So happy it is football season!

The Broncos are looking good guys!!! This season will be exciting!!! I am super exhausted today and don't feel like writing much more but hopefully soon I will have some awesome news so stay tuned!

15 August 2014

My Mother

A force like no other

She carried me close to her heart

And worked so very hard

To bring me a happy life.

She taught me how to fold my clothes,

She braided my unruly hair

And spent many weekends under the stars,

Roasting marshmallows as we camped.

My mother filled many roles,

Nurse, teacher, enforcer, protector

And even father.

Many back breaking nights,

She fulfilled those roles,

Never once putting herself first.

She read us bedtimes stories

And made sure we knew

The importance of an education,

Always wanting more for us than she had.

She reminds me often how I changed her life,

She said I gave her purpose,

I was the meaning she needed.

Soon, she will have a new role

As I grow further into womanhood,

I will give her a gift that no one else can.

She made me who I am today,

I could not be more thankful,

I know I will make a good mother soon,

All because she was my role model from day one.

16 August 2014

Julie's Castle

Julie's uncle inherited a castle in Germany and invited his whole family to live with him once he had all of the rooms finished and fully furnished. Julie could not be more excited! Her uncle's old house was slightly drab and dull but she knew living in a castle would be an exciting adventure for the whole family. After months of waiting, everyone finally took the long trip over to Germany to stay within the castle. From the outside, the castle looked like something straight out of a fairy tale. There was a tall gate with the family's name on it and the gardens spiraled around in lovely designs just inviting Julie to run through them. Everything was a dream until they got inside. The inside was hideous! Julie's uncle had decorated this elegant castle like a modern disaster. There were uninviting modern couches, horrendous modern art and disturbing modern light fixtures. Julie was completely aghast. This was a 14^th century castle that looked like a modern art museum had thrown up inside of it. To Julie, this castle was a disaster.

Mortified, she continued to explore the castle eventually coming upon an old book shelf with old books on it. Finally! Something that didn't look like modern garbage. Julie fingered through the books until she landed on one that said “A Castle's Style”. Intrigued Julie opened it up and saw the most extraordinary furniture fit for a fairy tale castle. Julie held the book up and closed her eyes imagining her room looked like the room laid out on the page. Julie sighed and put the book down. To her surprise, her room looked exactly like the book! She could not believe her eyes! She looked at the book and in fine print the book said, “Never should a castle look anything but regal. If you stumble upon a castle that looks like modern art please hold this book up and dream of something new.” Julie instantly knew what she had to do. She flew from room to room, redecorating and remodeling her family castle. When she reached her uncle's room she handed him the book, gave him a hug and told him to read the page she had read. Enthusiastically, Julie pranced from room to room. She now lived in the greatest fairy tale anyone cold imagine!

Tomorrow is Kristen's Bridal Shower

And I am so excited! I love planning parties and I wish I had been far less busy to plan this one more with her mom and sister-in-law but I will have fun anyway because I am hosting it! With that said I still have more to do so see ya in a couple of days! 

Oh and I have the weirdest dreams as you will see in this post!

13 August 2014

Hologram Zach Morris Invaded My Dream

As my eyes grew heavy and I faded off to sleep I traveled to a place where everything and nothing made sense. I was walking around a house where lots of young people lived. They took me out on the town and each person was given a celebrity date. I was given Henry Cavill as a date and oh was my heart happy! He took me for dinner then we grabbed some frozen yogurt as we walked back to the Real World home we lived in. I was smitten with his adorable smile and his chiseled arms. We talked all night and chuckled through the night. Eventually we got up and went to the award show. So many people were there, crowded closely around a gilded stage. Purple and red lights flashed all about as the camera circled around a smiling Zach Morris hologram dressed in a blue suit. Craig Robinson walked onto the stage and we all cheered for the awards to start. “Hello Zach,” he said, “and the nominees for this category are...” My eyes shot open and the room was dark. Henry Cavill was gone and for a minute I was sad but then I saw the man of my dreams happily sleeping next to me with our black cat laying on his back. My dreams are strange but they are certainly entertaining.

14 August 2014

Dorothy's Shop

Dorothy owned the flower shop on the corner and she was so proud of her little shop. Her grandmother had given it to her since Dorothy was named after her. Dorothy's Floral Boutique was the gem of the town and everyone loved her. One day, as Dorothy arranged the roses and lilies, a new customer came in.

“Your shop is... small. I don't think I will find what I need in here,” he smugly stated as he slightly sniffed the air.

“Um... well... uh, can I help you sir?” Dorothy was so confused. The people in her town were so nice and typically tourists were warm as well.

“Oh I doubt you could help me. You are just far too young and this shop is far too small. I suppose I will take some of these hydrangeas. Please don't wrap them in plastic, I need them wrapped in paper. You should always wrap your flowers in paper.” He was so arrogant that Dorothy couldn't believe this was real at all. Of course she wrapped her flowers in paper! How dare he be so condescending.

Lucky for Dorothy the delivery man was waiting for her signature on all of her flowers he had just delivered. As the arrogant patron continued to berate Dorothy the delivery man got in his van, grabbed the man's bicycle from next to the front door and put it in front of his van. With a smile towards Dorothy, the delivery man ran over the bicycle, backed up and ran it over again then left. As Dorothy watched the man lose his marbles and scream at a police officer who was called to help, she couldn't help but be grateful for being a kind person. The officer never filed charges because the patron was so awful and Dorothy ended up with a paid for bouquet of hydrangeas because the arrogant man forgot them. All was right in the little flower shop on the corner.

My most important post: Remembering an icon and the struggles with depression.

I have spent the last two days deciding what I would say in this specific blog. Ever since hearing about the tragic passing of comedian and icon Robin Williams I have felt compelled to discuss depression and suicide. Before anything is said I have to say how sad I was to hear of Robin Williams passing and how heart broken I was to learn that he was in such a dire state that he took his own life. Usually when a celebrity dies I feel sad for their families but I don't know these people so I don't feel anything more than sadness for their families. I grew up on Robin Williams films. Hook made me believe that growing up was okay so long as you remembered your childhood dreams. Jumanji made me really excited to play board games just in case the game decided to come to life. Aladdin helped me realize that helping people came with great perks of appreciation. Jack made me understand empathy. Robin Williams has done stand up for common folk, famous friends and our beloved troops. He has been a crazy alien, an obsessed photo tech, a Jewish prisoner without a radio, a president in a museum, a man boy, a psychologist, a genie, a father with an RV and, my favorite, a Smoochy hating disgraced kid's show host. He has played every layer an actor could play and he has been an incredible activist for people and animals. He changed his life after having children and was honest about his struggles. He never once made excuses for his mistakes. The saddest part is the fact that he struggled with depression his whole life. He was tortured. He was broken. He hurt so bad he couldn't do life any longer. He was one of my favorites and I am very sad he is no longer around to bring us all joy.

The thing with depression is that it is one of the most misunderstood subjects around. I used to think that suicide was cowardly and it made me so angry whenever anyone tried it or committed it. I think I felt this way because I have contemplated suicide and I attempted suicide once (sorry you have to hear this for the first time on my blog mom). I was about 17 and really struggling. I did not have a very good relationship with my mom, my father was not at all a father, my father was very violent towards my brother and verbally abusive to my mom who had to work all the time to care for us, I was very insecure and frankly I hated everything about myself. My form of self harm was very controlled. I couldn't cut because my mom would see so I would hit myself where my clothes would cover me, I would hit my head on the wall and I would pinch myself on my inner thighs and wrists. One day I read that you could overdose on ibuprofen. We always kept the giant bottles of hundreds of ibuprofen. I knew that that was my escape from this horrible feeling of darkness and self hate so I poured a handful (this is really difficult to write) and just as I put my hand to my mouth I received a text from my Oma. It said, "Goodnight baby, I love you!" I paused for a minute. I had only managed to swallow a few pills and it hit me that I couldn't do this to my family. I thought they would be better off without me but I didn't want them to have to deal with me being dead in our house. I spit out the pills, put them back in the cabinet, vomited and cried myself to sleep. This is the very first time anyone has heard this besides my husband and I believe one or two very close friends. I still deal with depression and I have had dark enough moments to contemplate suicide. It is a daily struggle to stay afloat and my husband has really helped me understand how much of a mistake it would be to end me life.

Now with that said, suicide is not a cowardly thing. Suicide is not selfish. Suicide is horrible and awful and disastrous and that what makes it so sad. People who contemplate suicide go through many feelings. For me, I know my family and friends would be sad if I was gone but I felt as if it would be a relief for them. I wouldn't be a burden anymore and I could just let go of all my pain and anguish I held inside of me. The mentality of someone thinking of killing themselves is not a reasonable one so don't put too much thought into it. They are VERY broken.There is no light to life, there is nothing good left, other's will do better without you and the weight of the world is just far to heavy to carry any longer. I have heard many people say that suicide is a choice and that suicide is not the result of a disease. It actually is. Depression and other forms of mental illness are very much a disease. Maybe you don't get it from touching something or eating something but it is a chemical imbalance that does not go away by willing it. Sometimes medication helps, sometimes psychology helps and sometimes nothing helps. Suicide is nothing that we should judge or be angry about. Instead we should try understanding how miserable the life of a depressed soul is. We should reach out and let people know that we love each other. What keeps me from committing suicide is my constant pursuit of my meaning in life. For some people that is not enough and frankly that is not an excuse to condemn them.

Depression is not a joke. Some of us are REALLY great at hiding our pain. They say the funniest people are the most tortured. I laugh and joke when inside I am hurting the most. Some people drink or do drugs to cope and once they are sober can't cope anymore. My husband lost a friend to suicide. I have had two friends struggle with mental illness, addiction and suicide. I personally stay away from excessive drinking or any drug use because I know how easily I could spiral. At times I feel hopeless. I feel worthless. I feel like I am doing no good being in this world and those are common things that depressed people say to themselves. It is hard to turn those thoughts off and sometimes just damn near impossible. If you are depressed, have an addiction, are self harming or contemplating suicide please, I am begging you, seek help!

You can find help at any of these places:
http://www.suicidepreventionlifeline.org/ 1-800-273-8255
http://www.nami.org/ 1-800-950-6264
http://www.aplaceofhope.com/ 

These sites offer phone numbers for different issues and countries:
https://www.childwelfare.gov/pubs/reslist/tollfree.cfm
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_suicide_crisis_lines

You are not alone. You have support. If you are considering ending your life please seek help. Life is worth living you just have to find help to live it and there is no shame in that. Never be ashamed to ask for help. Call one of the above numbers or check out those sites. If you need someone to talk to please contact me. I will talk to anyone needing help and if you really need help I will personally give you my number. Suicide is tragic and you are not alone. If you do not understand depression, mental illness or suicide please go to the above websites and learn. You may save someone's life.

Thank you everyone for reading this. This was a particularly difficult post for me to write (took me several hours) but I felt it was necessary for everyone to understand the struggle people face in this cruel world. Don't be fooled by a happy face and a joke, there is often a lot of pain behind that smile. R.I.P. Robin Williams. I pray your family finds peace and I pray you have too.

11 August 2014

What is Happiness?

Happiness is inside of us all,

Waiting to be broken from it's heavy cage.

We want for it,

We need for it,

But we never look inside

And seek it.

Happiness is not an end goal

It is a pursuit in our lives.

Happiness is a baby's smile,

The warm sun on a Saturday,

A lover's kiss,

The memory of a joyous day,

Happiness is a glow we all wish to attain

But we don't really need to wish,

It lives deep within us

We just often forget.

Feel the warmth deep in your belly,

Connect with your soul

And feel the happiness

You always held locked within.

12 August 2014

Sometimes the Sun Can't Shine Bright Enough

The orchid in the window felt like the outside world was a beautiful place. The sun was always shining and the birds were always chirping but the orchid was not happy. No one appreciated her beautiful purple and white petals and deep green leaves. The orchid tried so hard to reach for the light and show off how grand it could be but no one ever noticed. That is when the orchid noticed that the sun did not shine directly on her. She never could truly feel the warm embrace of the sun. Eventually, after receiving no love and no sun, the orchid gave up and slowly wilted into nothing. Each little flowering bud fell off until the orchid was nothing but a hopeless stick. Unappreciated and unloved, the sad orchid settled down into the garbage bin for a final goodbye from the sun she so longed for.

I keep looking for happiness.

Everyday I think to myself, "what would make me happy?" I plan the next hour, day, week, month and year and I have found that all of that is for nothing because I do not live for now. I should stop trying to find what makes life worth living and just realize that I am living the life worth living. I have a family that loves me and supports me through everything. Sometimes we fight and make each other angry but at the end of the day we love each other. I have a new set of family thanks to being married and they are a wonderful addition to my life. I have a set of friends (Nikki L., Nakita, Robbi, Chrissy, Kristen and Krysta) who have all helped me find myself and understand who I am and it is really awesome that a few of these people look up to me! Last but not least I have my husband who has made my life the brightest it has ever been. He has made me a better person and given me reason to be. Life is wonderful and I am on a new path of living my life to the fullest.

With all of that said, our trip to Lake McConaughy was so much fun. It started out awful, we got VERY stuck in the sand and an old farmer tow guy had to pull us out but we set up camp after a big storm and had a great night sleep. The next day we got to take out the jet ski and boy was that fun! The dogs got to swim and by the end of Sunday we were all worn out! Here are some pictures.

Buddy sleeps in the weirdest positions.

We are stuck in the sand.

This is the old farmer tow guy that saved us and his tractor.

The most romantic tractor ride in history.

His front is laying down but his back legs are up.

You can't see it too well here but Jack is on the back of the jet ski. He loved it!

Scott posing

Colorado sunsets are the best!

9 August 2014

The Beagle Out Back

The beagle out back barks and barks, begging to be let in as the summer day wares on. The day is not particularly hot but his friends are all inside and he wanted to join him. He barked his way into annoying everyone in the neighborhood including the magical fairy that lived in the rose bush. The magical fairy had a severe headache this day and did not have patience for the barking beagle. So the fairy fluttered over to the beagle and asked, “Mr. Beagle, why do you insist on barking even though your people are ignoring you?”

“I WANT IN! I WANT IN!” barked the beagle.

“Fine!” huffed the fairy and with that she shot fairy dust at the beagle's throat, ceasing his barking right then and there.

The silence was beautiful and the fairy went about her business in peace. After a while she went back to the beagle to check on him.

“Now Mr. Beagle, are you done being obnoxious?” the beagle shook his head in agreement, “good, you may have your voice back and I will make your people let you in.” the fairy shot fairy dust back at the beagle's throat then shot fairy dust at his owner, causing her to let the beagle in. All was well in the neighborhood.

10 August 2014

King Scott and the Evil Sand Trapper

King Scott was on a mission to slay the evil sand trapper but he was in over his head. He had a family to protect and the evil sand trapper was putting all of them in danger. King Scott had his trusty sword and with the help of his charming brother-in-law, Christian the Knight, they built a great wooden bridge to help King Scott's beautiful queen and her hounds to safety. The bridge was unstable and very long but King Scott carried Queen Javaneh to the bridge and told Christian the Knight to go across with her. Slowly the group crossed the dangerous bridge as King Scott waged war on the evil sand trapper. The battle was fierce, King Scott was blasted with sand but pure goodness prevailed and King Scott took the final blow to slay the beast. Rushing over the bridge, King Scott reunited with his family. Everyone cheered and praised the glorious King Scott for saving the day!

Going camping!!!!

Today we are heading off to go camping and jet skiing at Lake McConaughy! We are just going for one night and taking the dogs but it'll still be fun! Nakita and my mom will be keeping an eye on the house for us. I will post pictures and what not on Monday! Bye (again) Colorado!

7 August 2014

The Super BFF's

Five friends all sat around a table discussing what life had brought to them. They were all grown up with varying lives but today they took just a couple hours to catch up. As Javaneh, Nikki, Nakita, Robbi and Krysta sat and gossiped, a fierce storm was brewing outside. The women stood up to say there goodbyes but the world had other plans. A flash of white filled the room and lightening struck the center of the table, zapping all five of them. Smoke filled the air but all was very quiet.

“Oh my god! My head hurts so bad! Ugh that smell!” complained Nikki, “Guys can you smell how strong that smoke is? Guys?”

No one was responding to Nikki and she could not get over the strong smell of everyone being singed so she walked over to Javaneh and shook her. Suddenly Javaneh disappeared as everyone else roused awake.

“WHAT THE FUCK! Jav! Where did you go? What the hell I can still smell you where are you?!” screamed Nikki as she tore through Javaneh's clothes. Javaneh wasn't there, only a little bug remained.

“Nikki calm down, what happened?” said Robbi.

That was a good question. The friends just stared at each other with no words. There was a burn mark on the table but the windows were broken out and no one was hurt. Suddenly, in the stunned silence, Javaneh appeared completely naked.

“Nicole Marie LeVasseur you took my clothes!” yelled Javaneh.

“Where the hell did you go?!” Nikki yelled back.

“Wait, wait, wait! We need to just stop for a moment and figure out what is going on. What exactly is going on?” said Nakita.

“Hey where did Krysta go?” asked the now clothed Javaneh.

“She is back there,” responded Nikki.

“OH MY GOD! I CAN TELEPORT!” shouted an excited Krysta, “Wait how did you know I was back here Nikki?”

“Dude I can smell everything right now like it is sitting right in front of me and each smell is sending images to my head. Like right now I can smell that bird out side the window and the worm in its mouth. Hey why isn't that bird moving?” Everyone looked out the window and noticed that the outside was frozen in time.

“Okay, obviously something weird is happening. Who stopped time?” inquired Nikki.

“Um I think I did,” said Nakita, “I was the only one that said wait, so go?...” the world went back into motion.

“You can stop time!” they all yelled and then laughed.

“Okay so I can stop time, Krysta can teleport, Nikki has super smell, Javaneh and Robbi what can you do?” as Nakita asked that she noticed a little yellow finch in front of her and smiled, “I think we figured out what Javaneh can do!”

“I can turn into animals!”

“Of course you can,” grunted Robbi, “You guys all can do cool stuff and I can't do anything.”

“Uh, yeah you can. Maybe stop floating and you would see that,” smiled Nikki.

“This is awesome but we really need to go to an open field or something where there aren't other people and play with whatever this lightening did to us,” as Javaneh said that Krysta forced everyone into a big hug and with a flash they were standing in the greenest field anyone had ever seen.

“Haha it worked! I thought it would be nice to practice in Ireland so I took us there!”

None of them knew what had changed in them but certainly something had. Robbi soared high above everyone, flying like she had been born to do it. Javaneh shifted into every land animal she could think of. Nikki practiced honing her smelling skills by sniffing flowers and plants with her eyes closed as well as alerting them if anyone was near. Nakita practiced stopping time and Krysta teleported all over the field.

“I need to be in an ocean! I could be a dolphin!” Javaneh excitedly yelled.

“Okay let's go!” Krysta grabbed them all and took them straight into the ocean where they all were dolphins. After swimming for a few minutes they all went to shore and shifted back into people.

“I think we can share powers! Robbi make us fly!”

The friends spent the next several hours sharing powers and learning how to control what they do that is when Javaneh had a bright idea.

“Hey Nakita, you can control time... can you take us back in time?”

“Maybe where do you want to go?”

Everyone smiled and held hands.

8 August 2014

A Poem About My Husband

You are my shining star,

My rocket into space,

You touch my heart,

Each time we embrace.

I love your face,

Your hair, cheeks and nose,

I love everything about you,

All the way down to your toes.

Your soul is pure

And your heart is gold,

From our very first date,

I was sold.

Here's a kiss to my love,

These are my painted words to you.

I feel so ugh...

Not feeling so hot the past couple days. My stomach is upset, I am a little lightheaded and I am so fatigued. I am just so lethargic and don't feel like writing more so I will post again on Saturday before we go camping. Wish me luck.

5 August 2014

I Had A Dream

I closed my eyes and fell asleep. After the sandman sprinkled sleep into my eyes I had a dozen dreams all meshed up into one. I rode my bike swiftly out of my garage and quickly up a mountain. I pushed and pushed until my legs were on fire. With a blaze growing up my body I reached the top and jumped with my arms spread wide. The fire broke and turned into wings. Glorious white wings that took me soaring high into the sky. I dipped in and out of clouds, racing the sun to the starry night. Twinkling like angel kisses off the ocean below me, the stars beckoned me to take a dive in the calm waves. I fluttered my wings and held them close to my body. I struck the water like a hot blade through butter. As I slid slower through the water, my wings morphed into a tail and dolphins met me at my side. We sped through the dark sea with only the moon as the guide passing jellyfish and all the beasts in Poseidon's waters. We finally broke through the water with such grace and excitement that our bodies shook with joy. I swam towards the shore where white, glittering sands and feathering palm trees invited me to come. My legs returned and I walked along the smooth beach without a care in the world. I heard a voice that called out behind me it asked me who I am. It was a question I tried to answer but I could not find the words. The voice asked me what I truly wanted in life and the world began to spin around me. Everything was becoming one and I shuddered with fear. I swirled around my changing perspective until all came to a silent calm. The voice was behind me once again and told me to go after what I wanted in life and to stop being so afraid so I ran. I ran in the silent calm until I could no longer breath. With a quick shake I woke up still panting from my flight. I woke up from that dream inspired to fully live my life.

6 August 2014

The Bug

A little girl came home from school sick and was very sad. She loved school and her friends but her tummy was very unhappy. She sat in the car for the ride home and was thinking about what the school nurse had said.

“You must have the bug that everyone is getting.”

A bug? She did not eat any bugs. She had not touched any bugs. She didn't see anyone else with bugs. Where had this bug come from that she somehow caught? Her stomach was so upset so she must have eaten it, now this bug was traveling in her belly. She decided the bug must be in a speed boat just cruising around making her tummy have waves of aches. She did not know what to do.

“Mommy, why is there a bug in me?” she inquired.

“That's what happens when you are sick honey,”

“How do I make it go away?”

“Well you have to go home and rest and drink so juice.”

The little girl was very interested in this. She wondered what the juice and rest would do to make the bug go away. The juice would probably rain down and make the speed boat stop working so she gladly drank her yummy orange juice. Next she began to rest. She assumed that the rest would make the bug so bored it would just go away. Eventually, the little girl fell asleep as she was thinking about the bug being bored. The next morning she woke up and the little girl felt so much better.

“Mommy! Did my bug go away?”

“It looks that way,” smiled her mommy as she helped the little girl get dressed.

The little girl was amazed at this discovery. She went to school and told all her friends about the tale of the bug that no longer lived in her tummy.

I got to babysit Wes today

No not Wes Welker but I wish! I got my mom's not so much a puppy today (he is huge and only 9 months old). He has grown up so much! He actually lets me pet him without getting so excited he can't handle life and he doesn't stand outside and bark to get attention. He is a good boy now and I love having him. Today was really funny. I heard the dogs barking at nothing this morning. There wasn't another dog or anything I could hear so I went outside to investigate. The dogs were fine but this is what I saw:

Somehow Wes turned on the hose. He must have tripped it when trying to play with my dogs. He really didn't like it at all and I think they barked because it scared them when it turned on. Such a goofy dog! 

Well anyway! That is all for now! Thank you everyone who cared enough to wish Scott a happy birthday and those who came and saw him. We love you all!

3 August 2014

S is for Scott

Little toe head Scott really enjoyed getting presents. He loved tearing into the paper and getting every toy he could dream of. Scott recently learned how to spell his name, well at least he learned his name started with an S. Christmas was fast approaching and Scott's parents put all of the presents under the tree. The night before Christmas little Scott wandered under the tree and saw that there were S's on all of the presents! He decided that he must open them up because they were obviously his. The next morning Scott's parents woke up and saw all the presents open. They asked Scott why he opened them and he said, “Because they had my S on them.” Everyone laughed very hard at this because sweet little Scott did not know the S's were for Merry Christmas and Seasons Greetings not Scott. From that day forward he would never live down the day he opened everyone's presents for Christmas.

4 August 2014

I Sat Down To Watch the News

I sat down to watch the news and all that I saw was nothing but fear and hate. They report without all the facts and scare all the viewers while sitting pretty behind a camera. Someone was shot, an officer was killed, an earthquake hit a third world village, there is a new disease, our children are going missing, what else could we see? It's depressing and infuriating, I feel so hopeless. My children won't have the same childhood I did, not with the way the news forces the world to change. Children can't wander and explore without their parents getting in trouble and we villainize all things small. So the question is, why do we give the uninformed news so much power? We do this because we feel like we need someone to tell us what is going on. So turn off the tube, leave your phone at home and explore the world we have been taught to fear. You never know, you may find a terrifying, fluttering butterfly or an evil, pink flower along the way. Take away the power from the news that tells you how to go about your day and take your kids out to just run and play.

Happy birthday to my awesome husband!

Today my husband turns 34! See:

Also August 1st was Colorado's birthday! 

I would write more but I wanna hang out with him :)

1 August 2014

A Day In Colorado

What does a day in Colorado consist of? Well that depends of when and where you are in the state. Let's start with winter. The air has a bitter chill and a little sprinkle of white fluffy snow dusts the ground. In the city, the snow is mushy and cold. It has a layer of black on it and seems to never melt. Outside of the city, Colorado looks like a winter wonderland. The trees are sparkling white. They glitter as the sun shines around them and they perfectly decorate the snowy peaks that form after someone shovels their sidewalk. Children wear mittens and everyone is bundled up with cherry pink cheeks and noses. Following winter is the ever glorious spring. We see fresh life and baby birds can be heard chirping. Green sprouts are busting through the dead yellow grass leftover from winter. Overnight, the scene is dotted with every color from the rainbow as tulips, roses and columbines begin to bloom. Kites begin to soar and laughter from children fills the air. This leads to summer, hot, dry summer. The day begins hot and gets hotter as the sun slowly cruises through the sky. There is no relief without a fan or A/C and pools are packed to the brim. Many evenings we get to view one of Colorado's most spectacular sights, a thunderstorm rolls in just as the day gets too hot. With lightening flashing and torrential downpours, a beautifully frightful storm erupts around us. This brings us to fall. We begin to get some sweet relief from the hot summer. The days cool as the leaves turn vibrant red and orange. The life of plants begins to fade into a fiery red scene of fallen leaves. School is beginning again and people start to pull out their sweaters. Halloween and Thanksgiving give us something to look forward to as we round out the last of our nice days. Colorado has the prettiest skies in pink, purple, blue and orange and our mountains always seem to be capped with snow. Our people here are very kind and we certainly do love our beer. Nothing beats a day in the sunshine state especially with our ski resorts, peaches and sand dunes. I love you Colorado.

2 August 2014

Buddy Diaries: Getting Older

My people had me fixed many months ago and I no longer have a zest for life. I feel I have entered into my middle ages. I have begun to grow white hairs on my whole face and I love to sleep. I have also begun to grow a gut. Before I was so very fit but now I am getting a little fluffy. I really should get more exercise but it is really just too hot out to be running around my yard. The heat is scorching and I feel like I will just melt out of my fur. My people recently learned that I do not like the vacuum. They follow me around with it and make me growl at it. It sounds so loud and angry and I am pretty sure it will suck me up. It is still so hot so I will go eat Sage's food and go back to sleep. Until next time.

A shout out to my friends and family.

When I started this project I did it mostly for me. I wanted to write, write, write and get everything out of my head. I have been told I have a knack for telling stories and I figured forcing myself to write everyday would be a good way to expand my writing. I have to give all of the credit to my friends and family for supporting me because I now have something I truly love. I have one request. If you read all my stories please tell me. (Also if I have a spelling/grammar mistake too because I don't always have time to edit my stories.) When I publish my stories I would like to give printed credit to my devoted followers. I know a few who read my stories (Grandma Janis, Kelley Hunt and Grandpa Al) but I would like to know who reads and what you all think. Thank you everyone for supporting me and helping me create an even deeper love for writing.

30 July 2014

The Necklace

When her mother died, Alice wasn't sure how she would get through it. Her mother was her everything. Her father had passed in the war before she was born so it had always been just Alice and her mother. After her mother was laid to rest, she would visit the grave at least once a week to bring new flowers and be close to her mother. One day, as she approached the grave, she noticed a necklace sitting on top of the tombstone. It was a half heart from a best friends charm. Alice had seen this necklace in her mother's jewelry box but is said “Best” on it whereas this half said “Friends”. She looked around and couldn't see anyone who may have left it. She touched the necklace and went on with her routine at her mother's grave. Several hours went by when Alice noticed a woman walking slowly towards her and assumed she was a visitor of another grave so she looked away for the woman's privacy.

“Alice?” asked the woman. Alice was a little shocked. The woman knew her name but she had never seen this woman before.

“Yes, I am Alice. How can I help you?” Alice responded.

“I am so happy to finally be able to meet you as an adult. I grew up across the street from your mother when we were very little girls. We were inseparable for so any years. I was at her house when she found out about you and when she was told about your father. When you were about four I had to move to Europe where my parents were because my mother fell ill. I was never able to come back because I had developed a life and family there but when I heard about my best friend dying I decided it was time to come home,” replied the woman.

“Thank you so much for visiting. May I ask who you are?”

“Oh I am so sorry dear! I should have started off with that. My name is Alice also,” smiled the woman.

“You're Alice?! You're my mother's Alice?” Alice was in shock. She had grown up on stories of her mother's life with her best friend, her namesake, Alice. She felt like she knew her even though she has no memory of her, “My mother talked about you all the time! I can't believe you're here.”

The two women spent the evening talking about the woman that brought them together. They talked about the good and the bad. They talked until it was time for the graveyard to close.

“I want you to have this necklace,” said the older Alice, “your mother was the closest person to me and I am so heartbroken she is gone.”

“Thank you,” was all the younger Alice could say. She would never forget meeting the familiar stranger who helped her through her loss.

31 July 2014

My Heart

It sits deep within my chest

But is that its only home?

My heart lies outside of me

In the form of others.

My pamplemousse,

Who made my empty heart feel whole.

My Pookie who inspires me daily

And is making me an auntie!

My Boobi who is very good

At dealing with my bad side.

My Super Ninja who makes me laugh

And makes me feel like a good grown up.

I have these people who share my life,

They bring happiness and joy,

Even sharing a few tears.

Life is so much easier

Knowing my heart is safe and loved,

Inside and out.