Poetry Book Update

Woo hoo

Got my author copies of my A Sip of Sherrie poetry book today!
LooooooOOoooking GoooooOOOOOOOOOooD!

I'm so happy with the book. It's listed on Barnes and Noble and also on Amazon's website for pre-ordering.

For $16.95. At Publish America it's going for $13.95.

The release date isn't until March 28.

Dad told the 'Town Crier" so it will be all over town by noon tomorrow. lol

Quirk # 27

When I have the urge to shop in real life, I go online and shop on websites adding stuff to the shopping cart. But when it comes time to fill our the credit card info. I empty the cart and exit. It's like window shopping ...lol...

2 songs I heard today

I heard two songs today that made me smile.

The first was "You're 16"... the song by Johnny Burnette that Ringo Starr remade in 1974. I heard it on the way to work. The oldies station played it. I remember a guy in my geometry class singing that song to me when I turned 16 in 78. His name was Dwayne and he used to tease me and another girl who was sooo shy. I think he liked the way our cheeks blushed. He was the same guy who told me and my friend Lisa that "Friday the 13th" was a comedy. We listened to him and to our horror... pun intended ...it was a horror flick. I didn't sleep that night and was afraid that a body would fly through my window for weeks.

The second song was "Mony Mony"... sung by Billy Idol. I was driving over to the post office at 2 and it popped on the radio. Jeff Diamond played it at Rafters and the whole bar would go wild. I had a flashback of Michelob Lite and Foosball!

Last day of January 2005

What a cold month! How time is flying by!

My weekend was nice. Went to a Gala and danced until I broke the strap on my heel. What a bummer! I was getting down to the funky sound. I limped over to my date---my friend Wes to see when we were leaving. (I had driven over to his house which was better than meeting him at the dance). He told me to take my shoes off and dance some more since my dance card was still full. lol... so I did. We left late. Neither of us got lucky. lol

One thing about ole Wes---he says that he likes to take me to social functions because as a friend, I am easy to talk to, always dressed to kill, never demanding and I don't care if he talks to other women. And too, he can use me as an excuse to get out of situations that one can find themselves in at the most inappropriate time. I laugh at that one! Most men love 'those' type of situations.

But I had fun. It is always nice to dance the night away. I even danced with the downtown dickhead.

Saturday I didn't work long. It was cold and we were expecting severe weather. I had plans to go to the beach overnight with a girlfriend. She and another friend of hers were supposed to go but the friend had to cancel. So I was asked. With the weather being so flaky and the chance of sleet and ice, I called and cancelled too.

But as luck would have it, we never got bad weather. Rain and some ice but not any crippling. I ended up at the sports bar, playing some pool and hanging out at the bar talking to some old friends who I haven't seen in ages. Had a long conversation with a couple of young women about love. Both were under 25 and had just broken up with their boyfriends and were out trying to cheer each other up. They sat at the bar close to me and one of them asked, "Do you have any advice on men? Do they get better as they age? Or are we doomed to keep experiencing heartache.?"

I didn't know how to answer them. And my heart went out to them. Both are pretty girls and I know that they will have to learn their own lessons about love.

So I said, "No, they don't get better with age. The only advice I can give is to learn from your heartache and don't put so much expectations on men. Find out who you are, stay true to yourself and remember that love sometimes isn't enough. "

Probably not what they wanted to hear...but that's all I had time to say. Maybe I should give lectures ...lol

There are times when I wished I didn't put so much faith in people I care about. I guess we all do that, don't we? Pin hope and faith on a person as if they are wings. When they falter... so do you.

It's been a day of ups and downs. So I'll skip my journal posts for today.

Poem for Today

a cinquain

titled: Hunter Green

Hunter
green like his eyes
that watch me as I dance
across moonlight, a veil of mist
til dawn.

Tarot

I haven't touched my Tarot cards since Nov until last night. I did some readings, even did one for myself. I'll have to post it here later. Its rather accurate. Haven't heard from the others that I did readings for. So I don't know if I was close or off base.

Georgia O'Keeffe

She's a famous artist. Deceased now. Her art is very exotic. And she's one of my favorite all time artists of old. Recently I came across a quote from her.

"I hate flowers--I paint them because they're cheaper than models and they don't
move."
--Georiga O'Keeffe, productive painter into her nineties.

What??? Hate Flowers??? How could she have painted something so exotic, so sexual as flowers and hate them. Some people say that her some of her floral art looks like a woman's maidenhood (clit and vagina). I have to agree. There is something very sexy about her flowers. I think of women when I see them--not because they are feminine flowers but because of the suggestiveness of the art--that maybe my cunt is as exotic as a flower is beautiful.

Perky

I grew tired of my long hair this week. It was down to the back of my bra. If I let it dry naturally, it went wild. So that meant I was spending 30 mins a morning either blowdrying it straight or having to use my curlers.

So I called my beautician this morning and asked her if she could cut my hair. I just got back.
She wasn't available so I used her assistant--Rwanda or maybe its Yolanda. Anyway, she gave me a decent shoulder length cut... bouncy and easy to manage...And PERKY.

Its long enough to tickle a thigh or a stomach while I suck cock without getting in the way. lol.. I'm sooooooo bad, aren't I?

after she cut off the length, she asked if I wanted a lock of my hair to give to my "Lover." I thought she was kidding and laughed. Her phrasing was humorous...like she was being politically correct with using lover instead of saying boyfriend or girlfriend...hey, ya gotta cover all the bases now a days. After a few seconds of laughing, I realized no one but me was doing it... in the mirror, I caught the serious looks of the other two women waiting behind me...and my laughing face...what a contrast!

But it was so absurd and sounded so 18-19th century. Had I stepped into a Jane Austen novel?

I declined politely. And felt so bad about laughing that I let her talk me into a color rinse to get rid of my few gray hairs and to get rid of the areas that the sun had lightened. I had a funky red area that for some reason returns every few months.

Now I'm an Auburn Wildflower (dark red-brown). And my new motto is:

Don't hate me because I'm beautiful...hate me because I'm Perky.

Winter steals something from summer. Warmth, most would say. I continue to struggle with the concept that it's only warmth. The thievery goes deeper I think, taking the soul of you and replacing it with ice, as the temperature plunges. The urge to hibernate is so strong that I fight to stay outside the comfort of blankets and darkness. Winter is a fallen angel, stalking sunshine and maiming the sun's rays.

During the winter season, I feel the need to be anonymous as petal pink lipstick on floral porcelain china. How do I hide myself away from the demands of humanity upon the simplicity of winter's stolen moments? Inside the words of a novel. I wrap myself with them, fortified with adjectives and commas. My brain becomes a sponge that absorbs images and ideas that others write down.

Winter gives me an excuse to have a love affair with books.

~ ~ ~ ~
I think I have the start of a story here. I see a woman reading a novel and as she looks up from it, she realizes her life should be as vivid as the words from the novel, she's fallen in love with.

Quirk # 19

We all have little quirks. It’s what makes us special-unique-our own person. Quirks endear people to me. I always admire a person who admits they have them and thus, wear them proudly. I have been told I have plenty. I confess I do.

My Quirk # 19 is using the fortunes out of Fortune cookies as bookmarks. I’ve been doing it for 20 years now. My bedside table is a catchall for stuff that’s in my pockets. I’m sure that’s how it started…I looked for something on my bedside table to tag my spot in a novel and there was a fortune.

They are perfect to use. Not to bulky and very discreet. I don’t like to dog-ear my books. It makes it confusing when I go back to re-read them later.

What’s funny about this habit is that I won’t use another person’s fortune. It has to be mine!

One More Minute

I hate having to tell the boys to stop doing whatever they’re doing when its time to go to bed. Most of the time it’s usually all three of us playing a game or watching a movie with all three of us huddled up together. It almost kills them to call an end to their day. Both boys beg to stay up for “one more minute.” But I have to be stern and off to bed they go. One day, when they’re older, I’ll tell them about our nighttime battles and only then will I confess that I long for “one more minute”, too.

The Loves of my Life

I love my nephews. I ‘m beginning to think they are the loves of my life. When I walk into a room, they both shout a greeting and run to hug me. It doesn’t matter if I’ve seen them ten times that day—It’s always the same. Their faces light up, brighter than sunlight. I am humbled and overwhelmed with their love. In those precious moments of overwhelming love, I thank God for blessing me. And I wonder what did I do that was so right for me to deserve such unconditional love—such a heartwarming gift?

My friend Ledena called and asked if I wanted to go see male strippers this weekend.

I told her I would have to think about it. The last time I went to one of those shows, my breasts were humped so much I had to give them a pregnancy test the next morning!

Rafters

…one of the greatest rock& roll bars ever! Though it took me a while to catch on.

I mentioned Joyce in my awakening story posted Jan 17. In fact, this little tale takes place during the same time. Joyce and I were roommates in the fall 84-spring 85 year. We got along better when we weren’t rooming together. She had a tendency to be blunt which irritated me. Plus she started dating a guy around the time I began to see Gray on a semi-regular basis—usually Tue and Thurs. The guy was named Kenny and a regular redneck. I didn’t like him. I thought she could do better. (Though she eventually married him and he ended up leaving town with some bimbo and taking all their belongings except Joyce’s clothes with him).

Amy, whom I would room with the next year, lived beside us. We had become friends with her the spring before. She roomed with Iris, who I called Tater. One had to love ol’ Tater. She was very funny and she also is the one who nicknamed me P.H. Maybe I’ll tell that story one day. Tater graduated the previous spring and so Amy had a new roommate. A girl named Susie who Amy had graduated from High School with. I had heard lots of Susie Tales but had never met her until she transferred to ECU for one semester from NC State. She was a wild woman—tall blonde and loud. One time the previous spring, Amy, Joyce, Tater and I had made a road trip to State to see Susie. But we couldn’t find her and ended up else where. But that story’s for another post. I called it the Road Trip to Hell.

Pre-Susie, we had a schedule. Mon-Tues were for studying, Wed for Pappa Katz’s ladies’ night and Thurs-Sun ..the Elbo room. It was at P-Katz that Susie met Hugh-a pretty guy with shaggy brown hair and huge eyes. He was likeable. Sometimes he would come over to the dorm and hang out. He was so quiet that we would forget he was there and do girl-talk for hours. I always wondered if he secretly recorded us and sold the info to any guy who would buy it.

With Joyce all into Kenny, I found I was spending my free time with Amy and Susie…at Rafters!!!!! At first I violently opposed it. What…no ELBO room? But there is dancing there and beer and guys …and dancing. At Rafters there was only standing around, drinking beer and listening to Rock & Roll/Metal.

It was the second or third visit to Rafters. Amy had gone home for the weekend. So just Susie and I were hanging out with Hugh close to the men’s room. Rafters was packed. I was bored. I said to Susie, “Explain again to me why we’re here.”

I think Hugh was in the men’s room… or probably blending in with the wall. She leaned over and said, “Because Hugh likes to come here. And the DJ is his roommate.”

She pointed to the DJ booth, which was close to where we were standing. I followed her finger. At that instant, miraculously the sea of rockers parted and I found my blue eyes locked with a pair of deep brown ones. The DJ was fucking HOT. Dark curly hair…tall…with a hairy chest…

He motioned for us to come over to the booth. Susie had to drag me, because I was awe-struck. She introduced us, “Jeff this is Sherrie, a friend of mine…Sherrie, this is Jeff, Hugh’s roommate.”

He smiled and asked if I wanted to hear anything special. I don’t know what I requested but whatever it was met his approval. Susie and I went back to Hugh’s perch after that. I remember thinking… Hmmmm maybe Rafter’s isn’t so bad after all.

Another Weekend Bites the Dust

Is it me or is time flying?

Ended up watching a movie Saturday night--"White Noise." Went with my friend Doug. We were going to watch the Aviator but it didn't start til late and he had to work early Sunday morning. So we chose "White Noise" with Michael Keaton. Was pretty decent. It's about E.V.P (the dead sending messages via radio and television waves). I saw a few shows on the Sci Fi channel about it. At first I was skeptical about the movie as the credits rolled. I didn't recognize a single name other than Keaton's. But as the movie went along and the suspense built, my fears were removed. Poor Doug, he's such a chick. lol... he didn't like the suspense. He kept saying "This is killllllling me." On the way back to my house, we discussed 'supernatural' things. I tried not to say too much about what my real thoughts were on the subject. Not everyone is open-minded. As a person who grew up in a haunted house and who now works in a building that has many unexplained incidences, I am very open-minded and don't dismiss the subject.

He dropped me off at my house at 10. I was relieved that he went on home. I wasn't in the mood to make small talk about reality tv, hugh grant or chick movies. I put on my jammies and watched TV for a while.

Then Sunday I spent the day talking to some of my friends I haven't talked to in a while. When I found out Johnny Carson died, I was so sad. We have the same birthday --Oct. 23. He was the King of Late Night. I loved him. He kept me company many late nights as I studied for exams... some nights he was the last voice I heard before sleeping. When he retired from late night, I could never really get into the other guys like Leno. David Letterman comes close but still... he's no Johnny. So I spent a lot of the day, watching the news as they reported about Johnny and talked to his friends.

At nine, I watched Carnivale. I'm glad I stuck with it--the show has improved a lot. As it came on, I was microwaving some popcorn. It tends to leave a dark spot on the bottom of the microwave when it pops, so I've taken to putting a small plate under the bag. I didn't pay much attention to what plate I grabbed and it turned out to be one of the nephew's plastic plates with the Teletubbies on it. As the popcorn popped I stood in the doorway leading to the den where the tv was playing. The popping sounded violent but I figured it was because it was a good bag of popcorn. When it was done and I picked the plate up, it cracked. I killed the Teletubbies...now I'll have to run to the store after work and find a replacement.

I was torn about what to watch last night. Carnivale or Stephen King's new movie or the Dolphin Murders (it was on the discovery channel). I picked Carnivale and caught the second run of the Dolphin Murders at midnight. What a disturbing show! I may have to address it in a separate post.

Before I fell asleep last night, I had to try out my new vibes... heaven... orgasms are pieces of heaven I think.

Those old Elbo Days

The Elbo Room was my favorite place to hang out at during my second year at ECU. The first year was spent coming out of my frightfully shy shell. Joyce and I weren’t roommates yet. It was weird how we were one of the few returning people to our dorm floor. I think that’s why we became so tight that year. My roommate was a nursing student who didn’t believe in partying, dancing, having guys in our room or listening to loud music. Luckily Joyce’s roommate lived with her boyfriend and used the illusion of staying with Joyce as a cover so her parents wouldn’t find out.

The Elbo Room… small, tight dark place with the dance floor taking up most of it. They played dance music, except during happy hour on Fridays. Then they played rock and roll. Oh you could get a tall boy (a 16 oz can) of beer for under a buck. We would stand around and drink, sometimes talking to guys. My friend Susie, whom I will meet the next year used to dance in the little game room area all by herself. Guys would gather around while she did her redneck jig. I would crack up over her antics.

I remember one time…Joyce and I hit happy hour. Then we went to Daryl’s restaurant to get a salad and drink some of their buy-one-get-the-2nd-for-a-nickel mixed drinks...after that we stopped at Fast Fare (a quick stop convenient store) for a bottle of wine and proceeded to drink it before passing out at 9 pm. Never made it back to the Elbo Room that night.

And dance… my friends and I didn’t need guys to dance with. We would jump on the dance floor and shake our groove things…eventually guys would join in.

We were there almost every night except Monday’s and Tuesdays. How we loved the Elbo Room.

It wasn’t until the next year that we found ourselves torn between the Elbo Room and Rafters….

I’ll have to finish this later time to get home… I’m rambling on I know. How I love these old memories.

Another Saturday

As usual I babysat the nephews this morning while my sister Lisa went grocery shopping. We watched some cartoons while we had pancakes. I tried to make them look like footballs. It’s hard to sculpture pancake mix as it falls on a hot skillet. After we ate, William got some of my scrap paper I keep by the phone to write messages on. He wanted to write letters to people. We wrote one to Harry Potter, asking him how to find the Quiddith game on the Harry Potter and Chamber of Secrets computer game. Then we wrote one to Santa, asking him if he found any more Christmas presents for us. Lastly, Ben and I wrote a letter to the Snowmen, asking them to take all the cold weather back to the North Pole, because we like warm weather. William declared that I had to put a PS on the end of that one—to leave a little cold weather because he likes it cold.

My Granny spent last night with me. She is here checking on her ornery brother who’s been sick. She’s going back home this afternoon. I had to bribe Ben to give her a hug. Isn’t that something… it cost me a quarter but…at least Granny left with a smile, all happy he hugged her so hard.

I’m at work now, wrestling with my printer. I wonder if I bribed it if it would work better?

Since my weekend plans were canceled I guess I’ll go have dinner with a friend tonight. Hopefully I’ll be home before the weather gets rough. I think we are going to mainly get rain—maybe some ice. No snow…I hope. Maybe the Snowmen will get mine and Ben’s letter today and ignore William’s PS.

A Silly Pecker Song

PEEK-A-BOO

Where is dicky, where could he be?
He was here a moment ago
Where is dicky, where could he be?
I've been looking high and low

Is he there behind the doll house quiet as a mouse?
Is he crouching in the toy box crafty as a fox?
Is he underneath the rug as cozy as a bug?
Oh where can dicky be?

Chorus: Peek-a-Boo, Where are you?
Come out from your hiding place
Peek-a-Boo, I see you!
It's good to see you're smilin',
Gee it's been awhile and
It's good to see your smilin' face

Where is wienie, where could he be?
He was here a moment ago
Where is wienie, where could he be?
I've been looking high and low

Is he underneath the chair all curled up like a bear?
Is he hiding in a cave just like a bat behaves?
Is he soaring through the skies just like and eagle flies?
Oh where can wienie be?

Chorus:
Peek-a-Boo, Where are you?
Come out from your hiding placePeek-a-Boo, I see you!
It's good to see you're smilin',
Gee it's been awhile and
It's good to see your smilin' face

Where is my wee cock, where could it be?
It was here a moment ago
Where is my wee cock, where could they be?
I've been looking high and low

Did it fly out of the room upon a witch's broom?
Did it wave a magic wand then suddenly it was gone?
Is it here but can't be seen like ghosts on Halloween?
Oh where can my wee cock be?

Chorus:
Peek-a-Boo, Where are you?
Come out from your hiding place
Peek-a-Boo, I see you!
It's good to see you're smilin',
Gee it's been awhile and
It's good to see your smilin' face

Afternoon Coffee on A Cold Day

I was getting coffee this afternoon, because it's so freaking cold in this drafty building. I saw a guy that used to date a friend of mine back in 95 or 96. They dated a year until the guy she really loved got his divorce. Anyway, I was over at her apartment one day. Her name is Crystal, btw. His nickname was Hanker. I have no idea why though. Okay back to my tale...we were going shopping and while she finished getting ready I sat on the couch. She had the radio going, so I decided it best not to turn on the tv. I noticed a photo album on the coffee table. Innocently I picked it up and out fell some polaroid photos. Of them naked! Something I didn't want to see. But what killed me was how small his cock was--hard. I quickly put the pictures back and moved to a different seat.

We went shopping and all I could think of was his small cock and how surprised I was that Crystal had been with him for so long. She was very open about her sexual needs. Many knew she had a 10 inch vibrator that she called King Dong. I knew that her last few boyfriends were endowed, it was impossible to hide the fact behind tight jeans. Then one day a few months later, we were at a pool party. It was during the summer. It was a hot day and the host had ice cream. So I am sitting by the pool, chillin' and swillin' down a cold one, when Hanker walks by, licking at an ice cream cone with a loOoOOOoong tongue. It dawned on me why Crystal kept him around.

I heard he got married a few years ago. I see him downtown sometimes. And each time I see a humorous image of his naked hard little dinky cock and then a dripping panty-wetting image of the long tongue, licking up and down and around that ice cream cone.

Just now...I realized as I got back to the studio with my hot coffee that I was already warm. lol