travelin'

I am very excited, because..I'm goin to Miami (Beinvenidos a Miami!) in late February (just when a few days in a bikini on the beach will surely save me from DC cold weather depression).
And....I'm goin to Las Vegas on March 9th.
And....well, thats it.

todays horoscope

TAURUS (April 20-May 20). You immerse yourself in the business of making a goal come to life. An illusion of yours is cracked in the process, if not shattered. That's the cost of experience.

geez, im a little scared now. that's some heavy stuff.

cafe

I am currently drinking the best cup of coffee i've ever had outside of a coffee shop or ernie's office (he of the espresso machine). I treated myself to a senseo pod 2-cup coffee maker, and it is love-er-ly. I even bought some Milanos to have with my first cup, but the coffee is so good, i dont need one.
I also got an air purifier today, something i've needed, almost literally (oxymoron?) forever.
I figure the 40 bucks for the coffee maker and 40 for the purifier are well spent, because know I don't need starbucks and maybe I wont have an asthma attack, either.
HAPPY FRIDAY!

i hate it when this happens

belle and sebastian & the new pornographers at the 930 club sold out dammit dammit dammit! If any of you internet denizens have tix that you want to share, please do tell.
update: and dammit more they are playing in Louisville at the Brown Theater on 3/9 and its NOT SOLD OUT but I cant go to Lou just for a show....or can i? and I could stay at the Brown...and bring friends...and show them around Lou.....hmmmm, ponder ponder.
update #2): yeah, so theyre playing in LA later in March...so, go see the show, visit LA friends, weekend in Mammoth...sounds like a better plan. Lou is old news =)

mi casa

rachel and I had some time to kill yesterday on the way to watch football at sabrina's, so we took a little journey over to see my new house. Its so freaking cute I want to pinch its little cheeks, although noone's been doin any gardening for at least a few years. Its a mini-version of a house I lived in, on two seperate occasions, for a few years in my early/mid twenties. I love it, and I haven't even seen the inside yet. Its got a carport and a big ole climbing tree in the front yard and a good sized back yard. it is way back deep in a neighborhood, but still close to such luxuries as Borders and various restaurants. Not too bad of a commute, maybe...that one will be trial and error for a bit. there are endless possibilties. Now, I just have to be good and do a little packing every weekend, so as not to go insane and all when I try to move right around midterm time. Oh, yeah, and I'm taking four classes instead of my usual 2, because I'm crazy, apparently.

make me a man who...

such lists are ill-advised, I know, but still..fun.

sara's perfect man requirements (in no particular order):

1) well-read
2) loves power ballads as much as he loves modest mouse
3) an appreciation of truly great food
4) sense of humor that meshes well with mine
5) tall
6) dark hair
7) green or blue eyes
8) inquisitive
9) able to party like a rock star when warrented
10) also able to have a quiet night at home when warrented
11) great kisser
12) makes me think about sex all the time
13) caring and kind

ill work on this some more...

sickypants

my doctor just very nonchalantly told me I have a virus that is lasting, oh, a few weeks. wtf? and that I should take 800 milligrams of ibuprofen a day - is that a lot? no, guess not, my nyquil has 500 milligrams of acetimenophen in a "Serving" if you will. of course, doctor made this diagnosis without even setting eyes on me, which means to me that maybe I need a new doctor, cause my self-diagnosis is strep. but then, I don't have one of those MD degree thingies. But she really called me, asked me 4 questions, and then said, treat the symptoms, itll be over in a few weeks. Hellllllo I've already missed 2 days of work a few weeks at this intensity is not acceptable.

See also the post "Saturday Night Fever" for the root cause of my virus.

Its not a state, not a city, its a freakin district, ok?

my long stated assertion that DC is not cool is being challenged. perhaps it is I that is not cool. Perhaps I am, after all, the suburbanite that I so deride. I mean, I did grow up in a place called Burke Centre (yes, with Centre spelled like that, which is such shit). How did I grow into such a cityphile?
anyway, DCist, which can be found here, is starting to open my eyes a bit. The district is cool, people. Northern VA is decidely NOT. however, both areas continue to win awards for relative level of pretention.

rant

seriously, what is the point of even having a web-based application to track all interview and hiring activity if the information pulled from said app is not accurate. really, how hard is it to have the app pull from the date entered on the little pop up calendar for any particular action, NOT THE DATE THAT THE INFORMATION WAS ACTUALLY ENTERED? it pulls everything based on date entered. So, when people who need to know need reports, guess what I get to do? go through every little transaction to pull the actual date for the transaction. this is 1) a waste of my time, 2) a waste of company money, 3) not fun at all, and 4) freaking ridiculous.
but little analysis freak that I am, I CANNOT LET IT BE INNACURRATE. perhaps this is my own fault, this failure. perhaps people DONT REALLY CARE. but I support economists and statisticians, they like to know about the numbers behind the powerpoint. I can't just make that shit up. SIGH.

saturday night fever

fun things about being single:
1) you can make out with all your friends and noone is gonna give you shit about it.

bad things about being single:
1) see above

lesson learned: alcohol is BAD, ya'll.

its chaotic yo.

sweet, dude, I'm totally myspace friends with k-fed. too bad that song of his makes my ears bleed.

better than hangovers by far

better than absolutely everything else about January 1st is.... Dave Barry's annual Year in Review in the Washington Post Magazine.

c-a-r-d-s!

any true sports fan knows the pain of being, seemingly, a big fat jinx to their chosen team. cards fans, i'm sorry, but it was my cheering, my hand wringing, my cringing, my fist pumping, that caused, undoubtedly, both bryan brohm's previous injury and hunter cantwell's beating to a pulp today. i've never wanted va tech to lose more, and i've never wanted louisville (football that is) to win more. except maybe that miami game, where they also lost in a heartbreaking fashion. i promise i won't watch anymore. go cards! i can't promise not to watch college bball though, sorry, can't. but ill try to root for UK. probably to no avail. boo hoo.

i get overly excited, kinda like a puppy.

new strokes album drops on the 3rd! just ask how excited I am. I'm so excited.
I was going to pre-order via internet, but honestly, I think this one deserves an ole midnight on the 2nd at Tower. yay!

wow

strange twist of fate..my dad just called, appears they have decided to rent me one of their houses (not condo nor apartment, house) in Fairfax City for ridiculously reasonable rent. so, yeah. i have to buy a lawnmower. and a lot more furniture. Its 3 BR, unfinished basement, deck, yard, carport, the whole shebang. built in the 40s or 50s so its cute too. sweet.

I know its not MY old kentucky home but i still want it to be

I like to state things in this forum occasionally with no real background info. Like this...
If, whenever it may be that I meet someone boyfriend worthy who also finds me girlfriend worthy, and, such a relationship ensues, and I still want to move to Louisville as bad as I do today when I stumble across the most perfect house for rent ever in the Highlands (okay, stumble may be a strong word, I look at the Craigslist listings for Louisville, San Francisco, Boston, and a couple of other random cities with fair frequency), if I still want to move back there when I have the clarity of time and of other, you knows, I am doing it! because I'm really tired of describing my perfect house and neighborhood and knowing exactly where it is but also that I don't live there anymore, its entirely unreasonable for me to just up and move, but so what, but really! and also they don't really have any jobs there.

Really the best thing for all of us would be for me to meet a boy from Louisville who is here, get to know his you know and all, and then it totally won't be hard for me to convince him to move back. Life plan. Easy peasy.

Thanks for listening.

tuesdays are usually pretty ok.

i really need to make a mental note...or a virtual note, really, I'm adding it to my 2006 Outlook calendar...TAKE THIS WEEK OFF NEXT YEAR. I am so bored I could cry, but instead I'm reading gothamist.com and perusing resumes, of which there are no new ones because if you wanted a new job why would you post it on Dec 26 you know?
But I had yesterday off and I have Friday off and I didn't come in today til eleven, so I'm not REALLY complaining. other than to myself. I always say I will work this week because 1) its a really easy week, why miss it and 2) I like to take big vacays in May and 3) my family is all here locally anyway. but Im sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo not doing anything. obviously, look, im basically talking to myself in this forum. send me your resume if you want a job in DC. that'll give me something to read at least.

and if you have 5 seconds to spare...

ill tell you the story of my life. excellent name for a blog btw. must've been done. to many smiths fans out there for it not to have been.

p.s. my bro-in-law got me sweet headphones for xmas, hence the very close listening to of many of my favorite songs at 314am. go figah. i also got...good stuff, im too tired to list.

my favoritist

"i heard there was a secret code the day they played and it pleased the lord but you don't really care for music do you?
when it goes like this, the fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift, the baffled king composing halelujah"

"your faith was strong but you needed proof, and you saw her bathing on the roof, her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you and she tied you to her kitchen chair, and she broke your throne and she cut your hair, and from your lips you drew the halelujah"

"well baby ive been here before, ive seen this room and ive walked this floor, you know i used to live alone before i knew you. and ive seen your flag on the marble arch and love is not a victory march its a cold and its a broken halelujah"

"well there was a time when you let me know whats really going on below, but now you never show that to me do you? but remember when i moved in you and the holy dove was moving too and every breath we drew was halelujah"

"maybe there is a God above but all ive ever learned from love was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you. and its not a cry that you hear at night its not somebody whos seen the light its a cold and its a broken halelujah"

im afraid im such a dork that

while driving today, stuck in horrid mall traffic, i started looking a letters on license plates and off my mind went into wondering why letters are the way they are. shouldn't E, arguably an oft-used letter, be simple? I mean, other vowels, like I, O, and U, are very simple. what's up with A and E? so, in my dorkiness, I've purchased and am reading the following:

Letter Perfect: The Marvelous History of Our Alphabet from A to Z by
David Sacks

I'll let you know why when I do.

and its my 20th year in No Virginia - oh my!

it's not new years yet, but I can still reflect, can I not? This year has been very strange. I rang in the new year in love, warm, joyful, a little drunk, and in tennessee (memphis, to be exact). At midnight on jan 1 2005 I was in the street on beale, dancing to an amazing street musicians cigar box guitar version of war pigs with a 24 ounce beer in a plastic cup in one hand and my beloved's waist in the other, while fireworks burst overhead. One hour back from east coast time, I hadnt changed my watch and the year sort of snuck up on me.

Fast forward to February 7..and while it does say something none to positive that I still know that date..when I had the sanest breakup I have ever had, if you take away the whole 600 mile distance and phone thing. I did then and have now a whole lot of respect and warm feeling for you, ex boyfriend.

I started this blog in the first weeks after that breakup, which sort of threw me for a loop. Although it wasnt as hard as its been in the past, whether that is due to his respect and care for my broken heart or the distance and absence I had become used to.

I went on dates this year, flirted a bit here and there, the stray kiss here and there.. but i haven't yet really had enthusiasm for dating again until very recently. Which makes me an asshole to you, who I hurt when I tried too soon, and Im so sorry and wish I could do a do-over. But while regrets are important, I can't live by them. Now I do think I may be ready again. So I am excited at the prospect of what may come for me in that area.

I'm also damn excited for what may come for me in all other areas. Things I have in my calendar so far for 2006 - New condo on March 1, trip to Italy and France in late March. I'm not sure where work will fit in with the March schedule, but you have to admit, that is an impressive start on the year.

I've made new more friends in this past year than I have for a long time. It feels great and I am happy. I'm looking forward to spending even more time with my parents with each coming year. I'm looking foward to next summer at the beach in NC at our new beach house. I'm looking forward to gaining some clarity on what I want to do with my career - I think its starting to come into focus.

I'm really just looking forward to continuing to come into my own. To grow into myself. I spent last new years eve happy in a couple. I'll spend this one joyously, completely, me.

happy holidays to you

day four of the pointless week:

on last Friday, upon receiving emails from the Madrid and Paris offices regarding their closure from Mon, Dec 19th through Tues, Jan 3rd, I thought....humph. Not only do the Europeans get better work hours and longer lunches, they are generally more relaxed about this whole..lets work right through Christmas thing. The AMERICAN office, however...of which there are many many, but I work at the HQ, is closed only on Monday 12/26 and Monday 1/2, and I think there was some resistance for that plan, too.
But lets face it. Monday was really the last functional day this week. Everybody is sort of collectively shrugging their shoulders at this point. Ain't nothin happenin between today (maybe yesterday) and January 3rd. Why am I here? Why did I do laundry to get dressed to come here? If I lived in NY, and I did not have access to public transportation today, I sure as hell would say...you know what? Its December 22nd people, I aint doin it. I will work from home.
Americans celebrate Christmas as we do any other holiday...by working until the last possible second, taking a concession that gosh, I guess we have to not work on the 25th, all the while scrambling about in their search to spend spend spend and ultimately, stress stress stress. I work across the street from something like Americas 3rd busiest mall. Kinda makes me want to rip my hair out when it takes 45 minutes to move 2 miles, as it has every evening for the last 1.5 weeks.

Why why why do we torture ourselves? You can't enjoy Christmas like this. That is why, although I have no plans tomorrow and have finished my shopping, I ain't comin to work tomorrow. I aint doin it. So there, corporate america, I'm taking back 8 hours hahaha freakin ha.

I sound bitter, I know, and I'm actually not. But really. I need a day to decompress before I can enjoy Christmas, and you probably do too. I know I will never regain the wonder that Christmas once provided..Christmas from the eyes of a child is one of life's most amazing things. Although possibly greed driven. But even greed driven wonder can be sweet. I still get teary eyed at midnight christmas eve services when I go, and Im not religious..its more of a re-connecting to my childhood thing. Go to church, Dad reads the Night Before Christmas, leave cookies and milk for Santa.

Of course, Santa is now lactose intolerant and on Atkins, but things do change. For the last two years I woke up alone on Christmas morning at my house...and then drove to my parents. Which lacks the pad downstairs in my pajamas feel, but is also quite nice. When Christmas is over now I feel not necessarily full of joy but certainly more joyful.

So Merry Christmas, internet, and all of your denizens. Happy Hanukkah too. Try not to be jaded and try not to stress and just sit and listen to the world on Christmas morning with a warm cup of tea and your mom and sister...its quite lovely

Just wait til you hear what I think about New Years ;)

oh its so good

funniest post i've read in a while from the first blog I ever read all the way through. I too had one of those BR safari shirts...we all did, you know you did. Them and the Hypercolors, and the Vuarnets and Vision Streetwear.

My excuse for this is that I woke up at 530.

I am feeling awful proud this morning. I pulled off what you might call a "hat trick" or a "holy shit she's good" in the recruiting world. If you live in DC, you probably realize what a cluster-f the morning commute could have been today because OMG, there's about an inch of snow. If you live in New York or Boston, well, damn I feel for you, have fun with those 12 inches you get today. Everyone else..it's freaking cold, I know, it sucks.

Ok, so ANYWAY. I had 5 candidates scheduled between 815am and now. 9am. I gave all those fuckers my cell phone number. And all the interviewers. And the recruiters. I was going to be Ma Bell this morning with all the calls I should have gotten. But...I planned, so carefully, because I'm awesome, that everyone new what to do and only 4 people called, like I said, because I'm awesome. I now I totally get to go home early cause I got here at 7:30am and so what if I have finals tomorrow and haven't studied because I feel very important right now.

2K

2000 hits today. That's 2000 hits in approximately..10 months + a little. so 200 a month, give or take. so.. 6 a day. Maybe 2 of those are me. Maybe more. Anyway, apparently somebody besides me is reading this. I am acutely aware of certain people that DO read it, and it makes me sensor myself, but I suppose that is what I agreed to when sharing my identity. I like this little home on the internet.

christmas and other type shopping

I just got my sister and brother in law their christmas presents and I am pscyhed! P-S-Y-C-H-E-D! I unfortunately cannot reveal my genius in choosing these gifts because one day I will give my sister the url for this site that she keeps asking for, and it may actually happen prior to December 25th. But trust, tis good.
Not-too-terribly interesting facts learned yesterday:
1) The Urban Outfitters at Tysons cannot hold a candle to the Georgetown one.
2) Banana Republic Petites pants are a bit short for me, which is ridiculous (I'm 5'2")
3) Gordon Biersch makes yummy garlic fries
4) I sometimes am capable of making rational shopping decisions

work makes me happy - for real, i swear

i love it when the person i am screening for a certain position is working on the same project but not within the field of her true passion because her firm is not bidding on that portion but oh! we are! and we want to hire you to win it! and work on it! and when we uncover this wonderful coincidence we both make little squeals of joy that we have a winner! sometimes being a recruiter is fun.

grateful and more grateful

part one..for things that I am thankful.
my dear, warm, funny, smart, engaging, beautiful, stressed out, family.
husbands who go pick up grandmothers when the rest of us are fighting over sweet potatos. brody the dog who I got to walk in the snow in the mountains past the horses and the smoking chimneys. friends, new and old. my twin fighting ninja kitties. fireplaces. big screen tvs with football surrounded by two generations of the family men. good books. actual houses with driveways that I may soon be a proud owner of.

part two..new traditions.
i've decided to start a tradition of traveling each year on my birthday. when I was 26, I went to Louisville for the Kentucky Derby. Last year, at 27, I went to San Francisco...and then to the Derby yet again. A blissful 12 days away from work. Sigh. This year, Im leaning toward California again, but I'm also leaning toward...Seattle, Boston, Jackson Hole, Italy, Greece, Spain, Sweden and...well, yeah, some others. Also considering a three week cross country extravaganza, but I have a sneaking suspiscion that will wait for 29. But that won't stop me from starting to map that trip now.

musically crushing

i like the subways. listen to 'em.

went to taste of saigon for lunch...

and had small beef pho. Now I have an insatiable desire for more PHO! more PHO! more PHO NOW! pho pho pho pho pho!

sometimes it hurts

Its very hard to remain above the fray sometimes. Very hard to stick to your guns. Very hard to shun jealousy. Very hard to recognize what is not yours. Very hard to stand tall when others find success in methods you find less than forthcoming. Very hard to get the sticky goop from your skin after medical procedures involving sticky goop. Also very hard for those of us who's lives have spanned the old and the new in this crazy technocentric world - very hard to remember boundaries and not read too much into the void or lack thereof.

gubernatorial is a funny, funny, word

Congratulations, Virginia, we have a new governor, Tim Kaine. Good show, I say. But Bill "the most conservative VA senator" Bolling as Lt. Gov? Really? And we don't even have an Attorney General yet, too close to call. But still, Kaine, yes, I love you fellow Virginians, you rock my sox.

oh ick

good lord, im so mentally diminished (my new pc term for retarded, used only in a joking fashion). Ahem. one little comment on a barely read blog regarding the author's, not my, physicality, and I start to rethink my own committment to fitness, second guess reasons behind our demise as a twosome, and generally want to bang my head against the wall until THAT burns enough calories for me to consider myself in shape again. i am too fragile sometimes.

one cat, two cat

I got a second cat over the weekend. She hid under the bed all day yesterday, and does not seem to have emerged over the night, nor this morning. I wish I had been able to stay home today, but no, meetings meetings meetings. I fully expect to come home to a wrecked apartment, complete with cats on the ceiling. We shall see. My baby girl kitty Tasha seems to have her head on straight about this whole intruder thing...something along the lines of, if I can't see her, she must not exist.

things

I finished the new Jennifer Weiner book yesterday. Didn't really improve any. Also plowed ahead in the James Frey book, which I still love. Can't freaking wait to see Walk the Line, also excited about Jarhead, Sam Mendes' new film starring oh yes you are so freakin fine Peter Saarsgard. And his girlfriend's brother who's also a sexy sexy man, Jake Gylenhaal. What is up with all the vowels, boys? November is stacking up to be a crazy month with work, school, family, travel, and the addition of a new pet to my little family. Oh, and that moving into a new house thing, which is not in November, although Im starting to wish it was. Im tired but happy.

to a daydrem believer and a homecoming queen

have i ever told you how much I love the song Daydream Believer by the Monkees? Just something about the "cheer up sleepy jean".. i mean, that is what they say right? Does that make sense? I shall google...yep thats what it says. its in your head now right? eez, dont read the lyrics thats a sad song.

right here right now

Currently reading:
Goodnight Nobody by Jennifer Weiner - not enjoying, as of page 142. Ms. Weiner should rethink her next foray into murder mysteries.

A Million Little Pieces by James Frey - love it, page 3.

Currently watching: Sex and the City, the one with the jeweled Dolce panties where Carrie falls down on the runway. Love this one. Just because of the closing scene. Tidy whities on girls, yay!

Currently eating: Nothing, because all food hates me

Currently working on: Abstract for technical writing class. Finding a desirable condo for under 350K (v. hard).

Trying to decide if: I want a glass of wine

Worried about: The 10 phone screens I need to do tomorrow. Also results of blood tests taken today.

Happy about: My hair looks nice. I need new shoes, and Ima gonna get some tomorrow. My ipod has 30 new songs on it.

medical safari

oh its been a rather crappy day. tasha the cat had a vet's appt today, and while that went smoothly, I did manage to lock my keys in the car while there. I must say that AAA shone today and showed up in 20 minutes flat. Then I had my own doctor's appt. For those of you who know me, you know that to say that I havent been feeling too great lately would be an understatement. So my doctor and I have been tasked with solving the puzzle that is my gastro-intestinal system. I was poked repeatedly today, starved and then bled (damn 8 hour fasting requirements) and later this week I have to go get an ultrasound. I can honestly say I didn't think I'd be in for one of those until un bebe was imminent, but hey, should be interesting. After all that, sometime next week, I hope, we will figure out maybe what Im maybe sick with. Oh, also Im supposed to eat Kashi cereal with soy milk. Its supposed to help. Help me lose weight from not wanting to eat a pile of mush, maybe. Ho hum. At least Im working from the comfort of my couch now.

soooo sleeeepy

i'm not sure why today is considerably less exciting than any other day, but I am actually struggling to keep my eyes open here. must not fall asleep on desk. or if am going to fall asleep on desk, must first close office door. could lead to potentially embarrassing situation if do not lock door, but if lock door, could lead to potentially really embarassing situation invovling well.nothing besides waking up in an empty office I suppose. must regain consciousness enough to stop writing in style of Helen Fielding, is highly annoying. ttfn.

1980-1982

When I was 2 years old, my family moved to Charlottesville because my dad was attended UVA for his PhD. I loved, and still love to this day, everything about Charlottesville. With 2 small acceptions. For years, and years afterward, I had recurring nightmares about sharks swimming in our local swimming pool, Fry Springs. I don't know how I possibly comprehended swimming laps at that point, I was still in floatie-arm things, kiddie pool land, but my dreams involved swimming very fast laps whilst being chased by sharks, who were also apparently incapable of swimming in patterns besides up and back those swim lanes. Also, at 3 years old, I began my educational career at a local preschool. The teacher took issue with my security blankie, asked my mother that I not bring it to school. My mom cut up my blankie, made me an adorable little ribbon belt, and sewed a piece of my blankie on it. I went fucking beserk on her ass, and my teachers. It was my G.D. blankie, for shit's sake. So i dropped out of preschool. Yup, Im a preschool dropout.

acheivements and plans

by the way, I got a raise last wednesday. that means at least one more shopping spree per month allowed. or I could save it or something. yep, should probably do that. In other world events, Im totally going to Boston for a long weekend for my 28th birthday next may to watch my Sox at the only TRUE ballpark in the land, Fenway. Super psyched on that.

maybe just 1978-1980 for now.

In the beginning.....
I was born on May 2, 1978 at 1:00pm, making me a stubborn mule of a Taurus. I came into this world at Lynchburg Baptist Hospital. If Jerry Faldwell knew what had become of one of his city's own, he would have a heart...oh, excuse me, I have to go write a letter to Jerry to inform him of my birth..
I lived in the closet (totally abusive parents..no, it was a big walk-in) in a farm house in a town called Phenix. Yes, without the o. My big sister complained cause I wasnt big enough to play and was therefore boring as hell to a 3 year old. I hear I rarely cried, was a generally sweet and serene baby. Thank jesus my parents didnt take that as a sign to have another, because I became the incarnation of the devil at approximately 36 months of age. But we will get to that later.

food, glorious food

before we get into the life of me, I'm currently very excited about perfecting this recipe for thanksgiving dinner and impressing the pants off my immediate and extended family. and of course my delish green bean casserole (vegan and full-strength). Which means..yay! for trial runs this weekend. Thanks smitten for the recipe.

once there was a girl

blah blah baseball and boys, such boring drivel. I think you need to know the story of my life, Mr. Internet (Ms. Internet?). next post -- the early years, 1978 - 1983. you're waiting with baited breath, aren't you?

amen

in honor of my sox, this evening, I watched fever pitch. All I got to say is, I want a man who will take me to Fenway with him on opening day.

johnny damon is my homeboy

spring turns to summer turns to fall
the promise of red roses is broken with the fall of white snow
its october and the year is done early
the celebration will not be repeated
see you next spring

you.

you say its what you want but you make every excuse under the sun to feel inadequate. good to know you trust my judgement about what i want. i wanted to but you cant get over your own demons. kick yourself later. i would have helped you tame them.

could happen

I'm thinking about maybe sharing the horrific dramatic one-bitch play that I performed on Friday. I think it might exorcise the demons. But I might be too ashamed. We shall see. It has potential to be hilarious to someone not directly involved. And maybe the possibility of a guest-blogger on the topic of DC cabbies.
But in all honesty, its not real likely. So let the imagination just run wild.

please please please let me let me let me

Love snuck up behind me and smacked me upside the head. It takes out its aggressions on me, roughs me up a bit. I am so slow sometimes I don’t even know its there until I’m yelling at it. i wish i was looking forward to a stroll in central park.

my head is mean to me sometimes.

zombies really freak me way out. really really. i just had a dream that involved the following: lots of zombies, rollercoasters, nuclear weapons, both people and zombies being impaled, bioterrorism, really horribly filthy public restrooms, and falling from great heights. It is as though my brain just decided...fuck the coherant plot. Let's start with what she saw on Shaun on the Dead, take away the funny, and than add in whatever she's scared of - just willy-nilly, it doesnt need to make sense. Oh, and when I was RUNNING from the ZOMBIES to the safety of the basement where we would be for days/weeks/months/years??? Yeah, I forgot my ciggarettes.

workin, nine to... well, always really

Its 12:26am on Monday. I can't sleep because I have work swimming around my head. So i just sent myself an email with everything thats keeping me up. And then I had to open up blogger to share my disgust with myself. sigh. goodnight, internet.

59-65

59) I talk a lot about politics, sometimes Im just going with a general feeling, which leads to me talking out of my ass, sometimes I really know whats up. I get in fights about it. I did study poli sci, and I ingest an insane amount of info - I do have SOME credibility.

60) Watching or listening to POTUS Bush Part Deux makes me physically uncomfortable.

61) Guess what? Im a liberal. But I would like to think that if I was a conservative, I would still think Bush Deuce is a dum-dum stupid head.

62) Im a big fat sucker for green eyes

63) I also like boys' feet, but not in a fetishy way. I just like em.

64) I pierced my nipple when I was 17 with a sewing needle and a cork. I was not particularly bright at that age.

65) Same as above, but belly-button....twice.

Go Nats! (isnt that an unfortunate cheer?)

I went to see the Washington Nationals last night at RFK vs the SF Giants. My record for Nationals wins? It is now 0-2. I was accepting when they lost to the Braves. I've done enough praying to the MLB gods for the Braves to win to accept that my prayers may be answered when I don't want them to be. I am a Red Sox fan, and I found Jesus on that one last year. But, really, I love SF, no love for their baseball team. Can I go to a game where we win? Please? Its almost October. Speaking of which, my favorite Post columnist has had some experience with this.

Jerry O'Connell, I think...right?

Just so you know, when you google me, most of the stuff that pops up is recaps from that show Sliders. You know, where the main character was Quinn Mallory? They had to go and introduce a Sara character. Yeah. Its a burden.

NO!

"No! you can make butter out of nuts
is woodbutter possible?" - 18 year old me, as posted here. Googling oneself can produce interesting results, no? oh right, work, gotta run.

paging daytripper

I want to test my blog's effectiveness as a communication tool, since SOME people, who will remain unnamed, don't like to set up their VOICE MAIL. so, listen, I have some info regarding hotels for NYC trip so call me, will ya? Or else I'll have to WORK, and that would make me mad, right?

p.s. -
"Cause perfect didn't feel so perfect
Trying to fit a square into a circle
Was no life
I defy"....LET THE RAIN FALL DOWN

i love the cassettes

i'm making a little trip to new york city on October 1st to see the cassettes at Red and Black in Brooklyn. if you live in New York or will be in the vicinity come check them out and buy me a drink!

good things about work

Ya'll, I aint nobody's assistant no more, ya heard? thats mighty fine

deep thought

why dont they bring napkins with pizza delivery?? i mean, they do when I order like 10 for the office, but not when I order one for home. Do they want me to wipe all that grease on the couch? Do they just assume that the house comes pre-stocked with napkins? thats an awful big assumption. I mean, they give you napkins at McDonalds, you know? who missed that train?

cant you just hear it? I been talking with Vlad-MEER here, for oh, golly..

Enlightening email conversation, or, how to waste time on Friday afternoon:

not only is that statement retarded, but bush must be deformed - putin was elected in 1999.. that's um.... yeah, 6 years.

----------------- Original Message -----------------
Date: Sep 16, 2005 12:06 PM

whatever, i dont matta.
so, Im watching this live press conf. with bush and putin...and bush says.....
"Ive visited with Vladmir alot in the recent years, I havent been counting, but i know its alot because Ive been counting with my hands...and Ive run out of fingers heh heh"

----------------- Original Message -----------------
Date: Sep 16, 2005 2:47 PM

whoo dee hooo its friday at 2:46. Yay! do you wanna see the movie with John Heder tonight? or just drink til we're sore?

Bacon! Lettuce! Tomato!

it has been brought to my attention, and I must agree, that #49 on the 100 things about me ongoing project needs to be:

49) On the occasion of visiting a deli, I will order a BLT absolutely 100% of the time.

now that we've gotten started again...

50) Laguna Beach is fascinating to me. I love those silly kids.

51) I have very impressively misshapen baby toes. I wore heels every day 12 hours a day for two years. It happens.

52) My perfect day includes coffee, going buck-wild in a bookstore, sitting in a city park, great conversation, napping, and a couple of glasses of wine.

53) I am extremely sensitive in some situations, and almost callously uncaring in others.

54) I have a freckle on my lower lip. It rocks. I mostly wear clear lip gloss, dont like to cover it up.

55) I dont know why they make any underwear but thongs. I also dont know why I never cared about VPL before the advent of the thong. Maybe I was too young.

56) I dont much care for team sports, but I keep thinking I do. I sign up for stuff all the time.

57) I still love cartoons.

58) I am stubborn as a mule.

thats a damn good question

Terry Neal is my hero today. Let's hope people take notice and start asking questions of their own.

flashback 2003

in a whirlwind of cleaning today, I found a journal of mine from 2003..
an excerpt:

"Everytime I write "1978", I feel a little worse. Twenty-five years. A little closer to thirty. Thirty, I know, is not old. But neither is forty, I suspect, when you're thirty-five and looking at forty racing towards you. My mother had me a thirty-one, my big sister three years earlier.. Yes, I know, that was 1975, but these are my standards, my measuring stick. The backwards calculations are something one must avoid - if you start at even thirty-five with my first child, I pretty much have to meet my husband-to-be today. Now, I am a rational human being and do realize that I am being ridiculous. The source of this calculating madness is my sister's impending wedding. I don't need a psych degree to figure that out.
Okay, so, the basic guides to measuring success - work, home, family, friends. I have no job. Well, I have a job, it just doesnt start for a week and I haven't worked for a month so I am now a professional magazine reader/barnes and noble patron/happy hour attendee/taxi driver for corporate intern boyfriend. My profession is retail management. I am a store manager, officially, or will be next week,. THe retail world is madness - cat fighting, two-faced, overly emotional madness. An industry consisting almost entirely of twenty to thirty something females and gay males with shopping addictions. Me, who once aspired to be a lawyer for the ACLU, helping to advance capitalism and greed. And I one wrote a thesis on Marxism and its potential applications to the modern economy..in a positive light. What a poser I am."

To be continued...

living in a material world

I did something grown up yesterday. And then I did something achingly immature. I went to the bank at lunch and wrote the biggest check I've ever written to open an investment account, stowing my savings safe and sound and where I can't get anywhere near it for several months and/or years. Look at me being all adult like. And then, I went to the mall and bought a suit, 2 pairs of pants, some shoes, Prada perfume (yes, with the old fashioned bottle), had a bit of a spree at Sephora, and got a very nice little sparkly thing from Nordstrom. (Maybe a bit immature. Sprees are not mature). But I used a coupon! 20% off, yes indeed.(Again, mature) And then I felt horribly guilty,so I sent money to the Red Cross and the Humane Society. (guilt is definitely mature).
I think my mature and immature are having a grand internal battle to the death. Who should I root for?

it keeps flashing. its teasing me.

my damn cable is out tonight. the night of the VMAs and the premiere of Rome on HBO. I am forced to entertain myself. Sigh.

its much better than the yearbook.

is it wrong that I like to spend time sifting through myspace, looking at the profiles of people that graduated from my high school from 94-98? no? I didnt think so. I am often surprised by both location and number of children by age 27. 10 year reunion should be fun. married? no. kids? no. fabulous career? maybe. graduate degree? no. 10 pounds? Absolutely? Still high? nope, sorry.

Friday Night (Hi)Lights

I went to a very fun party last night - down on U street, very nice space - basically your picture perfect city loft. damn! i want to live in the city. Great music, chilling with my sister and brother in law. Its the weirdest thing, in high school, my sister used to get pissed at me because she thought I was so popular (i wasnt really), but now, Im jealous of her friends. Shes surrounded by the kind of together, interesting people that I wish I could find in the vast social scene that is Metro DC. I guess the smart kids really do win out in the end. Im smart, too - I just spent so much time trying to hide it in an effort to be cool. Im so proud of my intelligence and general geekiness now. big props to the cassettes - amazing little set last night. Thanks guys!

Church Mouse

oh my goodness, I haven't posted in a week. My excellent excuses include: annual self-assessment due today; finals on Saturday; didn't have much to say; Laguna Beach was on. I'll be back and chatty when this crazy week ends.

Another installment of obvious statement of the day!

The beach is way way way super more funner than work.

Work is kind of fun too. But in a different way. I did my first REAL phone screen today and Im still smiling. My job is so rewarding.
But so is sand. And waves. And trying to surf. And fudge from the boardwalk candy shop. And bike rides into town.
Sigh. Oh beach, how I love thee, shall I count the ways...
Sun. Sand. Towheaded tan children laughing. Naps. Reading. Ahhhhhhh.
Hi reality, Im back, did you miss me?

its cause he's funny

I have a crush de blog (its like nom de plume) on this guy. If you know him, will you tell him that? Thanks!

Meanwhile, on the other side of town, my friend Charlotte...

One day I was taking with my mom and dad, and in that conversation I mentioned that I would really love to be a journalist (my mom was the editor of her high school paper, she totally missed her calling. or not, cause she kicks much ass at what she does), and also that I just bought some new shoes. My dad says, "Honey, you don't have to be EXACTLY like Carrie Bradshaw you know." No, my dad's not gay, he just likes shows where there are smart women and people have sex. Totally normal, in my opinion. So, Dad...check this out! I AM like Carrie! So obviously I need more shoes. Can I have some money?
Editor's Note - Yeah that linked sucked all the life out of my formatting and its evil but it was one of those quiz things. And it said Im a Carrie.

bunnies love kitties

laughs

oh tee hee hee hee. I pornolized my blog. My favorite part? from my last post..."Oh, walk on the cuntlicking wild side, internet." Isn't that fabulous?

something of interest?

ok, internet, I totally kept my promise. something new and exciting. oh, walk on the wide side, internet. I was really fucking late to work today. and then, oh yes and then, I went FOR DRINK apres work. And its 11, and I just got home and I'm drunk, internet. And I committed some sins. I'll let you ponder over which of those 10 commandments I brokee. Guess. It's a guessing game.

and a lil somethin new

I think you, internet, need to know about a day in the life. What interesting things happened to Sara today?
Today, I had an interview at 9. Not me interviewing, I'm a recruiter, had an interview coming in. I woke up at like 7:45. Not enough time. Didn't wash hair thoroughly, worried about being stinky with funky hair.
Sat in traffic a la Office Space, minus gansta rap.
Arrived at work at exactly 9:02.
Went downstairs to meet candidate.
Spent 2.5 hours compiling hiring reports for July and August.
Went to weekly meeting
Sat in weekly meeting for 2 hours
At desk, tried to prepare for transition into new role.
Spent a few hours arguing via myspace with Mr. Guy.
Stayed late writing Survival Guide for replacement.
Deflected dinner invitation from co-worker
Went home
Ate nachos
Talked to Mr. Guy.
Watched Gilmore Girls
Chatted with T and M
Blogged with glass of Pinot
Now

Wasn't that enthralling? I'll try to do something stupid tomorrow to make it more interesting. Or maybe I'll just make something up. Cause really...I'm married to my job, and this is my life Mon-Fri. Well, Thursday this week. Yay! I'm sorry, internet, for putting you through that.

I'm in the mood for more

35. I had braces for three years. I did not wear my retainer. The bottom teeth are really crooked again.

36. I had braces for three years because I sucked my thumb til I was 9.

37. I high school, I was both a stoner and a National Merit Finalist.

38. My first car was a 1984 Plymouth Reliant station wagon, grey. I looooved that car.

39. If I'm having wine, it's Pinot Grigio.

40. My first real memory is my 3rd birthday party. Cookie monster cake by Mom.

41. I've been in college for 10 years. Shut up.

42. I put Hot Mustard sauce on my McNuggets. This is an evolution from 1) honey and then 2) ketchup. Hot Mustard is the shizzy.

43. I listen to NPR every day on my commute home.

44. My bicycle has a name, and that name is Bikemon. Like Pokemon. It's bright yellow.

45. I will say with absolute certainty that my favorite song is many many different songs. Just put a few beers in me and give me the Wonderland jukebox. Or Appetite for Destruction.

46. Music is a very important part of my life. I seriously could not date someone who loves country or Top 40. I don't think that's shallow, its just how it is.

47. Speaking of music, I think a mix tape is the most thoughtful present you can give.

48. Murky coffee is my favorite.

gawd, ya'll, this is HARD!

26. I shop when I'm bored. Groceries, clothes, house stuff, whatever really. I spend much less money when Im busy.

27. I am a nomad, but only in my head. I plan on moving somewhere new at least once a week. For the past 4 months, that place has been San something...Diego, Francisco. I like both of those names.

28. Speaking of names, if I have a daughter, I will name her Georgia. Assuming my husband is cool with that. I blame my father and his frequent renditions of "Georgia on my mind" for this.

29. I am very girly when it comes to some things, mainly: hair (highlights, no stylist too pricey, only the best products, and lots of em), skin (I have an exfoliant and lotion problem), and shoes. Not much for the mani, though I do enjoy the pedi.

30. Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy is the best movie I have seen in a very long time. I ain't kidding.

31. I drink much more diet coke than your average bear.

32. I can sing, but I probably won't.

33. I never go to the library, I only buy books. And I buy a lot.

34. I dated a man who named our cat Snuggles.

susy homemaker

in a domestic loveliness time moment circa 1956, I am super psyched today because my mother surprised me with a present..the cutest and suckiest damn vacuum you ever did see. Its bright green and has a circular handle and its bagless and it sucks real good. When she was here last week, I guess I mentioned that my current vacuum was about as useful as a hummingbird trying to blow the dirt off the carpet. so yay! and...i have cat sitting duties this weekend cause my parents are off continuing their search for the perfect beach house..double yay!!

Recipe of the day:

The Meltie (Melty?)
3 pieces sandwich bread, pref. sourdough
4 pieces sliced ham or turkey
2 pieces sliced cheese, pref. cheddar or monterey jack
1 TBSP mayo (optional)
1 slice tomato

Best made in a toaster oven. Conventional toaster/microwave combo yields similar but imperfect results.
If using a toaster oven, assemble sandwich as follows:
Bread,Mayo, Meat, Cheese, Bread, Meat, Cheese, Tomato, Mayo, Bread.
Pop the whole thing in the microwave for 15-20 seconds, until cheese is slightly melted.
Transfer to toaster oven and commence crisping.
When brown, slice and eat.

If no toaster oven, you must toast each piece of bread, assemble sandwich, and then microwave. Beware the mushinating abilities of the average microwave.

Enjoy! =)

numbers 20 through at least 25, we'll see

This part of the list goes out to that special someone...hehe

20)When you're not looking, at 3 or 4 or just 1 in the morning, I will just pass the fuck out. No flopping about. Just out.

21)I have 10 pairs of sleepy pants, aka sweatpants or comfies, mostly stolen

22)I totally wish I knew about every new good band before everyone else, and I tend to believe I discovered certain bands when in fact, I did not. Like Kasabian.

23)I really really love school and office supplies.

24)My style has like, soooo totally improved, you know?

25)Noone understands me but my kitty

Okay, so these are kinda a goof. but mostly true. smiles.

bah humbug

my mouth tastes funny and it feels like I got socked good in the jaw. can I take sick leave for that? Stupid wisdom tooth. hehe and the title of this post wasnt meant like that, but you wouldnt know if you dont know so...yeah

venti dos

following up on my "venti" post re: miller/cooper, I would like to state the following:

karl fucking rove fucking george fucking bush fucking hyprocrite just fire his ass you pansy

thank you.

ical not believe it

fuck! i really wanted to post something about the ical being accurate! fuck! that was on sunday!

one less toof

i just had the most interesting experience. Two hours in the dentist chair, fixing a chipped tooth, filling a little cavity, building up to the main event in such a stomach-clenching way that my sweet dentist actually brought me a Coke and Cheese Bitz to calm my upset tummy.. And then, when I thought I might pass out or throw up if I thought about it one second longer, she numbed me up good and started "wiggling" as she called it, actually felt like she was trying to pull my cheek off. And then I heard the creeeeeeeeeek crack pop. "Ew," I said, "I can hear it." "I know, don't worry, we're almost there. A bit more wiggling." Crack pop grind grind. "urr heh heh," I said. "Are you okay?" "Hum wer fuhfuhnuhnuh". Out come the intsruments...and when I said this clearly, she got a very weird look on her face, like she was just very frightened of me. "That was fascinating," I said. And it was. And I'm still on the adrenaline high. And whoo lawdy do I want to smoke, but nope!

a few more to add to the list..

12) I love to do crosswords, and I do them in ink. Mistakes be damned

13) I like hot dogs with just ketchup

14) I have a birthmark on my left thigh that looks like a hickey

15) My first word was cat

16) I've seen every episode of Sex and the City at least twice

17) I have three tattoos

18) Everyone thought I was stuck up in high school, but I was just a shy little girl

19) My first drink was a bottle of Sam Adams split three ways between me and my friends Lori and Michelle

teeff

So I was supposed to have wisdom teeth pulled tomorrow and while not really psyched on that I was still a little bummed when they called to reschedule for Tuesday. Why? Well, I had prepared myself mentally, I was ready for the yankin to begin. And..and this is the worst part..now I have to come up with two, like totally new and exciting work appropriate outfits for the days I was planning on being out. Seriously, that’s what bothers me. Me = crackhead.

ohmahgaw

I can't believe I forgot Cosmo! I've read Cosmo for at least 10 years. And it sucks! I used to read Seventeen and wonder, who are these people? and was jealous of them and their lives. Now, I read Cosmo and think, oh the poor poor people, they need advice on everything, and they are getting it from Cosmo. But I continue to read and buy, off the stand no less, no subscriptions for me. Why? Because its funny.

yeah about the work thing

I should be a little more vague, lest I get dooced. doesn't that seem assuming? that someone at work would read these little snippets? still, better safe than sorry, all that.

its mini me

we made an offer to my replacement today. I am feeling like a new mother, a bit. A new mother who plans to abuse the hell out of her child. she starts in 2 weeks. this is v. exciting and v.v. scary. that means: 1) I have to get organized to the point that the whole system makes sense to anyone but me, 2) I have to gear myself up to prove myself in a new role, 3) I have to continue to actually DO my job while trying to teach someone else how to do it, and 4) I have to plan a small vacay for the approximate time I'm going to lose my damn mind, or..about 5 weeks from now.
still. happy good things.

more than 10 things...

I'm starting a "100 things about me" list. No, I don't have the patience to think of 100 things right now. But I will get there, rest assured. Here are the first few anyway:

1) I would gladly have miso soup for three meals a day for at least a week. I like it THAT much

2) I have read every issue of the following magazines every month for the last five years: Vogue, Elle, Bazaar, W, Marie Claire, Allure, Glamour, Vanity Fair, and Jane(since it came out). Seriously.

3) I was a competitive gymnast until I was 14. No, can't even do a split anymore.

4) I look exactly like my father. Except for my hair, which is exactly like my mom's.

5) My sister and I were polar opposites and fought constantly until she left for college. She is now my favorite person.

6)I have been in love twice.

7)I have been in lust at least 10 times.

8)My favorite place in the world is the base of my tree in Cherokee Park in Louisville, KY.

9)I have been playing the violin for 19 years.

10) I have been a salesperson, retail manager, and am currently a recruiter by profession, have been very successful in all these endeavors, yet..I am very shy about talking to people I don't know

11) I hate both hard pretzels and jelly beans

good for a laugh

this is freaking hilarious

Breathed

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originally uploaded by saralyn.

This is my favorite Bloom County of all time. Enjoy!

and i miss you

like the deserts miss the rain

yellow ribbons

about..oh, three, four years ago I met a Marine named Gavin at a piano bar downtown. Gavin had possibly the most perfect smile I've ever seen. I told his friends I'd give him a lift back to the barracks (god, that makes me sound so white trash..people, there is a marine base in DOWNTOWN DC) and we spent the next 3 hours pretending to be lost and bouncing our way through the city like a pinball. We'd stop to call his buddies for directions, stop for a potty break, stop to make out..it was a great night. My on and off relationship got on again soon after and I threw Gavin's number away. He called the house once but my roommate didnt write down the number. I wondered today..and this is morbid..if he is alive. There arent any military people in my life so I am able to see the news every day and not worry about my loved ones, but I know I am very alone in this priveledge. No matter HOW MUCH i hate this war, I want it to be known that I DO support our troops. I hate that I see the support the troops stickers only on the same cars that I see the W 04 stickers. I am allowed to be opposed and continue to be a patriot.

new digs

i think i want a new apartment. but where...oh where...THAT is the ultimate question. How much waiting is prudent? How much greener is that grass, and last but not least, can i BE that West-Coast girl or am I destined to be on this coast forever-more? Obviously this is a lot bigger than studio vs 1 BR.

good morning

Ahh, stretch, yawn, scratch scratch..I feel like Im waking up from the madness that has been my professional life for the past few months. It may be the fact that I have help in the form of the worlds best intern..or that Im interviewing for my replacement as I transition in to my new position, but..I can see the light and I feel ok. The date from last weekend asked me to go sailing this weekend - very nice offer, but its midterm time. I have another date (different guy) Monday night - for some reason this upcoming one is making me apprehensive. And I totally can't spend another dime on clothes (2 new pairs of shoes today) so I will have to survive without a brand new I-feel-fabulous date outfit. At least I have my new Sevens. Jeans are such the shit. Im a little drooly over the new line at Banana - so so so so my style. Must remember that when budgeting for what, 3 weeks from now when all that stuff goes on sale? And they're out of all size 2-6 and Smalls, cause well, that's what they always run out of first. And the size 37 shoes.
OOh and I might be going out to La-la Land in a few weeks. Continuing my get-acquainted-with-California-tour.
On a completely unrelated and serious note, at about 3 this afternoon, the London office of my company reported everyone accounted for and safe. Thank goodness, SOME kind of good news today.

UK

I hate that the American Media feels that it is appropriate to either 1) mention the explosions in London and then go back to coverage of Luther Vandross' funeral or 2)get all up in your face man-on-the-street coverage (a la Fox this am). Citizens of London, my heart goes out to you. I hate that the our world continues in this state. You will rebound from this, but don't let America be your example. Don't lose your voice or give up any freedoms.

um yeah i forgot about this stuff too

oh and...following up on some things. the date was good. we had many drinks at an outdoor cafe and then went to a party and then finished up the night going through the cd collection outside on the porch with our bottles of heineken. we could be best friends but their was no spark. and it don't mean a thing if it aint got that zing, right? right. back to the drawing board. or not. honestly not caring entirely much right now, I haven't been single in a LONG time and have only been single here for about what, 5 months? since I started this blog anyway. But I digress, I have a drinks date next Monday so who am I kidding?
Also, on the whole diet log thing I have been doing well but kind of inactive due to the LIFE CONSUMING PILES OF WORK TO DO, so while I've been eating celery and other gross but beneficial foods I have not set foot on a treadmill for at least 6 days. I think I weigh like 128. So, yeah. Progress, meet life.
Tata for now-

venti

I have a problem with some things.
First of all, This New York Times Miller/Cooper CIA source thing. These are journalists adhearing to promises made as a professional and they (well, Miller) have been sent to jail for an indefinite amount of time for not revealing their source. Is this as ridiculous and maddening as I think it is?
Second, the anniversary of the Scopes trial is around this time. 80 years later, the debate is still continuing. People actually continue to protest the teaching of evolution in science classes around the country and demand that creationism and/or intelligent design be given equal attention. Let me just say something here..yes, evolution is a theory, but it is supported by evidence, lots of evidence. It is worth teaching to our children, and it is based in scientific reasoning. Creationism and intelligent design are one hundred percent faith based and belong not in school but in church and in the home. You don't expect your children to learn about the story of Noah's ark or the resurrection of Christ in public school - why is this issue different? If you are that concerned about your children losing their faith because they are taught about evolution in biology class, you need to learn what it means to become a well-informed adult and you need to understand a bit more about your sophmore-aged child.
FIrst amendment rights are being repealed, the age of reason is being negated in favor of the evangelical fundamentalist church. These are the issues here...honesty, loyalty, keeping one's word, education, opening one's mind to new ideas. How honest is anyone being with themselves when they lash out against these things? Does the fundamentalist Christian really believes that new ideas will destroy their faith? If so, how strong is their faith? Has the government really become capable of convincing people to give up their first amendment rights in the name of the Patriot Act? Who are these people running my country and why have they become so scared that they are willing to vote away everything we hold dear?
What do you think?

stupid datey thing

I have a date tomorrow. I dont want to go on a date. i have no idea why im going on a date. i want my person who knows me better than i do and i want him to be happy cause when hes happy hes amazing and when hes not he drives me freaking nuts. but im not that great when im unhappy either.