A Very Good Day

*sigh*
Today was a good day...wait...make that a GREAT day! I can't find any crazy cool things to talk about, so I will just tell you about my day.

Got to sleep till 9am this morning. Mmm how I love sleep ^_^ So after this wonderful rest I went up to RBC(Richard Bland College) for my class(btw, I love this class!). Finding out I, once again, received an A on a test did nothing to dampen my mood! Class was good, I even stayed after to talk with the teacher about one of the concepts(something I never do). On from there I joined my awesome family at home for a few minutes to get ready to go swimming(one of my all time favorite pass times ^_^) and my brother, sisters, and I drove to Rachel's home to pick her up so that she could join us. I must say that driving a car filled with these wonderful people whom I am so very comfortable with is always a joy. When we turn up the music and all sing and laugh with each other it's the things that memories are made of. Once we arrived at our destination( also known as my Aunt's house) we all dived and splashed and laughed together for hours on end. Swinging in the hammock in the shade of the large trees surrounding the pool with Rachel while reading a good book and listening to the sounds of my little siblings playing was one of the most relaxing and happy times I have had as of late. Good times with good people. After getting every one dried off and some food/ice cream in them we all went home(and dropped off Rachel). I hurriedly showered(chlorine is sooooo hard to get out of thick, long, curly hair :/ ), changed and was once again out the door and on my way to Andrew's. Now for the best part, spending a lovely evening with the man I love. Not much can beat that. And after some stressful last few days between us, it was a much needed time together. But like all good times, they come to an end way to fast. So, home I went and spent some quality time with my family to finish out the evening as we watched "The Fantastic Mr. Fox" (a movie I think every one should watch just once so that they may laugh at it's utter absurdity!).

So, now I sit here, on my bed, telling you of these goings on. Today was a very good day and I thank you for taking the time to even bother reading all of my ramblings. Summer days have been good to me this year and I look forward to many more before this Summer is over. Have a good night and I shall BYL

Words of Love

So earlier today a guy friend of mine was talking to me about this girl he used to date and can't seem to move past. He wrote this poem/song about her and I thought I would share it(with his permission, of course).




"singing to a sound long since burned out,
deciphering what this love is all about.
Trying to imagine a star crossed induction,
living with the product of my ill fated seduction.
Dangling on the edge of this infernal madness,
my heart being filled with my simmering sadness.
My options limited by my own decisions,
its piercing my heart with surgical precision...
is my heart really on fire, is this just a foolish desire?
Is this what it seems, shall I follow my dreams?
Do I take this chance, do I offer to dance,
so I sit on the side, what I need is a guide,
I want some direction...To the girl named perfection...
I don't have a concrete explanation,
only you as my shining inspiration."

Is that not one of the prettiest things you ever heard? Gotta hand it to all you Romantic guys and girls out there, you guys are awesome. I must say that words like a love poem or such have never been my strong suit. I could type hours worth of my meaningless rambling, but words from the heart are hard for me to extract. Sure, I can push past some of that ultra thick padding that lines the connection between my words and my heart if I am really tired(this is a scary thing to hear! O_o), but to just give out what I am feeling is unnaturally hard for me. So if you have any tips on how to turn off my overactive emotion filter(other then sleeplessness) then please let me know. I think this ability would be a wonderful one to have, but as things stand it is not something I posses. So, I will continue in my calculating, but non risk taking sort of way.

Father's day

So it's once again the day in which we are to honor out family patriarch.I woke up this morning to late to see my father(as he had already left for Mount Pleasant Baptist) and he and the family went to lunch this afternoon (without me, of course) so I ended up not seeing him till well into the afternoon. Here in my home we don't really celebrate this "Holiday" of sorts. Yes, we may give mom or dad a card on mother's/father's day, but nothing big. Grandparents may have a cookout, but it's more of just an excuse to have a cook out, not a cook out for the day. So what makes this holiday so important to some and not others? I was on Facebook a little while ago and kept seeing people post things like "My dad is the best", "I am blessed to have such a great dad" or "Happy father's day to all you dad's out there!", but a post by a friend of mine caught my attention. It read, "Happy father's day to all the GOOD father's out there." This struck me(not literally)as I know she has probs with her babies father and this is who the barb was meant for. So what about all those who have absent fathers? Or Father's who really don't know how to be a dad? How does this day affect them? Me and my dad have had a lot of problems over the last few months, but I still love him like crazy. So what about some one who does not love the person that should fill this role in there life? So I am sending a ginormous *hug* out to any that fit this description. Well that's my thought of the day. Until next time, byl

On a Dark Stormy Night....

Have you ever had one of those moments when everything just happens so perfectly horribly that it's terrifyingly funny? Tonight Sam, Lyn, Mary, Krissy, and I were playing flashlight tag out in the woods between my house and the cousin's homes(a very normal thing for us). It's dark, so dark you can't hardly see a hand in front of your face, the moon is strangely absent from the starry sky, lightning flashes off to the east, creating a strobe affect as we run through the to still night air. So the stage is set in motion. Lyn is it, meaning that the rest of us are scurrying for a place to hide and somehow all manage to be in the same place. At the top of the hill above my grandparent's home, we wait and listen for Lyn to come while keeping an ever present watch for the bright beam of light omitted from his hand. Because of the strangely still night air we are all a bit jumpy already, so when Krissy starts saying that she hears something across the field, we all just push it off as her being paranoid. All of the sudden, in the woods behind us we hear the sound of running feet. With a start, we all take off down the hill thinking it is Lyn. Krissy lays flat on the ground, Mary and Sam run to the bottom of the hill and I slide into the woods for cover. Dixy starts to bark and Sam laughs, thinking that she is chasing Lyn, then Lyn comes running from the OTHER direction! With a start we all tell him to shut up and turn in fear towards the sounds in the woods. Dixy is still barking, something is still running. Then we hear it, not a bark of a dog, but a fierce, harsh growl pierce the still air. With a chorus of screams we all take off in a stamped for the safety of the barn. All of this is happening so fast that we even leave poor Krissy where she lays on the ground. Her and Mary pull up the end while the rest of us lead onward in our sudden migration to the fortitude of the barn. We all rush in, bolting doors and cutting on lights as fast as we can. By this time we are all out of breath and more then a little worried, but we quickly become braver and open the door(but only when the outside light is shining brightly) and venture outside. At this point we are all laughing a bit but still a bit shook up. So we walk a little farther from the light, listening to Dixy barking in the woods. This sound pierces the air once more, this time only a few yards away! With panic in the air we all scream and turn, running for the barn and slamming the door behind us in terror. Now we are more then scared, we are utterly shaken to the bone. One of the siblings calls home and asks for dad to come up so we stand, waiting for him and listening for the sound that has been stalking us. Sam and Lyn open up one of the doors and like the cowards that we all are stick their heads out while holding a pitchfork for protection. We give up on this plan fast and sit back to wait. About 2 min later as we stand by the big sliding doors of the barn they are suddenly pounded on from the outside. As we are all terrified already we all start to scream at this intrusion of our peace. We open the door to find dad standing there, laughing at our fear. Then we tell him what has accrued and we all walk out with him and listen as Dixy chases it farther into the woods. Every few barks she lets out is followed by it's eerie howl. We all make it back home and even Dixy makes it back after a while, but it's still a night that we will not forget any time soon. And as I am sure you would expect, we shall not be playing flashlight tag again any time soon.....

The sound we heard we have identified as a bobcat(or maybe a crazy fox ;) ) here is the link for what we heard. Check it out...if you dare....

http://www.google.com/url?sa=t&source=web&cd=3&ved=0CB4QFjAC&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.audiosparx.com%2Fsa%2Farchive%2FMammals%2FBobcats%2FBobcat-growl-01%2F137417&rct=j&q=bobcat+growl+sounds&ei=k3UITM6KFoWsNbbshbYE&usg=AFQjCNFdaoy95UaMDjDNDU7U0pwy5fc9Tg