nice tie

UT

UT

I have been on the wait list for grad school for 51 days. They were supposed to let me know yesterday if I have been accepted or not. All day yesterday, I checked my e-mail and got absolutely nothing!! Bastards!!!

Today, I received the news. Now, I know that I was going to make everyone go to dinner so that I could formally announce if I got in or not………but I really don’t feel like doing that anymore.

Can you blame me? Would you want to stand up in front of your friends and admit that you are a failure and that you did not get into UT??

Neither would I. I guess it’s a good thing that I don’t have to do that because I got in bitches!!!! I’ll say it again……..I am in!! I start in the Fall.

From the office of admissions: “You have demonstrated the high level of excellence that we seek in our graduate students, and we would very much like to have you join our team this Fall.”

Operation "nest be gone"

It's looking at you

This menacing insect first made an appearance on our patio a few weeks ago. It built a lil’ nest for its young-uns to develop in. I could not have this happening. Nobody wants to share their patio with a family of wasps. We waited for the Wasp to fly away on one of its daily errands for operation “nest be gone” to commence. Dale used our acoustic guitar with a capo attached to the top to jab at the nest for its removal. Operation “nest be gone” was a success………or so we thought. The next day, the determined wasp began constructing a new nest in the very same spot. It never seemed to leave it this time. Dale and I discussed it, and we knew what had to happen. The wasp and nest must both be eradicated. Brave Dale, my hero, chose a broom as his death instrument of choice. He practiced his death blow a few times, jabbing it at a wasp free corner so that he knew his aim would be “dead on”. I, like the coward I am, took cover in the safety of our apartment watching the death sentence take place from the window. Dale delivered one might jab making contact with both the wasp and its nest. The Nest stuck to the broom, and the injured wasp fell to the patio floor. Wasting no time, Dale slammed the broom once more upon the mama wasp. He then swept it from our patio to the ground below. We were both a little saddened by what had to happen, but knew that it was the only way to be wasp free.

The executioner

Ploke

Group shot #2

I am glad we took two group shots, but MAYBE we should have taken three. Some people look better in the first one, and some look better in the second. Do you like how I have that orb on my boob in the second picture? I think it is Ploke. Who is Ploke you say? Ploke is my friend Clint’s imaginary friend. He is the thing you see when you shut your eyes really tight after looking at the light.
I never had an imaginary friend. I did, however, bury Barbie dolls in the field next to my house and later dig them up so that I could pretend that I found an ancient civilization of miniature people while on an archeological dig.
Don't forget to check Pic #1.........scroll down damn you!

group shot #1

Wedge Sandals are all the rage this season!

size 8 1/2

I bought these cute wedge sandals the other day at, you guessed it, a thrift store. They look like they have hardly been worn! Unfortunately, I am 5’9” w/o the shoes and at least 6’0” when I have them on. You short gals get all the cute shoes!!! It’s Not FAIR! If you are 5’3” and you wear these you don’t look freakishly tall you just look leggy. I, on the other hand, am afraid someone may shoot me if I wear these out because they will mistake me for Sasquatch! I don’t know why I even bought them…maybe because they were only $8.00, or because the reasonable part of my brain shuts down when I am shopping. I don’t know why, but it was a mistake. So here is the deal. These shoes are a size 81/2. If any of you ladies would like them, let me know. If not, I know my friend Dina would love them. You guys get the option to own these babies first though because you read my blog.
P.S. at least I can reach items on the top shelf at the grocery store.

my lawd!

eww

Ok, I was looking online for a picture of a blood shot eye to go along with a story I was going to tell about how I woke up at 2:00am this morning and could not get back to sleep until 5:00am (then I woke up again at 8:00am) and I found this. Gross huh? It’s not really what I was looking for, but I thought you all would like to see it.

keys please

keys

Yesterday, I drove to school and found a nice parking spot at a meter. This means that I was able to park for two dollars instead of the $7.00 that the lots charge. I got out of the car, grabbed my books, finished my large diet dr. pepper, pushed down the door lock, and fed the meter 8 quarters. Then it hit me…..I left my stupid keys in the ignition (thankfully, the car was not on). I had class in 30 minutes, but did not want to leave my car on the street for over an hour with the keys in plain site. I just don’t trust those nasty drag rats. Not willing to pay $30.00 for a locksmith to open my door, my only resort was to call Dale and have him bring me the extra key. Long story short, I could not get a hold of him for a while so I had to wait in the hot sun with a full bladder for my hero to arrive and save the day. I missed class. I suck. Why does this always happen to me? More importantly, since this always happens to me why have I not smartened up and got myself an extra key to carry with me? Oh well. I just thought I would share this with you.

Wasting Time

Playing dress up is fun...and sad at the same time.

What I should be doing right now:
My Statistics homework that is due tomorrow. It should only take me 20-30 minutes.
What I decided to do instead:
Dress up like an international spy hot on the trail of the missing hope diamond stolen by a French group of thieves.

A note from Colin

grrrrrrrr

Mo Fo Colin Says “LAURIE AND AMANDA, WHY HAVE YOU NOT POSTED IN SO LONG? I AM GETTING TIRED OF READING SARAH’S BORING ASS BLOG!!!” POST SOMETHING NOW BIATCHES!”

Viva la Sarah!

garden of Sarah

This, ladies and gents, is my birthday goblet. Let it be known that I will drink (wine preferably) from this cup on each and every birthday starting next year and hence forth. If the cup breaketh, I will create a new one to replace thine cup. When I pass, my ashes shall be placed in this cup. They will then be mixed with wine and all of my friends shall take a sip. Ok, scratch that last part. Who do I think I am..."Sarah the Christ"?
In other news, one of the kids at Texas School for the Deaf thought that I was both Deaf and hearing. He said that I must be hearing because I can talk, and that I am certainly deaf because I can sign. He was 7 years old, and had not yet realized what bieng able to hear meant . To him the only difference between himself and hearing people is that he can sign and they can not. Eventually, he will discover the audiological difference. My deaf sign language teacher told me that her hearing son, when he was a young lass, thought that she was hearing because she could speak. To him, deafness meant that you could not speak….not that you could not hear. STRANGE.

B-day part deux

Is Rachel Behnke gonna have to choke a bitch? (you know, like from the Chappel show?)

Hello all. For the second part of my b-day celebration, a bunch of us went to 6th street. We started out at Buffalo Billiards and stayed there until about 1:30. The “Deaf Professionals Association” was having a gathering there so I got to use my sign skills……how fun!!!! We all had way too many drinks at that bar (with the exception of Dale who was our beloved designated driver) and then decided to go to Shakespeare’s for the remaining 30 minutes. On the way home, I had to pee so bad it almost hurt. I had such a good time and I want to thank everyone who celebrated with me. It was one of the best b-day outings EVER!