Friday, July 25, 2008

Randy Pausch

Some time ago, I was at home on a Friday night (surprise!) and found myself channel surfing. I eventually landed upon a story 20/20 was doing on a professor from Carnegie Mellon University. His name was Randy Pausch.

Professor Pausch had been invited to give a lecture as part of the university’s Last Lecture Series. The ironic part is, he had just been diagnosed with terminal pancreatic cancer. And even though he was looking death straight in the face, he gave one of the best lectures I have ever seen. Full of hope, humor, intelligence and candor. I was so touched by this man and his lecture. I just couldn't believe that someone like this existed!

His lecture was turned into a book and you can watch the full lecture on YouTube. If you haven’t seen or read his lecture, do it. You will be a better person for it. I mean, really…how often do you get to listen to an angel spread a message about hope, love and humanity?

Sadly, Randy Pausch passed away early this morning. My heart, thoughts and prayers go out to his family.

From MSNBC...

'Last lecture' professor dies of cancer Randy Pausch, a former Carnegie Mellon University computer scientist whose "last lecture" about facing terminal cancer became an international sensation, died Friday. He was 47.

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Someone call SuperNanny!

I have a new neighbor. Last Saturday a lady and her young son moved into the town home across the street from me.

Ever since moving day I am awakened at 6:30 a.m. by the shrill scream of a toddler. Even on the weekends! That's right, her little ray of sunshine is 3.

Every morning she tries to get him into the car so she can (I assume) take him to daycare so she can start her happy day.

The problem is, this kid don't wanna go. And so, he screams. Any parent of a toddler knows this scream. It's loud, long and high. The term "shrill" or "banshee" would definitely apply.

Now, I'm old. And I like my sleep. So when this old, sleepy girl is awakened by the shrill-banshee-like scream of a toddler...I want to smack the kid.

You may see me on the news in the coming weeks as the estrogen level in my bloodstream increases. I honestly don't think I'll be able to stop myself from flying out of bed, down the stairs and into the street while yelling a constant stream of obscenities, en espanol.

I swear, all that kid needs is a good swat on the butt and he wouldn't scream anymore. Because he would know that retaliation would be swift and decisive.

Seriously've been warned.

Sunday, July 20, 2008

Happy Annivorceary to Me!

That's right, I said Annivorceary ~ not Anniversary. The fourth anniversary of my divorce has just passed. I'd love to say that I came up with the term "annivorceary", but I owe that little gem to the writers from West Wing.

Now, before any of y'all get your pretty little panites in a bunch about my celebrating this milestone in my life. I am not, by any means, celebrating the fact that I got a divorce. I'm celebrating the fact that I survived one. Yay me!

I held a little soiree this past Saturday to celebrate this and to have my girls over to my new home. The last party I had with my girls had all the markings of a fabulous event: laundry room door was knocked off the track, a wine glass was broke, the carpet got spilled on and Patty passed out.

This year was a little more tame. I cooked a bunch of Mexican food and Patty mixed some "Sharritas" (these would be margaritas inspired by me - pink in color and peach in flavor - yum!). We even had the stuff to make some NOLA Screwdrivers, but surprisingly we didn't even break into it.

But, let me take you back a bit. Chris was going to show up an hour early so we could catch up before everyone else showed up. I was about to assemble the Enchizana when I remembered that I hadn't watered my rose bushes yet. So, I filled up a jug and went out front to water my pretty flowers and promptly locked myself out.


By the grace of God, I had my cell in my pocket and called Susie - who was already on her way over and was only a few minutes away with a spare set of keys. This isn't the first time I've locked myself out while watering the roses. And I'm apparently not smart enough to just leave the door open - so Susie has a spare set on her keyring to come save my dumbass.

Then Chris called. Shit! She was already there and couldn't find me. I said, "Girl take your time. I done locked myself out of the house."

All I heard was a deep sigh. And then she pulled up to my house, got out of her car and said, "Well, it's beautiful from the outside. You so sad!"

At aroung 9:30 we decided it was time to hit a dancefloor. We made it over to the Sandbar, did a shot of liquid courage and hit the floor. As usual, the boys found us. We spent the better of two hours dancing with boys and sweating like stuck pigs.

I woke up this morning with a pounding headache and smelling like the sweaty boy I danced with the night before. It was awful. I smelled like a fart. Seriously. I have never used so much body wash in my life. A few motrin later and some Huevos Rancheros for breakfast and I was back in business. I started cleaning up and was doing well for an hour before the hangover took over and I slept for four hours.

Ahhh...I love parties with my girls.

Friday, July 18, 2008


Located in beautiful Star Valley, Arizona you will find this...

If you'll look closely you can even see an arrow sticking out of the cow. So, I could go on and on with the sarcasm. Instead, I'll just hope that y'all have a great weekend and don't practice beastiality.

Brings a whole new meaning to the "Beef: It's what's for dinner" campaign, don't it?

Saturday, July 12, 2008

How Have I Missed This!?

I've seen 'The Birdcage' about 3,298 times. I simply love it. While I dearly love each character in an unnatural unhealthy way, Agador Spartacus is by far my favorite. I can never listen to "She Works Hard for the Money" without adding his little "eh eh, eh eh".

At the beginning of the movie, after the "We Are Family" number, when the 'girls' come off the stage and begin getting into costume for the next number. On stage, in the viewers direct line of vision, but behnd the main characters, is a very fit young man in black/white cowskin chaps and vest blowing a trumpet to sound the 'charge'.

He has no pants or chonies on. None. He's in a lovely pair of assless chaps.

All you see is his very firm, very toned ass.

So, this makes me wonder...what else have I been missing because I've been busy watching the story and not what's going on in the background?

I've begun watching all of my favortie movies again to see what I may have missed. So far nothing. When I've watched a few and find nothing I watch 'The Birdcage' again to soothe my disappointment. You know, for Agador Spartacus. Kind of like reading Playboy for the articles.

And then I begin to wonder, what is 'schmecken' anyway?

Saturday, July 5, 2008

Gracie Lou Has Nuthin' on Me!

I broke my toe. More specifically, the big toe on my right foot.

I was heading up to bed and turned off the light in the living room, thinking that I would be able to see because the light in the hallway was on.

I was so wrong.

The light wasn't on and I was suddenly plunged into darkness. I was tired and now pissed because I couldn't see.

In my groggy, cranky state I somehow had forgotten that I had already climbed up three stairs. I turned around so that I could flip on the light switch for the hall way and promptly fell down the stairs, breaking my big toe along the way.

So, for the past week I've had a noticeable limp. Kind of a pimp walk, actually.

I already have two gold teeth and now with my pimp walk, I would like to be known by my professional ghetto name....

Sharrita Rochelle Lynn Davis-Brown.