Life, love, and other drama

Stuff

2012-02-08T22:27:00.002-05:00

Wow. This week has . . . rocked me emotionally. I thought my life was going one way, and while I admittedly wasn't headed there quickly, it's where I thought I was going. Suddenly, I find myself at a dead end. And, even writing this is making me feel all weepy again, so, instead, let me tell you about the adventure I had last week.

While driving into work, I saw a small dark spot scurry out from under my feet, and up under my dash. Fortunately, I'm not the kind of girl to COMPLETELY freak out, so instead, I called work and informed them that I would be late. I had to purchase mouse traps! I placed out several different kinds, humane, and quick kill, along with D Con. I'm sorry, but mice do serious damage to cars! I saw the little bugger on my way home, and the next day. He ate nearly a whole box of the D Con! Finally, on Thursday, I saw that he had worked himself into the commercial trap from work, and was sitting there wiggling his nose at me while he was on the glue trap!!! I've never felt so horrible. If he hadn't eaten so much poison, I would have certainly tried to free him. He was actually a cute little guy, when he wasn't running around my feet! Still, it was an adventure. Maybe later this week I'll post about my critter filled year last year.

I'm struggling with how much to share on here. I feel like I want to write, I want to talk about everything that's in my head, but I don't know of the right place to put it. There are some that I really want to hear what I have to say, and others that . . . I don't want to share. I don't want to seem weak, or needy, or overly emotional, or not emotional enough, and . . . I get so tired of editing my thoughts, what I say. These filters are getting harder and harder to maintain. I was told, "You're so drama free." Well, for the most part. But, there are times I wish I could just let loose and say what I have to say. I've been emailing those things to myself and dumping them in a folder, but it's just not the same.

Suggestions?

10 Years and more.

2011-09-08T21:42:00.004-04:00

I'm not going to write about 9/11. That almost seems cliche. I am, however, going to talk about where I was 10 years ago. I was getting ready to watch my best friend, marry the man of her dreams (or so she thought). She was supposed to get married on 09/15, which she did. The marriage didn't quite last a year, but that's another story. When the news of the events of 9/11 started filtering in, the first thing I thought of was Msh. I was still too broke, and not quite the gadget girl that I am today, for a cell phone. I tried and tried to get in touch with her, finally reaching her early afternoon. As soon as she answered, and realized it was me, she burst into tears. "I planned for everything to go wrong except this!" How do you plan for something like that? She had been evacuated from her building in D.C. at gunpoint and snarling dog, as the various forces tried to get people to safety.

After lots of deep breaths, scampering around, routing a bridesmaid from one airport to another, and jumping through the various hoops, the wedding did happen. And the thing that I didn't realize then, that I'm just realizing now, is that was the first day that I knew that life goes on. As it does today. It's hard to keep things in perspective, what with getting a bad mystery shop, and people being so unhappy with me, but there are bigger and more important things in life. I'm grateful for a friendship like the one I have with Msh. We have gone from whispering in dorm rooms into the middle of the night to figuring out that if we want to have a conversation without interruption, sometimes the best time is 745 in the morning. Relationships take work, trust, hope, and love, and I'm grateful to have a friend that I can go through all of that with.

PS - I should mention that while the second wedding didn't have quite the "Who's Who" and flair of the first, the second one got her the man who adores her, and the beautiful Savannah. Msh, ya done good. :)

What to write?

2011-09-01T22:58:00.002-04:00

I get stuck on what to write. Or not write. I think of great things while I'm at work (with no blog access), but then have lost it before I come home. I need to do something about this. But, for right now, here's how my week started.

Mom had made new curtains for me. She dropped them in the mail with a couple of other things. The box showed up on Monday, ripped on one side. Inside was a towel and potholder from their Alaska trip, a cute journal idea, and an external hard drive. I was a bit confused, but figured that maybe the curtains weren't done yet, so I called her. "Mom, how am I supposed to access this hard drive? You didn't send me any cords." "What hard drive?" "The one in the box." "We didn't send you a hard drive."

Turns out at some point, the box got ripped open, and someone else's box got ripped open. Whoever discovered it didn't know what went where, so they just put it in the box. Someone got my curtains, and I got their hard drive. Isn't this how the movies start? Random piece of electronic gadget shows up and then big men in black with big guns show up to retrieve it. Uh, big men? I didn't access it. I gave it back to the USPS. And my curtains are MIA. Mom said she's remaking them.

In the words of my co-worker. Bummer, dood.

Public Behavior

2011-08-21T12:53:00.002-04:00

Last night, while I was at work at the track, I noticed a couple of the guys looking at something behind me. I turned around, and saw a girl, straddling a guy who was laying in the grass. She was . . . wiggly, and her jeans were down. WAY down. Like, a couple of more inches and we would have REALLY had a show. One of the guys, laughing, took a picture. The girls friend, who was standing beside them, pointed out the picture taker. The girl then came over and said, "You need to delete that. I'm a teenager." Now. First of all, yes. As soon as the guy realized she was a teenager, the photo was deleted. But still. Where the heck were her parents? If I had acted like that . . . ??? She came over again and was indignant. "No one should be taking my picture." If you're going to put on a show, you better believe someone is going to watch. I don't care how old you are. If you act like that, you are going to get the results of that behavior.

Your thoughts?

Puppy Update

2011-08-10T22:53:00.003-04:00

After ducking out of work just a little early, and rushing over the mountain, I was able to pick up my Britney dog. She's groggy, a little confused as to which paw goes where, but is otherwise quite happy to be home. And me? I'm going to sleep so much better now that I just have my same old 6" of bed back. Welcome home, Britney!

Britney Surgery

2011-08-09T22:47:00.002-04:00

It's a well known fact that I love my puppy. I've had her since she was 4 weeks old, and she's now 10 years old. She had ACL surgery when she was 5, and has progressively gotten more and more gimpy. Last night I noticed that she was even more "off", and once we got home, I noticed that she had a large jelly-bean size mass in the middle of her paw pads. I called my vet this morning, and they worked her in, not only for the appointment, but also for the surgery they did today.

While right now I am sitting here missing the sound of her ticking toe nails, and her growling over a bone, I am so grateful for a vet that is sensitive to the limits of my finances, respectful of my time (it's a 40 minute drive, so they try to do as much as they can in one visit), and who calls to let me know the results of the surgery even as my dog is just waking up.

I've been advised that one of her kidney levels was slightly elevated, but liver and other levels were normal. The message said that she sailed through surgery, and that the mass didn't seem to go into her toe, and no amputation was needed. The other mass on her stomach had very shallow roots as well. Thank you, Bedford Animal Hospital, for taking care of my baby girl.

And, Britney? Hurry home. My bed is WAY too big for just me!!

Saturday Night Observations

2011-08-07T15:38:00.003-04:00

As you may or may not be aware, on Friday and Saturday nights, I work at our local drag and dirt tracks. Weather puts a serious damper on these, and last night called for a 60% chance of rain. Just as we were going to open our gates, showers started. We waited it out, and eventually got underway. The drag strip, right behind us, wasn't able to get the track dry, and shut down. By the time the dirt track was rolled in, the sun was setting. The opening prayer was offered, and the National Anthem started. As it was playing, I was struck by how quiet it was. Normally the drag strip is running, and people keep talking. But this time, none of that. And, you could hear the anthem sounding off of the hills. People stood at attention, kids stopped playing, and the world seemed perfect. I thought about the Navy SEALS that were killed this weekend, and thought about how grateful I am that there are men and women like them, that allow us to enjoy our weekends and days as we choose.

Thank you, each and every one of you, for your service.

Bzz Bzz Bzz

2011-07-27T22:44:00.002-04:00

The title of my blog is Life, Love, and other Drama. I chose that when I was dealing with some drama, but fortunately lately I haven't had a lot of that. Still, life goes on, as evidenced last night.

I was getting ready for bed (read: very scant clothing. Sorry, but it's important for the story) when I noticed some weird shavings/debris on the floor. I grabbed the vacuum, and figured I'd suck it all up quickly. Did I mention it was about 11:45p? Anyway, I got that up in about 10 seconds, and noticed more debris on the window sill. Weird. I have an A/C Unit there and figured there was some critter getting in and I'd spray it with bug spray. Then I noticed, at the top of my window, MORE debris. As I was running the vacuum over the spot, the wand went right through the now-paint-only wall, and BEES started pouring out of the wall. Like, black and yellow stingy creatures. Being the mature female I am, I high tailed it out of there, grabbing my dog and leaving the vacuum running. Deep breath, deep breath, call the landlord. Phone? Oh. Heh. Yeah. That's in the bedroom. So, I sucked in a deep breath, grabbed the broom and headed back in. My pretty iphone was covered in bees. Wasps. Hornets. Whatever. They were TICKED. I knocked it to the floor with the broom, brushed the critters off, and called my landlord. At midnight.

See, this is why I rent. Who else could I have called at midnight and let it be someone else's problem? I warned them that I was less than adequately dressed (a short bathrobe that was in the bathroom), and after making sure I was ok, they promised they'd be right over. And they were. Lord love them, they sucked up all the buzzing critters, and got the hole in the wall sealed up with cardboard and duct tape. And got me to more adequate clothing. So for now, my bedroom only has the occasional bzz'ing in it, and hopefully they'll get the nest removed this week. My dog and I survived with only a couple of minor stings. Considering the exposed skin, I'll take it.

Life. Enjoy it, right?

Thursday

2011-07-14T22:27:00.003-04:00

Look! Another post! Already! I had forgotten how nice it is to just sit and type. Sometimes you get fluff. Sometimes not. I'm still not sure how this one is going to go.

I watched Big Brother tonight. Meh. Whatev. The show I've really enjoyed this past spring? Coming Home. Guaranteed tears every time, but so worth it. Lifetime, you now have me for 2 hours a week. I was telling my dad about it tonight, and about the woman in Texas who every day meets troops at the airport to welcome them home and thank them for their service. He told me about the Vietnam time, and soldiers being cursed, spit at, threatened, and belittled. I have talked to MANY people who have said that while they don't support the war, they do support our troops. I think that is so important. My friends son is in the Reserves, and he said that while he didn't like being over there, he and his companions wished that we could at least finish what we have started so that they don't ever have to go back.

I've been following the trending topic #40thingsaboutme. I started with my first one tonight - "I'm adopted, and I don't care about finding my 'real' mother. I've always felt like I'm right where I belong." That's usually the first question I'm asked, "Do you want to find your real mother?" Why? Is she lost? My real mother is the one that has dealt with me and my joys, heartaches, drama, and successes for the past 35 years. And, last I checked she's in California. I'm curious about my biological mother, simply for medical history reasons, but nothing more. I've been told as I get older I'll get curious but it simply hasn't happened yet. My adoption was never a secret. My grandmother has told me that once while in a sandbox, I asked another child, "Did your mother have you or did she get you?" It's just something I've grown up knowing. If you've stumbled across this somehow because of my tag, I'm happy to discuss my feelings and thoughts on the subject. Otherwise, it's time for a little WoW. 'Cause I'm something of a geek like that.

Wednesday and Hellgrammites

2011-07-13T21:14:00.004-04:00

Welcome back to my spot. The thing tonight is I want to vent about certain issues, but given the fact that anyone could stumble on this or point certain other people to it, leads me to edit my thoughts. I'm leaning more and more towards an anonymous blog, but then, how could my friends see what I have to say?

Instead, let me share this little gem from a week or so ago. I was on a structure fire call, working rehab. Firefighters HATE rehab. They make up every excuse in the world to avoid having their vitals checked, but we're persistent, and had several guys hanging around cooling off. There had been several sightings of Hellgrammites. Oh, you haven't seen one? Let me enlighten you.

In finding that picture, I learned that the babies are Hellgrammites, and the adults are actually dobsonflies. Either way, they are a scary looking critter. And, that picture is NOT life size. When I stretched my thumb and pinky out, I couldn't cover the thing. That's well over 5". And those antler things? They pinch. Hard. And it hurts. Anyway, this critter was flitting around, and just as I pointed it out so people could watch for it, the stupid thing flies up and lands on, well, my girl chest-y parts. Deep breath, deep breath, don't freak out. I gritted my teeth and begged one of these big, tough firefighters to PLEASE get this thing off of me! Wanna guess how many immediately jumped up and volunteered? None. Not one. I had to beg and plead to get one of them to finally very carefully pinch its wings and get it off me.

Blood? Guts? Trauma? Not a problem. But the Hellgrammites could very well end up being the end of my volunteering days!!!

Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop

2011-07-06T23:26:00.004-04:00

Thank you Glenn, for the kick in the tail to get me to writing again. Such changes in my life, in the past month or so. One of my co-workers left in May to pursue a different career path within our company. Unfortunately, he was also our manager. Then, one of my other co-workers left to assist another branch that was lacking in experience. Yesterday, another of my co-workers left to fill a full time position. All good things for them, but scary things for me. Selfish, aren't I? I've been on a cleaning tangent lately, and now my house is mom-clean, my yard clean, and my freezer clean. On top of that, the dentist that I have been madly in love with (for professional reasons only, I assure you) is leaving for family reasons. I can't take anyone else leaving my life!!! So, yeah. There have been things to write about. But tonight, let's tackle one of Mama Kat's suggestions, since it directly correlates with the previous.

"How are you becoming your mother?"

Cindy would tell you rather quickly it's because I'll cry at the drop of the hat. That's my Mama. But, what's been more interesting, and what she would have NEVER guessed when I was 15, that I am becoming quite happy with things being clean, and organized. I like that everything has a happy place, and I like simple. Not a lot of clutter being out, or knick-knacks out everywhere. Who would have thunk it?

Regarding previous dentist. I had, prior to him, bad dental work. I had a root canal and a crown done with no post, so that crown is put into place every day with fix-o-dent. The same tooth, on the opposite side, the bad dentist did a partial root canal and then a filling. Needless to say, that didn't last long and the tooth broke at the gum line. For years I simply made a wax tooth every day out of orthodontic wax to cover the hole at the edge of my smile line. This new dentist moved into the area and assured me he could fix it. He worked with my insurance and my budget, and $3500 later, I had an implant completed. You shoulda seen the smile . . . for 4 weeks. Then, one day, that new tooth moved. Bad. Bad bad. So, into the dentists office I went, dental implant removed, and healing began. Did I mention this dentist warranties his work? Yesterday, his replacement started MY replacement. This time, it has been more painful, by about 10 x. This post has been brought to you courtesy of Percocet.

How's that for rambling?

Couple of words

2011-06-26T15:09:00.002-04:00

I can't comment on Facebook on this one, because that's what my gripe is. And, yes, before you say anything, I realize that autocorrect is most likely the cause. But, still. Here's a couple of examples.

"I'm trying to sale my car, if anyone is interested"

"I've been called an angle, but I think I have them fooled"

Sell, people, sell. And, ANGEL. Amazing what a difference the location of letters can make.

On another note. Over the past couple of weeks, I have been spring cleaning my house. Floorboards, curtains washed (and starched), comforters cleaned. Once I got my house cleaned, I started in on cooking. Brownies, chicken salad, egg salad, homemade salsa. Then, when I ran out of things I wanted to cook, I started in on my flower beds. Re-mulched, new flowers put in, flowers actually put in to my pots, etc. Today I actually have clothes hanging out on the line. Nesting, I've been accused of. And, before anyone says it, no, I'm NOT pregnant. However, in the past month, I've had big change in my life. My manager left for a better position. One of my favorite co-workers is transferring to another branch. Heck, even my dentist is moving away. Lots of change. I feel like the only thing that I have any control over is my house, so it's going to be under control, dag-nab-it. It's not working. I have a friend who has suggested that now would be a fantastic time to re-evaluate my life as it is. Am I truly happy? I don't know that I have a solid answer for that.

Writer's Workshop

2011-03-07T23:18:00.003-05:00

Choose a prompt, post it on your blog, and come back to add your name to the link list below. Be sure to sign up with the actual post URL and not just your basic blog URL (click on the title of your post for that URL). For good comment karma try to comment on the three blogs above your name!!
The Prompts:
1.) One pet peeve that shouldn’t drive you crazy, but does.
2.) Share 10 “Must Haves” this Spring!
3.) What were you blogging about last year at this time? What has changed?
4.) What inspired you this week?
5.) Perform a random act of service. And then tell us about it.

I'm really trying to get back in this blogging spirit thing. I used to really enjoy writing, even if I have friends who are much better at picking the right words. So, I'm going to use some helps to get back in the swing of it, and maybe turn off a few of the filters along the way.

3. What were you blogging about last year at this time? What has changed?

The reason I chose this, was that the answer is actually *nothing*. And, the reason for that is filtering. What was going on in my personal life, dating life, was pretty rough. And, there's a very good chance that person could stumble on my blog, and I didn't think he would much care for me to have it out there. But, in the year that we were dating/talking/together (what DO we do in the 20 something year?) I discovered I filtered a lot of myself out, and that wasn't fair to me OR to him. I like McDonalds food. And I like country music. And I believe in God. And I have no problem with my dog sleeping in my bed. And if any of those are issues to the guy I'm dating, they are HIS issues. I can negotiate on brands of toothpaste, but there are some things that just are what they are. And I have spent the last year learning to like, and to be ok, with those things about myself. The strange thing is? There are people out there who like me just the way I am. Country music, french fries, and all.

I've made a really good friend over the past year plus or so. He told me this week I'm a growth stock. Now, being a banker and all, I found that rather funny. He said he'd buy my stock. There are some days you might feel like you're losing your shirt, but if you stick with me long enough, you're going to come out ahead. I'll take that.

Professional Responsibility?

2011-03-02T23:04:00.001-05:00

I read an article today on CNN.com about too few doctors telling their patients they are overweight. Can I get a little amen? There’s no secret that I’m not a skinny girl. I don’t always eat right, and I don’t exercise every day. However, I’m working on it. And, I have a LONG way to go. But. I wonder if my trip might not have been shortened by a doctor 13 years ago saying, “Hey, you’ve gained 10 lbs since your last visit. What’s changed? You need to keep an eye on that.” Instead, you know how I realized how bad it was? When during one visit, the nurse left my chart in the room with me. There, in the doctor’s notes, it clearly stated, “Patient is obese.” And, I’d been seeing this doctor for a couple of years! Not once, in any check-ups, ‘I’m sick’ calls, or any other time, did this doctor mention it to me. The only way it got discussed was when I said, (after reading that), “Hey. I don’t like being fat. What do you recommend?” He then promptly put me on Meridia, and that was the end of it. When I have a client come into the bank and do a transaction, how upset is that client going to be if I don’t mention, “We didn’t receive your loan payment.” Or, “I see you got a service charge last month. Let’s do something about that.” If the professional that you are working with sees that there is a problem, don’t they have an obligation to SAY something about it? Yes, being overweight is a sensitive, touchy subject. But, that doesn’t mean it shouldn’t be addressed. And, I would have much rather had 10 lbs to lose, than what I’m faced with today. So, yes, doctors. Please say something sooner, rather than later, to your patients!

Oh, and yes. I’ve switched doctors. To one that regularly does blood work, takes the time to discuss my current personal situation, and keeps me in check as far as diet and exercise. Isn’t that what they are getting paid to do?

Nothing much . . .

2010-09-28T23:25:00.002-04:00

To say. See, here's my problem. I'll think of something during the day (where blogging is strictly forbidden), and by the time I get home, I've completely forgotten about it.

I can tell you this. I'm tired. I was out late last night on a squad call, and up early this morning. Now, I don't mind calls, but when the patient gets to leave the hospital before I do? Fail. I was told when I started running calls the time would come when I wouldn't jump to answer everything. I laughed. I need to hunt that person down and tell them that they were right. Even now I'm listening to tones go off, and making no move to go answer them. The call? MVC. Vehicle off the roadway, engine still running, no one around car. Now, before people jump to anything, we do have an assigned crew, so someone is going. It's just not going to be me.

On another note. My poor Britney dog has had a heck of a time lately. Last week she suddenly wouldn't tolerate standing, and was "gimpy" as she walked. Fortunately, I have a totally awesome vet who saw here less than 12 hours after I called him, and she is now taking Novox every morning. The only problem? She now thinks she's a puppy again! Crazy thing.

This weekend will be busy. Racing, BIG racing. If you're in the Southwest VA area, Natural Bridge Speedway is going to be the place to be . . . come see us!

Hey. At least it's a post. :-)

Since January?

2010-07-26T23:32:00.003-04:00

Wow. Just, wow. I used to love writing, daily, and I just . . . got away from it. I think in some ways I've forgotten how to be me. And what I want. In other ways, it's become far more clear, what is important. But, for now, can I tell you about the bracelet I'm wearing?

This past week, I was on vacation. I was supposed to go see the Boy, but since that, well, fell through for various reasons, I found myself with a week with nothing to do. My friends, Karey and Laurie, and their respective families, had made plans to visit VA Beach. K. invited me to ride down with her sister, but her sister ended up leaving earlier than I could have left work. Bummer, but I was still flattered that they would even have invited me. I underestimated my friends. Karey and Laurie banded together to make sure that I had transportation there. Once I got myself to VA Beach (without a wrong turn!), Laurie let me bunk up with her family. The next two days were spent applying sunblock, chasing kids through waves, more sunblock, riding bikes, sunblock, eating yummy sushi and seafood, (did I mention sunblock?), and all in all, having a fantastic time with my friends. On Sunday, as Karey's mom was leaving, she tossed me the jelly bracelet they had given out at the hotel in case I needed it for something. I came home Monday evening, and spent the rest of the week contemplating and enjoying not having to be anywhere.

Each time I look at that bracelet, I'm reminded of how much I have to be grateful for. I have incredible co-workers, who jumped in at the last second to watch Britney for me. I knew how much I liked my friends, how much I consider them my family, but I was overwhelmed by their show of friendship. It's exactly right - Friends are the family that you choose for yourself. I've chosen, . . . very well.

Idio-craty

2010-01-14T23:41:00.003-05:00

Is that even a word? Along with most of the nation, I've been watching the news. My heart aches for those lost, people who have no idea if their family and friends are ok. I remember when Hurricane Ike went over Houston - my parents were on a mission there, and for about 24 hours, I couldn't get in touch with them. I knew they were ok. I mean, the Church is very good about notifying family and all that, but I was still worried. I can't imagine longer than that, and with the images we are seeing.

I'm a Christian. I believe in helping anyone and everyone you can. As I told a friend the other night. I believe in being a productive member of society. Work as much as you are able, and make a difference. Give of yourself. Make the world a better place because you were here. I work (technically) 3 jobs. Volunteer with the Rescue Squad and Fire Dept. While I'm a clutz, and make more than my fair share of mistakes, I consider myself a decent person.

When I see, and hear, idiots like Limbaugh making comments like he did, it just infuriates me. I remember Mama teaching me: If it isn't kind, necessary, and true, don't say it. It's not like Meatloaf sang. You can't have 2 out of 3. I overheard a person today saying, "What's the big deal? They were overcrowded anyway." Who says that??? Anyway. Sharing this response. I don't do politics, I don't do a lot of big, fancy words in a conversation, but I got this. What do you think?

While I'm on it, in case you hadn't heard, you can text "Haiti" to the American Red Cross at 90999, and $10 will be donated that will show up on your cell phone bill. In the past 24 hours, over $5 million has been raised. Please don't let this stop you - it's a drop in the bucket when you look at what's going to be needed over time. Also, Ree, at www.thePioneerwoman.com is doing a fundraiser. Leave a comment, and be entered to win a drawing for her to donate $500 to the Haitian charity of your choice. She's also donating $.10 per comment left, so go, help her do a good thing!

Seriously?

2010-01-12T20:13:00.002-05:00

Have y'all seen this article? Let me back up. I work in the financial industry. Here's the dirty laundry you're not hearing. Not all the institutions that received bailout money wanted, or needed it. But, the government didn't want people to know which ones were hurting, so they grouped a bunch up and said, "Here's how much you're taking. Not an option." As soon as we could pay ours back, we did. With interest. And fees. And all the extra's. Now, it appears that AIG, GM, and others may not be able to pay there's back. So, Mr. Obama, your solution to recoup the costs are to levy taxes and other fees against everyone who took the money??? Hold up. How is that any different than said "Big Evil Banks" giving a loan to a person with all the fine print, etc., that goes with it. That person pays it back early, paying all the penalties, and fees associated with it. Then, the bank says, "Oh you know, Mr. X over there didn't pay his back, so uh, client? Fork over some more dough." What. the heck. Seriously? Why is it wrong for banks to make money? They are a FOR PROFIT industry. If you don't like paying overdraft fees, here's a novel concept. Don't spend money you don't have. Don't like late penalty rates, and over limit fees? Pay your bills on time, don't spend more than what you have. Realistically, the majority of people never overdraw their account. A few will do it once or twice a year. A handful will repeatedly overdraw their account. Guess who's making the most noise? Ugh. I'm so tired of hearing about this. When you make bad decisions, there are consequences. If those are bad business decisions, than your business would fail. Some of these badly-run institutions need to fail. There are plenty of good ones that are eager and waiting to help people be financially sound and successful.

Getting off soapbox now. Thanks for reading! I'd love to hear your thoughts . . . . it's a pretty hot topic for a lot of people.

New Year

2010-01-08T12:47:00.002-05:00

Wow. I haven't been on here since October? How did that happen? Oh, wait, I know. Life. And, lack of something cohesive/funny/etc. to write about. However, lately I've had things in the back of my mind, and I've thought, "Ooh! I could blog about that!" So, since I have this here laptop (borrowed) fired up while here at work, why not give it a shot?

We had a major snowstorm blow through here about a month ago. In the past 3 years, we've had less than a total of 12" accumulation. It just doesn't snow. Evidently, Mother Nature didn't get the memo, because we got 24" at my house, in just under 24 hours. Snow! Yay! Fluffy white stuff! I'll try to get pics/video posted once I'm back on my own 'puter.

However. Did you know that snow as a kid, and snow as an adult are two entirely separate things? Shoveling all that, by yourself, not so much fun, really. I have a new respect for people who suffer a heart attack while shoveling. Ugh. I got enough dug out for my car, then made snow angels so the dog could have a place to do her thing, and called it good.

One thing I enjoyed (and benefited from) seeing was the people who were quick to help others out. We had well over 100 people stranded on the interstate. Fire and Rescue were doing what they could to take them food, water, and to shelter if they wanted it, but there were many ordinary citizens who made their way to incident command to see what they could do to take care of the rescuers. People were out shoveling out elderly people, or those who couldn't do it for themselves. Warms the heart, to know that there are still good people out there trying to take care of others, ya know?

Really. I'm getting back into this whole blogging thing. Are there even any readers still out there? Drop me a comment, say hi and smack me around a bit. See you soon . . .

Part Deux

2009-10-18T22:44:00.002-04:00

So, the next morning, woke up, thinking, "Wow, I need to get my oil changed before we head back to school." Then, "Oh my heck - I'm thinking about my oil being changed, rather than THAT." We went to Church, and I lasted through the main service before I was out of there. I couldn't take, not for another second, all the "oh poor Sheri" looks I felt like I was getting. I knew if one more person that I barely knew tried to hug me, I'd probably lose it. So Msh and I headed home. That's when the food started to roll in. What is it with people bringing food? But, I have to say, the things I remember liking the most? Canned drinks, paper products, and the AMAZING deli meat tray. Msh ran interference as people came in . . . since she REALLY didn't know anyone, she'd introduce them, and then smoothly pass it off to me. Girl was GOOD. Monday was spent running errands, placing an obituary, and calling people/answering the phone. And, I was amazed at the things people asked. One lady: Is there a viewing? Me: No, we didn't feel like that was what we wanted. Her: Oh, was he messed up really bad and so you can't? Uh, no, lady, I just think that's rather morbid!!! And, I had to laugh when the paper called to verify that he really was dead . . . they said that people place fake obits all the time!!

You know, I don't remember much about the service, except for a few things. One woman from my old work came, Bobby came, and Josh came. J., esp, I was amazed when he showed up. And, when I said that, he told me, "Baby girl, of course I was going to be here."

The service was a fog, and while I'm sure I went to the cemetery, I don't remember that at all either. Not a single detail. Was it sunny? Cloudy? Isn't it funny how we block those things out?

I became involved in EMS because I didn't ever want anyone else to wonder like I did. What if someone better, had gotten there faster? (The answer: Wouldn't have mattered) I remember getting a card from the State Trooper and being amazed that he would take the time to do that.

This is scattered. It doesn't do justice to what I wanted to write. About 3 years ago, I went to NC with Msh for a meeting she had. I took her car and went to the cemetery. Once there, I did something I hadn't done over the year: I simply cried. I got mad, I got sad, I laughed, and I just sat, until there was no more crying to do.

I didn't realize until this year, the 10 year anniversary, how cathartic that had been. And now, I'm being done with it and I'm going to go back to posting about funny things, trivial things, and that sort.

Kind of like the GI-NORMOUS deer that just scared the daylights out of me and my puppy. But, that'll be for another day . . .

10 years

2009-10-17T00:54:00.002-04:00

1a is probably not the time to write this and do justice to it, but it's on my mind.

See, 10 years ago, yesterday, my younger brother, and only sibling, was killed in a car accident. His name is/was Brad. How weird is that? If I talk about him like he's still alive, people think I'm nuts. The thing is, he is. I mean, someday I'll see him again, right? So how do I refer to him? Ugh. Anyway, let me recap what I remember.

That week was horrible for both me and Msh. In fact, on *that* day, I remember telling Msh that I didn't see how it could get worse. Yeah. Never say that. Anyway, for whatever reason, even though I had a car, Msh took me to work. I was working for the big Wally World, and had only been there about 3 weeks. I had been on the register for just a bit, when they came and got me and said I was needed in the manager's office. "Wow. What did I screw up this time?" I got there, and they told me I had a phone call. I know there were two people in there, but for the life of me, I can't remember who it was. Anyway, Dad was on the other line. "Hey, kiddo. We need to have a family conference." My first thought was, "What has Brad done now?" He then, "I need you to come home." Uh, yeah, no. School, work, life, I don't have time for NC now. "Get your things, come home. Bring church clothes." This was starting to worry me. "What happened?" "Just come home." And, the statement that cinched BAD for me. "Bring Michelle." He wouldn't tell me any more than that. When I hung up, I was starting to cry, and I asked the other girl, "Who is it?" At first she didn't want to tell me, but then she said, "It's your brother." And you know the absolute worse part? I was relieved. Wow. That was really hard to just type. Then, immediate guilt for thinking that. I tried to dial Msh, but my hands were shaking too hard. I remember one of the managers telling me that no matter what I needed, find a Wal Mart and they would take care of me - food, gas, whatever. The 5 hours home, was the longest drive I think I've ever taken. I knew, that whatever was on the other side was bad, but Msh and I joked, laughed, tried to talk about anything and everything other than the "what". I mean, it was my senior year of college - there was a lot going on! When we got to the house, every. single. light. was on. Every light. Closet, halls, you name it. Mom later told me that she kept going around trying to turn off lights, but Dad told her he wanted me to know that they were home. I think it was 10, or later. Anyway, Msh went into the other room while M&D and I talked. They then proceeded to tell me th at he had been killed in a car accident the night before. I reacted as you might think, and then, "I don't have any pantyhose for church!" Isn't it crazy what you think of? Anyway, off to Wal Mart it was. While there, Dad offered to buy Msh and I Dr Pepper. This was a big deal for me - and made me realize that things had just been knocked crazy - my parents have always been very anti-caffeine. Anyway, it was home, and then an attempt to sleep. I told Msh - I wonder how long it'll be before this isn't the first and last thing I think about.

Wow. This could be a long post, and a long story, and I'm going to apologize for it now - but I want to go through it - I want to write it down. So, for those of you who are more into happy, feel good, funny stories, maybe check back in a few days? Otherwise, more tomorrow. And, for my LDS friends/readers, it gets GREAT. I promise.

Product Awareness

2009-10-14T06:11:00.002-04:00

One of the things about myself that drives me crazy, is that I love trying new products. I mean really. Can I not just be happy with something? But, I'm convinced that the NEXT one will make my house spotless, my hair impossibly shiny, or my dog to have minty fresh breath. Occasionally, I manage to find such a product. I'm still completely in love with my Venus razor, only use Hellman's Mayonaise, and I adore Cover Girl's LashBlast mascara. I found a new one last night.

Dear Herbal Hessences,
You're cheesy commercials drive me NUTS. But I have to give you this. Your products smell amazing. The only problem, is that in the past, that's all they've done . . . smell good. But, with you're new one, you've hit it out of the ball park. Tousle Me Gently is the most wonderful stuff! It takes my just-past-wavy-not-quite-curly hair, and makes it non-frizzy, and hold it's shape through a whole day of running my hands through it. And after a night of sleep? Doesn't stick up everywhere! Finally. One that was blog-worthy!

Now, on another note. While playing last night, it was mentioned to me that "Send Me An Angel", yes, the cheesy 80's song, had been re-made. I You-Tubed it, and promptly visited Itunes. It's a rocked out version of the song, and it's fantastic. During the same download session, I picked up a couple of Jon Schmidt songs. Do you like piano music? This guy is amazing! I once linked to his Love Story Meets Vida la Vida, and I love his other stuff. Still, it's odd to go from an Alternative Rock song to a smooth piano piece. I guess that's just how it is, right?

2 more days . . . then I'm off for 3! I'm in my month of working no more than 4 days a week at the main job . . . vacation fell in just a way, along with other federal holidays. Wish me luck as I suffer through . . .

So There's This Guy . . .

2009-10-08T22:34:00.002-04:00

Isn't that how the best stories from me start out?

Anyway, there was this guy, let's call him Mr X. He was good looking, and in the 5 minutes I interacted with him, seemed personable enough. He ended up with my number, and we talked - a lot. I mean, a couple of times a day. After a week or so of conversation, he stated, "I know you don't talk to other guys, right?" Uh, right at this exact second? Nope. Red flag #1.

He was coming into town, and wanted to get together for dinner. I told him I'd see what my schedule looked like. Short end of the story, I couldn't/wouldn't make it work. My "insides" were telling me "eh, buyer beware". At first he was ok with it, but he laid a couple of guilt trips on me. Not so cool. Red flag #2.

He came in again a couple of weekends later, and was NOT happy to find that I was busy. Hey, between 3 jobs, volunteering, blah blah blah, what a shocker, right? He asked me to come to his hotel room . . . at 2am. Ok, lots of things I am, foolish, eh, not so much. So I declined.

I've tried to be really nice about being "unavailable", but it occured to me, you know what? Maybe you just need to tell him. So, I tried, in a text. Hey, I'm getting with the 21st century thing, and if he can badger me in texting, well . . . . Anyway. That, didn't work so well. So rather than text back and forth, I called him. "Look, I have a lot of stuff going on. A lot of baggage I'm working through, and quite frankly, I don't have the time or the desire to fit you into my life. I'm sorry, but I can't even try the whole friendship thing." Ouch. I really, really try not to be a harsh person. So what do I get for my trouble? He STILL won't go away!!!

I don't get it. I've noticed this in men and women over the years. Why is it, when people (and yes, Sheri, talking to yourself here!) treat you badly, flat out tell you to get lost, we still hang around? Aren't there ninety-bajillion people out there for us to get to know who might actually like our company? What's up with this?

Phone and Communication

2009-10-05T23:49:00.002-04:00

I have an Env Touch. Let me tell ya - it's been the best phone I've ever had. The only problem, you have to stand on one foot, twist your tongue a certain way, and it MIGHT actually charge. Turns out, the port is loose. Not a big deal, right? They sent me a new phone. Whoo hoo, and stuff. But, now I'm out the text messages I've been saving when I need a pick-me-up. And, I have to re-download my songs. And, I got a new Micro SD card I've been dragging my feet about switching. So, I get everything tranferred to the new phone. Great. Took about 2 hours. (4g, people). And, I emailed all 100+ messages to myself to save on my 'puter. And, I got the new spiffy protective phone covers on there just right. Then, I discover that the card reader doesn't work. Do what? Really? So now they are sending me ANOTHER new phone, and I can start all over. The good thing, they're going to credit me the cost of the new downloads, as well as send me a pack of the screen protective things. Verizon may not have the iphone, but they've got the service part down pat, and I lurve them for it.

Here's what I realized today though. Text messages, while good for a quick fix, not so good for durability. I keep re-finding a letter Brad wrote me while in jail 10 years ago, asking me to be a bigger person and to forgive S. Each time I read it, I get something else out of it. So, are we shorting ourselves by not taking the time to actually read a letter? I laugh when I get a snail-letter from one of my parents, because it usually has something pretty heavy/thought provoking in it. But, I save each and every one, carry them with me for a while, read, re-read, ponder, and then put it in a safe place.

On another note, I have what J. calls an "ear worm", this song that's stuck in my head. I'm not going to over-analyze it, and just share the lyrics. I love it!

Call Me - Shinedown

Wrap me in a bolt of lightning
Send me on my way still smiling
Maybe that's the way I should go,
Straight into the mouth of the unknown
I left the spare key on the table
Never really thought I'd be able to say
I merely visit on the weekends
I lost my whole life and a dear friend
I've said it so many times
I would change my ways
No, nevermind God knows I've tried

[Chorus]
Call me a sinner, call me a saint
Tell me it's over I'll still love you the same
Call me your favorite, call me the worst
Tell me it's over I don't wan't you to hurt
It's all that I can say. So, I'll be on my way

I finally put it all together,
But nothing really lasts forever
I had to make a choice that was not mine,
I had to say goodbye for the last time
I kept my whole life in suitcase,
Never really stayed in one place
Maybe that's the way it should be,
You know I've led my life like a gypsy
I've said it so many times
I would change my ways
No, nevermind
God knows I've tried

[Chorus]

I'll always keep you inside,
you healed my Heart and my life...
And you know I try

Where'd I Go?

2009-10-04T22:39:00.002-04:00

Yeah. My blog. I've thought about it.

The thing is, what's going on in my head, and my life, I don't know that I necessarily want the people closest to me to know. Isn't that crazy? I wouldn't mind writing and venting to perfect strangers, but I'm more afraid of being questioned/judged/pacified by those who I care about the most.

So, instead, let's go with fluff.

Our EMT team took 4th at State this year. Wow! Go us! I think it's pretty impressive. After Convention, I took this past week off. I didn't do anything, go anywhere, just had some downtime to think about what *I* want. Now I know, I have to figure out how to make it happen. Isn't that the hard part?

So, here goes. I'm going to work on getting things back in perspective, back on track, and back to blogging. I've missed you.

Crazy Life

2009-08-25T19:41:00.002-04:00

Have ya'll thought I abandoned my blog? Wowza. I had no idea that it's been so long since I've updated! This being blog-banned while at work, makes it a little more difficult to keep up.

So, what have I been busy with? Well, typically, August is my busiest month work-wise, and this month has been no different. My counterpart was on vacation for 2 weeks, which left everything for me to do. Great for sales, not so much for problems. And, last week I kept getting tough problems. That's one of the things I love though, in that it's always new things and other things to figure out.

I also had my health check up for work today. I didn't meet my goals, but I did make progress. The interesting thing is that my THS levels were out of whack, which could explain why I keep a headache and stay so tired. I guess I'm going to be making an appt. to see if I can figure out what that's all about.

I've had a few posts percolating in my head, so maybe I'll get those written and posted in the near future. I've been reading blogs, but have been slacking in comments. I'll be back, just give me til September . . . .

Friday Fragments

2009-08-14T07:35:00.002-04:00

Yay! Another Friday rolls around. This week has been CRAZY for me, seeing as one of my co-workers is on vacation. Man, do I miss her! Of course, I don't miss the great sales points for me, but there are times where it would be nice to be able to grab a drink or something.

While I'm ripping music, let's get to Friday Fragments. You know, those posts that just aren't long enough for their own post? Mrs. 4444's idea, and I love it.

I just noticed that Britney is limping something awful on her back leg. She had her ACL repaired a few years ago, and I am REALLY hoping that it doesn't need it again. Poor baby girl, it's awful getting old, isn't it!

My horoscope on Thursday said something about not reacting emotionally, to be logical and think things through. There's been a lot going on in my life, and I tend to be a pretty emotional person, so I've struggled this week I don't usually put a whole lot of stock in those things, but dang, did that one ever hit close to home!

I got a new mouse to play my game with. It is fan-freaking-tastic. And yes. I realize that if the most I have to be excited about in a week is a mouse, it is time to get the heck out of the County and go get into something!

My friend's husband is home. The official diagnosis? Rocky Mountain Spotless Fever. Scary stuff, but I am so glad that he's home, and that they have a name for the problem.

This week, I had someone fuss because I didn't punch holes in about 50 papers. Do you know how funny I thought that was? Really? You can't use a hole punch yourself? Wow. Just, wow.

Next week promises to slow down a little bit. Only one meeting, but I do have to get through this weekend, when I have racing tonight and tomorrow night at the Dirt Track. I love the track, but there's something just gross about coming home and washing a pound of red clay dust off!

I got my new Bluetooth Motorola Rokr earphones this week, and I love them! I've had a Bluetooth before, but with this one, since it is stereo, it makes it SO much easier to hear someone when I'm talking to them. Dang, now I'm the one getting old!

I better go get ready for the day. Come play with us!

Writer's Workshop

2009-08-13T07:36:00.002-04:00

Ok, I really haven't intentionally neglected my blog. It's just that I've had other more pressing things to do. I have a great Rant and Rave running around, as well as some observations about computers, but they'll have to wait. Today's post is for Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop.

1.) Your trip to the ER...spill it.

I have great ER stories, but for some reason, I think they mean when I was there as a patient. Since that's only happened once, here goes.

It was right after I moved into this house, and I was doing some light yard work. I had on tennis shoes, shorts and a t-shirt. The sidewalk was way overgrown, and I was trying to get some of the grass cut back. I didn't have a weed whacker or mower, so I was using scissors and hands. One clump of grass was pretty stubborn, so I was kicking at it trying to get it loose. I was suddenly startled when a stick, about 8" long and 1/4" in diameter suddenly punctured the toe of my shoe and entered my foot.

Now, being an EMT, you would think I would know better. The first rule of impalement's is to leave them be unless they are compromising an airway, but instinct won and I pulled that sucker right back out. Going in - shocking. Coming out - painful! And, I realized if I took my shoe off, my foot would swell, and I still had a dirty house, so I finished cleaning house and then called a couple of EMT friends over. One of them took my sorry tail over to the ED where I had to sheepishly admit that I was there for myself.

The nurses and doctor were awesome. They saved their snickers and giggles for the other side of the door. I had to have an IV, and did you know you get cold when those things run? After a couple of rounds of antibiotics, I was sent home.

My foot swelled up like a sausage, and I found myself out of work for a few days while I recovered. The end of the world? Nope. Embarrassing? Definitely.

What about you ? Come play with us!

Friday Fragments

2009-08-07T06:39:00.002-04:00

Ahhh, Friday. Finally. Although, I'm not AS excited about it this week since technically I'm supposed to be up bright and early tomorrow to help with the FD and a Pancake Breakfast. We'll see if that happens.

For now, however, it's time for Friday Fragments. Just bits and pieces that aren't enough for a post on their own . . .

First and foremost this morning, I'm sending happy thoughts to my BFF Msh, who's husband is mysteriously ill. He was admitted last night, and they're not really sure what's going on with him. Not the way to start the weekend.

Second, I think it's time to start tapering off the caffeine. Either that, or seriously say no to something. I'm pretty sure I'm working on the start of a lovely ulcer. At least it helps with the diet, right?

Have you ever had one of those days when everything you touched fell apart? Wednesday was like that for me. It seemed that I had only been doing my job for a day! I didn't have a clue how to do anything, and what I did do, I did wrong. Ugh. I'm glad that boat moved on!

I've kind of had a very short train running around in my head the past couple of days, and it's made it nearly impossible to focus on anything. So, I thought I would write a few of my thoughts down and move on. A short 4 pages later, and it didn't help. Now what? Any suggestions? The other part of that train is that it's wrecking havoc on my complexion. I hate that stress becomes so quickly visible. I think there should be something magical about your 30's that exempt you from things like that!

I suppose that's it for this morning . . . why don't you come play with us?

Rant and Rave Wednesday

2009-08-05T07:27:00.003-04:00

Wait . . . I saw this on a blog, and for the life of me this morning, I can't come up with it to link. So, if it's you . . . let me know and I'll fix it!

I don't have any pics to play with this early, so I figured I would try this one this week. Pretty self explanatory.

Rant: Idiots who fly up the interstate, and try to run everyone else off. I don't have a problem with you speeding - I don't usually run dead on the speed limit. But, when you run up on someone, swerve around them, run in the middle of both lanes, and then slam on your brakes in front of them? You are begging for an accident. And, let me tell you - you are NOT invincible.

Rave: The new song by Michael Franti "Say Hey". Have you heard it yet? You can't help but be happy when you hear it.

Rant: The first Tuesday of the month. It's chock full of meetings, and it is NO fun. Yesterday, I went from one from work straight to the squad meeting. I took enough time to let Britney out, exchange heels for flip flops and call it good. L O N G Day.

Rave: Verizon. Everyone I know that I love to talk to uses it, now including my BFF Msh. So, texts, convo's, everyone, unlimited. And, let me tell ya. That's a very good thing. I would be very broke if I actually had to pay for the minutes that I use!

Rant: Rude people. Case in point. "You need to XYZ immediately." There's no quicker way to get my bristles up, and to make sure that is the LAST thing that I'll be working on. The flip side? Next case. "Could you possibly have ABC ready in 24 hours? I realize it's a lot to work on, but it would be really great to have it." Guess which one was ready?

Rave: Fresh veggies. This time of year is so awesome, and every time I turn around, people are helping me/giving me yummy produce. Susan is going to the farmer's market today, so I'll have fresh corn tonight, and I gave Laurel the tomatoes my neighbor gave ME, and she's turned them into Pico de Gallo. I lurve me some summertime!

What about you? Any rants and raves to share?

Friday Fragments

2009-07-31T06:48:00.002-04:00

Yah! Hooray! It's FRIDAY! I am running on some major doses of caffeine, and I am so glad to have a couple of days coming up when I can sleep in. They are way overdue, I tell ya.

And, being Friday, it's time for Friday Fragments. All the schtuff that doesn't warrant a post by themselves. So, on to it . . .

Last Saturday I ran a squad call first thing in the am. I can't/won't say a whole lot about it, other than it was an interesting problem with some things that I had never seen before. Fun isn't exactly the right word, but it was good to step outside my comfort zone and experience some new things. I get awfully tired of, "I stubbed my toe - take me to the ER!" The joys of volunteerism.

Sunday we had our EMT competition. We're such sick individuals, that even if someone ISN'T hurt, we'll get together and see who can "fix" a pretend patient the best. Our team took second, and 1st for the year. Yay, us! Now, we just have state competition in September. And, it's at the beach. It's rough, I tell you.

This might turn into it's own post, but this week Msh and I were talking about relationships, and the development/maintenance of them. I discovered a quote, which I loved. It's, "The most beautiful discovery true friends make is that they can grow separately without growing apart.” Elisabeth Foley So true for us, and says it beautifully. She's the best thing I got out of my college education.

Speaking of Msh, Happy B-Day this week to the beautiful Savannah Marley - one year old, and walked the day before!

Yesterday was one of those where I was in a great mood, and everything went right. I commented that I hoped that something major bad wasn't coming, and Annette said that it was the Karma I was owed from all the car drama. Either way, days like that are very few, and I enjoyed every second.

Today, Laurel is bringing me sushi for lunch. It's already a good day, just because of that!!

Come play with us . . .

Writer's Workshop

2009-07-30T06:42:00.002-04:00

Ah, Thursday. One more day, just one more, if I can make it. And, I have a meeting tonight. Grr, because what I really want to do, is play my new 'puter game, WoW! My "friend" helped me with some add-on's last night, and that made all the difference. Basically, now instead of running around lost, I have a little arrow in the corner that tells me where I need to be going. Me likey!

So, very quickly, let's get to Mama Kat's writing assignment, shall we?

1.) Who made you red hot this week?

Um, yeah. Red hot? How about medium hot? That would be a situation, not a person, and I'm pretty sure that writing about it on here would make it MUCH worse, so, let's leave it at that. It's over and done with, and I won't make that, er, error, again. Moving on.

2.) A day in your life...recap.

Yeah, this should show how ordinary my life is. Get up, let dog out. Check email/blog, shower, go to work. Walk dog, attend meeting, pick one of the following: watch TV, Read, play on the computer. Talk to my "friend" fall asleep. Do it again tomorrow. Pretty exciting, eh?

3.) What decision are you having a hard time making?

Where to be saving some money. I know I can, it's just a matter of giving some things up. No fun. :-(

4.) How will you enjoy your last days of freedom (aka summer)?

I have another trip to the beach scheduled for convention with the Rescue Squad, and I hope to have another visit with above mentioned "Friend". I'd like for him to come here so this time he can meet more of my friends, but . . . his schedule is even crazier than mine!

5.)List your 7 most favorite summer items!

Flip flops. Corn on the Cob. Cut off shorts. Tank Tops. Bright pedicures. Popsicles. Ipod. Yeah, that about covers it.

What about you? Come play!

Tuesday

2009-07-28T20:27:00.002-04:00

I'm home, meeting done, and am now in the process of downloading a computer game. Yeah, and it's taking forever! I can't wait to play!

My "whatever" friend sent it to me. It's one that we can play online together, and it's actually a lot more fun than I thought it would be. I'm continuously amazed at how easy it is to just be me around him. The last guy I dated that I was really into, I felt like I was continuously working to be "good enough", and that more often than not, I didn't measure up. I just couldn't say/do/be the right thing. It's so refreshing, to just be me, and to have that be ok.

While I was in NC visiting, I made the comment that this game looked complicated. I suppose it's like trying to step in to watch K's kids . . . she makes it look easy, but that's because she added them, one at a time. The game is going to be the same way. But, what he said gave me more food for thought. He stated, and I'm going to sum it up, rather than word for word, but "When you say things like that, it makes me mad. You're so smart, and can do so much more than what you allow yourself. You need to really start using your head." He's the first person, outside of Msh and family, that has expected more out of me than what I expect myself. It's . . .disconcerting, but do you know how much fun it is for it to be OK to have my own opinion and thoughts?

We're up to 32% downloaded . . . I guess I'll go work on paperwork. Not nearly as much fun . . .

Saturday Wake Up Calls

2009-07-25T10:15:00.004-04:00

Want to see where my wake up call sent me this morning? Check this out . . .

Glasgow Volunteer Fire Department

On another note: I got my car back this morning!!! After getting a total of 3 ball joints put in, I took it again for another alignment. This time, I was told it needed control arms/bushings and a new lower A frame. Yeah, it's a foreign language to me, too. But, Daryl took it to a different place after he had checked it over good, and they aligned it, no problem. So, car is back, I am happy, and no more hoofing it to the building for calls. It's a GREAT Saturday morning!

Grateful

2009-07-23T23:15:00.002-04:00

I have to admit. This week I've been feeling awfully sorry for myself. I didn't want to leave NC and my friend there. I was very soggy, which is pretty out of character for me. I got back to work on Wednesday, and wanted to be anywhere but there. I really had to work to get my little "checks" for the day.

I've been having car problems. This week, I dropped it off after having it fixed again to finally get aligned. Yesterday evening I go to pick it up - no car. Not a big deal, I figured they didn't get to it, but it left me scrambling for how to get to and from work. Today, I was feeling a bit better about being back in VA, and called to see if I could pick up my car. Well, now there are additional issues that they just didn't see before. Huh? Yeah, someone is jerking me around (my other mechanics words), and I took it back to him to work on it tomorrow.

As I was walking home from his shop with my puppy, I was thinking, "Ok, we're not given more than what we can handle, but you know what? I'm there. I can't take anything else. I need some help here."

Here's the good part. Not 10 minutes after having that thought, this woman pulled along side me, and asked if I had a minute. My first thought was, "If this is an irate client, I'm going to tell her she's going to have to wait for 9-5". She then proceeded to tell me she was my neighbor from up the road, and her granddaughter had made me a card and had been carrying it for the past week or so to give to me. The granddaughter then handed me the sweetest note that said, "For our neighbor" and it had a cute drawing inside. I then started realizing how sweet life really is. Yesterday, my next door neighbors gave me some produce from their garden. When I thanked them, mentioning that my groceries were in my car, and I wasn't sure where that was, that the fresh stuff would be perfect for dinner, when I came home from walking Britney, there was a bag of groceries on my front porch.

Let me be clear how grateful I am for some of the most recent things I've realized. I have fantastic, amazing co-workers who have hauled me to and from work more times than I can count. They love my dog, even more than they love me, and I'm amazed by that. I have a mechanic that I trust that is within walking distance of my house. My washing machine is broken, but it's summer, and I can use the clothes line, and the laundromat, again, within walking distance. People wave at me as I walk with my puppy. Pick-up softball games happen at the ball field in town. I have neighbors, people who are aware of me, and notice me, and are kind to me. I have the best friends a girl could possibly want. I have a guy who expects more out of me than anyone outside of family has ever expected. You know what???

Life is SO good. What are you grateful for?

Monday after the Beach . . .

2009-07-21T22:56:00.001-04:00

Goodbye's suck.

That is all.

Monday

2009-07-20T12:38:00.003-04:00

Still at the beach . . . it's been a fantastic time. Quick recap:

Saw Harry Potter
Visited the Pier
Ate yummy Flaming Amy's
Played in the ocean
Ate yummy Tangerines
Had yummy Quesadilla's, or however you spell that!
Had yummy Low Country crab/shrimp stuff
Saw Transformer's
Ate yummy Sushi
Am in the process of making friends with the fabulous yet skittish Mr. Jim
Spent lots and lots of time with my fantastic friend. :-)

Iz has a happy. :-)

In my mind . . .

2009-07-15T23:26:00.002-04:00

I've gone to Carolina. Bags are packed, puppy arrangements have been made, car is rented, and I'm sure there are about 20 other things I'm forgetting. I've been running on 3-5 hours a night for the past week, so I fully anticipate a caffeine/sugar infusion to get down the road. Then, it will be 4 blissful days of no phone, no ornery clients, no tones in the middle of the night, just waves, sand, and happiness!

What's on the agenda? Well, Harry Potter, of course! Also, sushi, crabbing, a motorcycle ride, an evening watching the sun go down, and a myriad of other things I can't think of.

I'm so ready to be gone - not just to get down there, but I need a break from life. I feel like I am very close to breaking down and losing the filters that keep me happy, friendly, cheerful Sheri. It's time for a re-boot.

Until I return . . .

With a holy host of others standing round me
Still I'm on the dark side of the moon
And it seems like it goes on like this forever
You must forgive me
If I'm up and gone to Carolina in my mind

In my mind I'm going to Carolina

Can't you see the sunshine
Can't you just feel the moonshine
Maybe just like a friend of mine
It hit me from behind
Yes I'm going to Carolina in my mind

Two Truths and A Lie

2009-07-11T07:46:00.003-04:00

Mrs. 4444 has this posted right now, and I thought it looked like fun! She uses it as an ice breaker, and I'm going to have to suggest it the next time I'm stuck in a meeting where we use those. So, here goes!

1. I've ridden in a helicopter.
2. My best friend married my ex-boyfriend, and I was one of the bridesmaid's.
3. I'm adopted.
4. I have perfect vision.
5. It bothers me to open packages from the top. If at all possible, I'll open them from the bottom.

Ok, so which one is the lie? Here's a hint - 4 of them are truths! Let me know what you think!

PS - My BFF Michelle is having her first annual fund raiser for her non-profit, Unbridled Change today. She's being interviewed on live TV this morning, so keep your fingers crossed for her, ok? And, come visit us at www.unbridledchange.org and learn how she's changing lives!

Friday Fragments

2009-07-10T06:42:00.002-04:00

Good happy Friday to everyone! Right now I'm listening to one of my favorite Sugarland songs, "Come On Get Higher". Yes, I realize that the Matt Nathinson version is out there, but theirs is the first one, and I like it better. So there.

Since it is Friday, that means it's time for Friday Fragments - small posts that don't get their own, whole day. Gotta make it quick, because first of all,

Don't you hate it when you hit OFF instead of SNOOZE? Yeah, that throws things for a loop. Thankfully(?) I have a puppy who is a very early riser, and made sure that I got up, eventually. I hate to cut it close though!

This week, like the rest of the world, we were talking about Michael Jackson at work. Stacey was kind enough to demonstrate her MJ moves. She demonstrated all right, and I haven't laughed that hard in a very long time. I love that girl! Her "Whoo!" move? I don't even have the words.

Do you ever wonder what life would be like if you had a remote control, and could "Pause", or do one of those quick rewinds for the last 30 seconds or so that was amazing? I dreamt that I had one of those, and it wasn't anything like "Click", it was FANTASTIC.

Last Saturday night I had to dig out blankets - it got down to FIFTY! July? In the South? Oh man, it felt SOOO good. My electric bill is loving this weather, too!

When I went to my meeting this month, I had the privilege of seeing a Kobota tractor parked at Burger King. Heck, I guess everyone wants to have it their way! As I was trying to sneak a pic with my cell phone, this very nicely dressed businessman came out, got in, and drove off! I loved it.

This week I was sworn in as Secretary for the squad. Again. I did it for 3 years once, and you'd think I would have learned my lesson. Still, I've discovered that I miss being around, and am starting to get back into it. Paperwork, you are my albatross!

I finally sold Daisy! My poor Honda that had more issues than I do. I had bought it for $700 6-7 years ago, and sold it for $450. I'll take it! It's just enough to pay for the repairs to the Buick that need to happen. I go back to this quote: If it has tires or testicles, it's going to give you trouble. Still, I'm grateful to know someone who does very reasonable work, honestly. You don't usually find those two things hand in hand!

And, on that note, I've GOT to get in the shower. I'm not going to play next week, as I'm going to be following the Zac Brown song. "I've got my toes in the water, tail in the sand, not a worry in the world, a cold drink in my hand, Life is good today." BEACH, baby!

Come play with us . . .

Writer's Workshop

2009-07-09T00:01:00.000-04:00

Ah, Thursday. And, one week people, ONE WEEK until I leave for the beach! It's been a crazy week - car drama, good and bad, and I am SOOOO ready for sand time. Really. But, for now, it's time for Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop, so let's get right to it . . .

The Prompts:

1.) Tell us about a "dirt cheap" you've taken this summer.(inspired by Anti-Supermom)

I don't know about "Dirt Cheap", but I did find it fun, while my friend was up in May, to be playing tourist. It's been YEARS since I was at the Bridge for anything other than a squad call, and to actually go up and visit Foamhenge, rather than just drive past? Heck, I never even left my own county! Sometimes, I forget that I live in a pretty amazing place. Did you know Stonewall Jackson - THE Stonewall Jackson was born and is buried here? Huh.

2.) When I grow up I want to be like...(inspired by Jenny Says What?)

Wait - you mean I can still decide? Well, I want to be like my Grancy. She's 90 something years old, going on 21. In fact, every year she either goes up or goes down - so this year if she's going up and she's 23, then she'll be 24. She never turns 30, just starts going the other way. And, on top of that, she's a volunteer police officer, volunteers at the hospital, volunteers at the animal shelter - and I wonder why it is I can't say no to things? She's on the go all the time. I want to be just like her when I grow up!

3.) Describe a difficult moment that you survived.(inspired by Sarah M.)

Difficult moment. Wow. Do I go with something serious, or something snarky? I think one of the hardest things I've had to do, would be to sit with a college kid whose brother had just been killed in a car accident. I sat there with him while he called his parents to give them the news. My brother was killed in a car accident, and while I was dealing with a rush of memories from that, I was trying to keep on a professional face and help this kid. Hard? Not even a close enough word.

4.) List 5 things you like to do while camping...or 5 places you'd like to go.(inspired by Kisatrtle)

Let's see. Where would I like to go. Beach, ocean, beach, Caribbean, ocean. Maybe I better go with what I like to do while camping. Roasting marshmallows/hot dogs, making omelet in a zip lock bag, staring at the fire, sleeping under the stars, and playing in whatever body of water I'm near. Yeah, that about covers it!

5.) What are you paranoid about?(inspired by Melissa)

Ya'll might laugh about this one, but I'm paranoid about leaving things "on". I won't leave the house with the dryer running, or the curling iron plugged in, or even the window A/C units running. Uh-uh. Gotta shut them off! I know it's crazy, because I leave the refrigerator/stove plugged in, but . . . it's just one of those things!

Come play with us . . . .

Where were you?

2009-07-07T22:04:00.002-04:00

So, Mr. Jackson had the (almost) whole world watching today. I've read about the Internet nearly crashing over word of his death, but haven't heard statistics today. Not me, thanks to corporate people telling me that I had to be in a meeting this afternoon. Yay. And stuff.

But it got me to thinking. Some day, I'll say, "I was ____ when ____" and it got me to thinking about other BIG news moments, and where were you? I was alive when Elvis died, but I'm pretty sure I was more worried about a bottle or a diaper changed. I think the first big event I remember was when Challenger exploded. We weren't even watching it in Mr. Niven's 4th grade class, and the principal, Mr. Sorenson came knocking on each door, "Turn the TV on, the space shuttle just exploded." TV during school hours? I remember that!

Probably the next big event would be 9/11. I was working the 9-6 shift at Wal Mart, and the cute boy I'd been flirting with came in. "Did you hear a plane just crashed in NYC?" Like the rest of the world, we thought it was one of those freak things. Then, word started coming in of the second plane, and it because clear that life was about to quickly change. Wal-Mart started streaming the news on the TV's in the store, and most people were glued to that. Msh was living in DC at the time, and getting married in 4 days. I also called my parents, since they don't pay attention to news/websites, things of that nature.

Do you remember the first time you visited the Internet? I remember typing my papers on a typewriter! The first time I was on the Internet was in my Dad's office, and he was trying to convince me to try this strange new thing. The first time I used a chat room, I was 19 or 20, and at my friend Anthony's house. It was amazing. I think I was online til almost 4a! Email was this really strange creature my Junior and Senior years, and it wasn't a big enough deal to have it on the computers in the dorm rooms . . . I'd go to the computer lab for that!

Wow. Time sure changes! Now I have a cell phone, voice mail, 3-4 email addresses, Yahoo, MSN messenger, text messaging . . . I'm still wondering if communicating with someone is becoming a lost art. While going through some things, I found the last letter my brother wrote to me. He was in jail, and was writing me to ask me to not be angry with his fiance. I wonder if my feelings would be the same if I was re-reading a text message, or if I would have even saved it?

I'm kind of all over the place . . . lots to ponder on!

Happy 4th of July!

2009-07-04T09:30:00.001-04:00

This has nothing to do with the 4th, but this has got to be one of the luckiest brides! One of my favorite movies, and one of my favorite scenes! Thanks to Eyegirl for showcasing it first!!

Friday Fragments

2009-07-03T07:57:00.003-04:00

Good morning! And, Happy Friday! One day closer, is all I'm sayin'.

Friday means it's time for Friday Fragments . . . those little thoughts/mini-posts that don't hold up on their own. Since I have a lot to do today, let's get to it.

Saturday I again announced at the race track. I don't pretend I'm spectacular at it, but I enjoy it. And, I get to watch the whole race. The only problem is that I get caught up watching a battle between a couple of cars and forget that I really need to be watching the whole field! No wonder people like this race thing so much!

Also Saturday, I was supposed to help with a bucket drive for the FD, and then give blood. Well, since no one showed up for the bucket drive except for me and 3 other people, we called it off. I realized that some times, it's nice for something to fall apart. I suddenly had 2 hours free for ME!

My super friends who sent me flowers while I was at the beach brought back taffy . . . the REAL kind . . . from the beach. It was sooo fresh. I lurve my friends.

This week, I managed to catch up on all my DVR'd shows, and was stuck watching live TV. Do you have any idea how much commercials are boring?!?!? I purposely didn't watch any this week so I can have a cache to watch this weekend!

It's not secret that I have car issues. I've been driving an 88 Honda Accord that has . . . quirks. I was really excited to get my Buick back from my parents as Dad had told me, "It's in FANTASTIC shape." Yeah. Well, going to a call Sunday night for the squad, the ball joint broke! Here's the good part. The fantastic mechanic that came to look quoted me $150. It came in at $150 and change. That's my kind of an estimate. Still, I'm grateful that it broke 1) at about 10 mph, so I didn't further damage the car, and 2) it came to stop in an alley so I wasn't blocking anything vital. I'll be grateful for small favors . . .

I got so aggravated yesterday. It seemed that every call was, "Hi, are you open tomorrrow?" Hello people, it's the 3rd of July . . . NOT a federal holiday! Believe me, I wish we weren't, but since we are, I better go get put together.

Happy 4th of July, everyone! What kind of plans do you have? Me, I'll be racing, racing, and more racing!!!

Come play with us . . .

No good deed . . .

2009-07-01T01:01:00.000-04:00

Again, I was wondering what I'd post for my Wordful Wednesday's. Trust my dog to help me out . . .

Tonight, I had just pulled out the bread I made last night, and had a slice. I was checking my email, when the tones went out for more manpower for a call. So, I took off. Now, here's where it gets important.

I made it as far as my car, sat in, didn't get the door closed, when the crew advised they were ok. I came back in the house to find my dog high-tailing it to the bedroom. Want to know what she had managed to snag? Yeah, my FRESH home made bread!!! Of course, by that time I didn't want it, but I do find it humorous that she would stop and pose for a picture! She sure wouldn't eat it though while I was looking at her. She knew she was in trouble!!! Part of the joys of having a house dog . . . eventually, you share everything!!!

Want to come play with us?

6th Folder, 6th Pictures

2009-06-30T07:59:00.002-04:00

Oh, I'm probably going to get in trouble for this one!

I saw this on another blog this morning, and figured I would swipe the idea since I'm sitting here with a blank.

6th Folder (Work stuff), 6th Picture (from a celebration)

We were coming back from an evening across the mountain where we had gotten together with all our co-workers from other locations. They fed us well, and we might, might have been a little goofy on the way back. That's Laurel on the left, and Stacey on the right. Laurel is my walking buddy, and has an awesome sense of humor. Stacey, well, she's Stacey. I love the both of them, as they really make work a fun place to be!

Sunday night I ran a squad call. While turning the corner to go to the building, I heard this loud "Pop/Boom" sound. Not good. As I tried to pull away from the squad building, something was grinding/dragging, and the back wheel was all jacked up. I spent all day really worried about getting it fixed. One of my favorite drivers at the Drag Strip, also runs a repair shop here in town and he came to look at it. Turns out, it's a broken ball/joint. And, while not cheap, it won't completely break me to get it fixed. If it's not one thing . . . I was once told, "If it has testicles or tires, it's going to give you trouble." But, you know what? I've been pretty lucky when it comes to both. The mechanic told me I was really lucky that this didn't happen while I was flying down the interstate. I agree, isn't it amazing how things work out sometimes? Yeah, the car is broken, but only temporarily, and it happened at a time/place that was convenient, and didn't tear anything else up. Some days, it's really hard NOT to count your blessings!!

I'm reminded of the time that we had a huge tree fall on our roof when I was a teenager. It scared the daylights out of me! Dad came in, and the first thing he said was, "What a blessing." Huh? Well, it turns out that we had been needing the roof re-done, and now, insurance would pay for it! And, since Dad and some other men went up and removed the tree themselves, insurance paid for everything, no deductible.

I'm grateful that I'm watched over like I am . . . Hmm, not quite where I started off with 6/6, is it?

Donating

2009-06-28T20:02:00.003-04:00

Anyone who knows anything about me, knows that I have a hard time saying no. Well, saying no to volunteering, anyway. I love being able to help someone out. That's why I'm with the FD as their treasurer, the rescue squad, the cub scouts . . . I just enjoy it. Most of the time.

Another thing I do is give blood. It's kind of a joke. I tell people/organizations, you can have my time, you can have my blood, but you can't have my money! But, why give blood?

For one thing, it's quick. For another, it does so much good. There's always a need, and never enough. To people who say that they hate needles, well, yeah. I'm right there with you. Needles, not cool. And, yes, this is a bigger needle that they use. But you know what? It's over in less time than it'll take you to cook a frozen pizza, and it will literally help save a life. Guess what? I pass out, nearly every time that I donate. Many people have told me that they wouldn't do it. Why? Passing out isn't a big deal. You get hot, you get nauseous, you get uncomfortable. And, you save a life. I think it's a small price to pay.

This past Saturday, I was up for donating again. Except, this time, they asked me to give double reds. Basically, the way I understand it, they take your blood out, spin it around, take the red blood cells out, and put everything else BACK. Er, ok! Less volume gone means I won't keel over, right? Yeah, not so much. I got hot, I got nauseous, I got agitated, but at least, I didn't go out completely! And, the process was rather cool to watch! See?

Here's me, with the needle in. At this point, you don't even realize anything is going on. The needle is in, and it isn't even mildly uncomfortable.

Then, it goes into this spiffy machine. It's really quiet, and your blood is going on a really fast merry-go-round.

Then, here's the plasma/other schtuff, ready to be put back. And, interestingly enough, depending on what medications you take, changes the color of your plasma! Mine is slightly green-ish.

So, if you have the chance, the opportunity, please give. There's always yummy snacks, and a lot of times, you'll get a t-shirt or other trinket for your trouble. But, the best part . . . you have made someone else's life a possibility. Please.

Friday Fragments

2009-06-26T06:44:00.002-04:00

Good morning! It's finally Friday, but that doesn't mean a whole lot. I've got to be up at the crack of dawn tomorrow for several things. No rest for the weary, right?

Anyway, since it is Friday, it's time for Friday Fragments - those great posts that don't quite warrant a whole post, all to themselves.

While out walking with Laurel last week, she mentioned artichokes. After that, I couldn't get them out of my head, so I stopped by K-Rogers and picked a couple up. I justified the expense by saying if that was ALL I ate, then they weren't really that expensive, right?

I also discovered, last week, (Sorry, Mom) that for the low part of $90, you could get your more intimate areas adorned with genuine Swarovski crystals. Do say what? The worst part about this, is that if they are offering it, than someone is DOING it. People, say it with me. You are beautiful just the way you are. No bedazzling necessary, I promise! Yikes, and OUCH!

I had 2 patches of poison ivy on my arm. Now, I know I'm deathly allergic, so if at all possible, I avoid anything green and leafy. Turns out, giving my dog a bath, transferred the oil to me. Thanks, puppy.

Last weekend I again announced for the racetrack. How many different ways can you come up with, "around and around and around"? It got to be somewhat comical at times, but you know what? I loved doing it! Something different, and I'll have to put some thought into new and creative ways to say things.

I need to again tell L & K how much their gesture meant to me. Everyone likes getting flowers, but that they would think to even do it . . . . wow. I know I missed an incredible girls' trip. We'll have to plan something again for this summer. Love you guys!

At work, when things get stressful, or there's just down time, we tend to throw rubber stress balls at each other. I have horrible aim. Yesterday, I got one of those super lucky shots in, and hit the boss, dead on. Never mind that he constantly is throwing at us, he decided to seek revenge. While I was on the phone with a client, I lifted my Diet DP to take a swallow. BAM. Ball in the face/glass, and drink went ALL over me, my shirt, my keyboard . . . and it was one of those cute, light summer-y white shirts. So glad I wear a cami, but let me tell you . . . . revenge is SO best served cold!

And, with that, it's time to get ready for work. Won't you come play with us?

Wordful Wednesday's

2009-06-24T19:46:00.002-04:00

Wordful Wednesday's is for those of us who can't shut up about a picture. I didn't really have one this week . . . this morning.

Ok. So, remember me talking about how I really wanted to go to the beach and see Kenny Chesney with my friends? And that I can't go because work won't let me have the time off? I've been really bummed about it, and was trying to act like it was no big deal, I'd catch the next trip. But, it's been a big deal, and I've really been trying to be ok about it. They left today. I stayed at work. About an hour after they left, these show up.

Sorry it's blurry - I'm still getting used to the new phone camera, and I might have been just a bit teary eyed as I was taking it. See that note? It's from L & K, "Wish you were here". Wow. That made everything better. Not better like me being able to be there, but that they would think that much to do it. See, I knew how disappointed I was that I couldn't go, but for it to be that disappointing to them as well? There's this little Sally Fields part in me going, "They like me! They really like me!" Isn't that dorky? But, it made for an awesome Wednesday!

Come play with us . . .

Short Rant

2009-06-23T21:45:00.001-04:00

So, here's my short quick rant for the night.

Why is it that the part in Driver's Ed about "Yield the right of way to emergency traffic" is so freaking hard to understand?!?!? I mean, seriously. Stop, pull to the right, get out of the way. However, please use some common sense and do NOT stop at the top of a hill or in a curve where we can't see around you! Ugh!

The ironic thing? I have more people who pull out of the way when I'm NOT running red lights than when I am!!! What's up with that???

What about you? Do you always yield the right of way?

Friday Fragments

2009-06-19T08:31:00.002-04:00

Happy Friday, everyone! It's one of those gloriously lazy days where I don't have to be at work until 10. Yay, and stuff. It's almost worth having to work late. Hey, they're not called banker's hours for nothing.

Another thing about Friday, is that it's time for Friday Fragments. All those little thoughts/posts that don't stand up on their own . . . let 'em fly today!

First of all, I got my new phone last week. I'm usually in love with the latest and greatest, but let me tell ya'll. This one is fantabulous. I got the Env Touch, and it does everything I want and then some. Wondermous! Isn't it crazy what makes us happy? The only downside is that I think this age thing is catching up with me. I may actually have to read the manual for some of the gizmo's on it!

While I was at the Drag Strip last week, I flipped on the TV for some background noise. Patrick Swaze was doing his thing with Baby . . . you know, the dance that's done to the "Hungry Eyes"? All I can say is y u m m y. That's one of those movies that no matter what, makes you happy.

Last weekend, as usual, I headed down to the river with Britney. Here comes a couple of canoes, older people floating along. Except, the ladies didn't have tops. And things weren't exactly where they used to be. Oooo Kaaay. Sorry, but this isn't the kind of thing you see in Skeeter Flats. And then the guy stood up. Let's just say, I really hope they were using REALLY good sunblock!!

This week I also had my quarterly Skills Drill. And, I passed. By the skin of my teeth, but at least I'm off the hook for another 4 months. I hate those things. I know it's for a good reason, but I still stress myself out completely about it. I mean, I'm 33 and I still manage to have a friendly zit pop up to remind myself 5 days later. What's up with that?

Last night, Laurel and I were walking, and she mentioned artichokes. That's all it took, 'cause then I had to stop by K-rogers and pick a couple up. They were fantastic!

I'm now under 30 days til my beach trip. Excited is such an understatement! This upcoming week, some of my favorite friends are going to the Kenny Chesney concert. I can't go. I'm not going to go into why I can't go, but let's just say . . . . I still don't think it's fair! Still, I'm so excited for them, and I know that it's going to be one of those things that they will remember for years to come. Maybe I'll have to come home and listen to KC here at the house.

Come play with us . . . .

Writer's Workshop

2009-06-18T00:01:00.000-04:00

Ah, Thursday. You know what this means? If I can make it through today, it's going to be Friday again. And I need me some Friday.

It also means it's time for Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop. And, I love the idea of a bit on each prompt. Plus, less chance of my getting too emotional. I don't like to do emotional.

The Prompts:

1.) Grab your current read. Let the book fall open to a random page and share two “teaser” sentences from that page, somewhere between lines 7 and 12.(inspired by Heather)

Oh sheesh. Of course, the book I'm reading is at work. So, let's go with the Reader's Digest that just showed up, shall we? The recruiter leaned across the desk and whispered, "How'd you like to be a spy?" And now, be proud of me because I set it aside, and will read it this weekend while we're racing. 'Cause that's how I roll at the dirt track - cold drink, hot sun, and a great read!

2.) What do you aspire to be?(Inspired by The White House)

Hmm. Isn't it a bit past me deciding what I want to be when I grow up? How about this. I want to be the best that I can, at whatever I attempt. I want to put my best effort into everything. Some days I fall far short of the mark, but as long as I strive to do the best I can, isn't that ok? Someday, I'd like to make someone an awesome companion. But, I'll end with this quote: Someday, I hope to be as good of a person as my dog already things that I am.

3.)Share a piece of unsolicited parenting advice...only I'm soliciting it.

Oh wow. Well, since I'm not a parent, let's see what I can come up with. How about this. Next time you catch your kids making a disaster out of whatever it is they are, spend a moment and revel in it. There will come a time that you will miss the entire roll of toilet paper unrolled and dragged through the toilet, or the gallon of cooking oil spread out on the linoleum floor. Enjoy the journey.

4.)Tell us about your blogline...how long have you been blogging, when did you start, what were/are your goals for your blog, etc.(inspired by Corn)

I started my blog because I had things running around in my head that I wanted to get out. I wanted to have a place to share my random thoughts and experiances. A place where friends and family could do a quick check of where I am. Now that I've been blogging, I'm tempted to start another, anonymous one with some of the crazy, wonderful, humorous things that I've been through. We'll see if I do it . . .

5.)If you had 5000 dollars to give away or donate to a charity...explain what you would do with it and why.(inspired by Hallie's letter)

Oh, another easy one. See, one of my bestest friends has finally gotten her non-profit off the ground, and I'd sink every penny into it. Want to check it out? She's done amazing things for people who are really struggling, and had awesome successes. If you're in the Roanoke Valley area, and looking for an alternative to traditional office therapies, I can't recommend her enough. I'm so proud of her for making her dream a reality . . . it's been so much fun to watch her grow up!!

Come and join us - And let me know you've been here so I can come visit you!

Wordful Wednesday's

2009-06-17T07:59:00.002-04:00

I haven't played in a while, but that might have something to do with the fact that I haven't had time to TAKE pictures yet. But, since M&D left last week, I'm slowly getting my life back to me.

This first picture is of M&D, followed by me, Mom and Dad. One thing I realize as I go through old photos, is someone is always missing! It's one of the reasons I love the "Hold your arm out and hope you're not cutting anyone's head off" pose. These were taken at the overlook going to Richmond. Beautiful view of the Blue Ridge Mountains . . .

Then, of course, there's the random things you see while you're out and about. For some reason, I got a kick out of this license plate. I love it when you can just tell that someone has as great sense of humor!

Then, of course, is this last one. I think my parents had played with a Wii before at a church function, but they had never tried the Wii Fit. After creating profiles, they got to give that a whirl . . . here's Mom.

All in all, a whirlwind 2 day visit . . . and it was awesome!!!

Come play with us . . . .

Too much thinking?

2009-06-16T21:52:00.002-04:00

I have no idea when I post this, so forgive me.

First of all, PW finally posted a recipe I have no interest in: Gazpacho. YUCK! I've tried this, several versions, actually, and I do NOT like it. I do not like it Sam I Am. Ugh. I don't know why, but I really, really, really do not like it.

Have you figured out I don't like Gazpacho yet?

Ok, on another note. I'm listening to Josh Groban "Awake" right now. Have you ever been in that moment that you want it to last for absolutely forever? I have, two times that come to mind right now. Once, about a year or maybe longer ago, I caught up with a friend I used to know. I don't know what it was about the night, but I went to a party where he was. We sat out on the porch swing all evening, just, analyzing the universe, pondering the stars, the grass, the cricket that seemed to be drunk. And, about 4:45, when he told me that I was beautiful, I believed him. That's rare. I know I'm ok looking, but, I'm average. And that's ok. But for that one night, that one moment, I felt stunning. Beautiful. Above average. I knew when the sun would come up, the moment would be gone, and I'd not have that moment again. And, as I did the walk of shame up the sidewalk with birds chirping and the sun edging past daybreak, I was happy.

A month or so ago, I had another one of those moments. The night before my friend left, I realized how much I had missed having a friend who knew me, the real me. The me that had wandered down horrible fashion choice paths, who had seen me through my pressed-on nail phase, who had laughed at me, laughed with me, and held me through one of the most horrific events of my life. The friend that had seen me through so many firsts, the friend who gave me my first "relationship", and set the standard for the ones that followed. And, I fought tears. I thought about what color to paint my toes, I thought about the fact that my car should have the bug-b-gone wash in the reservoir, and I thought about organizing my junk drawer at work. It didn't work. I realized, at that exact time, that I would never have that exact moment again. It frightened me, it overwhelmed me, and, well, it felt like I was breaking. He left, and when he did, I felt like I did when DH left. My world tilted - I realized the balance had just been thrown off kilter, and that I wouldn't be able to go back to where I was 4 days ago.

It’s given me a lot to think about. If you could look into a crystal ball, and see your future, would it change the choices you make today? I was right about keeping a happy face, a positive attitude through everything . . . . life is better. Had I known a decade ago, I would have loved to have reassured the newly graduated Sheri that life doesn't turn out like you think it will. It's going to be better. You're going to be tested, you're going to learn things about yourself you never dreamed. You're going to hold a boy's hand while he calls home to give his mother devastating news. You'll fly in a helicopter. You'll travel halfway around the world. You'll have the best friends that your imagination can't possibly fathom.

You will love life.

What would you tell yourself 10 years ago? What would you like to be told 10 years from now?

The lyrics that prompted tonight's thoughts:
So keep me awake to memorize you
Give me more time to feel this way
We can't stay like this forever
But I can have you next to me today

If I could make these moments endless
If I could stop the winds of change
If we just keep our eyes wide open
Then everything would stay the same

Too much thinking?

2009-06-16T21:52:00.000-04:00

I have no idea when I post this, so forgive me. First of all, PW finally posted a recipe I have no interest in: Gazpacho. YUCK! I've tried this, several versions, actually, and I do NOT like it. I do not like it Sam I Am. Ugh. I don't know why, but I really, really, really do not like it. Have you figured out I don't like Gazpacho yet?Ok, on another note. I'm listening to Josh Groban "Awake" right now. Have you ever been in that moment that you want it to last for absolutely forever? I have, two times that come to mind right now. Once, about a year or maybe longer ago, I caught up with a friend I used to know. I don't know what it was about the night, but I went to a party where he was. We sat out on the porch swing all evening, just, analyzing the universe, pondering the stars, the grass, the cricket that seemed to be drunk. And, about 4:45, when he told me that I was beautiful, I believed him. That's rare. I know I'm ok looking, but, I'm average. And that's ok. But for that one night, that one moment, I felt stunning. Beautiful. Above average. I knew when the sun would come up, the moment would be gone, and I'd not have that moment again. And, as I did the walk of shame up the sidewalk with birds chirping and the sun edging past daybreak, I was happy. A month or so ago, I had another one of those moments. The night before my friend left, I realized how much I had missed having a friend who knew me, the real me. The me that had wandered down horrible fashion choice paths, who had seen me through my pressed-on nail phase, who had laughed at me, laughed with me, and held me through one of the most horrific events of my life. The friend that had seen me through my first taste of alcohol, the friend who gave me my first relationship, and set the standard for the ones that followed. And, I fought tears. I thought about what color to paint my toes, I thought about the fact that my car should have the bug-b-gone wash in the reservoir, and I thought about organizing my junk drawer at work. It didn't work. I realized, at that exact time, that I would never have that exact moment again. It frightened me, it overwhelmed me, and, well, it felt like I was breaking. He left, and when he did, I felt like I did when DH left. My world tilted - I realized the balance had just been thrown off kilter, and that I wouldn't be able to go back to where I was 4 days ago. It’s given me a lot to think about. If you could look into a crystal ball, and see your future, would it change the choices you make today? I was right about keeping a happy face, a positive attitude through everything . . . . life is better. Had I known a decade ago, I would have loved to have reassured the newly graduated Sheri that life doesn't turn out like you think it will. It's going to be better. You're going to be tested, you're going to learn things about yourself you never dreamed. You're going to hold a boy's hand while he calls home to give his mother devastating news. You'll fly in a helicopter. You'll travel halfway around the world. You'll have the best friends that your imagination can't possibly fathom. You will love life. What would you tell yourself 10 years ago? What would you like to be told 10 years from now? The lyrics that prompted tonight's thoughts: So keep me awake to memorize you
Give me more time to feel this way
We can't stay like this forever
But I can have you next to me today

If I could make these moments endless
If I could stop the winds of change
If we just keep our eyes wide open
Then everything would stay the same

Monday . . . again

2009-06-15T21:13:00.002-04:00

But, only 4 more to get through until my beach trip. See, I break things down into manageable time frames to get through. So, 4 more Mondays. 2 more paychecks. This is doable. I am so freaking excited it's not even funny. And no way I want to admit how excited I am. I mean, that's not cool, right? Girls are supposed to be aloof, eh, whatever. I'm so sick of playing by the rules. You know, don't be too interested, don't say what you're really thinking, play coy, don't be too excited. Forget that! I am excited, I've said how I feel, I've been open about what I want, and daggnab it, I'm almost giddy. So there, rule book.

Let's see. How was my weekend? Well, since my washing machine is on the fritz, myself and 80 quarters made our way to the laundromat. At least I can do all the loads at once and be done in just over an hour, right? Well, yeah. Not so much. The high efficiency washers? Not so efficient when the idiot before me used too much soap. Directions people, follow them. I had to wash my clothes 3 seperate times. Because I had to wash them 3 times, I had to get more quarters. By the time I got back from the fabulous Grocery Express, the people before me who washed 4 loads managed to turn 4 loads into 15 dryers worth. So I waited. And waited. And, 4 hours after going down to do laundry, I finally got everything dry but the towels. Stupid laundry.

I had an observance last week. I've gotten into the bad habit of driving with my knees. Save the preaching, I know it's a horrible idea . . . right up there with eating yogurt, while applying make up, brushing my teeth, and texting. Yes, I've tried various combinations of the previous and know how crazy it is. Yes, Dad, I'll stop. When I was a child, I remember seeing my Dad driving with his knees. He told me then that "When you've been driving as long as I have, then you can drive with your knees, too." I think I've now been driving as long as he had been at that point. The problem? Now Dad's been driving longer and realizes how crazy it is to do something like that, and now, not so happy about me driving without hands on the steering wheel. There's a lesson in there somewhere . . .

I've been trying to help Msh come up with some inspirations/heart string pulling quotes, and music to go along with them. So, now I'm listening to Josh Groban. That music, it's good for the soul. Do you have any quotes or musical suggestions? Any help is appreciated . . .

Friday Fragments

2009-06-12T21:21:00.002-04:00

Happy Weekend, everyone! Guess what? I am now one week closer to my beach trip! Geez, y'all are going to be so sick and tired of hearing about it by the time it gets here . . . . but I'm not gonna apologize. It's my blog!!

Anyway, since it IS Friday, after all, that means it's time for Friday Fragments. Go here for the rules, but I'm sure you get the idea.

This past weekend was the Annual Motorcycle at the Natural Bridge Dragstrip. I have nothing against bikes, have even enjoyed a ride on one, once, but a lot of these guys . . . more money than sense. Anyway, this year they had the bikini contest. Let's just say, there's not enough money for me to get up and do that . . . and those girls did it for a measly $200. Come on ladies, have some self esteem!! You're worth WAY more than that!

I also got to announce for the Natural Bridge Speedway Saturday, and I had a blast! I was really worried I'd say something bad wrong, but I only had minor issues. Nice to get to do something out of the ordinary now and then . . .

Sunday I went to a baby shower for my friend's step-daughter. The SD brought her pet bunny to the shower. Is that weird to anyone else other than me?

Britney decided this week she is done with having her undercoat. How is it possible for one mutt to shed so many small furry mammals???

Mom and Dad visited this week. I introduced them to the Wii Fit. It was awesome.

Survey of the week: Toilet paper. Should it go over, or under the roll? I'm one of those that's just happy to find it present!

While in Richmond with M&D, I was attempting to surf on his laptop. All my favorite sites, including my own blog, were blocked by his K9 software. I learned that I do NOT do well when suddenly unhooked from data!

I've been eligible for an upgrade on my cell for a while. I decided to hold off, because there wasn't really anything out there I was loving. Then, I saw the Env Touch. Ooooh. I've loved my Voyager, but it's pretty scratched up. Imagine my pleasure at finding that I could upgrade for FREE yesterday! The Touch came today, and I am madly in love.

Last night we had a squad call for a wreck. It was pouring down rain. I figured not many people would want to go out in the toad strangler, so I went. I got soaked running from my car to the unit. While enroute, the FD informed us, no injuries. So, we had to go, get refusals from 4 people, in the rain, then come back. On our way, we had another wreck to attend to, and during that, I managed to drop my phone and it slid under the console in the new truck. Removal of many screws later, and after contorting myself into strange positions, I was able to retrieve said phone. And I still had the uber-hot look of a drowned rat.

Now, I'm going to go get some sleep. It's been lacking this week. Won't you come play with us?

Writer's Workshop

2009-06-11T22:02:00.003-04:00

Ok, eventually I'm going to get caught up and do this in the MORNING of Thursday. However, I have a great excuse this time. At 3:30 this am I was up and getting ready to drop my parents off at the airport. So there.

And, before I get started, Life As Eye See It has bestowed upon me a bloggy award! I think I've gotten one award before, but maybe not. So, THANK YOU! Yay! Someone out there is reading this!

The only problem is this . . . it's way past my bedtime, and I'm currently soaking wet from the squad call in the rain I just ran, so . . . if you're reading this, I've probably read your blog, and I'd love for you to take it as well! Comment away and let me know you were here, and I'll follow away!

Now, on to Mama Kat and her Writer's Workshop . . . This week I'm again going to try to write a bit on each prompt. Here goes!

The Prompts:

1.) Describe something someone has done to make you feel special.

Oh, that's an easy one. My 2.0 friend sent probably the sweetest text message to me, and then followed it up in a conversation. It seemed very heartfelt and sincere, and gave me all kinds of warm fuzzies. Isn't it amazing how a simple, genuine compliment can make your whole week?

2.)Name your current addiction...we can get through this together.

Again, easy! Last night I was in the hotel room with Dad's laptop. And, Facebook and Twitter were both blocked! I couldn't believe it! How the heck am I supposed to de-connect at the drop of a hat like that? I couldn't even post to my blog! I love my digital fix . . .

3.) What have you been busy doing that's keeping you from updating your blog? How hard is it for you to get back into the swing of blogging when you take time off?

Family visit! And, I'll take that any day. Face to face time is very limited, so I enjoy it whenever I can. I find that getting back into the swing of things is easier with "assigned" days such as this one.

4.) Write a letter.

Dear friends of mine that are going to the concert that I can't attend.

I feel like time with you all is finite, and that memories such that you are going to create are priceless. I don't think any of you know how much I wish I was going to share in those memories. What an adventure, and I am so envious. I hope each of you knows how precious you are to me, and how much I treasure each and every laugh and tear that I get to enjoy with you. Maybe you can call me a time or two? And, I still want a girls adventure this summer! :-)

5.) Where would you like to be?

Beach. Beach. Oh, and did I mention, the beach? Ok, if I can't have the beach, I'll settle for my bed. That's a quick and easy fix!!

Come play with us . . .

Tuesday with Company

2009-06-09T08:38:00.002-04:00

Right now, my dog is doing her "I'm Mad At You" move. This means she is belly flat against the floor, head between her paws, pressed on the ground, glaring at me. See, she saw me get up and start getting together for the day in shorts. Usually, this means we're headed out the door. Then, to make matters worse, I handed Mom my keys. Shorts and jingly keys? We're outta here! Er, not so much. So, now she's mad.

M&D got here last night, and it was WONDERFUL to finally get hugs! Those tend to get to be in short supply. Britney's great at cuddling, but not so much on the hugs. I think they brought the Texas heat with them, 'cause I about roasted last night.

Not sure what all we are going to get into today, but at least we'll be doing it together. They brought a bunch of stuff for me to go through as well as store for them while they figure out what and where they are going to be. Of course, we do need to get the Buick inspected today, so at least there's a trip to Lexington at some point.

And now, I think I'm off to make some PW pancakes. Life is good . . . .

Sunday Evening

2009-06-07T20:43:00.004-04:00

And I can't wait. For what, you ask? My parents will be here tomorrow! I'm so excited to visit with them. I've been way over due for a hug from them. For the past 8 years or so, they've been missionaries. Argentina, Africa, and then Houston, so face to face time has been extremely limited. I'm sure Verizon hates me with the whole mobile to mobile thing. My house is as clean as it's going to get. I could clean for the next week and not have it clean enough for me to be happy, but I'm ok with where it is.

Saturday night I was SO tired that I couldn't fall asleep. Then, I woke up, wide awake, at 4a. I couldn't tell you why. Then, last night, well, the blog isn't the place for it, but lets just say, I'm thinking that life is pretty freaking fantastic.

Here's the thing. Now I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. What's wrong with this picture? I can always get 2 out of three. House is good, job is good, boys are stupid. Boys are awesome, house is good, job, blech. You get what I'm saying? But, this week I was informed that 1st quarter I was ranked awesomely, my house is in pretty daggone good shape, and the boy? Iz has a happy. And that's all I'm going to say about that!

Bonus points to those who can point out the "Iz haz a happy" reference . . .

Today I got to spend the day with Annette, as she hosted a baby shower for her Step Daughter. And, even better than that, I got to "see" her son, Sidney, who is currently stationed in Iraq as he chatted on Skype with his beautiful, smart, funny girlfriend, Katie. Sidney? Boy, you better not screw this up . . . she is WAY too good for you!!!

How was your weekend?

Friday Fragments

2009-06-05T08:24:00.003-04:00

Good Friday morning! I'm another day closer to my beach trip and visiting my 2.0 friend. In case you can't tell, I'm really excited about it. Since it's Friday, that means it's time for Friday Fragments - those posts that aren't really enough to stand up on their own. Let's get to it . . . I do have to go to work at some point this morning!

I've had several melancholy moments this week, which makes no sense, but did you know that Kenney's music is great for it? Last night I was listening to "I Can't Go There", and realized that there are some things, some places, I just can't go. The most ironic one? I don't eat lasagna. It was my brother's favorite dish, and ever since he died, I can't eat it. I get choked on just a bite. Isn't that weird?

Have y'all checked out last.fm? You type in the name of a band, or singer, and it'll play music by/inspired by them. I have a serious love affair going on. Last weekend I typed in "Steve Perry", and go awesome arena classic rock. You've got to check it out . . .

Working up at the track on the weekends is almost the only son that I get. Now, I usually have 2 colors, red and white. Saturday night I was excited because I actually had a tan line from my flip flops! I was rather upset to get in the shower and watch it wash away . . . evidently, I had a red clay tan from the race . . .

This year, critters seem to be worse. I had a weird spider/jumpy thing in my bedroom that was too quick and got away from me. The next night when I saw him again, I didn't even try . . . I sic'ed my puppy on it . . . she got him with one paw swipe!

Speaking of critters, when I was out walking with Laurel this week, we were hoofing along when I suddenly realized that the stick just moved. Have I mentioned how much I hate snakes, too?? Ugh.

I used some new Bath & Body Works lotion last night on my poor shoulders. All night I kept waking up thinking, "Wow, what is it that smells so good?" For the record, Chocolate Amber smells way better than it sounds!

Tonight will be the Drag Strip, tomorrow the dirt track, Sunday, a baby shower and then it's MONDAY! Want to know why I'm excited about Monday? My parents are going to be visiting!!! They've been missionaries for the past 8 years or so, and face to face time has been very limited. They just finished 2 years in Houston, TX, and are coming to visit for a couple of days. Yay!!!

Now, off to work. Come play with us . . .

Writer's Workshop

2009-06-04T06:32:00.002-04:00

Good morning! I'm thinking that caffeine this morning is going to be an absolute necessity. Last night I went to Cassidy's birthday party, and then on the way back, we stopped at a couple of stores. I've been trying to save my pennies for my beach trip, but I just couldn't pass up this amazingly comfortable pair of flip-flops (hey, I need those for the beach, right?). Then, we passed a display of those trendy maxi-dresses. I love the look, but had wondered how one would look. Don't do that. Don't try on things you're curious about. I love the dress. It's going to be perfect for a beach getaway. Cool, breezy, and can double as a swimsuit cover up. Yay!

Ok, so it's Thursday, which means it's time for Mama Kat's writer's workshop. And, it had never occured to me that I could write about MORE than just one prompt! So, I'm going to follow her good example, and try to briefly answer each one.

The Prompts:
1.) If you could cut back on something in your life that takes up your time what would it be? And what would you prefer to spend that time doing?

This is easy: I'd learn to say no. For example, I'm treasurer of the FD, because there's no one else who's willing/able to step up to the plate. Cub Scouts just ended, but I've picked up being secretary for the Rescue Squad. Again, something I'm going to enjoy doing, but . . . How would I prefer to spend the time? How about reading, relaxing, keeping my house clean on a regular basis!

2.) Share a recent adventure you had with a friend.

I'm going to go with when my friend came to visit. Any time the consumption of raw eggs comes into play, it's an adventure. See this post for more details!

3.) Describe a memorable gift. Why was it important to you?

Two come to mind. One would be the digital frame that Karey gave me. I get compliments on it every single day, and it's a daily reminder of the adventures I had when I went to Africa. Along the same lines . . . Karen had me pick my top 100 pictures from there and got them developed. Then, out of those top 100, she picked 9 to do a photo collage for me at Wal Mart. A very inexpensive, and yet very thoughtful, gift.

4.) If you could change career paths now and be anything you wanted to be...what would you be and why?

Again, easy. Paramedic. I love helping people. However, I don't want this enough to give up the career I currently have and love to go back to school.

5.) Kim's email: In the St. Louis News-Dispatch paper, they had an article of a man who wrote his own obituary before his death, and gave it to his sister to post when he died. He summed life up in 45 words. Do the same.

I don't know so much about an obituary, but how about an epitaph? "She made a difference, and will be missed." Nothing fancy, but it's one thing I really want . . . to know that it mattered that I was here.

Ok, so now it's your turn. Come play with us!

Theft from Mama Kat

2009-06-02T07:56:00.002-04:00

I didn't play along with the Writer's Workshop last week - just too much other stuff going on. I'm going to play this week, but in the meantime, I'm going to put my post up now.

1.) What is your life's anthem? You know...that song that is ALWAYS in your head. The one you'd go to sing first if someone told you to sing a song right NOW. What is it and what does it mean to you?

I'm kind of random that way. There's usually something floating around in there, and I come up with some strange things. The other day it was "Leavin' On A Jet Plane", but I think that was because I was thinking about Mom and Dad leaving. More often than not I catch myself humming the Smurf song, but I don't think that's a good theme song for my life, either.

Instead, the song that takes me back to really happy times is Bryan Adams, "Summer of '69". I wasn't even born in 69, but the idea of the song works for me. When I hear it, I'm instantly transported back to being 17. 17 was wonderful. I had more of a handle on this whole dating thing, I'd been driving long enough it wasn't new-new any more, and I had my first "boyfriend". He would pick my and my at-the-time BFF up, and we would ride to the lake in the back of his truck. His family had a lake house that I always enjoyed going to. What is with me and water, anyway? She and I would have our traditional meal of a Black Cherry Mystic Juice, and a Slim Jim. Even now, I can feel the sun, feel the wind whipping through my hair. I had no real problems, and it's easy for me to slip back to that happy feeling while I hear the song play.

Isn't it crazy how quickly a song can transport you back to a single frozen moment in time? There are some songs that I just do not listen to - the memories they conjure up are too painful for me to think about. "Who You'd Be Today" by Kenny Chesney is one of those - I just can't do it.

What about you? Is there a song for you? What's the memory that goes along with it?

Better Communication?

2009-05-31T19:36:00.002-04:00

You know, when I was a teenager starting out in the dating world, I thought it was awful. It was so hard to figure things out. What if he called and someone was already on the phone? Would he try back? What if he had called and we had just left?

Now, it's a whole other ball game. I have home/cell/work phones, all with voice mail, caller ID, and call waiting. I also have text messaging, a blog, MySpace, Facebook, and yes, I Twitter. You know what? If he doesn't call, it means just that . . . he didn't call, and I know he didn't try to call.

Before you go getting carried away, this isn't about some guy in particular. A friend and I were talking about it earlier today, and so it's just been on my mind. I guess it was about 2 years ago, since it would have been right before M&D left for Texas, that I got a text message asking me to a concert. Do what?? Seriously? I'm as forward minded as the next girl, but please . . . at least pick up the phone, and call!! I promise . . . girls don't bite. Well, we might nibble a little, but we don't bite!

What do you think? Has technology made relationships better, or are we using the added tools as crutches to prevent meaningful connectivity?

Friday Fragments

2009-05-29T08:38:00.002-04:00

Yay! Friday is here! While this means I'm now one week closer to my beach trip, it also means that it's time for Friday Fragments . . . short thoughts and posts that don't warrant a whole things by themselves. Shall we get to it?

First of all, I have to start with this, because I just found it. But, isn't this amazing? I have a secret - I love classical piano, and this guy is just amazing. What do you think?

We had one of our big races this previous weekend. Did you know that spending an additional 2 hours in the sun CAN make a difference in how red you get? And as someone who is dark haired/pale skinned, it can make a REALLY big difference? Er, oops.

This week was also the last week of Cub Scouts for the summer. I feel guilty for saying it, but I am SO glad we are done. It's another night of the week that I have back for myself. I'm getting so tired of doing everything for everyone, and scrambling to take care of me. I know it's a burn out thing, and I just need to get over it, but . . .

I miss my friend.

KR is looking at putting together a quick girls trip to the beach for the Kenny Chesney concert. I've seen him in concert before, and he puts on an amazing show, but I'm more looking forward to the quality time/memory building with my friends . . . I hope it all comes together.

Found out my neighbors killed a copperhead in the road in front of my house. YUCK! I don't do snakes and other creepy crawlies.

I'm running on empty when it comes to fragments this week . . . Mrs. 4444, I'll try to do better next time!

Wait . . . Wednesday?

2009-05-27T20:54:00.004-04:00

How the HECK did it end up being Wednesday already? I'm confused. On one hand, time seems to be d r a g g i n g by, because there are a couple of big things I'm looking forward to. On the other hand, how is it suddenly Wednesday?

I've been wanting to share some of my adventures from last week, and just didn't have time to do them justice. Well, now I'm going to make the time!

An old friend came up from NC last weekend. This is a person that I knew waaayyy back when I was 17, and have drifted in and out of contact with since. The last time I saw him was the day of my brother's funeral. Strange, I can't remember much past the opening music, but I do remember how I felt when I realized that he was there. Completely overwhelmed. I still remember what he said when I told him I couldn't believe he was there. "Baby girl, where else would I be?" Anyway. I digress.

He found me on Facebook, and long story short, ended up here last weekend. So, a full decade since I last saw him. And you know what? He's like a version 2.0. All the stuff you loved the first time around, just improved. It was awesome. Pictures? I thought you would never ask!

Monday, I took him to the Bridge. Come on, the county is named for the place, so of course we had to go visit. It's unique to us, so I wanted to show it off. It was a beautiful afternoon, and I loved the stroll up to the waterfall. Minus the giant bug trying to munch on my neck, it was . . . memorable.

He kept bragging about what a fabulous cook he was, so I figured it was time to have some proof. After a decidedly domestic trip to K-Roger's, we came home and I was banished from my own kitchen. Believe me, it was SO worth it. See?

Grilled chicken with homemade Tzatziki sauce, Greek salad, Cous-cous, and grape leaves. Slurp. There wasn't any left to be shared with Britney!

Here in my fabulous county, we have an interesting artist. He does fiberglass creations for zoo's, etc. Spare creations have a way of finding their way into the public. Us county-ites are rather used to is. Superman on top of the courthouse? Mr. Cline's been at it again. Hippopotamus in that yard? No big deal. One of my favorite "creations" is Foamhenge, about 10 minutes from my house. I mean, seriously? It's awesome - So, of course we had to stop in and take a look. Here's me, at Foamhenge . . .

After visiting Foamhenge, we were off to catch up with Michelle, Henry and the little girl. My friend had wanted to introduce me to the magic that is sushi. I really wanted to like it, since it was obvious he was crazy about the stuff, and to myself, I vowed to at least try everything that was put in front of me. We started easy, with seaweed salad, and graduated to spicy tuna (yumm!), and my personal favorite, the "Best Friend". I think that was spicy tuna with shrimp tempura. I think. I tried the baby octopus (again, yum, if you can get past the fact that it's, well, baby octopus). Then, came this:

Whoa. Yeah, raw. And you know what? Amazingly delicious! I loved it. I had been determined to *like* the sushi, even if I didn't, and I really did. A lot. But, since I've done crazier things to impress boys, when I learned that he hadn't even tried the next dish, and since my dear, sweet, best friend's husband was pushing for us to try, I had to give it a go.

Yeah. That's a raw egg. Quail, to be exact, served on roe, wrapped with seaweed. And roe, for you non-sushi people? Fish eggs. I only ate/choked down one, and the taste was actually good. Texture, not so much. But you know what? I went from beginner to advanced in one seating, and I can honestly say, been there, done that, and I don't have to do it again!

As far as visits go, it was awesome. And, I can't wait for the next one . . . . catch up was fantastic!!!

Memorial Day Monday

2009-05-25T20:22:00.003-04:00

It's Monday. It's evening, and it's pouring down rain. You know what I did today? I walked my dog. I did laundry. I sent flirty messages on my phone. But the most important thing I did?

I thought about Sidney. I thought about him, over in the sandbox, doing his thing because he believes in it. And, I thought about how he doesn't tell him Mom the big parts of his job, because he doesn't want her to worry. I thought about his girlfriend, Katie, and how they are so excited to get back to each other. It's thanks to people like Sidney, that I get to sit on my front porch and listen to the rainstorm.

A year or so ago, I had the privilege of attending a funeral at Arlington National Cemetery. The sky was crystal blue, a balmy 75 degrees - comfortable, for September at our nation's capital. I watched as a good man, a good soldier, a loved man was put to rest with all the pomp and circumstance that he deserved. Not only that, but I was able to walk, briefly, and see the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. Everyone should have the privilege to see the sacrifice that has been made for us.

To all the active military people, to the retired, the deceased, all of them. Thank you.

Better Memories

2009-05-22T22:36:00.003-04:00

So, I'll post more about some of my adventures this week, along with pictures, but here's my thought for today.

There's an episode in S&TC where Carrie is dumped on a Post-It note. It said, "I'm sorry. I can't. Don't hate me." The day goes on with her saying, "This can't be the day I get dumped on a Post-It." Later, she's arrested for allegedly smoking, and the officer is asked if he can let her go since the day was so bad. It ends up with him letting her off the hook, and instead of it being the day she got dumped, it becomes the day she almost got arrested. Anyway.

I have this shirt that I love. I was wearing it for the first time when he told me that he was leaving for NC. As a result, every time I wear it, there's this tinge of a reminder about that. No good. I wore it this week when I went to sushi for the first time. Now, instead of it being the shirt I got that news in, it's now the shirt I was wearing when I ate a quail egg. Raw. Trust me, it's such a better memory!!

Vacation

2009-05-19T12:51:00.002-04:00

I'm not posting, 'cause I'm on VACATION! My friend is in from out of town . . . catch up is AWESOME.

Friday Fragments

2009-05-15T06:41:00.002-04:00

Friday - and today is an awesome Friday, because I'm only working a half day today, and then I get some blissfully free time for a few days. I so need it. I keep telling work it's going to be Mental Health day! If nothing else, I'm going to be good and lazy. But, since it IS Friday, that means it's time for Friday Fragments, and I'm pulling from my Twitter updates.

My favorite quote this week was this . . . "Go to Heaven for the climate, and Hell for the company."-Mark Twain. What can I say - I found it humorous.

Saturday they cancelled the dirt track due to all the rain all week. They couldn't get the track prepped in time for the race that night. I ended up working at the Drag Strip all day - not necessarily a bad thing. The Pro Outlaw 10.5 cars were running. They're some of the fanciest/quickest that we get up there, so I enjoyed watching them. One guy, got about as close to the guardrail and still keep paint. My heart stopped each time one of them got "squirrely", but that's what keeps it good!

We had a "good" call go out on Sunday. My friends think I'm nuts, but the bigger and badder, the better. "Motor Vehicle Accident, tractor-trailer vs. van, helicopter is on stand-by" BEAUTIFUL day to be out playing rescue, not too hot, no bad weather, blue skies. Usually you're in the dark, in rain/snow/mud, and this was not the case. Of course, that meant that as we approached the scene, we got cancelled. Now, don't get me wrong. I hate seeing anyone hurt/sick, but my ideal wreck is one we rarely have. We had to cut the car all to pieces to get the guy out, but he wasn't even scratched. I think I'm the biggest white cloud that's out there!

Do you know my dog chews her toenails? It's the weirdest sound in the world!

Went to Don Tequila with Laurel and Stacey again this week. It might be time to change it up some. As I walked in, Victor asked me if I was having my regular, Vegetarian #3! I might have spent just a little too much time there!

Did ya'll SEE the Grey's Anatomy finale? SO did not see that one coming! This fall can't come soon enough! Also, I saw the trailer for "Trauma", and I can't wait for that one either . . .

Time to go put myself together - I have to tame my hair into something respectable!

T. G. I. F. . . . and then some!

Blogging Block

2009-05-12T21:33:00.005-04:00

I did something tonight I haven't yet had to do . . . I resorted to a prompt to come up with something to write about, and I'm so glad I did!

How did you meet . . . .

Michelle. She's the best thing I got out of my college career. We met while we were attending SVC. When I first saw her, she had her hair pulled back slick and tight, wearing a perfect white and black Nike outfit, head to toe, and perfectly polished make up. She screamed big city girl, and I was just this little hick from the sticks. She was tall, slender, and seemingly glamorous.

At the time, I worked in the bookstore, and my hours didn't allow me to get dinner. We had another mutual friend, Cait, and I had asked Cait to bring me a sandwich. Well, Michelle fixed it. I didn't know that you can screw up PB&J, but Msh put butter on it. Ugh! Still, it was memorable . . . very much so.

Later on, one evening when we were just hanging out, chatting, I mentioned about something in my past. She was sitting on the top bunk, and I remember her flipping down onto my bed. "You did WHAT?" I don't even remember what that "what" was, but I do remember at that moment realizing that we might have had more in common than we thought. It was on from there . . .

We discovered that we had attended the same school out west, at the same time, and even attended the same functions, we just never met. In fact, we both dated the same guy! That summer when leaving for school, I was not happy to be leaving my new friend behind. She asked if I knew where Tryon, NC was, since that was where she was going to be for the summer. Errr, YEAH! About 20 minutes from my house! That summer, she had Wed. nights off, so I would come home from work, go straight to bed, so I could get up later and spend time with her. Dad finally banned us from playing Taboo on the same team, because we're so in sync, we don't have to really talk, to talk.

My senior year of college, I got one of those calls. The kind that no one ever wants to get. Come home now, Dad said. Bring Michelle. I didn't realize how bad it was until he said that. For 5 hours, as we drove from VA to NC, we both talked about anything and everything, knowing that bad stuff was happening. She held me together through helping to write an obituary, calling friends and family, and then the remaining time in college. I know this - I wouldn't have made it without her.

Fast forward a decade or so. When I went to visit her a few years back, I got in her vehicle. This big city girl now had an inch of dust inside her vehicle (she's into horses - forgive her), and Waylon Jennings in the CD player. I urged her to come back . . .she had gone too far to the other side!

Now, I'm the one that's putting on heels and make-up every day to go play nice with my clients. She's happily married, with her adorable baby, and running her non-profit. Every time I think about her, I realize how blessed I am to have her in my life. She's the first person I want to call when something good, bad, or comical comes up. We've been through so many life events - births, marriages, death, accidents, broken hearts, and I wouldn't change a single second of it for anything. It's been pure joy to watch her blossom into a successful career woman, loving wife, and glowing mother. I wonder if she knows - she's my person.

Days vs. Hours

2009-05-11T18:23:00.000-04:00

I pointed this out to Mom today. They have 21 days left on their mission. She said, "Yeah, 3 weeks." I was trying to encourage them to pack a bit . . . Get a little "trunky". So, I did the math.

21 days = 504 hours.
21 days - 8 hours of sleep = 336 hours.
36 hours for eating/showering/sleeping = 300 hours.
300 / 24 hours = 12.5 days.

Chop chop . . .

(Can you tell I'm getting a little excited to see M&D?)

Friday

2009-05-08T08:28:00.004-04:00

Ah, Friday Fragments. The day for posts that can't stand up on their own, and thereby, making little posts. I'm taking Twitter posts, where I'm limited to 140 characters, and expanding on them.

But first, have you seen the story about the soldier in England who was told he wouldn't walk again? He's about to complete the London Marathon . . . 13 days behind the last person. You know what? That, that is inspiration.

Now to the fluffy stuff. Last night I made cookies for the Relay for Life team tonight, and while I did so, I watched Grey's Anatomy. Awesome, fantastic, I luuurrvvveeed it. Cried all the way through the end. I'm such a girl.

I made a bet last weekend on my love life. I'm so sick of drama, games, and just, dating in general, so I'm taking a break. No dates until at least the end of August. I need some time to get me back to me. And trust me, there aren't any prospects that meet my rules. So, I will enjoy the time with my friends, and a drama-free summer with my puppy!

It rained . . . lots . . . this week. And the best part? I have a metal roof. So relaxing! Of course, now everything is green and growing like crazy, but it was so worth it. I did some yard work last night and trimmed up a couple of things. R. mowed the yard for me, so as of today, things are looking pretty daggone good!

This week I met a banker who also does roller derby. Not the combination you might think, but then again, you may never know what people do in their "real" lives!

Ugh. And, this week I heard that someone got freaky in the port-a-potty. I'm sorry, but that is just D I S G U S T I N G! I don't even have anything more to say about that.

This week I hit the gym at the local university this week. I hadn't been in a week or so, and was curious as to why all the news people were there. I was thinking maybe they had some big wig in for graduation or something. Er, no. 7 cases of H1N1 virus, and I just went to one of the most populated places on campus? Great, Sheri, that was smart.

Laurel and I hit up Don Tequilas again this week. I think this is a tradition I could really get into - a nice break during the week to de-stress and re-set. Hey, Rock. Co. doesn't have that many choices - I'll go with this!

Guess I now need to go get ready for work . . . . y a w n.

Writer's Workshop

2009-05-07T08:45:00.002-04:00

Good morning - Even after a late night out (thanks, Laurel), I feeling awful chipper this morning. And, I haven't even had a Dr Pepper yet! So, let's get to Mama Kat's writing prompt.

5.) Time for a trip? Where are you headed this summer?...Or where would you go if you COULD.

This is the first year I'm not flying off to see family some where. Seems a bit strange, but at the same time, nice. I had planned to take some time off this month, but that appears to have fallen through. The only planned trip is to Convention in September, but that's way too long away. If I could go anywhere, it would be to a non-commercial beach, preferably one where I could take my puppy with me. I'm thinking she would love to play in the sand and the waves. I'm more "me" when I'm near water. I get a river every night, but there's just something amazing about the ocean. Now, if I could go more exotic, I'd have to choose somewhere overseas. I'd love to go back to Africa - especially Kenya, and do one of the hot air balloon safari's. Or Italy, to see some of the churches and art there. Or the Louvre. Heck, I just want to go somewhere, see more than just this county!!!

What about you?

The Evil of Itunes

2009-05-04T20:49:00.002-04:00

Heh. Note to self: listen to songs a few times before clicking purchase. Still, I've been wanting some new tunes to work out to, and now the problem I have? I'm SO ready to go out for a night on the town!! Another one of those nights that has LP with her stuff on the lawn, and LWR wanting to know if Lynchburg has been relocated, and my clothes are strung all over the house 'cause I was too tired to put them where they belong! Ladies, we are WAYYY overdue! So, what's on the ipod right now? Don't hate:

Sugar - Flo Rida

Waking Up In Vegas - Katy Perry

Please Don't Leave Me - P!nk

I Do Not Hook Up - Kelly Clarkson
Jump - Fo Rida

Let's Try Goodbye - Amy Dalley
Heartless - Kanye West

Boy Like Me - Jessica Harp
Boom Boom Pow - Black Eyed Peas
Gives You Hell - All-American Rejects
I'm Only Me When I'm With You - Taylor Swift
A Perfectly Good Heart - Taylor Swift

Men Don't Change - Amy Dalley

I Know You Want Me - Pitbull
Love/Magic - Ciara

Yeah. I'm feeling the groove, so when ya'll pass me walking down the road, you'll know why there's a bit more spring in my step! What's your go-to song for a quick pick me up??

Facebook Ad

2009-05-02T23:15:00.002-04:00

Facebook has these annoying ads on the side, but this one takes the cake:

"32 and still single? Why not meet a successful, serious man on over30dating.com?"

Thanks Facebook. Way to twist that knife in just a bit deeper. I'm THUMBS DOWNING your ad as irrelevant!!!

331

2009-05-02T21:08:00.002-04:00

Huh. I just noticed this is going to be my 331'st post. What's the significance of that? Not a durn thing to every one else, but 331 happens to be the radio number of the guy that used to be my night call partner, and guy that hurt me simply by not needing me back. He's gone now. He doesn't even realize the good he did for me, or how much it hurt when he left. I mean, it's been over 2 years and I'm just now getting to the point where I feel like me again. Anyway. That's not what I was going to blog about tonight, but I couldn't help but notice it.

We rained out of the race track tonight. Bummer. I was really looking forward to the show. That, and I had about 3 more chapters in Eclipse, and even though I've already read it, and know the good stuff comes in Breaking Dawn, it's still aggravated to be that close and yet, not there.

We have a confirmed case of the H1N1 virus here in my county. Shocker. I figured it was just a matter of time, especially since we have 3 colleges that just came back from Spring Break. Not sure I'm entirely concerned at this point . . . I mean, it's the flu, right? Yikes. Did I just jinx myself?

I read a theory somewhere, the 10/10/10 practice. When making a decision, think about how you'll feel 10 minutes, 10 months, 10 years, or something like that. I made a decision a couple of weeks ago. I felt so relieved when I did, I know it was the right choice. I also made one a little over a month ago, and when I did, I remember thinking, "I sure hope I don't regret this." I don't, but I got hurt in the process. Dang, but I'm tired of getting my feelings stepped on. I think it's time I pull them back in and just stop for a while. I'm done dating. I'm so tired of wasting my time, that I just want to be me, and be happy with that. I'm not sure my friends understand, but I hope they will.

And now that I'm feeling thoughtful and melancholy, I'm going to go check my puppy for ticks. I found one on me and one on her and I'm thoroughly creeped out.

Happy Saturday night . . .

Friday Fragments

2009-05-01T06:36:00.002-04:00

Dang. Do NOT hit enter before you type anything. It'll try to post! Anyway, it's Friday, so that means it's time for Friday Fragments. I was having a hard time thinking of some things and then it occurred to me . . . hey, I TWITTER. Maybe that'll be a good way to remember some things? Every so often I have a good idea . . . so let's go!

I work at our local race track(s) on the weekends. This past weekend, I noticed a particular, er, hairstyle. From 4-7, total mullet count? 7. Do these people not have other people who care about them in their lives? I would hope at some point someone would tell me, "Hey, Sheri, get into the 21st century!"

This week I had to rely, again, on my co-workers and their generosity in getting me to work while my car, Daisy, was in the shop. The good side to that? I haven't laughed that hard going to and from, ever. Did you know that Cindy loves the blower at the car wash? She said she loves watching the water bead up and blow away. Also, we learned what happens to road kill. Yesterday there was a guy doing clean up. He just flung it off to the side - gross!

Someone has hit my mail box several many times - the most recently splintered the 4x4 post. So, off to Lowe's I went to replace it. Now, if I were setting up "stuff" in a store, I would make sure that everything you needed was in that one spot. Fortunately, a guy I used to know from another organization showed up and I was able to bat my eyelashes at him. Feminists, don't hate on me - I only had 30 minutes for lunch!

I had been "texting" with an old friend. We got re-acquainted recently. Well, suddenly, one day, messages just stopped. No explanation. Now, I spent 2 years with a guy and didn't question any thing like that, and I was NOT going to do it again, so I called him out on it. The response? "I know. I'm sorry. I suck." Well . . . . at least it's some kind of a response! I should have known.

Last night Laurel came down and walked with me here in Skeeter Flats. Then, she suggested we go to Don Tequila for dinner. Since I normally have nachos for dinner, why the heck not? Er, because it meant that I got home way past bedtime. But, the company was awesome, I got to play some Guitar Hero: Metallica, and I haven't laughed like that it quite a while. So worth it.

And now, I have to go put myself together. Come play with us!

Writer's Workshop

2009-04-30T00:01:00.000-04:00

Thursday means it's time for Mama Kat's writing assignment. I've got several blog posts circulating in my head (it's been a good blog material week), but I'm going to follow the rules and play with her.

1.) Who really helped you get over something? Write about that person.(writingfix.com)

I've had several big things happen over the past 3-4 years. Two major-ly broken hearts, and more recently, it got bruised. And, I feel foolish because it only got bruised because I was stupid and decided to just say the heck with it and dropped all walls. Dur. Stupid move, and I know better - I won't do it again. Well, this week, anyway. I've also had some stressful vehicle issues, as well as personal stuff. So, who helps me get over it? Let's go with the broken heart deal, since that's the one that seems to have taken the longest.

It's actually not one person, it's several. Michelle, Annette, Karey, Laurie, all the girls at work who laugh at my pathetic stories without making me feel like a complete loser. Michelle, for encouraging me to write about the humorous events that have led me to be as screwed up as I am. I'm going to take her advice and at least get them out in some format. Annette, for listening and being quick to judge that said boy is just a big, fat stupid head. Karey, for always listening to my stories and letting me come and escape into her world. Laurie, who is always there for a quick gab/text session. And my awesome, fantastic co-workers, without whom life would be very boring. Anytime I have any problems, they are so quick to either help me solve them, dissect them, or laugh at them.

What about you? Is there someone amazing in your life that helps you out?

Wordful Wednesday's

2009-04-29T07:01:00.004-04:00

Good morning! It's been springtime here in VA - hot during the day, cool at night, and I love it. Sleeping with the windows open, yet still keeping the electric blanket on, mmm, wonderful.

Anyway, on to Wordful Wednesday's. Been a couple of weeks since I played, and Britney presented some photo ops yesterday. I was gone longer than I normally am, and she is very good at letting me know when she is unhappy with me.

Ahem. Do you have any idea what time it is? That's ok, I'm just going this way . . .

Screech. Wait. You said you went where?

Let's talk . . .

I ever tell you how much I *adore* you??

She might be a little bit rotten . . . come play with us!

Monday . . . .

2009-04-27T06:19:00.002-04:00

Again. Monday's seem to be like bills. Even though you just paid them, here they are again. But, that's ok. I just had a comment on Crack/Facebook about that. You mean we get to try it again?? Huh. Well. I guess I just hadn't thought about Monday mornings like that.

This weekend was a good, if normal, one. Racing and more racing. My wonderful friend, SS#1, came up to the Drag Strip with me on Friday night. Getting to have someone I could talk to while I was there made the night a whole lot quicker. I've talked about SS before, but the more I see of him, the more impressed I am. Some day, he is going to make a girl very, very happy, and daggnabit, she better appreciate him. So courteous, so thoughtful of others. It leaves me scratching my head! He wouldn't have a clue how to go about playing mind games, and it's refreshing to see.

I did work on a bit of a sunburn in some effort to get any color, but it's already gone this morning. We had a heat wave here in the south, and I even slept with my windows open. Does everyone sleep better like that? Even Britney seemed to.

EMT Competition was this weekend, and I'll try to get some photos uploaded. Everyone seemed to have a good time.

I've decided one thing I hate about technology. You can't pick up on the nuances of statements. If you're talking face to face, or even on the phone with someone, you can usually tell how to take something, even if it's being said sarcastically. But, with IM's/Texting, it leaves a LOT of things open to interpretation. Frustrating.

And now, a question for those of you who find your way here. If you found out that someone was talking about you, and not in a flattering way, would you confront them? Especially if this person is someone you have never spoken to or had any interaction with? Is it a "knowledge is power" thing? Not quite sure if/what I'm going to do about it . . . advice?

Another day, another year older. . .

2009-04-23T07:32:00.002-04:00

Yup, it happens to everyone at some point or another. I have the privilege of sharing my day with Earth Day. Yay. However, as far as days go, it was pretty good - very low key. I do LOVE the flowers my co-workers got me . . . a hanging basket with all sorts of colors, so it should last all summer. Well, unless my black thumb gets the better of me.

I've spent the past couple of evenings down at the squad building. Had fun learning how to caulk a floor, and last night, we went inch by inch over the newly tiled floors, scraping up stray glue. It was great (not so much) for my manicure. This weekend we are hosting the District 1 EMT competition. Should be a good time. One "new" thing we have is the PA system, that runs through the building. So, now, supposedly I can plug in my ipod and listen to music anywhere. Except, it's not working exactly right. Part of the fun of a re-model, right? They did laugh at me last night in playing with our new ambulance. I was enthralled with the "open the doors, unit drops down. Close the door, unit goes up." feature. Oh, and the "push the button, and the pedals come to YOU" up front for more vertically challenged people. It's just cool!

I also whacked off my hair this week, about 6-7 inches. I love it. It feels so much better, and is great for summer. Sometimes a girl just needs a change. I got to talk to a good friend of mine last night. She and I were teenagers together, and it's been interesting to see where each of us have ended up. Not at all where either thought it would be, but it's a good place. She's an awesome mother, doing her best to do it on her own while still holding out for Mr. Right. We got to talking about guys (hey, we haven't changed THAT much.) Why is it that so many of them start with one behavior style/habit, then suddenly change and leave us scratching our heads? I dated a guy, who out of the blue, would call my voice mail every single morning telling me he was thinking about me, and he hoped that I would have a good day. Sweet, right? It was a little thing that told me he was interested/thinking, etc. Suddenly, one day, it stopped. I wondered about it, but didn't say anything. I wonder, if I had, would that have changed the outcome? I've dated - a lot, and some really interesting characters, but I just haven't figured out this particular "quirk". Guys, if you catch a girl with some little trick like this, keep doing it!

What about you? Does your significant other have a thing he does? Did he, and now he stopped? Maybe the role is reversed and that's you? What do you think?

Pity Party?

2009-04-20T22:19:00.005-04:00

Nope . . . not gonna happen. I came close on Saturday, and I was a bit down this morning, but you know what? Nothing lasts forever. As soon as I can remember that, remember to seize the moment, laugh along the journey, and enjoy the ride, I'm better. It took me a while to get there today, but I did it. Yeah, my car might be barely holding it together, but I have awesome friends, and two legs that work. The best part about walking somewhere? I have the best company in the world - solid black and 4 legged!

Today I went by and took pics of our new truck. I've got a love/hate thing going on with the back of it, but I'll save that for my Wordful Wednesdays.

This weekend I had one of those "Life Before Your Eyes" moments. I was taking money on the back gate at the track, and heard something. I turned around just in time to see a race car barrel rolling towards me. I had just enough time to process "Holy . . ." as it came to a stop. Fortunately, no one was even bruised, but it was enough to kick my adrenaline into high dose. Took me just a tiny bit to get my hands to stop shaking. I don't have a "Before", but here's the after:

Yeah, not good! It's another "check" in the belief system that when it's your time, it's your time. There's no arguing with it. Just like where this guy walked away, I've seen fender benders where someone got killed. What do you think? I believe you can certainly speed up that time line, but there's no way to drag it out.

This week I'll be a whopping 33. I've been thinking about where I've been, where I am now, and where I'm going. I'm still working on it. Does anybody ever actually end up where they thought that they would?

Friday Fragments

2009-04-17T06:36:00.003-04:00

It's been a while since I played along with Friday Fragments. I guess it's right up there with why my Wii Fit is going to yell at me - I haven't had time for anything except work, meetings, shower, sleep, do it all again. It gets old, fast. But, I am going to do better, so here goes.

I see that Mrs. 4444 has already linked to my favorite news story this week. Susan Boyd vs. Simon Cowell. If you haven't heard of her, and you're on the 'net reading blogs, well, get your head out from under the rock. The woman is amazing. And, a good reminder that you don't always get what you see.

I want to know why it is people think they can bully their way into getting what they want. Telling me you are going to go over my head, or to scream at me, or worse, to cry and tell me that "You just don't understand" Believe me, I do understand. And, I have been in your shoes more times that you can guess. Still, do not tell me that I "have" to do what you want. I can be pretty stubborn, and the quickest way to get me to NOT do something is to tell me I HAVE to do it. Didn't your Mama ever tell you that you catch more flies with honey than vinegar? Sheesh.

My puppy is happy again. I had run out of rawhide bones, and I wasn't about to pay $10 for 4, when I get 15 for $9 in Roanoke. Fortunately, though, a Sam's trip was in the making, and now, my puppy won't chew my leg off in the middle of the night. The plus side of a Sam's trip is always dining out. Of course, we ended up at Olive Garden, just like every time, but I remember why about two bites into their salad. Yummy.

My parents will be here in just over a month. They've never even seen this house! I'm so excited to have them here. And, the visit will be a quick, in and out, which just makes me happy that they were here and looking forward to having them back. They've been missionaries for the past decade or so - 2 years in Argentina, 2 in Africa, and most recently, 2 in Texas. I wonder what they will do now???

My wonderful friend, SN, has had some great . . . moments this week. A couple of my favorites? "S, how many letters are in the alphabet? 27! No, . . . wait, 25. Hold on . . . let me count. 26!" The next day: "What language do they speak in London?" But, my favorite this week came from LS, as we were diagnosing why she was feeling so ill. I suggested Lactose Intolerance. She promptly moaned, "But I like milk even more than I like beeeeeerrrr!" Awesome. Just Awesome!

Just noticed the time, so that means it's gotta rush time. Happy weekend, everyone!

Decisions

2009-04-14T06:51:00.002-04:00

Last night I had a decision to make. It was something that initially I thought I really wanted. I had an immediate emotional response when it was first presented, and I quickly did a pros/cons list.

I got the call last night - was I still interested? Fortunately, it hit voice mail so I could think about it, and perhaps go with an intellectual decision, rather than emotional. And, I made the hard choice, and said no to the emotional response.

I'm not getting a new puppy now. In Stacey words - Bummer, dude. Not the right time for me to be trying to add an "extra" to my life. And now, I'm off to work.

Weekend Update

2009-04-13T06:20:00.002-04:00

Ahh, what a weekend. The kind that comes about very rarely, and I love - the three day kind! I took Friday off to go to an Equine Assisted Psychotherapy training. Yes, I know I'm crazy, but I went to see what it was all about, since that's what one of my best friends does for a living. And you know the most frustrating part? Every so often, when I would have one of those "a-ha" moments, there's Msh, with her mouth smirking and her eyebrows raised. Yes, Michelle, you were right. Those are the worst words I ever have to say to her! Some of the things I learned. "Men and Dogs respond to the same things: Praise, Recognition, and Pork Chops." Seriously, I actually learned some other things. Like, I'm a goal/deadline oriented person. Give me a job, leave me alone, let me do it. I don't like to pussy-foot around, I want to jump in, and I get aggravated/frustrated when there's a lot of "chatter". I also tend to say the same thing over and over, even if it's not getting the task accomplished, so I need to figure out a different way to communicate when the first try doesn't work. Also, be ok with other solutions. Yeah, it might not have been how I would have liked to see something done, but did it work? It was a great day, and I'd highly recommend it for anyone looking for additional insight, and/or teambuilding.

The rest of the weekend went well, also. Racing, racing, and more racing! The first race of the season for the dirt track, and it went amazingly smooth. Race-ceivers are the way! Sunday I re-discovered that bribery works all kinds of wonders with kids, and then came home and baked cakes. Walked with my puppy, then visited the Ramsey house for the most yummy eating. A quick trip to Bedford to return one car and pick up my poor Honda completed my weekend. The Honda is dying - so I'm hoping it holds together until I can get my other car back from M&D. At least I got to see Annette some!

And, let's just finish on another quote that's been tumbling around in my head:

"Slow to trust, but quick to love - I push to hard and I give too much"
"I ain't sayin' I'm perfect, but I promise I'm worth it"

Can you name that song?

Me and Msh - Pictures of the two of us are getting harder and harder to come by!

Writer's Workshop

2009-04-08T22:43:00.002-04:00

Wow . . . I'm on a roll this week! Writing for Mama Kat's workshop this week. I chose the prompt, "What is your role in the household?"

My friends tell me I try to do too much. It's an ongoing joke that I have something to do, 6 nights a week. The one night I don't have meetings, is the night I reserve for MY errands. So, where does this leave me in my household?

I'm the housekeeper, the cook, the shopper, the dog feeder, the dog walker, the bill payer, the trash puter-outer, and the basic repair-er. There are many times that I think, "If I could just come home and the dishes were done." I joked before that the most romantic thing a boy could do for me is mow my yard! Fortunately, I have good friends who do that for me, but if I owned a mower, I'd do that, as well. Living by myself certainly has it's disadvantages. However, I chose to look at it this way.

If the house is clean when I leave, it'll be clean when I come back. If I want to have all pink flowers in the flower beds, so be it. I don't have to justify to anyone eating nachos in bed, while watching TV at 3 am. Britney really does not care, as long as I share with her. I can use up every drop of hot water and not miss a wink of sleep over it. I can drink out of the container, I can eat the last of the brownies, and it's ok. My house is as loud or as quiet as I chose. There's no fighting over covers, no arguing over a thermostat.

If I were to let myself think about what I'm missing out on, by being single, yup, it would get me down. Instead, I chose to focus on the good - and there is LOTS of good. When I want the chaos and laughter that comes with a houseful of people, I have the most awesome friends that I can go visit. I've said it before, and I'll say it again.

Life is good.

Wordful Wednesdays

2009-04-08T07:42:00.000-04:00

It's been a while since I played along with Wordful Wednesday's. That might have to do with the fact that my camera inexplicably disappeared, but did you know when you clean house, things magically appear? I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired!

Anyway, I finally picked myself up and decided I was done with the whole sick and tired thing, which makes my puppy very happy. Normally, she's a pretty well-behaved spoiled animal, but last night, she decided that she needed some natural scent, and rolled in something slightly worse than month old dead something or other. Of course, she did this just before I had to be at a meeting I was already 45 minutes late for, so she got locked in the bathroom until I could get home. I walked in, and told her, "get in". She knew I wasn't kidding, and now, you get to see what pitiful looks like.

She loves water. Normally. But, when you start to mix soap in, not so much. But, do I REALLY have to stay in here?

I'm sorry . . . really I am . . .

At least when she's clean and smells pretty, there are perks . . .

Can't you just let me sleep? Seriously . . . it's cold out there!

Fine - I'll just ignore you.

But, after I had left at 330, and got home at 0600 from that wreck call, this is what I found. I can almost hear her saying, "Ex-CUSE me. Do you KNOW what time it is?!?!?"

At least things aren't ever dull around here . . . and she's ALWAYS happy to see me come home!

Come play with us . . .

Wake Up Calls

2009-04-07T05:48:00.001-04:00

It's 5:48 right now. I got one of those happy wake up calls. You know, "Rescue 3, respond . . . " Intially, I was aggravated, wondering where night call is. But, eventually, there's more radio traffic, and more equipment requested, and . . . off I go.

So, here's the question. I have to be at work at 9. Do I stay up? Do I try to fall back asleep? Britney woke up enough to greet me, but she's snoozing again. Sleep is so overrated . . .

Video

2009-04-06T06:31:00.003-04:00

Now, I don't usually get "political" on my blog, but when I saw this last night while flipping channels, I couldn't help but share.

See, one of my best friend's is currently sharing her son with the Army. He's serving in Iraq, right now. Yesterday, while we were eating lunch together, he called. Now, he calls very frequently, so that's not a huge deal. However, during the call, he interrupted her. "Mom, I've got to go, right now." And then he hung up. She laughed it off, and said, "Yeah, he does that, but he'll call back." I can't imagine being her.

So, for all of his buddies, all the mother's sons and daughters, would you watch this, and pray that they all, and especially Sidney, is watched over?

Sunday Night

2009-04-05T21:55:00.004-04:00

Ah, Michelle. She's so good for me. I read a recent blog post to her and she was so encouraging. I've had a couple of pretty hurtful things said to me recently by people who are supposed to be my friends, and she has helped me see the truth behind the statements. She's also encouraged me to write more, to share thoughts and ideas, even if no one is reading this except me.

Today, I took Britney for 3 walks. THREE. In the puppy world, this is as close to heaven as you can get. I've been actually walking from my house, rather than driving down to the river road. While she protests being reigned in with a leash, it's much better exercise for both of us.

On the third walk, she was starting to wear out. The best part of this, is she actually acts like she knows how to walk on a leash. You know, not trying to pull my back out? But, I was struck by how, on the surface at least, this town is so idyllic. Let's see if I can share a bit.

The sky, of course, was crystal blue. It was in the high 70's, with a steady breeze blowing. While the mountains are still a bit sparse looking, there are signs of green everywhere. The field, has started to sprout, and the flowers gave the whole thing a purple haze. As Britney played loose, the few cars that came by stopped, laughed, and went on. Coming back on Blue Ridge Road, there was a pick up game going on at the ball field. A handful of random kids, and what appeared to be a grandfather and father encouraging them. A picnic was going on at the shelter, and kids were crawling all over the playground. Again, everyone waves. The cars passing me on the shoulder, drivers throw a hand up in acknowledgement. Small town, all around. The train passed, as it does every afternoon, with the engineer waving as he passed to the kids in the first car. I was tossed back to sitting in the car with my parents, counting cars at the crossing in Roy, UT. I'm privileged to live in a small community like this. My wings are getting a bit cramped, and it occurs to me more and more often, that maybe there are better opportunities elsewhere. But for now, every day, I'm going to enjoy the walk, and the waves.

Now, it's going to be a good week . . . and Carrie, a busier, happier week, ok?

Photo was taken 04/03/2009, looking up the road Britney and I walk down. And, while today was gorgeous, Friday, not so much!

Grrr.

2009-04-05T01:16:00.002-04:00

It's 115, as in am, as I write this. I've mentioned that I'm glad to be getting back into running calls - even those that come in just after I've drifted off to sleep. I've even gotten used to the fact that I get the, "I stubbed my toe, take me to the ER" calls. But daggone it, I'm frustrated! Tonight, we actually had something that had us scratching our heads, and it's, "Oh, I'll go. You can take the (rescue) truck back to the building." Ok, yay, that I get to come back and get back into bed, but grrr, something interesting, and I'm not along for the ride. Sigh.

Just fits the rest of the day, and my mood.

On the positive side? Karey loves me. Do you know how I know this? She brought spinach dip to the track. Mmm, yummy. That's a happy note to crawl back into bed on. Night!

Tuesday Evening

2009-03-31T22:19:00.003-04:00

It's a late night. I should be taking a shower, and hitting the sack, but I've actually got something on my mind.

When I first joined the squad, I loved everything about it. I spent as much time as I could at the building, and ran every call I possibly could. I was in the top 3 for calls answered for several years. Everyone kept telling me I would burn out, and I couldn't imagine it.

Then, I started dating a guy on the squad. I'm not going to go into a lot of detail about him and how I feel/felt, because this is absolutely not the place for it. But, he was my best friend, neighbor, night call partner, and we did LOTS together. The squad, clubs, dinner, walks, just hanging out - lots of time. Our crew was the one that only had two people - it was all that we needed. We knew the other one was going to be there, and quickly developed a good rhythm. I actually looked forward to tones going off because I knew that it meant I got to spend time with him. He had a very dry, sarcastic humor that made even intense situations fun. After a while, things changed. To this day, I still don't know what was going on in his head, but it just about broke me when he gave up night calls. He gave up me, and us. And that, that has been more difficult for me to deal with than I think that anyone really understands. It's been almost 2 years since he left, and it still seems like yesterday. I quit doing things that I had loved doing, simply because they reminded me too much of him.

Lately, though, I've been reminded of how much I do love EMS. The people down there, the arguments, and best of all, knowing that I am helping someone when they believe they need it. The past few nights I've spent at the building helping with various parts of the re-model, and it's been . . . restorative. I'm actually starting to feel like the old "Sheri" again - not the ghost of me that's been holding it together every day. Life is good. Life is better than good. I'm grateful for the reminder of it. I'm actually looking forward to various things planned throughout the summer, not just thinking "If I can just get through _____"

It feels good.

Monday Meme

2009-03-30T00:01:00.001-04:00

Why not? Let's give it a go:

1.You have ten dollars and need to buy snacks at a gas station, what do you buy?
Diet Cherry Dr Pepper, Beef Jerky, Pretzels. Maybe some kind of gooey candy? Maybe?

2. If you were reincarnated as a sea creature, what would you want to be?
A Dolphin

3. Who is your favorite redhead(s)?
Michelle. And my Mama. :-)

4. What do you order when you are at IHOP?
Uh, pancakes? isn't that the point?

5. Last book you read?
Er, a series Fonda gave me, and I can't think of it right now. They were good though!

6. Describe your mood.
Really good. Looking forward to the summer months

7. Describe the last time you were physically injured?
Um, badly? That would be October a year ago when I rammed the stick into my foot. Yeah, it hurt.

8. Of all your friends, who would you want to be stuck in a well with?
Probably Michelle. She's tall enough we could get out. :-)

9. Rock concert or symphony?
I like both, but would prefer the concert.

10. What is the wallpaper of your cell phone?
Outside, my puppy. Inside, a friend of mine.

11. Favorite soda
Diet Cherry Dr. Pepper. I just got turned onto it, and it's awesome!

12. What type of shirt are you wearing?
Yellow T-shirt

13. If you could only use one form of transportation?
My car

14. Most recent movie you have watched in theaters?
Twilight. Not as good as the book

15. Name an actor/actress/singer you have had the hots for.
I'll jump on the Robert Pattinson bandwagon

16. What is your favorite kind of cake?
Hmm. Right now, it would be Oatmeal

17. What did you have for dinner last night?
Robitussin and Advil

18. Look to your left, what do you see?
My dog's water dish

19. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?
Not usually

20. Favorite toy as a child?
My teddy bear, Puffles

21. Do you buy your own groceries?
Only if I want to eat!

22. Do you think people talk about you behind your back?
I know they do. Heard some interesting ones this weekend!

23. Whens the last time you had gummy worms?
Few weeks ago

24. What’s your favorite fruit?
Cantelope

25. Do you have a picture of yourself doing a cartwheel?
Er, no

26. Do you like running long distances?
Not a bit, but love the Elliptical!

27. Have you ever eaten snow?
Of course - I grew up in Utah!

28. What color are your bedsheets?
Right now? blue. I also have tan and grey ones.

29. What's your favorite flower?
Tulips and Daffodils

30. Do you do ballet?
Did it as a kid

31. Do you listen to classical music?
Sometimes

32. What is the first TV theme song that pops in your head?
S&TC!

33. Do you watch SpongeBob?
Nope

34. What temperature is it outside right now?
45

35. Do people consider you smart?
About some things, but really stupid about others!

36. How many piercings do you have?
Just my ears, once.

37. Are you signed on AIM?
Nope

38. Have you ever tried gluing your fingers together?
Hasn't everyone? Used to do it with rubber cement!

39. How do you feel about your family?
I love my family!

40. Do you have an iPod?
Sure do

41. What time do you go to bed?
Whenever I want. It's one of the joys of being an adult.

42. What CD is currently in your CD player?
Nothing. Listening to my Itunes Party Playlist

43. What movie do you know every line to?
Pretty Woman

44. What is your favorite salad dressing?
Green Goddess

45. What did you get for Christmas this year?
Crock pots and sheets!

46. What family member/friend lives the farthest from you?
My aunt and Uncle live in Alaska

47. Do you like hugs?
yes! Very much.

48. Last time you had butterflies in your stomach?
Been a while . . .

49. What is the way people most often mispronounce any part of your name?
They don't misprounouce, they just flat get it wrong. Some crazy mix of Carrie and Sheri

50. Last person you hugged?
Lindsey. She's very huggable.

Ok, if you play . . . let me know so I can come read!

Sunday . . . finally

2009-03-29T18:14:00.003-04:00

You know, I've really got to get better at this whole blogging thing. I was doing so well, and lately, I've just felt really un-inspired. Well, that, and some of the things that have been on my mind aren't really blog-appropriate. The crazy thing is, I wouldn't mind perfect strangers weighing in and giving me their opinions, but I don't know that I want my friends to know how neurotic I really am. Crazy, eh?

This week I have had this awful cold. And when I say awful, I mean horrible. I'm not a sick person. Last year I think I had 4 hours of sick time. I missed 2.5 days this past week alone! Mainly because I lost my voice, and it's really hard to do customer service when you can't talk to anyone. When I ran a squad call, the ER doc told me that rest. Only rest. That's the only thing that would get my voice back. No talking for 3 days. Mike looked at him and said, "Have you MET her before?" It was tough, but I took a day off and it actually helped. I'm still kind of squeaky, but it's a voice.

Now, I also learned an important lesson. The better the medicine tastes, the less it works. Thera-Flu Lemon? Tastes fine. Doesn't work at all. Robitussin D? Tastes awful works great, esp. if you take a double dose. Not that I would do that or anything. And, if you figure out the magic combination, you might even get your head to feel like a Styrofoam block, vs. a cement one. For me, this meant Mucinex D in the AM, cough syrup and 800 mg of Advil every four hours. Yeah, pretty sure I don't have a liver anymore.

One "epiphany" I had while I was laying there at 3am trying to expel my lungs, was that I want to be like my dog. She's totally comfortable, anywhere she happens to be. She doesn't worry about what she looks like, and she just assumes that everyone is going to adore her. Wouldn't it be great if everyone had a positive attitude like that?

Had the pleasure of spending time with some of my race track friends this afternoon. My life would be so empty without them, so since I know at least one of them reads this, I'll say it now. I appreciate having ya'll as friends. I hope you know, and remember that. And now, it's time for more drugs. Happy week, everyone!

Wordful Wednesdays

2009-03-25T07:21:00.003-04:00

Yes, Laurie, I have dropped off the face of the earth. I've actually been dying, but it appears that dying isn't on the horizon this morning, so I'll play along with another Wordful Wednesday from Seven Clown Circus.

See, I've been sick since last Thursday. Like, my head is a solid block of concrete, I have a squeeky cartoon voice, and my body is trying to expel my lungs as quickly as possible. Not so much fun. Initially, I thought it was allergies, but it's become apparant, nope, I'm just sick. Several people told me that it's probably the pollen in the air. Pollen? From what?

Oh. That. Yeah, well, that probably isn't helping matters any. This is a shot on the W&L campus near the gym I go to. Isn't it a gorgeous photo? Every so often I manage to impress myself!!!

Come play with us . . .

Song Choices

2009-03-17T19:48:00.001-04:00

I have the same songs for my workout, every night. This is mainly because I don't care what the song it, I need a beat to keep me on track. After I do my cardio, I switch it to shuffle and head to strength training.

I found it rather ironic, that while I was killing myself on the incline sit-up machine thing-y, my song switched to "SOS". Yeah. By Abba. Don't blame me. Strange things show up when I surf music after midnight. Just as I got done, "Joy to the World" came on. You know, "Jeremiah was a bullfrog, he was a good friend of mine". That one. And, of course, as I was finishing my inner/outer thigh squeezy things, "Happy Ending" came on. I just had to laugh and call it a night.

Do you have song suggestions for me? I'm looking for 135-145 bpm. Help! I need something new!!!

Friday Fragments

2009-03-13T08:08:00.003-04:00

What a crazy week! I've been a little hit or miss on the blogging thing lately, but wanted to make sure I got in for Friday Fragments - those little bits that aren't enough to warrant a post all on their own.

Like I said, it's been one of those weeks. I get home, and barely have time to shower and crawl into bed. The more meetings I have, the more I resent them. I really don't care about the in's and out's. I just want to volunteer, do my thing, and go home. It goes back to picking up the stick though. You can't grab just one end!
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Last night I watched my friends kids. She kept telling me to take advantage of the fact that her new bathroom has the water hooked up. I did, and it was AWESOME. Whirlpool bath tubs are the best, hands down.
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I drove home in the snow last night. What's up with that? Last week I was wearing shorts. Today, I'm digging out my sweaters and boots. Ah, spring. I'd forgotten how fickle you are.
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Have you heard "Home Sweet Home" by Carrie Underwood? I love classic and 80's rock, and her take on it is so refreshing. I've heard that she does a lot of the hair band songs at her concerts.
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This week I also had the pleasure of catching up with an old friend from high school. It's been fun to hear the different things and ways that someone else remembers the same memories that you have. I keep having different people from my past catch up with me from Facebook, and I love it.
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Here's a little pet peeve that I seem to notice more and more lately. The use of "s" to make something plural that should NOT be plural. For example, "I'm going to Wal-marts." You know, I can usually go to just one to get my shopping done. Or, "I need some help with my checkings account." I know it's a simple thing, but it drives me CRAZY. Do you have anything like that?

Come play with us . . .

Yoga, anyone?

2009-03-10T07:41:00.004-04:00

I'm putting off my workout this morning until I'm a little more awake. Of course, if I really was trying to do that, I would be back in bed until about 10, but since the boss won't go for that, I'll blog til I wake up.

A person from my past life found me on Facebook a few days ago, and as a result, I've remembered some really interesting times. I mentioned it to a girl at work, and of course she was all, "Do you have a picture?" Do I have a picture? I have LOTS of pictures, but am I necessarily going to share them? Ok, so not all of them, but I did find this one and I instantly remembered this day.

This girl worked with me at Hardee's. Her name is Sherry, so we were Sher I and Sher Y. I was dating this cute navy boy, and when he came home, he brought a friend and wanted to know if I had a friend for him to go out with. I asked this girl, and she turned out to be one of my best friends for quite a while. I hate that time and distance has caused us to lose touch. She has such an awesome, quirky sense of humor, and there are many times I find myself missing her.

Look - that black dress was mine, and the blue one, hers. We used to love switching up, sharing each others things. That red car? That was TJ's, and he attempted to teach her how to drive a stick in it. I succeeded in teaching her that! I think I was a little less pressure and a little more patient. The dog tags I'm wearing? Those were my guy's. Wow, but I was pale - that was in the days of scary self tanner! But wowza - I was skinny! Oh, good times. Eventually me and the boy parted ways, and like I said, she and I grew apart. Still, last night's trip through the photo albums brought back many memories like these. So, Stacey, thank you . . . .

Friday Fragments

2009-03-07T21:15:00.003-05:00

On Saturday. Better late then never, right? Friday Fragments are for those of us with posts too short to hold their own . . .
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That's right. I'm confused. I finally got over the one dream that I kept having (THANK YOU!), but now I'm on to another one. I'm sure it has more to do with the various books I've been reading than my subconsious, but Mrs. 4444 told me to post them and see if ya'll have thoughts. The most recent dream varies slightly, but always around the basic idea that there is a room in my house that I either forget about or can't find. The houses are always very detailed, and I always live alone in them. It's just . . . weird.
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Another thing I'm confused about is the weather. I mean, on Monday we went into work late because of snow, and today, I was sweating to death at the track.
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I was also really looking forward to getting back to racing, but then today, after being up there for about 45 minutes, I was so over it. Can I not make up my mind?
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I love Facebook more and more every day, at the same time that I hate it. I don't know that I like being so easily found, but at the same time, I love catching up with various people from my past lives. Interesting, that it's been high school/NC people, and none from school in Idaho?? I'm ok with that, just . . . interesting.
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Had a squad call the other night at 2:30. For once, it was an actual emergency, and not the "I stubbed my toe, take me to the ER", which makes me feel better about going, but daaaannng. I'm getting old! Wears on a girl!
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Is it possible to have your life too full? Lately, I've had a lot of people tell me I need to slow down, take a breath, not do so much. But, what else would I be doing? I think the things that I am doing really are deserving of my time and energy. Still, I can't help but wonder if maybe I'm missing out on something??
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That being said, my puppy is snoring at my feet, and I can hear my bed calling. I'm going to go follow her good example . . .
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Come play . . . late is ok, too!