Sherri Ross

13
Jan
2014

Naked in Savannah

categories: vacation

I recently posted a funny (now) little story about my belated honeymoon trip a few weeks ago to Savannah, Georgia. A few friends aren’t on Facebook and asked me to post it elsewhere, so here you go! Enjoy my nekkidness. 🙂

The man and I hadn’t taken a trip together all last year, even after getting married last February. So, we pooled our resources, saved up our time, and planned a mini honeymoon over Christmas vacation to Savannah. We drove over on Christmas Day and stayed 5 days. Five glorious days in another city with fine food, art, libations, and no clothes.

Yes, that’s right…no clothes. Here’s how the conversation went:

Arrived in Savannah, Christmas night. Got the car unloaded and settled into the hotel room. Looked around at all my many bags to get my pajamas out –

Me: Honey, where’s my suitcase?

The Man: What suitcase?

Me: The one with all my clothes in it.

The Man: I don’t know. Did he not bring it up? I didn’t see it in the trunk. I could have overlooked it.

Me: No, you wouldn’t have overlooked it. It would have gone in firs…..oh……wait……it would have needed to go in first because it was the biggest. And I don’t remember putting it in there.

Me, frantically calling our friend who was house and pet sitting for us. No answer. Thinking…thinking…thinking…retracing steps. I had a ton of bags and brought down as many as I could carry in the first trip downstairs. Oh wait….I never went back upstairs for the rest. For my SUITCASE OF CLOTHES.

Text to sitter: Did you see a suitcase upstairs, by chance?
Sitter: Yes, I wondered about that. Was hoping it was there on purpose.

AGGGHHHHH!

Yup, went on vacation and left all my clothes at home. After losing it for about 15 minutes (I had a full come apart on Christmas day on my honeymoon in a beautiful hotel room), The Man calmed me down and assured me we would go shopping for clothes the next day. I didn’t need much, but still…I had such cute outfits packed. After a little while longer I was laughing about it. And then laughing every 15 minutes thereafter just thinking about it. I cracked up all weekend after my meltdown.

We went to “commercial Savannah” the next day and got a few items. As it turns out, I came upon 2 pairs of jeans in my other bags while we were there so all was fine. But imagine going on vacation and finding out THE EMPEROR HAS NO CLOTHES when you got there. I was wearing leggings and a t-shirt for the 7 hour drive over. That.was.it.

That wasn’t the BEST part of the trip, but it was definitely the funniest!

05
Jan
2014

Leave me alone!

categories: bully

Earlier this year. Bourbon Street Karaoke bar in Irondale. My husband and I joined two of our friends for a night of fun after a Barons’ baseball game. We had a drink, sang some songs, and were having a great time. I get up and sang my heart out. I sat down and the friend’s husband starts talking about a guy across the bar who was saying things about me while I was singing. Mean things. Our friend was irate and wanted to go talk to him for saying negative things about me, his friend. I couldn’t process what was happening and before I knew it, I was gone. I left, got in my car, and drove home crying. I left my husband there, I left our friends there (they drove separate), and I didn’t care. I was mortified and upset. Why would someone say those things about me? Someone who doesn’t even know me and has never seen me, let alone MET me, before? Who does that at our age anymore? Why would he keep on mouthing off to the point of riling up our friend? Why would I let it affect me so much that I felt the need to rush out of there without a word to anyone? WHY?

Our friends brought my husband home and he calmed me down, but was quite upset that I just left. Understandably. But I was embarrassed and horrified. I was 11 all over again getting called “Scary Sherri.”

Fast forward to a month ago. Some friends invited us to Bourbon Street for a party. Of course I went…I LOVE karaoke. About an hour into it, he walked in. I had completely forgotten about him until he walked in and looked at me. He recognized me and I recognized him. He started whispering to all of his friends and they kept looking at me. Then he took a picture of me. WHAT? I desperately wanted to go say something to him, but Daniel asked that I not start anything. Because it would have been bad. He asked that I not let him affect my night and just have a good time. Too late. The longer he was there, the more he whispered and pointed and the angrier I got. Again, I got up and left without a word. I got into the car and waited for Daniel. I had to message our friends to apologize for the abrupt exit and explain what was going on. They were all very supportive.

I know bullying is an issue. I’ve known it for a long time, but didn’t think it really happened to people my age anymore. Apparently I was very wrong.

Now here’s my question to you: At my age (38) and my maturity level (so-so), how do I handle that if it happens again? I don’t want to stay away from Bourbon Street because I love karaoke. But I don’t ever want to see his face again. If I do, I might punch him…happily. I don’t know what to do. I obviously cannot ignore him, I wish I could. What should I do? What would you do in my situation? All feedback appreciated!

26
Nov
2013

Geeks are sexy

categories: bloglikecrazy

I missed a few days of #bloglikecrazy, but it’s ok because I was taking a much-needed rest from thinking. I work in technology so working with technology after hours gets a little old sometimes. I have to give my mind a rest. And by rest, I mean play endless hidden object games on the iPad (I only have so many “I Spy” books on hand) and gathering crops in Hay Farm. I also read a lot. I missed a few of the writing prompts, so will be catching up on the ones I’m particularly excited about like a post about something I totally geek out about, a post about fitness, and my favorite pro-woman anthems or your personal musical mantra.

Let’s geek out, shall we? Since I AM in IT, I tend to geek out about new and exciting things in my field. I am currently loving Amazon Web Services and all the many, many, many things they offer. You can do a million different things with THEIR equipment and basically just rent it. It’s especially fun (and geek-worthy) learning an entirely new “language” and making things work. I have run into a few snags along the way, but with perseverance, – and great tech support from AWS – we got them resolved and working like a charm. And they add and expand features everyday, so it will be a continued learning process as long as I’m in IT. Yippee!

There aren’t a lot of non-technical things that I geek out about. I have my favorite shows (file those under guilty pleasures like Javacia did), favorite music and the like, but I don’t really geek out about much. As far as how stuff works, I think I may have filled my brain with computers and networking and I’m full.

Love yourself.
Find peace inside.
Share happiness.

22
Nov
2013

Ouch!

categories: bloglikecrazy

Here’s my #bloglikecrazy post for yesterday.

Migraine.

Ouch.

Go home sick from work.

Meds.

Bed.

Better.

Yippee!

Today’s will be much better, I promise. 🙂

20
Nov
2013

Mission Impossible

categories: bloglikecrazy

Today’s #bloglikecrazy post asks us to define our mission statement or goal of our blog. I remember doing this last year so went to see if it still rang true. Last year’s mission statement:

YouGotRossed is a blog about the great loves of my life with the main focus on Birmingham, Alabama. It will be used primarily to educate readers about the city and promote Birmingham’s various offerings including geographical, cultural, historical, and current events. This will be a space for fostering community involvement, while also encompassing some other passions like fitness, feminism, writing, self-improvement, and volunteering.

Yup. that still about sums it up. I’ve had to scale back on the fitness since the doctor told me I have pre-osteoporosis and arthritis in my hip, but said I can get back to it once I build those hip muscles around that bone up. So swimming and recumbent bike, here I come!

And I still love Birmingham with all my heart and immerse myself in the city whenever I can.

Link to your blog’s mission statement in the comments section below.

Love yourself.
Find peace inside.
Share happiness.