Happy Hour Chatter

I have a fascination with people.    Allow me to explain. I love to look in to peoples eyes, see the expressions on their faces, the lines etched in their face, the shape of their mouth  and watch their actions, gestures and demeanor. Why?  Because I like to wonder and  imagine what they are about.  What made them be the person that I see? The lady walking across the Wal-Mart parking lot today - the threadbare clothing, unkept  gray hair and the eyes that showed such sorrow as they stared down at the ground while she walked with such laborious steps.  Was she in pain?  Had she been in an accident that made her walk so gingerly?  Was she poor and couldn't afford nicer clothing or just didn't take the time to dress just to go to the store.  And what made her eyes so solemn? The young man in IDK Bar and Grill who was eating a pizza and watching football - all by himself.   He didn't smile, h...

Today my level of frustration hit a level that it hadn't seen in a very long time.  It was quite disconcerting. I hold myself to a higher standard.  If there is work to be done, I do it.  If I do not know the answer, I try and find it myself before relying on others.  I do not push my work off on others.  It's how I roll.  And it frustrates me when I see people doing the very thing that I do not. Maybe  I have too high of a standard for people.  Maybe that's not it at all.  Maybe they have to low of a standard for themselves.  If so, how sad. I had a couple of instances today where I transferred phone calls to individuals so that they could handle the matter - it was their job and they had the authority to make the decision that needed to be made.  One individual told me, "you go ahead and take care of it."    Huh?  While I appreciate the vote of confidence, it really isn't in my pay grade to "take care of...

I've always loved the music of Heart - and this is perhaps one of the songs that I like the most, right next to Dog and Butterfly.    I was feeling a bit nostalgic tonight and looked up this song on You Tube.  The video is definitely a flashback :) Enjoy :)

As much as I enjoy tank tops, flip flops, driving with the sunroof open and feeling the sunshine on my skin, the call of Autumn lures me in to its embrace and I smile. It's Mother Nature way of  telling me, "time to downshift Sherry and take it a little slower" After doing some yoga this morning, I decided to sit outside with my coffee and enjoy the sounds and sites of fall.  I heard the honk of geese flying over, the chirping of crickets, the rustle of the breeze in the trees and felt the chill in the air - hoodie weather is here, or close at least.  I treasure mornings like this.   I love summer but I absolutely adore fall.  It brings memories of dad chopping corn, burning ditches (I LOVE that smell), fall food (pumpkin pie, pigs in a blanket, scalloped potatoes, chili), dad butchering hogs or beef, mom butchering chickens, popcorn and hot chocolate. Life seems simpler in the fall.  I don't know why, it just does.   So...

I saw this video on CMT the other night and it took my breath away.  It's a beautiful song, sung by a beautiful lady.  It's combined with poetic, graceful dancing.  I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. 

I haven't had a chance to blog about the loss of yet another trainer.  Jarrad Bard - trainer #9 - gave me my last session with him on Friday.   We started out smiling and laughing and he certainly didn't give me a break just because it was our last session.   But as the session was ending, the emotions we had were surfacing. Some people would criticize me for getting attached to a trainer.  I mean, he's just there to push me through exercise, right?  Wrong. Trainers are there to encourage and challenge, to tap in to the psyche and find out what makes their client tick so that they can get the most out of them.   Jarrad  figured it out. I'm competitive (with myself) and  I like to be challenged.   And he used that information to give me the best training sessions I've ever had (and I've had quite a few). While he figured out what made me tick, so that he could challenge me, I let him in to my life  and my ...

This weekend was a reunion of the college fraternity - Sigma Nu - and it's sister organization - Sisters of the White Star.   We've been planning the reunion since January; the excitement and anticipation built until the weekend finally arrived.  Although the numbers were smaller than had been anticipated and desired, the group of people that attended were absolutely wonderful.   Many attended school and had  gone by the time I arrived in 1980 - but that didn't make a difference.   I made new friends and developed bonds that will be  treasured for years to come. We started out with a mixer at Tavern 94.  I have never laughed so much in my life!  Donna M., brought a tote bag full of photo albums and yearbooks for everyone to look through and that's when the questions started. "Oh, I remember him/her!  Where is he/her  now?" "Do you remember when we used to _____ ______ ___ (fill in the blanks)"? "Was I there when th...