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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. 🙂

The Bear…

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!!

Just some observances, and a little rant

I know opinions are like assholes – we all have one. I didn’t make that little ditty up, and it’s very true. But blogging forces out the best in me, as well as the worst. I’d like to I must share my opinion on the spoiled brat little dutch psychopath killer.

Urine vander Shit. And I did make that little ditty up.

Based on the facts I’ve already heard, and presumptions on the ones I haven’t – here’s a quick Bon-take on what really happened.

After meeting Holloway in the casino in Aruba that night, he slipped her a date-rape pill. (The same or similar to the evidence recently found in Flores’ car.) From that time to her death I can only speculate, but I’m all but convinced some sort of date-rape drug was used on Holloway, since that same speculation has already all but been proven on Flores. Note the way she was walking with her head down behind him – and from the video I perceived her to be swaying from side to side a bit more than she should.

He’s already admitted to Flores’ death. Everyone knows his daddy got him off with the lawyers on the Holloway case in Aruba – add to that the fact the Aruban police and officials totally mutilated the case. They handled the whole thing like the amateurs they are. I wouldn’t doubt the stress of all his son put the family through is what killed his father anyway.

I also believe there’s a strong possibility that there are others he killed. Now it comes out that his mere presence in Peru that enabled him to kill Flores was most likely caused by our own Feds funding to vander Shit for him to tour the world. Twenty-five grand, in fact. It’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard in my life. The US was the Enabler. Plain and simple.

Once again I present to you – our government, at it’s best.

Friday yet?

No material today, so thought I’d throw in a laugh or two. Hopefully.

Poor fella. Wish I were him.

Mind your manners.

You GO, studmuffin.

Caption already noted.

This guy gets my vote for ‘funniest face of the year’.

The last end-result of the catastrophic Gulf oil spill.

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

Murky water

I recently resolved myself to the fact that I wouldn’t write anything if I didn’t have anything to talk about. I don’t like to hear myself talk that much. So….

Here’s my little poem for the day.

I want ☀
Instead I have  ☂
I’ll give you the ☽
If you’ll put me on a ✈

Okay, I should’ve quit while I was ahead.

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.

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.

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.

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?

A live one

I once again received a very informative email from my Dad, well worthy of sharing in a blog. To say this sickens me to the point of revulsion is the understatement of the year.

Everyone in the US needs to see these pictures and read the captions. This only represents a sliver of what the US is currently dealing with in one bordering state (and people, these pictures were taken back in 2007) – you can use your imagination for other borders. My money’s on the fact that the others aren’t in any better condition.

As always, I fact-checked the authenticity of the content and the whereabouts of pictures. Unfortunately, it checks out.

Hello, everyone out there! We here in Arizona know you’re boycotting us – but you really should come out here and see our Beautiful Sonoran Desert.

It’s just gorgeous right now! We know you’d love it and maybe you can share what you saw with the rest of the country so they can love it too!

This is on an ‘illegal super-highway’ from Mexico to the USA (Tucson) used by human smugglers.

This area is located in a wash, approximately 1.5 miles long, just south of Tucson, Arizona. If a flood came, all this would be washed to the river and then onto the sea!

It is estimated over 5,000 discarded backpacks are in this wash. Countless water containers, food wrappers, clothing, feces, including thousands of soiled baby diapers. And as you can see in this picture, fresh footprints leading right into it.

As we kept walking down the wash, we thought for sure it was going to end, but around every corner was more and more trash !

And of course the trail leading out of the wash in our city, heads directly NORTH to Tucson, then leads to your town tomorrow.

They’ve already come through here. Isn’t Arizona just beautiful, America? Why would you boycott us???

You see, our desert has basically been turned into a landfill. The trash left behind by people illegally crossing our border is yet another Environmental Disaster to hit the USA.

If these actions had been done in one of our Northwest Forests or Seashore National Parks areas, there would be an uprising of the American people…..but this is the Arizona-Mexican border.

You won’t see these pictures on CNN, ABC, NBC or the Arizona Republic Repugnant newspaper. Nor will they mention the disease that comes from the uncovered human waste left in our desert. You will, however, see it aired on Fox News.

But with respect to CNN, ABC & NBC, they do offer us “Special Reports” on cheating celebrity spouses….

The Snake Whisperer

Snakes in general terrify me, and I hate them. I don’t want to hear about how beneficial black, corn and king snakes are – or the fact that they’re non-poisonous. They’re the stuff my nightmares are made of, and I could definitely see myself having a coronary over one. About five years ago, I stepped on a baby copperhead in my house **YES I SAID IN MY HOUSE** and I’m still not over that. Did I mention I was barefoot?

My boyfriend has had several recent encounters with black snakes which I think he rather enjoys. In each instance, he’ll ‘rescue them by moving them (by hand) to a tree or another part of his yard.

Last week’s instance (these are his pictures… I told him that second one was Nat Geo material):

Lo and behold, Saturday night here came another one (a different one) on the wrought iron railing of his porch. Once again, K gathers it up and places it ‘safely’ back in a tree. The thing was obviously looking for some eggs or baby birds, as it was about 4 feet from both when he happened upon it.

Sunday morning, we woke up to this in the kitchen window (taken through a screen with my cell phone, so it’s grainy):

Upon further inspection outside, he’s pretty sure this is the same one from his porch Saturday night. Now, I’m telling the truth here when I say that snake was gazing at K adoringly, almost lovingly; as lovingly as a snake can look, anyway. It’s almost as though it was thanking him for not killing him the previous night.

Right before camping out by the pool for the afternoon, he saw a mockingbird chasing another one away across the back yard. Ugghh.

All I can say is, word’s really getting around throughout the snake community that this is the yard to go to. C’mon over, buds!! Plenty ‘o bird life, and Massa’ won’t kill ya here…

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.

Raising Arizona

I’ve been reading up on Mexican president’s Felipe Calderon’s visit to the US. He’s been ripping on the new Arizona immigration laws, though what he doesn’t acknowledge is the fact that the new AZ laws are not so very different from Mexico’s own immigration laws.

Illegal immigrants in Mexico typically hail from Central America. Mexico has repeatedly been cited by human rights groups for abusing or turning a blind eye to the abuse of illegal immigrants – which has included physical abuse, rape and kidnappings. Mexican police did little to stop this, and were well-known to seek bribes from suspects who wanted to avoid jail.

Until recently, Mexican law made illegal immigration a criminal offense. Anyone arrested for such a violation could be fined, imprisoned for up to two years and deported. Mexican lawmakers changed that in 2008 to make illegal immigration a civil violation like it is currently in the US, but their law still reads an awful lot like Arizona’s.

“It is a law that not only ignores a reality that cannot be erased by decree but also introduces a terrible idea using racial profiling as a basis for law enforcement,” Calderon said. That smells funny to me. For one, AZ law specifically states several times throughout the bill that absolutely no racial profiling will be allowed. Secondly, Mexican law states that law enforcement officials are ‘required to demand that foreigners prove their legal presence in the country before attending to any issues’. Something also smells rank in the fact that Napolitano and Holder were among the first to blast the ammendments to AZ law, but had yet to actually read it. Have you read the new AZ senate bill? I have. Read here.

Dude… our first lady and YOUR first lady can’t even speak to a randomly-picked small group of second-graders without a little girl slipping the fact that her mother is here illegally. Watch video here.

I’ve said it a thousand times before – a spade is a spade is a spade. If I went to any of these countries – Iraq, Iran, Korea, Africa, Mexico, etc. – I would not only be tolerant of profiling, but would expect it. We are the only country I know of that doesn’t incorporate some sort of profiling in not only border security, but airport and homeland security as well. Get over the fear of offending someone already!! There’s no other countries out there worried about offending US!!

I received the following list in an email from my Dad, who informed me it seemed like blog material. I wholeheartedly agreed. Provided, of  course, I could run with it. 😆

I must show ID when:

1. Pulled over by the police
2. Making purchases on my department store credit card.
3. When I show up for a doctor’s appointment.
4. When filling out a credit card or loan application.
5. When applying for/renewing a driver’s license or passport.
6. When applying for any kind of insurance.
7. When filling out college applications.
8. When donating blood.
9. When obtaining certain prescription drugs.
10. When making some debit purchases, especially if I’m out of state.
11. When collecting a boarding pass for airline or train travel.
12. To prove I’m of age for alcohol purchase or consumption.

I’m sure there are more instances but the point is, we citizens are required to prove who we are virtually every day.

Why should people illegally in this country be exempt? For that matter, perhaps the liberals here can answer the question as to why we shouldn’t guard our borders as closely as every other country in the world does?

ARIZONA, I’ve become a fan. Go Governer Brewer. You stand strong now….