The Bow Belle

Today is National College Colors Day.  I didn't attend University of Kentucky, and my sister isn't there anymore, but she and her husband had a very positive experience in Lexington, so I'll always have a soft spot for UK.  I couldn't find my University of Kentucky bow, so I'm wearing one of my other blue bows. Not that Sister and Brother-in-Law are unhappy at University of Arkansas, of course!  Sister loves her boss, which is saying something since some of Sister's past bosses have been rude or overly demanding or sexist.  No, Sis really likes this guy, and his wife too.  My brother-in-law also gets along well with his boss, but he gets along with just about everybody.  I need to find my Razorback hair bow; I know I've got one somewhere.  But in the meantime I'll stick with Sparkle Blue here. Blue love, RagingMoon1987 

It's National Skyscraper Day.  Shudder, just the thought of that makes me nauseous.  I hate, hate, HATE heights!  And yet...and yet I think hot air balloons are cool. As I've said before I wouldn't go up in a hot air balloon unless you paid me a million dollars (I admit I said "unless"), but I do love to look at 'em. In other news, it is balls soup hot in the Bootheel again, and in most of the center of the country.  It was hot when July transitioned into August, and now it's hot again.  Look at this! No relief in sight, not eight days away or anytime in between!  That combined with our cantankerous A/C has made for some miserable living conditions.  I find it ironic that I moved my animals (and myself) over to Uncle Man-Child's place to escape the heat, and it's hot anyway!  But it's not as bad as it would've been at my old house (it has no functioning A/C at all). Love, RagingMoon1987

Huzzah, it's another random day!   This is arguably the most original bow I own.  How many of y'all have heard of a heart made from a zipper???  I love the color combo too, and the polka dots.  It's just a very unique bow, and I love anything unique. Love, RagingMoon1987

It's another random day, as are most of the days this week, so I picked an old favorite. My mama really likes this one for some reason.  I like it too because it's one of my more comfortable bows.  It used to light up so it's a bit heavy, but it doesn't pull my hair. For the record, it IS Ginger Cat Appreciation Day, and since yellow cats are included on the ginger spectrum, that means my Adric. Happy Ginger Cat Appreciation Day, Adric!  I love the living snot out of you.  I love all six of my cats and both my dogs, but of the six Adric is the most affectionate...well, maybe he ties with Tommy, since both my boy cats will follow us around until they get chin scratchies.  Adric also likes to stick his nose in my ear.  It's hilarious; I'll be sitting at the table watching the other cats eat, and I'll hear "snuffle-snuffle-PURR-snuffle," and it'll be Adric clamoring for attention. All our cats are special, but if you've got a yellow one, give ...

The other day was Lemonade Day , and now it's Lemon Juice Day! Truth be told, I actually prefer lime juice to lemon juice.  Mama and I had that discussion yesterday, LOL.  Don't get me wrong, I love lemons and lemonade, but I LOVE limeade.  It's green, or greener than lemonade, and it's more sour.  Mind y'all, I don't like things so sour that my jaws ache ( Cry Baby gumballs did that to me one Halloween), but I do like them naturally sour, like citrus fruits are.  Citrus fruits also help fight kidney stones, so that's an extra incentive.  But yeah, I love lemon juice and lime juice, especially in plain ol' water or in iced tea. That's all for today!  Definitely lighter than my last lemon bow post. Lemon love (and lime love), RagingMoon1987

Today is for our critters that are over the Rainbow Bridge. As far as I know BowBow is NOT over the Rainbow Bridge, but JoJo Siwa is a pet owner like the best of us, and she knows what it's like to lose 'em.  One of hers got taken by coyotes, which I can also relate to.  When I was little my paternal grandparents had four dogs, and one was a beagle named Peep.  Peep was allowed to roam loose (unlike the other dogs), and it caught up to her a couple'a times.  She spent the last few years of her life crippled after a car hit her, and not long after Grandpa died the coyotes got her.  Daddy found her remains on the ridge and buried her, and that was the end of my friend Peep. That said, I love coyotes.  I know they can be pesky and destructive, but they have their place in the world and I respect 'em.  On winter nights we can hear 'em way off, howling and yipping.  I love to hear 'em, but at the same time I'm glad they're out at the ridge and I'm here...