Breaking Scars

A moment of silence for fear and regret
Crossing the line just to get your feet wet
Jaded apologies with a wink of an eye
A breath of compassion with an awkward sigh
You don’t know what it is you’re looking to claim
Perhaps just a dose of a little of the same
You stop when you feel you have gone too far
When you feel the pain of the breaking scar
A typical laugh and the standard wave goodbye
Your eyes have spoken fear we cannot deny
A moment of silence for what could have been
Crossing the line and calling it an unforgivable sin
Jaded memories that we have both let slip away
A breath of regret and we don’t know what to say
We haven’t determined what we are trying to find
Perhaps just a dose of compassion from a familiar mind
We stop when we feel we could hurt more than ourselves
When the feelings can only be written and hidden on shelves
A typical laugh and our sheepish wave goodbye
My eyes are shut tight and in them I cry…

Snuggies.

If you saw me now, you would probably laugh. You would tell me I'm weird and on the verge of social destruction. But you're just jealous. You see, I'm in my Snuggie happily typing away as my arms and body are nice and warm. You think they are useless and no different than a large blanket, but the maker of these blue delights are laughing all the way to the bank.
A blanket with sleeves...It's one of those things that is SO simple, yet I did not think of it. I want the next big idea to be mine and I want it to spread fast and sell cheap and make me rich and YOU happy. Is that too much to ask for? I think not. I wonder what the pitch meeting was like with the person who invented the Snuggie. (Actually, I believe that the "Slanket" was the first blanket with sleeves, and the Snuggie company was the first to mass-market it and sell it for cheap). I wonder if the people at that first initial meeting own one of their own now, or do they laugh at those who are brave enough to admit they have one? And I also want to know why people think it's so weird to own one. I mean, I don't judge you for owning a pair of "toe socks." Well, I sort of do, but that's beside the point.
Let people own their slankets and snuggies. Let them own the original blue one or the new ones supporting their favorite sports team. Yes, we know they are just large blankets with holes, but it makes sense to us and we like it. I don't wear it out in public like a sweater, I just use it occassionally in the comfort of my own room.
I now feel somewhat ridiculous for even voicing this opinion, but I have had too many conversations about the Snuggie. You would be surprised how often it comes up...I think it's the abundance of commercials. Anyways, I'm very warm now and this entire time I have had full use of my hands. Admit it...you want one. And if you already own one...stop lying about it.

Pie First

We had pie first and we had pie last. Now I feel as though I'll never walk again...or fit into my "skinny" jeans. Thanksgiving has come and gone. It feels like it went by fast. We ate our food and before I knew it we were up and out. But it has been a fun few days hanging out with family and friends. The rest of this year is crazy busy with shopping, work, Sara's wedding festivities and Christmas. I think I'll start exercising again tomorrow....but don't hold me to it. :)
I hope everyone had a great day! Now I need sleep, but not before I go in for an early scoop of leftovers...

Starting out....

I get inspired by other people's doings. I envy their creativity and drive to get things done. I always write, but I never share. I'm not exatly sure what I'll be posting and blogging about, but this is the start. Square one. Any ideas are welcome, but I guess I should have followers first....