tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103783312024-03-12T21:01:00.630-05:00The Enigma That Is MeI could be mysterious if I really really tried.
Ok.....maybe not.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger293125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10378331.post-19413043600583264722012-10-07T20:36:00.002-05:002012-10-07T20:36:45.850-05:00Being a Vegan (But not a "Vegan"): Day 1For the next 6 weeks I will not be eating any animal products (and also following some other ridiculous strict standards). Technically, I suppose this means that I will be vegan. My concerns/notations about this experiment follow:<br />
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A. My reasons for doing this defy an intelligent sounding explanation (at least so far). However, I want to make it clear that none of my reasons involve a moral objection to eating cheese.<br />
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B. Further to Point A-- I don't really want to tell people that don't already know me well that I'm doing this. Why? Well, because I might be eating a vegan diet for the next 6 weeks but I don't want anyone to think I am a "vegan" (Who knows, maybe eating this way for 6 weeks will give me an odd religious zeal for a way of eating that I will feel the need to talk about endlessly and an urge to judge people who like a good roast beef from Arby's...)<br />
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C. Now that I've finished Day #1, I can already tell there are going to be some issues with my culinary laziness. <br />
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D. I feel I should email Chick-fil-a and apologize for the hit their bottom line is about to take. (I wonder if the drive-thru crew will miss me)<br />
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E. I'm already creating my own rules because any plan that tells me not to snack between meals has clearly never been to a place I like to call Sarah's afternoon cranky time. (Conveniently, it is right next to a Diet Dr Pepper plant)<br />
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(Incidentally, never have I ever been able to spell "convenient" correctly with no help. I'll let you appreciate the Alanis Morrisette-ish "irony" for yourself)<br />
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F. It may have been really dumb to do this during prime Halloween candy season.<br />
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(Feel free to leave angry and offended comments below as necessary)<br />
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1. I will never be able to resist cutting my own bangs and I'm done apologizing about it.<br />
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2. I am really good at starting things. Finishing them is a little more...<br />
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3. Giving people the benefit of the doubt often doesn't work out well-- but I'm still almost never sorry I did it.<br />
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4. Attracting crazy people might not be convenient but it sure beats attracting bears.<br />
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5. My innate inner joy at listening to a good accent is God given and not something I will ever mature out of<br />
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6. Sometimes ending sentences with a preposition is just what I want to do. <br />
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7. Trousers on girls with hips are stupid 99% of the time. I don't know why I wasted years trying to wear them. Give me a sundress over a nice pair of slacks any day of the week, please.<br />
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8. Yes, I own a lot of cardigans. You will not shame me out of my collection. Cardigans rock and you mocking me about owning enough to start my own Gap Outlet just reveals your own ignorance about the joys of layering.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10378331.post-81438484207714990392012-09-11T21:51:00.000-05:002012-09-11T21:51:06.173-05:00A Post That Says NothingI kind of miss blogging. And I kind of don't.<br />
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I think I've somehow been sucked into the notion that making the occasional smart remark on Facebook somehow equates to writing something. And that's really rather pathetic when you think about it because the desire to take 5 seconds to do <i>something</i> instead of 30 minutes to do something <i>well</i> sums up a lot of what seems to be wrong with people these days.<br />
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I started this blog seven years ago, encouraged/harassed into it by a friend I no longer see or talk to much (if at all). It took me months and months to tell my other friends about it and even longer than that to tell my family. For some reason the thought of them reading what I wrote seemed quite terrifying. Interesting to note (at least to me) that I don't even really remember why that was. Have I become more transparent or have I just started to care less what people think? <br />
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Is that the beauty of being in your 30s? I think I may have just have a topic for my next post...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10378331.post-83288811265951695132011-12-19T22:30:00.000-06:002011-12-19T22:30:30.535-06:00Going on 17For some reason I've been thinking a lot lately about what I would do if I could go back in time and talk to myself at 17. I don't know if it is because I'm just about double that age now (!!) or what...but I've been having these strange mental arguments with myself about what I would say. Almost none of it has anything to do with specific things I'd do differently-- so it isn't as if I'm thinking of trying to rearrange any major life happenings. Mostly it seems to involve relational things. Who to trust-- who to not trust. Who to listen to-- who to disregard.... that kind of thing. The funny thing is that I don't think that 17 year old me would BELIEVE 34 year old me about most of it anyway. <br />
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~~~~~~Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10378331.post-5582773010702820332011-12-15T21:30:00.000-06:002011-12-15T21:30:37.507-06:00I had the perfect idea for a blog post last night but now I can't remember what it was. I blame the Chesapeake lights. I had a perfectly good thought pattern going while driving down Western and then their Vegas-light-like brightness hit my corneas and whatever thought was in my head didn't stand a chance.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10378331.post-21072076498241798402011-12-13T21:56:00.000-06:002011-12-13T21:56:27.836-06:00Obsessions Pt 1Throughout my life I have been somewhat prone to getting obsessed with things. I can't pretend to remember the first thing I was ever obsessed with, though I suppose you could argue that my red checkered blankie (that is currently about 10 feet away from where I'm sitting) was a good start. <br />
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For some reason, lately I've been thinking about two TV shows I fell in love with when I was 11 or 12-- Tour of Duty was a somewhat (in my memory anyway) gritty show about the Vietnam War. The Young Riders was a somewhat ridiculous show about the Pony Express. They couldn't have been more different, but oh how I adored them both. My week just absolutely hinged on going to my grandparent's house on Thursday nights so I could look at their TV Guide magazine and read the upcoming descriptions of what was going to happen next on those shows. What was so riveting to my pre-teen brain? I'll give you one big hint:<br />
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Oh, LT-- how I loved you so. I still can't believe they blew you up...<br />
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XXUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10378331.post-77459004574062401952011-12-12T20:48:00.000-06:002011-12-12T20:48:09.180-06:00Just So There Was SOMETHING posted in 2011Posting this is probably a bad idea. My blog has been in hibernation for so long that people have finally quit asking me when I am going to update it. When they do mention it, they say things like "Well, Sarah used to have a blog...." and then I feel that little twinge of guilt like I abandoned a puppy sitting by the side of the road.<br />
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Not that my blog is a puppy, but you see what I'm saying.<br />
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It's just that I haven't had much to say in awhile. 2011 was a really weird year for a lot of reasons. I can't pretend I'm not enormously glad to see it go... but it seems a shame to not have ANY posts to mark the year. (Plus my last post is me basically unintentionally lying to my grandmother, and who wants to end on THAT kind of note?)<br />
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And so I bring you the Things I Learned and/or was Reminded of in 2011:<br />
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1. People are ALWAYS capable of surprising me. Doesn't matter how long I've known them. Doesn't matter how much time I've spent with them. There is always some buried nook inside them that you never had any idea was there...<br />
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2. Soy Yogurt is not something you can force yourself to like. If you try, it might lead to you gagging into your own kitchen sink after a few bites. Hypothetically.<br />
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3. I am rather bad at punctuation which is awkward since people seem to expect me to be the grammar police (not sure why since I'm 99% sure I've never corrected anyone's grammar...my dad does it enough for the both of us).<br />
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4. On the same subject, I'm a bit too fond of parenthesis.<br />
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5. Kashi products are best eaten in small doses.<br />
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6. The people who have known you the longest are not always the people who know you best.<br />
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7. Trying to eat with chopsticks is still one of the most frustrating endeavors EVER<br />
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8. Fur is creepy.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10378331.post-52217875256819284232010-10-28T21:12:00.000-05:002010-10-28T21:12:19.075-05:00Late!I have officially been guilted by my lovely grandmother into updating!! Unfortunately, I just not have not been inspired enough to write her the promised post about my September travels-- so this is just a post for Grandma (since I suspect that she is the last person holding out hope about this blog!) to promise that it IS coming.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10378331.post-6416628379985646302010-04-24T20:33:00.000-05:002010-04-24T20:33:41.359-05:00This One is For MeredithSo when your nine year old niece asks you why you haven't updated your blog in awhile, you know you are in trouble. I am now letting down MULTIPLE generations with my lack of creativity!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10378331.post-9504247880267379612010-03-05T04:30:00.002-06:002010-03-05T04:42:18.068-06:00Random Hong Kong List Time*Every time I think the JW Marriott can't surprise me, they do. This time when I walked up to registration to check in (after being up for 24 hours straight), I went to pull out my passport when the guy behind the counter smiled at me and said "Sarah?" I blinked at him in confusion before nodding. He went on to say that he had my check-in paperwork almost done. That's when I asked if they'd started to keeping photos of people in their system, cause otherwise that was kind of creepy. He just smiled and said it was a good guess. They have some sort of weird Customer Service Voo-Doo. I'm telling you. (Also? He called 10 minutes after I got up to my room to ask if I had enough pillows on my bed. I looked at the 6 feather pillows sitting on the king size mattress and decided that yes, that was plenty.)<br /><br />*The guy across the aisle from me on the flight from Dallas to Tokyo kept his pants on, thankfully. However, he did spend a good 8 solid hours of the flight playing some weird farmer's market game on his computer. From what I could tell, it involved a lot of watering of various plants. Riveting stuff, let me tell you.<br /><br />*One way not to impress people from the US Office you are meeting for the first time? Falling asleep in the meeting.<br /><br />*I am starting to think that with a little effort, you can get anywhere in Hong Kong without actually going outside. It is like the city is one big gerbil cage.<br /><br />* An excellent place to find lots of lounging, British-looking businessmen (who appear to have spent a lot of time picking out their trendy yet nerdy glasses) in Hong Kong is Starbuck's.<br /><br />*ESPN360 does not work in China. 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(Neither does HULU).Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10378331.post-62600014885002164652010-02-28T12:15:00.002-06:002010-02-28T13:06:50.871-06:00I Promised (Part Two)And we bring you the thrilling conclusion to the saga of Harold and The Andrews Sisters<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzmpRgggDj6q5rgs_EpF9QP668NCWy_FSkcHDL9QspaEtLG8n8NunCuDIVnYfwRSI6vdZclVo4YtiM' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyb1MWH3xdrpyAF_9ZiU1HyDbBhSGupN6RH-OE6tKP7TFfQ47h8FugSqsbj20tT9keWNlTVnX_v1lQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10378331.post-81473321871836096962010-02-27T17:05:00.002-06:002010-02-27T17:50:12.588-06:00I Promised (Part One)Meredith had her heart set on this being on the internet SOMEWHERE. <br /><br />This is what happens when there is a sleepover, a webcam, and special effects that must be tried out.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw2wdqzkt3gZNYOelx76zt3vl9FLmfWBHqlUPGX48VtcRIx2mygRwmHQOp4va-8vynjlP25M0_gOKg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwlzHJrk8VqXRnYAc03C_aYRi9QUp_ILBQnTUB7b7lfHz9q6VB-0PwtmLAjmnFcZ2Y-iZqfQ8oODTQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz8cqKpDQ_JX5DmSCFbM-1zdtr92IC44sEN_zl7VzCUVd2gnz4jrecyJnfBuOiO3eLZrmdmY5J0mnc' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwEEGqGjLqmrph4uTM5vmDmST8FL3Btrv-9_GvdjxA8mX6u7ezDF7g453VLblfsqpUBbMCGwLfY3uM' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10378331.post-52580861558021147372010-02-25T20:54:00.003-06:002010-02-25T21:18:08.675-06:00The Story<span style="font-weight:bold;">The Setting:</span><br />After Work--Walmart--Frozen Food Aisle<br /><br /><br />A young(ish) woman stands pondering the frozen treats section wishing she wasn't at Walmart at all, but knowing she has to be there because her 9 year old niece actually took the time to email her AT WORK to make sure she was planning on buying "break and bake" cookies for their sleepover the following night.<br /><br />Youngish Woman: (stares at ice cream)<br /><br />Short Creepy Dude: (walks by....stops...doubles back)<br /><br />Youngish Woman: (sees short creepy dude out of the corner of her eye and really hopes that all the sudden staring means he's really really into frozen dairy products)<br /><br />Short Creepy Dude: (walks up, walks around the back of youngish woman, and grins)<br /><br />Youngish Woman: (internally sighs and stares intently at the ice cream as if the label on Chunky Monkey is going to reveal all of life's mysteries to her)<br /><br />Short Creepy Dude: "Hello, Lady."<br /><br />Youngish Woman: (can't help but immediately think of Andre the Giant's character in The Princess Bride even though the guy that is talking to her must be 5'2" at best)<br /><br />Short Creepy Dude: "Do you live here in this city?"<br /><br />Youngish Woman: (still not talking, but nods slightly and tries to figure out if she has ever heard that kind of accent before)<br /><br />Short Creepy Dude: (smiles) "I admire your beauty."<br /><br />Youngish Woman: "Uh, thanks" (cause really-- no matter how creepy the dude is, how can you not say thanks to THAT?)<br /><br />Short Creepy Dude: (visibly encouraged by actual words) "So, do you live here?"<br /><br />Youngish Woman: (nods without looking away from the ice cream and wonders why this guy's gums are so, so red...that can't be healthy.)<br /><br />Short Creepy Dude: "Where do you live? Around here? Where?" (looks around as if he is going to suddenly see her house revealed in all it's glory)<br /><br />Youngish Woman: (sees no recourse but to tell a very obvious lie) "I live over there with my husband." (points with her ringless left hand towards the general direction of the pharmacy section) <br /><br />Short Creepy Dude: (loses his grin for the first time and nods.....stands there for a minute and then finally walks off)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10378331.post-24671755572406272192010-02-18T21:46:00.002-06:002010-02-18T21:58:05.640-06:00A SuggestionThere seems to be an epidemic of people at my condo complex buying a certain unfortunate product. And this might seem ungracious, but with my birthday coming up, I just want to take the time to put a thought out in the universe:<br /><br />There is not now, nor will there ever be in the future, a point at which I want to be given any sort of WIND CHIME. I mean, maybe if you live in the most serene and still place on the planet with only the occasional breeze to blow through them gently so that they emit a nice tune, I could see the potential. <br /><br />But this is OKLAHOMA. We have gale force winds MOST OF THE TIME. If you hang up a WIND CHIME on your porch, it is basically the equivalent of hiring a Salvation Army Bell Ringer to stand outside your front door who will never give up on getting your spare change and will forever be ringing his bell. Loudly.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10378331.post-62913943788057126512010-02-15T18:51:00.002-06:002010-02-15T19:13:37.412-06:00Personality Test ExtravaganzaSo, I just found an old blog entry where I took the "Ultimate Personality Test" 5 years ago. Turns out? Not that much has changed. Here's the same old result as last time:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">A SEER<br />You are exactly what your name implies. You see what other people miss. You are the intellectual of the personality types as well as the philosopher. You possess a cool and rational nature and take things in stride. You are concerned with the "big picture" and always know what is going on. You know people better than they know themselves and it makes them nervous sometimes. You know exactly what people don't want you to know about them, but fortunately you are a pacifist and don't (usually) use it against them. But take care not to get to detached through the lens of that powerful microscope of yours. You can be a little cool towards people and you sometimes need to remember that you have a heart as well as a brain.</span><br /><br /><br />A little good a little bad I guess?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10378331.post-73128338323785900692010-02-14T01:00:00.001-06:002010-02-14T01:00:03.415-06:00All The Single LadiesThe other day I was thinking that this is the first year I am truly, truly happy to not have a date for Valentine's Day. (Long story. Not going into it.) Anyhoo-- that got me to thinking about the OTHER things I like about being single. And though we've covered some of this before, I thought what better way to celebrate the 14th of February than to give a shout out (yeah, that's right-- I said SHOUT OUT. Deal with it) to all my single friends and remind them (and me) of many of the lovely things about our lives as they are RIGHT NOW.<br /><br />And so, may I present to you my list of awesome things about being single:<br /><br />1. You don't share your remote control with anyone<br /><br />2. You can sleep on any side of your bed that you want<br /><br />3. You can spend $80 on a haircut and not have to explain it to ANYONE<br /><br />4. You have complete control over your thermostat<br /><br />5. You can go to NBA games and talk about the relative hotness of various players and not worry about insulting anyone. (Not that I've EVER done this, mind you)<br /><br />6. You can decide to go on trips wherever you want and not worry about anyone else feeling "left out"<br /><br />7. When you are tired and cranky and have had a horrible day, you can go home to a completely silent house and not have to talk to anyone if you don't want to<br /><br />8. You don't have to worry about anyone drinking the rest of the Dr. Pepper you have sitting in the fridge<br /><br />9. You can flirt with security guards to try and get special treatment without offending anyone (again, not that I have ever done that...)<br /><br />10. There is no one to tell you that you really need to balance your checkbook so they know how much money is left in the account <br /><br />11. You can cut your hair as short as you want<br /><br />12. You don't have to wash anyone's underwear but your own<br /><br />13. You have no in-laws (for better OR for worse)<br /><br />14. You can spend every last holiday wherever you please<br /><br />15. You don't have to pay for the extra ESPN tier on your digital cable package<br /><br />16. There is no one to judge how much you may or may not pay for your hair products<br /><br />17. You can let your Dad pay for dinner without hurting anyone's ego (assuming you don't have one of your own, anyway. I won't lie-- I do this one every time I am home. Thanks Dad!)<br /><br />18. There is no one to wonder why you need to own 10 scarves <br /><br />19. If you are a blanket hog, it impacts exactly NO ONE<br /><br />20. NO SNORING <br /><br /><br />I'm sure's there are more-- but that's what I've got off the top of my head.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Happy Single Liberation Day Ladies!!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10378331.post-5098725243463716032010-02-09T21:26:00.003-06:002010-02-09T21:53:55.224-06:00The Great Debate: South American Dictator vs Radio DJ<span style="font-weight:bold;">Question: Which would be worse? Being married to a South American Dictator OR Being married to a Radio DJ?</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">*South American Dictator<span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Pro:</span><br /><br />1. I would never have to hear my husband complain about the people at work who are treating him badly (off with their heads!)<br /><br />2. One presumes that I would have many, many pairs of shoes (and not the Payless kind)<br /><br />3. All of my cars would have tinted windows and bullet proof glass (that's right, HUMMER, I'm looking at you!)<br /><br />4. I would have control over everything that aired on the television<br /><br />5. I would never have to do my taxes<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Con</span><br /><br />1. I would likely be married to a man with a mustache<br /><br />2. Having a husband who executes people makes it hard to make new friends (or keep old ones, for that matter)<br /><br />3. Travel options would be limited (since you never know when a coup might just erupt)<br /><br />4. All of my cars would NEED to be bullet proof<br /><br />5. My husband would probably be shorter than me since dictators tend to be TINY little men.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Radio DJ</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Pro:</span><br /><br />1. Free Music and Concerts<br /><br />2. Uhm.....yeah. Free music and concerts are pretty much all I've got<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Con:</span><br /><br />1. I'd be married to someone who gets paid to listen to themselves talk. ALL DAY.<br /><br />2. How can you successfully argue with someone who is using that stupid ANNOUNCER voice that makes it sound like people are winking and shooting finger guns at you even when they are doing nothing but telling you that you should have unloaded the dishwasher?<br /><br />3. I'd end up with a garage full of stupid Coke koozies with Z100!! HOME OF THE HARD ROCKING 80's! or some other stupid logo on it. (And no one would ever buy them in my garage sales)<br /><br />4. What if he was a DJ for a hardcore down-home country station and the only free music I ended up with was a Merle Haggard Greatest Hits CD? <br /><br />5. Or worse, what if he's a DJ for a hardcore rap station and my husband spends his day playing songs like "It's Hard Out There for a Pimp"?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />So......VERDICT anyone??Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10378331.post-75652374594104516502010-02-07T22:59:00.002-06:002010-02-07T23:02:08.555-06:00A DilemmaToday (while in a conversation about it) someone asked me if I have ever considered liposuction-- and I was torn between feeling insulted that they thought I needed it and flattered that they thought I could afford it.<br /><br />I went with flattered.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10378331.post-20448961748265809262010-02-05T21:04:00.003-06:002010-02-05T21:10:05.397-06:00Hmmm.....Today I flirted with someone by accusing him of killing butterflies.<br /><br />On an unrelated note-- anyone wonder why I'm still single?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10378331.post-68136497875757015792010-02-02T20:00:00.001-06:002010-02-02T20:55:31.178-06:00Either/OrThere is sometimes a rather large difference between how I'd like to see my personality and the reality of how I actually am......<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Example #1</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">The Delusion:</span> I am an enigma<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">The Reality:</span> I will only succeed in being mysterious when and if I ever learn to quit telling people stories about the stupid things I do.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Example #2</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">The Delusion:</span> Somewhere deep inside me I have the capability of getting organized and staying that way<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">The Reality:</span> Being organized is totally tedious and I would much rather watch episodes of Supernatural on my DVR<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Example #3</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">The Delusion:</span> I'm a person who makes To-Do lists and then promptly gets things done<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">The Reality: </span> I'm a person who makes To-Do lists but is sure to include a few things I've already done so I can cross them off and get credit for what I did BEFORE I made the list (even though no one but me will ever see it)<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Example #4</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">The Delusion:</span> I pack at the last minute for trips because I am a terribly busy and important person<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">The Reality:</span> I pack at the last minute for trips because reading just one more chapter of my library book is way more entertaining than deciding how many cardigans to take to China.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Example #5</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">The Delusion:</span> People (like me) who procrastinate only do so because they are masters of time management and just don't need as long as everyone else to get things done.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">The Reality:</span> People (like me) who procrastinate don't really worry about figuring out WHY they procrastinate because there is PLENTY of time to figure that out later.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10378331.post-33378533821223605972010-02-01T21:34:00.003-06:002010-02-01T21:52:33.301-06:00WhoopsSo today while I was walking down the hall at work I had a brilliant idea for the perfect blog post. It was pithy and interesting and vague-- perfect food for thought. Of course, by the time I got back to my desk, I had completely forgotten the whole thing.<br /><br />And that's my problem with blogging. I don't have kids to tell funny stories about (though I do occasionally borrow my nieces and nephews), I don't have interesting hobbies to make a "theme" blog about (aka COUPON!Lady or COOKINGLady! or LEARNINGFOREIGNLANGUAGESLady!), and half the time there are things I could write LOOONG blogs about-- but I can't because I don't know who might read this blog.<br /><br />And that means, no talking about:<br /><br />1. Boys <br />2. Work<br />3. What I really think about 60% of what happens<br /><br /><br />You can see why blogging regularly might be a problem.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10378331.post-7166051550707015482010-01-31T21:27:00.002-06:002010-01-31T21:43:38.827-06:00Things I Learned At An NBA Game*It is now my belief that everyone in the world can be classified into 2 camps: Those that are thrilled to find themselves on the Jumbotron and those that would rather crawl under their seat. (Guess which one I am?) <br /><br /><br />*The things that people will do just for the CHANCE at a free t-shirt truly, truly frightens me. Is your dignity really not worth the $15 it would take to buy that shirt online?<br /><br /><br />*I still think Nick Collison needs to give me a call. Think about it, Nick. (Cheryl tried to say that they took you out of the game because you weren't playing well, but just ignore her. She really has no idea what she is talking about!)<br /><br /><br />*Never get the chicken finger basket. You'll hate yourself about 5 minutes after you finish. And NOT in the "That was so good, I hate myself" kind of way....more in the "That was gross and I can't believe I payed $7 for that" kind of way.<br /><br /><br />*If you text your brother to ask him important questions about a member of the opposing team, chances are he will ignore your text and leave you wondering just WHY you recognize Stephen Curry. And you will never, ever get an answer.<br /><br /><br />*If the person you go to the game with is sitting in front of you instead of next to you, it is quite easy to convince everyone around you that you are a crazy person who talks to yourself the entire game (Instead of the truth-- which is that you are addressing the back of the head of your friend who may or may not hear about half of what you are saying, but you say it anyway).Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10378331.post-50407361473996669522010-01-21T21:42:00.003-06:002010-01-21T21:54:25.958-06:00Questions of the Day1. Is it wrong to want to TAKE DOWN the 6 year old who keeps shooting you in Laser Tag?<br /><br />2. Is it worse if the aforementioned brat is a small child you don't know?<br /><br />3. Do loud people (that I may or may not work with) sound as loud in their own heads as they do to the rest of us?<br /><br />4. Why do soft things (like bread) get hard when they get too old but hard things (like celery) get soft when they are too old?<br /><br />5. Is it weirder that I currently have 6 jars of peanut butter in my cabinet or that I think the military should send soldiers in uniform out on missions to places like Chili's just to increase morale for the female population?<br /><br />6. Should I be concerned that my 9 year old niece announced tonight that "Aunt Sarah is always a good judge of who is hot and who isn't?"<br /><br />7. And do you think that made my sister wonder what I've been saying to her daughter?<br /><br />8. I wonder how long I'm going to leave my blue towel taped over my fireplace?<br /><br />9. Do ants ever make noise?<br /><br />10. Do you think God told Adam how to milk a cow? If not, who was the first person to try it?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10378331.post-70310252673433476872010-01-20T17:50:00.003-06:002010-01-20T18:04:50.833-06:00Rumors of My Blog's Death Are Highly ExaggeratedYes, yes I know. I have been a terrible, terrible blog caretaker for quite awhile now. And I know all 5 of you have been very, very sad about it.<br /><br />No stories about weirdos at Walmart...<br /><br />No complaints about the bacon in Hong Kong...<br /><br />No tales of pantless men on international flights...<br /><br />No unnecessary comparisons of rotisserie chicken to unicorns.....<br /><br /><br />How have you all survived? Tis a mystery! But I am sure you will be SUPER relieved to hear that updating my blog on a regular basis is one of my New Years resolutions. (The other one is to make myself drink V8 until I like it)<br /><br />Some of you might be tempted to point out that it is now January 20-- so I seem to be a little late in getting this resolution going. To that I say this: Uhm-- you people know me, right? Cause no one who knows me would be surprised that I am starting my New Years resolution nearly a month AFTER New Years.<br /><br />Duh.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10378331.post-86237308230416994912009-10-18T21:03:00.002-05:002009-10-18T21:19:12.710-05:00When I'm Too Lazy To Type....This is what you get:<br /><br />Part One:<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwjUnRrLlVrmvHPIGgp852bmx-Fq52jHre-mHekHH2bl19FqaKt6aaVtX9wpZ0B08snn5DhShE-gXU' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><br />Part Two:<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx6clB0dx4GN-6jIoszD5gwsKeTPrVjy5CgYnEVpciIzeOzIZHkalwhcCRkV_oJhitbi2QKQm5J9N8' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><br />And if anyone cares to compare:<br /><br /><br /><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RgfBCKFq9yg&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RgfBCKFq9yg&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3