Snack attack….OMG

Okay, I know….I’m at heart such a child and in being one, have a very large fondness for peanut butter and jelly. Remembering the days of youth, pulling the hot sweaty little sandwich out of my wrinkled paper bag, seeing the purple shade coming through where the heavy apple smushed the little sandwich with the crusts cut off. Gummy white bread and PB&J, the smell that filled the cubicle of all the other little kids who had the same, intermingling with the scent of warm bologna and mayo from the other kid who ate the same thing every day. Now I loved PB&J but I couldn’t eat it every day. Now that I’m an all grown up child in adult person form, saw these while perusing the frozen foods aisle of things I don’t eat anymore if possible, processed pasta in white creamy sauces, Sara Lee Pound cake, you get the idea…but I saw this lonely and sad looking little box sitting at the bottom of the shelf of kid’s food stuff in Publix and thought, a-ha….no gummy white bread, just graham crackers, those are healthy right? And it looked to be not a ton of PB&J, but as Goldilocks said…..”Just right”. Into the cart they went as hubby raised his eyebrows in dismay and I with a smile said, at least it isn’t gummy white bread, right? So I made it to check out with my snack in tow, rushed it home and slipped it in the freezer where it belonged. Now I know hubby won’t eat it, not a big PB&J fan that I know of….he was more the bologna kid from school so I get six of these bad boys for myself.

So, a few days later, I feel a bit snacky so I dive into the freezer for one. It says you can eat it frozen or thaw it out and knowing how good a frozen Twinkie tastes (I only know this from childhood….along with frozen hoho’s and we slept in a room in the basement where the “Excess” freezer which was locked lived, and big sister knew where the key was hidden….but no, we never broke in and ate anything in there….really…..wink wink) and so I carefully peeled open the wrapper, kind of like Charlie expecting the golden ticket but folding it back and seeing this thin little snack, felt a little disappointed….until I bit into it. OMG….it’s like crack for adults. If you like PB&J, you’ve got to pick up a box. The outer disclaimer bestowed its fine virtues, see:

Pretty snazzy, huh? Just ignore? the calorie content…270 or so, but if this is my lunch, I suppose I could do worse. But the taste, wow, just the right amount of all the good things. Now if they could make this in S’mores flavor, that would be awesome….except I don’t think a frozen S’more would pack the same appeal cold instead of hot steamy chocolate. If I had to rate it on the five-star system, I would give it four and a half, but this computer doesn’t have emoji’s so I have to settle for simple words. If you like ice cream sandwiches and PB&J, don’t want all the calories/dairy/etc… of an ice-cream sandwich but want to feel like you’re eating one with the amazing flavor and crunch of the graham, well this is your snack. Now get off the couch, put down the Cheezy Poofs and go grab a box before they’re gone….It’s a Grand Slam….unlike my beloved Rays these days…..sigh….besides, what’s more American than PB&J and a winning baseball team? I guess I will have to settle for the PB&J, for now anyway. Happy fourth peeps 🙂

Weaving life

We are magic. We take each strand of the life we are given, anchoring to the tiniest bit of whatever, a blade of grass, a person, a place, and we stretch it out to the next layer, to the next after that, endlessly weaving our life of words, memories, souls we encounter, all of it. We spin our webs with a pattern in mind, revolving round on the next, bringing it in tighter and tighter, even finding sometimes we weave too thin, that parts of our design break from tradition, a hole forms where we didn’t expect and things fall through. We can backtrack and try to fix the hole or decide to let it become a new part of the picture we create. We accept it as a fact of life and there for it is beautiful in itself and stays the way it is.

Sometimes we encounter forces beyond our control. Perhaps we’ve built our art in a busy area, where accidents happen and we aren’t wanted and thus removed. Then it becomes one of two things, a tragedy that we find we don’t have the heart to rebuild and so move to a hole somewhere to live out our time, just eking by, catching our joys like bugs where we sit, or we rise up to rebuild, perhaps in a new and better place where our chances of success are far greater and where fear will not take down what we’ve built. We keep working away night and day at this new creation, setting up right smack dab in the middle where we can survey anything coming, giving us time to get away if need be or just deciding which morsel we will delve into first. For we have created this grand thing, this life which is abundant in it’s giving, if only we give the gratitude and share in our goodness. We move in the gentle breezes that life sends our way, balanced in our creation that we are a part of. We watch the admiration of those who notice, who stop and say “wow, look at that, how amazing…I wonder how they did it” and we smile and acknowledge their praise and let them into our world, knowing they will be careful for they have seen and will do no harm.

We watch the rising of the sun and the beginning of the day and we are alive and happy to be a part of the moments that were born to us to spin each segment, eager for more and as we create our reality filled with beauty and peace, we realize that in our giving of beauty, we are richly rewarded and that not everyone will appreciate and enjoy, those that do are now a part of our creation, our web, our life.

Thoughts as I came through the gate this morning…the sun was rising and glistening on this beautiful spider web. The crab looking spider staying in the center, perhaps watching me trying to get a proper picture of it and I’m hoping unfortunately that at some point it will relocate for it is in the way of things but for now, I will try to let it survive the day. It is anchored by grass and with the dogs running about, I’m sure it will not last, but now I have captured it and sharing it with you, for tomorrow I may be sad to see it gone. The dew glinting off the threads gave it a “hanging star” effect. Have a beautiful day friends.