Nothing to see here.

Don't expect much from me for the next couple of weeks. I got things to do, places to go, people to see, food to eat.

Merry Christmas.

Why I love my stepson.

Matt had to be at orchestra practice at 0700. This means I had to get up at 0600. (In civilian terms - WAY THE HELL EARLIER THAN I LIKE TO GET UP.)

5:51am - my alarm goes off, snooze
5:53am - his alarm goes off, snooze

6:00am - my alarm goes off, snooze
6:02am - his alarm goes off, snooze

6:09am - my alarm goes off, lay there
6:11am - his alarm goes off, snooze

6:11am - get up, go to his room, open door, "Matt! Get up."
6:11am - mmmmurrfmmmm

6:12am - go downstairs, let dog out, feed cat, get doughnuts and milk ready for Matt.
6:12am - nothing

6:13am - watch weather, gather crap that needs to leave the house with us, ie - backpacks, shoes, etc.
6:13am - nothing

6:20am - go upstairs, open his door, yell "MATT! GET UP!"
6:20am - mmmmmuurrrffmmm

6:20am - brush teeth, get dressed, wake Chris, tell him to get dressed, go downstairs, and not eat Matt's doughnuts
6:20am - staggers to bathroom

6:30am - knock on bathroom door, yell, "TEN MINUTES!"
6:30am - mumbles, "okay"

6:40am - sitting in family room waiting
6:40am - still upstairs

6:45am - waiting still yet
6:45am - finally comes down, starts wolfing down doughnuts and milk

6:47am - says, "Put on your shoes and get in the car", loads car with other boy and crap to take with us, starts car and backs it out of garage.
6:47am - still in house

6:55am - says a few choice words and bursts back into the house
6:55am - no where to be seen

6:56am - yell upstairs, "MATT! GET IN THE CAR!"
6:56am - spits out toothpaste, "okay"

6:57am - stands fuming in family room
6:57am - comes downstairs, "Did you get my phone?"

6:57am - head spinning, snaps, "Get your shoes on, I will look for your phone.", goes upstairs, pushes stacks of crap back from edge of bed and nightstand, finds phone under bed
6:57am - putting on shoes

6:58am - everyone in car and makes it to school in record time

7:05am - return home and start regular morning routine

7:10am - take blood pressure medicine

Thanks for the forward, forward, forward

To All My Online Friends:

As the holidays approach, my heartfelt appreciation goes out to all of you who have taken the time and trouble to send me "forwards" over the past 12 months. Thank you for making me feel safe, secure, blessed, and wealthy.

Extra thanks to whoever sent me the one about rat crap in the glue on envelopes 'cause I now have to go get a wet towel every time I need to seal an envelope.

Also, I scrub the top of every can I open for the same reason. Because of your concern I no longer drink Coca Cola because it can remove toilet stains.

I no longer drink Pepsi or Dr Pepper since the people who make these products are atheists who refuse to put "Under God" on their cans.

In public washrooms, I never turn off the water unless a paper towel is handy since the faucet handle is still contaminated from anything I had on my hands before I turned it on.

I always double wash my fruit in boiling water since the rodents use it for a toilet while it is in shipment and storage.

I no longer use Saran wrap in the microwave because it causes cancer. I have tossed out all my teflon and T-Fal lined pots and pans for the same reason.

I no longer check the coin return on pay phones because I could be pricked with a needle infected with AIDS.

I no longer use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a water buffalo on a hot day.

I no longer go to shopping malls because someone might drug me with a perfume sample and rob me.

I no longer receive packages by UPS or FedEx since they are actually from Al Qaeda in disguise.

I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a number for which I will get a phone bill with calls to Jamaica, Uganda, Singapore, and Uzbekistan.

I no longer eat KFC because their "chickens" are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes or feathers.

I no longer have any sneakers -- but that will change once I receive my free replacement pair from Nike.

I no longer have to buy expensive cookies from Neiman Marcus since I now have their recipe.

Thanks to you, I have learned that your God only answers your prayers if I forward an e-mail to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes.

I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl who is about to die in the hospital (for the 1,387,258th time).

I no longer have any money at all - but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that Microsoft and AOL are sending me for participating in their special email program.

Yes, I want to thank you so much for looking out for me that I will now return the favor!

If you don't send this e-mail to at least 144,000 people in the next 7 minutes, a large pigeon with a wicked case of diarrhea will land on your head at 5:00 PM (EST) this afternoon. I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of my next-door neighbor's ex-mother-in-law's second husband's cousin's beautician.

Happy Holidays!

Whew!

Squeaked by on this one.

Christmas Naughty or Nice List I am on the The Nice List After checking the North Pole database I had : 1,345 nice entries 561 naughty entries Check your name on the Christmas Naughty or Nice List at JokesUnlimited.com

Who knew?

What Famous Leader Are You?
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Five Weird Habits of A Highly Weird Person

Count'em. Five. No more, no less.

1. I am beyond anal when it comes to the covers on my bed. They have to be smooth. I can not stand bumpy sheets. I have been known to tell David to get out of bed and help me straighten the covers! Gives me the willies just thinking about it.

2. I love odd food combinations: bananas and cheetos, french fries and peppermint milkshakes, etc.

3. I play Christmas music year 'round. Deal with it.

4. I don't like my hands to be dirty or icky. Touching raw meat drives me insane. I'm not OCD about it, but I need clean hands. Especially under the nails. Evidently I have been this way since I was little. Mom said I would come in the house and wash my hands and then go back outside to play some more.

5. I talk to people in other cars when I drive. Mostly the morons. I thought Chris' first word was going to be "Dumbass". Because of the dumbasses, I don't like to drive. People are idiots. (No, not you. You are pretty much perfect!)

What about you, you perfect, weird person? What weird habit do you have?

Remember that time we...?

(From the Goober Queen)

Please post a comment with a completely fictional memory of you and me. It can be anything you want– good or bad, silly or stupid, believable or not – but it has to be fake.

Enjoy.

Stretch Monster

If you know where I can get one of these, I'll love you forever.

Dream a little dream with me

I had a very odd dream last night. I have odd dreams quite often, but last night was a little odder than most.

It started out with one of my guy friends (GF) telling me that he was leaving. I was very upset (but kept up a happy face) and invited him over for supper. I left the place I was at (a theater of some sort) and rode a bicycle home. (Ha! As if.) I was riding to our old house in town and I almost skidded on some loose gravel. The house looked exactly like our old house from the outside except it didn't have the porch (It looks better that way.) When I pulled up in the driveway, GF was pulling up on his bicycle too. Weird thing was, he was wearing a suit. (The first time I ever saw him in real life, he was wearing a suit. I haven't seen him in one since.) I could tell that he had been crying and I reached up to wipe a tear and he pulled back. I asked what was wrong, but I don't remember what he said. I stepped up on the first step going into the house, turned around and hugged him and told him that it wasnt' going to be the same around here without him. We went into the house and I could hear a dog yapping. I looked out the window and my mom's old dog, Squeaky, was out back. (Squeaky has been dead for years.) I walked down the hall to the sliding door to take some food out to her and the door was partway open. The screen was shut. I was wondering why the door was open when no one was home and then I noticed my Granny was sleeping in the bedroom. (Granny has also been gone for years.) She woke up and started talking to me and I was so glad to be talking to her. I told her GF had came over to have supper with us. I fed Squeaky some dog food and then went down to the kitchen to make goulash. One of my female co-workers and her sister were already in the kitchen and we started putting together some goulash and laughing and having a grand old time.

Then I woke up.

I was enjoying the dream cause it ended happy, but then I started thinking about stuff. GF leaving. Crying. Wearing suit. Dead dog. Dead Granny. It started creeping me out. Is my GF gonna die? Was he wearing the suit for his funeral? Were the dead people there to take him? Why was I making goulash? I've never made goulash in my life. Why my old house? GF has never even been to my old house. How would he know how to get there? Why the co-worker? And her sister? I've only seen her sister a couple of times in my life.

Analyze...

A little help here...

Dear Lord,

Please, if it be Your will, don't let the Weaver family win The Amazing Race. If one or all of the family gets utterly and totally humiliated and maybe even a bone broken, that would be great.

Amen

Tooth Fairy

For those of you wanting to know...

The Tooth Fairy left five quarters (The boy is a quarter maniac. Before he went to bed that night he said, "I hope I get quarters cause gum costs a quarter.")

The TF also took the tooth from the envelope and put it in a My First Tooth display and left it under the pillow. Wasn't that nice of the TF?

Call it what it is.

Tiny little peeve of mine. It is called Thanksgiving not Turkey Day. Why do you insist on calling it Turkey Day? Stop it.

So what are you doing on Thanksgiving?

I'm making my famous Butterfinger Cookies and broccoli-cheese casserole and driving about an hour to my cousin's house for lunch. Then I'm going to load up and rush back to the house to make another broccoli-cheese casserole to take to a friend's house for supper.

My favorite Thanksgiving foods? Stuffing with cranberry sauce. I could just eat a plate of it. Sweet potatoes with marshmallows and pecans. Warm rolls. Pie. mmmmmmmm

So a shout out to my family in Texas. One to my interweb buddy Garrison. And one big one to all of my Peeps!

By the way, it is puhcahnz not pee-cans. A pee-can is what you use when you are out camping and you don't want to get up in the middle of the night and walk into the woods to pee.

Catnap?

Catnap?
Originally uploaded by Sherrypg.

Don't let me bother you.

Paper Jungle

Paper Jungle
Originally uploaded by Sherrypg.

What does a Mac user do with a Dell catalog? We were a little bored Saturday night so we made an island with some trees and bushes.

Snaggletooth

Snaggletooth
Originally uploaded by Sherrypg.

Finally! It has been hanging on for a week or so.

Well, duh.

You Passed 8th Grade Science

Congratulations, you got 8/8 correct!

Could You Pass 8th Grade Science?

The end of the world as we know it.

So far this fall...
Baylor won a road game.
Kansas beat Nebraska.
Oklahoma City has a pro basketball franchise.
No Oklahoma State football player has been arrested for a serious felony offense.

Self Portrait Friday

Here's me. About a year ago when I made (for the first and LAST time) Aunt Bill's Brown Candy. Notice the barstools. You have to stir this stuff for freakin' ever so I sat my butt down and took a load off.

A-B-C... It's all about me

A is for Age - 37
B is for Booze –Hard Apple Cider or Margaritas
C is for Career – TV Producer/Director
D is for Dad’s name - Bill
E is for Essential items to bring to a party - Old Dutch Caramel Puffcorn
F is for Favorite article of clothing- Lubbock, TX Harley Davidson t-shirt
G is for Goof off thing to do - read, bubble bath, sleep
H is for Hometown - Coweta
I is for Instrument you play – Not a thing, but Matt plays the Cello
J is for Jam or Jelly you like - Seedless Blackberry
K is for Kids – Two
L is for Living arrangement – married 11 years
M is for Music I like – Pretty much anything. Offspring, TMBG, Norah Jones, Harry Connick Jr., B.B. King, Franz Ferdinand, John Lithgow
N is for Name of your first pet - Rusty
O is for overnight hospital stays – Three - appendix, headd trauma, c-section
P is for Phobias – (Quick note here...I went to Blingo to search for the word for the fear of vampires and I WON! I won a movie ticket, but I opted to get the $10 iTunes gift certificate instead! Go Vampires!) Vampires and pitch black.
Q is for Quote you like - To keep your marriage brimming, With love in the loving cup, Whenever you’re wrong, admit it; Whenever you’re right, shut up. - Ogden Nash or Home is where you can say anything you like because nobody listens to you anyway or Your brain is like a TV screen, when it goes blank, it's best if you turn the sound off or The grass withers and the flowers fade, but the word of God shall stand forever. – Isaiah 40:8 or For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways. They shall bear thee up in their hands, lest thou dash thy foot against a stone. – Psalm 91:11-12 or Our house his just a little house, but God knows where we live. (How about I just do a post on the quotes I like? There are a bunch.)
R is for Reason for blogging – To entertain my peeps.
S is for Siblings – Sigh, none.
T is for Texas , Ever been? Yeppers. Quite often, but not as much as I like.
U is for Unique trait – I can write backwards.
V if for Vegetable you love - Potatoes - boiled, fried, mashed, baked, hashed, etc
W is for Worst traits – Evidently, I nag.
X is for X-Rays you’ve had – Not so many on my body, but quite a few on my teeth.
Y is for Yummy food you make – Butterfinger cookies, broccoli-cheese casserole, mashed potatoes, grilled cheese
Z is for Zodiac sign – Taurus

This takes the cake.

OMG! I've become one of "Those" people.

help me

Quick. I've been invited to a cookie exchange and need a new and exciting cookie to take.
Flour based.
No no-bakes.
No chocolate chip.
Any suggestions?

And don't say my Butterfinger cookies. They are my backup.

The Call

The boy actually likes a song I like! Woot!

Let The Day Begin

Here's to the babies in a brand new world
Here's to the beauty of the stars
Here's to the travellers on the open road
Here's to the dreamers in the bars

Here's to the teachers in the crowded rooms
Here's to the workers in the fields
Here's to the preachers of the sacred words
Here's to the drivers at the wheel

Here's to you my little loves with blessings from above
Now let the day begin
Here's to you my little loves with blessings from above
Now let the day begin, let the day begin

Here's to the winners of the human race
Here's to the losers in the game
Here's to the soldiers of the bitter war
Here's to the wall that bears their names

Here's to you my little loves with blessings from above
Now let the day begin
Here's to you my little loves with blessings from above
Let the day begin, let the day begin, let the day start

Here's to the doctors and their healing work
Here's to the loved ones in their care
Here's to the strangers on the streets tonight
Here's to the lonely everywhere

Here's to the wisdom from the mouths of babes
Here's to the lions in the cage
Here's to the struggles of the silent war
Here's to the closing of the age.

Here's to you my little loves with blessings from above
Now let the day begin
Here's to you my little loves with blessings from above
Let the day begin

Here's to you my little loves with blessings from above
Let the day begin
Here's to you my little loves with blessings from above
Now let the day begin, let the day begin, let the day start

C'mon kid, get up, Mom needs more chocolate

How to tell it is time to stop Trick-or-Treating...

Chris plopped himself down face-first into someone's lawn last night and exclaimed, "Mooooooom, I just want to go to bed!"

I heart him.

Shhhhhhhhhhhut it!

I'm a pretty good mom. In fact, I've been told I am the best mom on Earth. Actually the best mom on Earff, but I got the gist. I try to take the kids to fun places when I can and I'm all about fairs and parades. But yesterday, I lied to my child. Shocking, I know, but it had to be done! Here's what happened.

This weekend was homecoming here at The State's Univerisity. It is a huge production. We evidently have the largest Homecoming Parade *ever* in our fair town. Parade? We are *so* there! But wait. I took Chris to the doctor on Tuesday because he was hacking and wheezing pretty good Monday night. His asthma has gotten to the point where they finally have put him on a maintenance drug. He has been taking the daily pill, two different nebulizer drugs, a cough med, and, AND, an oral steroid. (That's why he wasn't playing in the World Series this past week.) The doctor told me to keep him home the rest of the week. (woohoo!) By Thursday, we were bouncing off of the walls so I snuck him out to Famous Footwear to return a couple pair of size ones that were too small for him. He then proceeded to bounce off of everything in the store before I sat on top of him to measure his foot (not really) (well, I did measure his foot, but I didn't sit on him. I did grab him up by his shirt-front and explained that we weren't at a playground and he could just knock that crap off real quick. Best Mom EVER! Woot!) Funny, his size one feet are now a size 2 1/2! How did that happen? Anywho...being out in the cold air makes his cough a little worse and so yesterday, I tried to NOT MENTION THE PARADE. We dropped off Matt to help park cars for the Scouts and headed out to get the oil changed in my car and grab some breakfast. Eep! I had to drive past the parade route where hundreds of people were gathering to watch.

Chris - Mom, what are these people doing?
Me - Remember when we talked about Homecoming and stuff?
C - Yes.
Me - Well, these people are here for that.
C - Oh.
Me - (whew!)

So we get to the oil place and right away the guy says "What time is the parade today?" GACK! Uh, pretty soon I think. (Shut it. Shut it. Shut it.) I keep talking about the car until we can scurry across the parking lot to Burger King. (I found out the boy likes Sausage Croissandwiches. Durn it. I had to share. He did share his Cinna-minis, but still...) We get to the counter and first thing, "Are y'all going to the parade?" GACK! Uh, no. He can't be out in the cold air with his asthma. (Shut it. Shut it. Shut it.) We get our food, go out into the playroom to eat and I finally come clean.

Me - Bud, I'm sorry we can't go to the parade today.
C - What parade?
Me - (What parade? What parade? The parade every-freakin-body has been mentioning and I should have just kept my yap shut about it.) Um, they are having a parade today for Homecoming. That's why the people were down the street. But it is too cold for us to be out there.
C - That's okay Mom. I didn't want to go to the parade anyway.
Me - I heart you.
C - I heart you too.

We finished up with breakfast, retreived the car, and went to a local bookstore for a showing of the new Veggie Tales movie "Lord of The Beans".

It's all good. And I still may get to keep my title.

Vroom, Vroom

*Sarcasm Alert*

Am I the luckiest wife on Earth, or what? Dave called me yesterday and asked me, "What would you say to having a Harley Davidson 883R in about a year?" (Note: He didn't have a way to take either of his bikes with him and can't stand being without one.)

So now, I am the proud owner of this, but I won't get possesion for about a year.



I guess I'm letting him drive it around to "break it in" for me. I'm nice that way. Heh. Luckily, their resale value is awesome.

Five bikes! We now own five bikes! Why? Why do we need five bikes?

Let me list them for you.

1 - 1993 HD Heritage Softail
1 - 2001 HD Electraglide
1 - 2006 HD Sportster
1 - 1973 Yamaha 175
1 - 1979 Honda Mini Trail

Why can't he be addicted to, well, anything cheaper?! Like Hornsby's Hard Apple Cider? Oh wait, that's me.

Creepy Moment at The Union

A co-worker and I walked over to the Student Union a little bit ago. We were over by the "food court" area which was closed and had the gates pulled down over the entries. I was telling him that one of the places to eat on campus was a sushi place and said, "Here, I'll show you." and headed toward a sign on the wall that has all of the eateries on campus listed. The sign is posted on the wall right outside one of the entries to the "food court". Evidently, I looked a little too intent on my mission because one of the "food court" workers who was standing a few feet inside the CLOSED gate yells (and I mean yells), "WE'RE CLOSED!". I raised my hands a little bit in the "Don't shoot, I'm not armed." gesture and said (slowly), "Walkin' to the sign." He mumbled something and then said, "Just tellin' ya." To which I replied, "No, you just yelled it at me."

Creepy.

Not so creepy news - I helped with this. (More photos later...)

How we spent our 11th Anniversary

Busy, busy, that's what we are.

David's unit had its departure ceremony last Saturday. Afterward, he bought me this. (Well, not *exactly* this, but one almost like this. The photo of the actual one wasn't up to par.)



Good thing the traditional 11th anniversary gift is steel!

He leaves today for Ft. Bliss and is supposed to be gone until October 2006. He will get to come home some, but probably not much. We are flying down over Christmas break, but we don't know yet about Spring break and the summer.

This having to be the only adult in charge thing is no fun.

Go Team Prozac!

Food, glorious food.

Today was International Something-Something day on campus. The International clubs set up on the library lawn and serve food from each of their countries. There are 15-20ish booths set up with a crap-load of food to be eaten. A bunch of us usually go over there together, spread out and buy platefulls, and then stand around sampling what everyone has bought. You can't be a germaphobe here! We had all kinds of goodness. Most of which I can't pronounce.

But to top it all off, there was a United Way fundraiser going on in one of the buildings. But not just any old fundraiser. It was a chocolate tasting. You pay a dollar and you get three tickets then you walk down the hall with your little plate and trade a ticket for a sample of any of the many homemade chocolately goodnesses.

I think I may have hurt myself.

Take that, dust bunnies!

It's the little things in life that make me happy.

Hurts so good.

It's hard!

Buy me this?

I totally want this shirt.

Whew!

The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to Purgatory!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very High
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	Moderate
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Very High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	High
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Very Low
Level 7 (Violent)	Moderate
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Moderate
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Low

Take the Dante Inferno Hell Test

Long Distance Information

I know it has been a while, but nothing exciting has been going on. I'm writing bright and early (thanks drunk hotel neighbors!) from Memphis, Tennessee! We got here late Friday night and will be going back home today. We packed yesterday FULL.

Here is the hotel we are staying in. They bought the historic building next door (the one you see) and have remodeled it. Trouble is, they haven't finished the lobby so we have to get on the elevator in the original hotel, take it to the third floor, walk down the hall and through the connecting walkway, get on another elevator, and take it up to our floor. That's a trip in itself. Last night there was a domestic dispute across the hall (I watched it through the peephole). It was pretty good. She was throwing his stuff out into the hall and they were both yelling. My favorite part was how she threw the pillows underhand. It is a pillow for cripe's sake. Chunk it overhand. At 4am this morning, the neighbors right next door were doing construction or something just as loud. The guys were using their drunk, outside voices. They are in for a treat when I let Chris loose in here in about an hour and a half. Mmwwwaaaahahahahahah! I'm thinking of putting a target on the wall and chunking our shoes at it.



Our first stop yesterday was the Peabody hotel to see the ducks. Good thing it was free. The boy liked it though, so that counts for something.



Then we rode the Ducks. The ones that travel on land and water. You've probably seen them in Branson. It was a good tour. We saw Sun Recording Studio, the Motel where MLK, Jr. was shot, the Orpheum (Who, by the way, needs to change the sign on the marquee. It said, "John Prine, Tonight, 8:00". I got all excited. I heart John Prine. When I called to check on ticket prices, IT WAS FRIDAY NIGHT. Why would they do that to me?), Beale Street, and the like.

Then we headed to the Pyramid to see The Art of The Motorcycle. (The reason we came.)

One of my favorites.



David in back



Shout out to Richard!



Another of my favorites.


Then we went and ate a a rib joint called Rendezvous. It is in an alley. It was pretty good. The ribs aren't slopping with BBQ sauce. They are dry and you have to add sauce. The sauce itself is sweeter than we are used to. We use more of a vinegar base where here, they use more of a sugary type base.

We are stopping by the Arkansas Apple Festival today to get some yummy, yummy apple cider.

See everyone later!

Thank Goodness

Thank goodness for bounce protection.

Number of checks the bank has covered - 5

Number of dollars AT&T/Alltel owes me - 105

Number of pretend celebrity boyfriends - 3

Hello...earth to child...

Why can't my child learn this? (click to biggify)

Quick!

Somebody get this man a bandage! He's cut!

Who wudda thunk it?

In my real life, I make videos, shoot photos, some web design, have taken glass blowing classes, like to do crafts. So what would my ideal career type be?

Your Career Type: Artistic

You are expressive, original, and independent. Your talents lie in your artistic abilities: creative writing, drama, crafts, music, or art. You would make an excellent: Actor - Art Teacher - Book Editor Clothes Designer - Comedian - Composer Dancer - DJ - Graphic Designer Illustrator - Musician - Sculptor The worst career options for your are conventional careers, like bank teller or secretary.

What's Your Ideal Career?

Ya think?

Shameless Plea

If you have these and you don't use them, I'll be glad to take them off of your hands.

Lemme know.

Seriously, WTF?

I had AT&T wireless. Then it went to Cingular. Then it went to Alltel. You could leave Alltel without the cancellation fee. So I did at the end of July. I was told I may still be billed for the cancellation and if I was, call this number and get it straightened out.

I was and I did.

But noooooooo.

They didn't fix it. They took over $400 out of my checking account (I have auto pay which I told them to cancel as well!) and caused me to bounce some checks! I called this morning and it was all I could do to stay reasonably calm. I had a $379 credit on my Alltel account! Why? Why? I don't even have the account anymore! How long would it have sat there? Aaaarrrrgggghhhhhh! They are going to send me a check for the credit amount. Well that's fine and dandy, but what about all of the Returned Check Fees? (Luckily my bank covers the checks.) I have to fax Alltel a copy of my bank statement with the fees circled and a request for them to reimburse me.

All I can say is "They Better."

Rat Bastedges.

Not happy.

At all.

My need to hit something has tapered off a little.

But still.

Dammit. There, I said it.

What a weekend.

First of all, for some reason unbeknownst to me, I bought this.

It is exactly like the first bike I had when I was 11 or so. It is a blast.

We were pretty busy this weekend. I painted some of the front porch railing. We moved a bunch of stepping stones over by the picket fence to keep the dog from digging out to see his girlfriend. We secured the picket fence a little better to keep the dog from pushing the loosened pickets out. I mowed some. The boys weeded the flower bed. etc etc etc

I put Chris in front of me on the Yamaha 175 and gave him his first real ride on a bike. We started out slow then kicked it up a little to jump some berms. At one point, his helmet came up and clipped me on the chin. Not so fun that. He was having a blast, until he tried to get off the bike. He halfway slid and scraped the inside of his knee. Come to find out, not only did he scrape it, he burnt it on the engine manifold. Not so fun that, either. Poor fella. I slathered it with aloe vera last night and again this morning and it doesn't look as bad as I thought it would.

Crazy? That's okay.

I saw this just this morning and thought I would share it with you. It is by Steve Jobs at Apple.

To The Crazy Ones

Here's to the crazy ones.

The misfits. The rebels.
The troublemakers.
The round pegs in the square holes.
The ones who see things differently.

They're not fond of rules.
And they have no respect for the status quo.

You can praise them, disagree with them,
quote them, disbelieve them,
glorify them or vilify them.
About the only thing you can't do
is ignore them.

Because they change things.
They invent. They imagine. They heal.
They explore. They create. They inspire.

They push the human race forward.

Maybe they have to be crazy.
How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art?
Or sit in silence and hear a song that's never been written?
Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels?

We make tools for these kinds of people.
While some see them as the crazy ones, we see genius.

Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world,
are the ones who do.

Think Different

The challenge of it all.

Ya know, I really enjoy doing a hugely-huge project wrong twice just so I can appreciate how right I did it the third time.

It really doesn't help that I am beyond tired. Just a sample of my schedule -
- yesterday - worked with specialists, found out the movies on their websites weren't working, found out why!, fixed it, worked on another specialist's project, did it right the first time. Went bowling.
- today - Hugely-huge project done wrong twice, right once, building new web pages for three projects I'm working on. Playground meeting tonight.
- tomorrow - Slow day (ha!), get eyes checked. Evening at The Well.
- Thursday - going to a lavendar farm for project in the works. Going to Ada to pick up a motorcycle.
- Friday - David's birthday, Chris' eye appointment, working with two specialists on their pilot show, international food fair. I may have the evening free. Goodie.

Next week I have two days in Tulsa and one in Oklahoma City. They haven't caught on that two days seem to be open!

Wish me luck.

It's gone.

Well, it isn't really gone, it is just in another (unconvienent) spot.

My work computer has been so slow running my editing software. It has also manage to lock up a couple of times that it really should have had the courtesy not to do so at that particular time. So, we cloned the hard drives (two) and erased everything from the computer.

Gasp!

Now I'm having to install all of my software and get it going.

My internet bookmarks are all on the cloned drive so I have to really want to see a website to go dig for the address.

My iTunes music is on the clone.

My iPhotos are on the clone.

My e-mail addresses? Clone.

So if I don't come to see your website or e-mail you, it isn't because I don't love you, it is because I can't find you!

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There is a Blues Fest here in town this weekend. Free.
There is a Hot Air Balloon Festival just north of town this weekend. $17.
Hmmmmm...which to choose?

Also, the Willy Wonka movie is in the next town over (20 some odd miles) at the $1.50 theater.

Crap. Decisions, decisions.

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My last day of teaching this Sunday School rotation is this weekend. I had to buy a fan to take with me. The room is *hot*. I sweat like a pig and needed some sort of relief. Hope this does it!

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I have a car dealer on the lookout for the car I want when they go to the Program Car sale next week. Fingers crossed!!

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Peace out.

They say a picture is worth a thousand words.

color me bad

color me bad
Originally uploaded by Sherrypg.

Who? Me? I don't know what you are talking about. It was like that when I got here. It was that way when you left. It was the cat.

Snort

I think I'll use this next time I come to work a little late...

Pete was driving down the street in a sweat because he had an important meeting and couldn't find a parking place.

Looking up toward heaven, he said "Lord, take pity on me. If you find me a parking place I will go to Mass every Sunday for the rest of my life and give up tequila."

Miraculously, a parking place appeared.

Pete looked up again and said "Never mind. I found one."

By the way, Cooper likes Crayons. To eat. Especially the gray one. Not so much the primary colors.

Luckily, it was only a box of twelve. Four survived intact.

R.I.P. Mr. Gray.

Triple Threat

Heartworms, Hookworms, and an ear infection.

My $20.00 dog is no longer a $20.00 dog. At the rate he is going, I almost could have gotten the Bernese Mountain Dog I heart.

Oh well, he's a cutie so I guess we will keep him.

Did I mention the OU Sooners lost to TCU? Go Horned Frogs! WooHoo!

Good News/Bad News

Bad news - Cooper has heart worms.
Good news - He gets to keep his "berries" a little longer.

Bad news - Cooper has to stay at the vet until Monday.
Good news - I may milk my sick leave to stay home with him next week.

We've only had this dog for a couple of days, but we sure miss him. We went through the heartworm treatment with Buddy years ago and as old as he was, he did really well with it. The vet, Dr. Cutie, says there is a new treatment that doesn't have the arsenic in it, but it still isn't pleasant. David is worried, but I think Coop will be just fine. He and Chris slept on the living room floor last night. The way he sprawls out on the pillows makes me think he is related to David. The way he lays next to the couch and sticks his head underneath it to sleep reminds me of how I put a pillow over my head when I sleep. I think it was meant for him to be here.

Chris fell off of the couch when he and his dad were rasslin' today. The way he and his inner Drama Queen have been acting, you would think he lopped off a few toes instead of just jamming one. I had to carry him to the bathroom earlier. Crazy Drama Queen.

On a brighter note...

Good news - Go Pokes!
Gooder news - Poor Sooners. MMMWWWAAAAAAAHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

By the way...the cow in the "shake that thing" Carl's Jr. commercial...that's not a real udder.

Cooper

Cooper
Originally uploaded by Sherrypg.

Ladies and Gentlemen, may I introduce Cooper (the canine formerly known as Butterscotch.)

We went to animal control to meet him and he jumped up into the car like he had been riding in one since birth.

He can sit and so far hasn't had an "accident" in the house!

He cries when someone leaves the room and follows you right on your heels. He has been at animal control since at least July 15th so we think he has a little bit of separation anxiety. We left him in the backyard when we left this morning and he was crying so loud I almost brought him to work with me. Poor fellow.

He has (so far) been great. I'm glad we got him.

He goes in tomorrow to get a check-up and his shots. He is also having a "surgical procedure". He asks that in lieu of flowers, send a donation to the Red Cross or your local animal shelter. But not to Pee-Tuh. Those people have Jumped the Couch.

Click on his photo to see a couple more I took of him.

Hear that?

Did you just hear a big Whoosh! coming from my direction? I was a hugely-huge sigh of relief.

I have been working on a fairly large project for a grant. The video is about 10 minutes or so long. (And has been a pain, but that is a diffent story for a different day.)

We got some new software in the other day and I had to load the Tiger operating system on my Mac to be able to use the new software. I did that without any problems. But before I loaded the new software, I asked many people, many times, "Now this won't do anything to my files, will it?" Nope, they said. "Are you sure?" Yep.

HA. I say.

I loaded most of it, but one application wouldn't install because I need a different graphics card. Great! Shopping!

But then...I opened up my new and improved editing software and guess what? All of the files are there, but the edited project was AWOL. I looked. A co-worker looked, "Huh." he says. "It should be there." Well, obviously is *should* be there, but it ain't. Luckily, the software has an autosave function and so we looked there. Nope, not there. (Insert cussing here.)

Well, you know me. A woman with a mission (and no desire at all to re-edit the project). I went down layers and layers of autosave files and? finally? I found it! So now all of those hours of editing and tweaking are not lost! Whew.

Yea me!

(We have an appointment to meet Butterscotch this afternoon. I know most (all) of you said Phlaughy, but I think Scotch would be a better wrestler for the boy. Or as we say here in Oklahoma "rassler".)

Who to choose?

Help us out here...
Butterscotch
or
Phlauphy

Butterscotch is a young Golden Retriever/Beagle.

Phlauphy is a 1 1/2 year old housetrained Golden Retriever/Dachshund.

Who would you pick?

I'm a Winner!

WooHoo! I won me some Super Mom magnets! Cause I'm awesome that way.

And since I am (according to Chris' Pre-K teacher) Supermom, it fits quite nicely.

Thanks Melanie.

Now buy her book!

A Year

David is officially going to be gone for a year. He won't be leaving the states, but still...a year. We will get to go see him at Christmas and hopefully on Spring Break. We haven't figured out what to do for the summer yet. I'm going to go get the plane tickets today for the Christmas break to make sure we have them. I'm gonna miss him a little.

Happy Birthday, Matt

Happy Birthday, Matt
Originally uploaded by Sherrypg.

It's somebody's birthday today. The big 1-5. Zoinks.

And a shout-out to Carter in Texas who turns the big ONE today!

How's the weather?

How's the weather?
Originally uploaded by Sherrypg.

Not to say we have had a lot of rain lately, but the fairies are moving into our backyard.


UPDATE - These things are getting HUGE! I'm thinking dinner plate size.

I said, "I *AM* AWAKE!"

I said, "I *AM* AWAKE!"
Originally uploaded by Sherrypg.

Like this? Made it myself. And it is filled with the goodness that is French Vanilla Cappuccino.

Hail to the Chief

Get your position here

Get Outta My Head!

For no apparent reason this morning, this song was STUCK in my head.

Well it's Sunday Mornin'
And the sun in shinin'
In my eye that is open
And my head is spinnin'
Was the life of the party
I can't stop grinnin'
I had to much Tequila last night

CHORUS
Jose Cuervo you are a friend of mine
I like to drink you with a little salt and lime
Did I kiss all the cowboys?
Did I shoot out the lights?
Did I dance on the bar?
Did I start a fight?

Now wait a minute
Things don't look to familiar
Who is this cowboy
Who's sleepin' beside me?
He's awful cute, but how'd I
Get his shirt on?
I had to much Tequila last night

CHORUS
Jose Cuervo you are a friend of mine
I like to drink you with a little salt and lime
Did I kiss all the cowboys?
Did I shoot out the lights?
Did I dance on the bar?
Did I start a fight?

All those little shooters
How I love to drink 'em down
Come on bartender
Let's have another round
Well the music is playing
And my spirits are high
Tomorrow might be painful
But tonight we're gonna fly

CHORUS
Jose Cuervo you are a friend of mine
I like to drink you with a little salt and lime
Every time we get together
I sure have a good time
You're my friend
You're the best
Mi amigo

CHORUS
Jose Cuervo you are a friend of mine
I like to drink you with a little salt and lime
Did I kiss all the cowboys?
Did I shoot out the lights?
Did I dance on the bar?

Jose Cuervo you are a friend of mine

First - I didn't have any tequila last night.
Second - There were no cowboys in my bed this morning. (except me - Go Pokes!)
Thirdly - I rarely do shots and if I do it is a Buttery N*pple. I prefer Hard Apple Cider or Margaritas.
Lastly - Why? Why was that stuck in my head this morning? What triggered it?

Who knows.

Heh?

Overheard in the Student Union Today...

Person 1 - How do you pronounce your last name?
Person 2 - Bo-shay.
P1 - Is that French?
P2 - No, it's Portugese.
P1 - What does it mean?
P2 - I don't know. But in German it means (long pause) something.

Aaaaalllrighty then.

Yummy Yummy

Sopapilla Cheesecake

2 8oz. Cream Cheese (softened)
1 ½ c. Sugar (divided)
1 tsp. Vanilla
2 cans Crescent Rolls
1 stick Butter
1 tsp. Cinnamon

Preheat oven to 365 degrees.

Spray the bottom of a 9 X 13 pan.

Unroll one can of crescents and press on the bottom of the pan.

Mix cream cheese, ¾ cup sugar, and 1 tsp. vanilla and spread over rolls.

Unroll second roll of crescents and place on top.

Melt 1 stick of butter. Mix in ¾ cup sugar and 1 tsp. cinnamon. Stir well.

Pour over crescents.

Bake for 25-30 minutes.

Delish warm or cold!

Cars!

The students. They are back. But is isn't so much them. It is their cars. In just a few days the automobile population of this town increases by about 10,000 (I'm guessing). Parking on campus is a joke. They pretty much park wherever they want the first few days. Not a spot? Not a problem. They just make one up.

We are supposed to park by color. Your permit is blue? You park in the blue lot. But how do I know it is a blue lot? See that teensy-tiny little 6X10 sign there? That's how you know. If I were running the place, I would paint the concrete parking thingies the color of the lot. Blue lot? Blue concrete thingies. Silver lot? Silver concrete thingies.

And don't even get me started on having to pay for a permit so I can park where I work.

I have to go to another building now for a presentation. A co-worker is driving me over and dropping me off 'cause there is no way I could park anywhere near the building. I hope she remembers to pick me up! I better take by umbrella...

Seriously...WTF?

I'm trying to check the boy's e-mail (which I haven't checked in ages) and I totally forgot his password. I click on "Forgot Password?" and this is what I get. (I edited out the provider's name.)

"Need Your Password?

Send an email to password@****.com. You will receive a response in one business day. If you write from a non-**** email address, we ask that you supply us with your **** username and your 4-digit PIN for verification purposes. If you are a **** Platinum member you may choose instead to provide us with the last 4 digits of the credit card to which you bill your **** account. If you paid by check or money order, you will need to provide your Platinum account number for verification.

If you don't have a PIN and would like to create one, click here. Please note, however, that you will need your password to create one."

Sooooo let me get this straight. I can't use a different provider's account to access my password unless I have a 4-digit PIN, but yet I can't get a 4-digit PIN unless I have my password...

Good Lord people. That makes no sense what-so-ever!

Kindergartener

Kindergartener
Originally uploaded by Sherrypg.

Chris' first day of Kindergarten. I made him stand in the rain to take this. He was so excited! (About Kindergarten, not standing in the rain.)

Yep.

Yep. I tried to upload photos twice and it shut down my browser. I guess I'll just write here and you can go to my flickr account to see photos.

I think I'm gonna move.

I may be moving my blog to here. It depends. Last time I tried to add photos, it kept shutting down my browser.

We'll see.