Happy New Year

It's been a great year... I hope everyone enjoy's the Weekend.

Promise to be back Monday... and caught up on news.


love ya

me!

Your New Year's Resolutions

1) Get a pet chihuahua 2) Eat more Twizzlers 3) Travel to Argentina 4) Study cannibal cultures 5) Get in shape with bowling

What Should Your New Year's Resoluton Be?

Happy Holidays

These past few weeks have been hectic at work and home. Holidays shouldn't be so much work, but that's commericalization for ya. I haven't had time to really enjoy the preparations for Christmas this year...it's the first year I've missed Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer and Frosty the Snowman on television. Plus I haven't seen one single "A Christmas Carol" clone or the "Christmas Story" movie. What's up with that?

This is going to sound loony but I can't sleep until I've heard The Back Street Boys Greatest Hits CD. I listen to 5 songs ...and they have to be in a certain order. I'm not telling what order... some things I'm keeping to myself.

The nephews saw Santa Wednesday. They took a photo with him and were perfect little boys. I gave them a dollar and they went to the dollar store and bought a cheap toy. Ben got a motorcycle...William got a police gun and handcuffs. The handcuffs are hard to get off. I made the mistake of letting him cuff me the other morning. I challenged him to a 'quick draw' contest and he misunderstood me. When I counted up to 3, I pulled my make-believe finger gun and shot him, but he was drawing pictures in the air with his finger. Gave "Quick Draw" a new meaning.

Ben calls mustard "butter" and I've been tricking him into drinking his milk by telling him Santa's watching. Once Xmas is over, I'll have to come up with a new method.

Have some changes in store for the 06 issues of Carolina Potpourri. Hopefully by next Friday, the issue will be ready.

All my presents are wrapped and some of my gifts have been sent to friends or given out by hand. Mainly my goodies tins--full of fudge, cookies and other goodies. Those are always met with enthusiasm.

My wish for all my readers is to have a happy holiday and a Merry New Year. Maybe in 2006, we'll all experience miracles and wonders that make life worth it all.

Love to everyone, even those readers that are lurking in the shadows.

~S

You Were Mostly Nice This Year!

Sure, you had your naughty moments... but guess what? Santa was probably sleeping when you were living it up. As far as he's concerned, you've been on your best behavior. So cross your fingers, and you might score good presents.

Were You Naughty or Nice This Year?

Your Christmas Stocking Will Be Filled With Little Wrapped Presents

You've made Santa a very happy fellow this year. Don't worry - what happens at the North Pole stays at the North Pole!

What Will Be In Your Christmas Stocking?

Hump Day

Damn... it's hump day and I haven't got time to get a hump.

Sorry I've been silent but I'm covered in work..Christmas deadlines. Hopefully today I'll get a little ahead and can write something tomorrow.

Lot to write about but no time...

As hard as I'm working, Santa better bring me a good present or I'm coming after his fat ass.


Nip Tuck's Finale ruled last night. More later.

Song in my head

I'm sitting here working...removing spots from a woman's face off an old photo and ...dammit... "Disco Duck" suddenly started playing in my head! How did that happen? I haven't thought of that stupid song in years!

Maybe sometime during the 70's disco craze, I was implanted with a "Disco Duck" chip and it was set on a time line. Like..today!

SooOOooo the question I have to ask is...how the hell do I get rid of the song?

Ok...

I think I've quized enough for a few days! Though they are lots of fun! Well, maybe not lots of fun, but some fun...or a little fun... or just plain ole fun without any adjectives.

Ok...I'm losing my mind.

You Are a Bright Christmas Tree

For you, the holidays are all about fun and seasonal favorites. You are into all things Christmas, even if they're a little tacky.

What Christmas Tree Are You?

Your Elf Name Is...

Baby Mc Mini

What's Your Elf Name?

You Are a Christmas Sweater!

Over the top, colorful, and totally flashy. You're not afraid to be a little tacky.

What Crappy Christmas Gift Are You?

Your Christmas Song Is

Frosty the Snowman Frosty the Snowman Was a jolly happy soul With a corncob pipe and a button nose And two eyes made out of coal Snowball fights, sledding, and tons of hot chocolate with candy canes. Christmas is all about reliving the adventures of your youth.

What Christmas Carol Are You?

You Are A Blueberry Martini

You are a eclectic drink - liking to change drinks and venues often. You are usually the first of your friends to find a cool new dive bar or cocktail. You should never: Drink mystery drinks strangers hand you. Unless you want to wind up in foreign country. Your ideal party: Is mobile, hopping from party to party. Your drinking soulmates: Those with an Orange Martini personality. Your drinking rivals: Those with a Chocolate Martini personality.

What Flavor Martini Are You?

In a Nutshell

I did laundry last night and spent the first part of the morning, picking kleenex debris out of my jeans and socks. Note to self: check the pockets before I wash.

Busy weekend...again. Parties tonight and tomorrow. Work tomorrow --a full day, darnit.

My first cousin, Lee and his wife brought their tiny 4 lb 5 ounce baby home yesterday. Her name is Allie. She's a cutie. Stopped by to coo over her. She was born at 7 months--premature and is doing great. A sweet little Christmas present to be passed around when everyone comes to visit.They have 2 girls already and keep trying for a boy... I have a feeling they'll end up with a house full of girls.

Yesterday, I had a surprise visitor... Allen, my last major ex-boyfriend... it was weird seeing him...he's sober now and cleaned up his act..Reminded me of the Al I first met in 95...which isn't a good thing... makes temptation hard to resist...luckily he's in a part of Fayetteville I never visit... why is it that when you see an important old ex that you don't look your best..or feel like you look your best...the jeans I had on were too big and kept sliding...and my hair was doing that 'let's get wild ---it's rainy' look...but he seemed to think I looked terrific...kept telling me to come over for dinner that he would put some meat on my bones... and we could 'talk.' ...lol..yea right

I made fudge last night and it didn't do right..don't tell my home ec teacher..she'll hunt me down and make me sew curtains or parboil spareribes or iron something with that ham thing...but in my defense I followed a friend's recipe. I wonder if she left out an ingredient so mine wouldn't turn out. You have to be careful when getting recipes from women who prefer to be the best cook around.

Hey, check out this spam name: Heriberto Ho ... can you say it fast 3 times? lol

have a great weekend, guys... Hanukkah-Kwanzaa Claus is watching..

Your Christmas is Most Like: A Very Brady Christmas

For you, it's all about sharing times with family. Even if you all get a bit cheesy at times.

What Movie Is Your Christmas Most Like?

Your Porn Star Name Is...

Little Miss Muff

What's Your Porn Star Name?

Winter Wonderland

In some parts of NC...it's a Winter Iceland. There's lots of cold rain in my portion of the state..and I'm managing to keep my Chrismas bells warm...

I just realized that after almost 30 some yrs of singing "Winter Wonderland" ..I just realized I've been singing part of it wrong...

correct:

Later on, we'll conspire,
As we dream by the fire
To face unafraid,
The plans that we've made,
Walking in a winter wonderland.

my version:

Later on, we'll perspire,
while we drink by the fire
to face unafraid
the plans that we've made
Walking in a winter wonderland...

well I did get 3 lines right...

Cold today!

According to the dear weather man, we're going to get cold rain later this afternoon and tomorrow. I'll say this...it's very cold.

Went to the post office to get some stamps and realized I need to send off my holiday packages, which I didn't have with me. The lines weren't too long and the clerk gave me some holiday stamps. Holiday Cookies...I asked if anyone had tasted them. He said, "They're self-adhesive." No vanilla flavoring.

Ten days left to Christmas. I'm getting so many orders in that I'll have to come in early the rest of this week and next. Some are easy...some aren't. Good thing I got all my shopping done...well, I still need to buy something for my cousin Lee's new baby. It was born at 7 months and is still in the hospital. It weighs almost 4 pounds now. Her name is Alley or Allie or Alleigh or some various of the Al and Lee together.

William wrote a letter to Santa and put it on the tree. I should take a photo of it. He wrote crooked. I can make out some of it. I sure hope Santa can. On his and Ben's presents I wrote From: Sherrie Claus. You know, I was thinking...where are my elves? I need my feet rubbed.

Tuesday is...

some sort of special Mexican day I think. Guess I could go look it up online...

hmmmm...

nawwwwwwww...

Have had a very busy day...last minute Copy and restoration orders flooding me.

To top off the day, I had to take both nephews to school this morning...we forgot to get William's bookbag..so I had to turn around and get it. But I did get them both to school on time! Yipeeeee for me (doing the Grandpa Joe dance)... seemed weird when I went to William's 'elementary' school. We can't just say school...we have to add the elementary part too... I saw several of my old "Pecker's" sports bar friends from the mid to late 90's. They have married and have small kids. One stopped me and asked if William was my child. When I said no, I got the sympathy look...that all young mothers give the childless.

Today I've been busy with some really old photos...cleaning up the spots and adding color...boring photos...these people look as if they were posing for mug shots.

I've got to get some stamps tomorrow, so I can mail off my Xmas cards... note to self...get stamps pronto.

This reminds me... I left a photo someplace... of some frat boys with Merry Christmas written across their bare asses... if you see it please return it promptly... it has sentimental value.

The Weekend Update

Not a bad one. The weekend, not the update.

Friday nite--babysat the nephews. We played online games at the Harry Potter site. They crashed at 8:30 and I goofed off for a while before turning in.

Sat morn--I made pancakes shaped like Christmas stockings (was tricky but I managed to convince the boys they were stockings). We watched a silly Christmas video and then Ben and I played with his Power Rangers and other action figure toys. The 'bad' guys(my men) had captured Santa Claus and the Power Rangers had to save him. They defeated my men who were sent to the Reindeer barn to scoop up poo. The Power Rangers who got hurt were dispatched to the Elf Hospital where they were fed milk and cookies.(lol..hmmm This would make a fun Xmas story. I have a good imagination. I hope it rubs off on the boys...) While we played, William was on the computer playing some of his PC games. I dropped them off at their house and worked until 4.

Sat nite--Rushed home, got dressed and went to the party. Nice crowd. Lots of pretty Xmas decorations and good food. I danced a lot, even if it was by myself--I still had fun. Though I confess that I danced with a few guys and a couple of times with my 'hen' friends. Don't know why, but I got hit on by two guys who were 12 yrs my junior! I'm really trying to stick with guys closer to my age, not because they are more maturer than the younger guys, but because I get tired of having to give sexual lessons... classroom sex is fun, but when you're my age, you prefer to have a partner who is skilled. I'm not knocking younger men--just some younger men, especially the ones who think they're lords of the female body.... and they aren't. I know my body...I know what I like and just because their 'last girl friend liked it when a finger was inserted ( pick a space) and moved (pick a direction)," doesn't mean I will.

So I didn't wake up with mistletoe in my undies. The party ended early due to the smokers who were vanished outside. They were so loud, the neighbor's called the cops. I was home after midnight.

Sunday--I shopped and did some baking. Watched Survivor. What was up with that denim outfit Jeff Probst wore at the reunion show??? I knew Danni would win ...and I'm ok with that.

Today...I'm printing orders and goofing off online.... trying to get the dried prune image out of my head.

You Are Dancer

Carefree and fun, you always find reasons to do a happy dance. Why You're Naughty: That dark stint you had as Santa's private dancer. Why You're Nice: You're friendly. Very friendly.

Which of Santa's Reindeer Are You?

In a Past Life...

You Were: A Banished Jester. Where You Lived: Israel. How You Died: Decapitation.

Who Were You In a Past Life?

TGIF and some other meaningless letters

I really don't know why I sing the TGIF song, since I have to work tomorrow. But it's a short day.. 11-4 and I hope to get a lot of work done. One of my clients came by with a freaking fruitcake. I almost died. She made it. I'll give it to my Granny. Old people love fruitcakes.

I'm babysitting tonight. My brother-in-law is going to New Orleans for a week. He works with Lowes. Don't know exactly why. So she asked me to keep the nephews so they could have a night alone. Go sister... oh and if I have any readers in N.O...please don't judge all of NC by how my brother-in-law acts... he's just a redneck. And I had nothing to chose from at the brother-in-law shop.

Sat nite, going to a party. It's a Holiday party and... I guess I'll know if I had a good time if I wake up with mistletoe in my undies.

History of Eggnog?

Party on, farm animals!

Happy Birthday Baby

Back in 1972, when I was just a little girl, I had a huge crush on Donny Osmond. I fantasized that we would live side-by-side on horse ranches in Montana and talk to each other at the fence that separated our ranches. We would ride our favorite horses...mine's name was Blitz and his horse's name was Sherrie (he named it afer me.). We would cook and do all kinds of fun things, like put puzzles together and watch cartoons. He would sing to me sometimes.

Such innocence...where did it go? Now if I had a chance, I would do sordid dirty nasty things to him while he sings to me.

So here's to the first crush of my life... true love lasts forever...

Happy Birthday Donnie Osmond... Dec, 9. 1957

(hey, dig the sneakers)

A Few Nothings

Had an interesting bit of spam just now. It's from 'btvwvtt' and the subject header was 'find out your mmftsfsveg'... hmmm, it's interesting but not interesting enough to open.

I get a kick out of reading comments from anonymous people, especially on Earl's blog and a few other 'in your face' blogs. How easy it is to be as rude as hell, when you can hide behind an anonymous heading. How nice these rude people make the online world with their warm fuzzy comments. I am amazed at how savage some people are when they can't see the person they're writing too. I don't think it's very nice to wish people dead or to wish something horrible would happen. I don't care how much I disagree with someone about a blog post or anything on line or in real life, I would never wish ill health or death or threaten to come after them. Like they really would do something! I don't think so... hell, people take things with a grain of salt and go do something constructive like knitting or stamp collecting.

Nip Tuck was pretty good Tuesday night. Two more episodes and it's over...then it will rerun for an eternity. Tonight is Survivor...5 left..and then it finishes on Sunday. Judd got booted last week. Talk about a good finale...there are a bunch of angry men this season on the jury. I bet they'll have to bleep out a lot of words. I hope anyone but Lydia wins. I can't stand her. She should have been gone ages ago.

Well, I'm off...to think about some porn and restore photos... porn... yea... makes the day go by faster.

ouch my aching thigh..and woe to my hairy palms

For it to be such a gray cold day, I'm in a fairly good mood... last night at b-dance, I pulled a muscle at the top of my right thigh... the floor was cold so I wore socks which caused me to slip during a turn... good thing it was the last class until Jan.

Afterwards I was putting on my coat and gloves--my gloves are those fuzzy kind--look almost like fur..this pair is brown. I was adjusting one of them and I looked down and said, "Oh no I've got hairy palms." No one got the joke!!! I thought...what a waste.

Put ornaments on the tree last night. The nephews helped for a bit, putting stuff on the same branch. I looked over at it and saw it was sagging, so I moved them, which prompted the boys to put more on the same limb.

Today I've got porn on my mind! Beats thinking about what to cook for supper!

December Issue

is up

and running.... away

One of those Days!

I'm having a goofy day-- This morning it took me 20 mins to get out of the post office parking lot...I think everyone in Lumberton was there. Then I dropped a full cup of coffee in front of the front desk...hoping it doesn't stain the carpet. Oh yea..while I was at the post office (went for stamps and forgot them) I saw a guy I dated briefly in 95...we went out a few times--hit it off but he had to move out of town due to his job...anyway he's back here now. When he asked if I was married, I said no...he said, "I wish I had looked you up sooner. I'm getting married next weekend. Got a girl pregnant." I'm thinking I'm glad he didn't. Hell, I don't even want to stand close to his pants if he's that fertile.

Then just now a guy called asking if we did id cards. We do the pictures but not the cards... so I told him about a store but called it Penny Lane. The Beatles song... we couldn't find it in the phone book... but I told him where it was. Then remembered it's not called Penny Lane. So I checked our Caller ID thingie and called him back...told him the real name. And to explain I said, "I was thinking of the Beatles." He sort of laughed but I could tell he was thinking..."What a dopey chick!"

I'm covered in work. This means I'll have to come in a few hours early until Christmas is over. I don't mind...beats staying late in a cold building. My nipples hate me when they get so cold they can cut glass.

Rainy Monday

It's the first Monday of December. We're rainy today. Cool and rainy. Yesterday was really nice... the temp was 73 F and the sun was out. But not today. It's nasty out there.

I'm glad I'm inside. Lots of people downtown today. Almost all are walking by the studio and talking..at first I thought to themselves and then I realized they were yakking into cell phones. Oh the joys of cell phones...I believe they're the reason so many people march down the streets of Lumberton, forsaking window shopping as they discuss sordid details of their lives over their cell phones with other cell phone zombies. I refuse to fall into the trend... and become a zombie of cellular land.

Had an ok weekend. Could have been better if naked slave men had been around to rub me down with oil. But it was an oil-free weekend, so that meant I had to contend with other things, like work and a small party on Sat night.

Was fun...not enough guys who knew how to talk about non-sports related topics. I like sports like the next person, but there are times...like when I'm wearing raspberry flavored lipstick and baring cleavage that the topic of NFL ranking seems out of place.

Did anyone catch the season finale of Curb Your Enthusiasm? Oh it rocked...was too funny, especially when Larry thought he had met his adoptive parents and thought that he was now a gentile...but he wasn't... in fact he wasn't adopted at all. This season was one of the funniest.

I worked on the magazine yesterday. I keep thinking of things to add to it. Hopefully it will be finished tomorrow.

Nothing much going on... just watching the minutes tick away until I'm out of this dank and dusty place and home, eating spaghetti.

A Poem: Night Arrives

Night arrives
with a murderous swarm of fog;
the death of autumn in my soul.

I search for you,
a mist of burnt sage and sweat
inside the shadows of moonlight
that taunt the satin of our bed.

Lust is the vapor we inhale,
as you impale me with
the rot of manhood;
the beginning and now the end.

Wisps of heat rise
touching mist of night
and I die a little death

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
First poem I've written in ages. Funny how being a little horny can twist a perfectly good start of a poem into something carnal and decadence.

Animal Crackers

I believe there's something to this! This morning I noticed the cookie jar lid wasn't on there tight, so I looked in and saw a mad orgy going on...

Oldies 96.5 is playing nothing but holiday songs... they started the monday before t-day... from what I can gather...it's just one song..'white christmas'..at least that's what's playing when I'm going to work or from... but then it could be just my impeccable timing

as if anyone cares...

Just Sherrie

When I got home Wednesday from dance, my sister drove up behind me. Mom was at my house with the nephews, waiting for her to pick them up. I went in back door ahead of Lisa. The backdoor opens into the kitchen. Mom was standing there and I heard her tell William, "It's just Sherrie." He said, "Hey Just Sherrie. We're waiting for Mommy."

I laughed. Then Lisa came in and William ran up to her and said, "Mommy, did you bring 'Just Sherrie' with you?"

Funny kid.

I'm finally over my respiratory bug. It sucked being that sick and still having to work and write the novel. Can't believe I did it. Must have some fairy dust in me bones after all.

As I predicted the next 21 days are going to drive me crazy. I'm getting copy and restoration orders in for Christmas. And people are booking photo sessions.

But I will find time to have some fun... ;)

Dammit

Yesterday I had problems with staying online while at work. Was due to a minor glitch and would require rebooting, etc but I was working on a deadline for that afternoon and didn't reboot. But naturally I thought of things I wanted to write about...

and had them firmly planted in my mind. Sentence and paragraphs, all in order. But before I log onto this blog to write, I visited Earl's blog... and the recent photo he's posted totally uprooted every word, comma, ... and exclamation mark I had plotted to post.

I'm thinking I'll need to go back to his blog...and see if I can find my sentences. This may take a while, because I had much to say.

So I'll be back in a few hours....if I don't get side-tracked.