Obligatory Mediocre Thanksgiving Entry
Seeing as it was my last Thanksgiving at home my parents, dogs and I stayed home and had a quiet Thanksgiving with the food the way we liked it. Last year my parents went to a friend's house for Thanksgiving where they had a potluck type of system. The person told to bring some stuffing brought cold wild rice with grapes in it. Good and healthy, but not Thanksgiving fodder. Thanksgiving is meant to be fattening. It's a day dedicated to starch and meat. It's the day you forget about the diet. (Except where pie is concerned. Pie is gross. But I probably ate enough pumpkin chocolate chip cookies to equal half a pie.)
After dinner we went to see our traditional Thanksgiving movie. We saw
The Ice Harvest this year. It was supposed to be funny. We all found it pretty depressing. There were a few chuckle moments, but overall it was a pretty depressing movie full of drinking, strip joints, unhappy families and murders. Should have seen
Chicken Little.
Leaf People
This is how boring work is today. We're getting complaints about people because their leaves aren't being picked up by the leaf truck. I call these people leaf people. That gave me a mental image of a person made of leaves in my head and here's where that led:
And then:
Have y'all heard that song? "Let my peoplllleee go!"
What's everyone doing for Thanksgiving? We're having a quiet Thanksgiving at home, going to the traditional Thanksgiving Day movie and probably playing a game of trivial pursuit. I can't wait for the mashed potatoes. I love mashed potatoes. I could live on them and them alone. I'd be unhealthy but I'd be satisfied.
Here's your "What the...?" picture of the day:
The 24-Hour Meme (?)
I still don't get the "meme" title, but I guess it's a fad thing and I'm gonna have to live with it. I stole this from
yellojkt's blog.
Karen also used this in her blog. This may become a phenomenon.
6:00 a.m. - The time that I would
like to get up in the morning because the idea of being a morning person appeals to me. I can't do it though.
7:00 a.m. - The time that I actually get up. Also the latest that I have ever stayed up before going to bed.
8:00 a.m. - This is when I arrive at work, make my hot chocolate, and act like I'm busy when really I'm being a slug for an hour.
9:00 a.m. - I'm not really useful to the world until this time. This is when I really start working.
10:00 a.m. - By 10:00 I'm back to slug mode and I have a morning Coca-Cola, but it never does anything for me.
11:00 a.m. - This will be the time of my wedding ceremony on June 1st. The reception will be in the evening around 7:00 p.m. There will be a luncheon with family members inbetween the two.
12:00 p.m. - I've been known to crawl under my desk for a quick nap during my lunch break if I'm tired. It's a rare thing, but since I fit under there quite well and no one can see me . . .
1:00 p.m. - This is the hour that I was born on November 6, 1984. 1:08 to be exact. My mother was in labor for only two hours, so she couldn't have any pain medication, but she had an easier birth than the lady down the hall who received the medicine. Or maybe she's just really tough.
2:00 p.m. - As of late this is about the time I get fed up with working and I take a break to look up stuff like wedding dresses, flowers (orange family--orange, apricot, coral), etc . . .
3:00 p.m. - At about this time I start to run out of work, so I grab the stack of bills that has piled up throughout the day and I pay them. I always leave them until the end of the day so that I don't have to walk back to finance as often throughout the day. It's both time efficient and easier on my high heeled feet.
4:00 p.m. - This is when we all start cleaning up and closing up and finishing up so we can close at 4:30 and go home.
5:00 p.m. - The time of my almost nightly workout. I work Thursday nights starting at this time until close at the gym, so I don't work out on Thursdays. I could get up early on Thursdays and work out but, like I mentioned earlier, I'm not a morning person.
6:00 p.m. - Either I'm still working out or I'm pacing around my house because I don't know what to do with myself. There's never anything going on at 6:00 p.m. Even TV is worthless at that time. And I'm never in the mood to read at 6:00.
7:00 p.m. - Gilmore Girls every Tuesday night on The WB.
8:00 p.m. - I'm usually talking to Jeremy by now.
9:00 p.m. - Check my e-mails and other messages while still talking to Jeremy. Look at me multi-task!
10:00 p.m. - This is the time that I get home from work on Thursday nights.
11:00 p.m. - Usually taking a bath or a shower at this point so that I can wake up that much later the next morning. My hair does itself over night so I only have to brush it in the morning. Unless I want it curly, then I have to spend time on it in the morning and I have to get up 15 minutes earlier at 6:45 a.m.
12:00 a.m. - Hopefully I'm asleep by now, otherwise I'm worthless at work the next day.
1:00 a.m. - Has anyone noticed how horribly unfunny the late late show hosts are? I watched Carson Daly the other night and just stared at the screen like, "Oh. My. Word. You. Suck." Even his audience wasn't laughing, so he was trying to crack jokes about the lack of laugher. That's when I would just say, "You're not laughing...okay, why don't we cancel the show?" And I'd leave before I embarassed myself further.
2:00 a.m. - My first toilet papering excursion took place at this time. I was at Angie's birthday party when I was about 11 or 12. I can't remember her last name. We didn't get caught.
3:00 a.m. - This is about the time that I would wrap up working while out at college. I had a job that I did at home (I was a "data entry specialist") whenever I had time. I just had to get 10-20 hours in a week. I shot for 20 hours a week. Had to pay the rent. I'd play during the day, work during the night, and then skip classes in the morning. After two years of college I still haven't learned to go to class (for the most part--I always go to my major classes). But I do well without going so I guess it doesn't really matter.
4:00 a.m. - First semester sophomore year in college my friends and I had a prank war with a guys' apartment down the hall. At 4:00 a.m. one morning we cinderblocked them into their apartment. It took 20 cinderblocks and two rolls of duct tape. Then we left a note for each one of them (6 guys in the apartment), some candy and a CD with a song for each guy. Then we made them breakfast after they crawled out their windows the next morning. They never topped us.
5:00 a.m. - This is the time that I wake up and wake everyone else up on Christmas morning every year.
In closing, this dress is screaming my name:
Getting Married - UPDATED
I'm getting married. More to come later.
This calls for an emoticon - :)
Update:
Sara and Jeremy. I know I've been kind of quiet about him and everything, but I've decided to stop being quiet about the whole Sara/Jeremy thing because we're engaged and it's much much much more fun to be vocal about the whole thing and who cares if I share details of my personal life as long as I'm okay with sharing the details? We're getting married June 1st.
Not the best picture, I'd been crying a tiny bit because I had to leave him again for 7 weeks. Won't see him until January. Right now I'm wearing one of his rings with Scotch tape around the base to keep it upright on my finger. We went ring shopping a couple of days ago so that he could see which styles attracted me most. Now he's going to buy it in a couple of weeks and surprise me with his pick when I get back. I can't wait to see him again.
Birthday Wishes to Me
This week/weekend is all about me. If you're in my vicinity, that is. 
-Feel free to send birthday wishes my way as I will be 21 tomorrow. Also feel free to ask for my work address should you want to send flowers or other presents on Monday. Delivery men have always been good at getting there by noon so you can rest assured the gifts will be received before I leave town. Those of you in Utah can just wait to shower me with (much deserved) presents while I'm there. (I'm not usually this conceited. This side of my personality only rears its attractive but demanding head for the first week of November every year.)
-I won't be getting the "loser" stamp at the bar tonight at midnight when I go with my friends. They will though. They're still 20.
-I read
Fahrenheit 451 again today while here at work. That's how slow the gym is on Saturdays. I can read an entire short novel by 1 p.m. Made me think yet again how fantastically (word of the day--I'm using it whenever possible) sad my life would be without books. If there were no books I wouldn't be able to read books like
Fahrenheit 451 and imagine what it would be like without books. Now I'm reading the sixth Harry Potter yet again. I'm a bit of a nerd. I'm okay with that though.
-I leave for Utah on Tuesday morning where I will spend time with friends and family and celebrate my birthday and my grandparents' 50th anniversary for an entire week. I also need to find a new apartment/condo/house while I'm out there. That means I have to pay a deposit on whatever dwelling I decide on (house is appealing at the moment, condo is also appealing--they're both the same price so we'll see which will be more convenient). I hate paying money. For anything.
-Speaking of hating to pay money, I took an hour off of work yesterday around 2 p.m. because I just couldn't stand being there anymore. I was going to buy myself something frivolous for my birthday. I got to the mall and there was nothing that I could bring myself to buy. Some really great stuff at Express, but I'm not willing to spend that much money on myself unless it is November 6th, the actual day of my birthday. So I used my "free panty" (such an embarrassing word) card that I got in the mail from Victoria's Secret and got a pair of completely un-frivolous underwear (un-frivolous because everyone needs underwear). At least I didn't come out bagless on my shopping trip. And the major birthday shopping trip to Minneapolis is tomorrow anyway. I'll find something then.
CD of the Day: Imogen Heap - Speak for YourselfNo quotes or Random Sara Facts today. I don't feel like it.
Dang it
I feel like crap. I've felt horrible all week. I have the worst ear ache (I'm sure someone has had a worse ear ache, but right now I don't care because mine hurts and that's what matters at the moment) and a sore throat and food--eww. Food is gross. I also feel like an unusually heavy insect is sitting on my nose. (I say unusually heavy insect because the pressure has not yet reached a really horrible level.) And dude, I am the size of a hippopotamus today. What is up with me? Sinus problems aren't supposed to make you fat. I'm confused.
Today is a very bad day. I feel like crap and while I look exactly the same as usual I feel 10x bigger. I just want to go home and take a nap and then go to the gym and work out in a sweatshirt to lose these 5 buckets of water that I SWEAR I acquired overnight. (Working out while feeling sick is not a good thing, I know.) I'm blue today. Not literally blue. Down in the dumps blue. I always feel blue when I'm coming down with a head cold/sinus grossness thing. That's why I'm picking myself apart and I feel like my chin gained five pounds last night (I swear I have five chins today). Just last night I was working at the gym and while doing laundry I saw myself in a mirror and thought, "Dang, I'm pretty." But today my skin is stupid looking and I've expanded.
And these pants attract every spec of dust on earth. Pretty soon I'm gonna look like that Pig Pen kid on Charlie Brown and I'll have dust clouds following me everywhere I go because there won't be room for them all to mingle on my pants, so they'll take turns hanging out on my pants or swirling in a cloud of dust around me. They're black so they show everything. Stupid cling pants.
And the ends of my hair are dry. And I think my fingers have shrunk in length and increased in width. I look like I have hobbit hands. At least they're not hairy. I need a pedicure. I need to be pampered. I need a bubble bath. And my Evian is warm because I didn't put it in the fridge and usually warm Evian water is okay. Not warm, but room temperature. I'm fine with that. But this is a day old liter of water that I opened yesterday and warm day old Evian is not my friend. I need to put it in the fridge.
I need a vacation. But I don't go on vacation until next Tuesday. And some sinus medicine, but sinus medicine is illegal in Minnesota because meth addicts use it. I have to sign my life away to the pharmacist in order to get some. I say let the meth addicts have the medicine to make meth. It's their own fault. Why save people from their own idiocy, especially when they enjoy it? As it stands now all I have is some Excedrin, some warm Evian, some apple cider and some nail polish. None of that is going to stop the gross monsters that are rampaging through my head today.
Me
I am bored and out of interesting things to say at the moment. So I'm going to make Sara lists.
I am a [perfectionist.] I am worried about sharing my writing. I am -addicted- to
Coca-Cola. I am terrified of bicycles. I am excited by new
school or office supplies. I am a ~
huge~ flirt. I am a doodler. I am a compulsive "changer" of everything from clothes to web sites.
I am
against self-inflicted and avoidable idiocy. I am disgusted by the writing and acting on
7th Heaven. I am
not tolerant of poor treatment of others or myself. I am in
*love* with anyone who can spell and use punctuation. I am a compulsive "tidy-upper." I am a horrible cook. I am not all that happy with the
[appearance of my knees.] I am incredibly happy with the
[appearance of my face.] I hate the phone unless you're named
--Josh, Jeremy, Brandon, Brian, Nicole, Kat, Jennie, Randi or Trent--. I am
terrified of airplanes. I am a fan of
Ginger Altoids. I am big into
flashy cocktail rings. I am a Phoenix Suns fan. I am scared of playing the piano for people. I am extremely picky about my [ranch] salad dressing. I am
part vegetarian.
I am tiring of my best friend's behavior, which saddens me. I am allergic to something in (milk) and I am often disappointed by (soymilk). I am a huge fan of
red lipstick.
I think I'm
chubby sometimes, but I still think I'm
gorgeous. I think I look like walking death in
light pink. [Barnes and Noble] is my favorite place to hang out. I drink
hot chocolate every morning. I want to work at the
Vatican museums. I like to lose myself in *art*. I keep a real paper journal, but it has to be
pretty otherwise I lose my interest in writing in it. I hate lotion and the way it (feels on my hands). I ~play the guitar~. I hate buzzing sounds. Hostility makes me
panic. I think
politics are --dumb--. I love to kiss in the
rain. I love to play games in the
rain. I love to
be in the rain. I wish I could wear more
hat styles. At 21 I still love playgrounds--swingsets--slides--rolling down hills.
Christmas has the best smells. I love the smell of
snow. I
hate The Daves Matthews Band. I love [sending and receiving] letters. ~For the most part~, I prefer *acoustic*.
Fresh
papaya juice makes me want to heave. I want to learn how to make
P.F. Chang's lettuce wraps. I want to see [Italy], Germany, New Zealand, Scotland, {England}, France, Sydney, Tokyo and ~go back to Brasil~. I would live on
fruit and
broccoli if I could afford it. I want to make out with Keifer Sutherland
(shhh). I want to
**pay more attention**. I want to have
smaller hips so the "perfect fit" is easier to find. I want to be [seen] as a good person. I want to [BE] a good person. I want to find a
cure for Multiple Sclerosis. I want to live in
Harry Potter's world for >just one day.< I want to raise my children to be
{amazing individuals}. I want to try out a
daring (but not scary) hair
color. I want to feel less
conspicuous in
red lipstick. I believe that people are [generally]
good. I want to be
memorable.
More to come
I'll write later or tomorrow. Right now I feel horrible and I have an earache, so I'm getting as much filing done as possible before going home at lunch time. I can't be sick for my birthday or my trip to Utah for my grandparent's 50th anniversary, so I'm going to sleep this thing off today. I'd better be better by around 7 p.m. tonight or I'm going to feel severely put out.
It's horrible that I feel I have to justify my absence from this place for a day. Now I know how Joel feels. For all the non-Achenblog regulars, this will explain:
The Tail That Wags the Blog.
CD of the Day: Cities 97.1 Sampler #15 [#17 is coming out on Nov. 8th. They usually sell out all over Minnesota in a day or so. A guy I work with lines up outside Target at around 5 a.m. to get his. (And yes, there is a line. It's not just one guy hanging outside of Target in the middle of the night. Though that would be funny.) Then he burns it for us. The Cities 97 Sampler CDs are generally live acoustic performances that artists have done for Cities 97 in their Studio C.]
Quote of the Day: "To conquer fear is the beginning of wisdom." - Bertrand Russell
Random Sara Fact: When I was younger I was friends with all the boys because girls sucked. So I played a lot of sports. Football, home run derby, street hockey (I was the best street hockey goalie this side of State Street), basketball, soccer, all that stuff. One time I was the receiver while playing football. I went for it, I caught it, I was running toward the end zone. No one was in my way. I was gonna score a touchdown. Then I fumbled, I dropped the ball, I tripped over it. I didn't fall though. I just stumbled and stood in place while I assessed the agonizing pain in my ankle. Justin and Cameron (my two best friends back then) were dumbfounded--not at the fact that I was in pain, but at the fact that I had fumbled the football right before the endzone and that I was just standing there. I officially sucked in their eyes for a few minutes. Turns out I broke my growth plate in my ankle. What a pathetic sports injury story. [Other broken bones: My wrist while ice skating, my elbow when I fell backwards off a bench (also pathetic), the tailbone on the trampoline, my collarbone on the trampoline, and my foot in an embarrassing accident I will never divulge.]
