My Freshly Pressed Appreciation
Each weekday, my beloved blogging site WordPress handpicks eleven blog writers to be featured on their front page. Eleven. Out of Millions. They refer to these chosen blogs as “Freshly Pressed”.
This past Monday, 21st of June, was the day. My day. The blog I had written, Summer Solstice, was chosen to be featured in the much-coveted Freshly Pressed section – the headline page of WordPress. I sat there with unbelieving eyes when I received the email stating I had made it.
Little old me making Freshly Pressed status? The news hit me like a bombshell. Many have long sought after and still continue to seek this temporary but prestigious spot. I know enough to be extremely appreciative of it – and I am. I never expected to ever be cast in such a prominent spotlight, and was completely unprepared for the many extras that accompanied the ‘status lift’. I had well over a thousand hits the first day, along with many comments, pingbacks and requotes. I value highly the many public opinions and inquiries that were made, and remain so very deeply humbled.
I’ve always loved to write and those closest to me are aware of how very deep that love goes. One thing’s for sure – this experience has showed me there’s a whole other world out there… one in which the possibilities are endless.
Thank you, WordPress – and all you readers and writers out there who make the site what it is.
Summer Solstice
A 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
She’s gone country
I love country music. It calms me… soothes me.
It amazes me how we all change with age. The fact is, we all do change – even if it’s only something others recognize in us. If you’d told me even a year ago that I would want to listen to nothing but country, I’d have slapped you then told you to go find your mama. Seriously though, I was a metalhead growing up, all the way through my twenties. Still love that era, and pretty much all the 80’s music. Once in my thirties, I increased my musical genre by adding in alternative to the mixture. As well, I’ll always love my alternative. None of this will ever fade or go away, I’ll always consider it my musical ‘roots’.
It amuses me to watch people’s reaction who haven’t seen me in a while when they hear me singing or listening to country music. ‘I can’t believe you listen to country now!? All the time?!’ (jaw dropping in succession). ‘What on earth made you change to country?’
Hmm. Good question…
Back to my theory that we all change in time. Well, sometimes that change comes about in unexpected venues. My most recent ‘growth’ just happened to manifest itself within my music selection.
I find myself craving it. There’s almost always something a song offers that I can relate with. The morals seem high, the love always radiates from them, at times they can be hilarious, and they’re not shy about their love for our Lord. So many of the songs actually mean something personal to me, or signify a person or time in my life. There’s too many instances like this to even start listing, so don’t worry, I’ll spare you the boredom.
The sweet melodic tones of country music seems to soften, or at least take the edge off of life. For me, anyway. 🙂
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.
Visit from beyond
I was ushered in through the foyer, past the living room and down the hallway. The doorknob to the right was turned, and the door opened for me to enter the room.
Their room.
The room itself was bigger than I remember, and had a radiant, almost heavenly look about it. I immediately noticed that it was cleaner, whiter, and less congested. It was almost pristine – with much extra room to move around. Just as quickly as the door closed behind me, they appeared.
The dogs.
My dogs. The dogs I had to leave behind through a marriage separation, now well over two years ago. And they were smiling. C’mon now, no bashing… any dog-lover out there knows what I’m talking about. They DO smile.
I don’t remember actually getting down on the floor, but in the next moment that’s exactly where I was, and where I remained. Chance and Rebel were all over me, and I was all over them. They were both clean as a whistle and smelled so good. There also was no gray in them whatsoever. The dogs weren’t pups, but they certainly weren’t old men, either! Along the empty sides and corners of the room, there were lots of clean blankets and sheets, all neatly folded – there must have been 8-10 of them scattered throughout the room. As time went on I kept grabbing them, unfolding each one and spreading them out for us, all while continuing to love on them. I remember thinking, ‘boy is someone gonna be mad at me for unfolding and messing up all these linens…’, but the dogs were loving it, and loving me. All three of us were so happy and comfortable, in that room.
The tears continue to fall as I write this. This particular visit occurred in a dream I had last night, on Tuesday night.
I believe it all started when I asked my daughter to take a picture so I could see them. I was at work Monday when I received them, and it immediately made me cry. My girlfriends at work saw this and were very sweet and caring – they are good friends and fellow animal-lovers to boot, so they understood without even saying anything. Just to see how gray the little and big guy’s faces had both gotten in two years was shocking – in particular Rebel’s, the boxer.
I’ve tried to force them out of my mind for a long time now because it’s just been too painful to think about. That still remains the case. I guess somehow, unfortunately, love really is associated with pain. Whatever the case is, I do still miss them greatly.
It was a good visit. No, it was better than good. The visit was awesome, even perfect. I hope they visit me again soon. Or should I say… allow me to visit them.
One of the pictures my daughter sent me
My way
It’s beautiful out today – true summertime in every since of the word. Honestly it seems like the first day of summer was over a month ago, never mind the fact it’s still a week away. Back to the days of leaving your windows cracked two inches and placing that anti-seat/steeringwheel-burner-device-thingy in your windshield.
I get a treat today, going to ‘get my hair did’ after work. I consider it a treat because I haven’t been for a haircut since January, and haven’t had it colored since last summer. I ought to just shock the hell out of everybody and go short and red. Being that my stylist knows me personally, I don’t think she’d do it even if I asked her.
Cooked a big old pot of s’ghetti last night. I really enjoy cooking it ‘my way’ (great, now I’ll have Sinatra in my head all day). For 20+ years, all I was ‘allowed’ to have in it was the meat and sauce, and that sauce better not have any visible onions in it or said meal would be ruined. Oh, I could add some garlic salt, forgot about that. Even too many tomatoes in the sauce would constitute a 10-minute period of ‘picking them out’, one by one, until a nice little pile was accumulated beside the now lukewarm/cool plate of spaghetti.
I now put fresh minced garlic in it, and cut up a vidalia onion and green pepper. Add a can of mushrooms to the sauce, throw in a large can of diced & spiced tomatoes, and my little array of spices don’t forget the cayenne pepper. Let that puppy sit in the fridge for a day and have it for dinner that next night… simply delectable. And I’m not the only one who thinks so. 🙂
My Brightness
Whoever first told me life gets harder as you get older sure knew what they were talking about. I believe it was my mother. We live in an age of a failing world (okay I know that sounds drastically morbid – but it is, let’s face it). We’ve done so much damage to the environment that it’s irreparable, with the continuance of damage ongoing still – today, tomorrow, next week, next year. The economy sucks, and people are struggling financially. The entire world is crime-ridden and it seems even more so in the US. Too many people have lost their religion, that is if they ever had it to begin with.
For these reasons it makes me that much more appreciative of the soul that has come into my life. My brightness. The person who actually makes me better. Brighter.
It all started last July 29th when we started messaging each other (I still have every email correspondence we’ve ever sent). Our first date was August 1st. Man, were we ever both nervous. I’ll never forget coming down those stairs and seeing him leaning back against the hood of his car… lookin’ so cool. 🙂 It’s one of those memories that I hope never fades with age.
No one is perfect – but I’m so beyond perfect that it’s hilarious. I have so many little quirks and eccentricities that need tweaking. I get agitated and worked up easily. He keeps me grounded. I frequently find myself trying to accomplish too much and freaking out when my goals aren’t met. He is teaching me to take life slower. We both have trust issues when it comes to relationships, and have since learned that it’s okay to let our guards down with each other. That in itself was a feat that took some time – time that we look back on and smile at now.
Yep, we’re getting older all right. But that’s not always a bad thing. After all, if we’re lucky enough, we might can capture a little wisdom from it. The kind of wisdom that allows us to be appreciative of the best things in life – that which is right in front of us.
Hats off to second chances….
Birdland…
Yet another family of birds have ‘flown the coop’. It was the sweetest thing. We got up this morning and I notice K veering off to the right to open the front door. All the sudden I hear “I knew it, I knew it!! They’re gone.” Sure enough, his last family of birds nested under his porch had finally all spread their wings and left. We were wondering how much bigger the babies could get… it was comical to still refer to them as ‘babies’. They had gotten so big that only about two of the four could fit in the nest at one time. They sat up there looking like big lugs – baby birds on steriods. K could barely get out the front door anymore for anything since the mama and daddy birds were in instant protect mode of their ready-to-fly-at-any-given-moment babies.
We’ve stood here and watched bird after bird go for a drink in the birdbath. He decided it needed some clean water – the birds are now having a bird field day. 🙂
Nature is so cool… yet often sad, and always unforgiving. We were talking about it last night and he told me a story of how he recently witnessed a hawk swoop down and score a dove, carrying it off in it’s huge beak. Many birds of different species tried to come to it’s rescue, in vain. The Hawk only needs one split second to complete it’s task. In this case and most others, it got it’s prey. I was told there are still a bunch of feathers were the ‘incident’ happened.
Here’s a link I’d like to share on yet another woe of Nature. This is a bit graphic at the end, and throughout the 4 minutes can really get your heart pumping, but I promise you won’t be sorry you watched it. 🙂
Peace.
Beam me to the Beach?
Saturday morning is finally here. What to do, what to do. There’s a whole list of things, actually.
Yesterday after work I splurged on myself and indulged in a pedicure. I’ve been doing them myself for many months now, and it felt so nice to be pampered that way, especially on a Friday. Last night we went to a local diner/club that had a band playing. Had a couple beers, ate some fried pickles and quesadillas, and listened to some good music. Definitely a nice ending to the work week!
Got up on a low-key morning (couldn’t sleep late, up at 0730 drat) and had the celebratory weekend bagel. I’m gonna meet up with a friend after lunch and go in on a a Sam’s membership with her. Hoping I’ll get a lot of use outta that – there’s a location that’s very convenient in my guy’s town that I think we’ll use a lot. Maybe they’ll even be cheaper on some pool supplies, who knows.
It’s amazing that it seems like everyone on Facebook is at or going to the beach. I’ve got such beach fever that I’m literally on fire. Good thing I have my favorite beach cams for an (albeit temporary) fix.
Back to the weekend, peace!!
To thine own self be true
It doesn’t do me good to sit and ponder life too often, because when I do so it usually makes me want to cry. And anyone who knows me knows how much I hate to cry. The massive headache and swollen frog eyes afterward always make me regret it. Psshh, like I could’ve done anything to prevent it, anyway.
The things in life I have no control over. Okay, I can’t do anything to improve our economic crisis. I can’t prevent the massive amount of crime in the world. I’m not able to do a damn thing about that oilspill disaster that appears to have no end in sight. But what seems to be the hardest pill to swallow is hearing of someone you know and care about sit back and ruin their own self. And of how it’s affecting the ones who love them most.
A countdown to self-destruct. And I cannot do or say a thing about it. I cannot interfere.
Cry along
Although being a parent can be one of the most rewarding responsibilities in life, it’s also well-known to be the toughest.
Parenting. Everyone has their own idea of what it means, a mental list of what all it entails. There are no two sets of individual views that are exactly alike, because even if they possess similarities – the end result is always the same. Bottom line, God really does break the mold when he finishes making each and every one of us.
No matter how old they get, we as parents will never stop worrying about our children. As a young lady, I used to shrug that sentence off when my very own Mother would say it, usually throwing in the old eye-roll. I remember how I used to feel when I was young. As a young adult, I believed my parents either thought I wasn’t smart enough in my own decision-making, or I perceived them as trying to ‘rain on my parade’. Boy have I ever made some wrong choices in life that I’d been forewarned about. When I would fall down, there would be no “I told you so’s”. What happened then, when I fell? My Mother knelt down to me and cried along with me.
It’s hard when you see the wants in life overpowering the needs. I’m talking about the real needs. The Necessities. I was always told, ‘just worry about getting what you need… your wants will come later’. I still have a lot of wants, but that’s okay, I have most everything I need. The week-to-week struggle to maintain daily life definitely takes it’s toll sometimes – but I never forget to be thankful for a good job. Because of that, there is gas in my car and food in my belly. And by the Grace of God, a roof over my head.
Control is no longer an option. There comes a time when our babies wings are finally developed enough to soar the skies – we can’t and shouldn’t hold them back. But sincere advice, cordially delivered, is an option. And as a lifelong loving parent, a God-given right. I only pray for the realization of basic needs to overpower the wants. Any parent who genuinely loves their children only wants the best for them – for them to have sincere happiness, health and prosperity. As for what the future holds – if there ever is an instance of falling down… I will do the only thing that I’m able to do as a parent.
I will kneel down and cry along with them.
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.
Sea me?
I seriously miss the ocean. It’s a source of natural healing and joy to most everyone. The sound, the smell, the look, the feel – all of it.
Salt + Water
It’s always been a magical, mystical, healing place and state of mind. The rolling of the waves, the consistently rhythmic sound of them crashing on the shore. The ocean not only completes me – but when in it’s presence, all my problems become nonexistent. It’s no wonder I want to live at the coast.
I never tire of hearing the new song Water by Brad Paisley (see high-def video here!). (You really should check it out, it’s an awesome feel-good video) 🙂
All you really need this time of year
Is a pair of shades, and an ice cold beer
And a place to sit, somewhere nearrrr…
Water.
I crave salt, and water. The solution… is dilution.
The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears, or the sea.
~Isak Dineson
Reconnecting
A particular social networking site never ceases to amaze me. It’s been a constant source of reconnection with former classmates, friends and even family. It really blows my mind – and can be a stark reminder of just how many miles we have on the ole’ engine.
Sometimes I don’t even recognize people when it’s been 2 ½ decades since I’ve seen them. Did I just say 25 years? I remember thinking when I was 25 ‘where and what will I be when I’m 35’. Anything over 30 seemed so old to me back then.
It’s funny to see how people have aged, or haven’t. I often look at people and wonder what they’ve been through in their life. Whether as a whole, it’s been fairly easy – or the tribulations have been many. I wonder what kinds of stories they must have to tell. Even looking at pictures seem to lead me to further interest as to how a person’s life has been. How their children’s lives have been. I guess all of this is just human nature.
The biggest credit I give the site is meeting/reconnecting with the man in my life. We actually were former classmates in the same graduating year. I simply cannot imagine my life now without him in it. So I’ll give credit where credit is due – were it not for good ole’ Facebook, our paths likely never would have crossed again.
Post Memorial Day
It’s the evening, so I’m close to writing this post-Memorial Day. It certainly will be by the morn. But let’s just take a nostalgic step back into yesterday, shall we?
I apologize beforehand for the obtrusive profanity that is hopefully only sporadically sprinkled throughout this blog – I will do my best to keep it at a minimum. For reason of content, I can already attest to the fact that I will never have that much sought-after ‘freshly pressed’ status on WP for this one… and I’ll just have to proudly suck that one up.
I spent pretty much all weekend at my guy’s house. After the party at his brother’s Saturday night, we swung by my apartment and scooped up my furbaby and we’ve been there ever since.
Memorial Day Monday afternoon, when I get back home, this is the first thing I see when I make my way up to my little third floor haven.
The motherfuckers. (Okay, I can already see this profanity thing is gonna be a struggle – but I’m trying I swear.)
These little muslim coward pieces of shit came and delivered islamic (NO I won’t capitalize either of ’em!!) newspapers all over my apartment complex immediately prior to our Memorial Day holiday. The little effing shits.
(Almost) needless to say, I had to hunt my blood pressure meds down to take an extra dose. Not a joke, friends. It got me so hot that I literally felt like I was going to have a heart attack. The nerve of the spineless little bastards, I say that because I refuse to give them balls. They hide. They sneak. And they aim to surprise. Always.
No one around here was expecting anything of the sort. What a fucking slap in the face. A jolt, if you will, of reality. Trust me when I say I don’t need the jolt, I actually live 9/11 every day of my life. But once again, here we go…. WTF….
I moved to the city I’m in for various reasons, though there are several chart-toppers. Comfortability factor, price – smaller town, less traffic. We don’t have the big-city crap that normally goes on here. That being said, my safety guard never decreases as far as locked doors, windows, etc. (yes I realize I live on the third floor). But again, the little asswipes pick their targets – and always, aim for surprise…
Happy Memorial Day, even if it’s post…
Please remember all who have paid the ultimate price for not only our freedom, but the freedom of many countries around the world. Prayers constantly rise for our fallen soldiers and their families – God bless them and I pray he holds them tight in his arms. To our military – thank you for giving your all… so that I may be free.
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.
Adrenaline…
I’ve not been on the computer very much this weekend (my weekend started Friday) and that’s a good thing I know. I’ve had some good down time with the boyfriend and plan to continue that!! I love being off… relaxing and not having an agenda – pretty cool.
My iPhone messed up (I can’t believe I’m writing that) (because Macs don’t mess up). It all started about 3 days ago when it started giving around 3-second delays on literally every command I gave it. I did the normal power-off/on thing and even got rid of a few apps that I thought could be offending it. No go. The delays got longer and longer, then it started sending my calls to voicemail. Texts weren’t even feasible to type, they’d drag ass with the delays and I couldn’t even tell what I’d typed. It was literally making me crazy. I contacted my cousin who is a phone technician and he told me to try the restore feature in iTunes and see if that helped, if not to take it to Apple and they’d replace it since it’s still under a year old – but said to him it sounded like the phone. He really knows what he’s talking about, because the restore didn’t work and we ended up making a trip to the Apple store in Southpark last night. Got me a brand new iPhone, right outta the box. Good thing too because my damn battery was about shot – hopefully this one’ll last me a while. Needless to say iPhones do not get a 5-star rating on their battery life.
I could probably find more to write about today, but there’s only one thing that I’m really itching to write about.
I drove a fucking Corvette yesterday. YEAH BABY!!
Now those of you who actually know me are already aware of the fact that it takes very little in life to please me. I’m not high-maintenance, I abhor drama, I love to laugh, and I can probably be boring at times (neehhh… if you catch me on a bad day). Those of you who know me also know that my car of choice has always been a Corvette. Not only have I never ridden in one (well, except when I was a kid when my uncle used to get a new one every year, I think I might’ve rode or SAT in his once) but I’ve certainly never driven one. Well, mark one down for the Bonster. Not only have I now driven a Corvette, I have the effing fever. You heard it here, folks – if an assload of money dropped in my lap right this second and I could buy just one thing, I would have difficulty deciding between a boat and a Corvette. If the said assload of money dropped down today… I’d hate it for the boat because the Corvette would most certainly win out.
K traded cars for the day/night with his brother, the ‘Vette owner. After the Apple store trip, we swung back by my apartment to resync my iPhone which had to be done on my home Mac. We got down past the grocery stores on 49, and he pulled over in the grass at a redlight and started opening the door. I asked ‘what are you doing?’ to which he replied ‘you’re driving’. Well, he had mentioned me driving it earlier in the day, after verifying I could drive stick. I wasn’t gonna mention it again… I mean it wasn’t even his car, and just to ride in it was prize enough for me. The thought also crossed my mind that he might’ve doubted my ability to drive it, or thought I might be sluggish on a stick, etc. Anyway, it took me all of 3 seconds to jump out of the passenger seat and fly around the back of the car (the shortest route, lol) to the drivers seat.
Being able to drive this car was like a gift to me. I think I surprised K because I just shoved the thing into gear and took off. Sweet little 6-speed with a nice tight gear ratio. I could SO get used to that… the steering wheel hugged the road like I’ve always heard. His brother had the engine rebuilt and I’m not sure of the size, etc. – but I can tell you this thing’ll flat out SCAT, K told me they’ve had it to 140+ on the highway and I can definitely believe it. My God, the pick-up it has, when you’re driving it the engine just screams power. He let me get down on it (actually i didn’t ASK) and I love all those gears and that vicious feeling of power under the pedal. It was a feeling like I’ve never had while driving before until that moment. Umm-hmm… I would venture to compare the euphoria to another pleasurable act, but I’ll keep it G-rated.
So if you didn’t believe me before, you surely do now. It doesn’t take much to please ole’ Bon. Everyone have a magnificent and safe Memorial Day weekend… peace out.
Pre Summer
Wasn’t this a beautiful weekend? Never mind the rain, it seemed to make things even more beautiful. Yesterday the sun came out for most of the afternoon and K and I partook in some quality time beside of (and in) his pool. I didn’t think we’d be able to get in it this early in the year, but it got really hot outside. You could feel the sun literally burning your skin! So today I sport the sunburn from hell – mainly my face got a bit too much.
Saturday morning, we got up and on a whim decided to drive up to the best BBQ place in the world, Woodlands BBQ in Blowing Rock, NC. This place is simply the bomb… and well worth the drive. I honestly can’t say enough good about it.
Okay, we got a little mountain scenery in as well. We parked and walked around the historic town of Blowing Rock. The azaleas are in full burst there, and there are so many beautiful flowers, everywhere! The shops there are the most unique I’ve ever been in. I so love spontaneous day-trips.
Know something else I’ve evolved into doing? Loving a roadtrip with the windows down and my hair blowing. This is something I used to abhor – my hair simply could not get that messed up. Ever. But now… it just doesn’t matter. In fact, I’m so comfortable with it I just may get a scarf for times like this, like Thelma and Louise. If ya think about it, it might even add a little Hollywood theme to the ride. Hey, it’s all about how it makes you feel, right? And I feel damn good. And it feels good to feel damn good…
Azure
I recently ran across these pictures and immediately fell in love with them.
I’m picky about my island pics… they have to possess that certain ‘something’.
Can’t you just get lost in ’em? The beautiful hue of azure, the pillowy clouds… the virgin white sand.
C’mon, admit it… you’d like to be here just as much as I would. Wouldn’t ya?
One day. Yep. One day….
Until then my sweet, I’ll see you in my dreams.
Confidentially speaking
A Confidant: a close friend or associate to whom secrets are confided or with whom private matters and problems are discussed.
We all know one, most of us have one or two. They’re the best friend type. That seemingly loyal person you can always lean on in your time of need, since they seem to never tire of being that rock for you.
Unfortunately sometimes, hidden within that confidant exterior, therein lies a snake. The UNconfidant. This person can come in many varying shades and hues. They may be a family member. They could be someone from your social life. They may be someone you work with. You may or may not have been acquainted with this person for many years, them having earned your trust through a friendship or business association. Sometimes they hide behind religion or other sources.
The UNconfidant will work diligently to finagle information from you. He not only shares your private information freely with others, but will use it against you should it promise to further his own self. He will literally burn a streak in the carpet to reach the destination where he may begin wagging his tongue. Meanwhile, the source is clueless as to the intentions of the slithering UNconfidant.
Be careful, friends – this person may be right under your nose, much closer than you would ever think. The weak need them – the lonely yearn for them – and only the wise can spot them.
Just sittin’ on the outside, lookin’ in….
Life of Bon 
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