A ladybug on my windshield.
A ladybug was on my windshield when I left work today
she clung to the glass as I pulled away
After a few blocks
she gingerly moved a few millimeters
By the time I got home
she was swiftly moving toward the edge of the windshield
Then she scurried to the wiper
and rested underneath
protecting herself
from the frequent Nebraska wind
Written on 31 October 2015
Tabitha insisted she knew the best spot in all of New York to pick blueberries. It was a beautiful summer day. The sun was shining just enough to warm your face, but not enough to sweat while basking in its glow, so we thought, let’s go and see this magical blueberry land. While my family picked other fruits on farms in the Hudson Valley, we never picked blueberries. We always got them from the stores or farms in plastic or moulded pulp punnets.
Blueberries in a moulded pulp punnet.
My husband, Paul, and I joined Tabitha in her car as she drove away from her home in Rock Hill and deep into the back country of upstate New York. Twenty minutes later, we turned onto a dirt road lined with overarching oak trees, their leaves swaying with a gentle breeze. Tabitha parked in between two young ash trees at the edge of the woods.
We walked about fifty yards into the woods on a one person wide, grass-trodden trail to an open area with few trees. Tabitha wasn’t the only one who knew about this place. Wild blueberry bushes were everywhere. As we each staked out a spot to pick berries, we discussed the best way to make jams and jellies and grabbing handfuls to eat just as they were. But I wanted my grandma to make blueberry pancakes.
Morning at the Scotts Bluff National Monument.
I’m tired of life’s interactions. I’m tired of the ruts. I’m tired of the expectations. I’m tired of wanting to do more, but mentally, cannot.
I’m tired and not because my iron levels will never be higher than the low end of normal. I’m not suicidal. I’m not depressed. But I am tired of the every day.
I’ve been working full-time since before I was a teenager. Doing what was expected of me, regardless of whether I felt it was fair.
I’m tired of never feeling like I fit in. I’m tired of worrying what will happen when I do.
I’m tired being on a budget. I’m tired from being tired and missing out while struggling to keep my head above the waters of doubt, rejection and negativity.
The week has been a stressful one with the passing of a beloved teacher.
A redditor made me laugh by calling Gov. Pete Ricketts names.
It just intrigues me that there’s a “Nebraskans for the Death Penalty Group”, and Ricketts is giving shit loads of money to it.
“I’ve got 200k burning a hole in my pocket. Should I donate to the Sienna Francis House? No. People’s City Mission? Doctors w/o Borders? No. Ooh, this group’s stance is killing people. I can get behind that.” Fucking dollar store Lex Luthor.
Last month, I wrote an article about our local Amur tigers and how they have been selected to be a part of a breeding program to help with their survival. It was also International Tiger Day.
Nika strolls through the special enrichment she received as part of the 2015 International Tiger Day celebrations at the Riverside Discovery Center in Scottsbluff.
Lana takes a break from her enrichment during the celebratoin of International Tiger Day at the Riverside Discovery Center in Scottsbluff.
I could sleep all day
every day
lie down on the couch
in a fetal position
ignoring the world
I could waste away
And I could lie, tell you I’m fine
and I do, most days
because you can’t begin to understand
the battle in my brain
the rage within
the despair around
And you can’t understand anything
to be alone
to be in a crowd alone
to be me
just to be
it’s anything but
what you’d expect
And I could sleep the day away
every day
waste away in my mind
watch the paint dry
the grass grow
the blinking lights of a picture show
and sleep the day away
When I was a child, my mother always tried to ensure we had healthy foods to eat. Breakfast usually consisted of oatmeal or cereals, such as Cheerios, Grape Nuts, Raisin Bran and the like. Every now and then, Mom had a coupon for sugary cereals that we could have as a treat. My sister, Lori, and I could only eat those once the opened box of more healthy cereal was empty.
The following is a list of most of the movies I saw in 2014. I don’t do movie reviews well. Don’t expect much and you won’t be disappointed.
What’s not to like about Godzilla? I liked it. Then again, I like watching giant creatures destroy the world. I don’t need convoluted plot lines for that.
One day last week, I replied to a question at work and said a coworker had gone to get some coffee. Another coworker chuckled and asked me, “Did you just say ‘caw-fee’”? I did. Having spent roughly half my life in New York and the other half living in other states, I’ve lost most of what would be considered a New York accent. It usually only slips out when I’m angry. It’s rarely heard by anyone these days, but I suppose, to some extent, it will always be there.
Though I no longer live in New York, there are still several things anger me when people get them incorrect. It’s similar to what people from the South have to endure when it’s assumed they’re all related and married to their sisters or Nebraskans are all redneck cowboys chewing tobacco and worship the Huskers.
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