Sunday, October 4, 2015

Be a good neighbor

We are having a great series at Seacoast on ‘Like a good neighbor’. Charleston has gone thru quite a bit this year to show what kind of neighbors we are. Currently we are experiencing a weather phenomenon dumping tremendous amounts of rain on the LowCountry. I have been moving during the storm and finally am settled in my new place. This morning there was a lull in the rain and I took Sam the corgi for a much needed long walk around the Battery condos. 

As I came to the main intersection, I noticed there was some flooding, 4-5 inches deep. Cars were gingerly driving thru the water to get out the main gate. I brought Sam home and retrieved my camera to photograph the flooding. I was trying to be quick, because I wanted to make the 10 AM service at Seacoast. 

As I began photographing the scene, I realized the reason why it was flooded, the drainage grates were clogged with pine straw and leaves. The first grate was not to deep, and as I kicked away the debris, water began draining. 

I carefully waded out to the second grate with was a good four inches deep and started removing the debris over to landscaping. Quickly water began to swirl and drain, and within a few minutes, the flooded area was drained. 

An elderly gentleman approached in his car, and thanked me, and explained that he had been very wary to drive through the water. It wasn’t much, but it made life a little better  ( and safer) for my neighbors. 

So when I listened to Pastor Greg this morning, his message of ‘like a good neighbor’ really hit home. So today, wether you are having an emergency or it is just a normal day, be a great neighbor. 

PS: My camera time was off, coz I made it to Seacoast right at 10 AM!

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Are ya happy now?

Now, don’t just walk away
Pretending everything’s ok
And you don’t care about me
And I know there’s just no use
When all your lies become your truths and I don’t care... yeah, yeah, yeah

Could you look me in the eye
And tell me that you’re happy now, ohhh, ohhh
Would you tell it to my face or have I been erased,
Are you happy now?
Are you happy now?

You took all there was to take,
And left me with an empty plate
And you don’t care about it, yeah.
And I am givin' up this game
I’m leaving you with all the blame cause I don’t care, yeah, yeah yeah,

Could you look me in the eye?
And tell me that you’re happy now, oohh oohhh
Would you tell it to my face or have I been erased,
Are you happy now? Ohhh, ohhhh
Are you happy now?
Are you happy now? yeah, yeah, yeah.

Do you really have everything you want?
You can't ever give somethin' you ain't got
You can’t run away from yourself

Could you look me in the eye?
and tell me that you're happy now, yeah, yeah
come on, tell it to my face or have i been replaced,
are you happy now? Ohhh, ohhhh
are you happy now?

Would you look me in the eye?
Could you look me in the eye?
I’ve had all that I can take
I'm not about to break
Cause I’m happy now, ohhh, ohhh
Are you happy now?

Friday, April 3, 2015

"Old And Wise"

As far as my eyes can see
There are shadows approaching me
And to those I left behind
I wanted you to know
You've always shared my deepest thoughts
You follow where I go

And oh when I'm old and wise
Bitter words mean little to me
Autumn winds will blow right through me
And someday in the mist of time
When they asked me if I knew you
I'd smile and say you were a friend of mine
And the sadness would be lifted from my eyes
Oh when I'm old and wise

As far as my eyes can see
There are shadows surrounding me
And to those I leave behind
I want you all to know
You've always shared my darkest hours
I'll miss you when I go

And oh, when I'm old and wise
Heavy words that tossed and blew me
Like autumn winds will blow right through me
And someday in the mist of time
When they ask you if you knew me
Remember that you were a friend of mine
As the final curtain falls before my eyes
Oh when I'm old and wise

As far as my eyes can see

Friday, February 27, 2015

A long time coming

It seems like a life time ago I bought my first Harley- a 1200 Sportster in a beautiful shade of blue. I learned to ride again (after being told by ex mother in law that 'nice girls didn't ride') - I made friends, took her on the Blue Ridge Parkway and the Tail of the Dragon- It wasn't too long before I realized she was just not the right bike for me.

Enter the Softail Deluxe - I stumbled onto an incredible deal and bought  'Black Beauty' - a beautiful all black Deluxe with saddle bags. Slowly I made her my own- chrome and pipes, eventually paint, more chrome, and Led lighting- for 9 years she was my ride- 35000 miles were on her- incredible miles to wonderful places, Key West, Outer Banks, Williamsburg.....  Sadly, I outgrew her as well.

Now it is time to introduce 'Sunny' as my latest. She has been a long time in coming. A beautiful Harley Street glide in Chrome yellow pearl- I knew a while ago that I wanted a StreetGlide- they are beautiful bikes with a fairing , an entertainment system, technology and a smooth ride. They aren't cheap- so I hatched a plan and started working (Joe getting my dream bike in September didn't help- AND to add insult to injury he asked ME to pick the thing up). I have worked countless nights- taken care of the sickest of the sick, wiped more butts than I care to count, pushed IV meds and suctioned out an unknown number of trachs.- all this AFTER my full time day job and position as student. It all came to fruition when I picked my new ride up and brought it home.

Now I am just waiting for warmer weather and DRY weather so I can grab some seat time........

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


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-