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Vernette June 4, 2013

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VERNETTE!

My friends call me Verns, Vern…and the ever popular Vee. The one I miss the most is the version my mother used: Vernaville. Boy she loved a “sweet name” for us.

My namesake was a highschool friend of one of my aunts and my mother always liked the name. The runner-up was Tanya. I used to look at myself in the mirror growing up and wondered about being a Tanya. It rolled off the tongue quite nicely….so nicely that it was the “fake” name I gave out to guys I didn’t care to know beyond the introduction. But fake names aside, I always came back to the thought that if I had to choose any name, I would always choose Vernette.

It’s uncommon. It’s rare. It means bearer of victory. See…it’s anything but ordinary…just like me.

So…there you have it. I really enjoyed today’s writing prompt. Please click on this link to read some really cool entries.

Vernette April 22, 2013

Not broken…just bent

My EARWORM these days is P!nk’s collab with Nate Ruess – Just Give Me a Reason.

From the opening lines…P!nk is speaking to me…

“Right from the start
You were a thief
You stole my heart
And I’m your willing victim…”

Only I don’t think my heart was stolen…I gave it away willingly. But like this song’s theme…my love life’s loop is that there is always some breakdown in communication.

But there is hope and my absolute favourite line is:

“It’s been written in the scars on our hearts
That we’re not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again”

…cuz no matter how your love story ends, how scarred you may be…you can always love again. And when this song is turned up loud…I can shout the lyrics as loud as I want and it still sounds great. True Story!

Vernette March 30, 2013

Auntie Up: Tears of joy!

I don’t know why this post didn’t shoot off when it was supposed to, but this is my entry for the Daily Prompt: Tears of Joy

I am a crier.

I cry for lots of things. If it’s the right time of the month, I will cry over an advertisement on TV even.

However, the only people who know this are those closest to me…and well now those of you reading this.

I have been called a bitch…the more politically correct among those who speak about me without truly knowing me would say I’m unapproachable or intimidating.

That said, I admit it: I have a hard exterior or rather I give the impression that I have a hard exterior.

I also have a very soft underbelly.

So imagine, the last day of the 2012, I’m already thinking about the promise of the New Year and my phone rings. It’s my brother.

Maurice: You’re going to be an Auntie next year.
Me: What??? *drops phone* *struggle ensues* *finally gets phone in hand*
Me: WHAT???
Maurice: Yea, we just came from the Doctor’s office and you’re going to be an Auntie next year.
Me: Oh my gosh *immediately starts blubbering* I’m so happy. I’m so happy for you. WOW!

These were my first truly happy tears.

When he told me they heard the heartbeat folks, the rush of love I felt for that little heartbeat is unlike any love I’ve felt before. I cannot wait to meet my little nephew (*fingers crossed* this will be confirmed next week and
I’ll say this here, my brother has been calling the bump “Cupcake” and I take umbrage on behalf of my unborn nephew.)

When I think about him even now…I get a lump in my throat for the blessing of his presence. He is truly a gift and one I will cherish. I have three godsons, I love them all. But this love I feel…oh my word! Makes me think about my own future son and I understand a little bit now the commitment of unconditional love. It just is. Imagine the rainstorm when I finally meet him…

When my nephew reads this someday, I want him to know that even before I knew him…I loved him.

It was the absolute best way to end 2012 and the perfect start to 2013.