I go crazy at least once a day!
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Monday, November 12, 2007
Monday Monday
Downtown L'ton is deserted. I think 99.9% of the stores are closed. I've had a few customers in today. They were all amazed at how dead the area is. I sort of like the quiet. I can get a lot done today.
Had an ok weekend. Feeling a lot better today. Got to Al's house at around 5:30. He was watching ACC basketball. Pissed that NC State won over UNC. I cooked up some of my delicous sage porkchops, some Asian noodles with a honey sauce and sesame seeds, steamed broccoli and... corn. Al dove on it like it was a life line. Slept in Sunday. Al had to work for a few hours, so the cat and I took a long coffee break. I slipped over to the Dollar Tree store. Found some things like Xmas gift wrap, some stocking stuffers for the nephews...and fuzzy socks. I'm addicted to them. They can line my coffin with them when I depart this sad ole world.
For lunch I cooked some Calzones. For supper I cooked a London Broil in burgandy wine with mushrooms, onions and garlic cloves and some wild rice and brussel sprouts in butter sauce. It was all so good. Al was happy.
We watched the Panthers choke at their home stadium. I swear they need a complete new team. Get rid of the whole freaking lot. I'm so disgusted with them. Al and I tried to watch the Colts game. I couldn't watch all of it...Poor Peyton Manning.... what a nightmare game for him. I hope this doesn't ruin the mood of his commericals. I have to admit I enjoy them.
Well, I'm behind on my novel. Knew it would happen. Luckily I wrote the next few chapters in my head this weekend while I cooked and goofed off with the cat. She's a great sounding board. I'll have to dedicate it to her.
Had an ok weekend. Feeling a lot better today. Got to Al's house at around 5:30. He was watching ACC basketball. Pissed that NC State won over UNC. I cooked up some of my delicous sage porkchops, some Asian noodles with a honey sauce and sesame seeds, steamed broccoli and... corn. Al dove on it like it was a life line. Slept in Sunday. Al had to work for a few hours, so the cat and I took a long coffee break. I slipped over to the Dollar Tree store. Found some things like Xmas gift wrap, some stocking stuffers for the nephews...and fuzzy socks. I'm addicted to them. They can line my coffin with them when I depart this sad ole world.
For lunch I cooked some Calzones. For supper I cooked a London Broil in burgandy wine with mushrooms, onions and garlic cloves and some wild rice and brussel sprouts in butter sauce. It was all so good. Al was happy.
We watched the Panthers choke at their home stadium. I swear they need a complete new team. Get rid of the whole freaking lot. I'm so disgusted with them. Al and I tried to watch the Colts game. I couldn't watch all of it...Poor Peyton Manning.... what a nightmare game for him. I hope this doesn't ruin the mood of his commericals. I have to admit I enjoy them.
Well, I'm behind on my novel. Knew it would happen. Luckily I wrote the next few chapters in my head this weekend while I cooked and goofed off with the cat. She's a great sounding board. I'll have to dedicate it to her.
Friday, November 09, 2007
Kleenex, Kleenex...everywhere
I have 8 semi-used Kleenex on my computer desk and nary a box in sight. Sniffles R Me and I am sick of this. My head is fuzzy. I sat at a stop sign for 5 mins, waiting for it to turn green. I'm listening with extra care to customers today for fear that I'll agree to something amoral. This cold is kicking my ass.
On a different note... I thought the CSI/Without a Trace cross-over sucked. Next week looks like a weeper with Sara leaving the show.
On a different note... I thought the CSI/Without a Trace cross-over sucked. Next week looks like a weeper with Sara leaving the show.
A Great American
Wednesday night William and I were watching some kid movie called Everyone's Hero. An animated movie about a loser kid, a talking baseball, Babe Ruth and his bat. William said, "Babe Ruth was a great White American. And Jackie Robinson was a great Black American. I hope I'm a great White American one day." lol.. white American..cracked me up. Never thought of it that way, ya know...
Society harps onsome of us as being a minority and doing great stuff that we forget that there should be no division among races. That all should be honored the same no matter what background. William is struggling to understand this. He thinks because at school they've divided the minorities from all the races that non-minorities should have a tag as well.
Sadly, there will never be recognition as Just plain Americans to everyone who lives under the American flag.
Thursday, November 08, 2007
Spooning not Forking
A few months ago I found a spoon on the counter. It was yellow and very thick and sturdy. Not like the thin flimsy kind you get when you order take-out. So it became my favorite spoon to stir my coffee with or to eat soup with. I love this spoon and call it 'Old Yeller."
Last night, William was over and we were in the kitchen discussing his medicine. (He's got Streph throat and is taking pills and not liquid antibotics. He says he's 'growing up now.' I say, 'not so fast, dude.') Anyways, he saw me using the spoon to stir my chicken broth soup and said, "Sherrie, that's one of Ben's toy spoons. He's been looking for it."
I didn't believe him and said, "It's mine now. He can play with one of these." I reached in the silverware drawer and pulled out a white plastic spoon.
"But it doesn't match," said William. "Ben's going to be sad if you take his spoon away."
"He'll get over it. And if he doesn't. I've got kleenex."
The thing is... Ben hasn't played with his plastic food, pots, plates and spoonware since Spring. He can make due without "old Yeller."
Sniff...Sniff...HONK!
I'm fighting a freaking cold. It started last Friday and immediately I began to take the above medicine. My symptons haven't gotten worse nor better. I'm at a stalemate with them. I feel bad enough not to be as productive as I usually am and good enough not to stay home in the bed.
I'm a bit loopy but happy. It sounds nuts I know. So tonight, I'll lay around on the couch and catch Survivor and CSI...and also Without a Trace since CSI spills over to their show.
Survivor has been ok. I am rooting for James or Amanda. I think Todd is gonna flake out this episode.
As for CSI... I am amazed at how it continues to hold my attention year after year. The new girl Ronny is gonna fit in nicely. I hate to see Sara go but I don't think it will impact the show as much as some think. She's never been my favorite but I like her and Grissom together. They really fit.
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Bigfoot Picture Mystery
This is the photo that I was talking about. I cropped the image and lightened it up. Then went and did a photo search for a bear with mange and found the one below. I think the mystery photo is really a bear with mange. Look at how the legs are. A bigfoot wouldn't stoop like that.
Mystery Solved by Sherrielock Holmes
The ones that got away
Here's a closer shot of a Pompano. Cute little thing.
I hooked one of these red drums at a fueling dock on the intracostal waterway but it threw my hook when it surfaced. Al was totally shocked. He thought I had hooked a phantom fish--probably because I reeled in whenever I felt the slightest touch on my hook.
Al tossed out a few crab traps but we didn't catch any. A guy a few feet away kept catching them with his rod and reel... they would fall off and attack his shoe.
Fishey Fishey ...
Here we are on Saturday afternoon, casting our rod into the Atlantic Ocean. The water was cold and Al cast the rods. I didn't have to get wet.
We each caught a Pompano. They were to small to keep.
I'm baaa-accc-kkkk
We stayed at the Hilton and our view was ocean front/ocean view, although it was more of a side shot. This was the view from the bed beside the balcony. While Al snored away, I laid there and looked at the lights and wondered what everyone was doing. I slept really well after the long drive there. We took a round-about way because Al thought it was shorter. I think he took a wrong turn that waylaid us a few miles off course.
That night we ate at Bimini's Oyster bar. Talk about some killer seafood. It's a local joint that had few tourists. A guy was in the corner playing Jimmy Buffet songs and crooning the tunes. He sounded remarkably like JB. I was totally impressed. We got a seat and ordered some good food. I had conch fritters, homemade chips and cole slaw. Yummy. I forgot what Al ordered. But mine was good and the price wasn't too bad. We stayed a while and listened to the guy sing. A few locals came over and invited us to join them later at the 2001 night club that was just around the corner. I was too tired and declined. After we ate we went back to the room and chilled out.
I caught the sunrise the next morning. It was so beautiful off the ocean. We drove around for awhile after a delicious breakfast at Dino's House of Pancakes. Another yummy meal! Eventually we ended up at the beach...fishing!
Friday, November 02, 2007
Happy Weekend
Well, I'm off to Myrtle Beach. I really hope all of you have a great weekend. It's suppose to be mild and not too cold. I don't mind cool weather though. I love walking down the strand when it's cool. Feels as if the ocean speaks slowly in my ear, because so few are there to distract from the calmness of the sea.
Be safe. Be well and see you Monday!
Be safe. Be well and see you Monday!
This is pretty much on Track!
| What Your Handwriting Says About You |
 You are a fairly energetic person. You know how do pace yourself, and you deal well with stress. You are somewhat outgoing, but you're not a natural extrovert. You think first before you act. You tend to be independent, rational, and logical. You are balanced and grounded. You know how to get along well with others. You need a bit of space in your life, but you're not a recluse. You expect people to give you a small amount of privacy, and you respect their privacy as well. You are somewhat traditional, but you are also open to change. You listen to your head and your heart. You are a decent communicator. You eventually get your point across, but sometimes you leave things a bit ambiguous. |
Thursday, November 01, 2007
Nov 1st Hits and Misses
My nephews make great vampires. The picture isn't the best. They wouldn't pose for another. Nor would they sit still while I applied make-up.
Halloween was fun. We went to a carnival hosted by my Uncle Jerry's church. It's only 5 miles away and they did a great job. I saw a few old high school mates I haven't seen in ages. The boys loved it. They had lots of activities and every kid got a prize no matter how badly they performed. The boys got more booty than they do when they go house to house. My devil wig/horns were a hit. One kid asked "What's your devil name?" I didn't have an answer. William said I was "Devil's Snare." I guess that's as close to a name as I got.
The church served hot dogs and soda. I think the lady at the window thought I was a total nut when I asked for a plain hot dog bun, because William won't eat hot dogs but he likes the bun. He took a bite while she watched and then said to her, "Hmmm, that's a tasty bun."
Ben ask half of his hot dog on the drive home. When we got to my house, he told me he was finished with it. My sister was going to toss it away but I said I would eat it. (I forgot to get some supper before our venture). After his bath, he came looking for his hot dog. And cried when he found out it was in my tummy. The only excuse I could think of was telling him that the 'devil' made me do it. I hate the humor was lost on him. I felt really bad for him until he realized that he could eat candy instead.
And so another Halloween is gone. Now November looms overhead like an ugly ear of corn and I've promised myself that I would write another novel. I've got one in mind and actually have a list of characters and a plot, but... a kid adventure is in my head...one I tell the nephews--it's a series of adventures about them and I wonder if maybe I shouldn't write that instead. I guess later on today when I sit down in front of the PC, I'll let whichever one wins the battle to find its way to paper.
Al informed me that we're off to Myrtle beach Friday. HE wanted to leave early ...like 8 am but I have to drop my brother off at work at 9 and I have a few things to do at the studio. It kills me how people think because I work for myself that I can drop everything and just go... I'm no different that those of you who slave for any boss. I have a job that needs to get done...no one but me can do it and when I have deadlines, everything has to wait.
Anyone look at the photo of a 'maybe' bigfoot. It was on yahoo's homepage yesterday. Some authorities say it's a bear with mange. I saved a copy to my PC... I may check it out later and give my own thoughts on it. Wouldn't there be a magnitude of non-believers eating crow if there turns out to be a real bigfoot???
And supernatural activity draining electronics? Mainly digital cameras. I say that the real reason behind this is that these ghost hunters are using standard batteries that don't have the power to run the camera for more than 5 or 6 shots. I know...I had to use standard batteries last night instead of my usual ones made just for digital cameras. I went through an 8 pack and...got only 7 shots of the boys. The batteries can still work on other things like my gameboy but they don't have to pull to work a digital camera. So that mystery is uncovered... use batteries made for digital gadgets, Ghost Hunters.
A Letter from Tom Robbins
Dear NaNoWriMo participant,
When you sit down to begin that novel of yours, the first thing you might want to do is toss a handful of powdered napalm over both shoulders---so as to dispense with any and all of your old writing teachers, the ones whose ghosts surely will be hovering there, saying such things as, "Adverbs should never be...", or "A novel is supposed to convey...", et cetera. Enough! Ye literary bureaucrats, vamoose!
Rules such as "Write what you know," and "Show, don't tell," while doubtlessly grounded in good sense, can be ignored with impunity by any novelist nimble enough to get away with it. There is, in fact, only one rule in writing fiction: Whatever works, works.
Ah, but how can you know if it's working? The truth is, you can't always know (I nearly burned my first novel a dozen times, and it's still in print after 35 years), you just have to sense it, feel it, trust it. It's intu itive, and that peculiar brand of intuition is a gift from the gods. Obviously, most people have received a different package altogether, but until you undo the ribbons you can never be sure.
As the great Nelson Algren once said, “Any writer who knows what he's doing isn't doing very much.” Most really good fiction is compelled into being. It comes from a kind of uncalculated innocence. You need not have your ending in mind before you commence. Indeed, you need not be certain of exactly what's going to transpire on page 2. If you know the whole story in advance, your novel is probably dead before you begin it. Give it some room to breathe, to change direction, to surprise you. Writing a novel is not so much a project as a journey, a voyage, an adventure.
A topic is necessary, of course; a theme, a general sense of the nexus of effects you'd like your narrative to ultimately produce. Beyond that, you simply pack your imagination, your sense of humor, a character or two, and your personal world view into a little canoe, push it out onto the vast dark river, and see where the currents take you. And should you ever think you hear the sound of dangerous rapids around the next bend, hey, hang on, tighten your focus, and keep paddling---because now you're really writing, baby! This is the best part.
It's a bit like being out of control and totally in charge, simultaneously. If that seems tricky, well, it's a tricky business. Try it. It'll drive you crazy. And you'll love it.
Tom Robbins
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Tom Robbins is the author of eight novels, including Even Cowgirls Get the Blues, Jitterbug Perfume, and his latest, Villa Incognito.
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And so it begins! Wish me luck as I travel down writer's lane, never knowing exactly where my journey of words takes me.
When you sit down to begin that novel of yours, the first thing you might want to do is toss a handful of powdered napalm over both shoulders---so as to dispense with any and all of your old writing teachers, the ones whose ghosts surely will be hovering there, saying such things as, "Adverbs should never be...", or "A novel is supposed to convey...", et cetera. Enough! Ye literary bureaucrats, vamoose!
Rules such as "Write what you know," and "Show, don't tell," while doubtlessly grounded in good sense, can be ignored with impunity by any novelist nimble enough to get away with it. There is, in fact, only one rule in writing fiction: Whatever works, works.
Ah, but how can you know if it's working? The truth is, you can't always know (I nearly burned my first novel a dozen times, and it's still in print after 35 years), you just have to sense it, feel it, trust it. It's intu itive, and that peculiar brand of intuition is a gift from the gods. Obviously, most people have received a different package altogether, but until you undo the ribbons you can never be sure.
As the great Nelson Algren once said, “Any writer who knows what he's doing isn't doing very much.” Most really good fiction is compelled into being. It comes from a kind of uncalculated innocence. You need not have your ending in mind before you commence. Indeed, you need not be certain of exactly what's going to transpire on page 2. If you know the whole story in advance, your novel is probably dead before you begin it. Give it some room to breathe, to change direction, to surprise you. Writing a novel is not so much a project as a journey, a voyage, an adventure.
A topic is necessary, of course; a theme, a general sense of the nexus of effects you'd like your narrative to ultimately produce. Beyond that, you simply pack your imagination, your sense of humor, a character or two, and your personal world view into a little canoe, push it out onto the vast dark river, and see where the currents take you. And should you ever think you hear the sound of dangerous rapids around the next bend, hey, hang on, tighten your focus, and keep paddling---because now you're really writing, baby! This is the best part.
It's a bit like being out of control and totally in charge, simultaneously. If that seems tricky, well, it's a tricky business. Try it. It'll drive you crazy. And you'll love it.
Tom Robbins
--
Tom Robbins is the author of eight novels, including Even Cowgirls Get the Blues, Jitterbug Perfume, and his latest, Villa Incognito.
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And so it begins! Wish me luck as I travel down writer's lane, never knowing exactly where my journey of words takes me.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
| You Are An Attention Seeker |
 You're only human, so you can't help but want a little attention every now and then. You love the spotlight, but only when it's well deserved. You'd hate to be known for the wrong thing. And you also don't mind sharing the spotlight. You can easily give someone else credit or a compliment. You know there's enough attention to go around, and it makes you happy when your friends shine. You come across as: Friendly and interesting People may wrongly think you're: A little more modest than you actually are! |
Box
Thursday night William and I were working on his math homework. I was trying my best to explain how to do one of the hardest problems and William kept playing with his pencil or staring off into space. Exasperated I said, "William, you've got to pay attention."
Still no results. Finally I threw my hands up in dispair and said, "I wish I could find a huge box to put you and your homework in, so you wouldn't have anything to distract you from it."
He sighed heavily and said, "I would say to the walls, 'Help me.'"
I bit my lip to keep from laughing and thought, "help me too."
The Weekend in Review
My head's much better. I didn't have any headache Saturday or Sunday...nor Monday or Today. I guess it's not cracked up after all.
I worked extra hard on Friday and was able to take the day off on Saturday. When I got home Friday to change and get my things together, the boys were excited to see me. William made a 100 on his project. I'm so proud of him. And Ben... he didn't get a good conduct sticker...but I'll write more about that later.
I changed into a pair of black slacks and a black short sleeve sweater. Ben asked me why I was wearing 'different' stuff...because he didn't see me wear it earlier. lol...the logic of kids. When I told them I was going to Al's, William said, "But I'll miss you." I hugged him, and explained that I needed 'grown-up time.'
The anniversary dinner was great. We went to the 360 seafood restaurant. I had the grilled flounder. Very yumilicous! Everyone had a nice time. The husband of the celebrating couple tripped me out a bit. I sat across from him and watched him eat after I was finished. He ordered a huge plate of steamed, crab legs, oysters, clams and shrimp. He was talking to Al and I watched him pick up a shrimp, dipping it in sauce without shelling it first. I thought that maybe he was involved in talking and didn't pay attention to what he was doing. But...he bit into the shrimp--shell and all. I figured he swallowed it because he didn't want anyone to notice he had made a mistake. But I was wrong... he ate all his shrimp with the shells on. And... he buttered and sour creamed his baked potato and picked it up with his hands as if it were corn on the cob and ate across the top of it like it was an ear of corn. I wanted to ask him about his shrimp but didn't know how to approach him. He has lived in the Asian world on and off during his Air Force years and I wonder if that's where he learned to eat shrimp shells.
Saturday-- Al had to work and I hung out with the cat. We did some housework and read. I watched some football. The Georgia Tech/Gators game and the Wake Forest/Carolina game. My ECU Pirtes kicked ass but I didn't get to see them. I had dinner ready when he got home. We stayed up a while and then hit the hay.
Sunday--was football day. The Panthers totally wig out after the first quarter or two. I knew Peyton Manning's crew would kill them but I hoped they would have made it tougher. I cooked some great food. Chuck eye steaks grilled on the George Foreman for lunch and for din...Chicken and veggies baked in white wine. And I made brownies. Al was a happy guy.
I felt very relaxed and rested Monday morning. Ah...the comforts of a lazy weekend.
Course I wasn't prepared for Fall when I walked outside yesterday...I didn't have any long pants or long sleeved shirts... talk about hard nipples! All day long!
I worked extra hard on Friday and was able to take the day off on Saturday. When I got home Friday to change and get my things together, the boys were excited to see me. William made a 100 on his project. I'm so proud of him. And Ben... he didn't get a good conduct sticker...but I'll write more about that later.
I changed into a pair of black slacks and a black short sleeve sweater. Ben asked me why I was wearing 'different' stuff...because he didn't see me wear it earlier. lol...the logic of kids. When I told them I was going to Al's, William said, "But I'll miss you." I hugged him, and explained that I needed 'grown-up time.'
The anniversary dinner was great. We went to the 360 seafood restaurant. I had the grilled flounder. Very yumilicous! Everyone had a nice time. The husband of the celebrating couple tripped me out a bit. I sat across from him and watched him eat after I was finished. He ordered a huge plate of steamed, crab legs, oysters, clams and shrimp. He was talking to Al and I watched him pick up a shrimp, dipping it in sauce without shelling it first. I thought that maybe he was involved in talking and didn't pay attention to what he was doing. But...he bit into the shrimp--shell and all. I figured he swallowed it because he didn't want anyone to notice he had made a mistake. But I was wrong... he ate all his shrimp with the shells on. And... he buttered and sour creamed his baked potato and picked it up with his hands as if it were corn on the cob and ate across the top of it like it was an ear of corn. I wanted to ask him about his shrimp but didn't know how to approach him. He has lived in the Asian world on and off during his Air Force years and I wonder if that's where he learned to eat shrimp shells.
Saturday-- Al had to work and I hung out with the cat. We did some housework and read. I watched some football. The Georgia Tech/Gators game and the Wake Forest/Carolina game. My ECU Pirtes kicked ass but I didn't get to see them. I had dinner ready when he got home. We stayed up a while and then hit the hay.
Sunday--was football day. The Panthers totally wig out after the first quarter or two. I knew Peyton Manning's crew would kill them but I hoped they would have made it tougher. I cooked some great food. Chuck eye steaks grilled on the George Foreman for lunch and for din...Chicken and veggies baked in white wine. And I made brownies. Al was a happy guy.
I felt very relaxed and rested Monday morning. Ah...the comforts of a lazy weekend.
Course I wasn't prepared for Fall when I walked outside yesterday...I didn't have any long pants or long sleeved shirts... talk about hard nipples! All day long!
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