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The Boring Life Of Me!

Well, it’s not really boring.  It’s actually very busy.  But tell me, do you want to hear about me going to the gyno?

I didn’t think so.  But, it seems that when you are over 40, there are a lot more questions to answer.  The “M” word came up.  You know, menopause!  What a funny word.  If you break it down, it looks like a pause in men.  Really?  Doubtful!  Oh, and I have to get “the girls” squashed annually.  Apparently six years since my last one is a bit too long.

I would love to talk about work because really, the people I work with are SOOOOO entertaining.  I can’t though as I get stalked occasionally.  But really, there is enough crazy in the world, do you need to hear more?

My oldest son had to go to court yesterday for a traffic violation.  He stayed up all night worrying about it.  He had to appear before the judge.  This time the officer did make an error.  I don’t stick up for my kids unless they are truly in the right.  This time the officer ticketed the wrong driver and, when my son showed him the discrepancy at the scene, the office replied “I am ticketing you because I can.  If you don’t like it, take it up with the judge!”

I really wish I could tell the officer to take his asshole dial and turn it down a few thousand notches!  The ticket was dismissed so all is well.

I can tell you about my crazy neighbors.  Well, crazy in a good way.  We are quite the characters of the neighborhood.  Neighbor 1 who I will call E got this machine.  We call it “the jiggler”.  You get on this big vibrating machine and it supposedly jiggles your fat away.  According to neighbor #2 it “feels sexy”.  We don’t go in the room while neighbor #2 is on the jiggler.  I wish I knew the proper name.  It cost about $2500 and apparently the astronauts use it for muscle strength and tone.  Supposedly you burn 400 calories while standing on it for 20 minutes.  If it works I may marry it!

Guess I better go.  I burned a vaca day yesterday.  No, not because of the gyno, but more because I could.  When you work in romper room, sometimes a day off is just what the doctor ordered.


No. Not Yet!

For those of you with inquiring minds who may have checked back to see if I made the switch….you silly people.  You really don’t know me, do you?  I said by FRIDAY, which means tomorrow.  Would I really do today what I can put off until tomorrow?

Don’t know what I’m talking about?  Read below.

In other news, I made my annual “well woman” appoint.  Annual as in my last one was two years ago!  That, my friends, is procrastination at its finest.  I’m really considering a glass of wine (or three) before the appointment. 

Yes, I know.  Because of my age (twenty x 2 plus one) I also will need a mammogram.  Ugh.  The turmoil of being a woman.  Poked and pinched.  See?  In my house NO ONE gets THAT privilege without properly wining and dining me.  Why then am I going to PAY someone to do it?  I know, I know, it’s worth it.  But still….it’s just….YUCK!

Can I tell you it freaks me out just a bit that my doctor is my pregnant daughter’s doctor?  Can I tell you it freaks me out a little that he delivered her little brother (my son).

That deserves a WOW.  Someone?  Anyone?

With that interesting bit of babble I will leave you and tell you to go and enjoy this fine day!


Some Things Don’t Come Easy

Things change.  I get that.  I don’t handle change well, but I get it.

Actually, I take that back.  I can handle BIG changes.  Say someone gets really sick and there are life changing effects.  I can work with that.  Or, let’s say we have to move.  Not a problem.

Now, let’s say that someone suggest that I change the time my alarm goes off.  My alarm goes off each weekday at 4:30.  I hit snooze a few times, but always drag myself out of bed and hit the shower by 4:45 or so.  This has been the schedule since my kids were small.  My oldest is now 21-that’s a long habit.  I did this to have some “me” time before my day got started.  When I went back to work, waking up this early gave me an opportunity to get myself ready, a few chores done, and send kids off to school with a hot breakfast.  Guess what.  I only have one kid left at home…..and he’s 16!  He drives.  Half the time he doesn’t want breakfast.  Why then can I not set my alarm to go off at say 5:30?  Because I feel like the world would fall from it’s axis and life as we know it will cease!

Another thing that I can’t change?  My alarm clock is 30 minutes fast.  It’s been that way since I was in high school.  It started with 10 minutes and worked it’s way to 30.  Why?  I have to trick myself to get out of bed.  If I open an eye and see 5:01 I’m all “wow, I’m late!”  To add to that, it isn’t always exactly 30 minutes.  Sometimes its 28, 31, 29, etc.  Again, why?  That way I won’t justify a few more hits of the snooze key by thinking “Well, it’s actually only 4:30.  I can sleep a few more mins.”

Why am I boring you with this?  I don’t know.  Maybe because you keep coming back!  What?  It’s not me, it’s you!  You read all the way to this point, you can’t blame me!

I’m boring you with this because I kind of feel that if I write that I’m going to change I will then be accountable.  So here you go.  In black and white I hereby state that I will set my alarm clock to reflect the right time AND I will set it to go off at 5….eventually.  OK!  By the end of the week.  But I will warn you, if I’m late one time, you will never hear the end of it!

Better Today

I bought a Neti Pot.  I think I may have mentioned that before.  It’s gross but effective.  I don’t have that “crap, this is going to turn into a full blown infection” feeling.  I’m also taking Allegra D.  I’m not sure which is helping the most, but between the two, I should be able to get my drink on this weekend!

Texas weather is so funny.  Last week we were bundling up in coats and scarves for our nightly walk.  This week we were stripping off layers during our walk.  Yesterday it hit 80 degrees and I would guess about 90% humidity.  Gotta love it!

I guess I’ve procrastinated enough.  I just realized we have a little over a month to get our taxes done.  Where did the time go?  This year we may get something back (shhhhh, don’t say that too loud).

While I’m thinking about it, I have a question.  As I’ve mentioned about a gajillion times, I’m going to be a grandmother this summer.  An acquaintance has a full Nursery suite full of furniture that he is selling for $200.  When I say full, I mean, crib, changing table, rocker, dresser, mattress, travel playpen, and stroller with infant seat.  That’s a good deal.  My husband’s response when I said that I needed to clean out Jessica’s room and turn it into a nursery was “a nursery?  We don’t need a nursery.  The baby won’t be here THAT much.”  Today I mentioned it to one of my bosses.  His reaction?  Almost exactly word for word as my husband’s. 

Is it just me?  My theory is, if his daughter comes to visit with her 1.5 year old, she will need to sleep somewhere.  His other daughter has two and is due with the third in May.  If they come to visit, again, the crib will be useful.  Of course I’m going to babysit as much as my daughter will let me.  Again, having a crib will be handy.  Plus, I have two boys who will eventually find good women and will give me many more grand babies (key word – eventually).

Who agrees with me?

Because It Doesn’t Take Much!

It really doesn’t.

I was in an extremely pissy, irritated, agitated mood today.  Why?  Well, if I knew THAT then I’d be a frickin genius!  I don’t know.  I just am.

Well, was.

Then I looked at the side of the road while sitting at a light and saw two birds having quite a time.  Talk about bow chica bow bow!  Yes, spring is in the air.

The funniest part?  You could tell the female from the male.  The male when finished walked around with his chest out and if he could talk, would have said “yeah, that’s right, I’m da man!” 

The female?  After she swatted him a way a few times after he was, er, done, she wanted to be left alone and was sitting there “grooming”.  If she could talk she would have been saying “Good God, it wasn’t THAT good.  Now get out of here.  You bug me!”

Right?  I know!  It’s scary how my mind works.

The DISC Model of Human Behavior

I did part two of this whole figuring out who I am.  Do a little Google search on DISC Model of Human Behavior to find out more about this test. 

Basically you answer questions, figure out numbers, and end up with two graphs.  One graph indicates   how you think people expect you to behave.  It’s your normal guarded and masked behavior.  Graph number two is entitled “This is me”.  It is your response to how you feel and think under pressure-how you really feel and think inside.  It’s your normal unguarded and unmasked behavior.  There is a middle line on the graph.  All points above the middle are your strong points, the points below are your weaker points.  Most people are a blend of two behaviors.

On graph one (the way I think about myself) I only had one letter above the mid-line.  According to me, I’m an “I”.  “I” stands for inspiring, influencing, inducing, impressing, interactive, interested in people.  I pretty much agree with this.

According to the second graph (my normal unguarded and unmasked behavior) “I” and “S” are above the line and the other two are ON THE LINE!  Basically that means I fall into EVERY category with I & S being my strongest points.  How can that be?  My friend summed it up this way:  “You are a people pleas-er and an enabler.  You try to be all things to all people at all times.”  Wow!  She’s right!

We already covered what “I” stands for.  I am an “I/S” blend.  “S” stands for Steady, stable, shy, security-oriented, servant, submissive, specialist. 

OK, shy?  Really?  Submissive?  LOL.  I don’t agree with those, but the others are a big YES! 

What happens when you get an “I/S” blend?  Oh boy, are you sure you really want to know? 

OK, you’re still reading so I guess you do.  Here you go:

Inspirational Specialists.  I am influential and stable (ha).  I love people and people love me (I do love people).  I like to please (dahhhhhh) and serve others (have you ever been to my house?  You will not leave hungry and you may have a bag of stuff that I think you just can’t leave without).  I do not like time controls or difficult tasks (I LOVE time controls; difficult tasks?  Well as an example, if you need help with a home improvement project, the only way you’ll get me over to your house to help is by not saying “home improvement project” but saying something like “I have a bottle of wine I’m about to open, want to come over?”)  I want to look good (yup) and encourage others (definitely), but often lack organizational skills (hell to the no!  I am uber organized.  Maybe a little OCD).  I follow directions and do what I’m told (Hold on, I think coffee may have just squirted out of my nose, nough said).  I should be more concerned about what to do than with whom I should get to do it (not me.  Usually people are all “You don’t have to do it ALL.  Let someone else help).  I am motivated by interactive and sincere opportunities to help others (yup).  Regardless of being up front or behind the scenes, I influence and support others (I try to).  I make a good friend and obedient worker (jury is still out on the latter but I always try to be a good friend).

Not a bad assessment.  In fact it’s pretty spot on! 

Since you all FAILED at de-lurking in the last post, I won’t ask you if you think this is an accurate assessment.  No!  Don’t tell me.  Don’t even THINK about telling me!   

Happy Friday my friends!  (That’s happy FRIDAY; not BIRTHDAY!  LOL) 

What? That last statement didn’t make sense?  Well, if you WANT to leave a comment and ask me what that means, that’s fine.  If enough people ask I may let you in on the little funny!

Who? Me? Really?

My goal is to blog regularly, like back in the old days.  Yeah, don’t hold your breath. 

I haven’t been blogging regularly for many reasons, one of which is a time issue, another is due to this sudden urge to be very private.  I know?  Right?  Me? Private?  Ha!  I’m a freakin open book!

In my attempt to bore you, blog regularly, I am just going to share random thoughts and things that come up.  Lucky you!

Today’s rambling – My ministry profile.  I know! Crazy, huh?  I’m actually getting involved in a church because I found a church that I love that isn’t a church of condemnation.  Don’t worry, I’m not going to turn all preachy. 

Anyway, I feel that if a church is going to help me, I should give back.  I don’t know if it’s because I’m getting older and stuff, (let’s just say wiser, K?), but instead of just jumping into something that may or may not be right for me, I decided to take this seminar (for lack of a better word), that helps you identify your gifts so you can volunteer by doing something that suits your personality.

I knew I was bossy a leader, and I knew that I was hospitable, and organized and all that crap, (and elegant with my writing and grammar too, yes?) but I was surprised that my biggest strength was mercy.  Here is the description:

Christians with the Gift of Showing Mercy demonstrates genuine sensitivity to suffering.  They are compelled to help people reduce pain.  They are concerned more with the person, than the reason for the suffering.  Focusing on the feelings of those who hurt, Showers of Mercy desire to minister by “being there” when people really need them.  sympathizing and/or empathizing are their specialties.  While others may care more about why, what, when or how, those with the Showing Mercy are interested in “who” needs tender loving care.

To Summarize:  Caring

Overuse:  Too sensitive

Goal:  Wise insights, not foolish responses

I agree to a certain extent.  When someone is hurting, I hurt.  I don’t even have to know the person.  If I think they are hurting or in need of something, I feel the urge to help.  I would say I put the person first, but, and maybe this comes with motherhood, I also care about the when, what, why and how.  If you don’t fix the when, what, why and how, the person will never stop hurting. 

I do agree that I’m overly sensitive.  I hope I come across as caring.  Wise insights?  The jury is still out on that one.

What do you lucky peeps who know me or who have read the blog and think you know me think? 

BTW-I think last week was national “de-lurking week” or something like that.  If you are a lurker, feel free to leave a comment.  Well, unless it’s creepy.  Then you really don’t have to!



That word describes my weekend.  We had some kick ass weather this weekend in H-Town.  Low in the 50’s high in the 80’s!  Humidity pretty much non existent!  Wow!  If we could have a few more weekends like that I may just lose my stabbiness (word)!

I’m not one to crave waking at Oh Dark 30 to hit the garage sales.  SuZan says you get the best deals when you’re first.  Pfffft.  When she suggested venturing out for a day of garage sale-ing AND she suggested not leaving until 8 a.m., I was in! 

Let me tell you, not only is Suz the decorator extraordinaire, she is also a garage sale expert!  As we drove to the 1st neighborhood, all of a sudden she slammed on her breaks.  I’m all like “WTF?” and she was all “Look, right there, a table….it would be perfect for your living room!”  I’m still going “Huh?  Where?  I don’t see……Ohhhhhhhhh, let’s stop”.

Sho nough the table was perfect.  The table happened to have a friend named side table.  The coffee table was originally marked $120 and the side table $80.  I got both for $75!  Score!

Now, you may think “What?  She buys stuff from a garage sale for her house?”  Yes, I sure do.  I have A D D as well as a multitude of other disorders (just ask my husband.  Apparently I have a house work and cooking disorder as well).  People who have A D D tend to change things often and tire of them quickly.  In two years, who can gripe if I get rid of tables I paid $75 for?  Exactly.  Plus, I’m slowly kicking, encouraging my children to leave the nest.  I figure my garage sale purchases will make perfect furniture to help feather my children’s nest as they leave!

You want pictures?

Side Table by sheri_and_suzan.

Coffee Table by sheri_and_suzan.

Detail by sheri_and_suzan.

Sorry about the blurriness of the pic.  I was trying to show the detail.  Those tassel things?  They match the tassel things in my wall paper!  Triple score!

Better get back to work!  I hope everyone has an AWESOME day!

Hey! Hey You! Yeah, You!

I’m glad you stuck around!  I know, I know,  we keep saying we’re going to get this thing rollin again.  We will.  It’s been a little crazy.  But really, crazy makes for some good reading.  Come back by Friday (hey, maybe Thursday if you’re lucky). 

Hope all is well with you, and you, and you!  It is?  Great!  Glad to hear it!

I do want to let you all know that I collected my personal goal for the Komen walk in Houston.  As a group we raised over $1500!  I hope this effort will help KCA (Kick Cancer’s Ass!). 

Ok, that’s all I have time for right now, but seriously, check back!


Summer Vacation?

I ended the title with a question mark for a reason.  Why?  Because I didn’t take one.  Well, I actually took a one day vacation, but that didn’t work out quite as I had planned.  I ended up staying at the office until 7:30 the night before; emailing from home regarding office issues until 10:30; woke up and was emailing and taking phone calls at 8:30; more email at 11:00; then frantic phone calls at 4:00.  I then came into the office the following day which was a Saturday to take care of all the frantic issues of the previous day, my vacation day.  As I said, not what I had planned for my vaca.

Non-the-less, when I started thinking about my summer, it still proved to be eventful.  Here is a list of words and phrases that could be used to describe my summer.  If you want to play, make up your story of how they relate to my summer in the comments.  Tune in next week for…..the rest of the story.

Summertime words and phrases:

Tripcation; Greece; Broke; Sixteen; Nineteen; Moving out; camping Sheri style; Farm Town; Carmel (as in the city); surgery; fired; toilet leak in the bathroom; Major toilet leak in a bathroom; Moving in; grandchildren; Driver’s License; coin; amidoodles; Nebraska; $.58; wine; walking; wine; surgery; whine; and, did I say wine?

After reviewing the list, I may just have to break it down to a story a day.  You may have to come back and visit many times to catch up.  That’s OK because our blog friends are like real life friends.  I’ve missed you guys!