Hurricane Days

Go Alex! 8am has him up to 90mph. Way higher than many would have given him a few short days back when he lingered off the coast of Jax. A really good start for the season. No wimpy, kinda sorta maybe barely a Tropical Storm. Nope... the real thing. A Hurricane.

Great morning shots of the beach on TWC. Dark morning sky...threatening towering clouds, waves rolling in.. bigger waves today. Waves of a Cane..not a boy but a man.

Alex ain't no boy ...no more. Matured.. past that odd age of puberty where boys piss you off and act like idiots into a swirling, exciting storm to watch on the radar.. likes to be photographed. Not a shy Cane.

But what Alex does and how much he strengthens may ultimately have a lot to say about what Bonnie does and where Bonnie goes.

No...she doesn't have a name right now.

My gosh..she isn't even a Tropical Depression.
But she will be.
How do I know.
I know. We all know.

Ever play with someone online...well have someone play games with you?

You know...they invent a new name when they are bored and want to play make believe. Not be "on the record" and just play?

Oh come on...I'm sure you have. If not.. you are lacking in creative friends.. how nice that YOU have a functional life. lol..

Anyway...so like someone comes on.. you know who they are.. they are making up things that you have both said a million times but pretending to use a different accent, wearing a fake mustache and glasses. You know that Clark Kent fantasy that all boys have.. put on a pair of glasses and you can seduce the smart girl of your dreams and outsmart her..

So... you play along a little bit. You know where you are going. You know who you are talking to even if they are using some odd code name.. with numbers and colors ...because you KNOW. You can read the signs.. but you play this little game to make someone happy, to enjoy yourself, because you know its just a matter of time before they unmask themself and there you are... eye to eye... looking deep into the eyes of a Storm .... a sexy storm.

So...here we are this morning. Waiting for the big men at the NHC to read the signs, while they are busy trying to deal with a strengthening Hurricane dancing just barely offshore an area populated with summer guests and party goers.. We can excuse them if they have their hands full and put off dealing with the signs that show that TD2...Bonnie has arrived.

Because...they know.. we know.. we are just waiting for her to get her badge, her ID..

So... we let Alex do his macho thing and admire his muscles, physique.. sexy hair and those eyes.. wow.. and Bonnie waits..slowly building, slowly and sneaky and taking her time so that she doesn't come tooo fast... before she should..so she can enjoy the show a little longer and not take any path easily out to sea.. She wants to have fun..she wants to see the islands, flirt, play, dance to a tropical song.. Nope... she can wait, good things come to those who wait.. haven't you heard?

So... when the signs are read...we will stop pretending... and we will say Hello Bonnie..

For now... Hello Hurricane Alex.. each storm must have its day.
Sometime today or tomorrow .. Bonnie will get her membership card into the elite class of 2004.
Take a peak and then enjoy the song...
http://hadar.cira.colostate.edu/ramsdis/online/Lasttrpg8wvL.html
I'd fix the lyrics up a bit but time is short and am playing here with someone tropically speaking and need to go now ;) Bobbi



Signs
The Five Man Electrical Band
And the sign said "Long-haired freaky people need not apply"
So I tucked my hair up under my hat and I went in to ask him why He said "You look like a fine upstanding young man, I think you'll do" So I took off my hat, I said "Imagine that. Huh! Me workin' for you!" Whoa-oh-oh Sign, sign, everywhere a sign Blockin' out the scenery, breakin' my mind Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign? And the sign said anybody caught trespassin' would be shot on sight So I jumped on the fence and-a yelled at the house, "Hey! What gives you the right?" "To put up a fence to keep me out or to keep mother nature in" "If God was here he'd tell you to your face, Man, you're some kinda sinner" Sign, sign, everywhere a sign Blockin' out the scenery, breakin' my mind Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign? Now, hey you, mister, can't you read? You've got to have a shirt and tie to get a seat You can't even watch, no you can't eat You ain't supposed to be here The sign said you got to have a membership card to get inside Ugh!