Filed under: wordplay
A few of you may have noticed that things look a little different around here again.
That’s because the good stuff has moved over to Sarahndipitea.
Follow me if you want. Otherwise, no hard feelings.
Filed under: aurgasms, blessings, crypt-keeper, rising cortisol levels, work hard for the money | Tags: 4th of July, Adele, Kings of Leon, Life, Music, music video, Work, YouTube
Just recently my life has taken a weird turn. Part of the rerouting has been a good thing, and part of it has been uhm, not so good. Part of the not-so-good has been my own fault, and I’ve got to get back onto that good path. As fun as the not-so-good path has been, my knee (and the back of my left arm) are showing signs of the blackberry brambles. I seem to follow a yearly pattern – and about this time of year, every year for a while now, I’ve stumbled. I’ve cracked my knee on a few too many bar tables and I’m paying for it. One foot in front of the other.
On another note, this weekend is going to be really low-key, which I really need. I’m having an entire mental health weekend, I guess.
Tomorrow I plan on sleeping as late as I want, showering eventually, cleaning off my desk/organizing a ton of paperwork, condensing from six drawers (of nonsense) to four, cleaning up the bags that are all over my bedroom floor (all my backpacks/purses have been having a conference at the foot of my bed for like two weeks now!), making guacamole, going to a friend’s house and letting someone else feed and water me while I enjoy myself. (Unfortunatley there will be fireworks, which make me anxious, but I don’t have to stay for those. I keep reminding myself of that.) Sunday I have some writing to do. That’s all I have on the agendy for Sunday, because the week ahead of me is going to be hell.
Next week, my direct supervisor will be gone. She’s taking an entire week of vacation and told me in a meeting today “you are me next week.” That’s a huge responsibility, and I’ve since learned it’s a litmus test of sorts. I’ll know more in a couple of weeks, but next week is very important for me. I may password protect a more detailed post, but for now I get to be the crypt-keeper about it.
I’ve been branching out music-wise lately. Been obsessed with the Adele album (19) as well as the latest Kings of Leon album (Only By the Night). I could listen to Adele’s cover of Make You Feel My Love for an hour straight and not tire of it so I feel it absolutely necessary to share it before I go back to cleaning something.
Filed under: blessings, contemplation, famdamily, lists, mememe, people I love | Tags: award, blog award, blog bling, Friends, keepsake blog award, keepsakes, memories
My bathtub-snuggling friend MissHeathyrm gave me a piece of blog bling (try and say that ten times fast!) today and so I have to post it and then pass it on, but I’m feeling really stuck with it … because I really have nothing to share.
You’re supposed to take a picture of keepsake and then write about it … but the two keepsakes I had in life are both gone now, so I have nothing to take a picture of. It makes me feel like I’m missing part of my life that all girls seem to keep. I rarely hold on to anything, and so even when there are intenses memories attached to a certain something, I don’t feel the need to hold on to it.
Sally was a soft stuffed doll with long braided pig tails and a navy blue polka-dotted dress I had until middle school. I don’t know where I got her or what happened to her, but she went everywhere with me until she didn’t.
Barnaby was a gift from ThEx. Well, kinda. The second Christmas we were dating, I was supposed to volunteer at the homeless shelter, but got so violently ill (I still refuse to eat green bean casserole because of this!) I couldn’t go. I was devastated – I was all about volunteering in high school. ThEx went in my place and they gave out these super-soft stuffed bears to each volunteer. He gave me the one that I would have received. For the following eight years, Barnaby did everything with me. (ThEx totally hated that he even slept in the bed with us.) Last year I took Barnaby to my parents house and we lit him on fire. That was fun.
Instead of a picture of Sally or Barnaby, I have a list of things that I hope to pass on as keepsakes. Hopefully I have a child with more of a sentimental heart than me. Damn my practicality.
- Grams’ cooking suit – when Grams died the only thing I asked for was her fancy cooking suit. A custom-made apron for her cooking adventures now hangs in my closet, and I cannot bring myself to wear it. When I give it to my daughter, or daughter-in-law, I will sew a piece of my own custom made cooking suit (thank you Bean) into the pocket of Grams’.
- Grams’ favorite handkerchief – when Grams was working she would tie her hair back in pretty handkercheifs. When Gramps gave them all to my mom and my mom let my sister and I pick through them, I picked the most worn, torn, raggedy one, because that’s the one I remember her wearing. My sister thought I was crazy. I dont’ think she realizes how Grams shaped who I am today.
- Part of my wedding dress – my currently non-existant wedding dress, but I will save part of it to pass to my daughter or daughter-in-law. I think it’d be romantic to sew a part of my mom’s & my husband’s mom’s wedding dress into mine. Too bad my mom got rid of her wedding dress DECADES ago. I’ll wear her wedding shoes (black peep toe pumps!) to my wedding if I ever remarry.
- A set of $300 pearl/diamond earrings & necklace – these will go to my “niece” when she graduates from high school. ThEx gave them to me as my first gift (the necklace) and my wedding gift (the earrings) and while I think they are gorgeous, they have so many memories attached to them, I seldoml wear them and since he’s still her real uncle, she can have them.
- Sterling silver napkin rings – Grams gave me a set in 2003 and while I have never used them (who uses napkin rings?) they are special to me because she gave them to me. (I am totally sensing a trend, here.)
- My book – it’s been in the process for three years now. One day it’ll be done. Hopefully.
So, I’m supposed to pass this on to three bloggers who are then supposed to share their own keepsakes with their readers. Since I took the liberty of changing things up, feel free to do the same!
- Ewokmama – you can’t count the Little Man as your keepsake. I’m keeping him. :)
- ChelleBelle – I’m keeping my neices, too. AuntieSarah from California’s Funny Hat would love to steal them away.
- Beauty School Drop-out – I’m going to start a sweatshop with the children I’m keeping. Yours included. Love you.
Filed under: blessings, ch-ch-ch-changes, contemplation, crypt-keeper, famdamily, maybe boys aren't so dumb, people I love, rising cortisol levels, work hard for the money | Tags: 30-Day-Shred, angled bobs, banking, dating, employment, hair cuts, hair styles, Jillian Michaels, letters, moms, new accounts, wine
Dear Jillian Michaels,
My arms hate you. So does my ass, in fact. Also, if you put out another DVD, could you pick better music? I hate the stuff you’re using now.
Love to hate you,
Sarah
Dear Bank-I-Work-For,
I’d like a raise. In fact, I’d like another promotion, too. I have very little faith in your HR system and learning today that my ridiculous probation (remember, that, work? The RIDICULOUS probation you put me on the same day you gave me a raise AND a promotion?) doesn’t actually “end” until August 1st. So much for all the hard work I’ve put forth for this campaign. 18+ accounts doesn’t mean a damned thing to you apparently. I am losing my enthusiasm for my job. Something has to change soon. SRSLY.
Cannot wait until vacation,
Sarah
Dear Sweet Boy,
fkl;dsrlvcxm xzc.,dkl;lacx,m a;lkedb alkcm,.xcxz. That is all.
Thank you,
Mush Brain
Dear Mama,
Thank you for your random emails as of late. They are helping me get through my days. I haven’t explained everything to you (or anyone else for that matter) but they have become very important to me.
I love you,
Julie
Dear Wine,
I want you. Among other things, but right now, I’d like you to show up at my house. Maybe a nice Chateau St. Michelle Pinot Gris or a Folie a Deux Cab Sav. You can knock nicely on the door. I’ll spoon with you!
Could relax with you,
Sarah
Shell,
You’re going to be cutting my hair on Saturday. I have two options in my head right now. This one or this one. I love the idea of having the hair up off my neck but also know that it’s taken me a freakin’ long time to get it this long. I’m torn. I hope you are prepared to listen to my insanity surrounding my hair.
Split ended,
Sarah
Dear Life,
Can you slow down for about three days. Maybe until like Sunday afternoon? Please? Also, can you be 80* and breezy on Saturday between 11am and 2pm? I plan on putting on a swimsuit for the first time all season.
Love,
Sarah
Filed under: aurgasms, lists, stream of unconsciousness | Tags: Be Ok, clean sheets, graham crackers, Ingrid Michaelson, Iran, Iranian election, laundry, Music, obsessions, organization
I’ve been obsessing over a few things lately … it’s kinda interesting to be able to recognize the obsessions without someone pointing them out to me. My how the years have changed me … strangely enough, recognizing doesn’t seem to lessen the obsession much.
- Clean sheets – I think I’ve washed my sheets a half-dozen times since I got my washer & dryer. No joke. I love having clean sheets and being able to wash them whenever I want has a) helped my allergies, b) made me want to shave my legs more often.
- Be OK – Ingrid Michaelson’s latest album – there is not a song on the album that I don’t like. I have listened to it while working out, while showering, while cleaning my house, while going to sleep … essentially all.the.freaking.time. It is an amazing CD for the point my life is at right now.
- Organizing/de-cluttering – I spent four hours this morning going through every drawer and shelf in my bedroom, hallway (I have built-ins), bathroom and living room decluttering. I took so much “junk” out to the dumpster and I will be making a Goodwill trip tomorrow with the other piles of stuff. It’s kinda crazy. I’m not a clutter bug and I’m not a packrat so I really don’t understand where all this stuff is coming from. Guess I need to go back to the “one thing in, two things out” rule I used to live by. Tomorrow I’m going to tackle my desk & paperwork that’s scattered all over it. Eventually I’ll have someone help me move the TV and go through the hope chest to clean that out, too.
- Graham crackers – this is going to sound disgusting, but I’ve calculated it out and it’s not, but I’ve eaten 2/3 of a box of Graham crackers in a week. I took a package to @saramd and @bxd when they were at the hospital but otherwise, I finished the rest of the box myself. I don’t normally like graham crackers that much, but dang.
- The Iranian election – I finally had to unfollow some people on Twitter because their Tweets were making me so upset I and I was getting anxious about the situation. My friend ChelleBelle wrote pretty much how I’m feeling about the situation on her blog so I won’t rehash it (also for fear that it’ll agitate me further).
Filed under: aurgasms | Tags: Anna Nalick, Breathe, Breathe (2am), song, video, YouTube
Anna Nalick – Breathe (2am)
2 AM and she calls me ’cause I’m still awake,
“Can you help me unravel my latest mistake?,
I don’t love him. Winter just wasn’t my season”
Yeah we walk through the doors, so accusing their eyes
Like they have any right at all to criticize,
Hypocrites. You’re all here for the very same reason
‘Cause you can’t jump the track, we’re like cars on a cable
And life’s like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button, girl.
So cradle your head in your hands
And breathe… just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe
May he turned 21 on the base at Fort Bliss
“Just a day” he said down to the flask in his fist,
“Ain’t been sober, since maybe October of last year.”
Here in town you can tell he’s been down for a while,
But, my God, it’s so beautiful when the boy smiles,
Wanna hold him. Maybe I’ll just sing about it.
Cause you can’t jump the track, we’re like cars on a cable,
And life’s like an hourglass, glued to the table.
No one can find the rewind button, boys,
So cradle your head in your hands,
And breathe… just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe
There’s a light at each end of this tunnel,
You shout ’cause you’re just as far in as you’ll ever be out
And these mistakes you’ve made, you’ll just make them again
If you only try turning around.
2 AM and I’m still awake, writing a song
If I get it all down on paper, it’s no longer inside of me,
Threatening the life it belongs to
And I feel like I’m naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
And I know that you’ll use them, however you want to
But you can’t jump the track, we’re like cars on a cable,
And life’s like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button now
Sing it if you understand.
and breathe, just breathe
woah breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe.
