Purple and Red

Purple and Red

The wings flap in the wind
with colors of red
encircled by purple. As a creature
of beauty, her purpose
is to fly through life
making every person and creature
around her happy and amazed. She
wound up here
uniquely made into something
that others
look forward to seeing.

She started out as an unwanted
creature and as many
don’t want to see. As a creature
marked by many to just stay away.

She made herself a home
in which many see as a cocoon.
She keeps herself
from the world
around her until a day
where she no longer wants to be
sheltered. Making her way out
under others eyes
they see she has changed.

Change is beautifully colorful. These colors
she does not want. It is not her.
Given no choice
to choose who she ends up being, she
soars through the air
with her mind
at ease. Flying, with the wind
keeping her strong.
She no longer cares about her colors
and what she is made of. Purple
and red no longer are a concern.

The buzzing...

The buzzing, the flapping, the humming and the zipping are not my friend.
I'm tired of looking like a scared school girl as I scream and flail my hands everytime I walk outside.

Stupid Spring and it's insects...

Burgeon Stage

I'm not a big fan of rain. Never have been and probably never will be. However, I am able to find the silver lining in almost anything and I DO believe I have found some in this case.

One of my favorite things about Spring is the stage where you look at the trees and some of them are still bare, while others are starting to sprout green. This is what I call the Burgeon Stage. I live in the country, so I see it all the time during that particular time of the season. It's a beautiful sight and I enjoy it even more than seeing the end result.

Burgeon Stage
I took this photo last year at this time. Love it!

 

 

I can't really explain why it's my favorite...it just is.

SO, the Burgeon Stage is my silver lining of rain. One morning you wake up after it has rained for a day straight and you see splotches of green throughout a wooded area.

Makes me smile.:)

Fail

Found some grape Bubblicious in my purse...Score!

...The fact that it was old and I didn't realize it before placing it in my mouth...Fail.

:(

Time flies

Seven years...SEVEN YEARS...

That's what I kept thinking as I sat having lunch with my nephew and niece today.

March 15, 2012
(Me, Cole, Grandma, Katie, Dad)

They turned seven years old. What a great seven years it has been too.

I remember when they were born. I was living in Springfield while I went to college and I drove up to Columbia when I heard they would be coming into the world. They were so small...

Me and Cole

Me and Katie

 Then from there on it's all just a blur, really. They grew fast...

2005

And were full of smiles...

2009

Christmas 2011

 ...even cheesy ones...

Christmas 2010

Summer 2011

I have found myself as a happy and blessed aunt.:) I can't wait to see them grow even more into the man and woman of God they are meant to be.

Happy birthday Cole and Katie! I love both of you SO very much.

2011 (6th birthday)

PJ Harvey Turns 4 years old

My PJ Harvey turned four today. He's getting so big! So I decided to reminisce a little. Below is a little storyline of PJ Harvey's life so far. Enjoy!

PJ Harvey was adopted at 3 months old. He was a smiley little guy and looked so small in the front seat.

 

I remember him being so clumsy that first day. He even fell in a mud puddle, which sadly enough I did not get a picture of.:(

He grew fast, which of course you don't notice until four years have flown by. He grew into a charming little pup.

 

He learned how to claim certain areas as his own - no matter how much room he might take up...

...or who he might kick you out of the front seat (which he still stubbornly refused to give up)...

Between the second and third year, his boyish charm slowly changed to more of a roguishly handsome charm. He now gives a very serious look, which you will probably see from this point on in the timeline.

 One of our first Christmas cards he decided to show off for the camera as he howled while the picture was being taken.

He thinks he is a stud.

 Speaking of stud, over time he found himself to be quite the sportsdog. His first catches were ground squirrels at Duncan Park.

From then on he was addicted...making sure to check for ground squirrels every chance he got.

Silly dog. He loves the snow so much. I wish I could share a picture of him holding his tennis ball (which was covered in snow, making it look like a snowball in his mouth). That picture was too small to share, though. However, here are a couple of other ones.:)

He enjoys laying by the fire, so I chose that as another spot for a Christmas card photo...

As many know, PJ Harvey has never been too good at meeting new people. He is a little protective or what others might call "vicious". Whatever...I don't know how you can call this precious guy vicious.

Matty!

Anyway, PJ Harvey met someone he has grown to like. Meaning someone he doesn't plan to viciously attack anytime soon...

PJ has found that laying on Matty was very comfortable...

 

...and he puts up with him, even when he makes him put on silly hats and clothes.

 

Poor PJ...

I'm glad that I've had my PJ Harvey over the past four years. He brings so many smiles to my face.

 

Him trying to fit into the front seat NOW makes me laugh. It's crazy how big he's grown...

 

Happy Birthday to my PJ Harvey! 4 human years and 28 doggy years...and still SO handsome.

Picture taken: March 9, 2012

Columbian

Haze rises from the auburn colored liquid,
filled with the smell of warmth
and vanilla. White whip
coats, giving the impression
that it is a knoll of snow.
The contents fill a ceramic
perimeter with the designs
of bagels and french cafes.
My mouth slowly takes in the sweetness
and I am rejuvenated.

Please stay a little longer...

Dear Winter 2011-2012,

Not that you really came in the first place, but I'd rather you not leave. At all.
Your 60-degree days and your sunny skies have worn out their welcome. Days like those now disgust me.
PJ Harvey doesn't seem to care either way...

...He can stick his head in the ground whether it's snow or just a pile of leaves.


Oh, and your tease of snow comes in the form of a hail storm?

SERIOUSLY?!?!?!?!

So, if you possibly could...please just stay a little longer.
However, on the off chance that you decide to leave, could you please come back next year stronger than ever? ☺ That would REALLY make everyone here extremely happy. Yes, that last sentence was dripping with sarcasm. But I will be extremely happy and really, I am the one that matters.

With a pleasant smile,
Your snow-loving fan