I went to bed early last night and Sadie just woke me up to go outside it’s 3 in the morning now and I was sitting on the balcony and all of a sudden I saw 1 little firefly (Lampyrida) flying all over the place and it took me back to childhood and how cruel we were by catching them and removing the light and making earrings, rings, and necklaces out of them or catching a bunch of them and putting them in a jar.

At the time I didn’t know I was being mean and cruel and that I was killing them, but now it makes me sad and we played with  June Bugs or beetles by catching them and tying strings around one leg and making them fly and buzz until they lost their poor little legs. No one explained to me how cruel that was at the time so it was one of our favorite past times.

I felt so bad that I had tortured and maimed these insects and I didn’t even know their proper names so I looked them up and read all about them at wikipedia. I read a lot of very interesting information about those poor little insects that kids love to catch and torture. I remember my son doing the very same thing as I did and I also remember that I didn’t explain to him that they had a right to live.

I realized sitting out there watching that 1 little firefly that we do many things in our life that we never even give a second thought to or at least I haven’t until lately. Now some of the weirdest stuff pops into my head that I never even wondered about and I immediately have to go look it up to find out more about it. It makes me wonder why I wasn’t more curious when I was younger. I always took things at face value and didn’t dig deeper. I’m going back to bed, I’m getting weird.

SS has opened it’s doors to the public and since I was a guinea pig for statistic testing I was allowed entry early, but not as early as those that were able to go to Izeafest. Everyone thought this was going to be the answer to a prayer, now I believe in miracles, but I knew this was not going to be perfect. If you read the forum at all you will see that many people were angry that they didn’t make it happen sooner, but they had to work some bugs out and they worked around the clock doing the best they could.

People are so impatient and then when they do get something they don’t like it. I was told that I could choose any profile that I wanted to link to so I’m linking (link removed) to my profile because I love me and I like to promote the companies I get involved with although I have to admit that I haven’t gotten that involved yet. The option to jump in is there when I choose and just as long as PP stays open I’ll be quite happy.

I like when I can get paid for an opportunity  and it’s a neutral post and they actually want my opinion of the things I like and don’t like so they can make it better, so that is what I will try and convey with this one. I’ll start with the parts that are okay with me. It seems pretty straight forward and easy to navigate, but I like the way PPP is set up better. I like the fact that you can use the nofollow tag now, but at this point I really don’t care about Google and page rank because it’s such a fluctuating and unsure thing.

It’s good for the advertisers budget that you have the open market pricing, but that also fluctuates and I don’t like it either. I was in the queue for 3 opps at one price and by the time I was up for the opp the price had dropped drastically so needless to say I haven’t done any yet. That doesn’t make me unhappy though with SS because I know it will take time to sort everything out and stabilize and I’m sure it will because they have a great team and I always see how helpful they are. I wish only the best for this new venture.

Well, I’m happy to say I just did a search for Bonny Oaks School and at least Google has the post indexed on the first page for now so maybe some of the kids will find me if they think to do a search. So now I think I’ll just chit chat for awhile before I nod off for the night. I remember them as kids, but of course they would be mature adults, but my mind didn’t grasp that yet.

It was so muggy today, but it’s a little cooler now with a breeze blowing and we’re suppose to get some showers. I can hear my bamboo chimes hitting together. I had them on the front porch and Bill said when he would hear them that it reminded him of Vietnam so I got a different one for the front porch and brought my bamboo upstairs, so he doesn’t hear them as much.

My brother came over tonight and I cut his hair while Bill worked on the Bike. He seldom ever lets me buy him anything, but I knew he wanted the back off light module for his bike so I finally got to buy him something. It flashes 3 times pauses and flashes 3 more times as long as you have the brakes on. People have a way of over looking motorcycles so anything that can get their attention is good. I love that air horn we put on last year, that really comes in handy.

I thought people were bad about overlooking a big Harley, but it seems they don’t see a small scooter at all. I was riding it in the fairgrounds so I can get use to it and I was puttin along and some stupid truck didn’t even see me and he was suppose to stop because I had the right away, but he just came straight on out and I could have easily have panicked and ran right into him.

It really shook me up and made me realize how inconsiderate drivers really are especially if they don’t ride a bike themselves. People that ride tend to be more alert for others that share the road. I need a lot more practise before I want to take a road trip with Bill. I followed him around the fairgrounds to get the feel of where my position would be and how I would feel following behind.

He tends to stop where he doesn’t need to, maybe he thought he was giving me more practise at stopping, but I wasn’t expecting it because we were on the main strip an didn’t need to stop so I got confused at what the devil he was doing. He’s lucky I didn’t back end him, of course I’m chuckling now, but this was after I had almost collided with that truck and my nerves were a little frayed.

When I get more comfortable with this I want to trade it in on a 150 cc because I can already tell I want more power. I took the practise test online for the motorcycle permit and got 23 out of 25 so I did really well on the practise. It was mostly common sense questions, but they word them weird. The guy we bought the scooter from said everyone fails the test the first time so I guess we’ll see how good I do when I take the real one.

After I get the permit and a bigger scooter I can then go anywhere and wont be limited to just around town. I can ride the highways and freeways then. I really trust Bill and he’s a very safe and cautious biker, but it feels pretty good being able to go on your own power. Of course he would no doubt worry more especially if he wasn’t around. Okay that’s enough chit chat…Goodnight

Back in 1964 I was put into an orphanage called Bonny Oaks and I lived there till 1968. I always tell people that I was institutionalized when I was young just to see the look on their face. Because automatically they think I was in a nut house. Of course Bonny Oaks was crazy at times, but it wasn’t an asylum, oh wait maybe it was.

Seriously it was my home for 4 years and I met a lot of great people there and got to do a lot of cool things in this orphanage. I learned a lot and we were taught values. It saddens me that the orphanage was closed down because it did so much for so many young kids. We had lots of brother and sisters, of course with that many children there was always a lot of different fusses and fights going on.

The Bonny Oaks School was located in Chattanooga, Tennessee, I forgot to mention that. I was just thinking that if one of the kids saw the headline they would of course know what I was talking about. There are a lot of generous people in the world and I would like to send out a heartfelt Thank-you to all people that sponsor a child. I’m sure you’ve seen the commercial on TV about sponsoring a child for so much a month.

Well, I was one of those children and each month we had to send our sponsor a letter and pictures when we had them and tell them about our life and how things were going with us. Many of the sponsors got very involved with their kid and some even adopted their child, which was great for everyone concerned. We also had a regular sponsor and they would take us to their home and help provide a type of family feeling.

My friend Connie and I were sponsored by a Church Of Christ and there were several families that shared us. They bought us presents, took us to church and paid our tution for a church school called Boyd-Buchanan. I have lots of good memories to look back on. I was fortunate and had another sponsor whom I loved. She treated me just like a little sister and we had so much fun together and I loved her family.

When she got a divorce Mr. Adamson didn’t think she was a good role model for me and tried to stop it, that’s another story. That brings me to the point of this post, Mr. Adamson recently passed away, but he had been active with the Bonny Oaks children up until his demise. Some years ago one of the girls, Christine Haven started a website for the Bonny Oaks School and if you are one of the kids you will be able to find old pictures of yourself there.

With the Internet being such a great tool for finding lost friends I don’t know why I didn’t think to do this sooner. You never know where one of the Bonny Oaks kids might pop up and if you are one of them you will be delighted with the site that Christine put together. When Bonny Oaks closed all those scrapbooks went to the public library and apparently it cost quite a bit of money to have the photos put on cd’s. I was really tickled to find the old ones of myself.

You can also register and share old memories if you want to. I missed the last big reunion that they planned, but I had fun looking at the people I remembered all grown up. This was so cool and a very thoughtful thing for Christine to do for the kids. You can see photos of some of the mini reunions also. I tried to stay in touch with a few of the kids, but everyone has their own life and even though we all share that bond those old friendships kind of get pushed to the back burner.