babbleblogger

2007-01-07T17:36:00.000-08:00

oh no...it's....the CO-WORKER!

2007-01-07T14:44:00.000-08:00

I am writing you all today to discuss a very important issue. Consider this a public service announcement that should be pondered with utmost care. It's the dreaded CO-WORKER!!! God, that sent chills up my spin just writing it out......

Why am I writing about this issue? Well, cause I feel like it & I can.....

Now maybe some of you lucky SOB's can honestly say that you don't understand what I am talking about. You're co-worker's are great & you live in a giant bubble...blah, blah, blah (no really that's what we hear). Well, those of us that can say everyday is like being in the movie Office Space, we just have one thing to say to you...... go bleepin' bleep yourself... Oh yeah & give me a pin so I can pop their damn bubble.

Oh there are so many ways I could go with this. I could talk about having a huge crush on the guy who doesn't even know you're alive.... I wouldn't know about that (looking for the lightning bolt that strikes down liers), or even falling completely madly in lust with the most inappropriate guy possible. Who hasn't been there (well, maybe emotionally stable people haven't).

Or, I could talk about the fact that 4% of the population is anti-social so that equates to 4 people out of every 100; which means..... look around, your working with some crazies that might consider cutting you if they thought they wouldn't go to jail. At my cube-sized Disney world that would mean there are about 12 of them (maybe even more...I think we added people). Of course me being who I am..... I have summed up a few. Which wasn't to hard really considering two of them came from my old place of employment. Only one of them do I think is my very own personal stalker....

Instead, I think I will talk about the co-worker that has an opinion on everything (and none of them positive) and pretty much hates everything. Have any of you heard of Randy Weaver? God, where do you live? Under a rock? That being said, I truly believe that she could & would happily take up where he left off. Now really, give her a gun and a mountain top in Idaho somewhere & life is good.Let's just say one thing about people with this type of caustic personality.......run....run like hell. Of course, since I am smarter than the average person, i do the smartest thing possible....I poke the hibernating bear. Ok, maybe I am just nice and talk to her. Sounds pretty harmless, right? Yeah Right! No matter what we start off talking about it always turns to something else that she has some whacked out opinion about. Once I think we were talking about the weather, and the next thing I know she is telling me that medicine is evil & that it kills more people than it saves. Don't dare point out logical things.....oh like i don't know.... Polio vaccines..... She knows everything & you are wrong period & if you try to give some backing she just bullies you into backing down. It is quite incredible, really. Usually, I am just like whatever crazy bitch & sit down, but occasionally she really does get to me & I want to throw a stapler at her head. This one time (at band camp), she said that no one should date a person with a mental illness (the one in particular being depression). This always goes over great with someone who battles with depression, thanks to the great genes that were passes along. Seriously she went on & on about it. She came short of saying that people with this "stuff" should be put in a little crazy colony & not allow to love or breed.... period. Very sensitive stuff you know. Even after I said to her, so I guess what you are saying is I should spend the rest of my life alone & don't deserve to find love. At first she said no, but then continued one with I just don't understand why anyone would willing pick someone like that. I just did the only thing I could do short of getting fired & imprisoned for choking her.... I sat down & put my headphones on.

Now, I could continue to regal you with horror stories about that particular co-worker, but then I wouldn't be able to talk about another.This one really doesn't pertain to me, but I thought I would share the story of one of my work friends.

She sits next to one of the snottiest little witches at work. She is very spoiled & unfortunately we all know about it. She sits far enough away from me that I really shouldn't be able to hear her, but her laugh & voice carry & they are seriously like nails down a chalk board. I would say I was over-reacting if I was the only one to mention it. So, anyway. My work friend emails me occasionally with the title crunch, crunch, crunch.... Apparently, said dreaded co-worker sits and chews ice all day. And not quietly either. From what I gather it sounds something like....the sound you hear in your own ears when eating potato chips. Loud! So loud that you apologize cause you think you are eating loudly. Only this girl doesn't care & my friend finds it so distracting that she literally has to put in her headphones to be able to work. I've told my friend though, all you have to do is listen to the way she talks & you know she doesn't care b/c it truly is all about her & she is the princess of the land. Pretty pretentious for someone I am pretty sure used to be trailer trash (no offense to anyone living in trailer, unless you act like the above mentioned).

So what does all of this have to do with anything? Well, nothing really; but I bet you at least smiled once....so mission accomplished. Hey, this is my blog & what I do here is vent.... If you don't like it don't let the webpage bite you on the butt on your way out. ;-P

There is a lesson of the day though... If you have never worked in an office before and are about too....watch Office Space. It will prepare you for your arrival, and don't write it off....it's really in this scary sort of way....right on the mark. Oh, and the other lessons would include... stay away from the crazies, throwing the stapler will only make you feel better for a moment (then they pull you into a meeting, pack up your desk, escort you out & ship all your stuff to you), and stop with the guys who don't notice you or the ones that are completely inappropriate.

Oh and I would love it if people shared their experiences with me.... Especially if I work with you. :-)

All that being said and down..........I will sign off by saying..... watch out for the co-workers....you never know what they will blog about you & keep an eye open for that 4%.

Now my work here is done.

I am Sarah.....here me babble...Also, i really don't care if you find spelling errors in this blog....get a life....

miss me?

2006-12-24T16:07:00.000-08:00

So my pre-new year resolution is to blog more. I can't really provide a good reason for why i have been absent. Bad internet connection, depression, new addiction to watching Six Feet Under on DVD, etc etc. I could give you a million of them. All I know is that I really enjoyed doing it & shouldn't have stopped. Of course I have to find my muse again. If anyone has any suggestions or anything that they want to bitch about but are having difficult getting in touch w/ their inner ranter then let me know & I will see if I can put my twisted little spin on it.

I believe tonight will be a short one though. Its Christmas Eve and my head is killing me. Been killing me all day. My brother's kids were here and it was really nice being w/ the kids, especially cuddling w/ the CC, but all the noise was just killing me. Now I am just chillin' (aka hiding) in one of the bedrooms.

So its our first Christmas w/out Dad. I know we all miss him & feel the emptiness of him not being here, but it seems that everyone is trying to stay as light as possible. On the plus side, my brother hasn't tried to choke me yet. Of course the holiday isn't over yet.

Well, I think a rest called for at this point. I would type more but my head hurts to bad to really think of anything good to complain about. I will try harder the next time & I promise not be away so long this time.

Hope everyone has a Merry Christmas full of warmth & cheer. Oh, and hopefully Santa will leave me that hot guy, BMW & world peace under my tree tomorrow morning..... and what ever you guys want too. While you are enjoying your celebrations don't forget to take a moment to give thought to those that are not as fortunate this year & say a little wish for them for better things in the new year.

Oops I did it again

2006-08-24T20:21:00.000-07:00

Ok, ladies and gentlemen I will apologize first off for my absence. Although my MIA status has probably cost me my whole two readers. So anyway I am going to jump right into it tonight & tell you all out my detour off the throwing in the towel tour.

So here was my goal. No boys (I could say men but we all know they are nothing buy little boys...do they even make men anymore?) for a while. I wasn't sure how long, but I figured I would know if it had been long enough either that or when cobwebs start to grow "there". Now, when I say no boys I am talking about no dating, casual sex (or not casual) no kissing, no considering of the whole boy issue what-so-ever. Basically I was doing a full out, all around boycott. Of course my nephew believes I gave up boys to become a lesbian & that I should just come out the closet. Just like a man to think you can't give up the opposite sex without picking up with the other.

So anyway, things were going ok there. It took me a while to get used to it a first, but I was coming around. I was even starting to become happier with my decision & enjoying myself more knowing that when I went out I didn't have to worry about meeting boys. Why cause I didn't want them. This is what I have been told will attract the real deal & cause me to find "it" when I least expect it. Still trying to decipher the whole what "it" is thing though.

Ok, here I am going along in my blissfully boy free world. Mind my own business out walking the puppy one day. Mind you I was not real concerned cause I hadn't met any hotties in my apt complex to date & my dog is not exactly a guy magnet. I think its the whole in their throat that freaks them out......Sorry, back on course here. The Ponchster & I are out strolling & I come across this guy out on his patio stretching......with no shirt on. Lets just say it was a nice view. Well, I check him & he checks me. He smiles & says hi & I say hello back & promptly run inside. Smooth I know. Of course, Ponchie gets walked a second time that night with no success. The next night we (being me & Poncho) figure another walk is in order. We come across said boys patio & he comes out to sit & eat his dinner. Low and behold what happens......Poncho decides he is going to pick up a guy. He stopped & just stood & stared at this guy. No sound, just staring. I finally find the courage to speak & say that the puppy is interested in him & thus he takes his cue to come & start talking to me. We hit it off great. 45 minutes later he is asking for my digits. I was floored cause he's kinda cute with a rockin' body. Later that night I get a phone call from this boy asking me out for drinks. We go out drink, talk, laugh. Leave, go back to his place, drink some more, talk & laugh some more, snuggle & kiss. The whole night even when I left he told me how much he liked me & wanted to see me again & that he really liked being with me that night. You know all the stuff that makes us stupid. I totally left on cloud 9.5......that's right extra half worthy.

Couple days pass no see, hear. Stop by to say hi with the puppy & got the same old really like me crap. Although, I had this feeling he just might not be that into me. But he was really tired, so you know.......of course I made excuses. Well, couple more nights go by & Poncho and I are out walking again. I didn't see his car so I thought it was safe to walk in that area & yes I wanted to be a mini-stalker. Whatever people, like you never have. Well, he is home alright. Lights a blazing w/ patio door curtain wide open and kanoodling on the couch with another woman. Now, I know that I don't have rights on him; but I am a believer that if you are interested in one person you don't see what else you can bring home. Or at least not be dumb enough to let the world see. Ok, now we reach the point where I do what every slightly unstable & really pissed off woman does. I go up & start yelling at him. Special things that made great use of many 4 letter words & phrases such like asshole, scumbag, loser. You know, the routine stuff. I also told her that if he is saying how great she is & how he really is into her that she shouldn't believe it cause I was just sitting in that same spot less than a week before listening to the same cheap dime store hooker crap. I do believe I even referred to her as sweetheart.....not usually a compliment coming from another women. The thing that rubbed me the most about it is that she had to be at least 40 if not a day (he is 24). She is considerably unattractive, obviously gotten to much sun, bleach blonde (80's) hair & and so much make-up that I could see it through the window. However, if I looked like her I would get out the putty knife too, which she did. She also had a decidedly skankness to her. Just wasn't right. Well, after to days of steaming & bitching (a lot of which took place on my patio, which was within earshot of his place & as many of you know....my voice carries) I discovered what miss geriatric USA had that I didn't............ A MERCEDES! That's right boys & girls. The one who through me off my course was a manwhore. A MANWHORE I say!

I thought I was going to vomit. Let me tell you there is nothing that will get you off a boy quicker than to find out that he is willing to do "that" (that meaning her cause I don't know what else to call her) for money. ICK! ICK! ICK! ICK! and more ICK!

You may ask why I am telling you this story? There are many reasons my little grasshoppers. Somewhat just to share, but mostly just to bitch & vent. Then there is to say that nothing good with the last name Miller ever came out of Detroit. And the # 1 reason I wrote this:

To say to all the women in the Des Moines area (this includes the surrounding/especially WDSM where he lives) that if you are out & about and approached by a dark haired guy with a prominent nose who works at ADP, hailed from the not so great city of Detroit, tells you he is a former computer loser (read her went to Michigan for computer engineering) and most importantly goes by the name of Jason (reread previous paragraph if you missed the last name). Then ladies I have one thing to say. Don't bother unless you drive an expensive German machine (or other pricey car) and are willing to chance that you might get something you won't want. Better yet......... Just run like HELL!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, that's my story & now I am really off of boys for good. Nothing like a good dose of slimeball to put a girl off. Now its time for some pie. Over and out, my peeps.

I am Sarah............here me babble.... on & on & on. :-)

P.S..... Salman, Its all your fault this happened. I already told you why so you better not need to ask!

throwing in the towel........

2006-07-23T19:26:00.000-07:00

Hey all.....

Long time no babble. Sorry for my being MIA. Blame it on the depression & lack of desire to even get out bed most days let alone have coherent thought processes.

Anyway........today's blog is about love well the lack there of....
Its official I have given up on love. I have been dating since I was 15 and it took me that whole time to finally give up on finding that all elusive love. Now many have told me not to & I have tried to remain positive, but it just seems that it is not meant for me. Maybe someday, but I am starting to have severe reservations about it. Everyone keeps telling me that it will happen when I least expect it, but really.....do they really buy their own crap or are they just hoping I will. Ever notice it's people that have found that just slipped into a bubble bath bliss with someone else that tell you this stuff. They are always willing to tell you all about it.

Now, I don't think that I have given up easily here or that I am saying this without trying. I have 15 years worth of dating experience. I have been engaged 3 times (including the one that resulted in my marriage), married once, divorced once & proposed to a total of 5 times. I have found my soulmate. He proposed & then promptly moved to California.....if you are wondering...I am still in Iowa. Isn't that just special. On the bright side I have been advised that the place that he moved to has a major gang issue. So major that one of the infamous gangs of LA (bloods or something) were run out of LA & they were nice enough to relocate to this splendid town in CA. The bright side being that if that had worked out then I might actually be there right now. Gangs & I don't mesh well......so my win even if it was a lose.

On top of those relationships I have used 4 online dating services & some service that charged me a whole lot to set me up with people that I would never even consider & then stopped providing services only to try to keep getting money from me with the promise that they would start back up. You know its a dating service disaster when you have to get a lawyer involved.

Well, needless to say I don't think I am asking for too much. It's not like I even expect this from my love life. Although, it would be nice I don't think that I am letting it sabotage my dating life. I can see there point though. I have often thought after watching a great romance how great it would be & how I wished men were like that. And, yes, I do like flowers and romance.......but what I really want is someone who loves me, respects me for who I am & does not want to change me. Most importantly I want someone who likes my dog. He really is cute. Of course that's another problem of its own. They either like me & not the dog (or not man enough to compete with him). Or they absolutely love the dog & I am just so so....

They say fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me. So, why is it that we spend years repeatedly get shamed & its expected. I am supposed to keep playing this cruel game until what....... I find Mr. Right. Well, that seems to be going just splendidly..... So maybe I will just stop looking for Mr. Right & be happy with Mr. Right now.....

Finding love in a man may just possibly be overrated. I have the love of some wonderful friends & family. I also have unwavering love from the most adorable puppy in the whole wide puppy world. It's time to start being thankful for the things I have instead or being depressed & worried about the 1 thing I don't. Plus, if I ever decide I want children then I guess I can take the frozen papa route. Its worked for other women why not me. I know this much though. If I do get back on the boat then I am trying the dog park next. After reading this I have a better idea what to look for in a dog's human.

blog addict

2006-07-12T15:45:00.000-07:00

Not going to write much today, mostly because I don't have anything to say. I am usually drained by the end of the day. That's why I typically blog on weekends. I seem to have become addicted to reading other people's blogs though. It's kind of sad how much time that I have spent searching blogs. I haven't found many that I have enjoyed enough that I wanted to save them to my favorites, but there have been a couple. There is one particular blog that I love to read & the reason for this post. I just had to share this site so you all can visit it. It is written by a college kid in Baghdad. I was so amazed by his writing. It was hard to believe he was so young. I guess it goes to show us how those in countries like that are mature beyond their years. I encourage everyone to stop by his blog.

Eject: Iraqi Konfused Kollege Kid

Well, that's all for now........live long & prosper........

I am Sarah, hear me babble...............

Hey! If you don't want those.......

2006-07-09T09:52:00.000-07:00

Well, it's that time of the week again where I bestow upon you mere mortals my great & vast knowledge.......... yeah right. In other words it's time to bitch.

Summer is in full swing & again I get to play frogger with those riding motorcycles like the true men they think they are. The rev of their engines, the zigging & zagging amongst their fellow motorists....... Oh the join.......Not! For them it may be great fun, but for me not so much. Every spring through fall I get in my car & pray that today I don't take out someone on a motorcycle. It just scares the crap out of me. I think a lot of it goes back to when I was 15 & a friend of mine feel off the back of a bike & ended up w/ a severe head injury. They really weren't even going that fast (they were driving around a parking lot for pete's sake) & she was never the same after that. It really messed with her noodle (literally).

I think that is what scares me about the motorcyclist the most. Not wearing a helmet. Believe it or not I am more nervous about driving by someone on a motorcycle that is not wearing a helmet than someone that is wearing one. Why is this you may ask.......well, I will tell you Watson. It simply adds up to the mush under your skull. Now, I have not been on a cycle since I was 15 (see any correlation there), but I will say this if I were ever to get on one it would be with a helmet. A person has over a 50% chance of surviving an accident if they are wearing a helmet & the chances of experiencing some type of head injury in an accident increases by 600% for those they don't. Think about it........ You are on a vehicle with no structural protection, playing Evil Knievel with SUV's & nothing to protect your most important body part if you should say oh, I don't know........BECOME A PROJECTILE!

Listen, I come from an extensive family & personal medical background & I have seen & heard the gore of an accident. Trust me it's not pretty. All it takes is a little common sense in this situation. Ask this question........ If I were to get in an accident. What type of injury am I least likely to survive. I hope you said brain. If prompt medical attention is received then in many cases you have a fighting chance of having your injuries repaired. However, you do damage to that little brainstem of yours, then you might as well kiss your ass goodbye. Oh, wait no time cause you are already dead. Of course you might get lucky & only damage another part of your brain & never be the same person you were before, that's of course if you aren't a vegetable.....

All that being said is to bring me to this. I have been know to say this to people I know & perfect strangers that I have seen on motorcycles without helmets.... "Well, I hope you are an organ donor because if you don't want your organs I am sure there is someone out there who would love to have them." Considering there are a lot of young healthy men out there that ride without helmets, it's like an organ buffet. Not that long ago I had a young man tell me that he wore his helmet "sometimes". I thought how nice it is to know which times you go out on your bike you won't smear your squash all over the roadway......Just make sure it's not one of those times when you are near my car cause I've heard that brains are harder to remove from a car grill than bugs....... I wonder if before going out if he flips a coin. Heads......I wear a helmet today & tails I go without. Ok, so this guy is 24 & in pretty good shape so I bet his organs are prime real estate. If I needed an organ I would happily accept one of his.

Don't get me wrong. I am not an anti-fun person & I really am not anti-motorcycles either. I understand the draw, I used to love riding on bikes. I just think that if you have something precious (your life) you should protect it. If you don't want to protect it & if you don't feel it is that important enough then please give the gift of life to someone who would find it important.

In this year alone there were over 8,000 new people added to the organ donor registry, but only a little over 2,500 donors. You do the math......there are not enough organs to go around. And as sad as it is I know that there have been more than 2,500 people with donorable (doubt that's a real word, but you get it) organs die this year. This message goes beyond those on motorcycles too. This goes to everyone. Give the best gift you will ever be able to give.........the gift of life. Talk with your loved ones so they know your wishes, sign your card, put it on your driver's license and if your state has a donor registry then sign-up. In the end your dead, so really aren't going to miss them. I may sound extreme & morbid, just its just the facts of life folks.

Iowa Organ Donor Registry Recycle Yourself. Become an eye, organ & tissue donor!

A few facts about men......

2006-07-02T14:57:00.000-07:00

Ok, in the excitement of having internet today I have been burning a trail on the worldwide web. I've done some banking, checked email, read my horoscope & played pop-it on Pogo like it was going out of style. I took a break to do some cleaning type stuff & was thinking about how long I will have internet for. Can you blame me for saving money where I can.......it's not like they pay me the big bucks where I work........no matter what the commercials say........It doesn't pay! In my thought rambling I was wondering what to do next online........I suppose I could window shop. Then I decided that I would blog again just in case its another almost two weeks before I am on again. I do have readers to think of you know & wanted to make sure they were satisfied. I even knew what I wanted to blog about. I wanted to share an article printed in this months Marie Claire. Basically they did their own little survey & printed the results about things that guys don't tell us. I am not going into all of them here...........Hey! I had to pay almost $4 for the magazine so if you want the whole article then buy the damn magazine yourself. As you can tell this blog is for the girls.........but if your a man and want to read it I won't stop you. I even welcome the men out there to post responses or comments to the below stats..........

61% if men wouldn't have sex with a woman they're not attracted to. Even if she initiated it. Really? This surprises me, cause I thought me would have sex with anything/anyone if it meant not getting caught..........

The most overrated things that guys supposedly love?
1. Anal Sex (44%).......of course that still leaves 56% who like it....
2. Girl-on-girl (31%).........even more discouraged than the numbers on the anal sex......seriously what is wrong with men.
3. Threesomes (27%).......i give it!
4. Brazillian bikini waxes (29%).........Ok, that gives me 71% to work with........cause I've heard it hurts like hell!

How long do guys want to stay after a ses romp? Well, apparently 60% prefer to spend the night............um, it would be nice if someone asked us how long we wanted them to stay.

The top three lines men use after a date when they know they won't call again:
1. "See you around."
2. "I had a great time."
3. "I'll call you."

Know lets see here......confusing, confusing & even more friggin' confusing. It's hard to understand why they think we get the wrong idea. Maybe we should switch it up & use their own lines on them..........bitter sweet revenge to confuse them as much as they do us.......that's saying they have a brain to confuse..........

5% of men have secretly recorded a sex session...........ummmmmm, thats just GREAT! Of course Paris found this out the hard way didn't she.

Only 2% of guys want you to pay on the first date. Does that mean I can stop making a half hearted attempt to pay for my own meal? Of course, I would prefer to it I want to get the hell out & run for my life............or end the date before I kill him.

And lastly....

35% of men dye their hair, 31% steal their girlfriends' beauty products, 23% wax/pluck their eyebrows (hey, don't know this one.......I personally appreciate less unibrow walking around this planet), 16% laser or wax something on their bodies (WHAT????????), 13% bleach their teeth (as they should), Of course though 45% of these men keep their beauty routines a secret. This being said girls..........If your man can tell you more about about eye creams & how to apply it then you've got more problems than what beauty products are missing, but just to be safe you better go & locate your eyelash curler..........That would be just wrong.

Well, Ladies & Gents! I hope Marie Claire & I have enlightened & entertained you. I know I really enjoyed the article...........obviously, cause I felt the need to share it. Live long & prosper............ (what the hell is up with me & my Star Trek quotes lately.....)

I am Sarah.............here me babble..............

2006-07-02T12:20:00.000-07:00

I am back, but it is probably temporary. This whole getting internet “elsewhere” is becoming a pain in the butt. Only probably is that it’s really cheap. Who knows how long I have this time so I am preparing my blogs to post at a moments notice……its called forethought boys & girls. Don’t get to excited (or worried depending on who you are) I try not to have much thought let alone forethought, so it won’t happen much. I probably will only be able to post weekly at this rate. I am thinking that I might have to make the dreaded call & get my very own big girl internet connection.

So one with the show……….

I promised a review and rant, which was going to be more in depth but I changed my mind about my level of ranting. More particular reason is that I am lazy. I do highly recommend the movie though. It was one of the most amazing movies that I have seen. Wanna know the details, then click, Water. I am not Ebert & Roper you know………the thought of that just gave me the icky shivers……..please you’ve seen them so it’s no mystery why. Plus, most of the time their take on movies’ suck. Talk about out of touch & lacking of taste in most occasions. Water has left the Fleur, but will hopefully come out on video soon & when it does I just have to say RENT it & watch all of it. If nothing else you will learn about something that is little known about in this country. Maybe it’s because we are Eurocentric pigs & care mostly about our own little world. Oh how easy it is to stick our heads up our butts & not see the third worlds around us. I am no better……..I am scum too. You know I am fairly well educated & have one of those bleeding heart liberal degrees. This means that I have taken more “arts & humanities” type of classes as oppose to financial crap. Including a cultural psychology course & a class on the issues women around the world (especially in 3rd world countries) face. In all that do you think that I knew about this travesty…………NO! I never heard about this & I am appalled that there is not more out there. I also would like to address the fact that it is always women that get the shit end of the stick with the male ego dominated world. The Hindu reason for marrying off 8 year old girls and then sending them to live out their lives in widow houses w/ no chance of reprieve all because their much older husbands kick it………economic, please! Of course lets not take into account how most of these women tend the fields earn money with their skills such as sewing. Could it be because we bleed…….which oh my god…….might be taboo. In almost every culture the men seem to think they have this entitlement to be the ones with all the power & the ones that are not expendable. Well, chicos……..without US there would be no YOU! That’s right you heard me. So I wonder what it is that makes women less……..Maybe its not that we are less but that fearful men relegate us to this position because we can do something they can’t………..bring forth life. We must be controlled because if we are not we might enjoy sex & take control of our reproduction. The widow houses really have nothing to do with economic reasons………it is the same reason why female circumcision is practiced. The need to control our uterus……….. So, this is food for thought & ever more reason to go see the movie. So you open your eyes to the tragedies of the world that face women, but are swept under the rug. Ladies, if you don’t think it matters then think about people trying to erode away your own rights……….i.e. Row v/s Wade.

Alright, I guess my mind was changed about the ranting……….. You know how it goes with me. I start & don’t usually shut up………What’s that K.A. I am doing better with my not talking? Thanks for the positive feedback……..NOT!

Ok, I think my mind has melted………..YIKES!

Well, I will touch on another movie real quick. An Inconvenient Truth. Ok, so I really wasn’t crazy about going to see it b/c I thought it would be droolsville. First let me say……that Al Gore can be real funny like. The only downfall was that there were a couple of shots that scared the crap out of me. His makeup made him look…..well…….how do I say this…….like he should have been in a coffin. Which is kind of ironic considering when he was VP there were always jokes about him being a stiff. The movie itself scared me for other reasons as well. Sometimes the truth & reality really freak a person out. I am not going to say much about it b/c I want everyone to go see it for themselves. I recommend the Fleur. Support them as much as you can cause it’s a great place to go and watch movies. Gotta love a place that serves wine. Plus…..nothing against kids & all………but there aren’t any running around! Hallelujah! Something else to also consider when out filling up your tank. If you go to the gas station & notice that the regular gas is cheaper than super; ask yourself………why? I could tell you, but I think you should on that one on your own. Let’s just say it’s good for those that make money in oil & bad for the farmers. Support the effort for less fossil fuel & spend the extra 10 cents.

With that I will bid you all ado………. Have a great weekend & celebrate the upcoming 4th safely. Thanks for reading, like you had a choice…….resistance is futile you know.

Later, Peeps!

I am Sarah, here me babble……………..

It's Nothing Personal

2006-06-21T16:28:00.000-07:00

So, I was thinking today about this whole blogging thing and posting personal information about myself out there for everyone's eyes. Now, I know what you are probably thinking. Why was she thinking about this crap instead of important stuff like world peace or even work?.......haha.........you all know me better than that. Not that I don't want world peace or anything. I wasn't really worried about talking about myself, but talking about those in my life. I thought maybe they wouldn't like it that I including them in this, but I don't feel that I can truly blog about me if not to talk about those around me. Then I realized that I really wasn't doing anything I don't already do everyday, which is share. Now I am just doing it on a large scale basis. I promise to all of you that no last names will ever be used, I will keep your secrets & if needed names will be changed to protect the innocent. This blog will probably get Salman the most. He already thinks it is a joke that so many people that he has never met know so much about him & our relationship. It's not my fault that he doesn't share now is it. I bet he just loved getting the e-mail with my new blog address. Well, I thought I would take this opportunity to say........"No worries, honey, I promise not to write anything on here that I wouldn't tell one of my friends." I am guessing he won't find that very comforting. So with my first real posting out of the way I will sign off.........over & out!

I am Sarah, hear me babble.

P.S. Log on later this week if you want to hear my review of the movie Water, which will also include a rant about the treatment of women.

first time

2006-06-20T17:17:00.000-07:00

Ladies & gentlemen............

It is official I have joined the growing ranks of people who share their personal lives online. I am still trying to get the feel for this whole thing and will post more as I figure this out. It might take a bit considering I come from the DOS age. YIKES! Did I just date myself here. Ok, I will tell you all know. I have hit the ever feared age of 30. Its ok, I am coming to terms with it........finally. Ok, off to explore this new frontier.............