Taste the goodness sit on the fence with me, become a Moonpies.
The cool kids are doing it.