My life is an unfinished canvas
to which strokes of color
are added each day.
Each bold stroke
a vivid reminder of
who I am
and
where I’ve been.
Each fragmented paint splatter
a possibility of
where I’m heading next.
From Cruella, With Love
About Me
- Cruella
- Omaha, Nebraska, United States
- I'm a wife, a mom, a Mimi, a sister, a daughter, an aunt, a friend, a Ya Ya, and a Pipette! I'm a lover of coffee, books, music, & Husker football. Chocolate is my weakness, the beach is my favorite place to relax & writing allows me to put my emotions/imagination on paper. I'm an Okie who became a die-hard Husker girl - Oklahoma born & bred but I bleed Nebraska Red.
Live simply
Love generously
Care deeply
Speak kindly
Monday, July 30, 2012
~ An Unfinished Canvas
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
~ Summer (a poem)
warm sand between my toes
waves crashing against the beach
bright umbrellas for miles and miles
tanned bodies glistening in the sunshine
the squeals of a child as the cold water rushes over her toes
the happy bark of a dog chasing after a Frisbee
seagulls squawking overhead as they dive for lunch
hard-body lifeguards keeping watch from the towers
the sun setting low in brilliant colors of orange, red, and yellow
bonfires, hotdogs, and roasted marshmallows
couples swaying to the sound of a distant guitar
walking hand in hand along the waters edge
the sights
the sounds
the smells
the colors
of
summer.
July 2012
Saturday, June 30, 2012
~ Here's To You, Mom
Earlier today, I found myself wandering around an antiques store with my rockstar. I'm always on the hunt for old books and next thing I knew, I came across these. In the middle of an antiques mall, I’m suddenly 8 years old again, being bathed in the memories of my childhood. There I was, with Nan, Bert, and Flossie in my hands, tears streaming down my face, looking around to make sure no one was near. Crying. In public, no less. Why, you ask?
My mom. She bought me my first Bobbsey Twins books, and it's because of my mom and her strong influence that I have such a love for books, and for reading. It's because of my mom that I was reading at such an early age. And, thanks to my mom, I am a book whore, lol.
It makes me sad when people tell me they don't read. Either they don’t have time or they just don’t like to sit and read, it makes me sad. Maybe it's because I was raised to appreciate books and music. My dad was in the radio broadcasting business and music was as much a part of my life as books were. To this day, I don't go anywhere without whatever current book I'm reading, and my iPod. To me, a book is like an extra appendage and music is a part of my soul.
I felt pretty foolish standing in an antiques store crying because of some memories that a book brought back. Truth be told, the little girl in me still misses her mom. At the end of the day, the little girl in me still needs to hear my mom tell me everything will work out the way it's supposed to. At the end of the day, I just want my mom.
Today would have been my mom's 80th birthday. Because of cancer, she's not here to celebrate an age that should have been a milestone for her. In honor of my mom, I'll be skipping my coffee in the morning. Instead, I'll be drinking English tea with just a ‘spot’ of milk and some sugar. Because that's how I roll with my tea.
I'll drink tea, have a scone, and read the Bobbsey Twins.
Happy Birthday, Mom - here's to you . . .
Thursday, June 28, 2012
~ Summer Memories
When I was a kid, Summer meant:
water gun fights
slip 'n slides
peanut butter and grape jelly sandwiches
a never ending supply of grape kool-aid
my mom's chocolate chip cookies, warm right out of the oven
Prell shampoo (my aunt Joyce used to wash my hair in her kitchen sink)
my aunt Joyce’s hush puppies
a houseful of neighborhood kids
all day spent at the pool
baby oil & iodine
popsicles
kick-the-can
hula-hoops
playing jacks on the front porch
coming home when the street lights came on
summer bible school with our next door neighbors
Coke & Cherry slurpees from 7-11
relatives visiting from England
crushes on the lifeguard at the neighborhood pool
drinking out of the garden hose
dancing around my bedroom to Donny Osmond
family vacations
weekly trips to the library
McDonald’s being a special treat
leaving the house in the morning, and only coming home for lunch and dinner
bike rides to the nearest Braum's for ice cream
my mom’s peach cobbler
God, I miss summer . . .