Stuff

Well lookie here, it’s young Sarah and her sister Stephanie.
I was probably about 16 in this pic and she was probably 24. Maybe we were both a bit younger. I don’t remember. I stumbled across this pic while I was looking for other pictures.

We are wearing her then husband’s air force attire. At that time, she was a mother of 2 ( I think).

My mom was 19 when she had her first of five. Yowza!

My little sister, who is 25, just informed me that she is pregnant with her second child. SHE IS PREGNANT WITH HER SECOND BEFORE THE SECOND ANNIVERSARY OF HER MARRIAGE. Some people work faster than others. Kids, I will be in my 30’s if and when I have my chillens.

MORE RANDOM THINGS
I skipped yoga today. Instead, I came home and took a nap. I have been so tired lately.
I got dressed, walked across campus to the gym, turned around, and walked back to my car.

I have three tubs of hot and sour soup from PF changes in my fridge.

I tried the herb grilled chicken at KFC. Pretty ok.

I am out of my favorite bubble bath.

I wanted to buy this UT shirt today, but it was $25.00. It was really cute, but DAMN! I ain’t paying no $25.00! That is a sorority girl price tag.

I am craving a diet coke, and I don’t have any.

Bye.

on my 'fridge

Dale and I are so excited about the upcoming ski extravaganza we are going to take part in this month. Jeff, the man in the photo, is credited with putting the trip together. I found these old pictures of him in a box of thank you cards. What were they doing there?
Dale says that the pics were taken during one of yall’s past ski trips.

Here is the other one:


I put both of the pics up on my fridge to remind us of the upcoming fun.

After the ski trip, we have SXSW!
I had to stand in this line for an hour and a half to get two wristbands.


I got two wrist bands. We need to get a few more but have to wait until they are released. Those efers are expensive!
It’s worth it, though.

That is all for now.
Go see The Matador, it is funny.

ONE MONTH!

Today marks one full month of me being a non-smoker.

I have not had a drag, puff, or a toke of one single cigarette.

I feel good.

I fear that I will get really drunk and smoke some time in the future.
I think it has to happen.
Closure, who knows?

I do know that I am not going to pick up the habit again. If I slip up, I slip up and get back on the horse. Hopefully, if I slip up, smoking will make me feel really bad thus sealing my non-smoking status.

Hey, look at these pictures from back in January:









We were drunk dancing. Those were taken about 2 minutes before Lee passed the “f” out.
Good times.

Sunday

I got a MUCH needed pedicure today. I liked the color on my toe nails so much that I decided to get it on my fingernails as well. It’s called “big apple red”. I chose it because it reminds me of the much loved, approaching spring season and I need that reminder seeing that it was witch tit cold today. Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

I figured that dale and I could afford a manicure/pedicure seeing that we are saving money from me not smoking. That shit is expensive!

I wish granola was not so fat filled. It is so tasty. I want to open my mouth and pour vanilla flavored granola into it until it is completely full.

I am watching some “fat camp” show on MTV. Poor fat kids. It is hard enough being a teenager without being fat. One of the girls on the show is really pretty. You know she gets the ol’ “you have such a pretty face” comment which translates into, “hey fatty, you are pretty but it does not matter because you are fat”.
People may not mean it that way, but that is what we hear. Yes, I got that shit when I was heavier as did my friend Dina.

But

I

Digress.

I hope everyone has a good week. Well, not everyone. I hope your week sucks, Colin.

I take it back. I hope you have a good week.

The smell great!

Look at my pretty Valentine flowers





Dale went to whole foods and picked up a few of my favorite things which included:
1. these flowers (I love lilies)
2. macadamia nuts
3. dried cherries
4. a bunch of lavender
5. lavender foaming bath
6. wine

He laid the gifts out on the table to surprise me when I came out of the bedroom. He is a keeper.

Here is a picture I took yesterday when I was walking to the gym.

It was 80 something degrees outside. The students at UT were sprawled out all over campus, soaking in the sun. When I was an undergrad, this was one of my favorite sunning spots. Now, I am hardly see the outside world when I am on campus. Usually, you can find me in the basement of the communications building. No windows, no light, no fresh air, no fun.

Jeez, I am tired. That is what happens when you accidentally wake up at get ready at 3:50 in the morning thinking it is 5:00. I am all screwed up now.

My head hurts.

The new wig

I swear, I bought it for a future Halloween costume.

I have always said that I want my hair to turn white when I grow old. I don’t want grey hair. I want hair white as snow.


When I saw this wig on ebay, I had to buy it.


Now my dreams of white hair are somewhat fulfilled.
Wigs are so much fun.

The cool thing about this wig is that it has black undertones.





WEeeeeeeeeeeeee


Smooch!

I feel like an assassin

“Shhh, stop crying. This will be a quick death.”

oh NO he did-en!

About a week ago, I noticed that a new breed of annoyance had invaded the drag. (for those of you who do not know, the drag is the part of Guadalupe street that runs parallel to campus.)
This breed joined the ranks of the dragrats that ask for my money, the alcoholic old bums that ask for my money, the psychotic homeless that ask for my money, and the granola chompin’ activists that ask for my money. I am referring to the savvy “magazine subscription seller guy”. These people are the worst. I have had run-ins with a few of these bastards at the mall. They are ruthless, bothering you with some song and dance about a contest they are in to sell the most subscriptions which will allow them to go to college, or Hawaii, or the moon. Oh, and they usually are recovering from cancer or drugs…..right.
I saw a whole group of these bastards on the drag, harassing everyone that crossed their paths. I was able to avoid them for a few days but fate eventually caught up with me. I was walking back from 7-11 when I saw the magazine guy lock his eyes on me. He moved with a purpose as he approached me with his spiel. He said, “Can I ask you a question?” I shook my head “no” and continued to walk past him. That’s when it happened. The jerk loudly declared, “You are pretty cute for a DOUCHE BAG.” My internal thoughts played out like this: “who the hell does this mofo think he is? I can’t believe he just said that. Who is he to be able to harass me for my money. I get harassed every damn day on this street, but NEVER have I been called a douche bag. This has got to stop. Something has to happen. He can not get away with this”.
I continued on my path for about five steps as the anger quickly rose to the level that would shoot the mercury right out of a thermometer. I halted, turned on my heel to face the asshole, and yelled with great force “FUCK YOU!”.
I did not intend to say that…
It just came out. I was surprised that it did, honestly.
It was one of those moments where you think, “did I really just say that?”
I had intended to just give him a dirty look.
He replied with a slew of insults and curse words. I could not tell you what any of them were, because I was so wrapped up in the fact that I had yelled the obscenity on a public street. Other people were looking at me, a few of them smiling. A few of them seemed nervous for me. After all, the asshole was still insulting me.
I started to get a little paranoid, thinking that the asshole might come after me.
He didn’t.
I am glad I cursed him.
The end.

Where have you been?

This is Jeff.
My buddy.
He Blogs.
http://therootdown.blogspot.com/
Well, he did blog. His last blog posting was on Jan 15th.
In this post, he promised several exciting blog postings to come.
I was happy, as I enjoy reading his stuff.
He has a way with words.
We used to call him Shakespeare.
If you are reading this, dear Jeff, please blog.
Also, tell my Husband that I love him. You will see him before I do.

And while I am at it…

Amanda, it’s been a long time
http://amandaisastar.blogspot.com/

I’m just sayin’.

Well, I really should mention these two crazy kids.


Ya’ll both have a blog. I want to read something new.
http://www.sarahhannaman.blogspot.com/

Remind me to tell you about the guy I cussed at on the drag the other day.
It’s a dandy story.
Nothing like yelling “F*@K YOU!” at a stranger.

HI

I have not had time or energy to post anything lately, but I found this comic and it made me smile. Why do my sentences not make sense? Oh, I know why, it’s because
I took a sleepy pill and am about 5 minutes away from dreamy time.
I just wanted to say hello to all you bastards.
I miss everybody.
Grad school still sucks.

Love, Auntie Sarah

Hail Mary

I heard the weirdest thing on the radio this evening as I was driving home from campus. I was scanning the channels on the AM band for a talk show. Somewher in the 800’s, I picked up the weirdness.

I heard a man saying the first part of the Hail Mary prayer-
“Hail Mary,
Full of Grace,
The Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women,
and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.”

And then, a woman took over to finish the rest-
“Holy Mary,
Mother of God,
pray for us sinners now,
and at the hour of death.
Amen.”
This tag team prayer was repeated over and over and over again. I listened for like 3 minutes to see what would happen next, but eventually had to turn it because I got creeped out.
That’s all I got.
Miss ya’ll.