Rez Dog Continued

Train Late?..... Train always late. The Tall Blackfoot Man announced. He appeared out of the darkness where my dog friend was last seen. He wore a woodland camo BDU shirt wrangler blue jeans and Red Chuck Taylor Sneakers. He askedd if we were waiting for the Train?

Yes we replied in unison. "Is this your Mother?" when we answered yes he bowed his head and took Mom's hand he quickly commented about Mom's hands twisted and gnarled from years of rheumatoid arthritis. He asked to hold her hands. Mom would comment later how warm his hands were and how her hands felt different afterward.

He then began a story, serving in the Army during Vietnam he related that before he went "In Country" His mother gifted him a "Swiss Army Knife" He carried thru his tours of Viertnam. His mother was also responsible for packing fresh food for his journey in his Expedition size Cooler what most people would carry for a group this man carried for himself.
Our Friend hitchiked across country after returning from Vietnam, he mentioned that his mother was fond of pottery he found himself in New Mexico and the Sky City of Acoma.

Finding a vendor with some beautiful pottery our friend reached in his pocket to discover he did not have enough to pay for this one particular piecce of pottery.

He felt his swiss army knife, the one his mother gave to him. He began to take it out of hispocket to trade.... "Grande!, Grande! the vendor cried and pointed to our friend's feet.

The Native looked at the vendors feet he judged them to be the same size. Our friends Chuck Taylor's were worn thin and torn. The man with the pottery only spoke spanish. Thru signing a deal was made a piece of pottery for our friends well worn sneakers.

Our friend carefully packed the pottery, unpacked a brand new pair of Chuck Taylor's.
"I got my Mother a pot from Acoma and I got to keep my swiss army knife.

I love that story and I love that piece of time which has been forever captured in my mind.
Native American's love their Mother's and show great respect. Dawn and I are blessed with the Mother (Great Spirit, GOD) let us choose.

Love You Mom

Rez Dog

I got thinking today of a trip to the west by train years ago with my Mom and Dawn (my sister).
While waiting for The Great Northern Train I was befriended by a Rez Dog.
Dog is a symbol of loyalty (Native Belief).
Dawn caught this bonding between myself and my new found friend.
As Darkness fell my friend wandered off with purpose into the pitch black Montana Night.

When the dog was out of sight....A giant of a man (A Blackfoot Indian) appeared before us carrying an Expedition size cooler and a heavily loaded external frame pack upon his back. He announced in our general direction.... 'Train late? Train always late!.......
To Be Continued.

Our Day Continued......

As we walked spread out each following their own inner voice or drummer, I smiled with no pre-concieved ideas or expectation s just living in the moment. as we climbed onto the sun faded red caboose. Looking at the old re-painted and restored Amtrak Train Station I looked up the street to see an old metal sign standing horizontally above so old industrial looking "The other side of the tracks" buildings...... HOPE.

With that I knew in my heart all would be alright how could it not be we were together as a family..... same town, same street, even all contained within one block.

Another thought hit me even though my blood family was not with us in presence they were with us I saw and felt thru their eyes and hearts, so today on the lord's day I say to those who are my family, I LOVE YOU ALL. Are we not blessed to be real and loved.

A special Thanks to Russ and Sarah for always knowing what My wife and I need which is Space, Love, and Understanding.

Our family's Rewarding,Thankful,Happy,Train,Family, Blessed, Content,Fulfilled Day!

Yes dear reader we journeyed from Louisa to Culpeper somehow we avoided Bumpass, (I just like the name no signifigance to our Journey). A family outing to see, Toy Story 3 which i feel had a different meaning for all of us.

Each a personal journey. My leaving home to attend college in Maine learning that it broke my baby sister's heart. The sacred bond that a brother and sister forge.

I will not even try to express the emotions evoked and felt by my other family members.

As we walked up the street to a re-invented Culpeper.Chic shops and restraunts bistros and coffee houses. A lone concrete sentinel (Gargoyle) watched over us. Old lettered signs painted by hand upon old brick walls faded by the elements and time called out to me.

The faint breathing of an elder wishing to not be forgotten. A once thriving vital hardware store now serving drinks and libations.

Virginia is for....

Wednesday morning Louisa Virginia.

The old tourist ad.

For me Virginia is for Family.

As we drove along route 29 the north south route of central Virginia (The Seminole Trail) another tourist ploy a reminder to tourists in the late 20's early thirties that this was the way to Florida where the Seminole reside, Native Americans and runaway slaves.

I have been blessed with my family. No matter what this world decides to put in front of me. My faith and family guide me thru.

Kayla my niece is of great inspiration and one of my spiritual mentors to me. At sixteen years of age, she is wise beyond her years. An "Old Soul".

Her heart overflows with love and desire to serve. I love her and I have learned a deeper meaning of spirit.

Thank You Kayla

Friday July 2nd was the 183 rd Day The Middle of the Year.

This past Friday was the 183rd day of 2010, Today July 4Th I have been taking stock of where i/we have been and where i/we are going.The older i get the more i realize how temporary this world truly is, friends, relationships, children, jobs,money, emotions.
The list is almost infinite, because there is an end which then leads to a new beginning.
I follow my roots Daily Cherokee readings (365 days), and The Tao also enlightens me and of course "The Man" who watches over all of us.

As of late i have not been true to my birthright Cherokee and born as a Libra (The scales) i constantly seek, balance and i have not been balanced for a long time, i and the people i love have suffered. Disconnected from the ground/earth missing the ocean and the thick Green forests i grew up in. I have allowed temporary fleeting actions.... control and overwhelm me, i have not eaten correctly, slept enough or loved and forgiven enough, this must change for me in this temporary body or my soul will be poisoned. At one time i moved quietly with great reverence of this world around me, i flowed and allowed the river of life to carry me where The Great Spirit, wanted me. I need to make some positive changes in my life to return to "The Good Red Road". I have the next 180 days to change. Thanks to those who have the guts to tell me, my only advice is to reflect and look with in and find the same strength to change oneself. Let us see what the next 180 days bring.

Kit Fox Society

Years ago The lakota Indians formed an Elite Warrior society called "The Kit Fox Society". A Special Forces type group that existed within the Tribe.

Members of this Elite group, had a philosophy..... "What is Difficult is Mine".

These Plains Warriors Protected their Tribe and their Family, taking responsibility and ownership of the safety and security of all.

As I grow older I am constantly amazed at how others shun ownership or responsibility, and in some instances imply those that take a stand on a problem or issue are mocked.

As a "Street Warrior based in EMS, I embrace the philosophy of 'What is Difficult is Mine".

I have come to realize that this is my Mission,and My Purpose "To help others in need" "The sick the injured and the unstable".

This mission has taken it's toll on me, my Family, and my Friends. My Tribe.

Each Day I put on my uniform I also apply my "Warrior Face" an emotional "Face Paint/ A mental Teflon.

The last three months have been trying and stressfull I remind myself and my Brother's and Sister's of The Kit Fox Society and "The Get it Got it Club".... take some time to reflect on what is your purpose and what is best for "The Tribe"

Time.......

Time Marches on, Time Slips away.... If I only had more Time, There is never enough Time.

lately I have been thinking of how we move thru this world always looking forward.

Or thinking what we need to do next.

We tend to always look to our future forgetting our past and missing our "moments".

I have been blessed with a Daughter late in Life for that matter I have been blessed with Three even if they don't understand me.

(Hell sometimes I don't understand me).

Even though I watch our youngest every day she grows taller and wiser about her world, never concerned what will happen in the next millisecond or what she will do tommorow, she is full of wonder and awe.

Her curiousity infects me in a good way and when she is at her big Sister's I miss her terribly.

As Her dad I try to gift her with the belief that she can do anything she wishes, cuz God Knows this generation of children need to be strong.

I want to teach her self worth and confidence lessons I am still learning at 48.

As Steven Tyler of Aerosmith Sings to his daughter Liv.....
"I don't want to miss a thing"

Time, like money is temporary, there are only so many marbles in the jar, so spend wisely, but don't be a miser Life is a gift.

Special Thanks To My Family.

Thanks Sarah for Reminding me of the Blog time that has passed.

Peace Out.

Tim a Student of Life.

Old Friends Are Best Friends

It is Tuesday, and I have not written in a while, life is not static it is dynamic and with a three year old it is a whirlwind.

God chose for me to Father a child later in life which I am blessed with My friends however took a more traditional route Married and had Children, in their twenties.

Friends I have known for years fade in and out of my life.

Some live miles away some are gone, some get it other's do not.

There are times you can be right next to a person and still be lonely.
and then there are times that time and space physically seperate however you are closer than someone standing next to you sharing space with every day.

Someone recently stated to me that they "Self Medicate" with mixed drinks to escape. then went on to elude that in the past they have contemplated suicide to "Escape".

My response silence......

I have no desire to lose another friend or aquiantence to suicide.

As I sit in station #4 My daily duties done and no TV.

I am plugged into My MP-3 Player absorbing all that I can.

I thank GOD for another day,
for my friends(past and present).

I ask for strength to sustain and balance my family which is being tested for the next year.

"Excuse Me but this is not the Life I ordered"

Till next time "HI" to all those that "Get it Got It".

Thank You GOD I get it.

Friends from The North Country

Sunday Morning awaiting the arrival of Christina and Kiersten (Check Spelling), I am so proud of them. Flying down here to visit, both never experiencing air travel.

I pray it is a positive experience for both.

Torrie is anxiously awaiting their arrival, Sheryl has hit a "milestone" the house is not "Hospital, No, NASA Clean Room STERILE"

My wife has finally come to the conclusion that people do not visit to inspect their homes but actually want the company of their friends.

Growth is possible for us all.

Back to work tomorrow, I am ready. and It's time.

I miss you my old friend my memories found me no matter that time has passed or that miles separated us before I could say goodbye, what is done is done, moments pass quickly and time is something that you borrow.

We all have so many marbles in a jar.

"Hey Man"

David Bowie lyrics run thru my head,Torrie and I are out and about meeting with Insurance agents and doing errands we always seem to be doing errands, life I guess.

As I was getting dressed today I found myself dressed all in Black, my mood was not a dark one I just found myself dressed in Black.

Even the band on my $5.00 Walmart Roman Numeral Round "Never goes out of style watch face Black.

This prompted me to think What is a Man?

As I got dressed this morning (Torrie who feels the need to dance in our master bath) dancing to The Eagles (daddy's music) stops.... Leans forward and states "Daddy you smell good!" This makes me smile, she then adds Daddy you are Handsome. I smile what a gift this then reminds me of when her two older sisters would conduct a fashion inspection of me before we would leave so I would not embarrass them in my choice of clothing.

I started as a lump of coal however I have always been under pressure, and when coal is under pressure it becomes a Diamond.

As we sit in the parking lot of Target I thought about how eclectic I am and how uncomfortable some of the people I know are of me because I am my own person and a Man comfortable in his own skin, this brought me to "labels' and how people feel a need to Label others and God forbid if you for one day digress from that label.

As of late I have come to grips with who I am.
I'm' Happy who I am even if you don't get me. It's choice, and I am Okay with It.

As Sheryl and I drifted off to sleep me drifting her reading I said.....

"Honey, I've been thinking about a "Harley Davidson Skull Belt Buckle or a Skull and Cross bones a Belt buckle that screams Rock & Roll.

Her reply..... "You can probably get one at the Flea Market".

Yeah I was thinking of it maybe we can go today, I know I'm weird.

Sheryl Replies...."That's what I Love about You!"

I love "Brick"

"Brick" is the youngest male character in ABC's Sitcom "The Middle" I love his facial expressions and his "Tells". He is a "Tom Sawyer", he manipulates his mom by her own design to do his work, "Brick is a Genius! Perhaps there is a leadership book Idea here?

Love that line....
"I don't know all the words but I do know the shirt I am going to wear."Love ya "Brick"

Happy Valentines Day and Junior takes second!

Happy Valentines Day all! my daughter, woke me this morning singing Twinle,Twinkle little Star, she finished kissed me on the cheek, said....I love you Daddy. Thinking I was still asleep she announced outloud that she loves mommy and sissy's and Oma, and grandma, and auntie's and Opa. Her Heart is as big as Montana.

She is my world. Another day out of work, Torrie helped Daddy clean the office and organize, we cleaned the kitchen and read books. (Torrie's choice)

We called "Oma" and Dawn and Mr. Kim.

I am thankful that we are here to celebrate Valentines day after being in our crash.

While talking to Mom I realized how upset she was after our accident. After we said our goodbyes I found myself crying, I do that a lot lately, well ever since the accident, I can only reason my emotional state to the fact that Torrie was involved and I swear all that night Tim Mgraw sang "Don't take the girl" inside my head.

I haven't been right since I fell out of the maple tree that stands sentinel in the circle of my childhood home. At age 10. The daqy that happened was the day I realized that my Dad was a Man and not a Superhero.

Dad showed his emotions when he realized that I was not "Playing" while lying on my back at the base of my maple tree, a length of old rotten manilla rope dangling like a broken arm from the trees canopy.

Our experiences make us who we are, I can only pray that Torrie grows stronger from her experience.

Watched the Daytona 500 6 hours 10 minutes Thank God I can multi-task.

With 2 laps to go Junior turns it on and goes from 10th to 2nd.

My god it was like watching the old man. Long Live The Man In Black #3.

I guess in the end you are always seeking your parents' approval.

Love you Dad.

"Funk Free" and "Zesto is The Besto"

Well I am rid of the "Beast" The Neurologist advised me yesterday that the fracture is "Stable" and I do not have to wear The Collar also known as the "Beast" (because of the funk it creates.) However I am still a Redneck. No Meatballs Though (alto ugh I do find myself strangely aroused when I pass by loaves of Italian Bread?)

Why do you want to hurt Daddy?..... Sarah. LOL.

Anyway I had the pleasure of my daughter's company today and her Demands/Request was Ice Cream and Chicken and a roll.

Ice Cream was the top priority. She Added that she had been good and that she did not want to go to Goodwill!

Ahhhhh, she wants to go to Zesto's a local fast food restaurant.

Very good fried chicken. Torrie and I shared a two piece "Snack".

Torrie of course wove her spell upon all the ladies working at Zesto's.

As we ate Torrie commented that the Dr. fixed Daddy's Neck, and on that note, I will be able to return after the 21st of February. With out restrictions God willing,also Sheryl and I have a lawyer Ref. personal injury (we only wish to protect ourselves and our family.)

It snowed today and I had the opportunity to burn some 35mm film in my newly acquired NIKON FE2.

I will see how it works I plan to have the film developed in the next few days. Keep your fingers crossed.

Bye for now.

I don't mean to be ugly,I was born this way.

Wednesday morning, and my head feels like it came in contact with a louisllville slugger. (nothing like a nice piece of ash to start your day!)

Morning and at night is the worse for me,I try not to complain or take my anger/frustration out on those around me. Ibuprophen is my friend during the day and valuim is my Midnight Rider.

I have yet to light a cigar but I feel it is only a matter of time.

I avoid alcohol (Tequila in the freezer) and I have a full prescription of percocet.

I have too many friends who have fallen prey to both,I am not going to weaken.

If I enjoy a cigar that I intend to be my only vice.

I go to the neurologist today and I have to be on my best behavior and not tell He/She that their office staff

SUCKS

I will withold the "Yankee, Redneck, Headknocker that I am".

Do not release "The Ray" Mom and Dawn can appreciate this last statement.

Sheryl brought home another Cervical Collar a rigid "Short" stiff-neck.

The reason.... so I can have the foam "Hold that Funk" collar cleaned. I fear that the funk is permeated in the foam and I will now refer to the "Funk" as the "Beast" or Benico (The Wolfman with Benico Del Toro is being released this week.)

Thats all for now I have to see what the man in the yellow hat is up to..... Torrie is watching Curious George.

Second day out....how many to go?

Tuesday the ninth, my second day out, frustrated,I am enjoying the time with my daughter.

Awaiting to see a neurologist. If you have never worn a soft foam cervical collar it is a challenge,at best. I have to bathe with a wash cloth, I cannot take the collar off.

This offers another problem, the "funk" that brews and blends with my body odor, a distinct musk at best.

I have been grounded, I am not able to drive,so I am dependent on Sheryl to bring me out and I have to gauge what Torrie and I need for food etc.

Sheryl has just called to tell me that she is off to study group,which apparently I had forgot about because she told me the other day, I don't recall.

I have prepared dinner and Torrie has eaten, she is in her "Jammie's".

I have not eaten because, I don't feel good and I cannot medicate myself, because I am alone I can't take the risk. I feel like shit, I tire easily,my stomach is yuck.

I am not a wimp nor am I a "whiner" I'm just trying to Heal.

Stay tuned....

My wife Sheryl is a Hero to me and Torrie.

My Bride is my Hero.

Hero is not a word I use often or lightly...... But she is.

Last night Our family started out to Little mountain for a fare well gathering for Brian Hartney.
We are going to miss you my friend.

A rainy night here in the mid-lands as we approached the Saluda Circle the SUV in front of us stopped, as Sheryl came to a complete STOP.
Within seconds a pick-up truck behind us driven by a man of 57 years rear-ended us.

At the time I would not know that his vehicle ended up an estimated 35 feet from us and sideways into a ditch.
(no injuries.)

My neck and head killing me, back and chest pain,I asked Sheryl if she was alright? yes my next question how is the baby?

Torrie answered by crying and wanting Mommy and Daddy.


Sheryl the only one of us who could exit the car.

My door and Torrie's door were jammed.

"Monkey's little legs were trapped by the back of my seat,I was helpless.

Sheryl freed Torrie.'s legs and as she was calling 911, she was placing a No-Neck stiff neck collar on me (Thanks Allan).

I watched as my wife Torrie's mother and EMT shifted gears effortlessly between her three roles.

I could smell her adrenaline as I could smell the Meatballs that were another casualty of our crash, half the contents of our new crock - pot on the floor and the remainder in my crotch.

As First-Responders came upon the scene my wife and the other two people who reside inside her directed questions and guided the oncoming responders to our needs.

I was so proud of her. She held C-spine (Her training took over) she performed this duty while calming and consoling our baby.

I was the last to be extricated placed in KED and Long-board (Good Job Saluda).

The Family rode with me in the back, My wife is a lioness protective of me as well as her Cubs.

I was released from Lexington with a Medical Note. Out for Two Weeks until I am cleared by a Neurologist. Dx a Displaced fracture of a bone spur attached to C-7. Stay Tuned.

As I cooked dinner tonight I announced out loud "Mommy is Our Hero"!

Sheryl Replied as I believed she would.... "I'm not a Hero", but in our eyes you are our HERO my Love.

Thank You.

Satisfaction.....

As I move thru this world as an older (not always wiser individual), I have realized that I find a greater satisfaction in Doing it Myself. Whether it is cooking a meal,writing a letter, etc. Example I fixed my wife's car. (it had a vaccum leak no computer diagnostic) I attribute this repair by scratching my head and eliminating the obvious.

Do I dare say it.... Common Sense?

Repair cost.....85cents.

Not going to a Dealership to put the car on a diagnostic computer..... PRICELESS.

Amazing what a little confidence and common sense will take you.

Don't get me wrong I embrace technology, Im' Blogging am I not. Im' just saying we should all keep in mind what separates us from machines. The Human Spirit.

No human should totally immerse oneself in technology that they cannot interact or communicate without the use of a machine.

I believe "all in moderation",and "Balance" (Probably why I was born under the sign of Libra "The Scales").

Living Each Day Thats what gives me satisfaction, knowing I might not have hit the Mark but at least I tried and I got to Live another day.

"Did you Blog Today? or "GOT BLOG"

Rain and freezing rain here in the Midlands of Sunny South Carolina.

As I returned home from work piloting a finicky Chevy aveo.

My wife disarmed me.

After exchanging pleasantries (me struggling with groceries, lunch bag and Tim's current "project bag" a combination of household budget, journals, sketchbook with markers and self improvement material).

Sheryl consumed and in the clutches of Facebook. Pays me an awesome compliment, "did you Blog today?".

I am blown away, I totally forget to tell her that although I have not been exposed to winter driving for almost three years.... I still have it!

As I was coming home I crossed over I-20 via an overpass it"s 32 degrees and although we are surrounded by sand in this state, (one of our largest exports) none is on the road.

As The car starts to break traction I think "this is front wheel drive and I have to steer into it!

I cross the bridge (sideways)thankfully no one is coming as I straighten it I accelerate because if I don't I would have caught dry pavement and been a potential Pt. for Unit#8.

I forget relating my experience because my wife has complimented me and my writing.

She states she looks forward to reading my BLOG's. my only reply......WOW.

Did I mention that she was on Facebook?

Sheryl since we met has gently pushed me to write a book, I have always said that she and my family are just being kind.

However I have reached an understanding of who I am so as I sit here on the couch TV on listening to Craig Morgan sing "Almost Home" I realize that at 48 I am comfortable in my skin and mean it, I am a writer.

Just Freaki'n do it right Sarah!

And Hey if she is just being kind I'm still a writer.

Remember Everyone has a Story.

Missing My Old Friend Allan

Last Night, after awaiting years, I purchased an MP3 Player 4gb RCA $53dollars and change.

I am no longer a "kid" who falls prey to what the media or companies Hype (Sorry Apple and Mr. Steve Jobs).

Anyway I love music always have, 45's, LP's, 8- Tracks.
(Lear Jet Made the first ones)cassettes,CD's and Now digital.

As I announced to my EMS partner Dujour Today I have joined the Digital revolution.

This amused my partner. I replied I might be over ten years late however I am here now. (Mom was right I am "Leo The Late Bloomer).

As I was listening to my new form of personal music, Elton John "Empty Garden" began to play. The song has a double meaning to me, one The Assasination of John Lennon (one of the Beatles, Yoko Ono ruined the Beatles)

The second the suicide of one of my best friends Allan Bryant.

Allan ,Sheryl and myself affectionately called ourselves "The Unholy Trinity" because when all three of us showed up on scene someone died.

We always seemed to have to bear witness to some horrible calls.

I miss my friend every day I carry him in my heart.

I miss our "Bumper Talks".

Our bond spared many co-workers from our wrath due to one of us diffusing the other.by reading each other and taking time to slow down and help one another.

It always seemed that we knew when the other needed a friend.

When I recieved the news of his death a void was created.

I can honestly say that I have not been the same since.

The Take home message.... Enjoy everyday no matter how bad it is, sing even if you can't, write even if you can't, draw even if it is stick figures Just Freak'in TRY.... just LIVE.

Cuz life is way too short, take a chance live without regrets, make a bucket list or don't life is choice, Death is a done deal it's in the fine print, there is a "No Escape Clause" when you are born, Sorry it's not if it's when.

I watch my three year old busy herself with no pre-conceieved thoughts of failing she lives for herself and does not limit herself.

Why should we?

What the Hell happened to Us?

Life is a Gift we all take for granted.

I miss you my Friend, I always will but right now I have to go outside put my foot up on the bumper of Unit #10 and sip a fresh cup of coffee and embrace the day.

Never be afraid to embrace change if it improves you.

Today I had the opportunity to Play and see thru my daughter's eyes (her innocence and wonder is contagious).

We played and created with colored construction paper, built robots and castles with large plastic blocks similar to LEGOS.

We also mixed 3 packets of scrapbook pictures lovingly clipped and ripped by her "Oma" and mailed to Torrie.

As the two of us played.....Daddy did dishes ,laundry and picked up our home.

Keeping in mind a piece of wisdom.

Torrie will only be Three once. I reminded myself of this when she would ask "Daddy can you help me?"

My reply "Of course" dishes can wait,and clothes can be washed later.

life is a series of moments that move us and define us.
I hope I never lose sight of what is Important,

The love of your children and the memories that you may have created or the impact that you made in a moment.

Perhaps if you are lucky years later your child will recall with a smile or tear a special moment that he/she remembers

You are never to old to play and you are never to old to change habits if it improves your life.

"Have a Cigar Boy"

Ahh Wednesday, "Hump-day" Our short week Wednesday, Thursday and then 3 days off.

It is after 5pm and still light out this is my favorite time of day where day slowly surrenders to night.

Some begin winding down and for others their day is just beginning.

As I peek out the window I contemplate enjoying a cigar,
(I only smoke cigars).

Cigar smoking is not for the fast food crowd of tobacco users.

A cigar takes time to enjoy, decisions are made before you even begin to light.

Should I cut,or punch?
Should I use a Match?
"Torch Lighter"? or my Trusty ("Awesome Concert Dude") "BIC" lighter.

After those decisions are made I think of all the Prayers I wish to send skyward thru the exhaled smoke to the Great Spirit.

I think of all the people I know or knew and the one's I miss.

I give thanks for what I have.

I release the thoughts of what I do not have.

These are the thoughts that flow thru me when I enjoy the Sacred Tobacco Leaf.

I am headed outside Now.

"Live In The Now" TBP

"Your Mother"

Torrie and I headed into Columbia today and we stopped in at this old Army/Navy Store. My daughter (PRO-NRA at 3 years of age she loves Knives Too!) decided that she had to climb onto a piece of artillery, as she is exploring it I Realize there is a faded sign stating.... "Please Do Not Stand Or Climb On".

As I attempt to move her.
The owner outside who was enjoying a smoke smiles and states not to worry she is fine.

Alas another adult succumbs to the Torrie charm, she smiles coyly at the owner and in her little sweet as honey voice..... she softly says"Thank You." she then looks up at me and states

"Love you Daddy".

Yup she's good

In the window a pair of size 100 "Tightie Whitees" hung in the window.

This amused Torrie as well as myself. In front of this massive pair of skive es I saw this Ad and I chuckled to myself and Thought....

Why Yes her Mommy does wear combat boots Black Rocky's to be exact just like her husbands Mommy & Daddy wear "Street Combat Boots".

A sad note I heard on the News that Robert Parker The Mystery Author. (one of my favorites) died today. He was reported to have been at his desk writing and suffered a heart attack. He was 77.

Short Week on for the next two.

"What does not kill us wears us down" TBP

A day off and a Dingo

Monday a day off but not really appointments and commitments.

I have to download some pictures of "Sweet Pea" a Carolina Dingo who was Rescued/Adopted by a co-worker.

"sweet pea" is a special story which I will share here first.

"Sweet pea" is a wild dog who had resided in the woods surrounding one of our sub-stations.

Her brother was killed over a year ago.

(we kill or destroy what we do not understand)

"sweet pea" for years endured multiple "dartings" by animal control.
(please keep in mind that she was never aggressive or rabid)

She is a wild Carolina dingo indigenous to these southern states NC,SC and GA.

Those of us who worked this particular sub-station always looked for her.

We considered her our unofficial mascot of this station.

Regardless of our temperament (ref. the kind of day we were having) "sweet pea" greeted us with joy and enthusiasm.

late last year " a county Maintenance man coaxed the dingo into the sub-station by feeding her and slowly moving her food inside.

Animal control took custody and Melissa a co-worker learned that "sweet pea" was caught, and in the custody of animal control

She contacted animal control immediately and was able to Rescue/Adopt the Dingo, YEA!!!!!!! Melissa!

Melissa learned after the fact that "Sweet Pea" had been with pups and that the pups had been aborted

The news that Melissa adopted the Dingo spread amongst those of us that loved the Dingo.

I thought how fitting that Melissa the only person that "Sweet Pea" would allow to touch her was able to adopt her.

Divine intervention perhaps?

Yesterday I had the opportunity to work with Melissa and after finishing breakfast and not being dispatched to a call (very unusual).

Melissa who lives in the coverage area brought me by her residence so I could see the dingo.

As we approached in the ambulance a familliar sight trotted up to the chain link fence she stood proud ,tall and happy.

I was thankful that I had my Sunglasses on to hide my emotions.
(The sky was gray and threatening rain which it did later)

"Sweet Pea" recognized the uniform and I silently cursed myself for not bringing a granola bar which was my food contribution to her when she resided in the woods by the station.

I smiled and Thanked Melissa for the opportunity to see her again. I took a few pictures (Thanks for asking me to do so Mike).

I plan on posting the pictures on my Facebook.

In my eyes "Sweet Pea" is an inspiration to me.

Her message ....

"Stay Strong, Be wary but love unconditionally."


DOG spelled back words is GOD.

Love those who Know me Bye for now Tim.

"Workday Words" or "15 Days Out Of My Life A Month"

Saturday at the thriving metropolis of Swansea, teamed up with Kevin Alias "Sunshine" if Kevin would only take his protocol test I could boast yet another day as a "Double Medic Truck" but ohh no Mr. Difficult wants to be a basic (Not there is any thing wrong with that) ..... I Lied