The cake must die!

Finally! All of the cookies, candy, and cakes are out of my house! You know cookies are like kryptonite to this gal, don’t cha? Especially home made cookies. I can resist cake, normally, but since I have been eating at least one cookie every day (it seems) for the past week I was afraid that the sugar cravings would hit and I would eat that cake with the enthusiasm of one of those starving children in Africa your parents always told you about.

Therefore, the cake is now in my trash out back.

Don’t worry, the cake did not go to it’s trash graveyard untouched. My parents brought it over when they came to visit and trashing their offering without sampling it would be rude (oh, and I really wanted to try a piece).



So I, along with a few of my family members, had a piece of cake to go along with our evening coffee.


The next day, I saw it staring at me from it’s counter top home. I grabbed that sucker and took it to the trash before the cravings had a chance to take hold.

And no, I am not like what’s-her-name from Sex in the City that ate her cake from the trash because she could not resist the urge to satisfy her craving for a sugar fix. Once it’s in the trash, it’s trash.

You may now return to your regularly scheduled programming.

A Christmas Story

After viewing the lights on 37th street, Dale thought it would be a good idea to stop in the Draught House for a night cap. We busted out the camera and began taking pictures. Dale used a setting that had a low flash and the pictures came out overexposed.


Yummy wine!


I have a dartboard emerging from my hat.


Cheers!

“people let me tell you ‘bout my best friend She's a warm hearted person who'll love me till the end.”

When it was my turn, I decided to use the setting that used a higher flash to eliminate the overexposure mess.










The flash was quite bright. Dale even said so but I went on merrily taking more photos. My camera is so cool! I am addicted! Plus, Larry was hamming it up for the camera and that is gold.

Out of nowhere, this drunk woman loudly says “Somebody tell her to stop. I am going blind!”

To which I replied, “Why don’t you tell me yourself? I can hear you!”

She shot back with some bullshit and I hit that ball right back to her. After a few rounds of verbal exchanges, I flipped her the bird and may or may not have called her a “stupid bitch.”

I made a big show of putting the lens cap back on my camera and stared at her for a few seconds more for good measure. When I was satisfied that she was done and that she was not going to get up, I looked at the other occupants of my table. Dale, Rachel, and Larry looked a bit shell shocked so I apologized to them. Dale said “I told you that flash was bright.” And he did but so what! It’s Christmas and that camera is my new toy! If I want to take a few pictures of my friends then so be it. Stupid lady!

Still, I am 31 years old and such behavior is not becoming for a woman my age. I know this. The red wine I was drinking was unaware of this rule, however, and so it was: The fight before Christmas.

Walking down 37th street

Rachel, Larry, Dale and I went to see the lights on 37th street. If you have never seen them, I suggest you do so. Here is a sampling of the “trippy light art” that you may see:

There are some political references-






One of my favorites:


Some strange animal and bug configurations:

I thought it was a fly. Somebody else guessed Lobster and I also heard somebody guessing that it was a frog. Who knows?


This calls for a close up:



Yes, that is a drunken deer driving that pickup with a penguin riding shot gun.







And the usual “junk” converted into awesome, creative, sparkling displays of the holiday spirit:







One of my favorites – “Whiskey River”



And another favorite- “Sock monkey nativity”


Hope you are having a great Christmas. I know Colin and Laurie are as they have recently been engaged to one another. Cheers to my good friends!

I am practicing

I have discovered Picasa 3 photo editing and boy is it fun. Today’s lesson: adding text to your photos.

Yesterday, I was at Walgreens and I saw the cutest Santa outfit. The outfit was for a dog so I had to buy it for Mr. Cooper. All they had were small and xs so I crossed my fingers and bought the small hoping it would fit over his barrel chest.

Well, lucky for Cooper, it did not fit. I ended up having to just hold it up to him to get a picture. Even though he did not actually have to wear it, he was still not pleased.











When he was little, he did not seem to mind wearing t-shirts and what not. Now, if I put a super cute Christmas sweater or a faux fur lined doggie coat on him he just sits there and refuses to move. I guess he is trying to tell me something.

Day one of my Christmas break is going well. I went shopping at Costco and in the words of my friend Jeff “the place was packed.” (yes, I know a lot of people say those words but there is a story behind Jeff saying it. He will know what I am talking about but you won’t ). The lines were outrageously long and everybody was….well, they were buying in bulk. First, I went to the self check out line because those lines were relatively small. I waited for a few minutes before I saw the sign informing me that cash was not accepted at self check out. I could feel the annoyance building as I began to search for a new line to stand and wait in. Well, things turned around for your girl Sarah as this nice couple in front of me allowed me to skip in front of them since I only had one item. When I left the store, I turned their good deed around by offering to take this dude’s shopping cart to the little cart space for him. I was going by it anyway and I could tell he just wanted to get the hell out of the Costco lot. Plus, there was a car waiting for his spot and a line of cars waiting behind that car. He was very happy about that and allowed me to do my good deed.

My next stop was at the thrift store where the cashier mistakenly gave me $5.00 extra in change. I gave it back to her because I am an awesome person. When I told her she gave me too much she said “are you sure?” and then re-counted it again and got it wrong, again. I re-counted it for her and she said “OH! You are right! I am so sorry!” I hope that lady does not make money mistakes very often.

Any-hoo, the moral of the story is that the nice couple at Costco bestowed their kindness upon me which put me in a good mood and made me do nice things for other people. What is that called? Paying it forward? Thank you, Haley Joel Osment.

I kick it root down, I put my root down

J3 sent me a nice little shirt in the mail. Actually, it was a bit big so I cut it up….Sarah style. I knew I wanted a photo shoot displaying the shirt for two reasons:
1. I got a new camera for Christmas and we wanted to play with it (Nikon D60).
2. I had to give my boy props for designing a cool shirt. The logo featured on the shirt is but one of his many designs. Have you visited his blog yet? www.therootdown.blogspot.com

First, we have to select some music for the shoot.

“Never let you down with the stereo sound”


“Bob marley was a prophet for the freedom fight
-if dancin' prays to the lord then I shall feel alright-
I'm feeling good to play a little music
Tears running down my face 'cause I love to do it”

I think the hula hoop is in order for a proper shoot, don’t you?



“And no one can stop this flow from flowing on
A flow master in disaster with a sound that's gone”




That is a jump shot.

While we are jumping….


How about over exposure?


I have no arms


“We're talking root down, I put my boot down
And if you want to battle me, you're putting loot down
I said root down, it's time to scoot down”

Thanks for the shirt, J3. You’re a charm.

---Lyrics provided by the Beastie Boys