Time to Say Goodbye

Today is a sad day for me.  For the past couple of months I've had big fun writing about my ramblings and putting my various ridiculous notions to "paper".

Most of you have gotten it, most of you have laughed or cried along side me.  But sadly, some haven't.  Though I warned that I might offend, that I would speak my mind... its come to my attention that a few followers have taken offense and are frankly, holding some of my ridiculousness against me.  Some of its just that well, frankly, its not the best idea to put your every thought and idea on the internet for random strangers to read. 

I'll be open about this one last time, I think its very silly to be bothered by something you chose to read.  I only REQUIRE a few people to read this.  So this fun experiment for me, this journey of publicly sharing my journey of self discovery has come to an end.  Because I simply cannot abide people reading what I write, and then talking bad about me to others.  You may not agree with my opinions, or hearing about what I had for dinner and that is just fine, but sadly, I've taken your disagreement personally. 

I can't change the fact that I've taken in personally.  That's just who I am.  All prickly on the outside, but really pretty sensitive.

So, I'll be signing off of sherrybelieves.blogspot.com.  Thanks for reading while it lasted.

Well, I Believe in the Texas Longhorns.

Last night, I, along with the rest of America, watched something amazing.  Today, my heart truly breaks for the Longhorns.  A few weeks back I talked about hope and that I truly hoped the Longhorns didn't break my heart.

And you know what, it wasn't them... it was the game. 

A part of me thinks its wrong that I cried.  I had said since December, after watching the SEC Championship game... that I hoped we would win, but I didn't think we would.  But I never imagined it going down like that.

All season, I have called Garret Gilbert "The Freshmen".  If you asked me why I would tell you that its because he hadn't done anything to earn a name yet.  Garrett Gilbert did last night.  It wasn't a pretty performance, and I know - there were 4 interceptions and I think 2 fumbles.  But he kept on trying.

I have never hoped for anything like I hoped last night.  Not so much for the Longhorns, as much as for that kid, Gilbert.  I hoped he wouldn't have to bear the weight of that game or the loss on his little 19 year old shoulders.  I hoped that something miraclous would happen and that Colt McCoy would jog back on the field in a blaze of glory.  I hoped that Will Muschamp could stop Alabama's offense (and it looked like he would a little bit there.) I hoped that Marcell Dareus would somehow disappear off the face of the earth, and especially out of the Rose Bowl.

And today, in the light of day,  I don't know if I have ever been prouder to be a Longhorn.  I know he cried, but Colt didn't do it on TV like Tebow.  Made me proud.  I know that Ingram deserved the Heisman for his performance on the field.  But he kind of acted like a punk.  Made me proud of our boys for being stoic.  But you know what really, really made me proud?

What made me wear my burnt orange today?

That with seconds left to win the National Championship against a true freshman quarterback - McElroy didn't look to the crowd and cheer for Bama, he didn't look to his maker and thank him for the opportunity he'd been given.  Nope.  He didn't do any of that.  He did a Horns down.  Because in his victory, he wanted to celebrate our defeat. 

It felt really, really good to matter that much to someone.  Because, I will gladly take all the hate over indifference.  So keep on hating, keep putting us at number 2, keep underestimating.... because after last night I really, really can't wait to see what the Horns have in store for me next year.

Hook 'em.

This Should Make Me Feel Better....

Today I spent most of my day frustrated about all the incovenient things I had to do... wait for the maintenance guy to fix the closet, wait for the insurance adjuster, sit on a one hour conference call that could have been recapped in an email.  So yesterday I just laughed at the ridiculousness.  Today I need to vent about it.  To get some of it off my chest.

My friend Nikki, has this kick ass blog with two of her friends called "Badder Homes and Gardens".  It makes everything I write seem tame, maybe a little sweet and surely sentimental.  But its absolutely funny as shit.  If you are looking for another blog to add... check them out... http://www.badderhomesandgardens.com/.

But that's my point right now, the point is, in one of her entries she mentioned "Things that she thinks are for pussies."  It was an inspired list of things.  So ladies and gentlemen... here are a few things that I think are for pussies.

Oh, and I've already taken my Ambien (at 6:40)... so this list will probably be pretty short or make no sense at all.

For Pussies:
Emo
My Space
Lord of the Rings figurines
Cutting your Own Bangs
Whitman's Samplers
Soccer
Pollen (that stuff is a mother f-er and I could do completely without)
Gun Control
The Jersey Shore
Math
Underground Physics (only Dr. Tom Banks will understand this one)

That's all I can think of right now... but feel free to send me things you think are for pussies.  Cause I really want to get a good list going.  Send em now and send em often.... srw8900@gmail.com

Sherry and the Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day

Do you remember that book from when we were kids, Alexander and the Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day?  I've thought about it quite a bit this afternoon.  Kid starts the day with gum in his hair, falls in the mud, has lima beans for dinner.... I know how he feels.  And here is why.

I've had a Terrrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day and the only thing I can do about it is laugh - hysterically. 

The beginning of my day was rough, the middle was fine and the end has been down right funny. Today was my first day back at work from the holidays and I was actually optimistic and excited about getting back to work.  There's lots to be done and things are hopping at Heart - so I liked the idea of getting back in the office.  Frankly, January has historically been a total crap month for me.  Seriously for the like the past 20 years, if bad, annoying, frustrating or inconvenient things were going to happen to me - they happen in January.  Really, truly... people die a lot in January that are related to me.  I will worry about my mother until the 31st... if she lives through January, well, then, I've got her for another year.  Things would always break on my house in January.  I tend to get random large bills in January.  I'll get mysterious medical ailments that no team of "House-like" doctors can figure out.  I once went to the hospital in January for what turned out to be gallstones... and they diagnosed me with mono.  Anyway, I provide you all this insight into MY VERY RATIONAL fear of January.  To tell you the story of my day today.

If you've had a rough day, take heart, mine was pretty shitty.

At about 4 this morning there was a large bang from my closet.  I awoke with a start certain that my serial killer had finally come for me.  In my freight, I knocked the remote control into that no mans land between the headboard and the floor that you'll never be able to reach without moving the bed.  Of course, I can't move my bed because I am alone and unmarried.  So I have no husband to help me.  Anyway, if I'd had a husband I would have sent him to check out the scary noise and recommended he take a gun.  But again, no husband to do these things.

Not that big of a deal really, until you add it all up.  Simply the fact that entire rack of clothes, shoes, jewelry etc. had fallen in my closet.  Literally, ripped from the wall.  For a normal person this might not be traumatic or even that messy.  But I have a lot of shoes.  I think it even scuffed my brand new burnt orange cowboy boots.  So, my closet is an asshole and the remote is dead to me.  But not the end of the world.

I go back to bed... the rest of the morning isn't that eventful - minor slip but no fall on water from the shower.... but I head off to work and a slew of meetings.

Forget to eat lunch because I am sealing Heart Ball invitations frantically but again... nothing too dramatic.

As I leave the office for my last meeting of the day... this is where we start to slip into the No Good Very Bad part.  I patiently wait my turn to turn right onto the 610 service road.  I signal, and then turn.  Some jackass making a U-Turn hits me.  First thought, crap... now I am going to be late.  But hey, I am ok... car is ok.  That's what matters, right?

Get back into my car, head to meeting.  Granted I am guilty of everything that happened next.  Its technically my fault.  But a whole bunch of it could have been avoided if... you guessed it, I had married young.  Because then I would have a husband that would have taken care of the following:
- put a copy of my updated insurance in my car
- put the front license plate on my car
- renewed my registration
- made me go get a new drivers license when I lost my wallet

Since all of the above plus speeding are what I got tickets for this afternoon within minutes of being hit my an errant u-turner.

So now, I am just sitting here, waiting for the other shoe to drop.  Though I don't really know how, since all my shoes are already on the floor.

Wanted: This Guy

I think this blog is utter genius.  http://rulesformyunbornson.tumblr.com/

Its literally a brilliant list of 1001 rules for a guy.  And now I am looking for the guy that tries to adhere to at least half of these rules.  Apparently my standards for gentlemen callers just went way up for 2010.  I used to be looking for someone that was single, straight, and a smoker.

Now I want the guy that tries to follow these rules.  Here's a sampling... its genius, I tell you, freaking genius...

1. Carry two hankerchiefs.  The one in your backpocket is yours, jacket pocket is hers.
2. Real sweaters don't have zippers.
3. At the ballpark, never start the wave.  But never let it die.
4. Sometimes your best bet is to bet on her.
5. Be confident on the subway.  Bronx is up; The Battery is down.

So, gentlemen... if you'd like to attempt to follow these rules... I would like to attempt to date you. 

Happy New Year's

I really, really like the New Year.  I love making lists and setting goals and saying all those wonderful things I am going to do.  Like maybe put away my laundry from last week.  You see the key is make your resolutions simple... like to put away your laundry that your mom did for you when you took it home over Christmas in trash bags. So that way, once you do it... you can mark it off your list and 2010 will already be a success.

So, New Year's Resolution #1... put away the laundry that my mommy did for me.  Its the first thing I will do tomorrow. 

Bridget Jones... one of the coolest chicks I know... says it best

 "I do think New Year's resolutions can't technically be expected to begin on New Year's Day, don't you? Since, because it's an extension of New Year's Eve, smokers are already on a smoking roll and cannot be expected to stop abruptly on the stroke of midnight with so much nicotine in the system. Also dieting on New Year's Day isn't a good idea as you can't eat rationally but really need to be free to consume whatever is necessary, moment by moment, in order to ease your hangover. I think it would be much more sensible if resolutions began generally on January the second."

I totally concur... you see one of things I wanted to do was make sure I posted a blog starting on the first and that I was more consistent.  Its now the third, so I've already f-ed up that resolution.   Instead my first day of 2010 included the following statement, out loud, from me, spoken in front of people ... "This is a truly horrible idea.  But I am gonna do it anyway."  And I did.  It was a ton of fun. 

However, as a result,  my 2010 has consistented of laying on the couch watching NCIS mararthons, every conceivable bowl game, and 2 movies... cause anything else made me sick to my stomach.

So I've decided that all my goal setting, resolution making, ways to improve me... etc... well, those can all start tomorrow. I've got the day off anyway.

Happy New Year to my adoring public... my true hope for this year is that this ridiculous little blog takes off and I can sell it for a zillion dollar book deal... and then buy you all one of those little umbrella drinks when you come visit my villa on the beach.

Mazel Tov, my loves!!!

Silent Night

There is a stillness, a peaceful quiet that happens as Christmas comes to a close.  The roads are less traveled, the store fronts are closed, the phone rings less and the email bing is silent.  This year, I noticed the stillness more than I have in the past...and I reveled in it.

The excitement and energy of Christmas morning has waned into a shared sofa with my mother and Fa La La La Lifetime.  I truly can't imagine a better day... a day spent with family and loved ones.

I've already made my list of people to see and stores to visit tomorrow and I know that this quiet won't last much longer.  But it got me to thinking.  To thinking about the peace that comes on Christmas; God's simple way of making me pause and take stock of all the wonderful gifts in my life.  More so today than any other day I recognize the beauty in my world - the surprise White Christmas, the laughter through tears at the Christmas dinner table, the longing for friends, the bittersweet memories of Christmas's with my dad and grandparents, the special hope for Christmas's future and the pure joy of knowing that today is different.

So today, I'll not send a message to the cosmic void, but I'll send a message to each of you.  Today I won't send my questions, worries or woes.  Today I wish you each the peace of knowing Christ's love and the warmth of your families loving embrace.

When I was little I would read the following passage outloud on Christmas Eve to my family, from Luke.

But the angel said to them, "Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people.  Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger."


Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying,

"Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests."

Merry Christmas.