WOW...GREAT ARTICLE.. HIGHLIGHTING NEBRASKA
Should we be talking Fort Nebraska now? - Omaha.com
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Monday, July 11, 2011
20 photos of my trip to post office
This was sort of a challenge amongst a friend and I. It was rebuttle of nothing is interesting this time of year. These photos were taken on March 8, 2011. These photos represented my trek to the post office. Granted I took an unconventional route back..ah through the alley. However, I wanted to prove once again "Ordinary can be Extraordinary"
Thursday, June 9, 2011
NEVER EVER LEAVE HOME WITHOUT IT
I never understood how everyone wanted to "digitally" get all their music, or read all their books....till now. When I first got my droid and discovered kindle on there the application sat idle for months. It wasn't till the talented author Patricia Bremmer, released this book only for kindle
that I threw caution to the wind and tried. I was immediately hooked by the author, and had to read more. Discovering that some of her books were hard to get in print, I am like what the heck, I will buy the Kindle book for my droid. After reading every single book Bremmer wrote I absolutely had to have a Kindle. Every ereader they make wasn't a consideration it had to be the Kindle ereader. As I always do, once I hit BUY IT NOW immediately buyers remorse kicked in. It wasn't till I had the kindle in my hands, did I discover I made the best decision ever. I eat my words on technology. Although I still love my paperbacks, I must say I never leave home without my kindle. Yes folks I have found a new love and a new passion my Amazon kindle!
that I threw caution to the wind and tried. I was immediately hooked by the author, and had to read more. Discovering that some of her books were hard to get in print, I am like what the heck, I will buy the Kindle book for my droid. After reading every single book Bremmer wrote I absolutely had to have a Kindle. Every ereader they make wasn't a consideration it had to be the Kindle ereader. As I always do, once I hit BUY IT NOW immediately buyers remorse kicked in. It wasn't till I had the kindle in my hands, did I discover I made the best decision ever. I eat my words on technology. Although I still love my paperbacks, I must say I never leave home without my kindle. Yes folks I have found a new love and a new passion my Amazon kindle!
Friday, April 22, 2011
Thursday, April 7, 2011
"The Apple Tree"
A friend from college sent me this picture and asked me if I could come up with a short quote on the tree. I needed a bit of background information on the tree, and I said I would be good to go.
She explained to me this tree has been in her family for many years, but the family farm got sold and because of costs involved in moving and uprooting a tree they had to leave it behind. Her father passed away, and it appears this tree probably holds many tears, secrets, stories and moments.
I can almost envision myself under the shade of that tree reading a good book, with a tall glass of ice tea, soaking in the suns warmth.
This was my quote to the family
"Our family much like the apple tree began as but a seed
Individual as we are, we are branches of the same tree.
Fragile, yet strong
Nourished by encouragement and love, to fully blossom
Much like the tree, our family roots run deep."
What do you see through the window?
This is a photo I took of a old garage window. I fell in love with this broken window even before I got out of the car. It's amazing what one sees through a camera lens as beautiful. I took the picture from four different angles, I wasn't sure how much glare I would get from the sun and the glass.
Interesting what you see, the same window but four totally different scenes.
It just goes to show, there is always more than one side to every story, and no matter how bleak you feel life can be there is always other angles to consider.
Intertwine
I am making a promise to myself and to others that I will be better at updating my blog. I am going to try and incorporate my random words, my daily tasks, my photography, book, television and music recommendations all into one humble blog. I will eventually have a photography only dedicated blog as well!
"soft kisses"
"Amy what are you doing?" my niece asks. I have this thing with books. Hardcover books that are old, or new, or heck in between. I love the sound one makes when you open it, and I love the smell. Whether it has that old history smell, or the hot off the press smell. I know I am completely insane, and I got caught red handed by my five year old niece, sniffing the book.
Almost each time we visit my parents the Childcraft books come out. There is one with several short stories, and poems for their age. Every time without fail, we read "I know an old lady who swallowed a fly," this night was no exception.
I begin to read read, and Hannah looks at me all serious, and goes I can feel your breathe. First thing that comes to mind is, kids are so honest, she's going to tell me it stinks or something, but the words tumble out of her mouth and I melt. Amy, your breathe is like soft kisses on me" I said "It is?" "yes, they are like when mommy tucks me into bed at night." If you know me at all, I am putty when it comes to kids especially my nieces and nephew, so I am trying to hold back the tears. I kiss Hannah on the top of her head and we continue reading.
As the story ends, Hannah is leafing through the book for something else, and she spots a drawing of a horse, so I am given my lesson in horse breeds. Without missing a beat Hannah and I are searching the old encyclopedias for breeds of horses. Hannah starts naming them off one by one. Hannah knows her horses, and ultimately wants one. Hard for a city girl to have a pony though.
By the time we are wrapping up the lesson on horses, Rylee and Cash have noticed we are reading, Rylee wants part of the action, and Cash he wants a drink. I hand the book to Hannah and up I go to attend to the parched child.
Gone only moments I capture Hannah and Rylee on the couch with the book...Hannah sniffs the book, smooths out the page, and begins 'reading' to Rylee. Hannah in her most animated tone is reading Rylee the "I know an old lady who swallowed a fly" not wanting them to notice me, I am quietly watching. Hannah then leans forward, or more accurately to the side and kisses Rylee on the head and continues reading.
How perceptive are kids, if Hannah only knew she made my entire month by that little mockery. Its those little moments you get lost in. It never even dawned on me Hannah noticed the kiss on the head, because she never looked and me, and I never thought she would really smell the book. I am sure she has no idea why, I do that, and further more probably didn't know why she did it, but it was sweet none the less. I just hope she doesn't continue the trend and have to smell all her text books in school.
Almost each time we visit my parents the Childcraft books come out. There is one with several short stories, and poems for their age. Every time without fail, we read "I know an old lady who swallowed a fly," this night was no exception.
I begin to read read, and Hannah looks at me all serious, and goes I can feel your breathe. First thing that comes to mind is, kids are so honest, she's going to tell me it stinks or something, but the words tumble out of her mouth and I melt. Amy, your breathe is like soft kisses on me" I said "It is?" "yes, they are like when mommy tucks me into bed at night." If you know me at all, I am putty when it comes to kids especially my nieces and nephew, so I am trying to hold back the tears. I kiss Hannah on the top of her head and we continue reading.
As the story ends, Hannah is leafing through the book for something else, and she spots a drawing of a horse, so I am given my lesson in horse breeds. Without missing a beat Hannah and I are searching the old encyclopedias for breeds of horses. Hannah starts naming them off one by one. Hannah knows her horses, and ultimately wants one. Hard for a city girl to have a pony though.
By the time we are wrapping up the lesson on horses, Rylee and Cash have noticed we are reading, Rylee wants part of the action, and Cash he wants a drink. I hand the book to Hannah and up I go to attend to the parched child.
Gone only moments I capture Hannah and Rylee on the couch with the book...Hannah sniffs the book, smooths out the page, and begins 'reading' to Rylee. Hannah in her most animated tone is reading Rylee the "I know an old lady who swallowed a fly" not wanting them to notice me, I am quietly watching. Hannah then leans forward, or more accurately to the side and kisses Rylee on the head and continues reading.
How perceptive are kids, if Hannah only knew she made my entire month by that little mockery. Its those little moments you get lost in. It never even dawned on me Hannah noticed the kiss on the head, because she never looked and me, and I never thought she would really smell the book. I am sure she has no idea why, I do that, and further more probably didn't know why she did it, but it was sweet none the less. I just hope she doesn't continue the trend and have to smell all her text books in school.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Lost Love
it's been too long between visits.
12 years, 2 months, and 16 days.......but who's counting?
i pick my nails, one is slightly uneven, i tear at it in earnest....
it's now shorter...
do i pick at the rest, or just let it go?
I have ugly aggressive hands... better than some I've shook, and not as bad as my feet.
I hate the swell in my stomach; acid bouncing, on an empty stomach.
coffee burns, but soothes the nerves.
Tori on the Ipod. I am liberated. Old, but young in this cafe.
I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the brown liquid. Who am I kidding? What am I denying?
stupid nails, don't pick at them.
I always wanted a second chance, but why do I get one, when i feel it's too late?
fate!
I shouldn't be here, I should be here.
White horses, blue ribbons, flowers by the door.....
A man in his 60's boldly stares at me. Why? Do i dare wave? A nod is sufficient. I look away.
I hate the cold. I hate the humidity. I suppose I hate myself.
fold, fold, fold over and over, I take the folded napkin and slide it under my wobbly table. Its the only balance I have for today.
That man with the stare, the ice blue eyes, where have I seen him before?
I am miles away from knowing anyone.
The faceless name in the crowd, yet I feel on display.
wait i am on display.
i could poke fun at myself, flop around like a trout out of water,
that would serve the peering eyes.
but..... i know i wont.
i smile at the thought of that.
i've dabbled with the wounded bird, fought the insanity of self loathing,
and played the hopeless card.
i don't remember a time i wasn't at home in this place, now displaced for many years, i am out of line to the soldiers on guard.
which shadow took my place?
are they staring back at me?
there is a string separate from the pact on my blouse, is it a safe pull?
it might as well be an ink stain, because i will obsess over it.
Ah i wish i had fingernail clippers along, that would eliminate the strand, but then i may not have such uneven fingernails if i fancied a concept as such.
the bell jangles by the door, as if the house lights dim for the main act on stage, every eye moves to the door.
deep breathe, deep breathe, could it be the man i am willed to meet?
he seemed guarded, worry present by the lines on his forehead.
smoothing his suit jacket, he heads towards the counter.
with a nod of his head, a waitress is filling a coffee cup for him.
he stares right through me
doubt fills my mind.
but in a split second his face lights up
he remembers me.
do i get up to greet him?
do i stay seated?
why am i placated into the girl i vowed never to return to?
i gasp for air, my hands sweaty i wipe them quickly.
before i have a chance to stand, he is seated across from me
nervous energy courses through my blood.
he looks right into my eyes
as if he has burned a hole in mine
he smiles
i smile
conversation follows suit
i fall into the comfortable flow of words
he nods
lightly brushes his right hand to touch my fingertips
i feel as if lightning has struck
every sense is alive and wanting more
he tells me i am beautiful
i lose focus for a moment
i am smiling on the inside
i am glowing on the outside
the time tick-tocks off the clock
pitter pat of the my heart
i am bursting with new self confidence
i haven't completely lost myself over the years
every word i want to hear
every feeling i've craved for so long
i am set free
for the first time in a long while
a patron nods in approval
i nod back
ah to feel so certain and wanted again
i am still in love with him
in that instance the room starts spinning
the cafe is laughing at me, you fool they cry
i can't catch my breathe
i can't will to look at him
i may fall to death from foolishness
how naive of me
he looks at me perplexed
then looks to the floor
i want nothing more than the earth to suck me in
i am biting tears back
i stand, focus on the door
he reaches out, i am not steady
i place my hand on his
i cup it in mine
my eyes, my actions gravitate towards his ring
and i am reminded once more i am everyone's pawn
in a game i can't escape.
12 years, 2 months, and 16 days.......but who's counting?
i pick my nails, one is slightly uneven, i tear at it in earnest....
it's now shorter...
do i pick at the rest, or just let it go?
I have ugly aggressive hands... better than some I've shook, and not as bad as my feet.
I hate the swell in my stomach; acid bouncing, on an empty stomach.
coffee burns, but soothes the nerves.
Tori on the Ipod. I am liberated. Old, but young in this cafe.
I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the brown liquid. Who am I kidding? What am I denying?
stupid nails, don't pick at them.
I always wanted a second chance, but why do I get one, when i feel it's too late?
fate!
I shouldn't be here, I should be here.
White horses, blue ribbons, flowers by the door.....
A man in his 60's boldly stares at me. Why? Do i dare wave? A nod is sufficient. I look away.
I hate the cold. I hate the humidity. I suppose I hate myself.
fold, fold, fold over and over, I take the folded napkin and slide it under my wobbly table. Its the only balance I have for today.
That man with the stare, the ice blue eyes, where have I seen him before?
I am miles away from knowing anyone.
The faceless name in the crowd, yet I feel on display.
wait i am on display.
i could poke fun at myself, flop around like a trout out of water,
that would serve the peering eyes.
but..... i know i wont.
i smile at the thought of that.
i've dabbled with the wounded bird, fought the insanity of self loathing,
and played the hopeless card.
i don't remember a time i wasn't at home in this place, now displaced for many years, i am out of line to the soldiers on guard.
which shadow took my place?
are they staring back at me?
there is a string separate from the pact on my blouse, is it a safe pull?
it might as well be an ink stain, because i will obsess over it.
Ah i wish i had fingernail clippers along, that would eliminate the strand, but then i may not have such uneven fingernails if i fancied a concept as such.
the bell jangles by the door, as if the house lights dim for the main act on stage, every eye moves to the door.
deep breathe, deep breathe, could it be the man i am willed to meet?
he seemed guarded, worry present by the lines on his forehead.
smoothing his suit jacket, he heads towards the counter.
with a nod of his head, a waitress is filling a coffee cup for him.
he stares right through me
doubt fills my mind.
but in a split second his face lights up
he remembers me.
do i get up to greet him?
do i stay seated?
why am i placated into the girl i vowed never to return to?
i gasp for air, my hands sweaty i wipe them quickly.
before i have a chance to stand, he is seated across from me
nervous energy courses through my blood.
he looks right into my eyes
as if he has burned a hole in mine
he smiles
i smile
conversation follows suit
i fall into the comfortable flow of words
he nods
lightly brushes his right hand to touch my fingertips
i feel as if lightning has struck
every sense is alive and wanting more
he tells me i am beautiful
i lose focus for a moment
i am smiling on the inside
i am glowing on the outside
the time tick-tocks off the clock
pitter pat of the my heart
i am bursting with new self confidence
i haven't completely lost myself over the years
every word i want to hear
every feeling i've craved for so long
i am set free
for the first time in a long while
a patron nods in approval
i nod back
ah to feel so certain and wanted again
i am still in love with him
in that instance the room starts spinning
the cafe is laughing at me, you fool they cry
i can't catch my breathe
i can't will to look at him
i may fall to death from foolishness
how naive of me
he looks at me perplexed
then looks to the floor
i want nothing more than the earth to suck me in
i am biting tears back
i stand, focus on the door
he reaches out, i am not steady
i place my hand on his
i cup it in mine
my eyes, my actions gravitate towards his ring
and i am reminded once more i am everyone's pawn
in a game i can't escape.
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