Dr. Gray's April 2005 Report.. Hurricane Intensive Post to follow...

http://hurricane.atmos.colostate.edu/Forecasts/2005/april2005/

Well.. nice reading if you are awake or have the time. Takes time to read through the report. The main gyst of it was...is... (future tense related here)... seems this year should be a stronger hurricane year, more hurricanes, more hurricane days, more INTENSE hurricane days.. how intense can you get?

Lost in hurricane statistics and thoughts.

Oh LOOK!! Bobbi is quiet tonight. How odd, how strange, how worrisome lol.

Nah.. never worry, be happy.

Been one of those days, end of March on the verge of April and Spring here..
Spring has sprung.. first time in my life I don't remember actually reading my own fortune cookie. I must have glanced at it.. I just don't remember it. So wierd.

Happy Hurricanes.. Bobbi

Hurricane Trackers and Weather Fanatics

We are a strange group.

A good group if you ask me but... strange in ways.
Very hard to define exactly what we do or what we mean by "weather fanatic" though its easier to say Hurricane Tracker or Hurricane Chaser.

A weather fanatic is anyone who leaves their desk in a busy office to stand by the window and stare at the rain come down. Who notices a front hanging low on the horizon, dark and heavy against an otherwise quiet sky and we wait for it to rush through, come closer and watch what chaos will ensue. Sometimes the front slips through fast.. the sky becomes darkened, heavy ladden with rain and change and other times.. little features form at the base of the front and look like mini tornadoes and other times... it just gets cold. But either way..the weather fanatic will stand there staring, wondering, waiting.. for weather to change.

Maybe we all just like change. We like the excitement. A heavy snowfall. An ice storm. A foggy morning. Something different.

Often we look boring, semi-normal. My son's girlfriend's mother was talking to me the other day. Sweet lady, short curly hair, comfortably fit out in her favorite shorts and short sleeve shirt driving car pool and busy with her gardening. You'd think her hobby would be baking cakes or quilting. Upon hearing I track she suddenly lights up excitedly, feels around in the side pocket of her car door and pulls out her ever ready Hurricane Map that she takes EVERYWHERE. Is that cool/cute or what? May I point out here it was December. Not a hurricane insight anywhere but she had that map ready... to look at, to remember... just to have it like Linus and his blanket. I like her. A nice lady... a great tracker!

I have this room, my bedroom... all decorated in cool tropical shades of blues and aqua. Windchimes, colored glass bottles, photographs of the Keys and miscellaneous things here and there. Very feminine, very me... on top of the wicker table during the office season next to my books is.............a big hurricane chart/map standing against the wall. During the REAL season from June to Novemeber the other two or three will come out. For trackers.. more is always better when it comes to hurricane maps. Some show countries better, others show geographic features, some have boring fonts and little lines, some have more cities featured... some are just better than others.

We aren't crazy looking freaks. Most look sort of boring like your neighborhood accountant, which actually is good if you have a head for math and figures and I have met some real cute accountants but you know what I mean... by looking at them you wouldn't think they have read every story on death and destruction from the 28 or 35 Cane.. who knows? Right around your corner, over your shoulder Stephen King could be staring at you ..breathing down your back looking for his next morbid mystery with some terrifying twister about to descend on some spooky little town in Oklahoma. Me thinks Mr. Stephen is a weather fanatic but what do I know?

Me?

Well.. baseball season is about to start so I can watch the Red Sox. I have a best friend in Maine I promised to visit before the season gets nasty and a best friend in Macon I promised I'll take tranquilizers and come and see (I have issues with Georgia) and between now and June (or May 15th if you count the EPAC season) I will try and find things to amuse myself with..

Am I a weather fanatic? yes.. always have been. Earliest hurricane memories are standing by the window as a little, little girl watching the rain come down from Donna. Locked in, couldn't go play with my little cousin who lived next door and being yelled at to go away from the window :)

Weather fanatics.. no one understands us.. Except of course another weather fanatic.

Great site for the day
http://wwwa.accuweather.com/adcbin/public/radarplus_gallery.asp?gallery=040916

better site.. can get lost looking into that eye..
http://wwwa.accuweather.com/adcbin/public/radarplus_gallery.asp?gallery=040916

Sharon wants to know when "THE REPORT" is coming out. She's getting antsy up there at the top end of the Hurricane Zone.

Jay, my brother in Greece wants to know "sooo, what do you hear?"

We are all getting a little antsy. I'll try to stay out of trouble.

And... as long as the beeman and Clark suffers soulfully far away from me out on the Prairie.. I'll be fine. Not real happy with Clark these days.. getting curious about Lex Luthor.. now THERES a Weather Fanatic for ya!!

love ya all
bobbi (LoIsss)

Hurricane Trackers and Weather Fanatics

We are a strange group.

A good group if you ask me but... strange in ways.
Very hard to define exactly what we do or what we mean by "weather fanatic" though its easier to say Hurricane Tracker or Hurricane Chaser.

A weather fanatic is anyone who leaves their desk in a busy office to stand by the window and stare at the rain come down. Who notices a front hanging low on the horizon, dark and heavy against an otherwise quiet sky and we wait for it to rush through, come closer and watch what chaos will ensue. Sometimes the front slips through fast.. the sky becomes darkened, heavy ladden with rain and change and other times.. little features form at the base of the front and look like mini tornadoes and other times... it just gets cold. But either way..the weather fanatic will stand there staring, wondering, waiting.. for weather to change.

Maybe we all just like change. We like the excitement. A heavy snowfall. An ice storm. A foggy morning. Something different.

Often we look boring, semi-normal. My son's girlfriend's mother was talking to me the other day. Sweet lady, short curly hair, comfortably fit out in her favorite shorts and short sleeve shirt driving car pool and busy with her gardening. You'd think her hobby would be baking cakes or quilting. Upon hearing I track she suddenly lights up excitedly, feels around in the side pocket of her car door and pulls out her ever ready Hurricane Map that she takes EVERYWHERE. Is that cool/cute or what? May I point out here it was December. Not a hurricane insight anywhere but she had that map ready... to look at, to remember... just to have it like Linus and his blanket. I like her. A nice lady... a great tracker!

I have this room, my bedroom... all decorated in cool tropical shades of blues and aqua. Windchimes, colored glass bottles, photographs of the Keys and miscellaneous things here and there. Very feminine, very me... on top of the wicker table during the office season next to my books is.............a big hurricane chart/map standing against the wall. During the REAL season from June to Novemeber the other two or three will come out. For trackers.. more is always better when it comes to hurricane maps. Some show countries better, others show geographic features, some have boring fonts and little lines, some have more cities featured... some are just better than others.

We aren't crazy looking freaks. Most look sort of boring like your neighborhood accountant, which actually is good if you have a head for math and figures and I have met some real cute accountants but you know what I mean... by looking at them you wouldn't think they have read every story on death and destruction from the 28 or 35 Cane.. who knows? Right around your corner, over your shoulder Stephen King could be staring at you ..breathing down your back looking for his next morbid mystery with some terrifying twister about to descend on some spooky little town in Oklahoma. Me thinks Mr. Stephen is a weather fanatic but what do I know?

Me?

Well.. baseball season is about to start so I can watch the Red Sox. I have a best friend in Maine I promised to visit before the season gets nasty and a best friend in Macon I promised I'll take tranquilizers and come and see (I have issues with Georgia) and between now and June (or May 15th if you count the EPAC season) I will try and find things to amuse myself with..

Am I a weather fanatic? yes.. always have been. Earliest hurricane memories are standing by the window as a little, little girl watching the rain come down from Donna. Locked in, couldn't go play with my little cousin who lived next door and being yelled at to go away from the window :)

Weather fanatics.. no one understands us.. Except of course another weather fanatic.

Great site for the day
http://wwwa.accuweather.com/adcbin/public/radarplus_gallery.asp?gallery=040916

better site.. can get lost looking into that eye..
http://wwwa.accuweather.com/adcbin/public/radarplus_gallery.asp?gallery=040916

Sharon wants to know when "THE REPORT" is coming out. She's getting antsy up there at the top end of the Hurricane Zone.

Jay, my brother in Greece wants to know "sooo, what do you hear?"

We are all getting a little antsy. I'll try to stay out of trouble.

And... as long as the beeman and Clark suffers soulfully far away from me out on the Prairie.. I'll be fine. Not real happy with Clark these days.. getting curious about Lex Luthor.. now THERES a Weather Fanatic for ya!!

love ya all
bobbi (LoIsss)

Image of the Day

I'm so sneaky....

So... this is the image for the day. Mostly because I want to be able to take a look at it later and find it fast. Happy Monday. I don't want to do what I have been doing over and over. I'm not a happy camper. I am rebellious as hell today and it will be a minor miracle if I walk the straight and narrow and don't bolt somewhere.

http://hadar.cira.colostate.edu/ramsdis/online/Lasttrpg8wvL.html

Beautiful Lyrics.. Windmills of Your Mind

And.. thank you my favorite bud for sending me that song on one of your many beautiful wonderful CDs you make me and for sending me the Sting version, cause I love Sting though I usually think of the girl version.. either way, any and every version is beautiful.

Sting

The Windmills Of Your Mind

by Unknown
Round,Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on its face
And the world is like an apple
Spinning silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half-forgotten dream
Like the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on its face
And the world is like an apple
Spinning silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly?
Was it something that I said?
Lovers walk along a shore
And leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway
Or the fragment of a song
Half-remembered names and faces
but to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the colour of her hair?
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Another good song.. no reason, amused me

JO JO

Jojo was a man who thought he was a loner
But he knew it couldn’t last.
Jojo left his home in Tucson, Arizona
For some California Grass.
Get back, get back.
Get back to where you once belonged
Get back, get back.
Get back to where you once belonged.
Get back Jojo. Go home
Get back, get back.
Back to where you once belonged
Get back, get back.
Back to where you once belonged.
Get back Jo.
Sweet Loretta Martin thought she was a woman
But she was another man
All the girls around her say she’s got it coming
But she gets it while she can.
Get back, get back.
Get back to where you once belonged
Get back, get back.
Get back to where you once belonged.
Get back Loretta. Go home
Get back, get back.
Get back to where you once belonged
Get back, get back.
Get back to where you once belonged.
Get home Loretta
Your mother’s waiting for you
Wearing her high-heel shoes
And her low-neck sweater
Get on home Loretta
Get back, get back.
Get back to where you once belonged.

Wishing I was on Caroline Street Tonight

So where was I before my crazy weather friend made me click through one screen after enough freaking out over a ton of tornado warnings all across Alabama, Mississippi and Northern Florida?

Alabama... Jimmy Buffett.

I was going to explain that Chloe's Wall of the Wierd has nothing on my life. It would fall down like the Walls of Jericho because my life is wierder than anything Smallville (which btw is filmed in CANADA........NOT Kansas!)

So............. way back when.. in the land of highschool and a time that was where the seeds of the wierdness began..

We used to go on a Saturday night.. as soon as we could get out of Westchester, into the Gables to a Coffee House called THE FLICK. For the price of a bad movie we could see great performers, some famous.. some yet to be famous perform every saturday night, at the Edge of the campus of the University of Miami where years ago the hurricane center was... was a little coffeehouse with a big awning with big letters that said THE FLICK (cut and paste that with a diff font and think on it) and... sometimes someone famous like Melanie or one of Willie's outlaw folk types would play and sometimes Uncle Dirty would sing about meatballs rolling down the stairs and out the door and other very dirty lyrics that I didn't get but Ed did. And.. it was long and dark and every six feet or so hung a different stained glass tiffany type lamp, with little round tables where four people would sit drinking a whacky fruit punch served in a tall plastic, fake crsytal cut vase sort of thing that served as a pitcher with four very long tall straws when we were young and didnt worry about sharing drinks with eachother. Or you could sit in the dark red booths that ran the length of the dark coffee house and stare up at the victorian looking semi naked looking ladies that looked like they were caught between a bordello and posing for a cigar box top.. or stare into your boyfriend's eyes.

And... you could sit and watch Jimmy Buffett perform with some of his earliest Coral Reefer friends who were yet to be the Coral Reefers sing about Ellis Dee and other kinds of songs like... Why Don't We Get Drunk and Screw or .. The Christian.

Great times.. great place... great boys.. great Ceasers Ghosts which is what this whole Mercury Retrograde thingie is all about... not to mention a New Moon/Full Moon in Pisces that was so kickass it kicked me in my brain and heart and I've fallen and I can't get up.

okay..enough song cues here..

Suffice it to say... this is one great song.. and more so.. the lyrics..

No...I'm not being disrespectful on Erev Easter here.. no.. not at all. Just love the lyrics about a darvon compound and stumbling out onto the street trying to find Faustos.. perfect. Absolutely perfect.

So.. enjoy.. my sentiments tonight followed by the Woman on Caroline Street.

********************************
MY HEAD HURTS, MY FEET STINK AND I DON'T LOVE JESUS Jimmy Buffett
My head hurts, my feet stink and I don't love Jesus.
It's that kind of mornin',
really was that kind of night.
Tryin' to tell myself that my
condition is improvin' and if I don't
die by Thursday I'll be roarin' Friday night.

Went down to the snake pit,
to drink a little beer.
Listened to the juke box,
oh, it's comin' in clear.
All of a sudden I wasn't alone
pickin' country music with old Joe Bones.
Duval Street was rockin',
my eyes they started poppin'!
Because there she sat at the corner of the bar,
as I broke another string on my old guitar.
Someone call a cab.
Lady won't you pay my tab?

(First Verse)

Got to get a little orange juice,
And a Darvon for my head.
I can't spend all day,
Baby, layin' in bed.
I'm goin' down to Fausto's
to get some chocolate milk.
Can't spend my life in your sheets of silk
I've got to find my way
Crawl out and greet the day.

(Repeat First Verse)



Got to get a little orange juice,
And a Darvon for my head.
I can't spend all day,
Baby, layin' in bed.
I'm goin' down to Fausto's
to get some chocolate milk.

Got to get a little orange juice,
And a Darvon for my head.
I can't spend all day,
Baby, layin' in bed.
I'm goin' down to Fausto's
to get a strawberry kiwi yogurt
and some rainforest green mountain coffee.

*******************
WOMAN GOIN' CRAZY ON CAROLINE STREET
Chorus
There's a woman goin' crazy on Caroline street
Stoppin' every man that she does meet
Sayin' if you be gentle, if you be sweet
I'll show you my place on Caroline street

She claimed in a loud voice to be a dancer
But I don't think she's cut a rug in years
Listens to the juke box for her answers
Slowly guzzles twenty-five cent beers
Talks about the men she's known and then some
She's seen them in her dreams and on the street
She slides her dapper legs from beneath the table
As if to reveal some kind of treat

Chorus

Her lover left her stranded in Jamaica
And just right now she can't recall his name
Perceiving she is the center of attention
And all the lurking eyes they look the same
Weather's got the shrimpers in a frenzy
They're horny and don't need a good excuse
Someone yells and things just start erupting
In a flash all hell has broken loose

Chorus

When I woke up and looked around the bar room
She was gone and I was black and blue
So be careful when you go to swing your partner
`Cause someone might just take a swing at you

Happy Purim!

I wrote this great post on what Purim really means and the value of it and I lost it.

So...........reCapping here.........

The value of Purim lies not in the story or the message as much as the fact that it was recorded and every year we remember it.

Lots of great stories happen in real life... they have great messages, a few people learn from them and then they are forgotten. Great stories are happening every day, great miracles too!

What makes Purim special?

The Megillah. The Story. It was recorded.. for history to remember and read.

It has the world's most beautiful heroine (Queen Esther) and it has the world's most righteous tzaddick.. great holy man.. good guy (Mordechai) and it has a mean, boooo, bad guy villain named Haman who had this particular fetish for wearing triangular hats. HAHA.. sort of like Napolean.. odd funny thought. Need to do research on that one. Where's Yaffah when you need her? Interesting little trivia on Jewish History. And... a hunky, handsome King who either falls in great love or lust or adoration for the beautiful Queen and will give her up to half his kingdom (stupid he wasnt.. not the whole kingdom lol) and like a Dues Ex Machina from heaven he helps to resolve the problem at the end (Charles Weinstein somewhere in Boston would appreciate that) and King comes down.. Esther triumphs..the Jewish People are saved and live on to be harrassed again in the future by another H man but... and in that case they survive. We are survivors.

We overcame the Inquisition.. we overcame near annilation in Persia.. we survived the Holocaust. And, we will keep on surviving.

But Purim is different because there is a Megillas Esther... it was recorded. We read it every year... and remember.

RECORDED
REMEMBERED

Now its time to drink a Lchaim... be merry, be happy and just friggin be happy.

Happy Purim... Remember, if a tree falls in the forest and there is no one to record that it happened... no one will ever remember, years from now.

The power of writing, publishing and a faithful public who loves to re-read a classic.

My own choice for Queen Esther this year is a woman named Yaffah!
Who makes me smile and believes in the power of love and history and the eternal journey home.. the gathering back of the Jews in Exile.. before the coming days of Moshiah!

Serve the Lord With Joy... today and always
Bobbi

Some People Are MILES Above the Rest

Let me tell YOU something... yeah YOU.. the one who is "doing it" in YKwhos words.

Peter is miles above anything you will ever hope or attempt to be. Peter is a MENTSCH. A real, honest to goodness Mentsch beyond explanation or description. Maybe he hides behind a coat of many colors or terms bandied about such as scatological but thats a facade and never ever would he stoop so low as to play games that play with people's minds. Mind games.

No Peter's games are up front and very in your face and have to tell you something.. he laughs with the joke.. with you, not at you. And, he would never do anything that would make a person go totally miskabboble... or worry or wonder. Just laugh.

And, you know what? The world can use a whole lot more laughter.

Happy endings are not about having your heart and nerves ripped apart into little pieces on the way to "someday" and "happily ever after"

NO SIRREE.

So... play your stupid games. Let your games begin but never end.

But, if I am laughing its not at your manipulations of people across a chess board geographically and all your little sources of information. If I am laughing its at warmth and friendship. And, sweet puppy dog eyes that look so damn sweet when they turn their head that wierd way and smile like a little child amused at the world but the amusement is not AT someone.. its at the wonder that the world is...

HE is a mensch.
A Sweet...sweet man.

And, he's not afraid to travel across the world or country or road down the road and actually look someone in their eyes as opposed to from high up above where ever you look from.

Happy Purim.

Who you sending next? Nieces? Nephews???? Why don't you send the whole nut case family???? While you are at it.. sure someone needs a job... find them a job at the library.. maybe they can pick up the poop from that stupid dog that people read to...

happy happy
i plan on getting very happy later, turning down the sound and having a very nice Purim.

Lchaim.

And...God bless Peter. One person I can rely on to be an inspiration in my life.
Man. He understands Karma. Do you?

Bad Vibe Days.. violent wxr in georgia

A lot to say but not in the mood to say too much because I promised Caleb that I would try and be nice and not lose my temper and say things I regret so I will talk in code... so THEY know what I mean.

The weather in Georgia couldn't get violent enough but then it would be a waste seeing as when a tree falls in the forest and no one is there to hear it.. its a good waste of good hail.

What's with Drudge today? He has something against Ojibwe people? NativeNazi??? Any Ojibwe's ever do anything to him? He is such a complicated man hiding under all of those hats not to mention those dark sunglasses.. I don't think so but who knows really. Think its sad beyond words that our great Anglo culture has been able to convey the best of what Europe has had to offer. Glorification of Hitler. No, we couldn't leave the wonderful Ojibwe people alone to be the beautiful native people they are.. we had to drag them all over northern America, after making sure they appreciated the wonders of alcohol and welfare we taught them trades in big cities and gave them our wonderful western culture. Personally.. I like Ojibwe's the way they are.. smile NATURAL. Like they needed our religion and our isms as opposed to their own belief system. Like they need Drudge being "cute" .. sad, really really sad. Shower them with love, they deserve it and we owe them an apology for ...for... underestimating them. As the Eagles said.. "get over it"

Yeah.. wasn't happy about the shootings at Red Lake. Hope it didn't affect anyone who knows anyone I know even if it is a different state but near by. :( sad

Sad like the fact that some lady who wanted to leave her husband but didn't was found close to death under such initial suspicious conditions that it was originally labeled a "possible homicide" gets denied medical care and rehab after her husband that she didn't leave gets money on a law case based on her not being able to be rehabed... and we never found out why she had at least 4 broken bones not related to her collapse and the man who she wanted to leave but didn't but did go to mass every sunday and youd think someone who went to Mass every sunday would most likely go by party line catholism which means.. food and water. She didn't have a swallow test since 92 even though in 97 she was drinking/eating pudding by spoon and my father had a swallow test anytime his next of kin asked.. which we did out of hope..

This is not about whether you want to live or die in her condition, its about whether she wanted to and frankly.. I don't believe her "husband" and if anyone has dragged this case through the courts its him. Let her parents have her.. move on like he has. What possible motivation does he have for her dying? Move on, get a life, let her parents and family care for her since they want to.. What skin off his back is it of his? On that Drudge was right Sunday night.. makes you wonder WHY its so important to him she dies. When she was first ill... he didn't remember she wanted to die.. he kept her alive and suddenly he has a change of faith and memory? Something stinks there big time. And, too many people have this attitude like she's some silly woman who was worried about her weight? why? Probably to please her husband who according to SEVERAL people say he used to add and subtract her mileage to and from work to make sure she didn't go anywhere else after work Can you spell
A B U S I V E and C O N T R O L L I N G??? I can.

Think the phrase was give me liberty or death. Not give me liberty which equals death.

Going to go rest, I don't feel well today and am fighting off a cold or something.

MEGWETCH Bobbi

Favorite Site

Favorite Site: http://weather.unisys.com/satellite/sat_wv_east_loop-12.html

Hold onto that here Bobbi...then you can find it anywhere you may roam.

Smart gir!

gotta run
Bobbi
a bit windy here, hope you like the weather you got.. you're stuck with it
unless you decide to go where the weather soothes your soul ... then again
some people like to suffer.. gives them something to complain about!

Bobbi Wants to Run Away Today

Can't get up to the Redsox game.. too far up the coast.
Can't get down to Key West..too far down the coast.
Can't go where my mind would like to go.. too far away

So will figure it out... always do...
can't talk, can't think
way too blue
or playful

chow for now Bobbi

Go listen to Bill :P


Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
It's not warm when she's away
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
and she's always gone too long
Anytime she goes away

Wonder this time where she's gone
Wonder if she's gonna stay
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
and this house just ain't no home
anytime she goes away


And I know, I know...


Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
Only darkness everyday
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
and this house just ain't no home
anytime she goes away

To Eddie and Jay on a rainy night in Florida

A beautiful, wonderful rain washed all my cares away.

Ain't no sunshine.. not today

Rain... wonderful rain.

And, on top of the rain.. we had thunder and lightning.
Rumbling, booming... far away and close by. Night fell and the sky lit up with distant lighting.

No hail.

Rained so much Sharon called from Maine to ask how the rain was..

The rain was cold... so cold, but it looked like summer rain.

Looks can be deceiving.. can't they.

So can online screen names and message board posters.

But, you know what? Nothing really matters.

Finally, after a long week of feeling like I got kicked in the gut and winded.. the sun went away, aint no sunshine when she's gone.. and I went away and I'm back.
And, I can breathe again.

Thank you to Harmon for keeping me watching the fence.. and knowing which side of the fence to stay on and.. to Hurricane City for making me smile and like a life line to the season, to the future... tethered a bit there with talk of Ingrid and thunderstorms over Florida and other weather related matter.

Thank you for Green Eggs and Ham.. or Corned Beef lol.

Love a rainy night as the late great Eddie used to sing...
and my brother Jay who is a rabbit astrologically. Learned the other day at lunch that I should find myself a rabbit and be happy... we seem to get along. He's a rabbit. I have a good friend in California, a real bud.. who is a rabbit. My daughter is one. My friend at work.. my one remaining friend who hasn't taken off for Maine or Macon. She goes back to Jamaica and I may go with her.

So.. to Eddie from the past and Jay who is forever my bro.. and to Desperado somewhere who refuses to get off his fence I dedicate this song.

To Eddie Rabbit :)

Well, I love a rainy night
I love a rainy night
I love to hear the thunder
Watch the lightning
When it lights up the sky
You know it makes me feel good

Well, I love a rainy night
It's such a beautiful sight
I love to feel the rain
On my face
Taste the rain on my lips
In the moonlight shadow

Showers washed
All my cares away
I wake up to a sunny day
'Cos I love a rainy night
Yeah, I love a rainy night
Well, I love a rainy night
Well, I love a rainy night

Ooh-ooh

I love a rainy night
I love a rainy night
I love to hear the thunder
Watch the lightning
When it lights up the sky
You know it makes me feel good

Well, I love a rainy night
It's such a beautiful sight
I love to feel the rain
On my face
To taste the rain on my lips
In the moonlight shadows

Puts a song
In this heart of mine
Puts a smile on my face every time

'Cos I love a rainy night
Yeah, I love a rainy night
Ooh, I love a rainy night
Yeah, I love a rainy night

Ooh-ooh

---- Instrumental Interlude ----

Showers washed
All my cares away
I wake up to a sunny day
'Cos I love a rainy night
Yeah, I love a rainy night
Well, I love a rainy night
I love a rainy night
Well, I love a rainy night
You can see it in my eyes
Yeah, I love a rainy night
Well, it makes me high
Ooh, I love a rainy night
You know I do, yeah, yeah
I love a rainy night

I love a rainy night
You can see it in my eyes..

To Eddie and Jay on a rainy night in Florida

A beautiful, wonderful rain washed all my cares away.

Ain't no sunshine.. not today

Rain... wonderful rain.

And, on top of the rain.. we had thunder and lightning.
Rumbling, booming... far away and close by. Night fell and the sky lit up with distant lighting.

No hail.

Rained so much Sharon called from Maine to ask how the rain was..

The rain was cold... so cold, but it looked like summer rain.

Looks can be deceiving.. can't they.

So can online screen names and message board posters.

But, you know what? Nothing really matters.

Finally, after a long week of feeling like I got kicked in the gut and winded.. the sun went away, aint no sunshine when she's gone.. and I went away and I'm back.
And, I can breathe again.

Thank you to Harmon for keeping me watching the fence.. and knowing which side of the fence to stay on and.. to Hurricane City for making me smile and like a life line to the season, to the future... tethered a bit there with talk of Ingrid and thunderstorms over Florida and other weather related matter.

Thank you for Green Eggs and Ham.. or Corned Beef lol.

Love a rainy night as the late great Eddie used to sing...
and my brother Jay who is a rabbit astrologically. Learned the other day at lunch that I should find myself a rabbit and be happy... we seem to get along. He's a rabbit. I have a good friend in California, a real bud.. who is a rabbit. My daughter is one. My friend at work.. my one remaining friend who hasn't taken off for Maine or Macon. She goes back to Jamaica and I may go with her.

So.. to Eddie from the past and Jay who is forever my bro.. and to Desperado somewhere who refuses to get off his fence I dedicate this song.

To Eddie Rabbit :)

Well, I love a rainy night
I love a rainy night
I love to hear the thunder
Watch the lightning
When it lights up the sky
You know it makes me feel good

Well, I love a rainy night
It's such a beautiful sight
I love to feel the rain
On my face
Taste the rain on my lips
In the moonlight shadow

Showers washed
All my cares away
I wake up to a sunny day
'Cos I love a rainy night
Yeah, I love a rainy night
Well, I love a rainy night
Well, I love a rainy night

Ooh-ooh

I love a rainy night
I love a rainy night
I love to hear the thunder
Watch the lightning
When it lights up the sky
You know it makes me feel good

Well, I love a rainy night
It's such a beautiful sight
I love to feel the rain
On my face
To taste the rain on my lips
In the moonlight shadows

Puts a song
In this heart of mine
Puts a smile on my face every time

'Cos I love a rainy night
Yeah, I love a rainy night
Ooh, I love a rainy night
Yeah, I love a rainy night

Ooh-ooh

---- Instrumental Interlude ----

Showers washed
All my cares away
I wake up to a sunny day
'Cos I love a rainy night
Yeah, I love a rainy night
Well, I love a rainy night
I love a rainy night
Well, I love a rainy night
You can see it in my eyes
Yeah, I love a rainy night
Well, it makes me high
Ooh, I love a rainy night
You know I do, yeah, yeah
I love a rainy night

I love a rainy night
You can see it in my eyes..

Windy, Beautiful Day

Woke up and it was a little bit gray and a lot windy. Fresh air moving about. Fast, free and beautiful. The sun rose higher in the sky a bit.... feels a drop less windy but that may be an illusion. Makes you want to take off for open spaces. No, I didn't say Key West. Key West is too far away today. My house is clean and beautiful, light is filtering through my windows and the little mirrored tiles on th suncatchers are grabbing sunlight and dancing fast across my walls like tinkerbell doing aerobics. Wierdly... as much as the sun is nice... I like those gray moments that come and go with passing clouds. The air feels cooler and it reminds me of those beach city days in Los Angelos in the 80s. Nothing like a cool morning of late night and early morning low clouds to let you peacefully wake up. Yes, the 80s were LA days... the 90s brought me back home to the land of Miami Vices.

I traded earthquake books for hurricane friends and fault lines for storm discussion.

I should have stayed in LA considering the fault had moved on and maybe everything would have been different. I knew I didn't want to come back. I walked along La Brea, I cried a bit staring up at the big California Palm trees and the back lot of the studio and even the loss of the morning meal truck guy who barely spoke english but was so nice.. made me sad to leave. Something scarey about going home...back to Miami to face ghosts of the past.

LA Days.

Like Jay who does 87th Avenue.. I close my eyes and drive down Santa Monica to La Cienga... upppp upppp La Cienga to Sunset all the way west.... up through the canyons, down through the canyons...Santa Monica Park (today is a day for Santa Monica Park) and walk down the walkway to the pier, under the sign and down to the end. Why don't we have piers like Santa Monica Pier where you can look out at the water or up at the Pacific Palisades and Malibu?

Cause in I'm Miami.

As far away in NMB from that as I am from walking down Miracle Mile... at least for today.

Going to work. Going to watch the radar today...going to watch the sats closely and then....... going to make the Great Escape :)

have a beautiful windy day
Bobbi

Earthquake not on Drudge's Quake Sheet

A silent sort of quake that rumbled deep and only was heard by one .. maybe two people. Located at 80.1 25.5. First recording showed it registered at 9.54 but after further investigation of all the data.. it really only registered 5.94.. just felt at first like a 9. No..not a Cat 5. Just a Bobbi Quake that rarely happens in the state of Florida though it did happen in California a few times when I felt that close... inches, miles... just up and down the highway. Quake is over. Do not expect aftershocks.. didn't notice any foreshocks (it is foreshock right???)

The world kept spinning. Earth didn't break off it's axis and move the center of gravity to another spot.

Mars, Jupiter and Venus all stayed where they were supposed to be. The moon did not glow purple or baby blue.

Just another day in the universe.

Rocked my world for a brief while til I caught my breath, faced reality, read a book on color and light. Really. Showed really pretty pics of light in places like Santa Fe and Maine.

Mars in Capricorn at 25.
Venus in Pisces at 19.

Imagine something was bound to go wierd.

Not to mention Mercury in Aries squaring my chart, peter's chart, sharon's chart and You Know Who.. or Jay does. Hell squares the "piece of shit" brother too and I don't mean Jay. Probably squares Jay... gee, we should all go hide under a rock and try hard not to talk to strangers on the street, people online and Aunt's that go bump in the afternoon.

And, as Reverand Ron says somewhere over the rainbow.. "Life goes on"

and on.. and on.

Cleaned the house today to the tunes of Best Little Whorehouse in Texas and watching/listening to Sweet Charity on DVD while write this.

Theres got to be some respectable trade.. something a half wit can learn.. get up, get out.. get out and learn it.. do it... love it.. live it.. Theres got to be some good reason to live....

You know... once when I was working in L.A. in my nice office on the 33rd floor on Wilshire looking out over all of Los Angelos I went down to the stationary store in the lobby. Bored and looking to spend some one else's money I decided to buy some office supplies. And, some guy who the owner told me later was a "movie producer" was in there shopping ?!?!?! and he insisted on buying me the baby blue pen on the string that I wore around my neck. I was looking at them, we talked... he offered, i refused... like most controlling director/producers he just took control (CAPITAL C) and bought it... left it at the desk for me. Being in L.A. for years and knowing more than most do about the world of drama since I was a kid.. I didn't care if he was a garbage man or a producer.. not a big deal to me ever and... more annoyed like why would he do that.. but then again it was LA and I did look good that day.. I kept it. Pissed my ex off when I told him that some guy bought it.. can't explain why I was staring at the baby blue one... as opposed to the purple or green.. didn't like pens on strings.. just the color caught my eye. Looked like a tuxedo I saw once somewhere on a mannequin maybelol and so despite my ex getting upset and not really liking pens on a string I kept it a long time. Got lost in some move, somewhere along the line and over the rainbow back to Miami... Looking back, everyone was right. It was not normal. Course I have jupiter and uranus conjunct my ascendant so most things in my life are not "normal" but ... wasn't normal. Wonder who it was.. No one I know personally... was short little guy if I remember, or well....way shorter than some producer slash directors. My life is at times full of "should have knowns" but didn't know. Yes indeed, Superman for Clueless.. at least I was the only one that time with a clue lol.

Life is okay. Ron is right.. Life does go on.

And, everything in the world is connected from the beating of a butterflys wings like Fishing used to say before fishing pushed off for parts unknown.

So............if Jay is reading this .. let him know that here I sit randomly watching Sweet Charity and I realize suddenly that Stubby Kaye is playing the role of Herman in Sweet Charity.

As Daddy used to say... God has a sick sense of humor!

Going to work.
Going to find me tropical weather somewhere on the face of the earth and wonder what it means that Burns feels frisky and Caleb is worrying if I am okay and a message to Rebbetzen Doubtfire.. "if you see someone on before 8:30 pm it is not me.. so stop scaring my kids to death... pretty please, with strawberries on top"

love Bobbi
note to jay... just ran into an old neighbor who lived around the block from us in westchester and it wasn't robin or leslie, seems she taught Mendy to read in the 3rd grade but I didn't know that was her... I guess I should have known. Its okay... fine and dandy :)

love you me (thats for jay... anyone else reading this mind your own business) lol

Earthquake not on Drudge's Quake Sheet

A silent sort of quake that rumbled deep and only was heard by one .. maybe two people. Located at 80.1 25.5. First recording showed it registered at 9.54 but after further investigation of all the data.. it really only registered 5.94.. just felt at first like a 9. No..not a Cat 5. Just a Bobbi Quake that rarely happens in the state of Florida though it did happen in California a few times when I felt that close... inches, miles... just up and down the highway. Quake is over. Do not expect aftershocks.. didn't notice any foreshocks (it is foreshock right???)

The world kept spinning. Earth didn't break off it's axis and move the center of gravity to another spot.

Mars, Jupiter and Venus all stayed where they were supposed to be. The moon did not glow purple or baby blue.

Just another day in the universe.

Rocked my world for a brief while til I caught my breath, faced reality, read a book on color and light. Really. Showed really pretty pics of light in places like Santa Fe and Maine.

Mars in Capricorn at 25.
Venus in Pisces at 19.

Imagine something was bound to go wierd.

Not to mention Mercury in Aries squaring my chart, peter's chart, sharon's chart and You Know Who.. or Jay does. Hell squares the "piece of shit" brother too and I don't mean Jay. Probably squares Jay... gee, we should all go hide under a rock and try hard not to talk to strangers on the street, people online and Aunt's that go bump in the afternoon.

And, as Reverand Ron says somewhere over the rainbow.. "Life goes on"

and on.. and on.

Cleaned the house today to the tunes of Best Little Whorehouse in Texas and watching/listening to Sweet Charity on DVD while write this.

Theres got to be some respectable trade.. something a half wit can learn.. get up, get out.. get out and learn it.. do it... love it.. live it.. Theres got to be some good reason to live....

You know... once when I was working in L.A. in my nice office on the 33rd floor on Wilshire looking out over all of Los Angelos I went down to the stationary store in the lobby. Bored and looking to spend some one else's money I decided to buy some office supplies. And, some guy who the owner told me later was a "movie producer" was in there shopping ?!?!?! and he insisted on buying me the baby blue pen on the string that I wore around my neck. I was looking at them, we talked... he offered, i refused... like most controlling director/producers he just took control (CAPITAL C) and bought it... left it at the desk for me. Being in L.A. for years and knowing more than most do about the world of drama since I was a kid.. I didn't care if he was a garbage man or a producer.. not a big deal to me ever and... more annoyed like why would he do that.. but then again it was LA and I did look good that day.. I kept it. Pissed my ex off when I told him that some guy bought it.. can't explain why I was staring at the baby blue one... as opposed to the purple or green.. didn't like pens on strings.. just the color caught my eye. Looked like a tuxedo I saw once somewhere on a mannequin maybelol and so despite my ex getting upset and not really liking pens on a string I kept it a long time. Got lost in some move, somewhere along the line and over the rainbow back to Miami... Looking back, everyone was right. It was not normal. Course I have jupiter and uranus conjunct my ascendant so most things in my life are not "normal" but ... wasn't normal. Wonder who it was.. No one I know personally... was short little guy if I remember, or well....way shorter than some producer slash directors. My life is at times full of "should have knowns" but didn't know. Yes indeed, Superman for Clueless.. at least I was the only one that time with a clue lol.

Life is okay. Ron is right.. Life does go on.

And, everything in the world is connected from the beating of a butterflys wings like Fishing used to say before fishing pushed off for parts unknown.

So............if Jay is reading this .. let him know that here I sit randomly watching Sweet Charity and I realize suddenly that Stubby Kaye is playing the role of Herman in Sweet Charity.

As Daddy used to say... God has a sick sense of humor!

Going to work.
Going to find me tropical weather somewhere on the face of the earth and wonder what it means that Burns feels frisky and Caleb is worrying if I am okay and a message to Rebbetzen Doubtfire.. "if you see someone on before 8:30 pm it is not me.. so stop scaring my kids to death... pretty please, with strawberries on top"

love Bobbi
note to jay... just ran into an old neighbor who lived around the block from us in westchester and it wasn't robin or leslie, seems she taught Mendy to read in the 3rd grade but I didn't know that was her... I guess I should have known. Its okay... fine and dandy :)

love you me (thats for jay... anyone else reading this mind your own business) lol

Sunday Confessions

In the Church of the Little Blogger

I miss the snow in Maine.
I really do.
I can say this here because little Sharon isn't reading my blogs.. she can't remember to go online to pick up her mail let alone read a blog. She goes online when a storm gets close enough to maybe, maybe do some damage and asks me to find out what SNONUT says. SNONUT you see is her final word or hurricanes. Well, she liked someone named Robert up in Tallahassee who is really good but he's not SNONUT, you know? So.... I can say what I want here.. only Jay and occaisionally my daughter Dee would if she was bored enough and she rarely is... so... I can be honest.

It was soooooooooooooooo cute. So beautiful. There was all this snow.. and icicles hanging from rooftops and sometimes it looked like Switzerland and other times it looked like Concord (which is pronounced ConCURD or Concerd which rhymes with HEARD)

And, when you touched your boots to the snow.. it was soft and fine and fell apart and you felt guilty for breaking up the snow bank. And, the trees were so green, pine trees against the snow.

Pretty. Very, very pretty.

If I had money I would spend my winters on occaision chasing the snow up there, trying to beat good systems... outracing noreasters.

And.........I can't wait to see Boston in the summer or spring or whenever I go. I don't care what Sharon says.. I love Boston, its cool... smart, fast ..did I say smart?? And...........................sooooo historical. And, I did not even mention the Red Sox.

Have you ever seen Fenway Park covered in icicles? I thought the guy at the stadium was just making up reasons they don't let people in to walk around.. but no, he wasn't kidding.. covered in ice.. icicles.. hanging.. I have a picture. A few pictures. If I ever post a picture of myself on here it might be in Boston dressed for a blizzard wearing that pink Redsox hat and holding a sign that says Yawkey Way in my arms... thinking................ ohhhhh wait til _ _ _ _ _ sees this, perfect, just perfect. ;)

But still... winter wow. I should have gone there for college like I wanted to.. who knows, might have changed my whole life. Maybe not.. maybe not. Great political science, international relations, history department... then again nooooo I still would have chosen Columbia for the Masters... its in New York afterall.

Which is better? Boston or New York?
Don't know.. can't say.. haven't spent enough time in Boston to be able to say.
Maybe.. I'll spend a day in Boston alone w/o Sharon who hates Boston and then catch the train up to Maine.

Confessions.... its a beautiful day. Despite a headache and bad case of pms and being really pissed at someone ...not _ _ _ _ _ I'm in such a good mood.

Sitting here in a little piece of fabric, the kind you buy down in key west.. purple (of course) that wraps around me and ties like I'm living in the islands, nothing else on... feet bare, nailpolish on my toes... blue skies out the window, staring at the sunlight shining down on one of my two betas.. the one thats purple/red.. unreal. Wouldn't want to trade this sunshine freedom for anything but... I do miss the snow in New England.

And, I do miss SNOW always ;) (smile, smile, smile)

Don't know what happened to Ptravel in the shuffle.. he was good, used to follow his reports ..maybe even sometimes more accurate than SNONUT but... no one in the world is or can be like SNONUT... his energy.

Lastly on the subject of confessions. I had a doozy of a dream last night.

Wierd as .......well we won't say like who.

So.. its sort of like a lazy Shabbos day (thats the jewish sabbath for anyone reading this) and I feel like Im hanging in my room talking to Sharon. But, I turn... and look over and oh my god.. its not Sharon. Its that person... and they are lying there with this wierd thing on their hair, sort of like a fish net bubby thing... keeps the hair in place, their wavy hair.. and they have this wierd long skirt on but its pulled up to the side real high like way toooo much of their leg is showing and its in pantyhose. Remember that old Joe Namath ad for Hanes or something? Where he was poured into a pair of pantyhose with a smirky smile. And, when I look down with that rolling eyes look I give at their leg showing too much they give that "aw shucks" rolling eyes look they make with their puppy dog eyes and they throw the skirt over them real modest like and I think to myself in my dream, "how the hell did they get into my dream" and worry that I'm lying there after a nice night with my boyfriend, nice evening... and of all the dreams in all the world they have to walk into mine, in pantyhose yet with their stupid puppy dog eyes. My life is way wierder than any movie.

Just sort of there like "WHATS UP DOC?" or (WHATS UP BOBBI?)and I'm like OUT OUT mentally thinking... how do you have that operation where you exorcise people from your mind???? and...then I think I HAVE to go see that movie... butterflies of the elusive mind or something and then I think ... the one with Jim Carrey and then I think OUT OUT OUT GET OUT OF MY MIND

I had pancakes for breakfast, with maple syrup.

Its gonna be alright .... really.

sunday confessions on a beautiful day in Miami

say 3 Hail Marys and call me on Monday :)

Bobbi

Lots of things to talk about

There is so much weather going on today ...there is no loss of what to watch.

Wild winter storms on the East Coast. Mt. St. Helens blowing her top or at least having a steam hissy fit. Nonstop rain falling in the SE... South Florida to be exact. Some rain/mix snow over northern Georgia and in Maine today.. it was COLD. Woke up to hear that Logan International was pretty much snowed in.. stuck in winter mode it seems. And...in the land Down Under... they are having a dangerously strong hurricane that hit Austraila and may even hit it again as it chugs west bound.

And...in the world of the wierd... there have been an awfully lot of earthquakes off of the coast of Oregon of particularly high magnitude..or I think. So... makes you wonder about MSH coming alive and burping up steam. I keep checking Drudge's quake wire and a few other sites to see what's up.. feels like something should be up.

So...in the world of weather and weather related earth sciences.

A whole lot of weather going on.

Nice rain... know someone who would go orgasmic just listening to the rain fall tonight. A rain freak. It is nice... relaxing. So was my bath with with the lavendar leaves. There was steam rising up out of the tub, was heavenly. Nice to relax. Warmed me up a bit.

I know people up north complain and roll their eyes when people down in Miami complain about the cold weather, but oh my gosh...was soooooo sooooo cold. And, now.. its better. I'm here...in my red Red Sox tee shirt (red is warm..warms you up) and watching the weather go by.

So.... find your favorite weather and favorite way of warming up and enjoy life tonight... even if you are just mesmerized watching the rain fall or staring at Ingrid who is doing the deed Down Under.

Bobbi, signing off...

Hurricane City... Season gets closer

How does someone know when the Hurricane Season is about to start? Getting closer? How do you tell time without a calendar?

People start coming out of their wintery hybernation and begin reading and posting on HurricaneCity.com. Yep, as they say up in Maine... they do. I did. Couldn't resist.

Been looking through boards here and there but... there I was.. before I knew what happened I hit post and even remembered codes and passwords.

So..........we must be getting closer to the season.

My call on this season is I think we will have a May storm.. for sure June. Think there will be enough dangling fronts stuck down with little lows off of W Florida to produce a Gulf season or some season with storms down near Florida. Yep. You heard it here.

Then again I could be wrong.

Redsox and Yankees doing the pre-season tango down in Florida this week.
Very cool... just early exhib season.. interesting use of terms but still getting closer to the Boys of Summer coming on strong. Boys of Summer of course being the boys on the message boards tracking hurricanes :)

Good morning to everyone and anyone out there watching both baseball (hang on to your bat there) and the weather... Howdy!

Batter up and all that jazz...

bobbi

PS....... MacArthur Park

Great song :)

a masterpiece for the crytically inclined

soo soothing, made me smile...

thank you :)

Santana Evening

Listening to Santana's CD Smooth or whatever its called but you know what I mean.

Weekend was fuzzy...some moments good, some bad, some hectic..some very good.

Went for breakfast twice in last 24 hours.. figure that one but was in the mood you know?

Weather in Miami is awesome... beautiful. Like Santana.

Not much of importance to say.. just marking time in case Jay comes out of his cancerian shell over there in Greece and checks my blog. Yes.. I am here.

Ronnie, our brother stops saying kaddish tomorrow for our father. Jay's in Greece and I'm not saying because I'm a woman and women don't unless they are not orthodox and know what they are. I don't think I can say I am orthodox, no can't say that and I connect to my father in every day ways... and remember him in other ways. He hated to be told what to do and so do I.

Maybe now I watch baseball for him though really am watching for me.. not you know how or Jay knows who. The other person who reads this log/blog besides Jay. Or persons or as some say "THEY, THEM" giggling..is that so paranoid that some people worry on "them" wherease... I don't worry. They are one of the more beautiful things in my life. Like angels watching over me... sending me little bits and pieces of gold dust and crystals to make me smile and sing me songs.

No...the problem is not "them" the problem was "him" because he started this joke that started the whole world laughing... he didn't see ... the joke became me.. Okay that didn't make sense... but I'm laughing at them... the ones "doing it" and I don't consider this harrassment though whoever did the Happy Birthday wake up to my boyfriend's house early this morning can lay off the ballads and and find a better venue for direct communication with me if they feel they need to tell me something.

Sorry sounds more like HIM and not THEM but I could be wrong. I usually am.

And, may I take this venue to say something to "confused in Alaska"

I don't think you were all that confused. I think that something for some reason was missing in your relationship with "VERN" and maybe that was that VERN didn't make you feel loved enough and from what you said in your Dear Abby... "for the most part" you had put your problems behind you. Well no... I don't think so. I think that the biggest problem. I think the big problem was that you were looking for love in all the wrong places. You met Jason at work and sometimes you just meet someone who knocks you off your feet, and you can get lost in that. It's about being human and taking chances and not being able to not take a chance. Jason obviously had a strong feeling for you too. Whether he is or isn't married... he does have children and has chosen to put their needs before his (what a man.. what a father) and probably for your sake felt bad he had interfered in your life an pushed you back to VERN because he wanted you to have someone who loved you. He obviously felt Vern did and either way... the problem was that if something hadn't been missing, you never would have noticed Jason because you would have been sitting at work on the phone or text messaging Vern who made you feel like the love of your life.

I dont think personally dear abby or who writes her column gets it. No, its not about you both getting counseling. It's about you deciding whether you want to keep Vern in your life and as a husband or what and ..........for Vern to figure out if he does love you so much....how did he let you get away, fall for Jason and actually move out of the house. Vern sounds a little passive agressive to me and lets life come and go and hopes you will come back. Sometimes.... people leave and they don't come back.. even if they lose Jason... they want more.

More is the name of the game... Less means you end up falling for some cute Jason at work and More means making sure that whatever her name was (probably Amy) isn't confused in Alaska. Also... if you ask me you should move away from Alaska and go somewhere warm... tropical beach, drinks... music...

You aren't so confused. You know what you want. You just can't always get what you want. And...then what Miss Abby wanna bees who mean well don't get is .. its not about putting Jack and Jill back together again.. its about moving on, the future..the present. Not the past. Not the future. The present.

Our lives are made up by moments that tick away like the minutes on a clock and when you love someone...............really really love someone you never let them walk away from you. And, you don't stand behind palm trees watching or listening with Xray hearing because..........sometimes there is no dorky friend to push you out from behind the palm tree and someone you consider mediocre gets to walk away with the girl.

If you love someone... you don't let them walk away and hope one day they will come back like a lost, broken puppy... you make sure they know.

Jason's kids are lucky. They will feel loved. Obviously something was missing with their mother or he wouldn't have given you a second look.

Stop writing Dear Abby. Start living. Kick up your heels and dance and pray and ask the Lord above to send you a sign... and help you know your heart.

Put on some Santana.. listen to your heart.

Bobbi... aint never ever writing Dear Abby... u can bet the farm on that one.

:)
ps...............yes.... going to stay up, do things.. make notes for my week and listen to Matt on the radio.. nite.

Complaints on Fickle Forecast

There's that old song... not doing a google search right now but it goes something like "can't please everyone else, guess you got to please yourself"

DC and Philly seem pissed that they did not get the snow that was forecast. Something about a dry spot developing over the Virginias and when storms come down from Michigan and mix with NEasters there is some spot that gets dry and ...lacks the snowfall. So after complaining nonstop over the predictions of dire winter storm warnings... they lucked out and got a mild snowfall and now they are pissed with the weather people for being wrong. They won't have to shovel a foot of snow. They won't have to watch it piled high turning black around the edges. They just got plain old snow.

Boy... good thing they weren't expecting a Cat 4 and it veered away and stayed offshore. Lords knows how pissed they'd be then.

As for me.... I almost wanted to hop on a plain yesterday and beat the storm into Logan International and grab the bus or train up to Maine and spend the snowfall cooped up with my best friend sitting in her room eating junk food, sipping diet dr pepper and eating junk food.. watching the snow fall. It is pretty up there.. for a visit anyway. Was so tempted... but nooooo... I had to work the reference desk, I have to pay bills.. I had a date for the evening. Well you know a committment is a committment and how would I explain to my kids I took the emergency money and went to Boston.. not like the REd Sox are playing or I had a reason to enjoy the season since I already did that. Nooooooo... Maine and Boston will have to wait for the Spring. Promised someone I would go up there in the Spring and see the bloomin flowers.

So...to the people of Philly and DC... count your blessings, go throw a snowball for me and remember weather is not a perfect science...its day to day unlike meteorology. There are no guarantees. You just got to play the hand you got.

Wondering if Providence and Portland got the snowfall they were expecting. Or Vermont for that matter. As for Miami.. I could be pissed too...was supposed to be in upper 40s and that's been changed to 50s/60s.. oh well..

And to quote Drew quoting me or some good writer..........I sort of live in the moment these days and..............try to enjoy it.

If anyone round here has any good tricks up their sleeves on how we can enjoy it more..together somewhere.......... I am open to suggestions.... as always.

Have a beautiful day, may the sunshine upon you always and may you never lose your sunshine.

Love Buttercup Butterfly Bobbi