Fun day?
It's only 1 pm and I am very tired already. I had a very busy Saturday--between printing orders, I started cleaning out the back area where we store things. I piled a bunch of junk by the back door...grabbed two arm loads and trotted to the big dumpster...only to find it already full!! I noticed the top was open (its a tall dumpster with a top and two windows to dump stuff in. I couldn't open the doors...so I threw my stuff up and over into the top of the dumpster. Felt like I was playing basketball.
Went to my room early last night after hanging with Granny for a while. She's not as bad as Jewel (her hubbie) makes out. I think he loads her up on sleeping pills and pain meds, because she sleeps all the time. She doesn't do that here, but I also believe with so many people popping in to see her it stimulates her mind more. When she first got here, she was groggy and in a fog. But I noticed yesterday and today she's more alert to what's around her and is talking more.
I just did her nails for her--filed and polished them a pretty spring pink. She's ready to take a nap I think. SO I better finish this post.
Went to my Uncle Bobby's storage trailer this morning and got a gazillion things out of it for the yard sale. His daughter-in-law had a candy/ice cream counter in the mall and closed it down 4 yrs ago...she loaded all her stuff in his trailer--to the top and he said I could get what I wanted to put on the yard sale...one truckload of stuff didn't touch a 1/4 of it. I've got all sorts of stainless steel trays, utensils, etc..and an air machine for balloons, doors, scoopers, fudge trays...and on and on... I'm gonna have to make a trip to Fayetteville after all...to dump it at Al's.
I guess I'll have make a few trips to get everything... unless I can get him to come down on his day off this Wed. to help me get stuff.
He's off goofing with his bud Rodney. Happy as can be. He needs the exercise and fellowship... after he gets done, we're going to dinner.
And then back to Fayetteville to drop off my yard sale stuff... good thing I'm taking tomorrow off.
That's it for now...I'll return sometime tomorrow afternoon.
Be cool...or stay cool...
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Friday, May 23, 2008
What a day!
Not been a bad one at all.
Yesterday I was told I came highly recommended by a Lumbee Indian guy I have done quite a bit of work for in recent years. The guy he recommended told me all sorts of compliments this customer gave me. I was happy to hear this...then the recommended guy said, "Please don't let anything happen to this pictures or my mother will kill me."
I said I would take good care of them, but he wouldn't let it rest, he kept saying, "don't hurt them."
What did this guy think I was gonna do with them? Throw a party and watch them get drunk and vomit all over themselves.
So I smiled and said in a very gentle and comforting voice. "Photographs are like people to me--they are treated with the upmost respect. I don't abuse or harm people, nor do I abuse or harm photographs."
This calmed him. He left happy with my prices and confident in my work. Then this morning he called, frantic about what his mother had to say about a few of the photos that were in old timey paper photo frames--he wanted them left in the frames and copied. ToooOOooo late... I had them out and they were already copied. But I didn't let him know it. I just said, "Remember your mother's photos are in good hands." Once again he was calmed by my soft firm voice.
I'm printing his order now... just so the originals can get back home...safe and sound before he and his mother have a nervous breakdown.
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On a lighter note, I've already been offered a job .... managing a printing shop. How about that? A newspaper man that we do business with is renovating an old store and is entertaining the idea of opening a printing service. He's 90% sure he'll do it and I told him that I would keep it in mind and if I was offered a job that starts immediately, I would check with him first.
While he was here talking to Dad, I overheard Dad tell him about the studio building being sold and that I was gonna find a job and work my restorations on the side. When the guy heard this, he shouted, "Sherrie, I've got a job offer for you."
I jokingly said, "Working in your harem?"
Dad cleared his throat, so I got serious and listened to the job offer.
I would be perfect for me...I've got lots of experience working design and I understand printing perfectly. Maybe he'll hustle on the renovations now that he knows I'm available but still looking.
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And on to another topic. A couple of friends from an erotica site I'm on...(that no one who reads here knows about) turned me on to a new social site that is deliciously sexy. I've been goofing off there instead of my usual haunts that I visit while online during work. In fact, I may delete my erotica group and move my stuff there.
It's refreshing to find a spot that I can let my hair down at and not worry what people think.
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I'm very worried about my friend Sam...aka...Blue. He has a detacted retina and when I talked to him yesterday he was very bummed out. I was in a very good mood and filled in the silence with silly banter and some jokes. I kept apologizing for it but he said, "I like it when you're like this. I need your laughter to lift me up."
After we chatted for another 30 mins, I could tell his spirits were up and I felt better about his mental state. So say a prayer for him... will ya?
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Well, Granny arrives today. She's not doing that great. I hope this visit will refresh her a bit. I'm sure I'll find time to blog this weekend, since I'm not going to Al's.
Enjoy your Friday... I am.
Yesterday I was told I came highly recommended by a Lumbee Indian guy I have done quite a bit of work for in recent years. The guy he recommended told me all sorts of compliments this customer gave me. I was happy to hear this...then the recommended guy said, "Please don't let anything happen to this pictures or my mother will kill me."
I said I would take good care of them, but he wouldn't let it rest, he kept saying, "don't hurt them."
What did this guy think I was gonna do with them? Throw a party and watch them get drunk and vomit all over themselves.
So I smiled and said in a very gentle and comforting voice. "Photographs are like people to me--they are treated with the upmost respect. I don't abuse or harm people, nor do I abuse or harm photographs."
This calmed him. He left happy with my prices and confident in my work. Then this morning he called, frantic about what his mother had to say about a few of the photos that were in old timey paper photo frames--he wanted them left in the frames and copied. ToooOOooo late... I had them out and they were already copied. But I didn't let him know it. I just said, "Remember your mother's photos are in good hands." Once again he was calmed by my soft firm voice.
I'm printing his order now... just so the originals can get back home...safe and sound before he and his mother have a nervous breakdown.
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On a lighter note, I've already been offered a job .... managing a printing shop. How about that? A newspaper man that we do business with is renovating an old store and is entertaining the idea of opening a printing service. He's 90% sure he'll do it and I told him that I would keep it in mind and if I was offered a job that starts immediately, I would check with him first.
While he was here talking to Dad, I overheard Dad tell him about the studio building being sold and that I was gonna find a job and work my restorations on the side. When the guy heard this, he shouted, "Sherrie, I've got a job offer for you."
I jokingly said, "Working in your harem?"
Dad cleared his throat, so I got serious and listened to the job offer.
I would be perfect for me...I've got lots of experience working design and I understand printing perfectly. Maybe he'll hustle on the renovations now that he knows I'm available but still looking.
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And on to another topic. A couple of friends from an erotica site I'm on...(that no one who reads here knows about) turned me on to a new social site that is deliciously sexy. I've been goofing off there instead of my usual haunts that I visit while online during work. In fact, I may delete my erotica group and move my stuff there.
It's refreshing to find a spot that I can let my hair down at and not worry what people think.
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I'm very worried about my friend Sam...aka...Blue. He has a detacted retina and when I talked to him yesterday he was very bummed out. I was in a very good mood and filled in the silence with silly banter and some jokes. I kept apologizing for it but he said, "I like it when you're like this. I need your laughter to lift me up."
After we chatted for another 30 mins, I could tell his spirits were up and I felt better about his mental state. So say a prayer for him... will ya?
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Well, Granny arrives today. She's not doing that great. I hope this visit will refresh her a bit. I'm sure I'll find time to blog this weekend, since I'm not going to Al's.
Enjoy your Friday... I am.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Tits, Clits and Bong Hits
The title has nothing to do with this post. Just felt like foolin' witcha... Though I do have two of the above three and have done a few of the last one.
I called in for jury instructions last night and the recorded voice said:
"Attention all jurors, this is the Clerk of Court. Those jurors who started their jury duty on May 19, 2008 are now excused for duty. You have completed your responsibility to the county. Do not report in tomorrow. You will not have to serve on jury duty for two years. Thank you. This tape will self-destruct in 5..4..3..2..1 seconds. (Boom)."
So very groovy. I'm done and have no worries for the next couple of years.
Our landlord dropped by the studio yesterday and told Dad that the building was under negotiations and might be sold soon. As soon as he left, Dad came charging round the corner to where I was and asked if I heard what was said. I did.
What kills me the most about this situation is how Dad acts like he's just heard the news! The man told us in early August that he was going to sell all the buildings he owns. Hell, he's in his early 80's...and his health is bad. I would too under the circumstances.
Dad said, "I don't know what we're gonna do."
I took a deep breath, because even though I told him this before doesn't mean he took me seriously. "Dad, I'm actively looking for another job. It's time I got out on my own and did something different. I've spent 19 years with the studio and I feel a little burned out."
He didn't say anything. I really believe this is the first time he's actually heard what I said.
"You can work out of your home, doing commerical work and wedding. Heck Dad, you could even put a building out there? It's not far from town and think of the money you could save? I can do my restorations on the side at home. I've got a list of my clients."
He still didn't say anything. Funny how you ramble inside uncomfortable silences. So I said, "I've got a lot of skills. I can get a good job that pays more that we're making right now. And if it doesn't work out, then I can start a restoration business full time or even work in Fayetteville. There are a lot of jobs there that I qualify for."
Finally he said, "You could get your teaching certificate."
I shot that idea down. "No way...I am too old to teach and that's not what I want to do."
He frowned and said, "I hate this is happening. I don't want to work out of my home. I feel like a failure. What will people say?"
"A FAILURE??? You aren't a failure. If the studio suddenly started putting out bad work or you launched a new champaign to bring in business and it bombed...then maybe you would be a failure. You aren't ... in fact you should be proud of the fact that the studio hasn't closed sooner. Look at all the studios that were once opened but have closed down because of lack of business. We can't help that a new era in photography hit us, Dad. The public can get the same camera as professionals can. There's little use for studios now, except commerical work or daycare and weddings..oh and restorations. We're the 'Horse and buggy' of our time...once automoblies arrived...they almost became obsolete... soon we will be too. It's time to do something different."
I was surprised he didn't interrupt me...but I think he knew this already and wanted to milk some sympathy out of the situation. My brother and sister say he's trying to make me feel guilty for moving on... maybe, but the guilt isn't going to work. I've paid my dues long ago and it's time for Shere to fly away.
I really don't know what the future holds but I feel a lightness within me...an excitement and a little fear of the unknown, but I think I can handle it.
Hell, I know I can.
I called in for jury instructions last night and the recorded voice said:
"Attention all jurors, this is the Clerk of Court. Those jurors who started their jury duty on May 19, 2008 are now excused for duty. You have completed your responsibility to the county. Do not report in tomorrow. You will not have to serve on jury duty for two years. Thank you. This tape will self-destruct in 5..4..3..2..1 seconds. (Boom)."
So very groovy. I'm done and have no worries for the next couple of years.
Our landlord dropped by the studio yesterday and told Dad that the building was under negotiations and might be sold soon. As soon as he left, Dad came charging round the corner to where I was and asked if I heard what was said. I did.
What kills me the most about this situation is how Dad acts like he's just heard the news! The man told us in early August that he was going to sell all the buildings he owns. Hell, he's in his early 80's...and his health is bad. I would too under the circumstances.
Dad said, "I don't know what we're gonna do."
I took a deep breath, because even though I told him this before doesn't mean he took me seriously. "Dad, I'm actively looking for another job. It's time I got out on my own and did something different. I've spent 19 years with the studio and I feel a little burned out."
He didn't say anything. I really believe this is the first time he's actually heard what I said.
"You can work out of your home, doing commerical work and wedding. Heck Dad, you could even put a building out there? It's not far from town and think of the money you could save? I can do my restorations on the side at home. I've got a list of my clients."
He still didn't say anything. Funny how you ramble inside uncomfortable silences. So I said, "I've got a lot of skills. I can get a good job that pays more that we're making right now. And if it doesn't work out, then I can start a restoration business full time or even work in Fayetteville. There are a lot of jobs there that I qualify for."
Finally he said, "You could get your teaching certificate."
I shot that idea down. "No way...I am too old to teach and that's not what I want to do."
He frowned and said, "I hate this is happening. I don't want to work out of my home. I feel like a failure. What will people say?"
"A FAILURE??? You aren't a failure. If the studio suddenly started putting out bad work or you launched a new champaign to bring in business and it bombed...then maybe you would be a failure. You aren't ... in fact you should be proud of the fact that the studio hasn't closed sooner. Look at all the studios that were once opened but have closed down because of lack of business. We can't help that a new era in photography hit us, Dad. The public can get the same camera as professionals can. There's little use for studios now, except commerical work or daycare and weddings..oh and restorations. We're the 'Horse and buggy' of our time...once automoblies arrived...they almost became obsolete... soon we will be too. It's time to do something different."
I was surprised he didn't interrupt me...but I think he knew this already and wanted to milk some sympathy out of the situation. My brother and sister say he's trying to make me feel guilty for moving on... maybe, but the guilt isn't going to work. I've paid my dues long ago and it's time for Shere to fly away.
All of her days have gone soft and cloudy
All of her dreams have gone dry
All of her nights have gone sad and shady
She's gettin' ready to fly
Fly away (mmmm)
Fly away (mmmm...Fly away)
I really don't know what the future holds but I feel a lightness within me...an excitement and a little fear of the unknown, but I think I can handle it.
Hell, I know I can.
Nuns and Hot Dogs
Two nuns took their first trip outside the convent. They had never seen a baseball game, so they got tickets. Once inside, they sat in the bleachers, and hearing a vender selling hot dogs, one said, "We've never had hot dogs before," and they decided to order a couple.
The first nun unwrapped her hot dog, and proceeded to quickly wrap it up again, saying, "Oh, my!"
"What's wrong, sister?" asked her companion.
"Well," came the reply, "which part of the dog did you get?"
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian
I must confess I was skeptical of how good this movie would be. I knew it had great battle scenes, but that doesn't guarantee a great flick. And after watching the first one, I wasn't all that impressed.
And I now confess that I was WRONG! What a great movie! Even better than the first one. Though a lot darker than the first one, the battle scenes weren't horrific or bloody. Nor were they predictable...in fact I had no idea what was going to happen nor could I predict it.
The siblings were all more likable this time. No squabbling other than normal stuff. They banded together and... Ed kinda grew on me in this flick...well, I better not give too much away.
I'll say this..Prince Caspian is a hottie. Hubba hubba...a little young for me..that's why I channeled my lust to one of the centaurs... a man beast I can ride in more ways than one. (heh heh)
Two of the dwarves were very familiar to me.. Trumpkin was the dwarf from Nip/Tuck and Nikabrik plays Flitwick on the Harry Potter movies and the dwarf in the movie Willow.
So if you want to see a great movie, I suggest you drop in on Prince Caspian and friends. They won't mind it a bit. Just bring a sword or bow & arrows...and some tea for the fauns.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
A breath...
It's only taken two hours to sort things out at the studio, call customers who called me and do scandisks-virus/spyware removal, etc from where Dad strayed online.
After doing all this, I sat down in front of the PC to do some restorations and realized I am at least 2 weeks ahead of my work and... I deserve a day of leisure...
so I'm gonna blog... read some blogs, write some email and work on my website...
Like I briefly mentioned earlier, the family reunion was a lot of fun. I was feeling a bit off due to a sinus headache but I managed to hide it and enjoy myself. We had over 50 to attend and even got a few newbies that no one had seen in a very long time. My chicken salad was a success. So was Mom's Red Velvet cake. We decided to continue to organize it every year... I told Mom that I would continue to help her..after all we've got the routine down to an art.
Yesterday was a total waste of time. We had to sit in a cramped courtroom waiting to be called. My legs were cramped and I thought they would fall off by noon...but they didn't. My juror's badge kept falling off. I got frustrated with that! Hell, go ahead and stamp "Juror" on our foreheads--that would work better. About 40 of us were called to a courtroom to be selected for a criminal trial (murder with malace, attempted murder and robbery). I wasn't picked for the first go round. We sat and watched the DA question prospective jurors. It was boring until he got to one gal who had a bad experience in court and didn't mind telling him about it. She was dismissed. Then two others were dismissed due to their religious belief that only God can judge.
We were released for an hour and half for lunch. I did errands and got something to eat. All the time I was away, I kept thinking, "They are gonna call me. I've got the Parnell luck."
While we were all waiting for the courtroom to open, one of the girls selected said she thought the guy was guilty. I knew she would be dismissed. And she was... I felt sorry for her...it seems a cousin of hers was killed during a robbery with a shot pointblank to the head...and she was sitting right beside the victim's family during the first part of the jury selection. And they were visiblily upset, which caused her to remember how she felt, sitting in their place during the trial of the guy who killed her cousin. She told the judge that she couldn't give an unbiased and fair decision if she was on the jury panel, because if the defendent was sitting in court that meant he had done it...if he hadn't then he wouldn't be here. So he let her go...so that left four empty seats...
and my name was called immediately. I answered the questions from the DA... told him I worked a few blocks away, that I had a cousin in the DA's office, that I knew numerous policemen and other courthouse employees and that I was the victim of several crimes. He seemed satisfied with my answers and after questioning the others, told the judge he was done and approved the jury panel.
Now it was the defense attorney's turn to question us. He asked some interesting questions, mainly about our hobbies and our methods of keeping up with current events and news. Then he focused on me and one other person regarding the crimes against us and our views on being a victim.
This guy and I were very clear and procise in our answers. In a few replies, I cut him down because he made light of a certain crime against me--the indecent exposure crime back in 92 or 93. Even though it wasn't a violent crime, it still was a crime and I was terrified for a long time. I told the attorney that "once you are a victim, you remain one for life. Even if the event happened years ago, the memories linger. I've managed to come to turns with everything that's happened to me, but that doesn't mean I've forgotten them."
In the end, he asked for 3 of us to be excused. I was one of them and happy to be so, becasue to be honest...the defendent stared at us with dead eyes while we were being questioned and he made jokes to his lawyer, laughing and smirking. If I were accused of such serious crimes and I were really innocent, I would be sitting there terrified and somber, not relaxed and smiling. So did I form the oppinion of guilt--yes I did...and with any person on trial, the priviledge of being innocent until proven guilty should be so and his jury panel should feel that way too.
So I went home...helped William study for the EOG test...it runs today through Thursday. I turned in early because I was so tired from all the strain of the day. I slept like a baby and woke with a freshness that I hadn't had in a few weeks.
Today hasn't been so bad...it's windy out and the door to the studio keeps blowing open. My brother and I are going to see the second Narnia installment at the Cinema tonight...
oh yea..bring on the popcorn!
Ah...smell that?
Fresh air...no cold courtroom atmosphere. I'll blog later about it..
for now...I've got to get to work and see what sort of mess dad's made of things.
for now...I've got to get to work and see what sort of mess dad's made of things.
Couldn't resist this quiz!
You Are in the Genital Stage of Development |
 According to Dr. Freud, you've reached the genital stage of development. Whatever issues you may have had in your childhood have been resolved. You don't have any hang ups, and you are able to function as a stable adult. You are the model of being well-adjusted, and you are able to balance your life beautifully. |
Monday, May 19, 2008
Don't forget
I've got jury duty this week, so I might not be posting until later in the day.
The family reunion was a total success. We had relatives no one's seen in 30 years to show up... Mom out did her self and everyone told me how lovely everything turned out.
I finally watched Narnia last night... I give it a B+. I'm thinking that maybe something gets lost when you don't get to see a movie like this on the big screen and wait to watch it at home on your TV. My brother and I are going to see the next one tomorrow night. Hopefully it will be better.
The family reunion was a total success. We had relatives no one's seen in 30 years to show up... Mom out did her self and everyone told me how lovely everything turned out.
I finally watched Narnia last night... I give it a B+. I'm thinking that maybe something gets lost when you don't get to see a movie like this on the big screen and wait to watch it at home on your TV. My brother and I are going to see the next one tomorrow night. Hopefully it will be better.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Weekend Fun!
I had forgotten that the Mid-Atlantic Fly-In was going on. My house is not far from the airport and the planes are flying by. It's sort of exciting to see them. The show is always the same weekend my family reunion is on. I always say that after the reunion I'm gonna drive over and see some of the show but I never do.
Doing my cooking for the reunion now. My brother decided to go spend the night at my Uncle's house. My mom is at her boyfriend's place. The nephews are at home with their mom...and I'm alone.
The house is quiet. The windows are up and a breeze is drifting in. Another plane is flying by as I type... it's drowning out the sound of my neighbor's lawnmower. Later I need to water some of the flowers...the ground is already dry...I dread this summer and the drought we'll probably have.
My chicken is cooking. My eggs are cooling and the jello I made for the kids is chillin'. All I need now is a glass of wine ...and I'm set for the evening.
Al called with some great news. He's #30 in sales nationwide and #1 store-wide. He also won a $100 gift certificate to any high end restaurant in town. He said, "Sher-bears, take out that low-cut dress and dust off your heels. We're going to dine at any place you want."
I jokingly said, "Why the low-cut dress? You can't have me for dessert."
"True, but I can drool on the display case."
Well, I should go check the chicken, then clear off my digital camera and... find time to watch the first Narnia movie...my brother wants me to go with him to see this new installment...
Friday, May 16, 2008
Family Reunion #26
Sunday is the Cox family reunion. I'm making chicken salad, mac & cheese (for the kids) and some jello (for the kids). That's all I think...
I didn't go to last years. But since our family is the host I must attend.
Let's hope there's some fried chicken there...or my brother will become the Hulk and destroy the whole area.
I LOOoooOOOooOOOooOOOove my
...thumb drive (flash drive).
It's portable. I've got two programs on it and files I want close at hand. Everyone should have one, especially if you have files that you want to keep private and can't because others use the PC too.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
CSI Spoiler
I wasn't surprised that Warwick was 'killed off.' The way the other characters acted in the diner ...saying good-bye like they did..I knew he was gonna get wacked.
Sorry to see him go...he's been a favorite.
Thank Heavens for forever syndication...lol..
Sorry to see him go...he's been a favorite.
Thank Heavens for forever syndication...lol..
Boys
Most Thursdays I chat with Sam on the way home from work and then later after I have dinner. Today I did so after checking my post office box. We always talk about our health first. He can tell immediately if I've got any respiratory funk going on and I can tell if he's tired or under-the-weather...all by the sound of a voice.
Today I was crystal clear and he exclaimed how great I sounded and for once he didn't sound tire. But I could tell something was wrong...
turns out it's his buds--three guys he pals around with and how one of them gets 'all girly and emotional' when another does something he doesn't like. He went on to tell me all sorts of incidences that lead up to the break-up of the four buds having fun group.
After listening for 30 minutes, I started laughing and said, "Sam, this sounds like stuff high school girls fuss over. Hell, my girlfriends and I don't act like that! Where's the macho in you men?"
He said, "Exactly. I don't want to hang out with them anymore."
Then we talked about me and Al. Usually Sam has some out-of-the-box thought he tosses at me but this time all he said was, "You know, it's a tragedy Al doesn't realize he holds a precious jewel in the palm of his hand."
I didn't know what to say ...so I said nothing. But I did think to myself, "maybe he does..."
Today I was crystal clear and he exclaimed how great I sounded and for once he didn't sound tire. But I could tell something was wrong...
turns out it's his buds--three guys he pals around with and how one of them gets 'all girly and emotional' when another does something he doesn't like. He went on to tell me all sorts of incidences that lead up to the break-up of the four buds having fun group.
After listening for 30 minutes, I started laughing and said, "Sam, this sounds like stuff high school girls fuss over. Hell, my girlfriends and I don't act like that! Where's the macho in you men?"
He said, "Exactly. I don't want to hang out with them anymore."
Then we talked about me and Al. Usually Sam has some out-of-the-box thought he tosses at me but this time all he said was, "You know, it's a tragedy Al doesn't realize he holds a precious jewel in the palm of his hand."
I didn't know what to say ...so I said nothing. But I did think to myself, "maybe he does..."
I can chew gum and type
Few people know this, so keep it under your hat.
Four nights of crazy dreams, being on the rag, too much caffiene and vague answers can make a pretty potent poison. And I drank deeply.
After posting yesterday, I felt a calmness. Thank heavens for blogs. On the way up to see Al, I had time to think and realized that I had to put things in God's hands. Al's doing the best he can. He's been hurt so much in the past and plays his cards close. While I put mine on the table for the world to see. No wonder we clash sometimes.
He's used to making decisions and not having to think of another person. Al's done this for a very long time. On the flip side, I understand that my decisions affect many. I've got to be understanding and remind him gently that we're a team and keep reminding him until he remembers.
We're in a different place than we were ten years ago. I've got to remember that and put the old pain and disappointments of our old relationship behind me. This is a different Al--an Al who loves me very deeply and expresses it more often now than he ever did in the past. Both of us have to get over our fear of talking about our future. When I ask direct to the point questions, he runs. When he makes veiled hints, I stay quiet hoping to hear more...and don't, which makes me antsy about us. Instead, I should encourage him to talk, because I think it's his way of introducing topics he's not sure how to openly discuss.
I know you're wondering if I demanded an engagement ring... no, I didn't. I got to his house about 15 mins before he got home. He had worked at Valerie's, trimming all her azaela bushes--9 hours of clipping. His back and arms were killing him, so he got a shower and I played ball with the cat. Once he was out, I gave him a massage until he loosened up. While I massaged him, he talked about work and other stuff...then gave me an opening by mentioning that he had weird dreams all night. A small voice told me to keep quiet, so I did.
He drove my truck to the theatre and I made jokes all the way over there. And we fell into a light-hearted banter. We got our tickets to see 10,000 BC. We got popcorn and found seats...
the movie was different than we thought it would be...like Al said, "It's a love story told differently." During the movie, popcorn kept falling on me. I thought some kids a few rows up and over were throwing it over their shoulders...but no, it was AL!!! He was tossing it overhand. After we finished our popcorn, he put his arm around me and I put my head on his shoulder and watched the rest of the movie.
We got home... and hung out, talking about different things while we watched some shows. I went to the bedroom first, while he stayed in the den and read his Bible. After getting in bed, I said a prayer, asking for guidence and for a sign...for what to do...
When Al came to bed, he wrapped himself around me and we didn't move until the morning. I slept peacefully and dreamt...
We woke up at around 8:30 am. I started to get up, but he said, "Stay a while." Then wrapped himself around me...his face breathing in the fragrance of my hair. I felt content. After a while, he turned onto his back and I turned towards him, rasing up on an elbow. He gave me an inquiring look.
I said, "I've been having nightmares about us all this week."
He laughed, "What? Have I turned into a monster?"
"No...most of them are about you and ex-girlfriends... one was about you abandoning me and terrorist captured me...it was horrible...they almost raped me but I got away."
He frowned, "I'm sorry, baby."
"It's ok. They're just dreams but they upset me. In the last one, I was cleaning up cat shit off the floor (he laughed when I said that) and you came in with an Asian woman...I think it was (the name of a woman he dated before me). You said, 'Sorry Sherrie, but I'm upgrading. We're through."
He interrupted, "She's not an upgrade. I don't want her. She's ugly inside."
"Well, I just know that my dreams have upset me all week. They may sound silly to you but they aren't to me. So..."
I paused and took a deep breath, "last night while you were reading your Bible, I prayed about this...and asked God for a sign that I was on the right path with you."
He held his breath, not taking his eyes off me. I continued, "And I had a dream...we were on our honeymoon at a beautiful exotic island. And we were laughing and so happy..."
Al pulled me into his arms and squeezed me...after a moment I said, "but you were pissed...the travel agent didn't tell you that the beach we were at was the one where the Travelosity Gnome and his buds vacationed. We were the only humans there and every time we stepped on one they kicked us in the ankles."
He started laughing and I joined it...
Then he kissed me deeply and said, "Sherrie, if gnomes are all we have to worry about, we'll be okay."
I left with a new found hope for our future and sense of purpose to conquer doubt and Gnomes if need be.
Four nights of crazy dreams, being on the rag, too much caffiene and vague answers can make a pretty potent poison. And I drank deeply.
After posting yesterday, I felt a calmness. Thank heavens for blogs. On the way up to see Al, I had time to think and realized that I had to put things in God's hands. Al's doing the best he can. He's been hurt so much in the past and plays his cards close. While I put mine on the table for the world to see. No wonder we clash sometimes.
He's used to making decisions and not having to think of another person. Al's done this for a very long time. On the flip side, I understand that my decisions affect many. I've got to be understanding and remind him gently that we're a team and keep reminding him until he remembers.
We're in a different place than we were ten years ago. I've got to remember that and put the old pain and disappointments of our old relationship behind me. This is a different Al--an Al who loves me very deeply and expresses it more often now than he ever did in the past. Both of us have to get over our fear of talking about our future. When I ask direct to the point questions, he runs. When he makes veiled hints, I stay quiet hoping to hear more...and don't, which makes me antsy about us. Instead, I should encourage him to talk, because I think it's his way of introducing topics he's not sure how to openly discuss.
I know you're wondering if I demanded an engagement ring... no, I didn't. I got to his house about 15 mins before he got home. He had worked at Valerie's, trimming all her azaela bushes--9 hours of clipping. His back and arms were killing him, so he got a shower and I played ball with the cat. Once he was out, I gave him a massage until he loosened up. While I massaged him, he talked about work and other stuff...then gave me an opening by mentioning that he had weird dreams all night. A small voice told me to keep quiet, so I did.
He drove my truck to the theatre and I made jokes all the way over there. And we fell into a light-hearted banter. We got our tickets to see 10,000 BC. We got popcorn and found seats...
the movie was different than we thought it would be...like Al said, "It's a love story told differently." During the movie, popcorn kept falling on me. I thought some kids a few rows up and over were throwing it over their shoulders...but no, it was AL!!! He was tossing it overhand. After we finished our popcorn, he put his arm around me and I put my head on his shoulder and watched the rest of the movie.
We got home... and hung out, talking about different things while we watched some shows. I went to the bedroom first, while he stayed in the den and read his Bible. After getting in bed, I said a prayer, asking for guidence and for a sign...for what to do...
When Al came to bed, he wrapped himself around me and we didn't move until the morning. I slept peacefully and dreamt...
We woke up at around 8:30 am. I started to get up, but he said, "Stay a while." Then wrapped himself around me...his face breathing in the fragrance of my hair. I felt content. After a while, he turned onto his back and I turned towards him, rasing up on an elbow. He gave me an inquiring look.
I said, "I've been having nightmares about us all this week."
He laughed, "What? Have I turned into a monster?"
"No...most of them are about you and ex-girlfriends... one was about you abandoning me and terrorist captured me...it was horrible...they almost raped me but I got away."
He frowned, "I'm sorry, baby."
"It's ok. They're just dreams but they upset me. In the last one, I was cleaning up cat shit off the floor (he laughed when I said that) and you came in with an Asian woman...I think it was (the name of a woman he dated before me). You said, 'Sorry Sherrie, but I'm upgrading. We're through."
He interrupted, "She's not an upgrade. I don't want her. She's ugly inside."
"Well, I just know that my dreams have upset me all week. They may sound silly to you but they aren't to me. So..."
I paused and took a deep breath, "last night while you were reading your Bible, I prayed about this...and asked God for a sign that I was on the right path with you."
He held his breath, not taking his eyes off me. I continued, "And I had a dream...we were on our honeymoon at a beautiful exotic island. And we were laughing and so happy..."
Al pulled me into his arms and squeezed me...after a moment I said, "but you were pissed...the travel agent didn't tell you that the beach we were at was the one where the Travelosity Gnome and his buds vacationed. We were the only humans there and every time we stepped on one they kicked us in the ankles."
He started laughing and I joined it...
Then he kissed me deeply and said, "Sherrie, if gnomes are all we have to worry about, we'll be okay."
I left with a new found hope for our future and sense of purpose to conquer doubt and Gnomes if need be.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Taking Charge of SHERE!
I haven't hidden the fact that I'm unhappy with Al's decision that we remain 'celibate' until we're married. Nothing's changed on my part since he made this decision alone.
With this decision, he's become the driver of our relationship. I'm just a back-seat driver who's not allowed to say much about where we're headed. When I try to talk about it or complain, he says that he doesn't know when he'll be "ready" and asks "Aren't I worth the wait?"
That's besides the point. I want to know what's going on in his head and I think that's not too much to ask. Every person in a relationship deserves that.
Every night this week, I've had nightmares and bad dreams about he and I. So bad that one of them woke me up at 4 am Tuesday morning...I was crying and covered in sweat. The dream was so horrific I immediately blotted it out. I can't continue like this.
So tonight...after our movie, I'm going to tell him I need a 'physical' sign that he isn't pulling my leg over our future...
I think you know what I want...
a fucking engagement ring.
"Aren't I worth that?"
With this decision, he's become the driver of our relationship. I'm just a back-seat driver who's not allowed to say much about where we're headed. When I try to talk about it or complain, he says that he doesn't know when he'll be "ready" and asks "Aren't I worth the wait?"
That's besides the point. I want to know what's going on in his head and I think that's not too much to ask. Every person in a relationship deserves that.
Every night this week, I've had nightmares and bad dreams about he and I. So bad that one of them woke me up at 4 am Tuesday morning...I was crying and covered in sweat. The dream was so horrific I immediately blotted it out. I can't continue like this.
So tonight...after our movie, I'm going to tell him I need a 'physical' sign that he isn't pulling my leg over our future...
I think you know what I want...
a fucking engagement ring.
"Aren't I worth that?"
When Snails Attack
A sloth named Herman is walking through the forest one day. A gang of snails approach him and beat him up. He is left at the bottom of a tree with several cuts and bruises.
Several hours later he gathers up enough strength to go to a local police station. Herman walks into the Sergeant's office. "What happened to you? the officer asks.
"A gang of snails beat me up," Herman replied.
"Can you describe what they looked like?"
"I don't know," the sloth says. "It all happened so fast."
Your Body's Element is Water |
 You are a joyful, relaxed, and luminous person. You love people. You live for making new friends and helping others. You are enthusiastic and the ideal person to work with. You don't mind doing hard tasks, and you have a generous spirit. Your energy tends to be: conserved You power color is: black |
What Your Taste in Music Says About You |
 Your musical tastes are intense and rebellious. You are intelligent... but in a very unconventional way. You are curious about the world. You love doing something new. In fact, you enjoy taking risks and doing things most people would shy away from. You are very physical. It's likely that you're athletic, but not into team sports. You have the soul of an artist. Beauty and harmony are important to you. |
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
She folds and ZooOOoom...
Yesterday afternoon, I made a paper airplane that actually flies... high...and fast...
it doesn't crash and burn at the nephews feet like the ones I've been making since 2001...William's face was priceless when he sailed it the first time. I knew he was thinking, "Wow, it flew!!!!"
I know... big deal but it's kinda like a guy who's never baked cookies without burning them and by a miracle produces melt-in-your-mouth cookies that his mom would be jealous of...
Such a little feat but a major one to me...
Doing a happy jig here...
Where's my metal? I've got plenty of chest to pin it on.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Lovely Day
Today is one of the nicest mildest days we've had in a while. It's around 66 F, windy and sunny. I love it!
And I've managed to confuse my customers ...all by accident. My hair has gotten pretty long--it falls to where my bra goes around my back--and I've decided not to cut it until my birthday. This morning at Al's I didn't have time to curl it, so I made a lovely braid and that's how I'm wearing it today...
I greeted the mailman a while ago and he said, "oh Miss Sherrie isn't working today?" I said, "Yes... I'm Sherrie." Then turned so he could see my braid. He said, "Wow...you look different but in a good way."
Then a customer and her brother came in. I greeted them and she said, "Where's the girl that waited on me the other week?" I turned so she could see my braid and said, "I'm she. I braided my hair today." She said, "Oh OoooOk. I know the girl that I talked to the other week had a head full of hair."
Always nice to keep the customers guessing...
I had one of the nicest weekends in a while. And one of the easies and smoothest Mother's Days in years. I got up early Sunday, put my chicken in the crock pot, boiled my chicken for the chicken & rice, went out and cut some roses for the table's centerpiece and made some iced tea. We were to eat at 3 pm but my sister was suppose to drop by at 2 and help me get things ready. She showed up at 2:45 and I had all the food cooked, the table set and the glasses waiting for the tea. I figured she wouldn't be there to help but it was no biggie. In fact, I work faster when I do it because I have to pause and give instructions when she's helping.
Lunch was so delicious. Everyone was surprised my lemon chicken was so tender and yummilicious. And my cherry pie... unstoppable in the yum factor. We had a lovely time together and not one problem immerged. Since Granny couldn't come visit, we called her and boy, she sounded really groggy, didn't say much. We plan to have her down for Memorial weekend. With Granny rapidly declining, I feel that we really appreciate each other more than we realize.
I drove to Al's at around 6. We were going to see 10,000 BC at the Omni but he had to work late. Instead we watched the Survivor finale. Wow...what a wonderful season. I told Al that Parvati would take it all and she did. I believe this has been one of the best seasons in years.
Since I'm not going to Al's next weekend due to the Reunion, I'm driving up after work on Wednesday. We are going to try to see the movie. Lately Al's been driving me crazy... I'll blog about that later...
Right now I should get back to work..
And I've managed to confuse my customers ...all by accident. My hair has gotten pretty long--it falls to where my bra goes around my back--and I've decided not to cut it until my birthday. This morning at Al's I didn't have time to curl it, so I made a lovely braid and that's how I'm wearing it today...
I greeted the mailman a while ago and he said, "oh Miss Sherrie isn't working today?" I said, "Yes... I'm Sherrie." Then turned so he could see my braid. He said, "Wow...you look different but in a good way."
Then a customer and her brother came in. I greeted them and she said, "Where's the girl that waited on me the other week?" I turned so she could see my braid and said, "I'm she. I braided my hair today." She said, "Oh OoooOk. I know the girl that I talked to the other week had a head full of hair."
Always nice to keep the customers guessing...
I had one of the nicest weekends in a while. And one of the easies and smoothest Mother's Days in years. I got up early Sunday, put my chicken in the crock pot, boiled my chicken for the chicken & rice, went out and cut some roses for the table's centerpiece and made some iced tea. We were to eat at 3 pm but my sister was suppose to drop by at 2 and help me get things ready. She showed up at 2:45 and I had all the food cooked, the table set and the glasses waiting for the tea. I figured she wouldn't be there to help but it was no biggie. In fact, I work faster when I do it because I have to pause and give instructions when she's helping.
Lunch was so delicious. Everyone was surprised my lemon chicken was so tender and yummilicious. And my cherry pie... unstoppable in the yum factor. We had a lovely time together and not one problem immerged. Since Granny couldn't come visit, we called her and boy, she sounded really groggy, didn't say much. We plan to have her down for Memorial weekend. With Granny rapidly declining, I feel that we really appreciate each other more than we realize.
I drove to Al's at around 6. We were going to see 10,000 BC at the Omni but he had to work late. Instead we watched the Survivor finale. Wow...what a wonderful season. I told Al that Parvati would take it all and she did. I believe this has been one of the best seasons in years.
Since I'm not going to Al's next weekend due to the Reunion, I'm driving up after work on Wednesday. We are going to try to see the movie. Lately Al's been driving me crazy... I'll blog about that later...
Right now I should get back to work..
Friday, May 09, 2008
Hard Wood
Flooring is done...now I have to put all the stuff back in place and clean up the carport.
Not feeling the best in the world today... starting to get congested again and am very droozy....I knew I was out of things when I put instant coffee in the coffe maker instead of ground coffee...and yes, it tasted like crap.
I've decided to cook dinner for Mom as part of a Mother's Day gift and have Lisa and her family over. Al doesn't know it yet, but I'm not going over there until Sunday afternoon...if then.
Though it would be fun to watch the Survivor finale. This has been a surprisingly good season. I was skeptical at first because of the All-Stars edition, which sucked eggs in my book--all those pros letting Rob-father run the show when they had the power to put him down...that drove me nuts.
I know one thing...I've missed my nephews this week. William hung out for a while yesterday afternoon. We worked on his math and then played at toontown.com.
When I get off, I've got to run to Office Depot to get ink for the new (used off ebay) printer I got for home and then drop by the bank... I think the boys are staying. Ben wants me to help him make a Mother's Day card for his Mom. William is dying to get the new printer installed. He wants to print out pictures from the Spiderwick Chronicles movie.
And me... I think I'll turn in early so I can face a busy weekend. Be well and take care.
Not feeling the best in the world today... starting to get congested again and am very droozy....I knew I was out of things when I put instant coffee in the coffe maker instead of ground coffee...and yes, it tasted like crap.
I've decided to cook dinner for Mom as part of a Mother's Day gift and have Lisa and her family over. Al doesn't know it yet, but I'm not going over there until Sunday afternoon...if then.
Though it would be fun to watch the Survivor finale. This has been a surprisingly good season. I was skeptical at first because of the All-Stars edition, which sucked eggs in my book--all those pros letting Rob-father run the show when they had the power to put him down...that drove me nuts.
I know one thing...I've missed my nephews this week. William hung out for a while yesterday afternoon. We worked on his math and then played at toontown.com.
When I get off, I've got to run to Office Depot to get ink for the new (used off ebay) printer I got for home and then drop by the bank... I think the boys are staying. Ben wants me to help him make a Mother's Day card for his Mom. William is dying to get the new printer installed. He wants to print out pictures from the Spiderwick Chronicles movie.
And me... I think I'll turn in early so I can face a busy weekend. Be well and take care.
Thursday, May 08, 2008
Heavy Metal Sushi
I've got this song in my head...it's by Skid Row ...hair band from the late 80's.
Help me get it out!
Help me get it out!
Dude...
I swear sometimes when I see a picture of Clay Aiken, I think it's of a woman! The older he gets the more squirrely girly he looks.
Schoolyard Politics
The nephews are enrolled in the afterschool program at the daycare where Mom and Lisa work. A daycare van picks them up (most days) from the elementary school and drops them off at the daycare.
It seems Ben has gotten into trouble while riding the bus. He and a few of his little buddies got into an argument with some girls. According to the 'sweetest girl at the daycare' Ben told her that he "was gonna hit her with a rock and kill her family."
I laughed when I heard Lisa telling Mom about it and watched her have a 'talk' with Ben about it. She said, "Ben, Macy said that you told her you were going to hit her with a rock (he framed an explanation on his lips when he heard this part) and kill her family (then got wide-eyed and shocked when she said this)."
He tried to explain but she went into a lecture about not being mean to sweet girls and never threaten to hurt or kill anyone.
Personally I don't believe he threatened to kill her family...because when he and William or Uncle John play soldiers or army or Star Wars or any fighting game, he always insists that the bad guys are wounded...never dead.
And I know a few things about 'sweet nice girls' because I was labeled thus all through my lower education years and I was anything but sweet.
Probably somewhere in the statement a grain of truth begun and as we all know the youngsters can take something and run with it. Ben probably did say some things he shouldn't and I imagine the other kids were putting in their share of it.
After the lecture I said, "Ben next time threaten her with a wet noodle."
My mom and Lisa both jumped on me about it...and I can see their point...any sort of threat isn't a good thing. So I simply said, "Well Ben, since you can't use physical force, play dirty.... tell the girl that if she doesn't be nice to you that you'll marry her when she's older."
That's a more menacing threat that throwing rocks ....lol
It seems Ben has gotten into trouble while riding the bus. He and a few of his little buddies got into an argument with some girls. According to the 'sweetest girl at the daycare' Ben told her that he "was gonna hit her with a rock and kill her family."
I laughed when I heard Lisa telling Mom about it and watched her have a 'talk' with Ben about it. She said, "Ben, Macy said that you told her you were going to hit her with a rock (he framed an explanation on his lips when he heard this part) and kill her family (then got wide-eyed and shocked when she said this)."
He tried to explain but she went into a lecture about not being mean to sweet girls and never threaten to hurt or kill anyone.
Personally I don't believe he threatened to kill her family...because when he and William or Uncle John play soldiers or army or Star Wars or any fighting game, he always insists that the bad guys are wounded...never dead.
And I know a few things about 'sweet nice girls' because I was labeled thus all through my lower education years and I was anything but sweet.
Probably somewhere in the statement a grain of truth begun and as we all know the youngsters can take something and run with it. Ben probably did say some things he shouldn't and I imagine the other kids were putting in their share of it.
After the lecture I said, "Ben next time threaten her with a wet noodle."
My mom and Lisa both jumped on me about it...and I can see their point...any sort of threat isn't a good thing. So I simply said, "Well Ben, since you can't use physical force, play dirty.... tell the girl that if she doesn't be nice to you that you'll marry her when she's older."
That's a more menacing threat that throwing rocks ....lol
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
Coughy and Coffee
Man, my cough is back... I swear my lungs just won't stay clear.
I've decided that McDonald's has the best coffee in the fast-food world. I crown them King.
And how about that Burger King robot who's good with his hands??? I wonder if that pack of rabid moms ran over the real Burger King King and now they're having to use a robot in the commericals.
For the longest time I've thought that the Burger King King was the creepiest fast-food mascot, but I've changed my mine. That jack-in-the-box man-thing is pret-ty scary.
But getting back to me... I've gotten a load of advice about how to get rid of this congestion forever...like eat a handful of raw garlic or drink down two tablespoons of vinegar a day, get some moonshine and honey and lemon--make a hot totty or toddy or toady or love potion.... rub an onion on my throat and chest before I go to sleep..
home remedies... maybe I should experiement with these fast fixes and then do a major article for a health site on them...lol.. oh yea..that's the ticket...
maybe not... I don't think I can stand smelling onion all night.
I've decided that McDonald's has the best coffee in the fast-food world. I crown them King.
And how about that Burger King robot who's good with his hands??? I wonder if that pack of rabid moms ran over the real Burger King King and now they're having to use a robot in the commericals.
For the longest time I've thought that the Burger King King was the creepiest fast-food mascot, but I've changed my mine. That jack-in-the-box man-thing is pret-ty scary.
But getting back to me... I've gotten a load of advice about how to get rid of this congestion forever...like eat a handful of raw garlic or drink down two tablespoons of vinegar a day, get some moonshine and honey and lemon--make a hot totty or toddy or toady or love potion.... rub an onion on my throat and chest before I go to sleep..
home remedies... maybe I should experiement with these fast fixes and then do a major article for a health site on them...lol.. oh yea..that's the ticket...
maybe not... I don't think I can stand smelling onion all night.
Obama Wins NC
No surprise there...
I got in an arguement with a Democrat while waiting to vote. And the topic was about the Democratic ticket. The person--a very opinionated woman declared that the decision of who would take NC was clearly a racial one.
I disagreed. I said that if Obama did pull it off that it wouldn't be based on race, it would be based on the fact that many people are feed-up with the Clintons--they're in our face every time we turn around. Here I am...a Republican...waiting to vote and get drawn into a Democratic battle. All around me people were saying "I'm voting for Obama." And 99.9 percent were White!
How can that be a racial decision?
One guy said, "Bill Clinton had his eight years of Presidency. He doesn't need anymore."
A lady a few years younger than me said, "I got sick of seeing him plastered on the newspaper and television. Didn't he visit every town in Robeson County? His smugness gets under my skin."
I read somewhere online last week after Bill came to L'ton that he said in so many words "I've talked a lot of people over to Hiliary's side." Maybe he did but it sure didn't help her in NC.
Our country is in need of repair. And sadly I see no great choice in our pickings for Presidency. All I can do is hope that God has some plan for us and to keep the faith.
But I do know one thing I wish...
that the 'race' card would get torn in two...and for people to see our candidates for what they can do for the country and not what 'color' their skin happens to be.
I got in an arguement with a Democrat while waiting to vote. And the topic was about the Democratic ticket. The person--a very opinionated woman declared that the decision of who would take NC was clearly a racial one.
I disagreed. I said that if Obama did pull it off that it wouldn't be based on race, it would be based on the fact that many people are feed-up with the Clintons--they're in our face every time we turn around. Here I am...a Republican...waiting to vote and get drawn into a Democratic battle. All around me people were saying "I'm voting for Obama." And 99.9 percent were White!
How can that be a racial decision?
One guy said, "Bill Clinton had his eight years of Presidency. He doesn't need anymore."
A lady a few years younger than me said, "I got sick of seeing him plastered on the newspaper and television. Didn't he visit every town in Robeson County? His smugness gets under my skin."
I read somewhere online last week after Bill came to L'ton that he said in so many words "I've talked a lot of people over to Hiliary's side." Maybe he did but it sure didn't help her in NC.
Our country is in need of repair. And sadly I see no great choice in our pickings for Presidency. All I can do is hope that God has some plan for us and to keep the faith.
But I do know one thing I wish...
that the 'race' card would get torn in two...and for people to see our candidates for what they can do for the country and not what 'color' their skin happens to be.
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
ya know...
sometimes spam headlines can be fun to read:
Man's Response Erection for Sexual Activity.
No kiddin'!
Man's Response Erection for Sexual Activity.
No kiddin'!
Hard wood
...floors! That's what is going on at my house. I decided to take up some of the old carpet and put down flooring. Especially since the carpet is really old and worn. I must say it all looks nice so far...and I think it will help with my allergies.
Plus increase the value of my home. ;)
Plus increase the value of my home. ;)
Convicted
For the last month or so I've noticed there are a bunch of 'Inmates Working' signs out here and there. I can remember one instance when I was around 13 and was over visiting one of my 'step-sisters' who was about 5 years older than me. She had gotten married and we were decorating her new home. It about 6 months after her father and my beloved first stepfather's death.
It as a lovely warm fall day and there was a knock at the door...an armed deputy who informed us that convicts were going to be working on clearing the ditches on her road and for us to keep the windows and doors locked and to have a phone handy. He promised they would be done as quickly as possible.
And they were...we were sorta afraid, mainly because of an incident back when I was around 6 years old where some convicts broke out of a chain gang, killed two guards and held a family hostage for a few days...that family was my 2nd step father, his step-mother and father. It was a terrible event, because the lady was raped (she was close to 60 but that didn't matter to these monsters) and the father had just experienced eye surgery. It took a force of deputies to storm the house and rescue the hostages. Luckily no one was killed but the psychological scars were permenant, especially for my 2nd step-father who used that excuse for the mental abuse he gave me and my siblings during the ten years he and mom were married.
But in the last few years, I've noticed that there are many areas of the county were convicts are working on the roads. I'm assuming they are no risk but what happened to common courtesy from the Prison officials... especially in residental areas. Is it so hard to have a guard or deputy drop by and tell us that inmates will be working in the area and to be on guard?
I don't think so. All it takes is time and effort.
It as a lovely warm fall day and there was a knock at the door...an armed deputy who informed us that convicts were going to be working on clearing the ditches on her road and for us to keep the windows and doors locked and to have a phone handy. He promised they would be done as quickly as possible.
And they were...we were sorta afraid, mainly because of an incident back when I was around 6 years old where some convicts broke out of a chain gang, killed two guards and held a family hostage for a few days...that family was my 2nd step father, his step-mother and father. It was a terrible event, because the lady was raped (she was close to 60 but that didn't matter to these monsters) and the father had just experienced eye surgery. It took a force of deputies to storm the house and rescue the hostages. Luckily no one was killed but the psychological scars were permenant, especially for my 2nd step-father who used that excuse for the mental abuse he gave me and my siblings during the ten years he and mom were married.
But in the last few years, I've noticed that there are many areas of the county were convicts are working on the roads. I'm assuming they are no risk but what happened to common courtesy from the Prison officials... especially in residental areas. Is it so hard to have a guard or deputy drop by and tell us that inmates will be working in the area and to be on guard?
I don't think so. All it takes is time and effort.
Monday, May 05, 2008
ZzzzZZzzzz
I am so sleepy today.... Saturday and Sunday, I didn't take my medicine that helps loosen phelgm and give me a productive cough...because it makes me slightly groggy and I knew I needed to be alert for jury duty.
But in the middle of the night, I had a long coughing bout where I couldn't get the phelgm up..it was horrible. So I took a tablet this morning...and now I'm groggy.
Good thing jury duty was postponed. Not just for that reason but because Dad forgot I had JD and didn't show up for work until 11:57 this morning. And we had a slight rush first thing--which is good I was here.
Sometimes I wonder about Dad's thought process. I told him all last week and 3 times on Sat that I wouldn't be here Monday...
My weekend was very restful. I was really exhausted from my drive up to see Al...and took a 3-hour nap when I got there--but only after putting on my famous lemon chicken. I felt rested and was surprised that I could sleep all night long. Al actually had done all the housework. I was totally shocked. So on Sunday, Slick the cat and I watched movies.
We saw "Darkness Falls" (I give it a C-), Constantine (I know it's nothing like the comic but I still like the movie --A-) and Pride and Prejudice (an A+++).
After the movies when off, I drove over to Walmart to get some stuff. At the check, I was surrounded by Army guys. They were so cute and friendly. I took the time to thank all of them for serving our country and for all the sacrifices they make and continue to make. And I got hugs for all of them. The cashier was teary when I got to her. She said, "I never hear people telling them that. And I'm ashamed I don't."
No matter what stance each of us has on the war....I think it's important that we show support to our guys who risk and give their lives to keep ours free.
For supper I made Shrimp Alfredo...and boy was it good. Al kept giving me two thumbs and two big toes up... never had that kind of compliment. I went to bed at 11 pm and was promptly awakened an hour later by Al, telling me a huge raccoon was staring at him through the sliding glass door. I know it's unusual but ...jeez... I'm sleeping here... I told him to ignore him or make a hat out of him. I didn't see a hat this morn, so I am safely assuming the raccoon is still alive and kicking.
I was sorta surprised at the amount of people ordered to jury duty and equally surprised at all the no-shows when they called roll. And I was very happy when the lady told me that I could come back May 19. But I know it won't be much better and but for now... I'm cool with that.
But in the middle of the night, I had a long coughing bout where I couldn't get the phelgm up..it was horrible. So I took a tablet this morning...and now I'm groggy.
Good thing jury duty was postponed. Not just for that reason but because Dad forgot I had JD and didn't show up for work until 11:57 this morning. And we had a slight rush first thing--which is good I was here.
Sometimes I wonder about Dad's thought process. I told him all last week and 3 times on Sat that I wouldn't be here Monday...
My weekend was very restful. I was really exhausted from my drive up to see Al...and took a 3-hour nap when I got there--but only after putting on my famous lemon chicken. I felt rested and was surprised that I could sleep all night long. Al actually had done all the housework. I was totally shocked. So on Sunday, Slick the cat and I watched movies.
We saw "Darkness Falls" (I give it a C-), Constantine (I know it's nothing like the comic but I still like the movie --A-) and Pride and Prejudice (an A+++).
After the movies when off, I drove over to Walmart to get some stuff. At the check, I was surrounded by Army guys. They were so cute and friendly. I took the time to thank all of them for serving our country and for all the sacrifices they make and continue to make. And I got hugs for all of them. The cashier was teary when I got to her. She said, "I never hear people telling them that. And I'm ashamed I don't."
No matter what stance each of us has on the war....I think it's important that we show support to our guys who risk and give their lives to keep ours free.
For supper I made Shrimp Alfredo...and boy was it good. Al kept giving me two thumbs and two big toes up... never had that kind of compliment. I went to bed at 11 pm and was promptly awakened an hour later by Al, telling me a huge raccoon was staring at him through the sliding glass door. I know it's unusual but ...jeez... I'm sleeping here... I told him to ignore him or make a hat out of him. I didn't see a hat this morn, so I am safely assuming the raccoon is still alive and kicking.
I was sorta surprised at the amount of people ordered to jury duty and equally surprised at all the no-shows when they called roll. And I was very happy when the lady told me that I could come back May 19. But I know it won't be much better and but for now... I'm cool with that.
Vote tomorrow
Here in NC, we are voting tomorrow. I can't express how important it is to get out and let your voice be heard...
Friday, May 02, 2008
Juror 69
What Joy! I have to appear for jury duty at Civil Court bright and shiny on Monday morning. Could be worse...could haven been criminal court. I wonder if it will be as entertaining as Jerry Springer's show...
probably not...
oh well... joy anyway.
Thursday, May 01, 2008
Nothing much to say...
...but I'm sure something will pop out of the keyboard.
Feeling very sleepy today. I think the toll of being sick last week is catching up with me. When I get off, I've been trying to catch up on housework and yard duty. Not resting like I should. Maybe after CSI goes off, I'll hit the hay for an early night...maybe...
Been having woes with Page Builder on the yahoo website create/manage area...thingie. I guess I'll have to download Sitebuilder to get the pages finished. My website will be more professional looking...sorta hate to lose the 'Sherrie' touch.
Can't believe it's Thursday. The week has flown by. My brother and I are going out for Chinese food tonight... I think or maybe to a local steakhouse. I bet he leaves it up to me to decide.
What about Survivor? I'm betting Cierie will win. There have been a lot of bonehead moves this time around.
Going to Al's this weekend. I think time apart makes him appreciate me more. We'll see if he's done any housework these past few weeks.
That's about it I think.... hmmm.. yep that's it...for now.
Feeling very sleepy today. I think the toll of being sick last week is catching up with me. When I get off, I've been trying to catch up on housework and yard duty. Not resting like I should. Maybe after CSI goes off, I'll hit the hay for an early night...maybe...
Been having woes with Page Builder on the yahoo website create/manage area...thingie. I guess I'll have to download Sitebuilder to get the pages finished. My website will be more professional looking...sorta hate to lose the 'Sherrie' touch.
Can't believe it's Thursday. The week has flown by. My brother and I are going out for Chinese food tonight... I think or maybe to a local steakhouse. I bet he leaves it up to me to decide.
What about Survivor? I'm betting Cierie will win. There have been a lot of bonehead moves this time around.
Going to Al's this weekend. I think time apart makes him appreciate me more. We'll see if he's done any housework these past few weeks.
That's about it I think.... hmmm.. yep that's it...for now.
Ex-President Clinton
Here's the link to the article about Bill being in Lumberton. Dad said he "looked just like he does on TV." And a friend of mine who went said he was "sexy and charming" (I noted grass stains n her knees...haha..just kidding).
I wish I had went to hear him speak, but someone had to mind the studio.
I wish I had went to hear him speak, but someone had to mind the studio.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Bill Clinton in Lumberton Tomorrow
Let me pull out my black dress...
LUMBERTON — Bill Clinton will be stumping here Wednesday on behalf of his wife’s presidential campaign, but his stop in Lumberton won’t be in a big auditorium with plenty of space for large crowds — and city officials are concerned.
The event, to be held at 204 W. Eighth St. beginning at 3:30 p.m., will be on property next to the city’s old water plant.
According to Mabel Moses, a volunteer who oversees Hillary Clinton’s Lumberton campaign office, there will be room for about 1,000 people in the yard. The event is free and open to the general public.
“Anyone wanting to attend should arrive early,” Moses said. “It will be on a first-come, first-serve basis.”
The site selected by the Clinton campaign seems a little bit unusual, according to City Manager Wayne Horne. He said this morning that Clinton campaign officials have not yet contacted his office about the location and schedule for the event.
“I’ve got to make some calls. It seems an unusual location,” the manager said. “It is not a good place for getting traffic in and out. This could be a nightmare.”
Moses said the home, which is not inhabited, is owned by Baxter Miller. Moses said Lumberton High had been selected and approved for the visit, but the Clinton people wanted to have it in a yard in downtown Lumberton.
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I agree. The site they've chosen is in a horrible place, traffic wise... I guess it's about one block over and five blocks down. Guess I'll park in my 'getaway' spot so I won't get caught in traffic.
Wonder if Bill likes southern belles with full lush lips, reddish-brown shoulder length hair and flirty blue eyes.
;)
LUMBERTON — Bill Clinton will be stumping here Wednesday on behalf of his wife’s presidential campaign, but his stop in Lumberton won’t be in a big auditorium with plenty of space for large crowds — and city officials are concerned.
The event, to be held at 204 W. Eighth St. beginning at 3:30 p.m., will be on property next to the city’s old water plant.
According to Mabel Moses, a volunteer who oversees Hillary Clinton’s Lumberton campaign office, there will be room for about 1,000 people in the yard. The event is free and open to the general public.
“Anyone wanting to attend should arrive early,” Moses said. “It will be on a first-come, first-serve basis.”
The site selected by the Clinton campaign seems a little bit unusual, according to City Manager Wayne Horne. He said this morning that Clinton campaign officials have not yet contacted his office about the location and schedule for the event.
“I’ve got to make some calls. It seems an unusual location,” the manager said. “It is not a good place for getting traffic in and out. This could be a nightmare.”
Moses said the home, which is not inhabited, is owned by Baxter Miller. Moses said Lumberton High had been selected and approved for the visit, but the Clinton people wanted to have it in a yard in downtown Lumberton.
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I agree. The site they've chosen is in a horrible place, traffic wise... I guess it's about one block over and five blocks down. Guess I'll park in my 'getaway' spot so I won't get caught in traffic.
Wonder if Bill likes southern belles with full lush lips, reddish-brown shoulder length hair and flirty blue eyes.
;)
Still Coughing
but alive!
Somehow I made it through yesterday. Got home and there were Mom and the boys. I almost stayed in my automobile for the night. But I mustered up some courage and went in.
As I went to my room to put my things up, I saw William and Ben quietly sitting on the spare bed in the computer room waiting for my brother to get off the PC.
I coughed and Ben said, "Are you still sick, Aunt Sherrie?" I nodded, still coughing. He said, "Then why didn't you stay home. Why did you go to work?"
Clearing my throat, I said, "I had to go to work. NO choice." Then I put my hands on my hips and surveyed them. To both I said, "SoooOoooo...who has homework?"
Ben raised his hand. William just stared at me then said, "I do. What are you going to do about it?"
My brother snorted. I was taken aback. And had no answer to it. Silence followed with both boys staring at me. I replied dryly, "Either cry or run away. I don't know which I'll do."
But what I did do was lie down for about 20 mins and then faced homework. And somehow got through the night.
I'm feeling a little better but not much. My sleep was very restless last night, as if I was overly tried. So I'm thinking that about 3 cups of coffee should get me back on cue.
Hope the day is a good one... I'm off to work.
Somehow I made it through yesterday. Got home and there were Mom and the boys. I almost stayed in my automobile for the night. But I mustered up some courage and went in.
As I went to my room to put my things up, I saw William and Ben quietly sitting on the spare bed in the computer room waiting for my brother to get off the PC.
I coughed and Ben said, "Are you still sick, Aunt Sherrie?" I nodded, still coughing. He said, "Then why didn't you stay home. Why did you go to work?"
Clearing my throat, I said, "I had to go to work. NO choice." Then I put my hands on my hips and surveyed them. To both I said, "SoooOoooo...who has homework?"
Ben raised his hand. William just stared at me then said, "I do. What are you going to do about it?"
My brother snorted. I was taken aback. And had no answer to it. Silence followed with both boys staring at me. I replied dryly, "Either cry or run away. I don't know which I'll do."
But what I did do was lie down for about 20 mins and then faced homework. And somehow got through the night.
I'm feeling a little better but not much. My sleep was very restless last night, as if I was overly tried. So I'm thinking that about 3 cups of coffee should get me back on cue.
Hope the day is a good one... I'm off to work.
Monday, April 28, 2008
Coffee or Coughy
Maybe coffee will help my coughy!
I'll say this much... I haven't been bedridden like this since the summer of 1998. I knew as I drove to work on Friday that I should be in bed but I still drove on. At around noon, I realized I was falling asleep at the computer and messing up a lot of work... I got home at around 1:30 and believe me, the drive was a long one even if it was only for 3 miles...and I fell into bed..slept until 6, ate something--have no idea what...fell back into bed slept until 10...talked to Al..I think...then fell asleep until 9 am...stayed up until 11 am and slept until 3 pm... and so went the cycle.
that was pretty much my weekend...
The body will let you push it only so far and then it makes you take care of yourself. I put the needs of others before my health and almost had to go to the hospital for that sacrifice.
I think it's time I learned to say No once in a while to everyone and be a little selfish, especially when it comes to my health.
But I do feel better today...running at about 75%...and I hope to be up to 80% tomorrow.
I'll say this much... I haven't been bedridden like this since the summer of 1998. I knew as I drove to work on Friday that I should be in bed but I still drove on. At around noon, I realized I was falling asleep at the computer and messing up a lot of work... I got home at around 1:30 and believe me, the drive was a long one even if it was only for 3 miles...and I fell into bed..slept until 6, ate something--have no idea what...fell back into bed slept until 10...talked to Al..I think...then fell asleep until 9 am...stayed up until 11 am and slept until 3 pm... and so went the cycle.
that was pretty much my weekend...
The body will let you push it only so far and then it makes you take care of yourself. I put the needs of others before my health and almost had to go to the hospital for that sacrifice.
I think it's time I learned to say No once in a while to everyone and be a little selfish, especially when it comes to my health.
But I do feel better today...running at about 75%...and I hope to be up to 80% tomorrow.
Feeling...
a lot better today...will be back to blog once I settle whatever mess Dad's created while I was out.
Thanks for all the get well wishes..
love ya
Thanks for all the get well wishes..
love ya
Trip Pictures
William panning for gold.
Ben at the aquarium
and Champ...well, he's just happy to be here.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Sick Girl
That's my name for today...
I'm spending my weekend in recovery mode... hope everyone has a great weekend. Be safe.
xxoo
love ya
I'm spending my weekend in recovery mode... hope everyone has a great weekend. Be safe.
xxoo
love ya
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Snap, Crackle, Pop
...that's how my breathing sounds! Like a bowl of rice krispies. I am thankful that I don't have any big deadlines this week. Or I would be totally screwed without the benefit of a kiss.
Ben's on his field trip to Fort Fisher, NC and the NC Aquarium there. Lisa and her hubby went along. I took William to school this morning and have to retrieve him at 2:45. Guess I'll stop off at McD's for a snack for him and then bring him back to work for a little while. Hopefully, the field trip will be over before 5.
Guess I'll be lazy tonight...like last night and the night before... watch Survivor (now wasn't Ozzy a big bonehead??? not playing the immunity idol??? I thought Eliza's eyes were gonna pop out of her head.) and CSI...then turn in early.
Feeling icky makes boring topic...so I'll post this and hide from the sunlight.
Ben's on his field trip to Fort Fisher, NC and the NC Aquarium there. Lisa and her hubby went along. I took William to school this morning and have to retrieve him at 2:45. Guess I'll stop off at McD's for a snack for him and then bring him back to work for a little while. Hopefully, the field trip will be over before 5.
Guess I'll be lazy tonight...like last night and the night before... watch Survivor (now wasn't Ozzy a big bonehead??? not playing the immunity idol??? I thought Eliza's eyes were gonna pop out of her head.) and CSI...then turn in early.
Feeling icky makes boring topic...so I'll post this and hide from the sunlight.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
A Quickie
William's field trip to the Reed Gold Mine was a blast. I went even though I should have stayed home and medicated myself. It wasn't so bad until we went into the mine and did a tour. It was really cold, damp and musky in there ...and naturally I started coughing ...
William had a lot of fun. He behaved and actually entertained a few of the other parents with his commentary comments while panning for gold. He seemed to get along with all the kids in his group and that was a relief. Autism affects his social skills and when he's with 'normal' kids you can tell he's different.
I lent my sister my camera to take on Ben's field trip ..so I can't post a picture of William panning for gold. Only 4 out of the group found gold...and it was just a speck. But all of them were ok about it. I swear his whole class has the best manners of any group of kids I've seen in ages.
On the way back we watched "Alvin and the Chipmunks" on his portable DVD. It's a cute movie.
We got home around 4 and I wanted to fall on the couch. But had things to do. And believe me, when I was finished I fell on the couch so hard I bounced up ant touched the ceiling with my nose. I dosed until around 8, when I woke up to a very high fever...luckily I got it down within the hour.
So... if I were to be honest with myself I would say, "Girl, you need to stay home and rest." But I'm not... so it's off to work to see what kind of shape Dad's got the studio in.
William had a lot of fun. He behaved and actually entertained a few of the other parents with his commentary comments while panning for gold. He seemed to get along with all the kids in his group and that was a relief. Autism affects his social skills and when he's with 'normal' kids you can tell he's different.
I lent my sister my camera to take on Ben's field trip ..so I can't post a picture of William panning for gold. Only 4 out of the group found gold...and it was just a speck. But all of them were ok about it. I swear his whole class has the best manners of any group of kids I've seen in ages.
On the way back we watched "Alvin and the Chipmunks" on his portable DVD. It's a cute movie.
We got home around 4 and I wanted to fall on the couch. But had things to do. And believe me, when I was finished I fell on the couch so hard I bounced up ant touched the ceiling with my nose. I dosed until around 8, when I woke up to a very high fever...luckily I got it down within the hour.
So... if I were to be honest with myself I would say, "Girl, you need to stay home and rest." But I'm not... so it's off to work to see what kind of shape Dad's got the studio in.
Monday, April 21, 2008
Your Personality at 35,000 Says... |
 Deep down, you vastly prefer being with others to being alone. You love to engage people in conversation. You are good with your place in the world. You are confident and comfortable with who you are. Your gift is having a way with words. You know how to express yourself well. You are inspired by what is possible. Real life is often too ordinary for you. You are happy as long as you are given some personal space. It's important for you to have your own private life. |
Shoot me and get it over with
My stance on smoking is if you do it, it's your life not mine. I don't smoke and yes, I've tried it in college, but once I got bronchial pneumonia, I stopped. I've dated smokers, putting up with the smell because I was in love.
But not anymore...in fact I am very sensitive to smoke nowadays. One of Dad's minnows comes by every day and spends an hour or more chain smoking. Friday he smoked 6 cigarettes in 45 mins. It felt as if my mouth and nose were full of smoke. Since Dad's a closet smoker he doesn't tell the guy not to smoke and gets mad if I make a big deal about it. But on Friday, as soon as the building was covered in smoke, I started coughing, my sinuses closed up and I felt terrible.
Over the weekend, I slowly became worse. When the guy came in today, I told him that I had a respiratory bug and asked if he wouldn't smoke...do you think he didn't. Hell no, he smoked up a storm and didn't acknowledge my coughing. But I'll tell you this much...he didn't like it when I sprayed him with air neutralizing spray.
Dad doesn't say anything...and believes I take it to far, when his friend is here. If he smoked only one or two during the course of his visit...the smoke wouldn't bother me as much, because I turn on my osculating fan and it diffuses most of it...but when you chain smoke enough to cause a person's mouth to taste as if they've Frenched an ashtray, then by golly...that's too much.
If his plan is to slowly kill me with second-hand smoke, I beg of him...just shoot me and get it over with.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Newsy stuff
Al is very proud of himself and so am I. He's in the top ten list for high sales last month at Harris Jewelry store nation-wide. I keep telling him that he's in his vein of work. He'll soar if he sticks with it and gets his mind off going to Kuwait to work.
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My friend Sam aka Blue is no longer working at his night job. He's doing other things like selling comics and working at a comic bookstore. It's been difficult getting his body adjusted to the change of sleeping at night. I've been a little worried about it because he's a diabetic and hasn't been taking care of himself. It frustrates me when people I care about are so nonchalant about their health...my dad's one of those people and so is Sam. I want to take a stake and pound it into their heads that they are important and I want them around a long time.
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Got an article coming out in the PV magazine very soon.
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Tuesday, I'm going on a field trip with William's 3rd grade class to pan for gold at Reed's Gold Mine outside of Charlotte NC. It's privately owned. If I strike it rich, I promise to remember the small people and to pay someone to ghost write for the blog.
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Too Bad Chuck Norris can't be President. He would roundhouse kick this nation into shape in no time. Remember the Soviet Union? They decided to quit after watching a DeltaForce marathon on Satellite TV.
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To anyone whom I haven't emailed in a week or so... promise to do that this coming week and I apologize for not having done so sooner.
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and on a final note...enjoy the weekend. I plan to.
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My friend Sam aka Blue is no longer working at his night job. He's doing other things like selling comics and working at a comic bookstore. It's been difficult getting his body adjusted to the change of sleeping at night. I've been a little worried about it because he's a diabetic and hasn't been taking care of himself. It frustrates me when people I care about are so nonchalant about their health...my dad's one of those people and so is Sam. I want to take a stake and pound it into their heads that they are important and I want them around a long time.
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Got an article coming out in the PV magazine very soon.
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Tuesday, I'm going on a field trip with William's 3rd grade class to pan for gold at Reed's Gold Mine outside of Charlotte NC. It's privately owned. If I strike it rich, I promise to remember the small people and to pay someone to ghost write for the blog.
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Too Bad Chuck Norris can't be President. He would roundhouse kick this nation into shape in no time. Remember the Soviet Union? They decided to quit after watching a DeltaForce marathon on Satellite TV.
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To anyone whom I haven't emailed in a week or so... promise to do that this coming week and I apologize for not having done so sooner.
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and on a final note...enjoy the weekend. I plan to.
New Shoes
Got these new shoes Thursday at Walmart to wear when I have on shorts and a tee... when I got home, so very proud of them I asked my brother if he wanted to see my 'new' shoes. He said, "Sure." And when I proudly put them on and modeled them, he said in an incredulous voice, "Those are NEW."
I laughed.
So I'm wearing them today..and before I left for work, I asked the nephews (who are at my house until lunchtime) what they think of them
Ben: "Crazzy!"
William: "Very Cool!"
And I can see why William and I get along so great...lol...
Friday, April 18, 2008
Quizzy Day
This week has been a bear and not the kind of bare I really love. Let me tick off the ways:
1) Monday night at 1 am, Dear sweet William has a 'puking' fit. Poor little guy, it's times like this that I realize how his autism affects him. He couldn't comprehend that he should bend over the toliet or trash can to vomit in. He would stand straight up and let it flow...everywhere. I had to force him to bend down and let it 'flow' where it's suppose to. I called Lisa and she brought over a suppository that the Doctor prescribed for Ben. It helped and he stopped vomiting within the hour. He told me that if we had a sick room, he could have went into it and stayed there a while...that when he left the room, his sickness would have stayed behind... if it were that simple.
2) I've been busy with restorations this week--several rush jobs for funerals and political campaigns.
3)Dad's spent most of the week, goofing off at the corner general store--which I call the "Corner Gossip Central." So I've had to run the place alone, answering the phone, dealing with telemarketers and customers all the while needing to get my rush jobs finished. I really believe that the main reason he hasn't retired it that the studio is his social life, which is rather sad.
4) Mental exhaustion... I've been so tired at night that I haven't felt like logging on at home and working on things like my webiste or blogs. Instead I strip to my undies and a t-shirt, grab either a book or an audio book and relax in my room.
5)And..lastly, I haven't had much to say. Nothing to 'bare' so to speak.
But, I'll say this.. I'm glad it's Spring and that blooms and green things surround me.
1) Monday night at 1 am, Dear sweet William has a 'puking' fit. Poor little guy, it's times like this that I realize how his autism affects him. He couldn't comprehend that he should bend over the toliet or trash can to vomit in. He would stand straight up and let it flow...everywhere. I had to force him to bend down and let it 'flow' where it's suppose to. I called Lisa and she brought over a suppository that the Doctor prescribed for Ben. It helped and he stopped vomiting within the hour. He told me that if we had a sick room, he could have went into it and stayed there a while...that when he left the room, his sickness would have stayed behind... if it were that simple.
2) I've been busy with restorations this week--several rush jobs for funerals and political campaigns.
3)Dad's spent most of the week, goofing off at the corner general store--which I call the "Corner Gossip Central." So I've had to run the place alone, answering the phone, dealing with telemarketers and customers all the while needing to get my rush jobs finished. I really believe that the main reason he hasn't retired it that the studio is his social life, which is rather sad.
4) Mental exhaustion... I've been so tired at night that I haven't felt like logging on at home and working on things like my webiste or blogs. Instead I strip to my undies and a t-shirt, grab either a book or an audio book and relax in my room.
5)And..lastly, I haven't had much to say. Nothing to 'bare' so to speak.
But, I'll say this.. I'm glad it's Spring and that blooms and green things surround me.
Front Door Friends
What Your Front Door Says |
 You are intriguing and charming. People are naturally drawn to you, even if they don't know you. You are calm and wise. You are a true leader. You never feel isolated in a group. Somehow, you always belong. |
Day O
You Are Reggae Music |
 You're laid back, friendly, and even a bit of a bum at times. For you, life is too short to spend your time angry at the world. But while you don't take life too seriously, you're deeper than people realize. You're very reflective, and a few key topics (like social justice and love) are very important to you. |
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Dan Patrick... asshole of the week (reposted)
I was so appalled when I was writing this on Saturday that I had to save it to draft, or so I thought until I came on today to finish writing it...and saw that I had accidentally posted it Saturday...
I have an issue with The Dan Patrick Show . On April 9th, he and his cohost made rude comments and jokes about the baby in India who was born with one head and two complete faces. They said things like "Do both sets of eyes blink at the same time?" and "Wonder which mouth she eats with" and the one that really caused me to exhale a shocked breath--"Wonder how her plumbing works?"
This is an innocent child. It's not her fault. How cruel and evil to do this... why do these radio hosts think they can say anything? I could understand if he was a crude shock jock who has no respect for humanity and uses any means to get his spot in the limelight. But his guy is a big time Sportscaster.
He should have more style than that. But arrogance can get in the way of good taste. And these comments were not in good taste. What if one of his devout listeners had a child with some sort of deformity? How would they feel if they heard this type of joking on his show? I'm sure they would be offended and even lose respect for him? After all, it's a sports show and not a lampoon everything in sight show. I know I lost a lot of respect for him.
I've told this to a few people and was even more shocked that they brushed it off...these same people were appalled at Mike Vick's dog-fighting scandal, yet show little concern over the cruel remarks about an innocent child. Is this what the world is coming too? If the comments made by Dan Patrick and his cohost had been racial, would the response be different?
There have been several times in my life when I've heard comments made by radio show hosts and jocks that have totally offended me, yet I did little at the time. Well, except one other incidence but that story is too long and has little to do with this post against Dan Patrick. I've decided to blog about this and to encourage others not to stand silent about this. Too often we see cruelty in our everyday life, yet walk on by and never stand-up against it. Cruelty begets cruelty, even if it's the verbal form...still it is cruelty.
Boycott his show. Boycott Dan Patrick. Pass along this blog post, if need be. Maybe if enough people stand, his show will be removed.
I have an issue with The Dan Patrick Show . On April 9th, he and his cohost made rude comments and jokes about the baby in India who was born with one head and two complete faces. They said things like "Do both sets of eyes blink at the same time?" and "Wonder which mouth she eats with" and the one that really caused me to exhale a shocked breath--"Wonder how her plumbing works?"
This is an innocent child. It's not her fault. How cruel and evil to do this... why do these radio hosts think they can say anything? I could understand if he was a crude shock jock who has no respect for humanity and uses any means to get his spot in the limelight. But his guy is a big time Sportscaster.
He should have more style than that. But arrogance can get in the way of good taste. And these comments were not in good taste. What if one of his devout listeners had a child with some sort of deformity? How would they feel if they heard this type of joking on his show? I'm sure they would be offended and even lose respect for him? After all, it's a sports show and not a lampoon everything in sight show. I know I lost a lot of respect for him.
I've told this to a few people and was even more shocked that they brushed it off...these same people were appalled at Mike Vick's dog-fighting scandal, yet show little concern over the cruel remarks about an innocent child. Is this what the world is coming too? If the comments made by Dan Patrick and his cohost had been racial, would the response be different?
There have been several times in my life when I've heard comments made by radio show hosts and jocks that have totally offended me, yet I did little at the time. Well, except one other incidence but that story is too long and has little to do with this post against Dan Patrick. I've decided to blog about this and to encourage others not to stand silent about this. Too often we see cruelty in our everyday life, yet walk on by and never stand-up against it. Cruelty begets cruelty, even if it's the verbal form...still it is cruelty.
Boycott his show. Boycott Dan Patrick. Pass along this blog post, if need be. Maybe if enough people stand, his show will be removed.
Friday, April 11, 2008
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Blah today
I had some medical issues yesterday that have me feeling off color today. Maybe a cup of coffee will fix me up...or some coffee beans...
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
Orb?
I took this photo of Al and FS Sunday along with others of Flat Stanley and the cat. I used natural lighting and no flash. No reflective surfaces either...but look to the left on the couch... see the fat orb? That's where I usually sit when Al and I hang out on the couch...
more times than I can count, I've felt what feels like a cold hand on my hand. I usually will it away and pretend it never happens...
strange...very very strange.. I have no explanation for the orb!
Koo ko
Oh yea...
I'm koo ko for coco pops today... Why is it that every now and then we have to test our boundries... I did today with the PC... I opened a photo editing program, microword, and three pages of websites, and chat ....and I knew, I would crash. I had too much going on at once.
And I did... when I rebooted, I realized I should finish my photo editing, then finish my writing the intro to one of my sips before logging back online to torture the web.
My website planning is coming along really well. I'm very excited about it and hope that I do a good job.
On top of all this I have to write Flat Stanley's story... remember the one William did a few years ago...about the boy who was flattened by a bulletin board and then was mailed to California? Will sent his to Al and I created some fun stuff for him to do... this year is Ben's turn. And it's up to me to make it as exciting... I'm having to fit it in between photos and web stuff...
say hi to Ben's Flat Stanley who almost had green hair and orange/purple eyes:
and man, what about that game last night. Kansas and Memphis sitting in a tree.... Kansas kicked ass...one two three...
It was a really tight game at times. I think the best two teams went and that the best one won, even if it wasn't my Tarheels... I'm still glad Kansas won the championship. But don't expect me to be wearing Bluejay colors.
I'm koo ko for coco pops today... Why is it that every now and then we have to test our boundries... I did today with the PC... I opened a photo editing program, microword, and three pages of websites, and chat ....and I knew, I would crash. I had too much going on at once.
And I did... when I rebooted, I realized I should finish my photo editing, then finish my writing the intro to one of my sips before logging back online to torture the web.
My website planning is coming along really well. I'm very excited about it and hope that I do a good job.
On top of all this I have to write Flat Stanley's story... remember the one William did a few years ago...about the boy who was flattened by a bulletin board and then was mailed to California? Will sent his to Al and I created some fun stuff for him to do... this year is Ben's turn. And it's up to me to make it as exciting... I'm having to fit it in between photos and web stuff...
say hi to Ben's Flat Stanley who almost had green hair and orange/purple eyes:
and man, what about that game last night. Kansas and Memphis sitting in a tree.... Kansas kicked ass...one two three...
It was a really tight game at times. I think the best two teams went and that the best one won, even if it wasn't my Tarheels... I'm still glad Kansas won the championship. But don't expect me to be wearing Bluejay colors.
Monday, April 07, 2008
An Official Soft drink
(Thanks DJ JD for sending this one)
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I still love the Heels, even if they did choke Saturday eve.
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I still love the Heels, even if they did choke Saturday eve.
The Heels... heel.
I don't know what team showed up for the Kansas/Tarheels game but it wasn't the Tarheels that were playing last weekend. Kansas outplayed them—they were quicker and made us work for what points we did get. I'm not one to make excuses for losses... the better team won. Maybe during the upcoming year, the Heels can use this game as a practice grounds for improving on their faults and turning the next NCCA tournament final four into a winner.
So... Kansas won and so did Memphis (I knew they would slaughter UCLA)...and they're playing for the championship. Should be an excellent game.
So... Kansas won and so did Memphis (I knew they would slaughter UCLA)...and they're playing for the championship. Should be an excellent game.
Friday, April 04, 2008
Rambles on a Friday
Ben's back in true form. He's proud of his 'shot' and doesn't hesitate to pull his pants down to show you the needle mark. I don't think one of my neighbor's knew what to think when he said, "I got a shot. But not with a gun. With a needle. See?" And promptly pulled his jeans down and showed her the faint mark. I was glad he had on a pair of underwear that weren't too big. He's got a little butt and the seat tends to be baggie. I just hope he doesn't do that to everyone he meets!
Talked to Sam yesterday. He told me that Publish America and Amazon were arguing over Amazon bullying Publish America because Amazon wants them to turn over electronical files or something like that and that PA was going to concentrate on it's partnership with Barnes and Noble. Amazon is selling used books from other sellers and the option to buy directly from them is gone. I guess I shouldn't have deleted all those PA email that I kept getting over the last few months without reading them first.
He also told me he wasn't working nights anymore--that his job is done and he's going to concentrate on selling comics and other things. He's been working nights as long as I've known him and he seems to be excited about it. We talked about 'forced change' and how scary it can be. He said that's how it will be when I leave the studio...that I'll be forced to do so. I think he's partly right. I've been longing for a new environment--something to make me feel as if I'm not in a rut. We're going to work on a project together. I'm excited and so is he. Once we get it organized and begin to work on it, I'll probably blog about it.
I had a strange thing happen today that made me realize how much I've grown over the years. A guy asked to be added on messenger. His id looked familiar and I thought he was from the Lost in Pleasure group I gave up to Shelby and Phoebus a while back, so I added him. Today was the first time we both were on messenger and for a moment I accidentally went visible. He sent an IM and we began to chat...tentatively on my part. Many of these guys want to talk sex and I don't do that anymore.
But I was wrong...he had found me from the literotica stories I have posted. I was shocked, then remembered that one of my profiles is the name I use, so he probably did a search on the name and came up with the profile on yahoo. He asked what enflamed me and I immediately assumed he wanted to cyber...but I was wrong. He was curious about me and wondered why I wasn't posting anymore.
So began a long drawn out ambigous reply from me... he stopped me because I wasn't giving him the answer he wanted. I know why but how do I express it to a total stranger who doesn't know me... I don't need to be validated. I know who I am and now my erotic thoughts and desires aren't for the public. I don't need to write about big dicks or doing 69 in a garden to get attention. I know who I am and where my desires lead. There's more to sex than just the act and I don't think he understood that.
We chatted about other things, finding out we were both in NC and both went to college in the same area. His kids are the same age as my nephews and our jobs are both interesting. After a few mins of that type of topics, he asked which of my stories were true. To be honest, I don't remember what's published on literotica. He pulled a list up and I wasn't truthful about some of them... I told him all but 2 were fiction. And he was a bit disappointed and wanted to know where my inspiration came from, were my kinks varied and where did I keep them.
The last question cracked me up...so I wrote that I kept them in an empty cigar box in my mental closet.
What really got me was that he kept denying that he wanted to cyber or get aroused by anything I shared regarding my erotic writings--that he was a fan who was curious about me, who thought I was talented enough to publish erotic books professionally and that I was a bright women--yet towards the end of our conversation he asked if he could send me a picture of his private part to show how much he liked my writings and how they affected his 'parts.'
In the end... it's all the same... you throw out sexual stuff and that's all that people like him want... even if they claim they want to know the person behind the erotica... it's all bullshit... they want the erotica behind the person.
Talked to Sam yesterday. He told me that Publish America and Amazon were arguing over Amazon bullying Publish America because Amazon wants them to turn over electronical files or something like that and that PA was going to concentrate on it's partnership with Barnes and Noble. Amazon is selling used books from other sellers and the option to buy directly from them is gone. I guess I shouldn't have deleted all those PA email that I kept getting over the last few months without reading them first.
He also told me he wasn't working nights anymore--that his job is done and he's going to concentrate on selling comics and other things. He's been working nights as long as I've known him and he seems to be excited about it. We talked about 'forced change' and how scary it can be. He said that's how it will be when I leave the studio...that I'll be forced to do so. I think he's partly right. I've been longing for a new environment--something to make me feel as if I'm not in a rut. We're going to work on a project together. I'm excited and so is he. Once we get it organized and begin to work on it, I'll probably blog about it.
I had a strange thing happen today that made me realize how much I've grown over the years. A guy asked to be added on messenger. His id looked familiar and I thought he was from the Lost in Pleasure group I gave up to Shelby and Phoebus a while back, so I added him. Today was the first time we both were on messenger and for a moment I accidentally went visible. He sent an IM and we began to chat...tentatively on my part. Many of these guys want to talk sex and I don't do that anymore.
But I was wrong...he had found me from the literotica stories I have posted. I was shocked, then remembered that one of my profiles is the name I use, so he probably did a search on the name and came up with the profile on yahoo. He asked what enflamed me and I immediately assumed he wanted to cyber...but I was wrong. He was curious about me and wondered why I wasn't posting anymore.
So began a long drawn out ambigous reply from me... he stopped me because I wasn't giving him the answer he wanted. I know why but how do I express it to a total stranger who doesn't know me... I don't need to be validated. I know who I am and now my erotic thoughts and desires aren't for the public. I don't need to write about big dicks or doing 69 in a garden to get attention. I know who I am and where my desires lead. There's more to sex than just the act and I don't think he understood that.
We chatted about other things, finding out we were both in NC and both went to college in the same area. His kids are the same age as my nephews and our jobs are both interesting. After a few mins of that type of topics, he asked which of my stories were true. To be honest, I don't remember what's published on literotica. He pulled a list up and I wasn't truthful about some of them... I told him all but 2 were fiction. And he was a bit disappointed and wanted to know where my inspiration came from, were my kinks varied and where did I keep them.
The last question cracked me up...so I wrote that I kept them in an empty cigar box in my mental closet.
What really got me was that he kept denying that he wanted to cyber or get aroused by anything I shared regarding my erotic writings--that he was a fan who was curious about me, who thought I was talented enough to publish erotic books professionally and that I was a bright women--yet towards the end of our conversation he asked if he could send me a picture of his private part to show how much he liked my writings and how they affected his 'parts.'
In the end... it's all the same... you throw out sexual stuff and that's all that people like him want... even if they claim they want to know the person behind the erotica... it's all bullshit... they want the erotica behind the person.
Thursday, April 03, 2008
massages, dissection and certified email
I am a massage giver. According to Al, the best around. Since his days of high school and collage sports (wrestling, baseball and football), he's been pro-massage. He once confided that one of the reasons, he kept pursuing me during our break-up was because I gave the best massages he's ever had. And now I give him at least 3 massages a weekend, working out kinks in his neck, his shoulders, his hands and his feet. When I'm done, he's putty in my hands...but I don't take advantage of it...I know what you're thinking: "What's up with that??"
Now, I'm not talking about mamby pansy soft tickling rubs, I'm talking about deep muscular massaging--the kind that pops our kinks, knots and nitrates--anything that's hampering the muscles. My fingers are very strong and I know much about anatomy--about how the muscular and skeletal systems work.
How do I know? Well, when I first transferred to ECU my major was nursing. I took two anatomy classes and one dissection lab.
Yes... we dissected dead cats. So if you're a Peta Head... don't read any further, please.
I enjoyed the lab the best. As a curious semi-scientific person, I enjoyed the first hand experience of dissection. And still have my dissection kit! We also had access to a cadaver--an old black man whom we had to point out muscles, bones, organs, etc on professor-to-student exams. No, we didn't dissect him...I think the medical doctor students had to do that--because he was dissected on one side of his body and whole on the other before we ever arrived.
Med students like to play gags with him...like putting a lit cigerette in his non-dissected hand and sending the gurney down the hall. My lab class never did that...in fact, my lab partner Kim and I were afraid of him when we stayed after hours to study the muscles of our cat. We would lock the door to the cadaver room and at the first strange sound, bolt like children out of the room, running all the way to our dorm.
And in daylight, laugh at ourselves for being fraidy cats. I got out of the nursing field because I knew my tender heart couldn't take viewing death.
But I did learn a lot about the working of the body...
but this I don't understand:
How can someone send me a certified email?
A piece of spam informed me that their email was certified and I should read it...
but..but...who certified it?
Not I!
Now, I'm not talking about mamby pansy soft tickling rubs, I'm talking about deep muscular massaging--the kind that pops our kinks, knots and nitrates--anything that's hampering the muscles. My fingers are very strong and I know much about anatomy--about how the muscular and skeletal systems work.
How do I know? Well, when I first transferred to ECU my major was nursing. I took two anatomy classes and one dissection lab.
Yes... we dissected dead cats. So if you're a Peta Head... don't read any further, please.
I enjoyed the lab the best. As a curious semi-scientific person, I enjoyed the first hand experience of dissection. And still have my dissection kit! We also had access to a cadaver--an old black man whom we had to point out muscles, bones, organs, etc on professor-to-student exams. No, we didn't dissect him...I think the medical doctor students had to do that--because he was dissected on one side of his body and whole on the other before we ever arrived.
Med students like to play gags with him...like putting a lit cigerette in his non-dissected hand and sending the gurney down the hall. My lab class never did that...in fact, my lab partner Kim and I were afraid of him when we stayed after hours to study the muscles of our cat. We would lock the door to the cadaver room and at the first strange sound, bolt like children out of the room, running all the way to our dorm.
And in daylight, laugh at ourselves for being fraidy cats. I got out of the nursing field because I knew my tender heart couldn't take viewing death.
But I did learn a lot about the working of the body...
but this I don't understand:
How can someone send me a certified email?
A piece of spam informed me that their email was certified and I should read it...
but..but...who certified it?
Not I!
Sips of Sherrie
coming soon to a PC near you...
my new website is called Sips of Sherrie.
It will feature my art, my writings/poetry and picture restorations.
I've got a temp homepage up and once I get the site like I want, I'll officially launch it--complete with a dancing bear, champagne and cake.
my new website is called Sips of Sherrie.
It will feature my art, my writings/poetry and picture restorations.
I've got a temp homepage up and once I get the site like I want, I'll officially launch it--complete with a dancing bear, champagne and cake.
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
ya know...
I love to take a quiz.
So far it's been a crazy week. We had lots of rain and cold weather over the weekend. The drive back home Monday morning was terrible. I usually make it back to Lumberton in 40 mins but this time it took almost an hour due to heavy rain. So I was late for work.
Naturally a customer dropped by and later called to complain that we weren't open at the usual time. Sorry but I am not going to risk death just so a person can pick up a wedding pricesheet.
Monday night was rather fun--NOT... Ben picked up a stomach virus and threw up from 1 am until sometime yesterday afternoon. After the first 3 or 4 times, it became dry heaves and if you've every had those, you know know violent it can be. Your whole body is wrecked. He had them so bad I had to support his body and hold his head while he threw up. There were a few bouts of calmness, when we thought he was clear but then he would be hit again..savagely. I even cried one time because of the toll ti took on it. He would shake after them so bad that he couldn't walk. My sister couldn't get him to his doctor until after lunch...but when she did, they took him right in and fixed him up. Gave him a shot and som suppositories. Today he is much better.
But I didn't get any sleep Monday night. Had to work yesterday until 2:30 pm, then rushed to the schoolhouse to get William. I took care of him until around 6 pm. We worked on his homework. And I made supper. When I dropped him off at his house, Ben was sleeping soundly on the couch. His little body shaking once in a while. I talked to Lisa a while ago and she said he's sore and can't understand why his neck and arms hurt...and his stomach is very sore. But he's over it and I am a happy aunt.
He's convinced I have eyes in the back of my head. But that's another blog post.
I turned in early last night...at around 10:30 and slept until 9 this morning. I'm still a little tired but another early night should fix me right up.
The weather's turned around and feels more springish. Dogwood trees, pear trees and cherry blossoms are fluttering around. I love this time of the year, except the pollen. Time to pull out my flip flops and capris... and do the I love Spring dance.
So far it's been a crazy week. We had lots of rain and cold weather over the weekend. The drive back home Monday morning was terrible. I usually make it back to Lumberton in 40 mins but this time it took almost an hour due to heavy rain. So I was late for work.
Naturally a customer dropped by and later called to complain that we weren't open at the usual time. Sorry but I am not going to risk death just so a person can pick up a wedding pricesheet.
Monday night was rather fun--NOT... Ben picked up a stomach virus and threw up from 1 am until sometime yesterday afternoon. After the first 3 or 4 times, it became dry heaves and if you've every had those, you know know violent it can be. Your whole body is wrecked. He had them so bad I had to support his body and hold his head while he threw up. There were a few bouts of calmness, when we thought he was clear but then he would be hit again..savagely. I even cried one time because of the toll ti took on it. He would shake after them so bad that he couldn't walk. My sister couldn't get him to his doctor until after lunch...but when she did, they took him right in and fixed him up. Gave him a shot and som suppositories. Today he is much better.
But I didn't get any sleep Monday night. Had to work yesterday until 2:30 pm, then rushed to the schoolhouse to get William. I took care of him until around 6 pm. We worked on his homework. And I made supper. When I dropped him off at his house, Ben was sleeping soundly on the couch. His little body shaking once in a while. I talked to Lisa a while ago and she said he's sore and can't understand why his neck and arms hurt...and his stomach is very sore. But he's over it and I am a happy aunt.
He's convinced I have eyes in the back of my head. But that's another blog post.
I turned in early last night...at around 10:30 and slept until 9 this morning. I'm still a little tired but another early night should fix me right up.
The weather's turned around and feels more springish. Dogwood trees, pear trees and cherry blossoms are fluttering around. I love this time of the year, except the pollen. Time to pull out my flip flops and capris... and do the I love Spring dance.
Ok... but I'm not apologizing
J pointed out that yahoo was deleting adult pictures not profiles... I guess my eyes took what they wanted from the notice from yahoo (see post below) and my rage took over.
But they are targeting adult profiles. And photos are just the beginning. Soon it will be any link featured in the link section that they deem adult...or have a censor on words that one might use in the personal info section...like occupation: C*cksucker... or hobbies: 69.
Mark my words...it's like the attack on the old adult yahoo clubs, now groups. Once they were listed in the directory but not anymore. It's very hard to find them.
That's what yahoo wants.
Yet...you can have adult content on the 360 sites. How long before they are targeted?
Oh yea.. I almost forgot...soon they'll be something else... I don't know what but.. something.
And I'm at the point where I really don't care anymore.
But they are targeting adult profiles. And photos are just the beginning. Soon it will be any link featured in the link section that they deem adult...or have a censor on words that one might use in the personal info section...like occupation: C*cksucker... or hobbies: 69.
Mark my words...it's like the attack on the old adult yahoo clubs, now groups. Once they were listed in the directory but not anymore. It's very hard to find them.
That's what yahoo wants.
Yet...you can have adult content on the 360 sites. How long before they are targeted?
Oh yea.. I almost forgot...soon they'll be something else... I don't know what but.. something.
And I'm at the point where I really don't care anymore.
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