Up, Down and Touch the Ground

Don’t let your schedule fool you: If your weekend is looking promising, you’re probably forgetting a few commitments.

My husband Geoff and I have started a little tradition. I tend to stress over schoolwork, so anytime I get over a big(ish) hump (like a Pre-Macc module, or a midterm) we go out to celebrate (I love food). So far we haven’t been very adventurous, because we’ve found Mozart’s, and have had a really hard time straying away. Not only is this place convenient (next to Olentangy Village), it’s also delicious, relatively cheap (especially if you have a “buy 1, get 1 half off” coupon), and smells like pastries (yum). Breakfast items are a big comfort food for me, so I always go for the Tyrolean Special and a cup of hot tea (according to Geoff the coffee is amazing as well). In the end, it’s all about positive association: midterms are good because I get to eat.

When I up, down, touch the ground
it puts me in the mood
Up, down, touch the ground
in the mood {smacks lips} for food

I am stout, round and I have found
speaking poundage-wise
I improve my appetite
when I exercise
(ripping sound)

Oh stuff and fluff
(ties his back together again)
That’s better
(reflection in the mirror talks back)
Thank you
Now, where was I?
(grumbling sound from stomach)

Oh, yes, I’m rumbly in my tumbly.
Time for something sweet
I am short, fat, and proud of that
and so with all my might
I up, down, up-down
to my appetite’s delight

While I up, down, touch the ground
I think of things to chew
(Mmm, like honey, milk, and chocolate)
With a hefty-happy appetite
I’m a hefty-happy Pooh.

With a hefty-happy appetite
he’s a hefty-happy Pooh.

Source: http://kids.niehs.nih.gov/lyrics/updown.htm