Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Everybody Get Random


Tuesday again. My favorite day to be random. Coincidence? Oh I choose to believe hell no. Once again I will be writing all the random nothingness that has happened over the past week . I skipped last week cause I was kind of in a "I don't want to write another blog post in my life" funk. Which I snapped out of after I got some sugar in my system (damn diet).

Speaking of diets (man I am queen of a smooth transition no?) I was at the gym this morning and working out on the elliptical machine watching what else on my iPod but How I Met Your Mother (yes I'm still obsessed, I have 3 seasons to catch up on, and on yet another side note I think Neil Pattrick Harris aka Barney, is the voice of Aladin King of Thieves. Crazy huh?) when this woman/super model/bitch I wish would die gets on the machine next to me. I am assuming just to kill time till she gets to go make some other gym goer feel self conscious and fat because she has about a negative 3 on the body fat scale and is built like a god or goddess I should say. She is gorgeous I mean in that way in the movies when the girl walks in the room and everything goes to slow motion? Yeah that way. Then to make matters even more humiliating as I am sweating and huffing and puffing through resistance level 4 she pulls out these weights about 10 pounds each and starts swinging them back and forth as she climbs her skinny ass up the stair climber. Is it wrong that I wanted her to drop one of those weights on her foot? Is it wrong that I wanted to grab the weights from her and drop it on her foot myself? I would have too, but shit have you tried to be on an elliptical machine only using one hand? Yeah not pretty. She finishes her 30 minutes gets off the machine and sighs as she dabs the non existent sweat off of her face, meanwhile I am thinking they made the "towel off your machine after you are done" rule especially for me. And off she goes to get on the treadmill as men and women alike fall over themselves to make room for her. There should be a separate room at the gym for the people that have already achieved perfection. Damn I sound bitter. I should work on that, eh maybe tomorrow.

So this last week I have been feeling kind of like a cross between having a heart attack with chest pain and an elephant walking across me with back pain. Now me not being one to worry (oh my god I can barely write that sentence without laughing) was slowly freaking out that I am having a heart attack and also simultaneously freaking out that I am going to get sucked into the cult that is the chiropractic buisness. Since my usual ignore it till it goes away or kills you routine wasn't working I decided to go with all four kids (I'm a smart one see) to my local PromtCare office since it was Saturday. I realized I had never really heard of people surviving 5 day heart attacks and what the hell would I do if I was dead and my kids had to be raised by the sperm donor? We didn't have to wait long and surprisingly my kids were decent acting. Partly because I had an endless supply of Valentines Day candy in my purse I was bribing them with and partly because there was a man in there with an oxygen tank that was fairly amusing to my boys who thought (out loud naturally) that he looked like a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle (we just got the movie on Friday night, plus he actually did kind of resemble the red one). I get in there thinking surely they are going to send me to the ER since I say I am having chest pain and back pain. Nope didn't even blink an eye, either they were all too concerned about Valentine 's Day plans later that day or they just didn't care if I keeled over in their parking lot. The doctor finally came in and Hello Mr Doctor, It's me Sarah Just wanted to drop you a quick note and let you know that even though you are a doctor and I'll even give you a hot doctor, please please speak up when you are asking me questions. For the love of medicine. I can not hear you when my 6 year old, despite my death glares, thinks it's hilarious to repeat every single one of your questions to me. I didn't think you would have looked highly upon me if I stood up and beat her right there in the office now would you? Maybe it was funny to you to make me keep having to repeat "Excuse me" Or maybe your mother just taught you how to use your inside voice. But next time lets take it up just a notch? That would be great. Anyway after careful examination you said my right lung sounded a little "fuzzy" and that you would give me some antibiotics and you also thought that I may have a kidney stone from the back pain. Since I have had two excruciating (worse than child birth) kidney stones I really didn't want to tell you I thought your were full of shit right there, mainly cause my 6 year old would probably have repeated it, but I went along with your peeing in the cup and humored you when you thought there was blood in my urine (sorry for the visual) and nodded my head when you told me they would send it to the lab and get back with me. Then of course did the I told you so dance on Sunday when your office called me back to tell me it wasn't a kidney stone. ( I know I am That mature). So I am not dying and I thank you for easing my anxiety and also its so super cool that the antibiotics you prescribed are also used to treat malaria. I like a doctor that covers all the bases. You're loving patient, Sarah

You know what show I miss? Cheers. When I was in high school my best friend dated this guy who wasn't in high school and he lived with a bunch of his friends right behind our high school in this cool (and in cool I mean shitty and scary and gross,but there was no adults so cool) apartment that we would skip school and hang out at all the time. There was this guy that hung out there that later became my best friend's ex husband and he was a big time stoner guy. Some would say "big time stoner guy" is a mild understatement but for the sake of the story let's just say he was always stoned. Whenever he would walk into the apartment we would all yell his name. (like on Cheers, see I did have a point to this )He would laugh uncontrollably and then go pour a bowl of cereal and all was well with the world. I miss those days and that show..oh and Night Court, now that show kicked ass .

Who else out there is comin with me to call bullshit on Joaquin Phoenix's hip
hop career? Seriously come on? What's with the crazies that come along with growing facial hair? Do I need to remind you of Mel Gibson ? Beard=Crazy. Well except for Letterman he just looked hot. (Sorry it is what it is)

Since I am on the famous people section of this post, does anyone else think its a tad unfair for Micheal Phelps's to get his endorsement deals taken away just for smoking some pot? I mean how many women did he beat up? Rape? Impregnate? And how come NASCAR racers don't ever get caught doing stupid stuff? I mean beside eatingpossum and marrying their cousins? I kid I kid. Shake and Bake baby.



So I am now going to show you the most awesomest Valentine's Day gift I have ever received and I am pretty sure it trumps all your lame flowers and candy gifts too so prepare your self for its awesomeness. It is called the My-vu Crystal. What it is is these Space Trek Starship (sorry I don't follow sci-fi) looking glasses that you connect to your iPod and you can watch your favorite videos, TV shows, movies on what appears to be a 50 inch screen in the sky!! It is soo freakin cool. So now instead of straining to see a movie on my tiny iPod nano screen (which was also an awesome gift from the boyfriend for my birthday) I can now lay back in bed and watch it on a 50 inch virtual screen. Sooooo cool. Yeah he got an extra thank you that night if you know what I'm saying. Come on now high five! (sorry channeling Barney from HIMYM again. Damn media influence.). Yeah he is the best gift giver ever. So now I have to figure out a way I can wear these to the gym without someone calling the mother ship to take me away.

He also gave me a card. Not much you may think but I love me a good card and he has told me when I asked him where my Christmas card was that he was "not a card giver" So imagine my surprise when I not only got a card for the big V-Day but also a cute little poem he wrote in there for me. Yeah he's the best (have I said that yet) Oh god I am almost vomiting at the gushy romantic shit this section has been overwhelmed with so I am moving on...

So as much as I love all of my followers and by love I do mean love. I was
slightly confused at my last follower who appears to be affiliated with some sort of church. I am assuming they are following me because I quoted a Bible verse on my last post about love, not because of my post on anal sex and my love of porn and bondage. Oh did I just write that?Oops. I know get the basket ready for me to go to hell in. I heard heaven is too hard to keep clean and shiny all the time anyway.

OK Ladies I know you are gonna be jealous of where I get to go tomorrow. Ready for it? The Chicago auto show!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Woot! Boo Yaaa! Yay me and my awesome
trip tomorrow!! (Did you buy it? Was that enthusiasm genuine enough?) I am in love with a car guy. The dealership his Dad owns gave tickets to what I think is something like the second biggest car show on the planet ( I think Mercury has the biggest. All those space car prototypes are popular there) and my boyfriend scored two free tickets! And guess who he choose to take with him??? ME!!! Score!!! YES! I am the luckiest woman to walk the face of the stratosphere!!(Too much?) I am sure he will see lots of half naked women on cars, (Do they still do that at car shows?) and I am really hoping they serve beer there, alot of beer.


I used to love vanilla ice cream with raisins when I was a kid. Now um not so much. But I do love broccoli. What the hell happened?

One final note for all my Central Illinois readers just a warning....Avantis is Satan.If Satan was warm and gooey and covered with butter. It calls you in with its warm bread and butter that I can never find in the store that tastes the same, the friendly guy at the carry out, the Italian music, the crowded lines of high college students. You're in there innocently enough for a garden salad, no bread please . The salad that seems harmless enough till they accidentally give you an extra loaf of bread. And extra loaf on top of the half a loaf that it normally comes with it and I said I didn't want, the loaf that they refuse to take back after I point out I didn't order a full loaf of bread. Cause who is crazy enough to not want more of its carbolicios goodness? The bread I find myself eating, alone, in a dark living room, smearing on butter and drinking wine and watching The Food Network while apologizing to my thighs. Stupid, stupid, warm wonderfuly smelling stupid bread. ( I am stomping my feet, cursing my lack of willpower).

Well that's all I am sure that was plenty and my brain needs a rest or a Red Bull I can't decide. Random Tuesday Thoughts is brought to you by Keely over at The Un Mom. Go check her out and read up on all of the other random facts of life that are thrown up on all over the Internet today! Happy Tuesday!!!







Thursday, February 12, 2009

All You Need


Love ...These four little souls walking around in my life are like little pieces of my heart spit out to form a ball of tangled arms and legs and sweaty heads not fully comprehending the extent to which they make my life what it is. Love was something I never fully understood till I became a mom and all the fairy tale lust and desire and romantic love that I thought could sustain me was nothing like the bulldozer of emotions that were piled on top of my heart the day I found out I was going to be a mom. This kind of love is scary and lovely and frustrating and rewarding. It is the thought that they need me unlike any other person on this planet needs me, not just to feed them and clothe them but to give them love. There is nothing I want more In this world than to see them grow up, to be happy to be healthy, to love and be loved because there is absolutely nothing like it.





Love


Is

Patient.



Love


Is



Kind.


Love



Does Not



Envy.



Love

Does Not





Boast.


Love

Is Not




Proud.

Love



Is Not



Rude.



Love




Is Not



Self-Seeking.



Love is Not Easily Angered.








Love Keeps No Record of Wrongs.





Love Does Not Delight In Evil.


Love Rejoices with the Truth.




Love Always Protects.





Love Always Trusts.





Love Always Hopes.




Love Always Perseveres.




Love Never Fails. . .



Three Things Will Remain:



Faith





Hope



and Love.
The Greatest Of These is Love.



This spin on all things love is brought to you by the Spin Cycle over at Sprite's Keeper . Check her out for more spins on love this Valentine's Day Week!! Happy Thursday!

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Wordless

Words that so easily come to my mouth aren't making their way to my fingers for some reason. I am blaming my birthday. I am 32 and no longer able to write a decent page of words. I even entertained the thought of posting some erotica I wrote back in college when I had a brief fling with my music teacher. Yeah I know my teacher, the married man of the kid I was babysitting, my therapist, I'm not proud. I am sure it all has to do with deep down wanting to only be with men who are unavailable. Maybe? Who the hell knows. I decided against posting it, it even though I am pretty sure the blogging world takes a small hiatus on the weekends, but I didn't want to freak anyone out or give any family members a heart attack if they were to ever stumble across this. Why couldn't I have dated a Philosophy teacher? I bet he would have inspired me to write really insightful things. Things I could have posted 12 years later when I had nothing to talk about on my blog. I should have planned better. Dammit.



So I'm here. I am cleaning and watching How I Met Your Mother, and am really glad I looked at the directions on the box of my "homemade" lasagna cause it takes two hours to cook instead of one. Hope everyone is having a great weekend!!!

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Tuesday Random Tuesday





I like that title better it reminds me of Sunday Bloody Sunday except happier and less bloody. But still with Bono and his sunglasses and the desert with a Joshua Tree in it. Damn my obsession with 80s music. I have been listening to The Clash like there is no tomorrow. Which just for the record if there was no tomorrow I would not be listening to The Clash. Maybe some New Order or some Violent Femmes.

It is that time again where every seven days I find all the random leftover stuff sitting around collecting dust in my brain and my notebooks, and voice mails, and emails, and instant messages, and matchbook covers, and cocktail napkins and write them all down to make way for all the really cool posts I will someday (mark my word) be able to think about writing since I have all that free space now.

This week has been somewhat of a let down as far as suckiness or awesomeness goes, it has kind of been mediocre. Nothing great happened but nothing terrible happened either, which makes for an okay week just not all that exciting writing. But I am me and I can ramble with the best of them so I am sure this post will be twice as long about three times the nothingness. So never fear. If nothing else I will just fill this post with pretty pictures to divert you from thinking that I really have nothing interesting to say this week...nothing...at all.



I am seriously considering canceling the water park vacation me and Eric have planned this Summer with all the kids and instead just save about a thousand bucks and take the kids to Wash O Rama. What is Wash O Rama you ask? Well I will tell you. It is only the coolest car wash ever, that your kids will either love (like mine) and squeal in delight every time the mention of a dirty car and the possibility of needing it to be washed comes up, or they will be petrified of the big brushes and creepy sunglassed man who scrubs down the mirrors and tires before you enter (like me). I got the same reaction today when I told the kids that we were going to the car wash that I did when I told them we were going on vacation to a ginormous indoor water park land of fun. Jumping up and down, smiling excitement. So I am thinking that instead of taking them to Disney World next year, I am just gonna take them to the mall and swing by the Disney Store. What do you think?


I am unloading my groceries last week when the phone company truck pulls up in front of my house. Now I immediately start to think of excuses to tell the man why he can't shut my phone off ( I mean the blogging should be reason enough, am I right?) But he isn't there to shut my phone off, he is there apparently to help me take my groceries out of my van and put them in my house? What the fuck phone man? I mean I appreciate your kindness but hello? Didn't they teach you anything in "How not to creep the single moms out" class? Try not coming in their house with their groceries when all they have to defend themselves with is a box of Coco Puffs. So I thank him and he tells me that he and his partner will be working on the phone lines later and I may want to shut my curtains if I am going to be in that back room.(my bedroom) Or not, he adds and he gave me one of those point and wink deals that made me vomit in my mouth a tad. Great I think, as I remember the last time they were back there unannounced as I came walking into my bedroom from taking a shower sans clothes and I look up to see the phone man on a ladder staring at me giving me the thumbs up.

My backyard is wooded so I don't have any neighbors back there so why the hell would I feel the need to cover my windows while I am changing or whatever. So now I have to look out for crazy homeless guy wandering around my kid's playhouse looking for a place to sleep and now pervy phone man looking in my windows. I am beginning to wonder about the actual need for repairmen in my backyard or if they just want a free show? Or maybe I need to buy a robe?



I am now an official gym member. I have the little scan card on my key chain to prove it too. I even went to a class last night. Now I have to say that I have now learned what true humiliation feels like and its not pretty. I am not really coordinated, which by not really coordinated I mean I have trouble doing anything that involves two things at once. For example kicking and moving my arms up and down which is what we had to do in my BODY ATTACK ( I capitalized the letters because whenever the instructor would say BODY ATTACK she would scream it at the top of her lungs, nice huh?) class. So me being the good student that I am go up front so I can see the instructor since I am new and I don't know any of the moves yet. Which really there is alot of jumping. Is that necessary? Seriously? Jumping? So anyway as I am trying to do my thing arm, kick, jump, arm kick, jump, now me move to the right or uh is it left, the instructor asks me if I will go further in the back since I am fucking up all the good people that were actually born with at least one bone of rhythm in their bodies. . Yeah I guess she did actually say it nicer than that , but I still called her a bitch under my breath and took my place in the back of the gym with my proverbial tail between my legs.

So if anyone wants to go to the gym with me, please come. I have a serious issue with doing anything by myself or going anywhere where I don't know anyone. So this is a big step for me.I have realized the gym is kind of like high school and it kind of just makes me want to stand in a corner and smoke a cigarette.



So you wanna know my new found obsession? How I Met Your Mother. I have heard some bloggers and real life people talking about this show and I had watched it a little bit back in the beginning but kind of phased it out of my DVR schedule, until this weekend when the angels sang and that show was brought to me. How could I have not recognized its brilliance before? Even though all I see when I look at Marshall is his penis (from Forgetting Sarah Marshall). The show is hilarious and real I so had a friend like Barney when I was in high school, annoying but fun, an asshole, but really a sweet person underneath, and I secretly wanted to date him even though he was gay. Kind of like the real life Barney. Very cool show.



My birthday is tomorrow I will be turning 32. So if you don't hear or read from me in awhile it will because I have fallen into a great deep depression about turning another year older. And no I don't care that I actually made it till 32, or that I am lucky that I have accomplished all that I have in these 32 years, or that I should appreciate and cherish every year, or my favorite, well the alternative isn't that great, or aging is better than the alternative (death) Shut up with that bullshit. I really don't want to get older.Maybe I should be watching more Oprah? So if any of you are out and about and want to make the trip over to the exciting town of Kewanne on Wednesday night , which is where I get to spend my birthday and wanna stop by for a beer let me know!

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