Hurricane Harbor

A writer and a tropical muse. A funky Lubavitcher who enjoys watching the weather, hurricanes, listening to music while enjoying life with a sense of humor and trying to make sense of it all!

Sunday, February 27, 2005

When it doesn't rain.. take a bath.

Somehow today I got cheated. I was supposed to go to Key West for some event I wanted to be part of but the speed crazed bus driver seems to have decided to make his stops 45 minutes early and pulled in.. and left without all the people who were there a half hour early but missed him. He must have had a hot date at the end of the road or a reason for speed, whatever... I stayed home. It's okay, planning to go down to Key West soon anyway and that will be more fun and less of a rushed trip. But, I had the ticket and I had friends having something going on so... oh well. was supposed to rain today. Rain.. real rain, possible thundershowers. It didn't. Just gray windy skies and a humid feeling pervading the whole general area. No rain. Right.. oh well.

Then I turn on TWC...there is this kick ass low out near California looking like it should be some wanna be upper level low about to go lower level that would make Burns sit and stare at it for hours and hours saying.. "come on wrap, you see that little dot there in the middle.. just wrap darling, wrap.." but no.. its in California of all friggin places.

My ex-husband just burned his finger and he doesn't have aloe sitting outside on a window sill in Brooklyn so he got sympathy online and some wierd thing he had that he said might help... okay.

My sort of boyfriend just got back from a trip up to Cape Canaveral where he got of course..............rain. Mind you he had to drive through it and doesn't like the rain like I do. Not fair. Really not fair.

My kids are watching some stupid super-hero movie about Spiderman who is having a psychological meltdown about his life. Sucks to be a superhero. You know what is worse than being a super hero? It's being in love with a superhero. The ONLY thing worse than being in love with a superhero is being in love with a screenwriter. One wants to save the world and the other wants to save the ending.

Two pieces of advice to the screenwriter:
In the words of the drop dead gorgeous native american indian: K.I.S.S.
(Keep it simple stupid) (or silly if you prefer)


In the words of Bobbi: Everyone wants a happy ending!

Put that together... the advice not Bobbi and the drop dead gorgeous native american indian non screenwriter, non superhero, non boyfriend and non-ex-husband...

Happy Ending + KISS = $$$$

by the way.............the kiss should be with the girl (or guy if you are gay) and NOT anyone else.

People need happy endings.

So..........being the upbeat positive girl I am. I took some wine that he left here the other day and took a nice hot bath in some sea salts that my daughter gave me for my birthday.

My pleasant surprise of the day is that the bath salts that turned out to be feet salts.....(well my feet are body related right?) had these little springs of lavendar leaves and blossoms or whatever but they were lavendar and they floated around magically in the steaming hot water. They mixed together with the water and floated about and released the most amazing scents, relaxed me together with the Blush wine and the wild honey candle that was burning and if it rains later I'll go out side and stand in it. If it doesn't.. I'm okay because it was about as close to heaven as it gets. I stood up... feeling like a new person, wrapped myself up in the new plush lavendar colored towel that I bought at Ross today and decided to sit myself down and write myself a letter and get it all out of my system.

So.............remember one thing that can be learned from today..When it doesn't rain.............take a bath!

Dont fall in love with screenwriters or superheroes.

Do stay friends with your ex-husband and do hold onto sort of boyfriends and count your blessings instead of sheep :)

ps...........if any of my kids do read this.. don't, all mommies should have some secrets and secret places to hide from during windstorms and volcanoes even during the off season. As for the Oscars......... it was more fun being in California last year.. it was such a good trip, really. Sure hope that house doesn't fall down its beautiful hillside ........sigh .... burp

chow for now

Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Santa Clara Airport loses parts of runway to the Rain Game

As part of the Santa Clara Airport runway tumbles into the nearby raging Santa Clara River the world stops to wonder what is going on in California. Million dollar homes built on hillsides are supposed to tumble down into the rich ravines below but not Airports. Topanga Canyon always has problems... but not Highland Park and not pieces of highway that give way to the unstability of the ground from the torrents of rain that have fallen nonstop in the Southland. No.. airports losing their runways is not supposed to happen in Southern California.

Malibu Canyon and Topanga are par for the course.

A young teenager dying while sitting in her bedroom tapping away online to her friends or doing a science project report are not supposed to die from "heavy rains." That is not it seems part of the deal with the old song "It Never Rains In Sunny California."

Well it does rain this year. And, it's going to keep on raining as a parked low pressure system pinwheels beautifully on radar screens and not so beautiful if you own a home or are trapped out on the 101 because they had to close the Ventura Highway.

I was there in 1983. I woke up to find water racing down our street in West Hollywood (we didn't live on a hill however there must have been the smallest amount of gradient and if there is..the water will find it. We lived between Santa Monical Blvd and Melrose.. not Topanga Canyon. Our roof gave way in the bedroom minutes after we got up out of bed because our little daughter woke us to tell us it was raining in our bedroom. Yes Esther Shayna.. it was and as the morning progressed it rained harder in our bedroom. We moved off of Poincianna into a better apartment on Fuller. It was a messy year in California. This year has surpassed that one.

So I wonder.. is losing 155 feet of a runway sexy enough to be a lead story? Easy to make fun of Drudge of Sunday night fame because he doesn't stop the newsworld just because a story happens on Sunday night. Now we are the lead story on

Weather..not just for the geaky it seems. Not just for the rich and famous.
Waiting to see if we end up above the 3rd highest this year or where we go from here. List from MSNBC below.

SoCal soaked
Rain totals are highest in more than a century
1. 1883-1884 38.18
2. 1889-1890 34.84
3. 2004-2005 33.61
4. 1977-1978 33.44
5. 1940-1941 32.76
6. 1982-1983 31.28
7. 1997-1998 31.01
8. 1968-1969 27.47
9. 1992-1993 27.36
10. 1979-1980 26.98

Tuesday, February 22, 2005

South Florida "Tsunami" in 1962

So I found this in the February 20th edition of the Miami Herald.. great section with big two page spread on tsunami and natural disasters and such..and that cute George Pararas-Carayannis marine scientist is mentioned. Merzer does great old Miami and trivia on history/weather stories... earth sciences..etc.

personally today I'd rather be at the Deli Restaurant in Key West... favorite breakfast spot.. tucked away a bit inland and probably wouldn't get wet from any big waves on South Beach/Key West's South Beach.


See why Miamian's watch the waves and the weather...

Some Can Remember When The Ocean Gave South Florida a Taste of Its Might
by Martin Merzer

Old-timers remember it well, and some remember it as a South Florida tsunami.

Mountainous waves that seemed to come out of nowhere flooded oceanfront hotels in Miami Beach, Hallandale and Hollywood, killed at least one person, injured at least nine others, bulldozed 50 feet from local beaches and caused a lot of other trouble.

The three-day event began on March 7, 1962.

''One morning about 8 a.m., the pool and cabana manager and his crew were setting up the lounge chairs when he looked out into the ocean and saw a tremendous wave headed right for the hotel,'' Arnold Seamon of Weston wrote in an e-mail. Back then, he was working at the Carillon Hotel in Miami Beach.

``He immediately ran into the coffee shop and had the 400 breakfast guests and employees evacuated to the main floor of the hotel just before the wave came over the seawall. The water rose to a height of 3 ½ feet inside and did considerable damage to all of the kitchen and bakeshop equipment, laundry machines, elevator machinery, etc. . . . It took almost a week to pump out all the water.''

It was much the same up the East Coast and in the Bahamas.

It sounds like a tsunami -- but it was not.

The source, experts said, was a freak offshore storm more than 1,000 miles away. In fact, the weather was otherwise so nice in South Florida that many people called the experience the ``fair weather storm.''

Monday, February 21, 2005

I like Drudge's Hurricane Fetish and choice of music each his own. Found this while trying to find the lyrics to Windmills of My Mind to send to my brother Jay but... this popped up. I tried to send a message but there was no message, no contact...and I'm in too good of a mood today to try and figure out how to respond or dance to someone else's music especially since they don't like Windmills of Your Mind (heresy)so...

my response is this...there are not enough versions of Windmills of Your Mind out there and if you never saw a cake that was melting in the rain... well you'd never understand.

Who knew Drudge and I have the same fetishes... and well I am a Miami girl.. our football team is named HURRICANES (duh) and well...if you ever went through a big blow like we did growing up and watched the palm trees fall down like the walls of jericho or a cake that someone left out in the rain... you'd understand

until the next hurricane or the next big Shake, Rattle and Roll... (i lived in LA too) ill listen to the Windmills of My Mind, Your Mind.. Drudge's Mind .. it is the most beautifully written song in the world.. and I have a few versions that a good friend Steven sent me and hope he sends me a few more.

to each his own...
thanks for making me laugh, great name.. should see what else it spells out lol

"To: pantseatflyer
It's almost as his fetish for sappy 70's music. How many different cover versions of "Windmills of Your Mind" and "MacArthur Park" can he find? A couple of weeks ago on his radio show he told about how he could sit and listen to music by the cheesy 70's band "Bread" for hours."


great song... any version
Windmills of Your Mind
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 of it’s face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling 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 it’s own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half-forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of it’s face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling 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 you said?
Lovers walk along a shore
And leave their footprints in the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And the fragment of a song
Half-remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over
You were 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 know what Ed said about my mind... well wasn't about a wheel but was perfect tho ...Richard used to say he loved to watch the wheels turning in my mind.

love Bobbi
pss.. did i post enough for you Jay?

LA Rain linked to 2005 Hurricane Season?

Found this on Drudge. The story is in italics and shows what many of us on the SouthEast Coast are wondering while we watch the rain keep coming in the L.A. Basin. Everything is connected... you can see the little butterfly wings beating as we read. I see it. Others do. My friends do.. as they wait for this season to start to come together. You see.. underneath that old fashioned hat and reporters heart lurks a weather man. Although I don't agree with his politics always... you can always find the best weather stories and earth science stories. If there is an earthquake of measure anywhere, he will have it there up on the top of his page. Sooooooooooooooooooo hard not to think on the links in the weather world.. The most rain since 1883 in LA, breaking old records and that was a hurricane year of notice on the SE coast. Any good hurricane chaser after reading the record from 1883 was broken this year in rainfall in LA would immediately look up the 1883 season and see if there were any interesting correlations. So as Drudge watches the weather and Jim Lushine dreams of dry Mays and Landsea dreams of the 1940s hurricane seasons.. Robert King of the Palm Beach Post writes an article for us all to think upon, as we watch it rain in LA, low upon low moving in upon the Southland.. storm upon storm forming this hurricane season.. something to think on...

Lurking Storm Blocker Bad Omen for Season
Palm Beach Post Staff Writer
By Robert P. King
Monday, February 21, 2005
Hang on to that plywood — Florida may be in for yet another angst-filled summer.
Mere months after the ill-fated hurricane season that sent Charley, Frances, Ivan and Jeanne flying through the state like back-to-back-to-back-to-back hand grenades, the world's weather patterns again appear to be aligning against us.
Bermuda High

El Nino, which could deter the storms from spawning, is waning. A decade-long trend of warmer, hurricane-friendly temperatures continues in the North Atlantic's waters.
And, perhaps most worrisome for Florida, the Bermuda High still lurks in the western Atlantic.

The subtropical ridge of high pressure became infamous in 2004 as one of the prime villains behind Florida's repeated pummeling. Strong and unusually close to the southeastern United States — at least by the standards of the past decade or so — the ridge squatted off the coast like a surly bouncer, barring hurricanes from sweeping north up the Atlantic.

Instead, it shoved the storms toward Florida. Again, again, again and again.
Guess what? The Bermuda High is still in roughly the same place, according to the National Weather Service.

If the high lingers there through the summer and fall, Florida could be nature's punching bag for yet another hurricane season.

Experts say it's too far soon to tell whether that dire scenario will occur. But it's not too soon to prepare for it.

"If in fact the subtropical (Bermuda) High is going to be more frequently positioned farther south and west like it was in 2004, then one clearly has to be concerned," said James Elsner, a Florida State University hurricane researcher. Jim Lushine, a meteorologist for the weather service's Miami office, offered one hint to watch for: If May is unusually dry, as it was last year, that could be evidence that the high is still lingering — and an omen of bad things to come.
"I'm not saying we'll have four hurricanes in one year," he said. Then again, "I wouldn't be shocked if we had six."

Others cautioned that the high's behavior was just one of many weird occurrences in 2004, a year so off-the-wall bizarre that a hurricane hit Brazil — in March. (The storm, unofficially named Catarina, was the first hurricane in at least four decades in the South Atlantic.) The Earth's climate is so complex that scientists don't understand everything that goes into creating a vicious hurricane season.

"You have to have so many conditions to be perfect" to see another season like last year's, said Brian Bossak, a researcher for the U.S. Geological Survey in St. Petersburg. "Even if one condition were conducive to a repeat, everything else might not be."

Regardless of any forecasts, experts said, residents should prepare as if The Big One were headed their way.

"I wouldn't take what's going on in February to make a guess of what's going to happen in August and September," said Chris Landsea, a research meteorologist at the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration in Miami. "I'm going to make sure my shutters are ready, just to be safe."

One of the nation's best-known hurricane soothsayers, Colorado State University researcher William Gray, has predicted a sharply higher than average chance of a Category 3 or stronger storm's hitting Florida and the rest of the U.S. East Coast this year.

Still, it should be nothing like 2004, Gray wrote in his first 2005 forecast, in December.

Meteorologists have long tried to predict how many hurricanes a given season will spawn, but they haven't made much headway on a far trickier problem: figuring out where they'll land.

It's the second question that spawns all those long lines at Home Depot. After all, 1992 was a relatively dull year for hurricanes — except for the first one, a Category 5 killer named Andrew.

Since 1995, the North Atlantic has seen a significant spike in hurricane creation, but until last year they largely spared Florida. In fact, Florida was relatively unscathed by major hurricanes from the mid-1960s until last year, after being hit repeatedly in the 1930s and '40s, NOAA's Landsea said.

Even 2004 was nothing special in the total number of hurricanes spawned, Bossak said. What was strange was that so many of the storms were major — and, of course, that so many came whirling our way.

That's where the Bermuda High might come in.

The high is somewhat mysterious, a clockwise-swirling ridge of high pressure that wobbles back and forth across the Atlantic, strengthening and weakening, in response to weather patterns over Iceland and the Azores islands near Portugal. Sometimes it's in the western Atlantic near Bermuda — hence the name.

Forecasters confess they don't have an easy way to gauge the high's behavior.
"We don't know why it's there or how long it's going to be there," Lushine said after the weather service issued a bulletin Feb. 2 blaming the strong Bermuda High for four months of record-dry weather in Palm Beach County. "It's not anything we keep track of."

Lushine added that the high has remained strong and stayed, on average, in the same general area since March. The weather service doesn't have detailed records on its location before then, he said. The high can shift dramatically from day to day, in response to cold fronts and other disturbances.

The high also can stick around the same neighborhood for thousands of years — with vast consequences for the hurricanes spinning toward Florida.

During a 2,800-year stretch ending around 1000 A.D., the Bermuda High seemed to linger near Haiti, said Kam-biu Liu, a geography professor at Louisiana State University who studies prehistoric sediments for clues about past climate conditions. That era was also a "hyperactive" period in which catastrophic hurricanes struck Florida and the Gulf Coast three to five times more often than today, Liu said.

During the past millennium, he said, Florida has enjoyed a quiet period — although that quiet included Andrew in '92 and the 1928 storm that killed more than 3,000 people near Belle Glade.

Here's the scary part: The Bermuda High could easily move back toward Haiti, giving Floridians another thousand or so years of blue tarps.

"We don't know how much longer this quiet period will last," Liu said. "That's the biggest lesson: We haven't seen anything yet."

Drudge is Right On LA Rainfall...BIG BIG STORY

So I am lazy. I'm allowed. It's my vacation here... President's Day. 21 years ago in the Valley back when I lived in L.A. I gave birth to a son on President's Day. Good thing too cause if it hadn't been a legal holiday lord only knows how we would have gotten into the Valley from West Hollywood during rush hour. The Lord Works in mysterious good ways.

So... I'm home, I'm having fun. Talking to my best friend Sharon online and my best bud online here as well...who shall remain ...nameless except to me.

Cutting and pasting my morning letter to Jay into my blog. It works.
Birds chirping here but in LA its raining...go figure.

Rainfall of epic proportions in the LA Basin... its not a big sexy story like a fire running rampant through Duarte or down a hillside in Topanga Canyon or a mudslide where half of Topanga Canyon washes away but trust me, trust Drudge on this............its a BIG story.

LA cannot take that kind of rain. LA can't take a small amount of rain and this is one after another, lows lined up like evening flights out of JFK into MIA... one after another and the season ain't over for rainfall in the basin. Houses are slipping and sliding.... its big. Historic...but sort of sensually so and not in your face sexy like so it will remain a back burner story until some big sexy newstory comes along with some house falling into the LA River which is now a TEMPEST and the house like a tea cup will contain people spilling out into the river for some huge drama of a rescue story that will appear years from now on The Weather Channel... and THEN it will be headline news. Meanwhile today the world focuses on what did Bush say when he didn't think anyone was listening and the odd death of a journalistic icon who created his own journalistic genre... hunter s. thompson

Click here: Page 2 : Shotgun Golf with Bill Murray
so............hunter s. thompson died... gunshot, seemingly self inflicted unless a low flying duck on his golf range fought back ends with article on bill murray, drudge was obsessed about it last nightnot sure which part the most and then that so few people knew who he was
meanwhile in a parrallel universe... Sandra Dee died...the original Gidget why does the original gidget die when i turn 50.. seems wierd because always identified myself with the sally field Gidget girl version, i mean how could i a brunette as Ron has pointed out on many occaisions but the enthusiasm of Sandra Dee in that role.. was really perfect, she really got it. Nailed it. Like Bill Murray in Stripes or Caddyshack.

Something cool about nailing something Perfect.

Yaffa did that yesterday ... I couldn't do anything but giggle and wonder how pathetic must my giggling sound and what exactly my giggling was worth to someone. Can giggle thinking about it.
See...that is what Hunter Thompson nailed in that last article. The joy of having a friend who is as nuts as you are, genious nuts of course and the art of being able as Plnc would say on the board.. "shoot the breeze" but you aren't just BSing.. you are really on the verge of philosphical creation or.. oh shoot lost the thought, hate that.. as I sit here watching the little sunbeam prisms dance around my room from the bright sunlight pouring in on a day when I am OFF of work.

Couldn't place Hunter Thompson last night or why exactly it stuck in my mind. Was sure it stuck in Drudge's mind for many reasons and that is what bothered me... all those glasses, all those hats.............sigh. Then he said Leaving Las Vegas and the scariest thing is he caught himself online and stopped and I knew exactly what he was thinking... which made my skin crawl more than the caller from New England. Leaving Las Vegas indeed, tell me what you know about that Drudge. I know... you were confused but you had a thought and I know the thought sort of... self inflicted indeed.

So...this Jay is stream of concious thinking.. conciousness... talking to my friend, watching the little balls of light bounce around in the gentle morning breeze, bright sunshine and thinking What Am I going to do today?

I did the boat show last week. Sort of.. :) Strictly Sail lol I really take the little car boy to the boat show? Right now he is drawing out his ideas for a car lot he wants to own when he is all grown up. Terrified on his magnet school form application he wrote "what I want to do after highschool essay was ...own the world's biggest car lot"

So what did I want to say today?

I think Drudge nails it a lot. You don't have to agree with him politically as much as watch how his mind works and hear his amazenment in his voice that no one else seems to get what is so simplistically there for all to see that he in his intricate mind always sees... he is the most amazing blend of left brain anal retentive person mixed with the heart of a truly right brain "see the whole picture" romantic person all rolled up into one. With great taste in music and or a good friend who pays him well to play the music which would show a great genious talent for the world of business and either way I know Drudge and he wouldn't play something he hated...
And, I agree with him on two major LA is getting and incredible amount of rain and its HISTORIC in proportions, more than that silly taping by the righteous priest person and............its really WET.
second.............I do agree with that caller Bob in Concord Rhode Island (pronounced Concerd btw concurd, rhymes with turd... the bus driver cute guy Mark from up there on the way to Portland out of Boston taught me that, great tour, sweet guy... reminded me of someone, can't remember who) and... Bob in Concord Rhode Island was and is absolutely right. Who CARES if Bush slept with a Teddy Bear, does anyone care if I slept with a Teddy or still do???... we have bigger Fish to fry around here. Then again its a LONG tape and lord only knows whats on that tape so maybe something of more substance will show up beyond Bush shooting the breeze which we knew he could do being a Texan wanna be good ole Southern Boy who spends summers in Maine. Sorry .. I've been to Maine... there are no good old Southern Boys but Mark the bus driver who lives in the trailor park in New Hampshire was kinda cute. Jimmy B says.. we are the people our parents warned us about and do we really want to tell our kids EVERYTHING we did? Kids have this natural desire to top the parents or compete with them.

I was told yesterday by my girls I would be BUBBLES from some silly thing with pics/icons online and I don't think they meant Bubbles doing a Fan dance behind giant bubbles...they meant Bubbles like sweet like Cotton Candy, sweet like you know who. the world of the wierd.................Hunter Thompson and Sandra Dee and I can't remember who else... oh well will see it later in the day.
Watch the rain story in LA. It's snowing in New England. And in Miami little sunbeam like prisms are dancing across my walls, the palm tree outside is fluttering... its a beautiful day in the neighborhood.

Waiting for weather... I'd like some rain here. Just a little. To remind us what its all about and .... we are getting too dry out in the Glades... too close to fire season... far from hurricane season and close to tornado season and my son's favorite driver won the world series of car racing yesterday:) which is almost as good as the Red Sox Winning the World Series.
yes............i love a happy ending!
love Bobbi

ps............who knew on the day that the Hilton girl's phone was hacked into my daughter Miriam's account would be hacked into..that is sooooooooooooooooooo random. Wonder if they pissed off the same person lol.

pss..dont want weather today.. want to relax and enjoy the weather

enjoy today.. all of you, love me again

Thursday, February 03, 2005

PS... 2 things of importance for Jay and others

1: for the spinning non-hurricane in the Atlantic thats awesome to stare at... and 2: please note Jay that only the coolest of the cool, smartest of the smartest... hottest and sexiest and most perfect would bother to fill out the form so that they could comment as opposed to certain brothers who don't bother with those forms and just email me back. shhhhhhhhhhhhhh someones found our private message board in the sunshine. Do you know why I call this Hurricane Harbor little brother Jay? You might... maybe you would, email me if you can figure it out. love me

Maybe I Should Change My Profile? or Name?

Jay wants me to keep blogging but there are no hurricanes unless you consider that upper level low out in the Atlantic a quasi delusional out of season hurricane.. I don't think the NHC would so let's forget that one. So............. As for my profile... I really shouldn't keep the old one. I should revise it a bit. Like... favorite hobbies: Playing with Peter. I like that name but Z said "noooooooooooooooooo" and giggled and took me a minute and said, "Oh.. I get it. And, then thought hahaha that would be perfect. Or... Playing Footsies with Clark??? Or.........Jealous of Yellin. Jammin with Jay. Longing for Harpo. Oh I Want to See Oklahoma. Road to Rhode Island staring Hermans Hermits lol, giggling. Poor Jay...right about now he is shaking his head, rolling his eyes.. thinking "WHY DOESNT SHE WRITE SOMETHING and MAKE MONEY" One day going to let Jay duel it out with Skippy and see who is left standing or rolling on the floor laughing. Skipping Town with Steven? Ummmmmmmmmmmmmm then there's my private life which I actually keep private and off topic... not for the record, private. Go figure. So like what's a girl to do without football, without hurricanes, without people who are CREEPS and who disapeer when they need to run off and save the world or a film or a family crises or ...........................I'm not stupid someone around here skiis, skies, skeees? And.................truth is things do go bump in the night and sometimes the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry or however that goes. Have to go................if anyone finds out the exact quote for "of the people, by the people" or "by the people, for the people, of the people" please call Eddie back with the answer.. I knew I wouldn't ever get back to that reference question on the reference desk.. darn, hate those reference calls even though the one from Japan about the funky poetry style did make me find the poem about the Nightingale. Just think.. the worlds first muse... they sang, they wrote, they sang, they dueled, they flirted and some poet got the credit.. go figure. They both should have flown away like Sheba. Best cat movie.. best scene... Breakfast at Tiffany, in the rain.. at the end.. Moon River.. you dream maker, you heartbreaker.. where ever youre going.. youre going my way.. Two drifters, off to see the world.. its such a funky world to see... we're after the same ..rainbow bend, my strawberry friend... moon river and me............................ sigh

Wednesday, February 02, 2005

Fenway Park Rocks

Short post...

Fenway Park was sooooo great, so great... everything.

The man/guys across the street in some corporate sox lot who let us park there fast so we could take pics and then told us where to go to get inside ... they disapeered when we left so we could never thank them properly.

John at the Red Sox store who was great... a great sport.

Everything was so perfect.
Maine was nice too. :)

Will post soon just wanted to say...
1... fenway park and the red sox rock
2... your socks rock also to YKW lol, thank you...they kept me warm 24/7
3... oh help

and to Dina.... it sort of pours out of me.. the writing...

i start to type..and it flows and flows and grows and curls around my toes

essence of redsox like a poem or a rhyme

im going to bed
im cute
cuter (thats to you know who) and im not blonde (HAHA duh) and... i dont have to get high or be drunk to be cute HAHA lol and i was soooooooooooooooooooooooo damn cute in that store it was funny.. felt drunk.

no peter rabbits or evil twins around anywhere in sight

just sharon... grinning telling john "oh come on ..put your arm around her shoulder" thinking how bad she was being

a good sport
shes a very very good sport, remember that

love yall .. back home in florida...
thats F L O R I D A (like the song)
Nuff Said

just think my pink red sox hat is nesting on top of the other one they sent me with the official one

so sweet!
chow for now bobbi