(ok...maybe not Burt...)
Bud Light isn't one of them!
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.
Monday, March 31, 2008
Yahoo --the Moral Patrol
Subject: An important notice about your Yahoo! Profiles photo
We're making some changes that will affect one of your Yahoo!
profiles. After April 9, 2008, mature content will not be
permitted within Yahoo! Profiles.
In accordance with this new policy, users will no longer be able to
designate an "adult profile," and mature content will be removed.
The profile for the Yahoo! ID ___ is marked "adult."
The picture associated with this profile will be removed and
deleted on April 9, 2008.
http://profiles.yahoo.com/(insert adult profile here)
We encourage you to upload a new profile photo on that date that
complies with the Yahoo! Terms of Service and Community
Guidelines. Please take a moment to review our Terms of Service
and Community Guidelines.
http://info.yahoo.com/legal/us/yahoo/utos/utos-173.html
http://info.yahoo.com/guidelines/us/
For additional information or to learn how to get a copy of your
photo before April 9, 2008, please visit our help pages:
http://help.yahoo.com/l/us/yahoo/members/profiles/index.html
Thank you,
The Yahoo! Profiles Team
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The problem with this is that you can't change your photo. The photo I have on the mentioned profile is my lips. So not adult! I edited the profile and unchecked the 'adult' box...
so if you're labeled 'adult', I suggest you change that status or be deleted.
We're making some changes that will affect one of your Yahoo!
profiles. After April 9, 2008, mature content will not be
permitted within Yahoo! Profiles.
In accordance with this new policy, users will no longer be able to
designate an "adult profile," and mature content will be removed.
The profile for the Yahoo! ID ___ is marked "adult."
The picture associated with this profile will be removed and
deleted on April 9, 2008.
http://profiles.yahoo.com/(insert adult profile here)
We encourage you to upload a new profile photo on that date that
complies with the Yahoo! Terms of Service and Community
Guidelines. Please take a moment to review our Terms of Service
and Community Guidelines.
http://info.yahoo.com/legal/us/yahoo/utos/utos-173.html
http://info.yahoo.com/guidelines/us/
For additional information or to learn how to get a copy of your
photo before April 9, 2008, please visit our help pages:
http://help.yahoo.com/l/us/yahoo/members/profiles/index.html
Thank you,
The Yahoo! Profiles Team
~ ~ ~ ~
The problem with this is that you can't change your photo. The photo I have on the mentioned profile is my lips. So not adult! I edited the profile and unchecked the 'adult' box...
so if you're labeled 'adult', I suggest you change that status or be deleted.
Friday, March 28, 2008
80 Degrees and chilly!
We're at almost 80 F degree weather but it's chilly with wind gusts. Some of the neighborhood kids were flying a kite this morning when I left for work. I hope they don't lose it to my huge magnolia tree like Charlie Brown... maybe the tree will eat a few of the kids instead.
Guess I've been reading too much of Bentley Little of late.
Our weekend weather doesn't look so lovely and warm... high's in the mid-to-upper 50's. I hope next weekend is warmer. I'm having a yard sale next Saturday.
Tomorrow night I'm treating myself to a movie at the Omni 8 (a budget theatre--$2 before 6 and $3 after). I've finally narrowed it down to the Eye. I think that movie is worth a few bucks. Thought of seeing I am Legend but I know they've changed the story and don't feel like going..."oh man, why did they do that?" through most of the show.
Al has to work until 9:30 pm, and the Tarheels (Go Heels) are playing around that time, so I know what he'll do. He's off Sunday...don't know what we'll do. He hinted that I should wait and go to see a movie Sunday but I how what he'll pick... Meet the Spartans..and I don't think I can sit thru that without getting high or drunk first...since I don't do either...watching it at the theatre is an non-option.
Guess I've been reading too much of Bentley Little of late.
Our weekend weather doesn't look so lovely and warm... high's in the mid-to-upper 50's. I hope next weekend is warmer. I'm having a yard sale next Saturday.
Tomorrow night I'm treating myself to a movie at the Omni 8 (a budget theatre--$2 before 6 and $3 after). I've finally narrowed it down to the Eye. I think that movie is worth a few bucks. Thought of seeing I am Legend but I know they've changed the story and don't feel like going..."oh man, why did they do that?" through most of the show.
Al has to work until 9:30 pm, and the Tarheels (Go Heels) are playing around that time, so I know what he'll do. He's off Sunday...don't know what we'll do. He hinted that I should wait and go to see a movie Sunday but I how what he'll pick... Meet the Spartans..and I don't think I can sit thru that without getting high or drunk first...since I don't do either...watching it at the theatre is an non-option.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
painting ... Lady on a Fence
I did this painting a few years ago... still haven't framed it. When I was around 11 or so, my paternal Grandmother Leggett gave me a kit that had colored rocks and other things like waxed braid. It made a picture of a girl in pink with a big pink bonnet on her head, sitting on a fence. I wish I had it. For years it hung on the wall above Grandma's favorite chair. But in the last five years of her life, she took it down and put up a photo of John Wayne--her hero. I asked her where she put it but she didn't remember. After her death, I couldn't find it, so I'm assuming she accidentally threw it away or hid it so well no once could find it.
I painted this thinking of that little piece of rock art...wondering what the girl on the fence would look like today..and ... here she is.
Orbs??
Back in Jan, we had a brief bout of snow. I took some photos while it was snowing and they all came out OK, although you couldn't tell it was snow--looked like rain coming down. So hours later, after the snow stopped there was a small accumulation, not much--just enough to semi-cover the ground. I opened the sliding glass door in the breakfast nook and took some photos.
And got Orbs! I could understand them if it were snowing but it wasn't. Nor was I outside the glass door. I just leaned out a bit and snapped some shoots. What's really weird is that the last night shot I took, I didn't really get any orbs. If it were a glare on the lens that shot would have had them too..I'm puzzled over this. (click on the photos to see enlarged version)
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Below is a picture of Al's cat, Slick I took at the end of Feb. She likes to come into the kitchen when I'm in there and talk to me. She was talking to me when I snapped this picture. Then immediately fell on her side and put her paws over her eyes as if she were shy. When I tried to snap another shot, the camera wouldn't snap and made the noise it does when the battery is low...but the battery sign was full powered green. I kept trying on and off all weekend but no luck.
Now mind you, I didn't mess with the camera again until I got new batteries. The Friday before Easter, I took some photos of the tulips in my yard. It wasn't until I went inside to put the camera up that I realized I hadn't changed the batteries. Strange that it worked outside and not inside..so I tested it again on a photo of a painting I did...and the damn thing worked OK inside. And the same batteries are still in the camera. The batteries are still strong.
Over the weekend I took the Easter hunt photos without changing batteries. I wonder why I can't get the camera to work for long at Al's house. Maybe I'll try again this weekend to see what gives!
And got Orbs! I could understand them if it were snowing but it wasn't. Nor was I outside the glass door. I just leaned out a bit and snapped some shoots. What's really weird is that the last night shot I took, I didn't really get any orbs. If it were a glare on the lens that shot would have had them too..I'm puzzled over this. (click on the photos to see enlarged version)
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Below is a picture of Al's cat, Slick I took at the end of Feb. She likes to come into the kitchen when I'm in there and talk to me. She was talking to me when I snapped this picture. Then immediately fell on her side and put her paws over her eyes as if she were shy. When I tried to snap another shot, the camera wouldn't snap and made the noise it does when the battery is low...but the battery sign was full powered green. I kept trying on and off all weekend but no luck.
Now mind you, I didn't mess with the camera again until I got new batteries. The Friday before Easter, I took some photos of the tulips in my yard. It wasn't until I went inside to put the camera up that I realized I hadn't changed the batteries. Strange that it worked outside and not inside..so I tested it again on a photo of a painting I did...and the damn thing worked OK inside. And the same batteries are still in the camera. The batteries are still strong.
Over the weekend I took the Easter hunt photos without changing batteries. I wonder why I can't get the camera to work for long at Al's house. Maybe I'll try again this weekend to see what gives!
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
yahell, typing and dot coms
My main issue today is my battle with yahoo mail--it's not being Sherrie friendly. I had to run to mail2web.com to check my mail because it keeps sticking. A few weeks ago I switched to the new beta version that has the inner chat feature. It's ok. I will give it an A-, mainly because I can chat in email. It shows if I have offlines, etc, just like yahoo messenger but without the extra window. I love it.
Chatting is very humorous for me like when John pops by and we're chatting away. As he types the area above the typing slot usually says 'j s is typing' but there are occasions when it says funny stuff like:
"The Word of J S is being delivered."
"J S should really learn how to type with more than just 2 fingers."
"Stand by for a message from J S."
"Brace yourself for another ingenious dispatch from J S"
"J S is Typing! J S is Typing!"
"J S is in the Zone, Prepare for an AHA moment."
and my favorite: "A Thousand Monkeys are Jumping on J S's Keyboard."
These little nuggets are almost as funny as the messages you see on Taco Bell sauce packs.
But as always, Yahoo has to keep touching their hair and rearranging it, and on these days some other part of their site is affected, most often it's mail. I guess once they change the 360 sites into whatever feature they deem is best, that things will get better with their beta mail and I won't have to beg it to open.
On to another subject .... I've decided to get another website. I wanted to get the sherrieparnell.com domain name but it's taken... yea how dumb is that... and so is painterlady.com and fairyfyre.com... I'm sorta leaning towards sipofsherrie.com... what I want to do is put my art, my writing and also my photo restorations on it... so I'm tryng to find a name that will blend with all of the sides that I possess.
Chatting is very humorous for me like when John pops by and we're chatting away. As he types the area above the typing slot usually says 'j s is typing' but there are occasions when it says funny stuff like:
"The Word of J S is being delivered."
"J S should really learn how to type with more than just 2 fingers."
"Stand by for a message from J S."
"Brace yourself for another ingenious dispatch from J S"
"J S is Typing! J S is Typing!"
"J S is in the Zone, Prepare for an AHA moment."
and my favorite: "A Thousand Monkeys are Jumping on J S's Keyboard."
These little nuggets are almost as funny as the messages you see on Taco Bell sauce packs.
But as always, Yahoo has to keep touching their hair and rearranging it, and on these days some other part of their site is affected, most often it's mail. I guess once they change the 360 sites into whatever feature they deem is best, that things will get better with their beta mail and I won't have to beg it to open.
On to another subject .... I've decided to get another website. I wanted to get the sherrieparnell.com domain name but it's taken... yea how dumb is that... and so is painterlady.com and fairyfyre.com... I'm sorta leaning towards sipofsherrie.com... what I want to do is put my art, my writing and also my photo restorations on it... so I'm tryng to find a name that will blend with all of the sides that I possess.
Your Thinking is Concrete and Sequential |
 You are precise, orderly, and realistic. You tend to get to the point and get things done. Difficult, detailed work is easy for you. You take things step by step. Time limits aren't a problem for you either. You work well with deadlines. What does drive you crazy is any sort of task that isn't precisely laid out. You don't like anything to be ambiguous. You prefer to deal with the facts at hand. |
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Easter at my house
We had a pleasant Easter at my house. I called my sister's house at around 9 am and got her answering machine. I figured they were out for breakfast and left a crazy message on the machine. I disguised my voice and pretended to be the Easter Bunny, asking "Where are my Eeh-ehggs?" But I was wrong...Lisa and the boys were there, screening calls. We chatted a minute and made plans for an Easter Egg hunt at 2 pm or so... though it ended up being at 3, because Granny was taking a nap at 2 and we didn't want to disturb her.
I hid a bunch of plastic eggs all over the place. My Uncle Jerry came by to inspect my work and proclaimed me a genuine Easter Bunny Assistant. He stayed a while and then when back to his place. It was a nice day. I stayed outside, watching the birds fly around until my sister and the boys arrived.
The boys arrived and jumped right into finding eggs. Here they are overlooking at least 3. I hid them well. PS... here's one of my bedroom windows.
Ben found his Easter Bunny surprise.. a PC game from Cars (the disney movie). Hasn't he grown a lot this year.
And here's William pointing at something...probably an egg ...to my sister. He's almost as tall as I am...and I'm 5'4".
We had a great early dinner of Beer Butt Chicken and other things. Then banana pudding..so yummy. Ben told his Dad that I was the Easter Bunny because I hid the eggs for the hunt. Mom asked him how in the world could I be the bunny, when I'm a girl. He said that "When Aunt Sherrie touches the Eggs, she turns into the Easter Bunny, hides the eggs and then turns back into Aunt Sherrie."
Who can argue with that? He and Lisa dyed real eggs the night before but we didn't hide them, because he named each one. And wanted to eat them himself... the one he's holding is named "Baldy" because it's the only one he didn't dye. I feel sorry for my sister, especially if he ate 12 eggs last night.
Peee uuuuu...
I hid a bunch of plastic eggs all over the place. My Uncle Jerry came by to inspect my work and proclaimed me a genuine Easter Bunny Assistant. He stayed a while and then when back to his place. It was a nice day. I stayed outside, watching the birds fly around until my sister and the boys arrived.
The boys arrived and jumped right into finding eggs. Here they are overlooking at least 3. I hid them well. PS... here's one of my bedroom windows.
Ben found his Easter Bunny surprise.. a PC game from Cars (the disney movie). Hasn't he grown a lot this year.
And here's William pointing at something...probably an egg ...to my sister. He's almost as tall as I am...and I'm 5'4".
We had a great early dinner of Beer Butt Chicken and other things. Then banana pudding..so yummy. Ben told his Dad that I was the Easter Bunny because I hid the eggs for the hunt. Mom asked him how in the world could I be the bunny, when I'm a girl. He said that "When Aunt Sherrie touches the Eggs, she turns into the Easter Bunny, hides the eggs and then turns back into Aunt Sherrie."
Who can argue with that? He and Lisa dyed real eggs the night before but we didn't hide them, because he named each one. And wanted to eat them himself... the one he's holding is named "Baldy" because it's the only one he didn't dye. I feel sorry for my sister, especially if he ate 12 eggs last night.
Peee uuuuu...
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Inherit... the wind...
I got my blue eyes from my father. My mom has brown eyes. This morning we were discussing it...she and I while I was putting my make-up on. William sat playing at the computer and I was watching him, making commentary remarks etc. I had the hand-held mirror and made a comment about my eyes being so blue.
So the discussion began... after Mom left the room, I mused aloud, "Well Ben has my eyes. I guess he inherited it from me." Looking over at William, I wondered aloud again, "Hmmm... Ben has my eyes. I wonder what I gave you, William."
Never missing a click of the mouse as he battled Pirates, he said, "My Identity."
I laughed and returned to the mirror, only to look over it at him. The things he says...sometimes have deeper meanings that he isn't aware of. Did he get his identity from me... no, because he's an individual, but... I believe I've helped mold it, helped him become the young man he's becoming--smart and witty... and so loving. One day when he's ready, I'll watch him soar as he inherits the wind...takes on the world.
So the discussion began... after Mom left the room, I mused aloud, "Well Ben has my eyes. I guess he inherited it from me." Looking over at William, I wondered aloud again, "Hmmm... Ben has my eyes. I wonder what I gave you, William."
Never missing a click of the mouse as he battled Pirates, he said, "My Identity."
I laughed and returned to the mirror, only to look over it at him. The things he says...sometimes have deeper meanings that he isn't aware of. Did he get his identity from me... no, because he's an individual, but... I believe I've helped mold it, helped him become the young man he's becoming--smart and witty... and so loving. One day when he's ready, I'll watch him soar as he inherits the wind...takes on the world.
Sculpture Things
A professor at UNC-P has created a bunch of sculpture things and they're on loan for display around town. These are just two of them located at the Plaza. There's another one but I didn't take a photo of it.
I asked Wes, next door at Washington's (that's their window in the background) if he thought this thing crawled around at night. He said he didn't care if it did because he's at home. I've decided to look for signs every morning I arrive for work, because I park right beside it. So far it's been very clever at hiding them.
And this one... I saw it on the truck before they placed it and thought...wow that looks like a deep sea diver's helmet... and promptly thought of Scooby Doo Monster's Unleashed. Maybe I should call Mystery Inc.
I asked Wes, next door at Washington's (that's their window in the background) if he thought this thing crawled around at night. He said he didn't care if it did because he's at home. I've decided to look for signs every morning I arrive for work, because I park right beside it. So far it's been very clever at hiding them.
And this one... I saw it on the truck before they placed it and thought...wow that looks like a deep sea diver's helmet... and promptly thought of Scooby Doo Monster's Unleashed. Maybe I should call Mystery Inc.
Friday, March 21, 2008
Your Chocolate Easter Bunny Personality |
 You are friendly, optimistic, and kind hearted. You don't have a harsh word for anyone. You cheerfully live your life with little complaining or suffering. You are creative and artistic. You live in your own inner world. You live your life freely, without guilt or restrictions. And you would never feel bad about eating too much chocolate! |
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Happy Easter, Bunny!
I hope your Easter is full of fluffly happy things like baby chicks and bunnies...and not spoiled by rotten eggs.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Happy Birthday Granny
Today is my Granny's birthday. She's 83 I think... and doesn't know it nor that it's her special day. Mom and My Uncle Jerry are on their way to pick her up and bring her back for a visit. She'll go home Monday.
I am sad today... just so much going on around me that is so out of my control. Watching my loving Grandmother spiral down to someone who's a stranger to her ownself is so hard at times...
But I'm trying to hold on to all the memories of old and the hugs she still gives. Her I love You's mean more today than they ever did.
I am sad today... just so much going on around me that is so out of my control. Watching my loving Grandmother spiral down to someone who's a stranger to her ownself is so hard at times...
But I'm trying to hold on to all the memories of old and the hugs she still gives. Her I love You's mean more today than they ever did.
Things make more sense now...
that Ben has been diagnosed with Attention Deficit-Hyperactivity Disorder.
He was tested yesterday and scored very high. He's take low dosages of Concerta to help him focus.
I'm concerned about the medicine and also worried about his long-term outcome. I know... I know... one day at a time.
He was tested yesterday and scored very high. He's take low dosages of Concerta to help him focus.
I'm concerned about the medicine and also worried about his long-term outcome. I know... I know... one day at a time.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
To the Future...Not the Past...
When I got home yesterday early evening, William and Ben were in the den watching a television show... I think it was ICarly! Anyway, I had my shoes off and Ben who misses little said, "Aunt Sherrie, there's a hole on your toe."
The sock on my right foot had a hole at the big toe. I said, "Oh, it's just trying to escape. It wore through the sock. That's how toes escape, you know."
Ben looked down at his socks--they were holeless. I asked, "Where do you think a toe would go if it could escape off your foot?"
His eyes grew big and he said with 6-year-old enthusiasm, "NEW YORK!"
I laughed, "Is that where you would go if you could escape?"
"NO, I would go to the future so I could play with you, Mommy and Uncle John when you were little."
"The future? But we would be older not younger. You would have to go back to the past to play with us." I smiled to myself. Kids and their confusion on things!
"I CAN"T. I wasn't born then."
Talk about a loss for words! And no matter how I explained that if he could go to the future, he could go to the past---he still held to his idea of "I wasn't born then." I would love to see Bill Cosby handle this one.
The sock on my right foot had a hole at the big toe. I said, "Oh, it's just trying to escape. It wore through the sock. That's how toes escape, you know."
Ben looked down at his socks--they were holeless. I asked, "Where do you think a toe would go if it could escape off your foot?"
His eyes grew big and he said with 6-year-old enthusiasm, "NEW YORK!"
I laughed, "Is that where you would go if you could escape?"
"NO, I would go to the future so I could play with you, Mommy and Uncle John when you were little."
"The future? But we would be older not younger. You would have to go back to the past to play with us." I smiled to myself. Kids and their confusion on things!
"I CAN"T. I wasn't born then."
Talk about a loss for words! And no matter how I explained that if he could go to the future, he could go to the past---he still held to his idea of "I wasn't born then." I would love to see Bill Cosby handle this one.
Monday, March 17, 2008
UNC Tarheel's #1 Seed
I'm very proud of my Tarheel's. Not only did we win the Conference championship, we won the ACC championship and are THE #1 Seed going into the big dance.
We played Clemson for the ACC title and it was a nail-biting game. Our first contact with them went into 2 overtimes, our second went into 1 overtime and the champ game didn't... we won by 5 points and it was truly a great game. Clemson is a fierce team and I think they'll go a good ways into the dance.
Sorry J... looks like that little school in Philly is gonna play them this week...maybe they'll beat Clemson. I hope so...but...well, Clemson is really good.
Back to the 'Heels...can they win the NCAA champ... I think so.. I really do.
We played Clemson for the ACC title and it was a nail-biting game. Our first contact with them went into 2 overtimes, our second went into 1 overtime and the champ game didn't... we won by 5 points and it was truly a great game. Clemson is a fierce team and I think they'll go a good ways into the dance.
Sorry J... looks like that little school in Philly is gonna play them this week...maybe they'll beat Clemson. I hope so...but...well, Clemson is really good.
Back to the 'Heels...can they win the NCAA champ... I think so.. I really do.
Friday, March 14, 2008
Pinky the Poodle?
Woman defends right to pink poodle
BOULDER, Colo. (UPI) -- A Colorado woman says she broke no laws, or even Boulder city ordinances, when she colored her poodle pink.
Joy Douglas, owner of Zing Salon in Boulder, faces a fine of up to $1,000 a day for dying her pet, Cici. A hearing in municipal court Tuesday was postponed when Douglas said she has hired an attorney.
Douglas ran afoul of an ordinance that specifically prohibits dying "fowl or rabbits or any other animals."
"No person shall dye or color live fowl, rabbits or any other animals or have in possession, display, sell or give away such dyed or colored animals," the ordinance reads.
Douglas said Cici gets only natural coloring -- beet juice and occasionally pink Kool-Aid.
"Cici will be pink until they kick us out of the city of Boulder," Douglas told reporters.
She said one reason she dyes her dog is to raise awareness about breast cancer.
Copyright 2008 by United Press International
Now come on... I have a problem with the 'one reason she dyes her dog' pink... there are better methods of supporting Breast Cancer awareness than to dye your poodle pink. Let's grasp for straws, lady...grasp for straws.
BOULDER, Colo. (UPI) -- A Colorado woman says she broke no laws, or even Boulder city ordinances, when she colored her poodle pink.
Joy Douglas, owner of Zing Salon in Boulder, faces a fine of up to $1,000 a day for dying her pet, Cici. A hearing in municipal court Tuesday was postponed when Douglas said she has hired an attorney.
Douglas ran afoul of an ordinance that specifically prohibits dying "fowl or rabbits or any other animals."
"No person shall dye or color live fowl, rabbits or any other animals or have in possession, display, sell or give away such dyed or colored animals," the ordinance reads.
Douglas said Cici gets only natural coloring -- beet juice and occasionally pink Kool-Aid.
"Cici will be pink until they kick us out of the city of Boulder," Douglas told reporters.
She said one reason she dyes her dog is to raise awareness about breast cancer.
Copyright 2008 by United Press International
Now come on... I have a problem with the 'one reason she dyes her dog' pink... there are better methods of supporting Breast Cancer awareness than to dye your poodle pink. Let's grasp for straws, lady...grasp for straws.
Creepy Gnome?
Saw this on yahoo's front page...
Creepy gnome...maybe...but I swear he looks like a 'little person' a friend of mine in college dated... all her friends (including me) kept slapping him... because he kept telling us how great our hair smelled.
(yeah a bad joke... don't get upset)
But seriously it is creepy...
Creepy gnome...maybe...but I swear he looks like a 'little person' a friend of mine in college dated... all her friends (including me) kept slapping him... because he kept telling us how great our hair smelled.
(yeah a bad joke... don't get upset)
But seriously it is creepy...
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
But... I really wanna be a Pirate...
I had a loopy dream before I woke up this morning. I dreamt I was at "Crazy Pirate School" learning to be a pirate like Captain Feathersword of the Wiggles. He's so funny and so cool...even if he acts a bit dense.
But... they threw me out of Crazy Pirate School because I wasn't silly enough. In fact, I was advised to change my name to "Scary Sherrie Danger of the Sea."
But... they threw me out of Crazy Pirate School because I wasn't silly enough. In fact, I was advised to change my name to "Scary Sherrie Danger of the Sea."
And survey says...
William and I were working on some homework last night... he had to add more details to sentences... like "I own a dog (that barks at people)" and so on... I left him to work on it on his own..and the last sentence was "The pilgrim ate turkey ..William added "and sushi."
lol... I didn't encourage him to change it but my sister did... poor kid... sad to have a mind like that programmed...lol
He didn't understand why the answer was wrong. He asked me, "Didn't they have sticky rice?"
But he had a point in a semi-right way...the pilgrims probably did eat fish, not sushi but fish. So he changed it to "and fish."
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
"Just like the white winged dove..."
For the last week, I've heard a Stevie Nicks song on the radio every day! Does this mean I should start listening to her songs and see if there are hidden messages for me within the lyrics?
I jokingly asked a customer who is around my age that very question and she said to seek God.
Sad ... how humor can fall flat.
Heels Vs Duke
Saturday night's game was awesome. Instead of me rehashing it...here's the highlights.
It could have been like this...and some might try to say that it would take a team of ninja kittens to whip Duke.
But it was really like this, although in the second half Duke had the best defense I've seen in ages and for a while I thought they might pull it off...
But they didn't... The 'heels whopped ass.
It could have been like this...and some might try to say that it would take a team of ninja kittens to whip Duke.
But it was really like this, although in the second half Duke had the best defense I've seen in ages and for a while I thought they might pull it off...
But they didn't... The 'heels whopped ass.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Practice Makes Perfect
I thought today was St. Paddy's day ...so here I am wearing green. I didn't wear my "Kiss me, I'm Irish" button... maybe I'll only wear that next Monday...if I can find a patch of skin that is painless and prickly.
Friday, March 07, 2008
totally...
I could totally eat him up with some whipped cream and a spoon... since I can't sleep I think I'll plug some Bruce into my CD player and... let him coo me to sleep.
Blue...
Talked to my friend Sam..aka...Blue today (actually yesterday--since I drank so much coffee and can't sleep thought I would blog) for a little while. A train caught me and I decided to give him a call while I waited. The last few times, he's either been busy or I had to make it a quickie because of one thing or the other.
I am always speechless when I realize how much there is to tell and I don't have an idea where to start. That's how today was... he asked how things were and I said "Fine" in a slightly trembling voice.
And I don't know why.. things are fine but in ways they aren't...
He said, "No they aren't. I know you, my beautiful faraway friend. I know you."
Then he had a call and put me on hold. When he got back to me, he started talking about the young girl he had a fling with. He finally broke it off with her completely and told me he was relieved...that now he could be the romantic poetry guy he wants to be instead of the angry poet.
He went into detail about things that went on before they broke up and things that went on after--funny how angry break-ups take longer to dissolve.
One thing he said that has stuck in my head is how he told the young girl (actually she's around 19 or 20)... about an online 'love' of his who "alledgedly got a blue heart tattooed on her inner thigh" and he told this girl about it...she goes out and gets a blue heart tattooed on her left wrist and told her she was his "forever". He wasn't too happy about it, because of the problems they were having. But during one of their last arguments, she said some really mean stuff that totally made him blazing angry and he said, "if you feel that way about me, why don't you take a razor and slice that blue heart off your wrist."
She was appalled and said more angry evil things...and he replied with "Your love is so shallow, I bet you can wipe that tattoo off with a paper towel and some spit."
I don't know why...but I laughed...how silly it was. He laughed too and we moved on to a few other short topics before I had to go because the train was gone.
He wanted me to call him later tonight but I didn't. I've got something on my mind of late and I don't know if I want to talk to him about it. If he turns it around to him, it will totally destroy me... there are times when you need someone to listen to you too...and though he is a wonderful dear friend, he can get off target when you're talking to him.
Maybe I'll email him later today at his workplace...so he'll get it tonight. I've thought of blogging about what's bothering me..but can't find the words right now. I'm sure when the time is right, they'll flow off my finger tips...
I am always speechless when I realize how much there is to tell and I don't have an idea where to start. That's how today was... he asked how things were and I said "Fine" in a slightly trembling voice.
And I don't know why.. things are fine but in ways they aren't...
He said, "No they aren't. I know you, my beautiful faraway friend. I know you."
Then he had a call and put me on hold. When he got back to me, he started talking about the young girl he had a fling with. He finally broke it off with her completely and told me he was relieved...that now he could be the romantic poetry guy he wants to be instead of the angry poet.
He went into detail about things that went on before they broke up and things that went on after--funny how angry break-ups take longer to dissolve.
One thing he said that has stuck in my head is how he told the young girl (actually she's around 19 or 20)... about an online 'love' of his who "alledgedly got a blue heart tattooed on her inner thigh" and he told this girl about it...she goes out and gets a blue heart tattooed on her left wrist and told her she was his "forever". He wasn't too happy about it, because of the problems they were having. But during one of their last arguments, she said some really mean stuff that totally made him blazing angry and he said, "if you feel that way about me, why don't you take a razor and slice that blue heart off your wrist."
She was appalled and said more angry evil things...and he replied with "Your love is so shallow, I bet you can wipe that tattoo off with a paper towel and some spit."
I don't know why...but I laughed...how silly it was. He laughed too and we moved on to a few other short topics before I had to go because the train was gone.
He wanted me to call him later tonight but I didn't. I've got something on my mind of late and I don't know if I want to talk to him about it. If he turns it around to him, it will totally destroy me... there are times when you need someone to listen to you too...and though he is a wonderful dear friend, he can get off target when you're talking to him.
Maybe I'll email him later today at his workplace...so he'll get it tonight. I've thought of blogging about what's bothering me..but can't find the words right now. I'm sure when the time is right, they'll flow off my finger tips...
Thursday, March 06, 2008
Did you know that...
The statue by Auguste Rodin that has come to be called "The Thinker" was not meant to be a portrait of a man in thought. It is a portrait of the poet Dante.
Japanese inspired art by...
ME! All these are watercolor, btw.
Bamboo is fun to paint!
Cherries... yum!
A Ben inspired Red horse!
Bamboo is fun to paint!
Cherries... yum!
A Ben inspired Red horse!
Poodled
Tuesday evening I went over to Lisa's to help William with his math and paragraph using 10 of his spelling words. I knew it would be hard for her to help him with them because she sucked in school... haha that sounds terrible...I mean she wasn't a good student.
When I pulled into her drive, the front door was open and there was a happy face at the door. Not Ben or William but Champ the dog. When he saw me, he actually did a double take...and I could see the door shaking--he was trying to get out to get me.
I stepped into the house and he went crazy, running in circles, jumping up and doing a funny little howl. I picked him up and he promptly licked my face. Never one for dog spit, I put him down and he still went crazy, which irritates my sister. She says, "You're the only person he acts up around." He got into trouble for barking. I felt bad for him. He can't help it if he goes nuts over a gorgeous woman :))
So... I go into the kitchen where William is working on a writing assignment. About a Leprechaun named Kyle. (He had to type it last night ... )
Kyle the leprechaun
One cold day in March I was walking in the woods. Little did I know a leprechaun just popped up from the bushes. Psspt the leprechaun said! I'm not gonna hurt you. What's your name I said. My name is Kyle, Kyle the leprechaun. I've lost my pot of gold, Kyle said. I'll help you. Thank you, Kyle said. We walked for one mile to find the pot of gold. Gosh this is long, Kyle said. We're almost there to find the pot of gold. I finally thought that we past the forest. I started getting angry about it. Where is the pot of gold? What are you doing , Kyle said. I am screaming that's what I'm doing. After that we walked five more miniutes to find the pot of gold. Guess what we found the pot of gold. I was happy for this to happen! Finally after that Kyle the leprechaun had vanished into thin air. It was finally over.
While he worked on it, Lisa and I chatted over coffee while Champ either jumped up on my leg for me to pet or brought a variety of toys for me to toss. A few times he tried to crawl up my leg and into my lap but I knew if he did, my face would be a sopping wet mess. To entertain Ben, I got Champ to stand on his hind legs and dance with me.
Once the Kyle story was over, William and I worked on his math which was about ounces, pounds, pints, quarts and cups. He breezed through it. Once it was finished, William took my hand and said, "Let's talk a moment." Lisa was at the sink washing dishes. I figured after writing such a great leprechaun story he deserved a moment of rest.
We spent a little time talking about the "Spiderwick Chronicles." He wants a journal like the one in the book. (I got him one off Ebay--but am saving it for Easter). After about 5 minutes of repetitious conversation, I asked what did he want to write about. He couldn't think of anything and turned the subject back to the Spiderwick obsession. Most of his spelling words were about careers like actress, painter, investor, chemist, etc... I suddenly got an idea..I said, "Hmmm.. William... what fantastical creature would make a great chemist?"
He thought for a moment...then said, "An ogre...he would make a mysterious chemist." Then I said, "Why don't we write about The Field Guide to Fantastical creatures and their careers."
He jumped on it and we had his paragraph written in no time and it was really cute and humorous. My sister was totally blown away. When we finished, William ran off to play in his room and she said, "How do you so that? I had a meeting with his teacher yesterday and she praised the work you've done with William. At first she kept saying 'you're doing great with him at home...whatever it is you've been doing, keep doing it,' I finally told her it was his Aunt who works with him. She said she would like to meet you. I'll let you know when we're having the next conference."
I didn't say anything. I sort of felt sorry for Lisa. I imagine it took a lot to admit to his teacher that she's not the one who's helped him come along so far.
And all the while, Champ sat at my feet or on my feet or trying to get into my lap. As she finished telling me what William's teacher said, she looked at Champ and said, "Champ doesn't usually act like this with other people who drop by."
I stayed a while longer, talking to her about other stuff. Then noticed the time--I had been there 2 hours! I got my keys and stood by the door talking to Lisa about some things going on with Dad. Champ kept jumping up on my leg again. I picked him up and held him like a baby, rocking him back and forth a bit. Then put him down. He ran around the house getting toys and putting them at my feet. I finally said good-bye and tried to get out the door but Champ was blocking the path.
Lisa said, "I don't know why Champ likes you so much!"
And from the couch came a small voice, "Because she's part poodle."
Ben! Man of Theories and Power Rangers.
When I pulled into her drive, the front door was open and there was a happy face at the door. Not Ben or William but Champ the dog. When he saw me, he actually did a double take...and I could see the door shaking--he was trying to get out to get me.
I stepped into the house and he went crazy, running in circles, jumping up and doing a funny little howl. I picked him up and he promptly licked my face. Never one for dog spit, I put him down and he still went crazy, which irritates my sister. She says, "You're the only person he acts up around." He got into trouble for barking. I felt bad for him. He can't help it if he goes nuts over a gorgeous woman :))
So... I go into the kitchen where William is working on a writing assignment. About a Leprechaun named Kyle. (He had to type it last night ... )
Kyle the leprechaun
One cold day in March I was walking in the woods. Little did I know a leprechaun just popped up from the bushes. Psspt the leprechaun said! I'm not gonna hurt you. What's your name I said. My name is Kyle, Kyle the leprechaun. I've lost my pot of gold, Kyle said. I'll help you. Thank you, Kyle said. We walked for one mile to find the pot of gold. Gosh this is long, Kyle said. We're almost there to find the pot of gold. I finally thought that we past the forest. I started getting angry about it. Where is the pot of gold? What are you doing , Kyle said. I am screaming that's what I'm doing. After that we walked five more miniutes to find the pot of gold. Guess what we found the pot of gold. I was happy for this to happen! Finally after that Kyle the leprechaun had vanished into thin air. It was finally over.
While he worked on it, Lisa and I chatted over coffee while Champ either jumped up on my leg for me to pet or brought a variety of toys for me to toss. A few times he tried to crawl up my leg and into my lap but I knew if he did, my face would be a sopping wet mess. To entertain Ben, I got Champ to stand on his hind legs and dance with me.
Once the Kyle story was over, William and I worked on his math which was about ounces, pounds, pints, quarts and cups. He breezed through it. Once it was finished, William took my hand and said, "Let's talk a moment." Lisa was at the sink washing dishes. I figured after writing such a great leprechaun story he deserved a moment of rest.
We spent a little time talking about the "Spiderwick Chronicles." He wants a journal like the one in the book. (I got him one off Ebay--but am saving it for Easter). After about 5 minutes of repetitious conversation, I asked what did he want to write about. He couldn't think of anything and turned the subject back to the Spiderwick obsession. Most of his spelling words were about careers like actress, painter, investor, chemist, etc... I suddenly got an idea..I said, "Hmmm.. William... what fantastical creature would make a great chemist?"
He thought for a moment...then said, "An ogre...he would make a mysterious chemist." Then I said, "Why don't we write about The Field Guide to Fantastical creatures and their careers."
He jumped on it and we had his paragraph written in no time and it was really cute and humorous. My sister was totally blown away. When we finished, William ran off to play in his room and she said, "How do you so that? I had a meeting with his teacher yesterday and she praised the work you've done with William. At first she kept saying 'you're doing great with him at home...whatever it is you've been doing, keep doing it,' I finally told her it was his Aunt who works with him. She said she would like to meet you. I'll let you know when we're having the next conference."
I didn't say anything. I sort of felt sorry for Lisa. I imagine it took a lot to admit to his teacher that she's not the one who's helped him come along so far.
And all the while, Champ sat at my feet or on my feet or trying to get into my lap. As she finished telling me what William's teacher said, she looked at Champ and said, "Champ doesn't usually act like this with other people who drop by."
I stayed a while longer, talking to her about other stuff. Then noticed the time--I had been there 2 hours! I got my keys and stood by the door talking to Lisa about some things going on with Dad. Champ kept jumping up on my leg again. I picked him up and held him like a baby, rocking him back and forth a bit. Then put him down. He ran around the house getting toys and putting them at my feet. I finally said good-bye and tried to get out the door but Champ was blocking the path.
Lisa said, "I don't know why Champ likes you so much!"
And from the couch came a small voice, "Because she's part poodle."
Ben! Man of Theories and Power Rangers.
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Your What misses my WHAT?
After work yesterday, I ran a few errands. One of them was at the Office Depot. My goal was to get ink and get it fast, but I was held up by a woman who couldn't make up her mind about which flash drive to get—the 514 MB or the 2 G. The cashier and another guy were both competing with whom could explain the differences in layman terms the best.
After a few moments passed, a young couple got in line behind me. Their deep passionate kissing was hard to ignore. I smiled a bit because I've had uncontrollable displays of affection in the past but not as down and dirty as this kiss was getting. When they broke apart the guy said in a very deep boom, “I love how you taste in my mouth.”
This comment broke the contest up and all three of the flash drive squadron turned to stare at them. I didn't. But I could feel the girl's embarrassment. In a tight voice, she said, “I wish you wouldn't say stuff like that in public. You know I hate it.”
I waited for his apology and I think the others did too but instead he gave a satisfied laugh. He knew that this got under her skin and he liked it. With a whisper I said to myself, “Please don't let him get away with this...say ...say ...something.”
But she didn't. She stood in an uncomfortable silence that amplified with each breath. I was reminded of something or rather two things that happened years ago. The first was during my college reign. I was briefly dating a cute fun guy who never tried to go beyond first base. My roommate would leave us alone when he visited, winking as she left as if to say “Get laid.” But the only laying that was done was unopened text books on the bed.
After about two weeks, I decided to end the 'friendship'. So the next time he visited, we hung out in my dorm room but this time when we made out he had Roman hands. But he was a little too late. I had lost interest in finding out how endowed he was and if he could use it. When the time came to leave, I tried to think of how to break it to him that this was our last tango of tongues. We got on the elevator with two other girls. They stood in the corner by the button panel. We were in the opposite corner. Total silence accompanied us until he said in a loud voice, “Babe, the next time I visit you I'm gonna eat you really good.”
The girls gasped then giggled. I turned red and stared at him. But he wasn't looking at me, he was watching the reaction of the girls with a happy face. His goal with that statement wasn't to turn me on or to get me excited about a possible oral sex feast, it was to shock the girls in the elevator. And I wasn't going to have that...no way would I face them every day and wonder if they were thinking of me and him, wondering if he ever ate me.
So I said, “Come on Tim, we both know that if you had the choice to eat me or tacos, the tacos would win—hands down.” His shocked expression was priceless. The girls laughter was too. He departed from the elevator in two shades of red.
Every time I saw those girls (they seemed to be everywhere together), one or the other would say “Tacos or you?” and they would both laugh really hard at the joke. I was proud of myself for taking control of the situation and I bet he's never done that again.
The next time such an incident happened was in late 2000. I was on one of the blind dates from hell that those of us who are brave enough to face the blind date demon encounter. He was a nice guy but a bit boring. We had little in common and I was glad to get out of there after the meal was finished. I had parked my car in front of the entrance. On a bench by it, sat a couple of teenage boys smoking. They were either waiting for seating or waiting for dates. My date and I stood outside my car. I had opened the door and it was between us. I kept saying, “Well, that was nice” and looking at my watch as a covert means of saying I had to go.
He said in a booming voice (why do embarrassing moments like these have to be amplified?), “My penis will miss you.”
His... his what?
The teens laughed so hard they almost fell off the bench. I saw my date give them a sideways glance without turning his head. He didn't mean that statement as a compliment or a come on. He meant it to get some laughs from those kids. I felt a flash of anger but controlled it—barely. Instead I said, “Really? Wow! What a predicament your penis is in! Missing something it never had. Wow!”
This sent the boys into another spasm of laughter. My date's forehead became another shade of embarrassment. He turned away without another word and I never heard from him again.
Experiences like these aren't created for the pleasure of the recipient of the statement. They are made to exploit embarrassment and discomfort. If you let someone create this atmosphere around you, then you let them gain control of your discomfort. The only way to stop this is to take control and turn the tables.
I wanted to tell that girl at the Office Depot this, but I don't think she would have listened. Not everyone is able to turn the tables around in their favor. Which is really a pity.
After a few moments passed, a young couple got in line behind me. Their deep passionate kissing was hard to ignore. I smiled a bit because I've had uncontrollable displays of affection in the past but not as down and dirty as this kiss was getting. When they broke apart the guy said in a very deep boom, “I love how you taste in my mouth.”
This comment broke the contest up and all three of the flash drive squadron turned to stare at them. I didn't. But I could feel the girl's embarrassment. In a tight voice, she said, “I wish you wouldn't say stuff like that in public. You know I hate it.”
I waited for his apology and I think the others did too but instead he gave a satisfied laugh. He knew that this got under her skin and he liked it. With a whisper I said to myself, “Please don't let him get away with this...say ...say ...something.”
But she didn't. She stood in an uncomfortable silence that amplified with each breath. I was reminded of something or rather two things that happened years ago. The first was during my college reign. I was briefly dating a cute fun guy who never tried to go beyond first base. My roommate would leave us alone when he visited, winking as she left as if to say “Get laid.” But the only laying that was done was unopened text books on the bed.
After about two weeks, I decided to end the 'friendship'. So the next time he visited, we hung out in my dorm room but this time when we made out he had Roman hands. But he was a little too late. I had lost interest in finding out how endowed he was and if he could use it. When the time came to leave, I tried to think of how to break it to him that this was our last tango of tongues. We got on the elevator with two other girls. They stood in the corner by the button panel. We were in the opposite corner. Total silence accompanied us until he said in a loud voice, “Babe, the next time I visit you I'm gonna eat you really good.”
The girls gasped then giggled. I turned red and stared at him. But he wasn't looking at me, he was watching the reaction of the girls with a happy face. His goal with that statement wasn't to turn me on or to get me excited about a possible oral sex feast, it was to shock the girls in the elevator. And I wasn't going to have that...no way would I face them every day and wonder if they were thinking of me and him, wondering if he ever ate me.
So I said, “Come on Tim, we both know that if you had the choice to eat me or tacos, the tacos would win—hands down.” His shocked expression was priceless. The girls laughter was too. He departed from the elevator in two shades of red.
Every time I saw those girls (they seemed to be everywhere together), one or the other would say “Tacos or you?” and they would both laugh really hard at the joke. I was proud of myself for taking control of the situation and I bet he's never done that again.
The next time such an incident happened was in late 2000. I was on one of the blind dates from hell that those of us who are brave enough to face the blind date demon encounter. He was a nice guy but a bit boring. We had little in common and I was glad to get out of there after the meal was finished. I had parked my car in front of the entrance. On a bench by it, sat a couple of teenage boys smoking. They were either waiting for seating or waiting for dates. My date and I stood outside my car. I had opened the door and it was between us. I kept saying, “Well, that was nice” and looking at my watch as a covert means of saying I had to go.
He said in a booming voice (why do embarrassing moments like these have to be amplified?), “My penis will miss you.”
His... his what?
The teens laughed so hard they almost fell off the bench. I saw my date give them a sideways glance without turning his head. He didn't mean that statement as a compliment or a come on. He meant it to get some laughs from those kids. I felt a flash of anger but controlled it—barely. Instead I said, “Really? Wow! What a predicament your penis is in! Missing something it never had. Wow!”
This sent the boys into another spasm of laughter. My date's forehead became another shade of embarrassment. He turned away without another word and I never heard from him again.
Experiences like these aren't created for the pleasure of the recipient of the statement. They are made to exploit embarrassment and discomfort. If you let someone create this atmosphere around you, then you let them gain control of your discomfort. The only way to stop this is to take control and turn the tables.
I wanted to tell that girl at the Office Depot this, but I don't think she would have listened. Not everyone is able to turn the tables around in their favor. Which is really a pity.
Oh yea... Homemade wine..
I posted the last post before finishing it. Oh well...
I left out the homemade wine part. Sunday night Al called me to say he was headed home. He kept saying stuff like "you're hotter than a hot pocket" and "I dun got my woe man some wine." "You a wino chick, baby?" He would say it in a funny redneck or drunk voice.
I figured he was joking...but he wasn't. He had some homemade wine in a mason jar. A guy he works with makes wine for fun and sent some to me. It was actually very tasty and very potent. A sweet high... I had two glasses and figured I had better eat dinner or else I was going to rip Al's clothes off...
I left out the homemade wine part. Sunday night Al called me to say he was headed home. He kept saying stuff like "you're hotter than a hot pocket" and "I dun got my woe man some wine." "You a wino chick, baby?" He would say it in a funny redneck or drunk voice.
I figured he was joking...but he wasn't. He had some homemade wine in a mason jar. A guy he works with makes wine for fun and sent some to me. It was actually very tasty and very potent. A sweet high... I had two glasses and figured I had better eat dinner or else I was going to rip Al's clothes off...
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