Part Deux

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

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

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 . . .

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

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?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 . . .

Goodbye's suck.


That is all.

Monday

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 . . .

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

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

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

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?

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!

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

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 . . .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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?

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?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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!