It has come to my attention that certain people may be reading my journal who do not agree with my beliefs. I must tell you that I was considering censoring myself because of this, but I will not. My freedom of speech and religion are very important to me, even if it means being critisized and rejected. Even if I were to censor this journal, I would still feel the way I do and I refuse to apologize for it. If you take issue with anything herein, feel free to comment or email me. I am open to suggestions and advice.
Most of my journal is public, that is a choice that I have made. I ask if you do not like what you read to please not read it. If you do like what you read, feel free to add me as a friend.
I would like to say a sad goodbye to pacocita . She just commented and I finally realized she deleted her journal. I understand, Carrie. It is time-consuming. But, I really enjoyed our conversations and maybe I will catch you online sometime!
Also, whoever gave me, like 215 hugs, thanks!!! I feel very loved now. :D
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Mr. Common Sense.
Mr.Sense had been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as knowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm and that life isn’t always fair. Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don’t spend more than you earn) and reliable parenting strategies (adults, not kids, are in charge). His health began to rapidly deteriorate when well intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. - Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition. Mr. Sense declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer aspirin to a student; but, could not inform the parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Finally, Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense finally gave up the ghost after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot, she spilled a bit in her lap, and was awarded a huge settlement.
Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust, his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason. He is survived by two stepbrothers; My Rights and Ima Whiner. Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on; if not, join the majority and do nothing.
I have been so ill the last few days that I haven't felt like doing much of anything.
I have been furiously working as a sub in the Peoria schools, hoping to make enough money to tide us over for the summer in case I don't find other work. I finally quit my job at Bill's, after one of the grumps yelled at me. I couldn't stand it there anyway.
So many changes are happening this spring. I feel like I've shed my skin and have emerged a different person. I am much more calm than I ever remember being, more sure of my step, and more delighted with life. God has been so good to me; He has blessed me with a home that is paid for, a car that I worked to pay off, a college education (even though I am not nearly as greatful as I should be for this), a good man to love, a cute puppy, and good health (not counting today!) I am blessed.
I've been very busy lately with working (as a sub, yes, glori!) and working some more at Bill's and then going to play practice. I didn't even get to work out at all last week because I was so flippin busy.
But, honestly, I like it this way. Much better than wishing I were doing something.
I don't know why, but I have also felt strong urges not to write. I figure if I don't have much to say, it's better to just not write. But, then what happens is I have all this really cool stuff happen to me, forget to write about it, and then have something really sad or frustrating happen and only write about that. I don't want my future children to think all I think about is the negative stuff, so I better start writing about the good stuff.
I have also been considering writing a fictional novel. Like Back to the Future. I watched that last week and I think it would be cool to write about me going back to my parent's days.
Well, maybe not. They don't seem to have had much fun. Plus, I don't know the story of how they met. Mom was very vague about that.
I am rather sleepy, but I have to stay awake because I am at work. Humph.
Well, kiwiria posted something from penknife's journal and I have been busy writing ever since. If you are interested in the new amendment Virginia has just passed regarding homosexual marriage and unions, please go see my response to this.
It seems as though the enemy is winning most days. I. Cry. Inside.
Your mood before seeing them: Happy and nervous because I had never met him before or seen a picture. Who introduced you: Yahoo! :D Where you first saw them: Cheddars in Peoria. What you noticed first: His beautiful blue eyes. What they noticed first: He wasn't stood up after all. Your first impression of them: Very kind and gentlemanly. Their first impression of you: I am not sure...everytime I ask him, he always says something to the effect, "I was just happy you showed up." First thing they said in your presence: Are you Sherri? Kind of person you thought they were: Neat and friendly. From 1-10 [10 being highest likelihood]: 10
==RELATIONSHIP FIRSTS==
First Hand-holding [where took place / who initiated it ]: Hmmm... You know, I think we skipped this step entirely. I don't recall holding hands before we kissed, so I don't remember! First hug [where took place / who initiated it / rating 1-10]: At the end of our "date" as he dropped me off at my car at Cheddar's. I think it was mutual initiation. (10) First kiss [where took place / who initiated it / rating 1-10]: At my apartment in Lincoln, I definitely initiated it ("Are you gonna kiss me or what?") and it was probably about a 7, only because I made him nervous when I said what I said.
==THE MOST [BLANK] THING YOU AND YOUR PARTNER HAVE EVER DONE==
Romantic: Taking off in the car and driving all over... no real plans, just being together. Sweet: Remembering each other's strengths, not flaws. Life-altering: Thus far, getting married. Immature: Shoving match. Mature: Keeping low-key contact with family.
==WHO IS MORE [BLANK] IN YOUR RELATIONSHIP==
Romantic: Me Sensitive: Uh... duh. Me, of course. Shy:Him. Attractive: Him. Intelligent: Him when it comes to books. Me when it comes to life stuff. Spiritual: We are about on a level playing field, but I am usually the initiator in prayer and "God" discusssions. So, me. Humorous: He is more sarcastic, I am more sloppy. Messy: Me. Confused: Matt seems to be more confused than I on a daily basis.
==RATE THE FOLLOWING FEATURES ABOUT YOUR PARTNER 1-10==
Eyes: 10 Beautiful blue eyes!! Nose: 10 I think his nose is perfectly shaped. Not fat like his Dad's family and not too skinny like mine. Lips: 8 Ears: 10 I like his AttachedYetNotAttached ear lobes. Jawline: 10 Hair: 9 Even though it is getting chased away, I love his hair. Hands: 4 Rejects lotion in its entirety. Arms/elbows: 10 Not sure what this means. Legs: 10 OW! Work those sexy legs! Feet: 10 You know you have a problem when your husband's feet are better looking than your own.
==WHAT [BLANK] MAKES YOU THINK OF YOUR PARTNER==
Song: "At Last" by Etta James Movie: Office Space Food: Pizza Drink: Orange Koolaid Book: "The Proper Care and Feeding of Husbands" Kind of Dance: Latin dancing... one summer night in a vineyard... Season: Any holiday involving avoiding family. Type of Tree: Weeping Willow or a Dogwood Animal: Chow-chow puppy dogs Flower: tulips/ lillies
==WHICH [BLANK] OF YOUR PARTNER'S DO YOU LIKE BEST==
Article of Clothing: Any tee shirt... Jewelry Item: wedding band Favorite Band: Rolling Stones Friend: ??? I was unaware he had made friends I liked.
I've been MIA the last couple of days for no good reason. Not a lot has happened since then, just wanted to let everyone know I've been reading your posts and appreciating them very much.
I hope Jessica, Brenda, Jonathan and Dania had a fun weekend!
And everyone else, as well, hope your weekend went splendidly!
Congrats to John and Noelle on their move! :) I am glad to hear that Phillip and Shana moved their wedding date up... what fun!
I am sorry that Lucy is feeling lonely and that Brenda had a long day on Friday.
I am ecstatic that Melissa has some interested parties in her nanny position!
If I missed you and you want to give me some more news, please leave a comment!
How to spot Sherri in a crowd: Simply look for a strawberry blondish haired girl looking around her with a foolish look on her face. She's probably thinking about her next activity, not feeling angry or sad.
The nature of Sherri: Sherri is very outgoing and loves to be around people. Except when she doesn't. At times, she relishes being alone, curling up with a book, watching an old movie, or simply working on a craft or doing chores. Too much stimulation makes her cranky. However, she is usually relaxed and tries to make others feel the same in her presence.
The real Sherri: Sherri is a thinker at her very core. She thinks everything through very carefully, weighing all options and possibilities. She believes in friendship and long lasting love. Just like chestnutcurls, it is very hard for Sherri when a friendship or relationship dies because of her belief in lifetime commitments to people. She tends to be overly sensitive, even if she only lets those closest to her know how she feels. She is a soft-hearted person, who has little patience, unfortunately.
Common reactions to Sherri: "I've never met anyone as nice as you! But you are strange!"
What not to say to Sherri: Try not to tell her what to do, because if you form your request as a demand, she will likely not do what you wish. Don't pick up after her. Don't ask her to pick up after herself. She gets after herself enough about this. Don't point out her flaws...especially physical ones. Don't tell her you are too busy to see her. Don't ever call her names or say spiteful things simply to hurt her.
How to scare Sherri: Tell her Matt is dead and that she will have to live alone for the rest of her life. Tell her that there is a monster under her bed and then leave the room. Be a domineering person. Make her audition for something. Scream at her.
How to get Sherri to smile: Tell her something you like about her. Say she is beautiful and mean it. Send a card, letter, email, present. Be her doggie, Bear. Snuggle with her. Make her watch, "When Harry Met Sally."
How to get Sherri to laugh: Be Tommy Siegrist. Talk about high school days or recent fun events. Tickle her sides.
What makes Sherri mad: The government. Bossy people. Child abusers. Her mother.
What makes Sherri happy: Being able to plan her whole day without anyone having a say in what happens. Anything on her "smile" list. Knowing God is in charge and she doesn't have to make all her plans for the future happen.
What motivates Sherri: Completing a project. That's basically it. Projects are her whole life.
What makes Sherri stumble: Her pride, impatience, insecurity, lack of family, and excessive emotionality.
How to meet Sherri: Be in a musical. She will likely try out, so at least you can see her at the auditions. Also, coming to her farm is the best way. She is almost always there. Invite her out. She will likely drive long distances to visit with people
Last night I went to my first Stampin Up meeting. We made fun cards:
and chatted about our lives.
That's when I learned that the demonstrator was in high school, working for Caterpillar as a web designer, and probably making much more than me per month. She even went so far as to tell us she had a Bradley graduate (my college alma mater) working under her.
Yep, that's about when I felt it.
I wish I could say I didn't envy that girl and covet her life, but, "Oh My God", I did.
Well, this post may not be pretty, I'll tell you that.
I was lotioning up this morning, when I noticed some very unflattering veiny types on my legs. I am used to the spider veins on my quads, but not actual veins on my calves. Arg. I am turning into all the women in my family... I can just see it now...
::wind chimy noise::
There I am, fat and crazy, mumbling to myself about grandkids and tea kettles, living with my thirty-year-old son who beats his live-in girlfriend. I am sad and alone, with little veiny things sticking out of my legs.
::end of daymare::
ohhhoooo!
Perhaps I am just feeling sorry for myself now. It probably won't be that bad. I just hate that I am 24 and have to deal with varicose veins on my sexy legs... yes, the only part of my body I think is sexy is now going to be grandma'd practically overnight!
It is kinda funny if you think about it. Our bodies fall apart at such an alarming rate after we hit our mid-twenties. Droopiness and cellulite start creeping across our flesh, leaving us feeling helpless and... old. Ah. Life. I honestly wouldn't be feeling this way had I not seen the dumb veins this morn. The good news is, my Matt, whose forehead is chasing his hair onto his back (I love you, Matt), still loves me and my veiny types.
I remember the days when I couldn't get through the day without calling Matt or drawing little hearts on my notebooks in class. During those seemingly short months, we laughed more heartily and spoke to each other with such passion... every glance, every touch was filled with the awe of new love.
Then we fought.
Our fights could have brought Hitler himself to his knees. I was so unsure of myself in those days; so unsure of him and my ability to love him. But, we've emerged from all that now and I find myself thinking about our beginnings.
You know, I don't miss them.
It's the lazy nights in front of the television or reading in bed, the spoken prayers before dinner and before bedtime, the squabbles over when the dishes get done or how to make a garden; all of these things come together to form the most secure bond I've ever been a part of. I don't miss our beginnings. I've traded in our hot kisses and steamy looks for quiet evenings sitting side by side and long days working on our yard. Boring? Quiet and enduring. We are a team, Matt and I.
And I love him more now than I ever did in the beginning.
Dear Dad, who's always near us, may your name be treasured and loved. May your rule be completed in us-- may your will be done here on earth in just the way it is done in Heaven. Give us today, the things we need today, and forgive our sins and impositions on you as we are forgiving all who offend us. Please don't put us through trials, but deliver us from everything bad. Because you are the one in charge, and you have all the power and glory forever!! Which is just the way we want it!! Whoopee!!
Here's my calendar list of birthdays for people on my friend's list. If you aren't on here and want to be, please send me a comment with your birthday!
determined
content
flirty
sleepy
extremely unhappy
ditzy
envious
creative
OVERJOYED
Happy Birthdaying