What are they thinking?! Canadians are NOT Irish!

Well, this one would not load right side up! Tilt your head a little to the right, a little more, a little more, yea. Thats it. You are looking at it right now. This is the leprecaun (sp?) water running into the ground.

"Did you see that s&%^?!?! It was green! Creepy stuff, let me tell ya!"

What a thing of beauty. and Green to top it off! Lovely downtown ____________ area.

Recently, someone drove into the rather large fountain in the "heart" of downtown (yet again!) and destroyed it. It is a beautiful fountain and very different in that it overflows out of the big basin and the water recycles from the drains in the ground around it. The city always decorates it at Christmas time and what not. The repairs have been made and they announced that it would be up and running on St. Patricks day. It was complete with GREEN water! Not just green but G R E E N water! I forgot that they were doing that and on this lovely day, I had my children in the car and we rode by it. Of course they noticed it instantly. Also because I am sometimes a cool mom (or try to be) we stopped and took a peek. We even got Shoobie-like and took a couple of pics like we have never seen such a thing before.

I beleive that the City Council votes to do some retarded stuff sometimes but this just takes the malt out of my beverage. Granted I know that it did not cost an arm and three toes to color that water but what are our tax dollars hard at work on here? I wonder how many meetings the council had to have to simply agree to have that water green. It is a large fountain and it is not exactly a small amount of water. That was a deep green too. How much coloring did it really take? It could not have been too much or too toxic because as we were leaving, a small bird came and began to bathe himself! I looked up at the sky and told the man upstairs that I was glad that was a brown bird. I could only imagine if that bird was red, yellow or even white! What a site that would have been.

As we were walking away, I even took a photo of myself with one of those bewildered looks so that I could have a laugh at myself later.

On another note, while we were there taking pictures and looking like a bunch of Shoobies (FYI: Shoobie is a newly arrived local resident or a visitor to our lovely resort area here at the beach. Reference the Rocket Power cartoon for a complete education on what it is to be Shoobie-like.) some man on a bike offered to take a picture of the lot of us. I guess he fully believed I was a dumb out of towner. There was no way he was going to get his mitts on my camera and run off with it. Why then I would have to discontinue my plog and my loyal readers would be so down with grief that I would have to start a counseling group! Let me tell you, counseling and advise is not my forte nor will it ever be any specialty of mine. I am a pro at only a few things and they are screechin, free stuff, and talking on the phone. I got no time for anything else on my agenda. But I digress. So here is the green water and I hope you all had a St. Patty's day to remember. I know the Canadians sure did! It was a nice day and they had the warmth they came here for! Not pots of gold but warm golden sunshine is just as good when you know your permenant home is sitting at twenty below!!!!

I know I am loved. All it takes is a BIG boo boo!

Yesterday was a beautiful pre-spring day. After dropping the dadmeister off at work, I decided that me and the kids (and the dog) were going to play outside in the back yard. My boys were riding their pedal/push cars around, the dog was playing fetch with the baby and my daughter and I were playing volley ball. In all, it was the perfect afternoon (with the exception of missing my hunnie!)

I try to play hard because that is the only way to make the fat go away. Yes, I have a serious problem with the way I look but that is another story for another day. When my daughter served the ball, it went way high and to the right. To the right of me, the grass gently slopes up to the edge of the driveway. My leg chose to step on that the wrong way. Essentially, my knee attempted to bend the other way and my knee said "Not today!" and the most awful pain shot up from behind my kneecap. Now I am normally a tough cookie, but I instantly went down and was rolling around in the grass holding my leg. " Oh OW! Oh OW!" was all I could muster loudly. Now here is where my epiphany occured

As I am laying there rolling around, you know I still have my super power mother sense on and I am mentally noting that all of my children are still in the yard. I also sense them coming nearer. I also sense the dog. I know she wont go anywhere but I feel her presence too! Then she pounces on my side and begins frantically licking my face as if to say: " Are you OK? I saw that! It will be ok! I love you! KISS KISS..." Within seconds, I attempt to roll over, still writhing in pain, and my two year old jumps on my chest kissing my face too. "Ow! Ow!" he says and is giggling. So I continue to roll to my right trying to rid my face of dog licks and baby drool and all of a sudden, my five year old is shaking my left side and screaming "Mommy! Mommy! Are you OK! Where is your boo boo! I wanna kiss it! Get up! You will get all dirty! Are you OK?!!!!" Now I am not done here. My right leg is the one hurt and very sharply I might add. My left leg is extended trying to help me maneuver all this chaos on top of me. Well, not chaos, unadulterated concern and LOVE! My daughter comes up and begins slapping my left leg " Mom! Mom! Hey! I saw that! What happened!?..." Now all of this is still going on and I realize that I am so loved and that love reverberated through my heart and shone so brightly that the pain subsided and I sat up. My knee was still throbbing but I felt special and oh so loved. I told them what happened and how it felt, I got a kiss for my boo boo and my boys (2 and 5) tried to help me to my feet and were brushing the grass off my clothes.

I had a flashback of how wonderful it was when I was a kid when one of my parents would help me up after I fell down and made things all better. Only, this was going the other way! I fuss so much and expect soo much out of my kids and I often feel that they resent me. But I was and have been so wrong for soo long. I adore each and everyone of my children and I now know without a doubt they feel the same about me! It feels good to be loved!!!!!!! =0)

City Council, still sucks, but this rally was peaceful.

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Click on the link above to view photos from the Myrtle Beach Helmet Freedom Ride. These and more galleries about the swirling pit of irony that is Myrtle Beach at www.thesunnews.com.

I have always wondered what it would be like to be alive in a turbulent time. While this turbulent time is quarantined to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, it is only a matter of time before it explodes into something extremely ugly. The waves of change have hit America and they have wiped out everything that Myrtle Beach was or signified. Now it is becoming like any other playground for the rich. A wide and vast wasteland that will crumble under the very cornerstones that the Rich have laid over the past four years. The trouble has arrived and it is not labeled black, hispanic, poor, or uneducated. It is labaled for the very people who have pursued the ones that they fear the most. The ones who know how to survive will win and those with the most toys will die with just that: misery and the most toys. No love there.

Yesterday, there was an event that I am sorry that I missed. It was the Helmet Freedom Ride through Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. Effective yesterday, everyone who rides motorcycles within the city limits of Myrtle Beach MUST wear a helmet even though the state law is that those over the age of majority may choose to go without. While I am aware that city law will trump state law if it is more restrictive, I find this one of those nit picky things that should never have been considered in the first place. Yes, I am aware that the city no longer wants the rallies to come. But, they are a foundation of any events that happen in May. Also, the people who are making these nit picky decisions are the ones who have the money and do not think about the very foundations of this city. The bike rallies have been around for many years and I honestly do not believe the new ordinaces found at www.cityofmyrtlebeach.com were aggregately aimed at the collective celebrations referred to as the bike rallies. I believe they were aimed more specifically at the Atlantic Beach Bike Festival. While this does not originate in Myrtle Beach, it has become a huge event and it overflows into Myrtle Beach. Unfortunately, the ABF is generally different in its racial makeup than the Harley Davidson Bike Rally, it would be unfair to apply ordinaces to one rally over another. This is why this has become the creature it has.

Many of the so-called locals despise the month of May. These are the ones who are well to do and can hold thier own during the terrible off season that befalls this area each year. For those of us who happen to live paycheck to paycheck and harshly depend on the business that anything brings during the "on-season," this is part of our income that we need to survive. For my family, it is only a minor headache and we dont mind it each year. It is not like we have to deal with it longer than a month. So why try to do things to ensure that it will die out like all the great things have? Because the rich have made their money off of it and are ready to move on to their next victims.

Rich people and their snotty ways. Gosh forbid I ever become rich. I will keep reminders all about me about where I came from. It is rediculous to put on airs and believe that everyone can live like that. While that would be nice, it is an impossibility. Why be so vitriolick all your life and assume that you are better than everyone when everyone in this country was born equally. Butt naked and possessing nothing but your own soul. Souls are not what these rich people have. They have sold them to dance a dance that they will definitely wish they would not have to when Karma catches up to them.