It's a Peep Alert.

It's Easter time again, and one of my favorite candies during the Easter season is the Peep. Yes, I could live on them. I buy them and open them up to the air. The biggest problem is, my favorite state of Peep is hard. I usually don't make it to that stage. Once opened I loose control. I am addicted. I wonder through the stores keenly keeping my eyes open to the Peeps name. I often think, that if I buy three boxes of six peeps, I will have them over a week. Dreamer that I am it never works.

I know my husband truly loves me because yesterday he brought home one package of Peeps. He must know me well. I opened them up and have been drawn to them more than once. I pledge to make them last till next week. The challenge is on.

You must excuse me, the Peeps are calling....I can resist.

Easter Season is my favorite. Jesus died for us. I love that guy.
Carol

Take A Peep at this...

For those of you who have been following me. I promised I would not talk about those marshmallow wonders covered with sugar till next year. But I just had to show you my new addition to my desk. Yes, you are seeing right....a pen and paper in full color and representing my favorite treat.

Yesterday at a meeting a dear friend handed me this box. Oh, was I taken back. What do you say to someone that gives you your favorite treat and the best part it won't add width to my back side. Still wearing off the purple ones I ate after Easter. But I digress.

I need to search google and as; is there more peep products out there? As I became light headed over the thought of finding more items in the shape of those chick wonders, I knew one thing. Life is good. Thanks Paula for the inspiration to become more worldly.

See ya guys later, off to google.

Who Let the Peeps Out?

Hi everyone, here I am talking about peeps again. If you read my article about lent then this post makes sense. Peeps is only the iceberg of giving up candy. But a fun example. Now for an update. My sister-in-law, bless her heart, gave me four boxes of peeps for my birthday. I don't think I told you but I love hard and rubbery peeps. That takes a while to achieve by unwrapping and letting the air get to them.

Yesterday I opening the box and letting the peeps get the air they needed to achieve pure delight, mine that is. I find that the peeps sitting on my counter have a true temptation that honors the purpose of lent. How you say? Well, in this day of decadence we have the ability to get and have all we want at any time of the day or night. We justify everything we do with ease.

Peeps mean to me, saying no. No to all the temptations in my world, this time of year symbolized in a peep. In hopes to remind myself of what Jesus sacrificed for me. Whether you believe or not in Jesus, you do believe in your loved ones and being a great person. At Easter take the time while hunting for Easter eggs to hug your loved ones and think about being a better soul throughout the next year.

With opening the peeps I am truly on a peep alert. The last few days are really the hardest, mostly because they are open and I am thinking just one. Carol just say no.

God Bless who spend time visiting my site.

Do I Smell Peeps?

Oh yes, they do smell wonderful especially when you are four weeks into lent. If you are Catholic you know what that means to give up candy. If you're not Catholic then lent maybe confusing. Short form explanation is as follows. Jesus spent 40 days in the desert with the devil and no food. Yiks, and I am complaining about no candy...oh well, we like to honor Jesus by giving up something we love for those forty days.

This has been going on a long time, even older than me. When I was young I tried to give up things like, making my bed, helping in the kitchen. Mom told me more than once it had to be something that meant a lot to me. I tried everything, giving up soft drinks, that was easy, even not talking a lot, that is truly a force of nature it didn't take me long to fail at that. So back to candy I went. Forty days without candy it may sound easy but it's not.

The hardest part is in the grocery store. At the end of the isle that's where the candy for any holiday is displayed. I find myself running my hand over the bright colors of the Peeps, yellow and pink. I think to myself, Carol step away from the Peeps. As my hands slide off the Peeps and my fingers ease off the pressure that usually take the product and places it in my cart I feel great. I do have to take one more trip past those sugar wonders. Once again I have made it to the cashier, pay my bill and head out of the door. I however, look back and wink, I will be back for the Peeps after Easter.

For today, Jesus would be proud of me but alas will I make it tomorrow, for it is another day and another trip to the grocery store.