The Bigger Person

I'm the bigger person,
As you can clearly see....
Although my stomach longs for strawberry pie
It remains void of such pastry.....

But I've gone to Sunday school
And Jesus taught me to share
Clearly you need a few lessons
and I shall lift you up in prayer.

The honeymoon feels over
And that makes me a little sad....
I hope your silly pie was worth it
But don't worry, as you can clearly see, I'm not mad

I hope you enjoy your sweet chocolate
From your modern-day Joan of Arc
I guess this is my cross to bare
I hope it doesn't make you shart.....

**I wrote this to my boyfriend after I found out he didn't share the pie.......my sister helped significantly.........I give her ideas, and she busts out rhymes like Vanilla Ice............she's God's gift to me.

Hotter Than A Homemade Sin

I’m ready to write again. I’m ready to share the things I hear and see throughout my days, like the above title…..a lady said this to me this morning when she spoke of the dessert in Arizona.

I love blogs, they are my new people.com…….and unlike the gossip rag, I actually feel uplifted after I get done zoning out to beautiful pictures and creative ideas of real people. Like Pioneer Woman, or Bleubird Vintage, or Color Me Katie, or Beautiful Mess……….however, similarly to the gossip rags I do get done and think “I wanna be that”, as I look around at my house and my clothes. I wanna be able to take a picture of a simple vintage ceramic bowl and make it look magical……….I wanna have blue and purple nails, and rock a polyester jumpsuit. I wanna get away from this drag that they call my job and wake up and glue hearts all over my house if that’s what I wake up feelin’. I wanna be quirky. I wanna be cute. I wanna not take myself seriously. I wanna be part of Improv Everywhere. I WANT TO BE CREATIVE, DADJUMMIT!

So, in a blaze of inspiration, I jerk my iPhone out of my purse, say to myself “Let’s get this party started”, and snap a self portrait of me at an interesting angle, doing something interesting, and this is all followed by instant disappointment and I think “Do I look like that?” Then that thought follows the agreement that iPhones don’t take flattering pictures, period, and they would even make Jennifer Gardner would look awkward.

So now what? Do I steal some cool photos that inspire me from other blogs…..no, cause then I’ll feel like poser and a fake. Do I up and quit my job so I’ve got all the free time in the world to make origami cranes and hang them from my ceiling? Heck if I know.

But this is a start. And we’ll see what comes of it.