When I started my blog, my intent was never notoriety. Don’t get me wrong; I could use my 15 minutes just as much as the next guy, but the idea was more of an electronic breadcrumb trail of my family life in the form of a weekly recap. Sometimes funny, sometimes not, sometimes late and sometimes not but always an easy, quick read and fun look into what happened with the Carr’s for any given week.

What is your guilty pleasure? What is it that you like or crave, or need in your life that if your friends ever found out may result in unspeakable judgment to the point that you are voted off the island? Nothing illegal here, but right now, my audio guilty pleasure is a song by Owl City, called Fireflies. When I hear it on the radio, I turn it up loud and sing along and I don’t care! It is what I might call a slightly corny attempt at a pop song with odd but memorable lyrics, and although it is doing (or has done) well on the charts, most I simply mention it’s name too, scoff in disapproval of this melodic little ditty. So for now, I will keep my fondness of the song one of my guilty pleasures and I will do so, with no fear of judgment, unless of course it ever gets out that I like it.

How powerful is that a simple sound, word or scent can bring back a memory as vivid and almost real as the day it happened? A first step, a first dance or a first whatever need only a quick trigger and you are right there in the middle of it. The great thing about memories is that they are ours and ours alone. Yes, the people that where with you back then, have similar memories but the ones in your minds eye are only yours.