You Are Funky Panties

You're stylish, trendy, but not over the top. You know how to look good - without looking like you're trying too hard. Men think that you're cute, friendly, and approachable. And you've got a spunky, feisty side that comes out after a while!

What Kind of Panties Are You?

Easter ...and other things

This week has been sort of hectic. The bright spot of the week was Wednesday...when I chatted with J for a while. Always a smile from that man. :)

Today I've been working on some really hard restorations. I've finished up the easy stuff, so I have no choice but to work on the hard ones. It's quiet today at work. Though there is a Prom tonight at one of the county high schools. We've got a few appointments for later. The courthouse is closed and so are most of the lawyer offices. I went out a bit ago and counted a total of 6 cars down the street. Guess everyone is at Walmart-vegas buying up Easter stuff.

I'm hoping I'll get home before 8 tonight. I'm burned out today. The hard restorations tend to be the culprit.

The boys will at my house in the morning. I promised Lisa I would watch them while she went to town to get some things. They want to make a hip hop video. So I guess I'll have to get the web cam up and see if I can get sound. It should be a hoot. If we do it, I may put it on You Tube. If I do, I'll link it here.

Since Doug and I made up and are now email friends, he's been emailing me once or twice a week with updates on Emily. He promised to bring her by soon. I really would love to see that child. She still has a place in my heart. It was sort of awkward at first...writing to him, but we're back to the way we were before--discussing Survivor, movies and some current events. I thought Al would be worried about our friendship becoming more but he hasn't shown any jealousy so far. Maybe because its only online and Al's not worried about it. Or maybe because I reassure him that he's the main object of my heart's attention and that I have no desire to go beyond friendship with Doug.

Sometimes I think back to the days when I spent so much time online, investing heart and soul into an 'online relationship' and I realize now, that though I did and still do love a few of these old 'loves' that nothing can take the place of a real flesh and blood relationship that is built on trust, love and passion. I don't lose sleep over drama online anymore. Instead I dream of the kisses I have before I sleep and the promise of more when I wake. That's the difference between online love and real life love--the touch of flesh as well as the touching of souls.

Hoppy Easter, Bunnies

Tattoo?

You Should Get a Tattoo of Initials

Modern and expressive You're proud of who you are (or who you love)!

What Tattoo Should You Get?

I'm surprised the result wasn't a flower or butterfly, because when I doodle I doodle flowers and butterflies and sometimes widdle bunnies.

Tuesday ..Already???

Can't say I'm surprised Florida won ... I watched for a while and ended up going to bed before it was over. Still feeling a bit seedy. But alot of the congestion is gone and so is the pressure in my sinuses. Another day or so and I should be back to being me.

Had an ok weekend. Since I didn't feel all that great, Al and I stayed in. We cooked some catfish nuggets and I made some homemade baked beans and cole slaw. We watched the games and went to bed fairly early.

I slept in Sunday while Al got up at 6:30 am for some crazy reason. I'm glad in a way...he tends to toss and turn when he's restless. He's one of those people who can't do it quietly. He has to make the bed shake. Bed-shaking is good but not when you're trying to sleep.

I cooked a late breakfast and we decided to do a bit of house cleaning...or rather I ended up doing it. He went outside to trim the hedges and ended up edging his drive. Which took longer than my sweeping and mopping did! So I sat on the couch, ate some grapes and drank a Hornsby ale...and watched a SNL show on some obscure channel. It featured Will F skits. Some were really funny.

Cooked a beer-butt chicken. Made my secret lentil bean soup and some roasted potatoes. Al devoured it. He kept talking with his mouth full...but it was acceptable...because he kept saying 'Yummm... you've out done yourself this time, SherBears.'

We watched a little TV and then went to bed. I know this sounds boring but there were some X-rated moments that I'll keep secret.

Talked to Lisa for a while Sunday about Easter. I guess we'll go to Mom's John's farm. She said that William and Ben are going to have a special Easter Egg hunt just for me. I laughed. They're going to hide the eggs and I have to find them. Hmmmm...how hard should that be???

Mom's John bought a colt this weekend. His name is Chipper. He's 11 months old. The person who had him didn't talk great care of him. When we would go to Mom's John's house, we drove by the man's farm. The colt would be in a pen by itself, standing under an oak tree. But he's got a good home now. John takes care of his animals. The colt's name is Chipper because his mom's name was Chocolate. Ben's very excited. So am I. We had ponies and horses on the farm when I was growing up. It's been a long time since I've been around a horse and I've missed it. John had an old horse, Miss Dot but she died when Ben was about 2. She would let you pet her but she wasn't riding material. John has some work cut out for him, regarding Chipper but I know he'll do it right.

I'm sure there will be pictures here soon...

Last night Ben and I played 'Go Fish.' He won both games. Then William joined us and I was the one who lost. So my 'punishment' (I guess this is the latest way to play the game---if you lose you're punished)--is that I have to "live with the fishes."
I don't mind so much...as long as I'm not mistaken for sushi.

Your Psyche is Yellow

You have a ton of energy - both physical and mental endurance. You are rational and logical, and you can help almost anyone think clearly. Optimistic and bright, you also have a secret side that's a little darker. When you are too yellow: You will do anything to get your way, and no one will be the wiser When you don't have enough yellow: you lack confidence, drive, and humor

What Color Is Your Psyche?

(This one surprised me.. I thought it would be blue or pink. And to think I don't look that great in yellow!!!)

You Are 7: The Enthusiast

You are outgoing and playful - always seeing the happy side to life. You're enthusiastic and excitable. You love anything new. Multi-talented, you do many things well... and find success easy. You prefer to keep things light with others. Opening up is hard for you.

What Number Are You?

Guys Like That You're Fun

You're the type of girl guys brag about knowing That's because you're cool, funny, and laid back You're smart enough to know how to be one of the guys But flirty enough to know how to make them all want you

What Do Guys Like About You?

You are Bettie Page

Girl next door with a wild streak You're a famous beauty - with unique look And the people like you are cultish about it

What Famous Pinup Are You?

The Misery of the Sinuses

Yes... I have my springly sinus infection. Went by the doctor's office this morning and the waiting room was full of people with allergy/sinus related problems. It occurred to me that maybe it would be fun to have a Sinus Idol contest, to see who had the worse case.

I'm on meds. And was told to take a few days off. I think I'll take tomorrow off. But not today. I have too many things to finish up.


We had a lot of rain yesterday and it washed away some of the pollen. But the dogwoods, wisteria, azealas and other flowers are beginning to bloom. It's not over yet.

SO I'll drink my green tea and have a sip of sympathy.

Dressed to Stress

That sounds like a romance novel title... well, maybe not.

Today and yesterday have been very hectic at work. I've got a bunch of orders to finish by Sat... Made good headway today. Let's hope tomorrow is just as good.

I'm grounded. William caught me playing with a toy of his and said I couldn't get on the computer, play music or read for fun for a whole year.

So don't tell on me...ok?

My brother is treating me to dinner at a cool restaurant that has buffet and also menu items. He'll get a T-bone steak--well done, fries and yeast rolls. I'll get the buffet, but will only have salad and veggies. I'm hoping it's not some sort of 'meat' night. Last time we went they were having BBQ...everything, chicken, pork chops, beef ribs...you name it...they lathered it in BBQ sauce. Which means there weren't as many veggie items to choose from.

Survivor comes on tonight..I think it's jumped the shark and will probably channel surf through most of it. But on the bright side, a new CSI episode follows.

Now that Rome (HBO) is finished, I don't have much to look forward too...on TV that is. There are the final NCAA games this weekend..so TV isn't lost for now.

Rome was one of the better HBO series. I may write about it soon. Depends on how ambitious I am...

and today..blog wise...it ain't happen'.

Text Messaging

My cell phone can text message. Course it has to use my fingers and my brain to compose the messages but it can do it.

William and Ben asked if I would play a game with them yesterday afternoon. They had their toy cell phones and asked me to get mine. So I did. (Kept it off though) and we played "Text Messaging and Cell Phone talking." William's phone number consists of at least 30 digits, so I put him on pretend speed dial.

Mom came in and thought we were nuts, but I think it was good practice for them. I made them say courteous pleasant things when they texted me or called me.

On their toy shelf sat Power Ranger, Batman and Spiderman Action figures...and yet, we played "technology games." Times really have changed...

Kathleen Restored

This is Kathleen. A customer who is probably in her mid-to-late 60's. She's a trip. Always have fun when she drops by. I restored this picture of her to color yesterday. She wanted the button and the pin removed. She said her lipstick was called "Cherries in the mist." I tried to picture what cherries looked like in the mist and realized that in that time era, it meant pink.

She just left and is happy. I got the lipstick right!

It Ain't Easy Bein' Sneezy!

I have one word for today:

Pollen.

Say it over and over...

Everything is a yukky color of yellow. When I woke up Sunday morning, I knew it was springtime. My head was so stuffy. My eyes burning and puffy. My nose sneezy. And of course there is no rain in sight to wash it away.

The UNC Tarheels mascot died today. He was involved in a traffic accident. An SUV hit him while he was walking. So not only do the Tarheels have to contend with losing Sunday's game. They suffer this loss too.

Speaking of the game, I have to say I knew UNC was gonna lose, but I didn't tell Al. After the game, he sat in stunned silence. Shocked and then angry about the Tarheels losing--their own faulk. Georgetown outplayed them. But I didn't say much. Only that I was sorry they lost. He went outside and tried to trim his hedge in the dark. When he came back in, I heard him mumbling a few times about UNC losing. So I went into the kitchen and cooked him a cake. I think that eased some of his pain.

The weekend wasn't too bad, inspite of UNC losing and me slowly being murdered by pollen.

I've...

Whiled away the hours..consulting with the flowers...

and it's time to hit F-ville... I see the Heels squeaked through last night.
That means I'll get laid!

Go HEELS!

A Disturbing Article

Published on Saturday, March 24, 2007

I hope that these dogs are eventually found and destroyed. I'm not much on Pit bulls. When I was a girl, a neighbor raised pit bulls for dog fights. Our dog, Prince a poodle and spaniel mix was almost killed by one of them. My sister at the age of 11 fought the dog. It didn't release Prince until a friend of the family came running up with a 2x4 and hit the pit bull in the head. Prince survived ...barely.

Go ahead Peta Heads... try to explain this away.

Pit bulls tear up schnauzer


By Laura Arenschield
Staff writer

Bobo, a miniature schnauzer, died a violent death Wednesday, ripped apart by two pit bulls nearly four times his size.

But the attack on the little dog is not the worst that could have happened. About 40 children were asleep in a day-care center next to Bobo’s house. Now parents, day-care providers and Bobo’s owners can’t stop thinking: What if the toddlers would have been in their yard? What if the dogs would have gone after the children?

“My children play out there every day,” said Tia Nobles, whose twin 3-year-olds go to the Simon Temple Day Care Center on Adobe Court. “I’m terrified right now.”

Grace Woolard, Bobo’s owner, said she heard her fence shaking and rattling around lunchtime Wednesday. She walked onto her deck and saw the two pit bulls — one dark brown, one a rusty red — with their jaws locked on Bobo’s neck.

Woolard said she started screaming for her husband. She grabbed a lawn chair and threw it at the dogs. She pulled the top off her grill and threw that, too. She grabbed a stick. Nothing made them stop.

“They were grabbing him like a piece of meat they were fighting over,” she said. “I just can’t get that out of my mind.”

The pit bulls dragged the schnauzer around the side of the Woolards’ house. Woolard’s husband, Herman, was looking for his shotgun. He looked out the back window in time to see a man pulling the dogs over the fence and into a small green car. Then the car took off.

LaToya McGirt, who has worked at the day-care center for four years, said she heard Bobo whimpering around noon. The toddlers McGirt watches were napping, and she was in the kitchen getting something to drink. Then she heard Grace Woolard scream.

McGirt said she looked out the kitchen window and saw the pit bulls attacking the schnauzer.

McGirt called 911. Then she ran outside.

“I didn’t hear the dog whimpering anymore,” McGirt said. “And so I knew that he was unconscious or dead.”

By the time police and an animal control officer got to the Woolards’ house, the car with the pit bulls had driven away.

Sue Nicholson, director of Cumberland County Animal Control, said an officer is investigating the attack, but said there are few details. No one could provide a clear description of the man or his car. No one is sure where the man came from or where he went. Still, she said, the office will continue to investigate the attack.

The Woolards buried Bobo in their backyard with his toys. The children at the day-care center have been asking all week why Bobo can’t come out and play.

It breaks Grace Woolard’s heart when they ask, and it scares all the adults to think of what could have happened.

“If it would have been an hour earlier, my kids would have been outside,” McGirt said. “That could have been one of my children, or myself, trying to protect them.”

You Aren't Cutthroat

You definitely have ambitions and drive, but you also have integrity. You'll get where you want to in life, and you'll do it the right way. For you, the ends never justify the means.

Are You Cutthroat?

My week!

I didn't get a chance to blog all week due to work and other thingies.
Al and I spent the weekend watching the NCAA turney. It was fun. Mainly because Al gets so animated. I laughed a lot.

Monday and Tuesday were very very hectic. I had some heavy deadlines to meet and managed to do so. Tues night there was a fire at the old Blackmon Furniture building. It was gutted and much of downtown was without phone service Wednesday. You would think I would have gotten a lot of work done but I didn't. The smell of cinder kept seeping into the building and gave me a headache.

Thurs and Friday were spent on photo orders. I did manage to get online and read J's blog, go to my space and write to some of my friends. (Hang in there, Jo)

Going to Al's later and staying until Monday morning. Then it's back to the grinding stone.

What a boring blog this is!

Granny at her Birthday party

Granny enjoyed her party. Just my family went... I think if too many people had of been there it would have overwhelmed her. She was in good spirits. The boys played nicely and didn't get too loud. After our beach trip, Granny and I went into her room and looked at old family photos. She remembered a lot of them. After we finished, we had cake and ice cream. She blew out her candles without help. William ran off when he saw that she didn't have any toys but Ben stuck around to watch her open her gifts. She didn't show much interest in them until she opened the present I gave her--a box of candy. She said, "OOOOoooh Candy!" Ben came over and said, "Candy's always good, Granny." Which made her laugh and I caught it on camera.

Yes...it was a good day!

Trip to Granny's

We had a nice time at Granny's. It was windy and chilly but Lisa and I took the boys over to Holden Beach and let them run around and toss shells at the sea gulls. Here are a few photos:





One's of Lisa, another's of the boys under the pier and of course one's of the ocean.