Cherrie | May 31, 2008
Oh Goodness. What is there to say? Can we pause for a moment of silence followed by the Serenity Prayer? Lynard Skynard. How can we forget? We just can’t. Live the dream people! If I leave here tomorrow Would you still remember me? For I must be travelling on, now, ‘Cause there’s too many [...]
Cherrie | May 29, 2008
So the other night, while I was speed-dialing my Idol vote on 3 different phone numbers. (At this point, I’m not voting for who I want to win, you understand, I’m voting AGAINST someone. Nope, not telling even though I wasn’t displeased with the evening’s outcome
Cherrie | May 28, 2008
It’s not always a bed of roses. I don’t know where young folks get that idea from anyway. No one ever said it would be. I am sorry if my spouse and I and other reasonably content couples like ourselves gave off the impression that it would be. I guess it’s because most young people (post 1982 births), seem to think that everything should be easy and effortless.
Cherrie | May 27, 2008
Now I would be less than truthful if I said I didn’t kick myself a few times for actually turning it in. But deep down, we knew it was the right thing to do. Besides, we wanted to set an example for the children
Cherrie | May 26, 2008
Oddly, when I smoked, was definitely overweight, was extremely chunky and wearing clothes that were double digit sized, I was in more control and had a much better command of my self-image. I liked the Mae West/ Rubinesque/ “fluffy” / fully-figured woman with a brain idea. I liked the larger Delta Burke aka Suzanne Sugarbaker kinda woman. Oh I reveled in that. I LOVED ME! Now I’m looking in mirrors. I’m checking to see how my hinnie looks in jeans. I begs the question: What is REALLY going on??
Cherrie | May 25, 2008
It was also made clear that forgiving someone or someones doesn’t mean that we become total dormats. There are those that are of the mistaken belief that once you say “I forgive you” that all is well and that we go back to normal as though nothing had ever occured.
Cherrie | May 24, 2008
Love her. Hate her. One thing is certain. You will always, always, always have an opinion about her. I am in the minority in my family. (Aside from the fact that i am the only majority American of predominantly African descent)). I happen to just adore her. She’s feisty, opinionated. She’s testy. I would argue, now [...]
Cherrie | May 22, 2008
Yesterday my conversations were full of ironies and coincidences. I talked on the phone (some would argue incessantly) to my daughter at one point and one of my dear friends at another and somehow each conversation morphed onto the same topic – Stephen King. My daughter called me after watching “The Mist”. (You see, she [...]
Cherrie | May 21, 2008
I ran across Donna Summer and Mac Arthur’s Park. Oh I’m outside on my little kneepad thingy, big old southern black chick hat, arse in the air digging up weeds, earbuds in and singing like I’m the opening act for Steely Dan. And it occurs to me: This song makes not one bit of damn sense. Mac Arthur’s Park is melting in the dark and all the sweet green icing flowing down? Someone left the cake out in the rain? I don’t think that I can take it cuz it took so long to bake it…. wait wait wait… does the cake have green icing?
Cherrie | May 21, 2008
I ran across Donna Summer and Mac Arthur’s Park. Oh I’m outside on my little kneepad thingy, big old southern black chick hat, arse in the air digging up weeds, earbuds in and singing like I’m the opening act for Steely Dan. And it occurs to me: This song makes not one bit of damn sense. Mac Arthur’s Park is melting in the dark and all the sweet green icing flowing down? Someone left the cake out in the rain? I don’t think that I can take it cuz it took so long to bake it…. wait wait wait… does the cake have green icing?
