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Miscellaneous

It’s a good life

Yesterday after work, I packed up my bags and cat and headed over to my guys for the weekend. My neighbors are eyeing me like I leave for a beach trip every weekend or something, and even moreso stare at my cat. Like, why is she taking her cat on a trip too? Ha ha, gotta keep ’em guessing, I always say.

Having a friend and his daughters over to swim, they actually just got here. I may grace the page with a picture later once my phone is good and charged. His dog, a brown lab named Brandy, loves to swim and has bad arthritis so the exercise does her good. He wanted his both his daughters to have the opportunity to swim with Brandy, and it should be a good day, looks like the rain’s gonna hold off for a while. Later, we’ll cook out before they head off to the beach after dinner.

Beach, ah Beach… did I just say Beach. 😦

K and I headed down 321 to this little consignment shop that he had been telling me about. It was an enjoyable morning, this area is so ‘lone’ that it’s so refreshing. No congestion, trees and landscape as far as you can see (no city limits baby). Not but about two miles or so from his house is this little ‘town’ called Boiling Greens, SC, that’s where the consignment shop was, right off the highway.  Just like the area where I live, Lake Wylie, people are just different here. Slower-paced, friendlier. Simpler. I swear if I didn’t have to cross the bridge to come to work, I would rarely if ever even come to Charlotte.

Loving my life, and the fact that it’s the weekend. And so I raise my glass of tea to good friends, good family, good health, and good times.


Rest, Relaxation and Reality

I got a full night’s rest last night without waking up even once, until about 0830 this morning. My guy took me to see the movie Eclipse last night, what a great movie. No, I am not one of those over-40 women who gush over the boy stars (but umm, let me say there’s only one that I still consider a boy…) 🙂 I think what I love so much about the saga is it’s the perfect mix of action, drama and romance. And let’s face it, it’s unrealistic – so the Piscean in me basks in that dreamy part of it too. Anyway, I won’t spoil it for you – just to say if you haven’t yet seen it, it’s a must-see.

A day off, finally. What a joy to not have anything to do or anywhere to go. Pressing, that is. Time is at my own pace, and come what will. The weather is cooler, humidity is down, sun still shining, and hallelujah Praise God I’m off for three whole days. Even a simple trip to the grocery store and to tan was enjoyable this morning. Rode with the windows down and my hair blowing, just like it was spring again.

Now, if someone would just invent a Virtual Vacation to the beach, I’d be just peachy. Everyone I know is either en route there, or on the way back. I’m serious when I say everyone. Well, almost. Most of my friends on facebook are, my daughter is, my cousins are, I don’t need to go on. Guess I’ll be there one day soon, hopefully. My friend is getting married at the beach on August 22nd, so I’ll definitely be there on that day even if I have to drive down alone for that. She so deserves this most perfect day in her life and I’m so happy for her.

I do love fairytale endings… and they happen so rarely in Real Life. Hmmm, maybe the fairytale is what I love so much about the Twilight Saga. ♥


Bits and Pieces

I gazed down at myself as I sat down in my car seat this morning and discovered a spider had hitched a ride down the stairs with me. Lovely. I should be used to it by now I so hate spiders.

On a brighter note, here comes our holiday finally and with it the three-day weekend. Longer for some, I know, but I’ll take the extra day and not complain a bit. I recently made a friend who frequents the lake (via boat) and she invited us out this weekend. I’m SO STOKED I couldn’t be more excited if I were going to the beach. Wellll, I might be a bit more excited about that – but this is still major to me. I haven’t had a good day out on a boat in well, I don’t count last year because the boat never even moved from it’s stationery spot. So, three years now. That’s far too long for ole’ water-Bon to be a land-lubber. Craving the ocean too, but that’s a whole other story. The lake will most definitely temporarily suffice.

So, Eclipse has come out. All of my New Moon buddies have seen it so far and are telling me it’s mega-awesome, so I can’t wait to see it. My guy said something about Monday and it probably will be less crowded that day. One friend of mine was going to see it for the second time last night. The last movie I went to see more than once was Nights in Rodanthe, which I saw 3 times at the theatre. I didn’t know it at the time, but that movie was to become a staple in my newfound single life.

I have a friend who is taking his girlfriend to the beach this weekend – and planning to ‘pop the question’ to her. From what he said, she’s wanted this for a long time, and what better time than July 4th holiday? I’m such a romantic, so I bask in stories like these. I got all sappy yesterday when I heard what he was planning, and the girls at work were laughing at me. I can only explain it by saying that I’ve never in my life had anyone who actually wanted to marry me, so I guess that’ll make a person a romantic if nothing else will. I can’t wait to hear how he did it when he gets back in town… will he propose on the pier? On the beach? Or maybe at Broadway, standing underneath the fireworks after they start… my goodness, I love that idea….

Stay tuned. 🙂


Never can tell…

I’ve been thinking about the word unpredictable. To me it almost always preceeds an unfavorable outcome. Almost.

Unpredictable: Something difficult or impossible to foretell or foresee.

A drive in to work in the morning. I’m in the left lane, cruising along, not bothering a soul. Situated in a nice little flow of moving traffic who I like to term ‘dancing partners’. Everyone seems to know what they’re doing – almost. Enter car on the right that I’m getting ready to pass, just like all my other dancing partners just did… I see the impatience radiating from the car’s body. That slightest move left and quick jerk back right, ever so desiring to be in my position.

Unpredictable. Move on past ’em – quickly now.

How about that family member who all your other family members simply dread to be around. This person lives to create turmoil, speaks ill of you behind your back, and continually strives to be in the midst of controversy.

Unpredictable. Let’s keep on movin’.

I’m watering my many flowers, and along comes a large thirsty wasp like they so often do these days. Don’t even waste your time telling me ‘It’s okay, just don’t panic. Stand still and everything will be fine’. I’m outta there.

Go, quickly. Unpredictable.

Let’s say I’ve been out on the beach a few hours now, and it’s mid-afternoon. I take note of the darkening sky in the distance, and know what will probably be upon me soon – a thunderstorm. Or, maybe not.

Hey I’m at the beach, in this case I’m stayin’. Who cares if I get wet? 🙂

Photo Courtesy of http://campusedgeccu.wordpress.com/


Summer Solstice

solstice is an astronomical event that happens twice each year, when the tilt of the Earth’s axis is most inclined toward or away from the sun, causing the Sun’s apparent position in the sky to reach its northernmost or southernmost extreme. The name is derived from the Latin sol (sun) and sistere (to stand still), because at the solstices, the Sun stands still in declination; that is, the apparent movement of the Sun’s path north or south comes to a stop before reversing direction.

The term solstice can also be used in a broader sense, as the date (day) when this occurs. The solstices, together with the equionoxes, are connected with the seasons. In some cultures they are considered to start or separate the seasons, while in others they fall nearer the middle.

A common misconception is that the earth is further from the sun in winter than in summer. Actually, the Earth is closest to the sun in December which is winter in the Northern hemisphere.

As the Earth travels around the Sun in its orbit, the north-south position of the Sun changes over the course of the year because of the changing orientation of the Earth’s tilted rotation axes. The dates of maximum tilt of the Earth’s equator correspond to the Summer Solstice and Winter Solstice, and the dates of zero tilt to the Vernal Equinox and Autumnal Equinox.

The reason for these changes has to do with the Earth’s yearly trip around the sun. For part of the year the Earth’s North Pole points away from the sun and part of the time toward it. This is what causes our seasons. When the North Pole points toward the sun, the sun’s rays hit the northern half of the world more directly. That means it is warmer and we have summer.

The day of the summer solstice is the longest day of the year. The length of time elapsed between sunrise and sunset on this day is a maximum for the year. In the United States, there are about 14½ hours of daylight on this day.

~Wikipedia.com, Calendar-Updates.com


Six legs too many

It’s spider season again. Time to break out my double-wammy industrial-strength pow-wow… ummmmm, concoction.

Spiders??? Oh Bon, surely you can’t be talking about now… it’s June!!!… simply can’t be.  In any case, I’m sure the problem is minutely miniscule…

Ahem. Never mind the Fall season when you see all the Wolf ‘writing’ spiders. Ole Bon’s spiders say the time is now. Every morning I go down two sets of stairs looking like a zombie – left arm filled with my workbag, purse, lunch and sometimes trash, and right arm waving back and forth in front of me like a freaking moron. If I try to throw in a glance around myself to make sure no one’s watching, I lose balance and almost fall down the steps – it must be hilarious to watch. As recently as this morning, I was clotheslined by yet another invisible web on the second floor. I promptly **dropped** everything and completed two full 360’s all while appearing to have a seizure, all done in order to entertain the average viewer. You are welcome.

This takes me back to when I first moved in my current residence. It was May of ’08, and the first thing I noticed was a spider infestation. The couple that resided here for ten years prior to me were elderly, and it didn’t seem to bother them. Enter Bon. Believe me when I say it did bother me. Apparently my predecessors either a) didn’t care about the spiders or b) literally couldn’t see them. I’m shooting for the latter. I mean, these people were in their 90’s…

I was absolutely horrified. Here I was, finally, in my own little condo – perfect in every way except for a spider infestation. The balcony seemed to be the worst, so that’s where I picked to start. I made a trip to the local hardware store and bought a gallon-sized industrial strength pesticide which even came equipped with a strong pump-stream system. Just pull back on the external trigger nozzle until completely loaded, and that baby’ll spray for a full 20 seconds at warp speed.  Once I positioned myself on the stepladder and started spraying through the rafters, I completed the first two walls rather quickly. All the sudden the damn things started coming out by the dozens, spinning their long silk and swinging towards me. I immediately felt like a character out of a Stephen King book, already visualizing myself taking that accidental fall from a ladder over a third story ledge. I’m not talking small spiders – the littlest ones were about the size of my thumbprint, and that doesn’t include legs. These ‘things’ had been allowed to infest the place for so long that they had ‘morphed’ into some sort of amazon gargantuan thing not from this planet. A mega-spider, if you will. I panicked screamed. Ducked left, ducked right, and finally ducked inside – all while cursing myself for spraying more than one wall at a time, in turn pretty much barricading myself out of my home. Finally, after a couple of days of exterminating (one wall at a time from here on out, thank you) the porch was wiped clean of spiders.

Ahhhh… I am victorious!! And so was born the quest for a huge superhero applique for the front of my t-shirt. SB, for SuperBon. Or maybe even SpiderBon.

What I neglected to address in my extermination efforts was the fact that I may well have pushed some most of them indoors. Maybe they existed beforehand, I honestly don’t know. What I do know is that within those couple of days, more and more spiders began making their glorious appearing indoors – and that didn’t work for me. One night, I pulled back the comforter and sheets to get in bed – unveiling two very large black spiders smack-dab* in the middle of my bed. Realizing their newfound exposure, one shoots off to the right and the other to the left (again, like something fresh out of a nightmare). To this very day I maintain those things were mating in my bed. I managed to kill one, but never found the other. As for me, I remained in a light-filled room sitting upright in the fetal position for the rest of the night. Tucking my knees under my chin, I balled my eyes out. And come morning, I was completely unrecognizable by the people closest to me – although by this point it was questionable as to whether I had actually been bit by spiders and might be having a bad allergic reaction that swelled my entire face up.

I can laugh about all of this now. It wasn’t at all long after the ‘bed incident’ that I was completely spider-free… thanks once again to the heroic efforts of SuperBon/SpiderBon.

(But I wouldn’t want to do it all again.)

*Southern Slang definition of the day:  Smack-dab: squarely, and directly.


Eventually

As I sit here once again pondering life (mine, not others), the word ‘eventually’ is hangin’ around in my brain. It’s a pretty cool word actually, if you really think about it…

Eventually. The definition varies from source to source. “Finally, at a future point in time” or “in the course of time”, and “at an unspecified later time: in the end”.

All things eventual.

I generally see positive in the word. All things bad will eventually come to an end. Eventually, I’ll get that boat I’ve always wanted. I feel like crap, but I know I’ll eventually feel better. I know all my hard work will eventually pay off. The sun will come back out eventually. Eventually, this oil spill thing will be fixed. (Are we still calling it a spill?)

NOT ‘If keep drinking like this eventually my liver’s gonna fail me.’

Promise. Hope. Yeah – that’s how I see it.


The ass end of things

Ass: the word that we Southerners add to the end of existing words; thereby creating additional words used to intensify a feeling or condition.

In my opinion, it all started with smartass and dumbass

I myself just did it on a status update. ‘On a rainyass day like today’. Yeah – alrighty then. How about lameass, crazyass, or tiredass. You’ll probably never hear anything like beautifulass or prettyass, though. The mere fact that I woke up today thinking about this is in itself a little disturbing.

It is indeed a rainyass day today. It’s a good steady rain though, and much needed. I just watched a baby bird get pushed out of it’s nest (or fall, not positive of which) and land in the rocks below. After the stun wore off, it got up and ran under K’s daylillies in the flower garden. I’m hoping it’ll be okay and nothing will get it. The little thing’s never been wet, never before felt rain… well, nature can be so cruel at times.

Well, guess I’ll take my lazyass on in the kitchen and make some lunch. It’s been a grand four days off.


Sunday best

There’s not really much going on today. Race comes on a little later, for which we’ll have a front row seat – on television. Plans are to just hang out by the pool if the weather allows, and I think it will. Last night we went to a birthday party for K’s sis-in-law. It was pretty cool because there was a couple there who sang, and they were very very good. They sang two songs they wrote in the beginning that could be country hits, seriously. They had to leave about 9 since they were gigging up at a local bar up the street.

This has been a weekend of some true down-time and I’ve loved every minute of it. Last night when we got back from the party, we swung by my apartment and scooped up my cat and came back to K’s house. Camille has really become a traveling kitty. She loves it here and she loves K – he does everything for her, she’s just rotten. He opens up just about every window he has for her to get in, and she has no trouble partaking. He won’t be able to do that when it starts getting really hot outside, though. The other family of bird’s babies just hatched either yesterday or today, it’s been fun watching them too. Two full families of birds, different species, living literally less than a foot apart amazes me still. They do not like Camille, though. You’ve never heard so much fussing when she jumps up in that window.

Gonna relax and enjoy the rest of the Sunday. Sunday best… y’all keep it real.


Strawberry fields forever

The end of the week is finally in sight. Most of us get an extended weekend this time, with Memorial Day giving us that extra holiday. It couldn’t come at a better time, I need some extra time off.

All my shows are over now. American Idol, Dancing with the Stars, Biggest Loser and Survivor are history for the season. Maybe I’ll actually get something done now, or at least get outside more. Maybe try my hand at growing some strawberries. I’ll have to say American Idol’s season finale last night was the best ever. The guest stars were amazing and the show in general was just awesome. Definitely entertainment at it’s best!!

Happy Friday to all. I know, it’s Thursday. Have I mentioned that I’m off tomorrow?


Hey, who moved my cheese??

I was told a long long time ago that I was a person that didn’t deal well with change. Suffice to say I’ve kicked that little issue. Oh hell – have I? With all the changes these past two years have held, guess I could say I’ve been forced to deal with change a little better. Rather, I like to think it all started a little over five years ago when I was forced to change jobs after an almost 12-year tenure. That one was a biggie.

I guess I am a little set in my ways. Just a little. But I’m also obsessive about some things. A lot. We were discussing the ‘obsessive’ in us at work the other day (okay primarily the obsessive in me). Ah, our little habits…our own eccentricities.

Hmm, if my boyfriend reads this he might not want to be my boyfriend anymore – but I’m banking on the fact that he’s already onto most of my little quirks.

I have my own personal parking spaces. Umm, at home and at work. No, it doesn’t have my name on it. At home, second one from the end. At work, perfectly centered with the front door. I get perturbed when someone takes My Spot at home – no one bothers me at work. At home when I take my trash out, I compact the air out of it – every single time. And the bag that goes back in the can will be freshly installed minus any additional air between bag and can. At all. In fact, I hate extra amounts of air in any bag – I always compress the air out of all bags I deal with (even when changing cat litter) whenever possible.

I am married to my camera. I will hold anyone and everyone up in order to get my shot – and I will get my shot. I go back to the door after I’ve locked it to ‘make sure’ and, if inside – recheck it; if outside, I give it exactly two hard tugs to make sure it won’t open. Every single time.

I am, after all, of human species. Keeping with typical Piscean fashion, I can be classified as a lazy perfectionist – a most terrible of combinations. I suffer from anxiety and calm, depression and elation, and anger and love – all at the same time. I’m odd, I’m different – and naturally me. But after all, eccentricity is a first cousin to originality…


Lovin Fridays

What a nice Friday night. My weekend started around 3:30pm yesterday, when I tanned, showered and waited on K. We went down to a local mall ( I had a birthday gift card yet to spend) and scored several new spring threads. K even got his self a couple pairs of shorts and a few shirts, JCPenneys was having an awesome sale and we happened upon the store at exactly the right time. Neither one of us are shoppers, so we weren’t in there long at all.

From there we met his Mom at a Mexican restaurant across the street. By this time it was almost 8pm and we had a little wait – but it was worth it. We all had a blast and got a belly full. So full, in fact, that we weren’t up long at all once home. Lights out.

Now the sun is struggling to stream through the trees (that’s okay, I’m not complaining about the leaves, love ’em) and it’s beautiful out. A little chilly compared to waking up in the 60’s with highs of 80’s, but this is only mid-April anyway, right? Better enjoy the midtones while we can. I still may give the ole’ “bagel on the balcony” thing a whirl. 🙂


Good Monday

This was a good weekend. Friday night we went out for mexican and ate out on the covered balcony for the first time this year. We had it to ourselves as it was a little nipply nippy out there, especially as the sun went beyond the horizon. It was still nice, though – a little prelude of the good times to come this summer. Saturday, I went to my guys house where he surprised me with a bottle of wine and a homemade salad to top all human salads… I mean this thing was the bomb. Anything and everything you can imagine, a true color wheel. Red onions, black olives, green and red bell peppers, carrots, cucumbers, tomatoes, block cheese, green onions, and cubed chicken and turkey. In addition, he had went out and bought the movie New Moon for us to watch that evening. Sunday afternoon, my daughter and I tested out the newest fleamarket in our area, called Trader Marc’s. A totally-indoor fleamarket sized to epic proportions. I really liked this place – the inside was well-organized, a good variety of different items, and well – it was just ‘classy’ compared to any other fleamarket I’ve ever been to. I really was impressed. Even more impressive to me were the vendors theirselves. We spent more time talking to the vendors than we did shopping. A happy bunch, they were – all so talkative in their (mostly) southern drawl. Oh how I do love a good southern drawl…

A severe set of storms ran through last night. With it came tornado warning after tornado warning. Hail, the whole nine yards (minus the tornado, thank God). The greenery is becoming oh so abundant as the sun continues to rise this morning.

A four-day work week this week! Yay… I’m fortunate enough to have Good Friday off. So far the forecast calls for sunny and temps around 80. I think can live with that.

Happiness, definition from Wikipedia… A state of mind or feeling characterized by contentment, love, satisfaction, pleasure, or joy.

The image used for happiness?

Just thought I’d throw that in there. 😉


New Week, not weak

I recently regained possession of my old high school annual. This book has remained hidden for years in the attics of where ever I lived at the time; safely tucked away in a box with other ‘childhood’ memorabilia. There’s a reason I haven’t had it out in almost twenty years. You see, I couldn’t get it out and look at it unless I was in the mood to be accused of wanting to look at old boyfriends. Told, why else would I want to look at pictures of when I was in school? And everyone knows, within the walls of a high school yearbook, therein lies only one’s past boyfriends… and nothing else. Pardon the sarcasm.

While at my guys house this weekend, I retrieved it from the trunk of my car and we both sat down and took a stroll down memory lane. It’s been so long since I’ve looked at it that I’d forgotten about certain teachers and friends! It was very cool to be able to peruse through old memories of adolescent times in high school and junior high again. My boyfriend and I went to the same high school and junior high, in the same grade – so it definitely was something we were able to enjoy together.

The Academy Awards (Oscars) were last night. I watched as much as I could of it before bedtime, but I obviously missed the best parts. I’ll have to youtube the acceptance speeches later on.

I am happy to hear about the best actor and best actress award going to Jeff Bridges and Sandra Bullock – I’ve always had the utmost respect for both of them. I’m gonna have to see both of these movies, my mouth’s already been watering to see ‘Crazy Heart’ since I first heard of it’s release.

This is a four-day work week for me, yay. I made that little joke a while back about taking a Friday off on my birthday, well I did just that. It’ll be well-earned, that’s for damn sure. I think it’s supposed to be raining but  as we say here in the south –  ppsshh, that don’t bother me none….


It’s a birds life

It’s one gorgeous day out there today, so just a quick little update. Can you believe I have to take my electric grill back for a refund? Damn thing is tripping the breaker both on the balcony and inside. I’ve lived here two years and have never had the ground tripped… just weird. Oh well, I’ve had to resolve myself to the fact that I’ll be using a George Foreman for my grilling out purposes.

My guy bought me a new industrial-strength fan over yesterday, along with a new shower head that is totally gonna rock my world. I’ve admired his fan for some time now, and this one mirrors his. A full metal, heavy, LOUD, macho-man of a wind machine. Love it. Before he left today, he hung my two birdhouses for me, one each in the corner of my balcony. I do hope to see mama and daddy building in them this Spring, instead of in my ferns! 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tonight will be the first night my furbaby Camille gets to have a sleepover at my guy’s house. I know, I know – she’s a cat. But cats can travel. And she doesn’t think she’s a cat. Plus, I’m tired of leaving her for a day and a half at a time. She can come with me. Umm-hmm… I’ll be sure to let you know how it goes. 🙂


TTLFTF

Thank the Lord for the Friday. It’s a beautiful day outside, and looking around again – there’s so very much to be thankful for. I could take up an entire blog listing my many blessings, and have done so before. I’ll spare anyone reading this today and instead thank God for them in silence. 🙂

My weekly weigh-in shows a second week in a row of losing 0. Zip. I just don’t get it. *Smacks self in face* Okay okay, yeah – I do get it. Although I’ve been maintaining my calorie intake, I haven’t been exercising every single day like I should. This week I’ve sneaked a nap or two in after work when I should’ve worked out instead. I know what I’ve gotta do in order to accomplish this – get my ass buttocks in gear. High gear. After all – Spring is almost here! I can actually see a poem coming out of this.

Tonight my beau is coming over with a couple of steaks and we’re gonna try out my new electric grill I got to cook out on my balcony. I’ve gotta run by the market on the way home and score a potato to bake for him. Okay, I might get a small one for myself but I really need to stay away from the whites. Which I’ve pretty much gotten used to doing without, anyway. I can’t wait until it really is Spring, because I’ll be out there cooking my meat every night on it. Now, if I just had that hammock…

There’s a special 20/20 on ABC coming on tonight that features the story of Jaycee Dugard. This is the lady who was kidnapped by a pedophile as a child and held captive in he and his wife’s back yard for a period of eighteen years. I cannot imagine the pain and horror this lady went through – there was such a large portion of her childhood, and life, stolen. This special promises to be a good one, it’s the first we’ve seen of her since her and her children’s rescue from that certain hell. There’s two specials airing tonight, and I’m not sure if it’s the 9pm or 10pm show. I dvr’d both to be on the safe side.

Well, our own Carolina Panthers has decided to say boobye to Jake Delhomme.What a great guy he is, but as they say ‘you do what you gotta do’. Unfortunately, sometimes the most difficult thing to do in life is doing what must inevitably be done. He will always hold a large piece of outstanding history with the Panthers, and I sure do wish him the best.


Weekends are made for….

Late start I’ve got here this morning, but that’s okay. What are weekends for, anyway? Rest, catching up on things, and possibly a little fun thrown into the mix. That’s my definition of weekends anyway.

Had dinner last night at the Mex restaurant that I could eat at just about every day of the week. SO good – I’ve discovered a dish from the light menu that is simply to die for – chicken tacos. You’re probably thinking ‘chicken tacos, what’s so special about those?’ Well I kinda ask myself the same thing… I don’t know why their’s are so good, I’ll just stick with the fact that they are, and move on.

I watched an awesome movie last night, released back in 01, but I’d never seen it. Men of Honor, starring one of my fave actors DeNiro and Cuba Gooding Jr. It’s a courageous tale of an African-American sailor who dares to dream of becoming a US Navy Master Diver. The movie is even more powerful being that it’s a true story. It still amazes me the perils that black people were put through back then – to me it’s still downright embarrassing. This is a truly amazing movie – male or female either one, you should check it out if you’ve never seen it.

Out to dinner with my girls tonight. These are the girls from my graduating class in high school. I’ll try to get a good enough group pic and post it later. These are some awesome women, and I love the fact that we’ve all remained close – in fact we’ve only started having these little gatherings for the past couple of years. Unfortunately my best friend isn’t gonna be able to make it tonight, so we’ll miss her but make the best out if it. We ALL have sore jaws and stomach muscles the next day from all the laughs. Now that’s truly a good time to be had. 😉

It’s windy and cold today. Well, guess it’s not that cold with a forecasted high of 52. One could easily be fooled by looking outside though, with the sun shining high in the Carolina blue sky.

And the day is slipping away, slowly but very surely. Happy Weekend to all!


Needful things

You really can’t get any two more different ramblings than those which I have right now. This is me, though. A smorgasbord of thoughts running rampant through an already overactive mind that’s currently working overtime. So I have to unload sometimes, and this blog is my dumpsite. This is my life.

The Life of Bon.

Oh, they’ve finally labeled it. It’s taken this long. (Initial thoughts on Ft. Hood.). The Ft. Hood attacks are now officially being termed as “an act of radical Islamic Muslim Terrorism”. Geez, why couldn’t they have labeled it as such when the details of the attack first surfaced?  In my humble opinion we have a buffoon as the Homeland Security Secretary, Ms. Janet “The System Worked” Napolitano. America is slippery at best with her holding this position. I trust her about as far as I can throw her since she’s already been proven a liar. Oh, she needn’t feel alone in her position… I believe her to be just one of many buffoons within the current administration.

When the hell are the higher-ups of this country going to stop worrying about offending the people of Islam by using the term radical Islamic Muslim terrorists? Radical. Islamic. Muslim. Terrorism. Say the damn words! And often. Because it’s alive and well.

On a much different note, I was recently sent a survey via email correspondence that ended up telling you some of the qualities that your perfect mate would possess. Laughable, I know, because those little survey things are never really accurate anyway. But, it got me thinking, what are we really looking for in life from a partner? And is it actually possible to find your soulmate?

Oh yeah… I must go there. So off I go.

  • True sincerity.
  • He will be honest and forthright.
  • He will have high goals set for the future, and consistently work hard to achieve them.
  • He will possess confidence in his self without being haughty or boastful.
  • He shows kindness and consideration to wait staff, clerks and the general public who services him.
  • Noticing a stranger in a tight spot, he will stop to help them.
  • He’ll keep his manners about him even when he thinks no one is watching.
  • He knows what he wants in life and how to get it – furthermore, gets it.
  • He will have a patience level beyond that of anyone I’ve ever known.
  • He will have class, and strong moral values.
  • He will be a non-smoker. (Only because I have to stay quit myself.)
  • He will love his children unmercifully.
  • He will provide a strong sense of stability, and is reliable.
  • He will have impeccable hygiene.
  • He’ll enjoy taking that occasional trip or vacation.
  • He will be tall.
  • Loves to laugh and cut up, but also knows when to be serious.
  • He will do his best to protect me at any cost.
  • He’ll be a hard worker in whatever profession he has.
  • He will be able to calm me when I am in disarray.
  • He will believe the Bible is the Truth, and love and trust our Lord.
  • He’ll respect my southern belle beliefs.
  • He will never show even the slightest hint of violent behavior.
  • He will love animals.
  • He will have me on his mind 24/7, and I’ll know this only because he tells me so.

And I will never, even once, doubt his love for me.

Sound like a lot to be looking for? I say, nah. These are the essential traits I’m in search of. As well, I would expect everyone has that mental list of necessary traits they’re seeking in a lifetime partner. Realizing that no one is ever going to find that exact match, neither do I believe we have to settle. The truth is, we are all sinners saved by Grace – so there’s not a perfect one of us out there. But there are certain key elements we must insist on in order to maintain a long and successful relationship. These just happen to be mine…



Good scents

I’m right about ready to take a Friday off. Although it’s only mid-February, it seems like forever since I’ve had a three-day weekend. We tend to get spoiled around the holidays with all the time off, and get a real slap of reality when it comes time to get back to basics. I need a day off.

Actually, I think I’ll request my birthday off. Yeah. That’s on a Friday this year. What better day to take off than your birthday?

I’m actually proud of myself. Today I’m in a pair of jeans I haven’t been able to pull up in a very long time. I’m now able to look at myself in the mirror and tell a bit of difference, albeit slight, in my shape. It’s an awesome feeling.

As I stepped outside I immediately noticed the air has that smell about it today. You know – that sweet smell? It’s the smell of Spring. Call me crazy, but I believe most of you have smelled it before. It’s out there today, that’s for sure – and it’s very presence was unexpected. What a wonderful scent….

The birds, if nothing else, are busy prepping theirselves for Spring. All the chattering, whistling, building and playing – I love watching it. Can’t wait to get my balcony back in order again – hummingbird feeder up, couple ‘o hanging baskets, put the palm tree back outside. I need to get a stand for my now-enormous fern that I’ve kept alive all winter – I plan to put it outside my front door and get a new one for the balcony. I need something I can easily lift up and down off the hanging chain on my balcony, and I simply cannot lift the big one anymore. And, I already have a new citronella bucket ready to go. 🙂

Yep, this ole’ girl’s still anxiously awaiting Spring’s arrival. I can think of nothing else. But for now, everybody remember to…

Thought for the day:

Years ago I preferred clever people.  There was a joy in beholding a mind bearing thoughts quickly translated into words, or ideas expressed in a new way.  I now find that my taste has changed.  Verbal fireworks often bore me.  They seem motivated by self-assertion and self-display.  I now prefer another type of person; one who is considerate, understanding of others, careful not to break down another person’s self-respect.  My preferred person today is one who is always aware of the needs of others, or their pain and fear and unhappiness, and their search for self-respect.  I once liked clever people.  Now I like good people.

~Solomon Freehof


Rejuvenated

What an awesome weekend, though it went by too fast. Doesn’t it always? I woke up this morning thinking I had another day left, and I do hate when that happens.

My eyes are bothering me bad, almost to the scary part. My vision is blurred to the point I have to get right up on something in order to read it… all this has come about very quickly, like within the past year. Or less. I simply MUST have them checked soon, especially with the issues that have recently come to light with my own Father’s eye problems.

I’d love to have yesterday as a do-over. It was the most perfect weather… in the sixties and sunny. Before going over to visit his family, we washed the cars – and by God they looked good when we were done. The neighbors must’ve thought we’d never washed a car before because I was out there taking pictures when we were finished. Of course, it rains this morning. That’s the way it always goes, but it’s all good. We enjoyed doing it, and even got some much-needed vitamin D from the good ole’ sun shining down on us.

So – once again, I have a Bon-amazement story. My guy treated my windows with this stuff called Rain-X. Now I’d heard about this stuff before, and I know Auto-Bell uses something similar when you take your car there. He told me that I wouldn’t even have to use windshield wipers in the rain if I didn’t want to. Now I admit, I had a little trouble believing that – but I found out he was right this morning. My gosh, that stuff is incredible! I tested it out at 55 mph in heavy rain, no wipers! He’s right, they weren’t needed. So nice!! **Insert Rain-X spokesperson here** In fact, I’ve never seen quite so well in a heavy downpour. I find it simply amazing. Guess you can tell it doesn’t take much to impress me.

The lake was especially beautiful this morning. Under the gray sky, it took on a dark bluish-gray hue, with light mist topping it. It was all I could do to keep my eyes off it, that mystical look about it. I sometimes oftentimes wish there was a place to pull over and just gaze at it for a few minutes… the tranquility and peace it brings me is indescribable.

Seems like things always come back around full-circle. I still get a bit nostalgic and emotional at times, even when I seem to be convinced I’m long past that. All of you people who have loved one person for a long time, had your heart crushed , and then found love again – realize how lucky you are. Constantly remind yourself of it, if you must. Realize how awesome it is to have someone finally love you the way you deserve to be loved, the kind of love that’s gentle, warm, heartfelt, full of compassion. Some people don’t get those second chances. I’m reminded of how fortunate I am, how lucky I feel, whenever I hear the song Broken Road. (click here for song/video).

I set out on a narrow way, many years ago
Hoping I would find true love, along the broken road
But I got lost a time or two
Wiped my brow and kept pushing through
I couldn’t see how every sign pointed straight to you…

Every long lost dream led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart, they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true…

That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you
Yes He did

I think about the years I spent, just passing through
I’d like to have the time I lost, and give it back to you
But you just smile and take my hand
You’ve been there, you understand
It’s all part of a grander plan that is coming true

Every long lost dream led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart, they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true

That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you

But now I’m just rolling home into my lover’s arms
This much I know is true

That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you