Sunday, October 3, 2010

Snuggie: I loved to hate it, and now hate to love it


I bought a purple Snuggie last month. There, I admitted it.

When Snuggies started invading my info-merical space, I rolled my eyes with the rest of America. And this, from a person that wants every "As Seen On TV" item available, even the ones I have literally no use for (why would I need a Garden Weasel's Gardening Claw with no yard, no garden and absolutely no intention of growing anything??) But Snuggies have taken over the US, with a WORLD RECORD set by Anaheim Angel fans that beat out the record previously set by Clevland Cavaliers. Really? The first record set is ridiculous, now this is something to be beaten??

Let's look at the facts about Snuggies. A Snuggie is a blanket. With arms. That's it. Couldn't we just use, say, a blanket? What is it about the Snuggie that makes it so tantalizing? The commercial has someone acting "trapped" in her blanket while trying to get the remote control. I guess I can commend them on making blankets look like suffocating, devlish monsters...

Help! This blanket is trying to KILL me!

Who is there to save the day? Why, none other than SNUGGIE, the blanket... with arms! Now we've got snuggies for dogs



Snuggies for babies (this one is slightly frightening, please us caution)


Anyone else thinking about the Alien Chestburster right now?

Annnnd... Snuggies for... Monsters?



So why did I buy one? Well, a recent visit to Target found me face to face with a Snuggie in my favorite color. How could I not? I am not afraid to admit that when I got my Snuggie home, sat on my bed, put it on and read, I found how nice it was to be completely covered while holding my book on my lap. Snuggie had turned me. I love my Snuggie!!

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Another Birthday


I turned 28 last week. I went into this birthday wanting nothing to do with it. I felt exhausted and generally frustrated and angry with the world and my life. I made birthday party plans begrudgingly, and when people got excited for me, all I could muster was a shoulder shrug and a "meh."

What had happened to me? I was a certifiable birthday whore... telling everyone I met (or those that came within earshot of me), getting excited like a 5-year old about my "big day," asking everyone what they were going to get me (even if I knew they would never buy me a present, and on and on. But this year I felt different. I think it started at last year's birthday (see "Birthday Blues") and just kept going at that not-so-great-but-kinda-mediocre pace.

Anyway, on with the story. I get to work after a REALLY hard bootcamp, and found that my boss had done up my desk:


Pretty gorgeous, right? Well, that was just the beginning. I had so many facebook "happy birthday" messages, I literally welled up. I was so inherently thankful for social networking at that moment because it had brought me this overflow of love. I tried to start thanking each person individually, but it got to be so many people that I couldn't keep up with it all day.

I was finally feeling like the old me. After showering off the bootcamp sweat and dawning a pretty birthday dress and doing my hair and makeup (a rarity for me at work), I was feeling like a kid again.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

The End of Something I Half-Hoped Would Go On Forever

"Hope and fear come from feeling that we lack something; they come from a sense of poverty. We can’t simply relax with ourselves. We hold on to hope, and hope robs us of the present moment. We feel that someone else knows what is going on, but that there is something missing in us, and therefore something is lacking in our world."
— Pema Chödrön (When Things Fall Apart: Heart Advice for Difficult Times)

I find myself constantly thinking about the realities that I am hoping for. I am hoping he will change and make things better for us. I am hoping that I will save up that money, that I will lose that weight, that I will pay off those student loans - essentially that I will be something better and more shiny once I get somewhere. Where that place is, I don't know. What am I really doing with all of this hope? I feel like I'm living in a world that does not exist, and ignoring my reality. I am always working for that thing, that hope.

I feel clueless and helpless. How do I find my here and now? How do I just relax in it?

Monday, March 1, 2010

Sometimes I wonder if the thing I have spent so much time convincing myself was right for me, was really just that... something I convinced myself was right.

I feel like Charlie Brown today. AAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGG!!!!!