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Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Just one of those days


Bells will be ringing the sad, sad news
Oh what a Christmas to have the blues
My baby's gone I have no friends
To wish me greetings once again

Choirs will be singing silent night
Those Christmas carols by candlelight
Please come home for Christmas 
Please come home for Christmas 
If not for Christmas by new year's night

Friends and relations send salutations
Just as sure as the stars shine above 
This is Christmas, Christmas my dear
The time of year to be with the one that you love

Then won't you tell me, you'll never more roam
Christmas and new year will find you at home
There'll be no more sorrow, no grief or pain
Cause I'll be happy that it's Christmas once again.

Then won't you tell me, you'll never more, you'll never more roam
Christmas and new year will find you at home
There'll be no more sorrow, no grief or pain
Cause I'll be happy that it's Christmas once again.

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

How a dog wants to be remembered-

I had to put my beautiful sweet Renny boy down today.

He was 14 1/2 years young. I was blessed to be his second mom. He had a wonderful mom who was older, became ill and passed away. He went into rescue and the angel of corgis in Charleston sent him to me. I gave him a good home and loved him as if he had been in my home since he was a puppy. My good friend Patrick Nichols sent this to me to make me feel better - and it is worth sharing- All the credit goes to Eugene O'Neill



Hope this helps


I, SILVERDENE EMBLEM O'NEILL (familiarly known to my family, friends, and acquaintances as Blemie), because the burden of my years and infirmities is heavy upon me, and I realize the end of my life is near, do hereby bury my last will and testament in the mind of my Master. He will not know it is there until after I am dead. Then, remembering me in his loneliness, he will suddenly know of this testament, and I ask him then to inscribe it as a memorial to me.
I have little in the way of material things to leave. Dogs are wiser than men. They do not set great store upon things. They do not waste their days hoarding property. They do not ruin their sleep worrying about how to keep the objects they have, and to obtain the objects they have not. There is nothing of value I have to bequeath except my love and my faith. These I leave to all those who have loved me, to my Master and Mistress, who I know will mourn me most, to Freeman who has been so good to me, to Cyn and Roy and Willie and Naomi and -- But if I should list all those who have loved me, it would force my Master to write a book. Perhaps it is vain of me to boast when I am so near death, which returns all beasts and vanities to dust, but I have always been an extremely lovable dog.

I ask my Master and Mistress to remember me always, but not to grieve for me too long. In my life I have tried to be a comfort to them in time of sorrow, and a reason for added joy in their happiness. It is painful for me to think that even in death I should cause them pain. Let them remember that while no dog has ever had a happier life (and this I owe to their love and care for me), now that I have grown blind and deaf and lame, and even my sense of smell fails me so that a rabbit could be right under my nose and I might not know, my pride has sunk to a sick, bewildered humiliation. I feel life is taunting me with having over-lingered my welcome. It is time I said good-bye, before I become too sick a burden on myself and on those who love me. It will be sorrow to leave them, but not a sorrow to die. Dogs do not fear death as men do. We accept it as part of life, not as something alien and terrible which destroys life. What may come after death, who knows? I would like to believe with those of my fellow Dalmatians who are devout Mohammedans, that there is a Paradise where one is always young and full-bladdered; where all the day one dillies and dallies with an amorous multitude of houris, beautifully spotted; where jack rabbits that run fast but not too fast (like the houris) are as the sands of the desert; where each blissful hour is mealtime; where in long evenings there are a million fireplaces with logs forever burning, and one curls oneself up and blinks into the flames and nods and dreams, remembering the old brave days on earth, and the love of one's Master and Mistress.

I am afraid this is too much for even such a dog as I am to expect. But peace, at least, is certain. Peace and long rest for weary old heart and head and limbs, and eternal sleep in the earth I have loved so well. Perhaps, after all, this is best.

One last request I earnestly make. I have heard my Mistress say, "When Blemie dies we must never have another dog. I love him so much I could never love another one." Now I would ask her, for love of me, to have another. It would be a poor tribute to my memory never to have a dog again. What I would like to feel is that, having once had me in the family, now she cannot live without a dog! I have never had a narrow jealous spirit. I have always held that most dogs are good (and one cat, the black one I have permitted to share the living room rug during the evenings, whose affection I have tolerated in a kindly spirit, and in rare sentimental moods, even reciprocated a trifle). Some dogs, of course, are better than others. Dalmatians, naturally, as everyone knows, are best. So I suggest a Dalmatian as my successor. He can hardly be as well bred or as well mannered or as distinguished and handsome as I was in my prime. My Master and Mistress must not ask the impossible. But he will do his best, I am sure, and even his inevitable defects will help by comparison to keep my memory green. To him I bequeath my collar and leash and my overcoat and raincoat, made to order in 1929 at Hermes in Paris. He can never wear them with the distinction I did, walking around the Place Vendôme, or later along Park Avenue, all eyes fixed on me in admiration; but again I am sure he will do his utmost not to appear a mere gauche provincial dog. Here on the ranch, he may prove himself quite worthy of comparison, in some respects. He will, I presume, come closer to jack rabbits than I have been able to in recent years. And for all his faults, I hereby wish him the happiness I know will be his in my old home.

One last word of farewell, Dear Master and Mistress. Whenever you visit my grave, say to yourselves with regret but also with happiness in your hearts at the remembrance of my long happy life with you: "Here lies one who loved us and whom we loved." No matter how deep my sleep I shall hear you, and not all the power of death can keep my spirit from wagging a grateful tail.

Tao House, December 17th, 1940

Monday, November 17, 2014

Broken

Look at you and you look at me
in the mirror, my analogy, 
and yes it seems that I have a way that is something strange
(that everybody wants to rearrange)

You know I never thought I was a beauty queen
and I never felt like a part of the scene
but when I look at you and you look at me
I never want you to change a thing

I see you broken in all the right places
I see you broken in all the right places


Got a message from the TV screen
said I need a body made of plasticine
I could get a model made to the extreme
but it wouldn't matter if you know what I mean

You know I never thought I had to rearrange
and I kept the pieces that I thought were strange
and when I look at you and you look at me
I never want you to change a thing

I see you broken in all the right places



Thanks I am Jen

Sunday, September 7, 2014

I spent the weekend with heroes......

I had the most amazing weekend- I spent the weekend with heroes- all sorts-

It started Saturday night at the Charleston Airport- there was a Patriot Guard Mission for an Honor Flight - These are flights at no cost to the veteran to Washington DC for the day to see the memorials created in their honor- These men are in their late 80's - and this may have been the last flight out of our area- Words cannot describe the feeling and the emotion- So I will let photos speak for me-











As if that wasn't enough, Sunday morning started stormy and rainy. Slowly the skies cleared up and I headed to LowCountry Harley for the 9/11 Memorial ride. I must say I wish we had more bikes- but I am glad for every rider that showed up and rode- We rode for the 343 firefighters and paramedics lost, the 60 police officers,  and the 2500+ civilians. The North Charleston Fire Department supplied the honor guard- Again- words aren't enough......




All in all- a weekend I won't forget soon, and very well spent........

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

How I came to go to Sturgis!




Several months ago I made friends with an amazing guy- we would share war stories, trials and tribulations. We both loved to shag ( get your mind out f the gutter- it is a DANCE)- and quickly we became dance partners,
and began dating. It didn't take long for him to have my heart- (For those of you have read this blog- you know that my heart was shattered a few years ago- ) Anyway I digress-

So one Monday night as we were leaving the Summerville shag event, somehow the subject turned to motorcycles. It seems that Joe had ridden prior- and we all know me- Harley momma- we both were discussing our bucket list when Joe asked ‘You want to go to Sturgis?’ and a plan was hatched. While he was gone on his ship, I would pull things together, I still need a rain suit.

The map claimed 1800 miles one way, we found a campground- Joe BOUGHT a bike, yes bought a bike, we had a trailer- the only thing standing in my way was work- Joe and I decided we would rather spend time together and I left a job I liked a LOT, but was not in love with- Joe really is my heart- 

So on a hot muggy Friday, we packed my truck and trailer-
and at midnight- pulled out for our adventure. I can’t begin to describe the nerves in my stomach- would my truck be ok? would my trailer have a flat tire, would the bikes make it, did I make the right decision leaving my job- Holding hands with Joe as we traveled cross country made all my fears abate-

We cruised thru North Carolina- where I told him to never stop to buy gas, Tennessee, where we stopped in Knoxville - Go Vols, got thru Kentucky quickly and then into Illinios- land of cornfields and soybeans,  
( Yes I am a corn thief  then into Missouri where I got to see the arch and Busch Stadium.      

We made our way to Nebraska and the WORST storm I have ever been in (but missed seeing Sam) and finally to South Dakota., and then finally STURGIS!


So you know-  we camped in my trailer- and thank goodness- when it rained we stayed dry- had the cutest port a john- and could hear the concerts at the Buffalo Chip……



For the record- 
South Dakotians are the BEST- very honest, and accommodating people- 

The Full Throttle- is a shit hole that waters down their drinks- watch this year- bet you see Michael Ballard hollering about the storms, not being able to pay for the bar and Motley Crue not being able to play- 
Lamphere’s Campground is AWESOME- And Russ Lamphere and his wife- two of the finest people I have ever met- 

Yes we went to Bridal Veil falls, Mt Rushmore and Crazy Horse, as well as Rapid City, and I got to visit with Lynn Isenhour -






Friday, May 23, 2014

Gone with the Wind

I don't really know what google did- but in the blink of an eye, my blog was gone - without so much as a warning- needless to say, I was upset- I mean these have been my thoughts, my writings, my musings since 2010- Thanks to Eduardo @ google for helping me restore my site and my words-

Saturday, March 15, 2014

Not a lot I miss

Ohhh, I miss the misery!

I've been a mess since you stayed,
I've been a wreck since you changed,
Don't let me get in your way,
I miss the lies and the pain,
The fights that keep us awake-ake-ake
I'm tellin you!

I miss the bad things,
The way you hate me,
I miss the screaming,
The way that you blame me!
Miss the phone calls,
When it's your fault,
I miss the late nights,
Don't miss you at all!
I like the kick in the face,
And the things you do to me!
I love the way that it hurts!
I don't miss you, I miss the misery!

I've tried but I just can't take it,
I'd rather fight than just fake it (cause I like it
Rough),
You know that I've had enough,
I dare ya to call my bluff,
Can't take to much of a good thing
I'm tellin you!

I miss the bad things,
The way you hate me,
I miss the screaming,
The way that you blame me!
Miss the phone calls,
When it's your fault,
I miss the late nights,
Don't miss you at all!
I like the kick in the face,
And the things you do to me!
I love the way that it hurts!
I don't miss you, I miss the misery!

Just know that I'll make you hurt,
(I miss the lies and the pain what you did to me)
When you tell me you'll make it worse
(I'd rather fight all night than watch the TV)
I hate that feelin inside
You tell me how hard you'll try
But when we're at our worst
I miss the misery

I miss the bad things,
The way you hate me,
I miss the screaming,
The way that you blame me.

I miss the rough sex,
Leaves me a mess,
I miss the feeling of pains in my chest!
Miss the phone calls,
When it's your fault,
I miss the late nights,
Don't miss you at all!
I like the kick in the face,
And the things you do to me!
I love the way that it hurts!
I don't miss you, I miss the misery!

Friday, March 7, 2014

I let you go-

Yesterday I saw the sun shinin',
And the leaves were fallin' down softly,
My cold hands needed a warm, warm touch,
And I was thinkin' about you.

Here I am lookin' for signs of leaving,
You hold my hand, but do you really need me?
I guess it's time for me to let you go,
And I've been thinkin' about you,
I've been thinkin' about you.

When you sail across the ocean waters,
And you reach the other side safely,
Could you smile a little smile for me?
'cause I'll be thinkin' about you,

\

Sunday, March 2, 2014

SO DONE!


You've been wearing that crown and tearing me down
It's been a while since you've treated me right
You strung me along for far too long cause I never gave up the fight
Until now

It's gonna hit you hard 'til you see stars
It’s gonna put you through a world of hurt
Oh, I don't believe in getting even but giving what you deserve
Oh my, oh my, huh.

Mama always told me that I should play nice
She didn't know you when she gave me that advice
I'm through with you
You're one bridge I'd like to burn
Bottle up the ashes, smash the urn
I'm through with you, la dee da

I don't wanna be your "just for fun",
Don't wanna be under your thumb
All I wanna be is done
Done

You crossed the line too many times,
I'm gonna put you in your place
You play with dynamite, don't be surprised
When I blow up in your face
Oh my, oh my, huh.

Mama always told me that I should play nice
But she didn't know you when she gave me that advice
I'm through with you
You're one bridge I'd like to burn
Bottle up the ashes, smash the urn
I'm through with you, la dee da

I don't wanna be part of your fun,
Don't wanna be under your thumb
All I wanna be is done

 with your selfish ways
and all the games you play
I'm through with you and everything you say

Ta!

Mama told me that I should play nice
She didn't know you when she gave me that advice

Mama always told me that I should play nice
But she didn't know you when she gave me that advice
I'm through with you
You're one bridge I'd like to burn
Scatter the ashes, smash the urn
I'm through with you, la dee da

I don't wanna be your "just for fun",
Don't wanna be under your thumb
All I wanna be is done
All I wanna be is done
Ugh!

Hey, hey, hey , hey ooh,
I wanna be done
So done
So done


Thanks to the Band Perry for saying it!- DONE!

Saturday, February 1, 2014

On Lonliness

Loneliness is a complex and usually unpleasant emotional response to isolation or lack of companionship. Loneliness typically includes anxious feelings about a lack of connectedness or communality with other beings, both in the present and extending into the future. As such, loneliness can be felt even when surrounded by other people.

No one understands the loneliness that I feel. I can be in a room full of people and feel isolated and all alone. I am nonexistent, invisible. I crave companionship of a human, a friend, of someone who can truly understand what I am going through, and empathize with the feelings that I am feeling on a daily basis.

I don't need any kind of charity friendship. I don't need anything that is fake or fictitious or that is make-believe. Just once, I crave that one on one connection where someone truly understands what I need, that I am human, that I hurt, and that I cry.

 I am so tired of plastering of smile on my face while watching everybody else have a good time. Just once, I want to have a good time.

I think I need to turn my endeavors inward, because as long as I turn them outward I think I'll always be disappointed. I hope someday I can make myself truly happy.