tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31244787530328174742024-03-12T20:37:44.657-07:00Riley WritingsSheri Rileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02013711269120217953noreply@blogger.comBlogger133125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124478753032817474.post-34859793376832589072013-06-22T12:44:00.000-07:002013-06-22T12:47:41.271-07:00Fifty is Nifty<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Yikes! I turned 50. How the heck did that happen? (This picture is not me by the way.)<br />
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I've been overly emotional today. I've cried (with joy) over how blessed I am. To be clear, I hope I have a long life ahead of me. But, if I go tomorrow, I have lived a charmed life.<br />
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The facebook posts, the cards, the calls, the texts have been almost overwhelming. Being a writer at heart, I thought I'd share a few thoughts about living half a century and some nice memories. (These are in no particular order.)<br />
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<b>My parents. </b>Every great part of me comes from my parents; every bad part is some genetic mutation that is not their fault. We are a small family but we are mighty. There are no two better people in the world and I love hanging with them. They have also loved (fiercely!) so many of my friends and continue to do so. Many of my friends don't have their parents on their 50th birthday. This is not lost on me.<br />
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<b>My besties. </b>I'm not sure I could imagine this life without Janis Gonzalez and Deb Merino. We've seen each other through so much. And to think it all started with Sheri crying at Deb's birthday party because I didn't get a pink balloon. I was 5. A drama queen in the making. I've never had to go through a major life event without their support, advice and counsel. I hope I never do.<br />
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<b>Jennifer Collity and Tyler Roman.</b> I love you both. Being your stepmom (you both know I hate that term) has been one of the greatest gifts of my life. Getting to be friends with your moms has made my life even better!<br />
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<b>Howe Buddies</b>.<b> </b>Thanks to facebook and the annual Howe Block party, I have reconnected with so many of my fellow Hornets. I'm pretty sure I was a dork in high school, yet so many of you embrace me!<br />
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<b>The Pasadena Gang. </b>Until I got older, much older, I had no idea that all kids didn't grow up in a neighborhood where every mom could scold you or hug you. I didn't know that there were kids who missed playing tag, catching fireflies, or creating adventures on a daily basis. I am so glad we had no cell phones or cameras.<br />
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<b>IU/Porkies.</b> My parents didn't go to college. I remember the day they dropped me off at IU and I don't know if I was more nervous or they were. But God said, "Here, let me introduce you to some of the best friends you will ever have." Miraculously, we still are.<br />
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<b>My Wives-in-Law.</b> Becca Roman and Laura Roman have shared so much with me. Most importantly, they have allowed me to mother their children and I will be eternally grateful.<br />
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<b>My Faith Family.</b> If you have a church, you understand. If you don't, I wish you did. This congregation and the fellowship complete me. Every Sunday and every day in between.<br />
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<b>Cousins.</b> The old saying is that cousins are your first friends. I know that's true for me. First, second and third cousins - I'm loaded with them. I love them all.<br />
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<b>My beloved Gabs and all the dogs that came before.</b> Occasionally, I dream of Candy. She was my childhood dog and she died when I was 19. I like to think that all of them - Holly, Willy, Brandy, Sassy, Sheba, Ashley, and more will meet me at the Rainbow Bridge. Some want to be greeted by St. Peter. I'd like to be greeted by my dogs.<br />
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<b>Aunts and Uncles.</b> Again, I got lucky. Aunt Ann, Aunt Hazel, Aunt Connie and Aunt Judy have spoiled me rotten. I think I am the mini me of my Aunt Cess who continues to bless me with her calm wisdom. I inherited a teensy portion of her writing talent. I wish I had inherited her wisdom. And my crazy uncles! Uncle Harry who continues to tease me about my wild hair, Uncle Don who always greets me with, <b>"</b>there's my favorite niece", Uncle Kerry, who has always been there for me. I still miss my Uncle Ken, who was so easy for me to talk to, but I love my<b> </b>Uncle David who has blessed the life of my Aunt Cess.<br />
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<b>Highland/Workout Friends.</b> I am not really a country club kind of girl. But I did it for about 20 years. In a pinch, I can swing a golf club if someone needs a fourth in an outing. While I faked my way through playing golf, I made some amazing friends. I'm looking forward to seeing many of them next weekend.<br />
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<b>Mentors.</b> Attending Syd Cook's memorial service was one of the hardest things I did this year. I hope he knew how much I admired him and how much he inspired me.<br />
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<b>People I miss.</b> The list is endless. Bobbie & Pa, Grandma &<b> </b>Grandpa, Mike and Eve, Uncle Ken, Uncle Bob, Patsy Stewart and countless more!<br />
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So that's it. My silly thoughts about turning 50. I left out a lot -- mostly my love of wine, ice cream, books and music. My great job and my amazing coworkers. How much I love my home. Friends like Abby and Mary Anne. The joy of every photo of those gorgeous Collity boys. The wrinkles and pooches -- I've earned every one.<br />
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Life goes on... if you're lucky. And, I am. If you're reading this, you've left a stamp on my heart.<br />
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"God only knows what I'd be without you." <br />
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<br />Sheri Rileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02013711269120217953noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124478753032817474.post-81422094550324088892013-06-09T14:32:00.000-07:002013-06-09T14:45:43.726-07:00Happy Father's Day DadI'm closing in on turning 50. Just merely days away. I still rely on my Dad.
Some might find that sweet, others may find it weird. To me, it is my life and my Dad is a huge part of it. Always has been.
I have girlfriends who have lost their fathers - some shamefully young! Some still have their fathers but they live across the country, or their father is lost in the shell of Alzheimer's or another dreaded disease. Many of my friends are now caring for their fathers so they've taken on the parental role. I have two bookcases in my trunk that I will ask my Dad to put together. I will come home one day this week to find a note in my kitchen, (always beginning, Dear Sheri Baby,) and I will know he has trimmed bushes or planted something. I am a spoiled-rotten Daddy's girl.
When I was little, he was this bronzed giant of a man. All tan and muscular from working outside. He would sweep me up in a giant bear hug and I knew in my heart that no man would ever love me as much. Sadly, I was right.
To this day, he is my touchstone and my first love. He has loved me through bad choices, and far too often, been the knight when I needed rescued. He rights wrongs and has difficult conversations with a grace I will never master.
Some people admire men who make a lot of money, create a new invention and/or inspire a social or political movement. That's all good. I admire some of them too.
My hero, my Dad, walks the walk with integrity. He talks the talk with honesty. He loves with compassion and he cares with his heart and soul.
As an added bonus, he has a freakin' funny sense of humor.
Sheri Rileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02013711269120217953noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124478753032817474.post-36651323863313292212013-04-24T15:16:00.001-07:002013-04-24T15:16:30.231-07:00Bathing SuitsI'm convinced it's almost impossible to NOT have fun in a bathing suit. From my first memories of splashing around with my parents on a Florida vacation or sipping cocktails in Highland's cocktail corner, it was all delightful.
After a certain age, no one cares what you look like in a bathing suit. I am well past that age. If you have a spouse/significant other/partner, they've seen it all. If you're just hanging out with friends, they truly don't care. If you're looking for a date, you won't be wearing a bathing suit if you're over that certain age.
I've been in your backyard pools and I've sat in hot tubs in Colorado while it snowed around us. I've scuba'd, snuba'd, hang glided and snorkeled in waters so amazing it made me dizzy. I've hung out in local lakes and many of my friends' lake cottages.
Growing up, we went to the Longacre pool or the Ellenberger pool. From a wimpy little kid who tried every stomachache and various ailments to get out of swim lessons to the girl who had her period every pool session in high school, I emerged as someone who loves the water, loves the adventure of travel and treasures the water memories.
We've had a long, cold winter. I'm ready to put on a bathing suit and have some fun.Sheri Rileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02013711269120217953noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124478753032817474.post-34989567933141801302012-10-18T15:26:00.000-07:002012-10-24T15:05:47.053-07:00Boys to Men to Good FriendsI've been blessed with a life of incredible men. In case you ever question that in your life, take an afternoon off work, watch bad tv and be grateful that you've never gone on national tv to watch a man you've had sex with, possibly had a baby with, dance with glee because "he is not the father!"
I have the best father ever. That's my opinion and I'm eternally grateful. But, this post is about the rest of you.
In kindergarten, Chris Fulton snuck a kiss in the cubby holes. I do believe that was my first kiss.
Greg Davis, my childhood crush forever, put up with whatever my parents asked. He cut our lawn, he and Angel did the square dancing thing, and we all rode around in the back of a pick up truck. Angel looked the other way when Greg kissed me.
Ron Seats and Rich Seats were like brothers. We had those babysitting memories with Kim, phantom babysitters and heaven knows what we did to Grandma Love. I miss Ronnie and am eternally grateful for my neighborhood siblings - Rich and Kim.
Happily-married men are often retrospective. I had a converstation with someone I have known my whole life and he asked, "Why didn't we date in high school?" I know why. He does too.
We tried to expand our horizons. We actually played spin the bottle and I was thrilled when my spin landed on David Hinesley. I was goofy, grossed out and simultaneously honored that he stuck his tongue in my mouth. I told my mother and she told me to never let it happen again. Sadly, it didn't.
I didn't date a lot of men in high school. I will say that the first man I dated seriously, Jeff Glass, was (and is) a really good man. He is the first man I thought I was in love with. His wife is a very lucky woman.
My first true love was, and is, also a great man and his wife is blessed as well.
I've not even mentioned all the male friends who seem to stay in my corner, no matter what. You know who you are and I love you.
I've known some yucky men too. But, that is another post. Someday.
Thank you boyfriends, boys who remain friends and hats off to the women who realize what a treasure you are.
Sheri Rileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02013711269120217953noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124478753032817474.post-5073800516735528872012-10-13T07:57:00.000-07:002012-10-13T07:57:02.519-07:00Honey, Baby, Sweetie, DarlingI found this in my archives of posts I'd written but never posted.
I find endearments ... well, endearing. I used to love it when my parents or other loved ones use them. There's a country song I love, I think it's called "Love like Crazy," and one of the best lines is "Never get too old to call her 'Baby'"
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<br />I'm not crazy about total strangers using these titles. The waitress at Bob Evans shouldn't call me "Hon'" but I recognize she is trying her best so I let it go. If a false sense of friendship or intimacy helps her tips/bottom line, so be it.
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<br />It is completely inappropriate in a business situation but every woman you know will tell you that it happens every day. I have been called, "Honey" and (my personal favorite) "Kiddo" by men way younger than me.
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<br />Here's a confession. I've found myself doing it, although NEVER in a professional situation. But as you refill my coffee, I might say "Thanks, Hon." Then I will kick myself. Is this a middle age or older thing?
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<br />Darling, or as it is supposed to be pronounced, "Darlin'" is my favorite. I save it for those I hold dear. It's my southern roots and the Ellis/Ridenour & Roman/Easterling southern roots.
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<br />Sheri Rileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02013711269120217953noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124478753032817474.post-86293803794078044532012-10-13T07:50:00.000-07:002012-10-13T07:50:38.374-07:00Hello AgainFor whatever reason, a number of you have asked me to blog again. I admit to missing it tremendously. I also admit to knowing so many others who do it better, who are funnier, who do it with more purpose and who put me to shame.
As I have been reminded, it's not a competition. And, I am not going to apologize for not knowing how to add music and other stuff. I will have to wait until one of my goddaughters or younger friends visits.
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In a few weeks, I get to take a trip with my besties. This picture is from a trip a couple of decades ago when Jan & I humiliated Deb. What are best friends for?
I wish I could be like my friend Kristen and share world travels, great recipes and the joy of family. I wish I could be like my friend Janis and share family stories and words of enthusiasm. I wish I could be like my Aunt Cess and share the joys of finding love and adventure after a lifetime of love and adventure with your first love. I wish I had time to read all the blogs, tweets, and other things that grab my attention.
But,I will share a few thoughts. Maybe some perspective on the divorced life. You can count on things about dogs.
Sheri Rileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02013711269120217953noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124478753032817474.post-55053906693313368002011-11-11T08:19:00.000-08:002011-11-11T08:37:08.390-08:00Turning a Blind EyeAdmit it. It's so easy to do. Someone in need is right in front of you and you change directions, look the other way, duck & cover. Often, we then say a prayer of thanks that this person, this particular situation is not ours.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRVLraEqh3Z395EoVivc-0lg5D0wKL7zrrgDi3LVCIT83ANguTzoYWU0QDFEpfb91n1Xgo-acax40mzVKjuPQvWOBf-4e_TZeom_BoCexiRR0ivPiG0RxvxqmsWR1ltcWlFxmk9vh9WVU/s1600/God+question.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRVLraEqh3Z395EoVivc-0lg5D0wKL7zrrgDi3LVCIT83ANguTzoYWU0QDFEpfb91n1Xgo-acax40mzVKjuPQvWOBf-4e_TZeom_BoCexiRR0ivPiG0RxvxqmsWR1ltcWlFxmk9vh9WVU/s400/God+question.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673774707434231906" /></a><br />I am absolutely appalled at the Penn State scenario. Heartbroken for the victims and heartbroken for those who will carry the stigma, whether they were involved or not. I don't think putting Penn State grad or Penn State athlete on your resume is going to cause you anything but trouble for the coming years.<br /><br />Of this whole saga, the most troubling thing to me was the protests and riots over the 84-year old, turn a blind eye, make a b'jillion dollars coach being fired. I would feel a whole lot better about our society if the riots were for the victims.<br /><br />I feel certain I would properly report a child being abused or molested. I'm quite smug about helping children, animals and anyone I sense to be in need.<br /><br />Yet, I drive everyday by people with those signs: "Homeless & hungry." "A veteran who needs a leg up." "Hungry kids, will work for food."<br /><br />I drive by. I often don't believe the signs. <br /><br />I'm questioning whether I'm any better than others who witness awfulness.Sheri Rileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02013711269120217953noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124478753032817474.post-16890036626346599512011-11-05T09:55:00.000-07:002011-11-05T10:42:50.866-07:00Being LiturgistI do not know the actual statistics but I know that more people would rather observe their own funeral than stand up somewhere and speak. In the top ten list of fears, public speaking always comes out as number one.<br /><br />It's not my number one fear, but it's up there. So that's why I can confess to a little nervousness about beginning my month-long stint as liturgist in my church.<br /><br />I rotate with Jay, Joe, John, and Matt. They all do an awesome job and regardless of which one I follow, I have that deep fear that the congregation is going to be disappointed.<br /><br />When my minister asked me to join the rotation, I (for a moment) thought he might be confusing me with someone else, then I thought he might be kidding. I have finally figured out that he is amazing with figuring out what the church needs and also helping with individual growth.<br /><br />When I say, "I am not worthy." He says, "No, you're not. Do it anyway."<br /><br />In less than 24 hours, I will be liturgist. I will do it this month and several others next year. I have written my prayers, read my bible passages and certainly prayed for guidance.<br /><br />Hypocrisy? Sometimes. Always. I know I sin. I suspect you do too. I suspect the clergy I adore and respect (current & former) do too. I love the story about the man wagging his finger at a church-going man with "Why would I go to church? It's filled with hypocrites!" And the answer is, "Isn't that the best place for us?"<br /><br /><br />What gets me through it is this. I am not public speaking. I am doing a public service for my Lord.<br /><br />(This sounds so holier than thou and I don't know how to fix it!) Please muddle through and see the bigger message: Be involved! Join a house of worship!Sheri Rileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02013711269120217953noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124478753032817474.post-66279003632442099082011-10-25T13:41:00.000-07:002011-10-25T14:11:36.434-07:00Belly Laughs<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtCgfcFSH8nDZJ8TU1lXCtsLo52k8HbJr8G_DEhatOuDTbOtZ3icS7PVkgDLF7TD7Biru2Wk7Q6nLILb7CpYBtP6fNcSH2KqPV_8ThyphenhyphenEdmGiOP8lgT5bB5d02e6mCToWaReDbAioyZZSo/s1600/childhood+photo.bellies.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtCgfcFSH8nDZJ8TU1lXCtsLo52k8HbJr8G_DEhatOuDTbOtZ3icS7PVkgDLF7TD7Biru2Wk7Q6nLILb7CpYBtP6fNcSH2KqPV_8ThyphenhyphenEdmGiOP8lgT5bB5d02e6mCToWaReDbAioyZZSo/s400/childhood+photo.bellies.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667532992145557170" /></a><br /><br />This is a photo from my childhood. I think I posted it years ago on another blog but it's worth posting again.<br /><br />This is what childhood is supposed to be. Pink bellies, bathing suits and neighborhood fun. I wish Richie and Ronnie and Jan and Tammy, Tara and the multitudes of others in our neighborhood were in this photo. I wish I had a photo of Rick Lawrence and Tom Bradley to contribute. I wish David Hinesley was in this photo because this is probably the age I began my crush on him that lasted for decades. I wish some of the weird dudes, the cool dudes and happening girls were there but I guess that came later when personalities developed.<br /><br />We're so scared now. (And rightly so.) Kids are only allowed to go so many houses down and 10-year olds have to check in with their cell phone. Responsible? Yes. But also a little sad that the absolute reckless freedom of running like crazy, climbing fences and trees with abandon and all that childhood fun may be lost to a new generation.<br /><br />The world changes and you all know I embrace certain changes and buck the others like a mule.<br /><br />My greatest wish for children is to have faith, have great parents and have a neighborhood like the one I grew up in.Sheri Rileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02013711269120217953noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124478753032817474.post-10610781774799385262011-10-23T11:21:00.000-07:002011-10-23T11:40:21.114-07:00All Muddled Up<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoajJIqVzJ-R5OxmhgS3af799StgnXBvjZqS-X2eNXP-dcaLCNmkj_fqWZU8ZPJ9cMo7lItwbiC091VHXh8_xCajvRZ97bjivDlWICZMMS8Ut-5JMKk7JUnI-DInktKjPgliTQ4td-k4Q/s1600/people+you+need.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoajJIqVzJ-R5OxmhgS3af799StgnXBvjZqS-X2eNXP-dcaLCNmkj_fqWZU8ZPJ9cMo7lItwbiC091VHXh8_xCajvRZ97bjivDlWICZMMS8Ut-5JMKk7JUnI-DInktKjPgliTQ4td-k4Q/s400/people+you+need.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666758998022035474" /></a><br />I hope you are having a good day. In fact, I hope everything in your life is aligned with God and there is not a worry in your head.<br /><br />The reality is that you probably have something niggling at you. You are worried about a spouse who drinks, a kid who lies, a child in your life who might be bullied. Or worse, the bully.<br /><br />You might be worried about superficial stuff like the lines on your face or the cellulite on your thighs.<br /><br />I spent a lot of years thinking I could decide what to hide and what to share when the probems of my life made me a little crazy. My minister says that there is no shame in telling the truth; the shame is in secrets. I love him but he is living a dream.<br /><br />There is no shame in telling people you love and trust about the issues and pain running through your brain. Yet, when you lose friends and lose jobs and lose hope because someone is now holding your decisions against you, there is shame.<br /><br />We all say, "Love me, lean on me, I won't judge you." And yet, we do.Sheri Rileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02013711269120217953noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124478753032817474.post-52718632809600427942011-10-22T10:28:00.000-07:002011-10-22T10:57:22.926-07:00Stupid in an Educated Brain<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinPOrhql8F4f7wHcyygiRnuy6jHwNzLLSm_7bBilRjVhWnhDqhcNPWKvL_plwDljAV0J-pR0UyKCV_KZkLlyvKdLPpXv6GIqwR0bX_O2HHpBkp8yD_bx81wWkHhjXmf4Yj7znYYLPqDQ8/s1600/befuddled.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 368px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinPOrhql8F4f7wHcyygiRnuy6jHwNzLLSm_7bBilRjVhWnhDqhcNPWKvL_plwDljAV0J-pR0UyKCV_KZkLlyvKdLPpXv6GIqwR0bX_O2HHpBkp8yD_bx81wWkHhjXmf4Yj7znYYLPqDQ8/s400/befuddled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666376800536960482" /></a><br />I went to college. Had a great time & learned some stuff. Mostly, I was exposed to cultures, ideas and beliefs I had never been exposed to earlier. I think that is what college is supposed to be.<br /><br />I made some incredible friends who I hope will be my friends for the rest of my life. We played quarters, got tossed around at football games, broke some laws and many rules and survived. <br /><br />At one point, I put on a cap and gown and received a degree. (Two, actually.) I am an educated person.<br /><br />But, today I feel really stupid. <br /><br />I do not understand why we have such division in this country. I do not know why I am supposed to side with Democrats or Republicans when I don't understand any of them. I do not understand why Congress (mostly made up of millionaires) is claiming to represent me -- a lowly worker. I don't understand why the only people who can run for office have to be wealthy or prostitute for lobbyist funds.<br /><br />I do not understand why our country has sunk so low. Low standards for education, low standards for health care. I do not understand our current health care system, nor do I understand the changes proposed by either party.<br /><br />I do not understand how our country has now tied its financial system to every other financial system in the world and we're failing. How do we owe this much to China? How do we have a banking system that we bail out (probably by borrowing more from China) yet it controls the world markets?<br /><br />How do we have sports stars and entertainment stars bargaining for more b'jillions yet we have nations with starving and dying people trying to live on $2 a week for a family?<br /><br />Outside my office, there is a large tv in the lobby. It stays on CNN. Occasionally, I look up and catch a story. For the last two weeks, we spent an absurd amount of time on the trial of Dr. Conrad Murray, aka Michael Jackson's killer.<br /><br />I'm an educated person who feels really, really stupid.Sheri Rileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02013711269120217953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124478753032817474.post-44304939957789355912011-10-22T08:19:00.000-07:002011-10-22T08:39:05.060-07:00Hang in there my friends<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihvtt1DHwBrgnGpbKHnf8Dm8oS5JSWzyr9g1wYYPgMWncB2EJIRQC2HRaRbQJwVtQWbKZYxNp1ZJnCL5EuQFUN2zwqDmECCcm_UmuwUEjpm-JVpgFrSr0aDldqU0QVxYptRJnqtOwv7nQ/s1600/Unknown+conditions+ahead.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihvtt1DHwBrgnGpbKHnf8Dm8oS5JSWzyr9g1wYYPgMWncB2EJIRQC2HRaRbQJwVtQWbKZYxNp1ZJnCL5EuQFUN2zwqDmECCcm_UmuwUEjpm-JVpgFrSr0aDldqU0QVxYptRJnqtOwv7nQ/s400/Unknown+conditions+ahead.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666340799174481378" /></a><br />This post might seem a bit cryptic. It's a shout out... a show of support ... a loving nod to many people I know and love who are struggling with ... well, let's just say they're struggling.<br /><br />To J & J, You are amazing people who have dealt with a lot of adversity. I'm sorry your parents are hurting and mostly sorry that they're hurting you.<br /><br />To D & S, your mom has some tough decisions to make soon. I hope you will both help her as she has tried to help you.<br /><br />To T, you are being framed and we will figure something out. Regardless of the outcome, I am glad you are my friend.<br /><br />To K, I want you to be healthy and well. I want to see you smile. Truthfully, I want to see you move on. (Sorry.)<br />,<br />Mostly, I am just amazed at the power of friendship and the power of prayer. Hang in there, my friends. Some struggles are more visible than others.Sheri Rileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02013711269120217953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124478753032817474.post-40660087609350131352011-10-10T11:40:00.000-07:002011-10-10T12:06:47.381-07:00And Where Does the Apple Fall?For those of you without a sense of humor or a sense of irony, I strongly advise you to come back another time. This story is not politically correct. But, it is true and it embodies the connectivity of parent and child -- even with a wicked sense of humor.<br /><br />You've been warned.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWbcm2azfk5CHS3OHvcUF4gNQre7blCnoHtIjbt18SYSvhqrYqDfFgZ7YQjbAmQsOD_0r2K61HUsyEM2hzDUPoBeEIdID6FvUxFnwTTJsvKRFWEQmph5asJcuKS3seM5ha4ku5vchWQ-w/s1600/dogs+laughing.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 141px; height: 94px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWbcm2azfk5CHS3OHvcUF4gNQre7blCnoHtIjbt18SYSvhqrYqDfFgZ7YQjbAmQsOD_0r2K61HUsyEM2hzDUPoBeEIdID6FvUxFnwTTJsvKRFWEQmph5asJcuKS3seM5ha4ku5vchWQ-w/s400/dogs+laughing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661936396505714978" /></a><br /><br />The Humane Society of Indianapolis sent out a plea last weekend. It was on twitter and facebook and sent to those of us on the email list. The food pantry was bare. Like food pantries that many people rely on to feed their families, this pantry helps families keep beloved pets fed. <br /><br />I knew what I could do. And I knew my parents would help. So, on Sunday morning, my dad and I are loading my trunk with pet food before services. As we walked into church, he said, "Your mom and I can't stand the thought of an animal in need." We started talking about how the commercials with lonely/lost/hungry/abused animals make us crazy. And he said, "We just turn the channel. Can't stand it." I agreed. I'm johhny fast on the remote myself.<br /><br />As we walked through the parking lot that led us to worship, my dad said, "Those commercials with the starving children don't bother me nearly as much."<br /><br />At that moment, I knew the apple had not fallen far from the tree.<br /><br />*********<br />Note from author: I beg of you friends. My father would put his life on the line for any child, any dog, any person. Please see the humor and know that I am not showcasing him in any other way.Sheri Rileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02013711269120217953noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124478753032817474.post-48440565600860385292011-09-22T18:36:00.000-07:002011-09-22T18:59:14.380-07:00Abortion and the Death PenaltyHeavy subject. I know. Welcome back.<br /><br />I am terribly torn about this man that was put to death on Wednesday night. I used to think that some of these people who might be wrongly convicted were still ok to be in prison because their rap sheets were so long that they had to be guilty of many things. But death? Come on! His majority of people who testified against him recanted their testimony. There was zero DNA evidence against him. But, he died by lethal injection by the courts and the government of our USA. I am also deeply troubled by the number of people we find not guilty as science, like DNA testing, catches up with reality.<br /><br />Then I start listening to the politicians and their posturing. It seems the same peole who will wave the disgusting pictures of fetuses and partial birth abortions are the same people who want to bring back the firing squad.<br /><br />No, I'm not picking on Republicans. I'm picking on those of us who choose not to be humanitarians.<br /><br />I have never been faced with the unplanned pregnancy but I'm pretty sure I know what my choice would've been. I'm also pretty sure I would not have wanted my life, my future child's life or my fetus' life (however you choose to view it) held in the hands of a politician.<br /><br />It's also pretty unlikely that I will be in the wrong place, wrong time and be accused of gunning down a policeman. <br /><br />I have no way of tying a nice bow around this and wrapping it up nice and neatly. I'm not suggesting that the woman with the unwanted pregnancy should've had an abortion so her child didn't wind up a criminal. I'm not suggesting that the criminal who was executed wasn't guilty. <br /><br />I'm merely suggesting that is all messy and ugly and the politicians who reduce it all to a sound bite and a campaign slogan make me choke back the bile.Sheri Rileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02013711269120217953noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124478753032817474.post-22843569245120954502011-06-23T15:30:00.000-07:002011-06-23T15:51:07.216-07:00Relationships and Birthdays and Lessons Trying to Be Learned<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUMnIqmNyE6ZH0hQtMenQcUBwZWYmmq4UbYMdraRO6Nd7gwauFI9eCRri6w10-QHGn_3zNZgo6LD2JsB8n7qJGAZoCKztQk9MlTn-8V0oR006u1O5q1wgfRc5tda5HBbfEvn6WHVN2zyg/s1600/Just+tired+photo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUMnIqmNyE6ZH0hQtMenQcUBwZWYmmq4UbYMdraRO6Nd7gwauFI9eCRri6w10-QHGn_3zNZgo6LD2JsB8n7qJGAZoCKztQk9MlTn-8V0oR006u1O5q1wgfRc5tda5HBbfEvn6WHVN2zyg/s320/Just+tired+photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621550368448544018" /></a><br />I am trying to be the person I want to become. Most days I fail miserably. I can turn into a judgemental, harpy person. Does it count that I'm trying?<br /><br />Then I have a few days that string together ... like notes in a song I love. How trite is that?<br /><br />Yesterday, I had birthday wishes on Facebook, my email, texts and voicemails. My Aunt Ann sang happy birthday to me and was a little p***'d off when my Uncle Harry got on the extension and interrupted her serenade. Our friends, the Englands, joined us for dinner and you know, they didn't have to do that. I talked to my Aunts -- Connie and Judy. Our cleaning lady (don't go there) left me a card and a flower. I met Abby and Big Sal for a drink and had a great time catching up.<br /><br />Birthdays are great in that people acknowledge you and wish you well. If I'm living my life in the way I want to do it, I should do that with every encounter.<br /><br />A big chunk of my work life is spent building (or trying to build) relationships. I am humbled and awed that the reason I enjoy my work so much is that I have such wonderful relationships with incredible friends and family. And that has helped me to build relationships with others.<br /><br />Ok, this was a really sappy post. I'll get back to being snarky next time.Sheri Rileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02013711269120217953noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124478753032817474.post-17425315799622966262011-06-14T13:53:00.001-07:002011-06-19T11:46:38.966-07:00Is Social Media Wasting Your Time?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiazSuw59kZH7F9N5XFoxApXDfBGGv-gVYNdvre52DAqSkrA9neH4t7tdB8iglnvinUvpzNs4hPGOncbGnI0E5M4ExftYdNCOXlLB45nWvmmVWgrCR1is7TseLIAOnfr8hP3ZAtc1fjVLg/s1600/facebook+v+reality.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiazSuw59kZH7F9N5XFoxApXDfBGGv-gVYNdvre52DAqSkrA9neH4t7tdB8iglnvinUvpzNs4hPGOncbGnI0E5M4ExftYdNCOXlLB45nWvmmVWgrCR1is7TseLIAOnfr8hP3ZAtc1fjVLg/s320/facebook+v+reality.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618182688296498274" /></a><br />I had a friend post something today that we, his facebook friends, should not be offended if he decides to close his page or stay away for a while. He has decided it is a distraction and ultimately, a time waster.<br /><br />I am not offended. He's a smart guy with a busy life: family, travels a lot for work, etc. I respect his choice and, as he pointed out, any true friend can reach him through a variety of other avenues.<br /><br />I have another friend who gave up facebook for Lent, which I also found admirable. She was really glad to be back on Easter but she kept the vow.<br /><br />Texting is the only way I communicate with my son. His choice, but I have adapted.<br /><br />We took a few days off to visit a lake house that our friends own. There was never a moment unplugged. I might have gone a few hours without checking email or looking at Facebook but someone else always kept me in the loop. We shuffled whose iPad or iPhone went on the speaker next because there was always music. Someone asked a question and 5 people Googled the answer.<br /><br />Yet, I never felt disconnected from the people I shared this vacation with.<br /><br />I don't think it's wasting our time. I think it's enhancing it.<br /><br />It's a different world out there my friends. I like it. And. I'm just trying to keep up.Sheri Rileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02013711269120217953noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124478753032817474.post-66940793134034975332011-06-14T13:40:00.000-07:002011-06-14T13:51:54.794-07:00Most Marketing People are CrazyThere's a common belief that marketing people -- and you can throw in sales people for good measure -- are slightly askew from the norm. We are.<br /><br />We are the people who ask about the logo on your shirt and why you wear it. We want to understand your loyalties. We are the people who open EVERY SINGLE PIECE of our junk mail because we're interested in what other companies are doing.<br /><br />We are the job that never stops and most of us who have chosen this type of career would have it no other way.<br /><br />Let's get serious. My job is not world changing. It's not life changing. But something is always niggling in my brain ... Hmmm... wonder if I could convert that idea somehow? Is there a different way to sell that? Is there a new opportunity here?<br /><br />I'm going to be out of the office for a few days and my company encourages "break away" time. My boss is the first to say, "You are covered. Enjoy!"<br /><br />I love that attitude. But I also know that while I will kick back and enjoy myself for a few days, the iPad or the Blackberry is always near. No one will need me while I'm gone. My need is to keep up with what is going on.<br /><br />You never know where the next idea will come from.Sheri Rileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02013711269120217953noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124478753032817474.post-53419657419597961202011-06-11T07:44:00.001-07:002011-06-11T11:02:34.576-07:00Sexting & Nudity & Weiner<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2KumYxdQ9Ce4gTpbRLLxylLMC06ykhL9-b4tfXCTe1xh5RwvHesb1rnCBgYoi67b-axQ8U7dHVMMQcsTJBVnULnOFD-nysNmCtc6pZDcMKS4-N50z67qNmSgBtVEp6xTa-9DogDZRgsQ/s1600/Cartoon.Hair+on+End.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2KumYxdQ9Ce4gTpbRLLxylLMC06ykhL9-b4tfXCTe1xh5RwvHesb1rnCBgYoi67b-axQ8U7dHVMMQcsTJBVnULnOFD-nysNmCtc6pZDcMKS4-N50z67qNmSgBtVEp6xTa-9DogDZRgsQ/s320/Cartoon.Hair+on+End.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617024133794478466" /></a><br />Outside my office sits a big flatscreen tv for members in the waiting area. It is always on CNN and when I am in my office, I can glance up and follow the news and commentary.<br /><br />A couple of weeks ago, it was all about Arnold, his maid-girlfriend and his out-of-wedlock child. Now I get a steady stream of Weiner and his escapades.<br /><br />We are all used to the stories of politician/public figure gone bad. Illicit affairs, hidden children, wives who stand by their man (and sentence their own punishment) and wives who stand strong for their children but send the strong message, "Get the *#@% out of here!"<br /><br />I don't get Weiner. I don't get his need to send pictures of his privates to multiple women. I have great sympathy for his wife, a high powered official in her own right. She's not exactly living in his shadow. And, for extra fun, turns out she's pregnant with their first child.<br /><br />I am not a prude but I don't get sexting. I had a friend tell me the other day that many men she knows have taken pictures of their privates the moment they get a camera or a phone with camera abilities. What? I told her to get new friends. She told me to stop being naive.<br /><br />I am horrified when some young person I know puts a bikini photo on facebook. Or any photo that looks like a whore, or drunken whore. I guess my age is showing because I have worn a bikini in my day and I have certainly knocked back a few but I think these kids are committing some kind of educational/professional suicide before their adult lives even begin.<br /><br />One of the benefits of age is I can honestly say that no one will photograph me in a bikini. Those days are long gone. <br /><br />Weiner didn't do anything that jillions of others do all the time. But, he is a public figure and that brings its own level of press and scrutiny. The bigger question to me is -- WHY?Sheri Rileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02013711269120217953noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124478753032817474.post-27538651527171367262011-06-09T15:32:00.000-07:002011-06-09T15:49:10.207-07:00EntitledThis is going to make some of you mad. But, I am mad. <br /><br />Whatever happened to working for a living? <br /><br />There's this whole gang/group of people out there with the singular goal of working the system. They need food stamps, they need school lunch programs, they need disability. They need help.<br /><br />I met a young man today, one of 10 children, whose mother is taking the majority of his paycheck. She has addictions and is working the system.<br /><br />I met another who told me her sister can't work because if she stands too long or sits too long, her joints hurt. Well, guess what? If you're over 40, you probably have some joints that hurt.<br /><br />Many of us feel entitled to Social Security but honestly, that plan is on the bubble. And the truth is, we probably paid less in than we feel we are entitled to receive.<br /><br />Is there an answer? I don't know. But I know for sure that I am sick and tired of helping a whole group of people who work the system.<br /><br />On the other hand, I would give a kidney to someone who needs it. I'm not heartless -- just a little jaded.Sheri Rileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02013711269120217953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124478753032817474.post-7533221897177896452011-06-05T08:56:00.001-07:002011-06-05T09:25:47.889-07:00Dog RulesWe have a rule in our house that the dog is not allowed on the furniture. She has free reign to roam about the house. She is house broken and reasonably trustworthy. She has a perfectly comfortable bed in the laundry room and she often goes there to get away from us.
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<br />We have a rule about no dogs on the furniture. Gabby did not get the memo.Sheri Rileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02013711269120217953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124478753032817474.post-41229349416986821822011-06-03T15:18:00.000-07:002011-06-03T15:38:43.908-07:00Exposure Equals ToleranceI just read a horrible article about a boy being bullied because he was, or appeared to act, homosexual.<br /><br />I recently had a conversation with our copper, who guards our credit union, and I asked him about gang activity in Indianapolis. He gave me a lot more information than I really wanted to know. His perspective and his experience was enlightening. So many of the gang recruits are joining because they are protecting their racial territory. You don't see as many of the black gangs killing others as you do the black versus Hispanic situation. Then throw in poverty, ignorance, drugs, absent parents ... well, don't get me started.<br /><br />When I was a young girl, dancing was my life. My sport of choice. I was also involved in community theater. At Butler/Jordan College of Music, my primary instructor was Mr. Copeland. He was as flamboyant and stereotypical as any gay man could be. I loved him madly. (My Dad used to refer to him as "Mrs. Copeland" just to annoy me but truly, my Dad doesn't have a prejudiced bone in his body.)<br /><br />Mr. Copeland wanted me to attend many, many classes. It made me better and I think he liked having his "pet" students around. My parents couldn't afford 7-10 classes a week so he decided on a creative solution. I would be a demonstrator. (For those of you without dance experience, that's the person that stands in front of the class and demonstrates the move or the steps that the instructor expects everyone to do.)<br /><br />I did this for years! The other demonstrator was a black girl, my age. We became fast friends. Some of my happiest memories are hanging with her between classes or the many times we were in the same show. I did not even notice that she was black and I don't think she really cared that I was white. We were friends.<br /><br />In my feeble mind, bigotry equals ignorance. And, I am tired of it. I know, or have friends, or have coworkers, or have relatives who:<br /><blockquote>are black,<br />are Hispanic,<br />are gay,<br />are rednecks,<br />are ignorant,<br />are snobs,<br />are crazy.</blockquote>Somehow, I manage to like, love or at least tolerate them all.Sheri Rileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02013711269120217953noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124478753032817474.post-47963328754844315832011-05-27T15:09:00.000-07:002011-05-27T15:26:17.973-07:00Let Summer Begin!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz9bxwL4IaDVxswPrxRHq88VphGFbelhel17Ckzykrg6JrmvfmmpHliE7TlD5v2iQdZIB0YK5kA-rboI5AI4n4VhEfBjupmylVQxVTPKBX-vpUbmXMYCJGyFTU_FKnPo1ejqL8lQPeSLc/s1600/flowers+in+bloom+003.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz9bxwL4IaDVxswPrxRHq88VphGFbelhel17Ckzykrg6JrmvfmmpHliE7TlD5v2iQdZIB0YK5kA-rboI5AI4n4VhEfBjupmylVQxVTPKBX-vpUbmXMYCJGyFTU_FKnPo1ejqL8lQPeSLc/s400/flowers+in+bloom+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611525731395476226" /></a><br />We in the midwest have been burried in snow throughout the Winter and pounded with rain storms throughout the Spring.<br /><br />Now, we are on the cusp of Summer. Bring....It....On. I know it's not officially Summer until June 23rd but this is Memorial Day Weekend -- the unofficial start of Summer. Pools open, friends open their lake cottages, patios seem like a good place to be.<br /><br />Soon we will all be griping about the heat and humidity. Our gardens will need rain. But right now, we can enjoy the flowers blooming, the kids with the Summer energy that kicks in before the "I'm bored" phase and the opportunity to light up the grill.<br /><br />Jump in a lake. Go visit your neighborhood pool. Get a pedicure and rock some kicky sandals. Take the family on a picnic. Attend an outdoor concert. Plant a few vegetables. Plant some flowers. Try some new recipes. Go on vacation. <br /><br />It's Summer. Enjoy!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidZV-TAMA8Hm-3e-NF32WFTXlJR2CtVR6XtxxD3R3IBmIXmmCGZwis68d4Rs6cX9Wqpi5XSiy57axfE_QmlRhIyZB9yZp4ULF0WD5n0HI9F4QJ1_2zHWR4TbGcVlfFxqeON3H-gKtPygw/s1600/cartoon.turkeystanning.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidZV-TAMA8Hm-3e-NF32WFTXlJR2CtVR6XtxxD3R3IBmIXmmCGZwis68d4Rs6cX9Wqpi5XSiy57axfE_QmlRhIyZB9yZp4ULF0WD5n0HI9F4QJ1_2zHWR4TbGcVlfFxqeON3H-gKtPygw/s400/cartoon.turkeystanning.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611524551444159458" /></a>Sheri Rileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02013711269120217953noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124478753032817474.post-26724280479530598792011-05-21T07:43:00.000-07:002011-05-21T08:31:20.554-07:00A Dog for the Rest of My LifeI am a dog lover. Right now, I am into black labs but I love all breeds. I've had some great mutts and probably will have more. Do dogs have souls? We had this great discussion in Sunday School last week but I firmly believe they do. And, I believe they have the greatest capacity to love.<br /><br />I've told you this story before but it bears repeating. When I was about 5 years old, I begged and pleaded for a dog. My mother, who had some dog issues, agreed with a few caveats:<br /><blockquote>not a puppy<br />housetrained<br />not huge</blockquote>With my beloved grandmother as co-conspriator, we found the perfect dog: Candy.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9jG9WnOsiXQ7C8ZDu2DCSKU0cHytCXpzyet9m6TgEA53Qb74ml8E9CXSW0Q0OjhBVOupAfISm_kZgqgaAa2bO2IdQdWeyH1QiYEYGNmLoCffx4b2EXfItQ3COtjChcRxWdXpquIqPenU/s1600/ShariandCandy1975.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9jG9WnOsiXQ7C8ZDu2DCSKU0cHytCXpzyet9m6TgEA53Qb74ml8E9CXSW0Q0OjhBVOupAfISm_kZgqgaAa2bO2IdQdWeyH1QiYEYGNmLoCffx4b2EXfItQ3COtjChcRxWdXpquIqPenU/s400/ShariandCandy1975.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609181888705216994" /></a><br />Candy was with us until mid way through my college days. I miss her still. No offense to my other dogs but I think she will always be my favorite.<br /><br />My parents have had oodles of dogs and I have loved them all. Well, that's not true. I was not crazy about Ashley whose idea of a good time was to bite everyone in sight. I tried very hard not to touch her.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi614rjkTuIiMvBf-R4kU15m30Fy_d50H0K7vk8Yn4lD9wsvk5S4PXehCSw_DmSagUbLL-amqfQJrnLqHqICFZSjtqYvIjneBDY56fh1nKklFIx-VqHHzFfr9qqlT6ngaW4LM2ipOY6OVE/s1600/Ashley+Cropped.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi614rjkTuIiMvBf-R4kU15m30Fy_d50H0K7vk8Yn4lD9wsvk5S4PXehCSw_DmSagUbLL-amqfQJrnLqHqICFZSjtqYvIjneBDY56fh1nKklFIx-VqHHzFfr9qqlT6ngaW4LM2ipOY6OVE/s400/Ashley+Cropped.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609183475921298882" /></a><br />The great thing about dogs is the one you own at the time is your favorite. Best dog ever! I miss the others but I am so grateful for the one at this time in my life. My Gabs, my friend, my dogger. And, Harriet, who lets me carry her around like a baby.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrZP-iaGPyT0LdWMv4O_lorOjGs986RLLxj4IqOUyStn-AXYWevBH6mdkbUNVFKXMRKY-oFPPNNzlZ_FrMiGiSwjMEouQLEHaxD7skbjOyYYrRecrN2ufWMIdG7X_0BXw6srgmMGYRRMY/s1600/Colts+Dogs+2010+003.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrZP-iaGPyT0LdWMv4O_lorOjGs986RLLxj4IqOUyStn-AXYWevBH6mdkbUNVFKXMRKY-oFPPNNzlZ_FrMiGiSwjMEouQLEHaxD7skbjOyYYrRecrN2ufWMIdG7X_0BXw6srgmMGYRRMY/s400/Colts+Dogs+2010+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609190398124239986" /></a><br /><br />We dog people are drawn to cute sayings and cute stuff about our dogs. Here's one I read a couple of years ago about why people love dogs: <br /><blockquote>Dogs are angels here on earth. They carry a white light, a spirit. That is why people feel better after they've touched a dog. The dog has a forgiving soul and always thinks we are better than we actually are. You can tell them anything, and I mean ANYTHING, and they will always love you no matter what you have just told them. So perfect and beautiful in so many different packages, God knew what he was giving us with the gift of a dog. What a great world this would be if everyone could live up to be the great person your dog thinks you are.</blockquote>I will always own a dog. Or one will always own my heart.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUreu1KqegxVQWDA2V1VoxebNZ1WXr3mCVgNkP5F9pykS4vzpxr-5IaroWtkR0fxu8apYRP7vPLgh4ziZ7wEHM1ZP5c23ggjWxivSi1mHiUdL2yAHBeLm3lngJzNjdZcegZK7l-TS2VNc/s1600/Gab+with+bone+001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUreu1KqegxVQWDA2V1VoxebNZ1WXr3mCVgNkP5F9pykS4vzpxr-5IaroWtkR0fxu8apYRP7vPLgh4ziZ7wEHM1ZP5c23ggjWxivSi1mHiUdL2yAHBeLm3lngJzNjdZcegZK7l-TS2VNc/s400/Gab+with+bone+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609186397687784850" /></a>Sheri Rileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02013711269120217953noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124478753032817474.post-59827156418544529712011-05-21T07:00:00.000-07:002011-05-21T07:18:37.209-07:00PrayersIf you believe a certain religious sect, the Apocalypse begins tonight and those of us who consider ourselves believers will not be here tomorrow.<br /><br />So, what am I doing to prepare myself for this great event? I am doing laundry, running errands and most importantly, writing prayers. I am liturgist tomorrow. I suspect my congregation of great friends and wonderful Christians will be in their normal seats in the pews.<br /><br />The hardest part of being liturgist is writing the prayers. I know what I pray for and for whom. But you try to strike a balance between the generic and personal. You, at least I, try to say something that touches the soul... that makes someone think, "Yes, I pray for that too."<br /><br />Whenever I remind myself that I am not worthy and I share this thought with my minister, he replies, "No, you are not. Do it anyway." What a gift!<br /><br />The next time you are in a house of worship and someone says, "Let us Pray," remember that someone put some time and effort into crafting a community prayer. And, the greatest gift may be the ability to worship together.Sheri Rileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02013711269120217953noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124478753032817474.post-77355521813746043592011-05-14T08:09:00.000-07:002011-05-14T08:35:29.993-07:00Alone TimeI crave alone time. And God's joke on me is that I live with the most social man ever put on the planet.<br /><br />Alone time allows me to breathe, to pray, to make lists and to listen to my soul. Alone time heals me.<br /><br />Yesterday I took a couple of hours off work to do personal stuff. Catch up. Walk the dog, send some cards. Dan came home to pick up some stuff he had forgotten. Alone bubble busted.<br /><br />There's a balance we all strive to find. Socially engaging/work engaging/private time. I spend a big chunk of my week with a smile on my face and a story to tell. It's rude, but I often come home with the silent message of, "I'm tired and I don't want to talk." How awful is that?<br /><br />Doing the voyeur thing, I often wonder about retired people. How do they do it? Do they enjoy spending 24/7 with each other? In my voyeur experience, I can tell you the answer is no. One of them is always wishing the other would get out of their hair.<br /><br />But, I'm on the young end of the Baby Boomer generation. One perk is I'll never know about retirement because we will be the ones who can't afford to retire. I will work until I can't work anymore. If I get really successful, I will have a room to myself and I will occasionally channel Greta Garbo,<br /><blockquote>"I want to be alone."</blockquote><br />But just for a while ....Sheri Rileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02013711269120217953noreply@blogger.com2