Wrap Me Up Tight And Kiss Me Goodnight Honey

You go on with your life everyday and have routines or things that you have to do your way. I make my ramen noodles with Tapatio and bring them just to a boil and them pour it over cold veggies. That is MY way of making that soup and I refuse to do it any other way. I also have my favorite spot on the couch and I watch certain shows at certain times with certain meals when I watch them. I also hold my pen a specific way and I warm back up my tea when it is a little less than half full. There are items that I hold on to but I don't notice I do until they are gone. Silly things, like, for instance, a blanket. In 3rd grade, my mom used to make me breakfast as I watched Sailor Moon and cuddled up to a blue thick blanket. It was crocheted and it had holes so that you didn't get too hot, but it was thick so you never got too cold. At night when I would get too cold, it was the perfect touch of warmth to a freezing baby like me : ). I never realized how much sentimental value was attached to that cute blue blanket of mine until it was thrown out. I started crying. Why? So silly Vee, you are truly ridiculous. But it wasn't the blanket as much as everytime I pulled it up to my shoulders and slowly went to sleep, it reminded me of my childhood and it was a sense of comfort when I cuddled with it. My aunt threw it out. Thanks. So sweet of you to think of me. It made me think of the other material items that mean something to me. I guess my stuffed animals. Just a bunch of fabric and cotton. What is it in those things that makes it mean something to you and nothing to anybody else? Memories make a person as much as people say the past should stay in the past. It is okay to dwell on what used to be if it meant something to you. Why do we always have to move on? Why can't I cry over something that meant a lot to me without people telling me to get over it. Of course I will get over it, but not this second. It is not the item as much as what you think of when you have it. If you have to think of the past just to break a smile, then do it, only you can tell yourself to get over it. I just want my blanket back. If not my blanket then cover me with something that makes me think of Sailor Moon and waffles. Wrap me up tight and kiss my childhood goodnight. Buenas Noches Honey.

Blue like the stipe on my white sock.