tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58207718545116326282024-02-02T02:39:58.071-07:00llamabearsThis is what happened when a llama met a bear.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17801776505465270452noreply@blogger.comBlogger84125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820771854511632628.post-769566380326034852012-05-07T15:46:00.000-06:002012-05-07T15:46:11.232-06:00Ever Get a Towel Stuck in you Liftgate Lock? Well I did!So yesterday after the Run for the Zoo, I somehow managed to royally screw up my trunk. I have a Mariner, it's like a Ford Escape, so the back opens up to the interior space. Well after llama changed Archer on a towel that was clean and left over from the Warrior Dash, I closed the trunk somehow managing to position the towel just so it aligned with the lock. <br />
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I jammed a towel in my trunk lock and got it stuck. We only found this out after my "Liftgate Open" light kept taunting me. After pulling over and realizing what I did, llama couldn't get it to budge. It was only after getting home hours later and using a crow bar, pair of scissors and brute force did he free the piece of towel I managed to close the lock on. <br />
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Of all parts of the towel, I managed to close it on the huge tag. Seriously I wonder how I do these things. Also thank goodness for llama, his ingenuity never ceases to amaze me. <br />
<br />Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17801776505465270452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820771854511632628.post-84820612762150671272012-05-06T18:53:00.000-06:002012-05-06T18:53:40.825-06:00Walking for the Zoo, Kellan's First Birthday and PIcture PickupTwo posts in a weekend, what is going on here?<br />
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This morning llama, Archer, Irene (my coworker), her son and myself trekked to the Albuquerque Zoo to participate in the annual "Run for the Zoo (and walk too)". After the Warrior Dash yesterday we choose to do the 1 mile fun run or in our case walk, around the zoo and behind some animal exhibits.<br />
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We choose to wear our Warrior Dash t-shirts that had many people asking us how it was. Needless to say, they didn't get much positive publicity from us. Also, I am so sore from running through the sand so it was nice to work out the stiffness. <br />
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Also walking in we saw our good friends Raquel, Jeremy and their beautiful son who just moved into their cute new place a few blocks down. Once they get it painted and organized, it will be so freaking cute.<br />
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We brought Archer's trike to push him in and so many people asked us where we bought it and how great of an idea it was. Thanks again Noni for the awesome Christmas present!<br />
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After the quick walk around, we went home and I went to my friend Vanessa son's first birthday party. It is crazy to think that Kellan is one already, I swear Vanessa just had him. Fun times and the cake she made him was adorable, so crafty Vanessa is.<br />
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After that, I had to run to Kim Jew to pick out the pictures that Archer took. OMG they are so cute. After I have them framed I will post pics.<br />
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All in all, busy weekend. I have two papers to finish that are due Tuesday so I can graduate and hopefully get a job. I need a nap.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17801776505465270452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820771854511632628.post-77455634274615822852012-05-05T21:30:00.001-06:002012-05-05T21:30:40.497-06:00New Mexico Warrior Dash 2012 RecapSo just so we all know, I didn't win. However I did have an acceptable time of 1:11:47:50 placing me 7925 out of 8396. Honestly I am just happy I didn't die walking through the sand storms, but more about that later.<br />
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So the morning of the Warrior Dash was busy, I had to take my Pilates final at 11:00 and we had to head straight from there to the battleground in Tijeras, NM. I spoke to a fellow class make and she told me that she went up there this morning as she was supposed to run at 8:30 but turned back around because she knew she was going to be late for her final. Needless to say I knew we were in for a long haul to the starting line.<br />
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The short of the story was it took us 2.5 hours just to get into and park. We crawled 9 slow miles up and down hills in the middle of freakin no where. I saw 5 different men run to the bushes to pee. We also missed our 2 o'clock run time and had to run the 3:30. The only good thing is the lady at packet pick up quizzed me on my age asking me if my parent signed my release. Well I am 26, but will still take that as a compliment.<br />
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The race was hellish. I was prepared for the course as I had studied the course layout many times, but never did it state that the entire thing was uphill. With WIND. The sand blowing everywhere was horrid and there was nothing you could do to make it any better. At one point I told myself that I would rather be in active labor and we all know I had Archer without any drugs, so life has to be pretty bad to make me ever want to go back to that point in time. </div>
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There was so much damn crawling under barbed wire. At one point I was bleeding down my leg but then the wind came and I didn't notice my bleeding knee. </div>
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Also the obstacles on the course looked like the Lincoln Middle School Shop class slapped them together. Plywood and 2 by 4's do not a steady structure make. By the time we ran, pieces of them had broken off due to the weight of people on them. I was greatly disappointed in the sub par obstacles that I encountered throughout the course. Also the height of the scary obstacles really took a toll on my mind. I had to calm myself down a few times as I hoisted my self 2 stories in the air while being supported on something comprised of Lowe's materials. It got so bad that I just simply walked around two of them as I did not trust the structural soundness of some of them. I literally watched them shake as llama did them. </div>
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There were a few highlights on the course. Jumping through/over fire was exciting. So was the spider crawl. Llama's favs were the giant net at the end and the mud pit. </div>
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Honestly I am just glad the entire thing is over, I didn't break anything and I am not stuck in that damn parking lot anymore. Oh and they gave everyone a banana at the end. The banana was awesome. </div>
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Would I do it again? Perhaps in another state. Never again in New Mexico. Too much dirt, sand and crappy logistics. </div>
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<br />Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17801776505465270452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820771854511632628.post-52320115828759357992012-04-09T20:34:00.000-06:002012-04-09T20:34:31.513-06:00Hey There StrangersLong time no see blogger. I can't believe it's been months since I posted last. I guess full time school, work and an 8 month old will do that to you.<br />
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My goal is to update 4 times a week from now on. I mean I am on the computer all freakin day, the least I could do is post something. There is going to come a point where I am going to have no clue where the last year has been and blogging allows me to at least look back and see how I spent all the hours.<br />
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Fun stuff is coming up: friends coming into town, 5k's to run and GRADUATING from college. K now that's out of the way, you will see me soon.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17801776505465270452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820771854511632628.post-25293308087467469032011-12-31T13:08:00.000-07:002011-12-31T13:08:25.719-07:002011 in Questions<style>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;">As I age, the more I come to understand <i>tempus fugit </i>only I like to reflect on ‘time flees’ instead of ‘time flies’ as fleeing implies running away from something only time is running a marathon and is quickly putting miles between all of us. 2011 was a great year, one that felt of transition and waiting for things to happen. New experiences and great love made 2011.<span> </span></span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;">1. What did you do in 2011 that you’d never done before?</span></strong><br />
<span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;">Gave birth, which is to date the greatest albeit most intense exercise of the mind body connection and meditation I have ever gone through. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;">Learned how to take care of a newborn. I am glad I don’t really remember those first few weeks. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;">Fall in love even more with my fiancé and son. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;">Navigated the dangerous line of mother, worker, lover, friend and sleeper while finishing my last year of college. Honestly, I am just happy I completed my 5 UNM and 2 correspondence classes for this semester. </span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;">2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year? </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;">Last year I was pregnant and had a baby so my resolutions included eating more ice chips and taking naps. This year I have decided to forgo the formal resolutions and have thoughtfully chosen a word that will be my immediate focus. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;">Concentration. This is what I am going to work on. </span></strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;"></span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;">3. Did anyone close to you give birth? </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;">2011 was a busy baby year! Beside myself, I have seen all my birth center friends give birth, Kathy, Kat, Kathryn, Vanessa, Jessica and a handful of Facebook friends. So many beautiful babies! </span></strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;"></span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;">4. Did anyone close to you die?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;">No, thankfully</span></strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;"></span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;">5. What countries did you visit?</span></strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;">2011 was a deplorable travel year. I only left New Mexico once when we drove to Austin, Texas to visit Melissa and go to Ikea where I went into a nesting frenzy. </span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;">6. What would you like to have in 2012 that you lacked in 2011?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;">Sleep! No really, sleep. Everyone’s myself included. </span></strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;"></span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;">7. What dates from 2011 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;">July 11- my due date where I was at work and not having a baby</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;">July 14-16 walking many miles in the July heat by a ditch to get this baby out! Chick fil a in labor, walking Cottonwood Mall, Pei Wei, Despicable Me, Dar a Luz and baby. </span></strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;"></span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;">8. What was your biggest achievement of the year? </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;">Finishing three semesters at UNM for my undergrad degrees. I didn’t drop a class and my lowest grade is a C+ (I blame the fickle Italian!) and I got 6 A’s and a few B’s. Overall good job!</span></strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;"></span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;">9. What was your biggest failure?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;">Losing my temper and not paying attention to the bigger picture of the journey. </span></strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;"></span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;">10. Did you suffer illness or injury?</span></strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;">Bout of gross stomach flu, an ass kicking migraine and pregnancy related maladies. </span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;">11. What was the best thing you bought?</span></strong><br />
<div style="margin-left: 38.35pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 12pt;"><span>·<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;">Bedroom furniture from Ikea giving us a proper space to live in and learn to be parents</span></div><div style="margin-left: 38.35pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 12pt;"><span>·<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;">MacBook for llama</span></div><div style="margin-left: 38.35pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 12pt;"><span>·<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;">Baby Legs</span></div><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;">12. Where did most of your money go?</span></strong><br />
<div style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 12pt;"><span>·<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;">Car payments, debt, baby related money, Dar a Luz for the birth. </span></strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;">13. What did you get really excited about?</span></strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;">Meeting friend’s babies and birth in general</span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;">14. What song will always remind you of 2011?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;">“Beautiful Boy” by John Lennon. It was the first song we played after Archer was born. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;">15. Compared to this time last year, are you: </span></strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;"></span><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;">– happier or sadder?</span></strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;"> happier<br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Garamond;">– thinner or fatter?</span></strong> Fatter but I’m still working on the baby weight<br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Garamond;">– richer or poorer? </span></strong>Same but 2012 is going to be a more conscious year </span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;">16. What do you wish you’d done more of? </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;">Slept, read more books I wanted to read and took more pictures. </span></strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;"></span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;">17. What do you wish you’d done less of? </span></strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;">Homework, Facebook and eating crap</span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;">18. How did you spend Christmas?</span></strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;">In Albuquerque going to see family in town. </span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;">19. What was your favorite TV program?</span></strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;">True Blood was high on that list. It’s a mixture of the last trimester and strange storyline that makes it stand out. </span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;">20. What were your favorite books of the year?</span></strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;">The Hunger Games trilogy so far, but the movie is going to come out in 2012 so watch out for the band wagon.</span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;">21. What was your favorite music from this year? </span></strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;">I have curated some complex Pandora stations that I listen to daily. Standouts include Carla Bruni, Ellie Golding, Lily Allen and Adele.</span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;">22. What were your favorite films of the year?</span></strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;"></span><br />
<strong><i><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;">Harry Potter Deathly Hallows Part II</span></i></strong><strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"> and <i>Bridesmaids</i></span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;">23. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?</span></strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;">I was 8 months pregnant but I went to the neurologist for llama, had a couples massage and went to PF Changs for dinner with Melissa, Liz, Jessie, Krissy, llama, Ashley and myself. Overall a great birthday!</span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;">24. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?</span></strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;"></span><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;">Going through with my birth plan: no drugs, no IV and free movement. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;">25. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2011?</span></strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;">What would ever go around the preggo heft and then what would fit around the post-preggo aftermath. 2012 will be better in this area. </span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;">26. What kept you sane?</span></strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;"></span><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;">Llama hands down. He talked me down from the scary what if pregnancy ledge many, many times. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;">27. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2011. </span></strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;"></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Garamond;">Anything good is worth the wait. Love will always prevail. Never underestimate the value of a good night’s sleep. </span></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17801776505465270452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820771854511632628.post-18247653142156159022011-08-16T21:49:00.000-06:002011-08-16T21:49:54.627-06:00Archer 1 Month<br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Garamond;">Dear Archer,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Garamond;"> Not a day goes by that my mind is boggled that you are here and I can call you by your name. For 40 long weeks and 5 days, you were an abstract concept that was present and felt but couldn’t be touched, and now that you are here I still find myself waiting to wake up from this dream. However you are real and are not a spector and had anyone told me how my life would be changed forever I don’t think I could or would have believed them. This month has been a steep learning curve for both of us. Oy, I don’t even know where to begin. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Garamond;"> Nursing has been both easy and hard from hour one. You latch like a champ when you are not screaming at 5 am when my boobs are so full of milk and all I want you to do is please latch and make them deflate a little. You like your boobs a little squishy and mine are not that at 5 am. Nipple confusion has also not been a problem as I went back to work a week ago to preserve my sanity and you can bounce between bottle and boob like a seasoned pro although you vastly prefer the boob. You also have a love of the green binki as your oral fixation is still going strong as it was in the womb. Breastfeeding is hard and challenging but worth every time we sit down on the couch topless with the Boppy and watch TV and play Words With Friends on the iPhone, it makes me feel close to you. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Garamond;"> This month was a lot of firsts as well as you had your Bris at your Aunt Crystal’s house. It was close family and friends with the Mohl and Cantor from Congregation Albert. Even before you were born I fretted many nights thinking how much pain you were going to be in when you go circumcised and how I wondered if we were doing the right thing. However, you handled the entire thing way better than your father and I did barely shedding a tear while it was happening on the coffee table. Even Dr. Robinson remarked how well you took it although your Grandma Rosalie feed you enough wine to get you drunk at 7 days old and leave your trouty lips purple for a few days after. I cried the entire ceremony and your father was a lighter shade of pale, but it was beautiful to welcome you into the Jewish faith and share the words that Jews across the world hear with those who weren’t familiar with this tradition. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Garamond;"> This month I also learned that you cannot tolerate any kind of dairy in my milk without projectile vomiting all day over everyone who holds you. So out are the cheese, milk, butter, chocolate, yogurt and any other thing with dairy in it. Do you know how hard it is to eat a baked potato without butter and sour cream? It’s hard but I guess this just starts one of many sacrifices I am going to make for you, plus I feel good off of the diary so it’s win-win all around. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Garamond;"> Last week you started smiling and it melts everyone’s heart when you do it. You can also hold your little bottles with your hands when the timing is just right which makes everyone, including your mother, think that you are a genius. This month you really fit into your cloth diapers, which make your little butt look so cute. Your umbilical cord also fell off around 2 weeks old and onto the floor. We couldn’t find the small shriveled thing, but when we did we choose not to save it as it grossed everyone out, I hope you don’t mind. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Garamond;"> Can we talk about how you pee on everyone and everything? Oy! You have gotten Noni, your dad, Molly and myself a good number of times not to mention the walls! You are a peeing machine to say the least. It is a good thing you love taking baths because between the peeing and smelling like milk farts, you get a bath at night or else people would think you are a well dressed smelly baby and nobody wants that. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Garamond;"> This month also marked the first time you were watched by Grandma Rosalie at her house. She loved every minute of it and when I went to pick you up she wouldn’t let me touch you! Your cousins Anthony and Aaron were there and fell even more in love with you than they already were. When I took you home you did smell like a bad Indian restaurant like an off curry of some sort so a good bad was definitely in order when you got home. Although I cried in my car when your dad loaded you up and drove off, I know she loves you and is happy to have you even when it is hard for me to let you go. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Garamond;">Likes: The birds on your baby swing, being swaddled, the white sound app on my phone being held by everyone, football/spider monkey hold and farting/sharting <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Garamond;">Dislikes: The carseat, napping, wet diapers and being hot a sweaty.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Garamond;">Goals for next month: better napping habits and holding your head up <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Garamond;">Baby Archer you have brought a light into our lives that we never knew was missing, we are thankful you are here everyday even when you are screaming your blonde little head off like you are doing right now. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Garamond;">Love,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM8-Vbm7NzlyeN_EQn-Pg3dXx6pwyP5CdAsx13QsCTEWLj3bpNAzvRfgUb2eibYfsn2VqYFjzEsQEEqDMPWIu5nbsvTGwhAFGwm00mHfYO19cruBCOxqf2R5kqUHH7LPCum60UR3L-neFL/s1600/Archer+1+month+.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM8-Vbm7NzlyeN_EQn-Pg3dXx6pwyP5CdAsx13QsCTEWLj3bpNAzvRfgUb2eibYfsn2VqYFjzEsQEEqDMPWIu5nbsvTGwhAFGwm00mHfYO19cruBCOxqf2R5kqUHH7LPCum60UR3L-neFL/s320/Archer+1+month+.jpg" width="239" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Garamond;">Me your Mom <o:p></o:p></span></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17801776505465270452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820771854511632628.post-16397341522876535502010-12-02T17:26:00.000-07:002010-12-02T17:26:47.943-07:00Target ChairsSo yea the crazy dreams continue. Last night it was llama going on about this chair he wanted to buy at target. Sounds boring I know, but my entire dream was him yaking my ear off about that damn chair. I woke up at 5:30 am and basically yelled at him next to me for keeping me up all night about that stupid chair. Unwarranted I know but it made me feel better.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17801776505465270452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820771854511632628.post-66286870862928593392010-12-01T18:19:00.000-07:002010-12-01T18:19:36.574-07:00MammilianSo I don't know any other way to say this, but I'm pregnant. 8 weeks to be exact and mostly scared shitless. Although we, as in llama and I, knew what we were getting into, kinda, it is still one of the scariest things I have ever done. Yet extremely exciting like a grand science experiment. So far it's been crampy, pukey, my head hurts, I can't sleep and all I want to do is sleep. <br />
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When I do fall asleep the dreams are the most vivid dreams I have ever had in my life that come with a new mode of transportation that is part paddle boat, vespa and 9 volt motor that I had to ascertain from a hoarder with many dogs that bit my arms. Very strange dreams indeed. Sarah Palin also showed up on night and showed me Alaska and somehow we were having a great time.<br />
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So yea, I figured I might as well write all these crazy emotions down now before I wake up and I am 35 with a 10 year old who needs to still print pictures from her hard drive. <br />
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Oh yes I am enforcing the Jewish rule of no baby stuff in the house til the baby is here. Hope I can keep that up.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17801776505465270452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820771854511632628.post-21157841721060935762010-09-17T18:41:00.000-06:002010-09-17T18:41:05.031-06:00Knowing and Doing I used to never believe when people told me it was better to give than receive, I would usually agree on the surface, nodding my head in yes, but knowing deep down I didn't agree.<br />
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I used to think that life was about taking everything that wasn't bolted down to the floor, taking way more than my share and not giving a damn about those in my wake.<br />
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I used to think I was invincible and that people who I thought I really knew and cared for would never hurt me. <br />
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Now I know better, so I do better*.<br />
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Volunteering at the Pres ER has been the most confirming experience of my life. It has reaffirmed my need to go to medical school, become a doctor, give back to my community and evolve as a person. I have to do this, I have no other choice. <br />
It may take me 3 years to get all the pre-reqs done, but I will get there.<br />
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*Oprah of course!Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17801776505465270452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820771854511632628.post-41171740535648857962010-04-21T13:44:00.000-06:002010-04-21T13:44:43.135-06:00What, English isn't a popular major?I stayed up until midnight to register for Fall semester, I was really sleepy and didn't feel good but I did.<br />
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However I didn't need to considering I was the 3rd or 4th person to register for them. I don't understand why no one would like to take:<br />
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<ul><li>Mark Twain</li>
<li>Latin III</li>
<li>Deviant Behavior </li>
<li>Early Shakespeare </li>
<li>Technical Editing </li>
<li>Persuasive Communication </li>
</ul><div>It will be fun! </div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17801776505465270452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820771854511632628.post-51612543902843790072010-04-06T14:41:00.000-06:002010-04-06T14:41:01.715-06:00Today in 20th Century Latin American Art (which is taught by the Dean of Fine Arts @UNM) handed our midterms back. As we went over material that she thought we needed to clarify, she read aloud from the papers that she thought covered the question best, were thought provaking, or just an overall nice piece of writing.<br />
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My palms were sweaty as she went deeper into topics we should have already gotten by week 12 as she drilled the class on concepts.<br />
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Then she began to read from the Midterms.<br />
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After the fourth one mine came up regarding cartography and she read my entire introduction to class. I was elated.<br />
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When she handed them back I saw a 95 for the entire Midterm, 15% of my grade for the class. Going into my research paper and take home final my lowest grade is a 90. Can you believe it?<br />
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Hard work does pay off and getting fired was the best thing to happen to me academically. Finally.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17801776505465270452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820771854511632628.post-67878085195673773272010-04-05T12:03:00.000-06:002010-04-05T12:03:52.607-06:00I just feel out of control and while I try to get a grip on everything, my life, school and bills, I end up feeling little about it. Yes, little. I can't really pinpoint any other words but little. I just got my first parking ticket from UNM for $20 and it put me over the edge.<br />
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</div><div>Adult problems aren't fun. </div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17801776505465270452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820771854511632628.post-86725498983506243822009-11-02T21:36:00.002-07:002009-11-02T21:37:02.647-07:00Long Day with Longer ActionsI really don't want to speak about the events of today, not right now away. Next week or the week after maybe when the dust has settled. <div><br /></div><div>Carry On. More to come. </div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17801776505465270452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820771854511632628.post-12738569593358918972009-11-01T11:09:00.002-07:002009-11-01T11:22:42.667-07:00November 1. here we goPost One, it's oh so fun. <div><br /></div><div>If you haven't already heard, my father passed away on September 13th this year after a very horrible but swift bout with Stage IV Stomach Cancer and since there I have just been trying to keep my reality together. It has been really hard, a hardness that is unimaginable without ever having to go through it. </div><div><br /></div><div>And everyday it's a new day to have to tell myself that he isn't here anymore and I fall apart all over again. It sucks. </div><div><br /></div><div>So I think that writing here everyday for the month of November will make me feel a little bit better. </div><div><br /></div><div>So here I go, wish me luck. </div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17801776505465270452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820771854511632628.post-64743098859165048122009-07-21T16:16:00.004-06:002009-07-21T16:29:43.307-06:00AdultnessThis morning I learned one of my best friends that I have known for 11 years is pregnant with her first baby and is due in March. <div><br /></div><div>Crazy shit, I know, but we aren't little kids anymore. We aren't 16, 18 or even 21. Hell I know more than one person my age with two kids and divorced</div><div><br /></div><div>We are 24 years old heading towards the mark of our first quarter century and most days I tend to forget that. </div><div><br /></div><div>We are grown adults according to our number and yet I still feel like a little kid asking my parents for gas money. Perhaps it's because I have been in the same work/college gig for the last four years. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div>But I look again down at our age and it proudly defeats any reservations I have about adulthood. This is it kids and most days go by without acknowledging it, but there are days like today. Days that force me to look around and see that we aren't kids anymore. We aren't teenagers. We are adults and it makes me scared shitless. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm not going to go into this long diatribe about how ill prepared she and her boyfriend are, but really is anyone prepared for a kid? </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm not going to go into how I am so scared for her to face this big challenge ahead of her with a college education or a myriad of other boxes that should have been checked off before she got to this spot. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm not going to lecture about how she wasn't on birth control and knowingly knew this could have happened. Maybe she wanted it to happen. </div><div><br /></div><div>No, this is me freaking the hell out about how the only thing that is constant is change and it took this event to push me over the edge. I am overwhelmed with being an adult and there is nothing I can do about it. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17801776505465270452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820771854511632628.post-25301003904302324412009-06-26T22:06:00.002-06:002009-06-26T22:15:31.218-06:00Well Howdy!It's been far too long, I know, but I have a great excuse. <div><br /></div><div>OK, not really. </div><div><br /></div><div>I have just been busy meaning to update my forgotten blog with something, anything. Alas, I just have to buckle down, after all I am an English major so you would think that I enjoy writing or something. I would give you the old excuses you know how I have been so busy and I was meaning to call but my cat got stuck in the dryer yadda yadda yadda. Truth is, I really don't know what has been up with me. </div><div><br /></div><div>I have lost my passion and am slowly crawling back to it without really knowing what "it" is. I mean I have a wonderful boyfriend, llama, who I live with and spend many wonderful nights with. I have a great job and am sooo close to being done with my degree that I almost don't know what to do with myself. But something is missing and I think that it's on the Jewish front. I haven't been to Congregation Albert in months and my only spiritual actions (or lack there of) are in the form of Kaballah e-mails that I barely skim. </div><div><br /></div><div>I am missing the light, craving the light, and it's only thru writing this have I realized that. Gotta get back to the light. </div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17801776505465270452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820771854511632628.post-82546698567037015512009-01-03T14:55:00.006-07:002009-01-03T15:36:09.242-07:00Oh Teenage HopesI saw him as I was walking past Express in Coronado Mall just a few minutes ago and immediately recognized him. Not trying to look like a total stalker, I made my way through the door and scurried to the woman's side. <div><br /></div><div>I was sweaty at this point. </div><div><br /></div><div>I couldn't keep my eyes off him as he walked over to her (her being his girlfriend/fiance) and green swelled upon me. "It's been 5 years since our last encounter," I thought to myself, "why can't I just let him go?" But I was determined to talk to him, yearning would be a better word and I wasn't leaving until I did. Checking my bangs in the mirror, I was thankful to myself that I had put make-up on this morning and didn't walk out of the house looking too homeless. Taking a big breath I saw my opportunity and walked up behind him.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Hey stranger, long time no see," I said as he turned around to see me.</div><div><br /></div><div>It was in that moment that I saw in his eyes our past-the drama from our teen years, his friends, my friends, tattoos, misplaced nipple rings, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Chasing Amy</span>, watching Cartoon Network at 2am, those ridiculous rims on his white truck, Petsmart, weddings in Hawaii, his grandparents house on that one street, and the promises we made to one another- and I knew that this was it, I had to let him go; I grew out of all the hope I had for us. </div><div><br /></div><div>We made small talk he mentioned his mom got married, his sister is legal now, and he lives in Rio Rancho again. I think I said something about graduating and getting my neck pierced (how this is even relevant makes no sense to me either) and how old we are. I hate small talk. </div><div><br /></div><div>He couldn't take his eyes off me and I reveled in the glow of just being seen by him again. </div><div><br /></div><div>I should have told him how I always think about him on his birthday, how I cannot see a Kevin Smith movie without wondering how he would rank it, or how after all these years I still have the picture you made me and it makes me smile. </div><div> </div><div>I wanted to scream at him how mad I was when he never came back to me and fell off the face of the Earth. How I wanted to find him and searched Facebook, MySpace, and Google stalked him but still couldn't. </div><div><br /></div><div>I wanted to tell him how sorry I was to write him that letter 2 years ago basically begging him to take me back and forget his girlfriend and yet thankful he never replied. </div><div><br /></div><div>But most of all I just wanted to tell him thank you for all the hours, days, weeks, years that he was a big part of my life. I know we were never officially together-the timing was never right- but Dustin holds a very dear place in my heart. So I set you free Dustin Bookout and when I think back at my 17 year old self I will always see you next to me in your white truck with your D hat on and your intense shoe collection.</div><div><br /></div><div> Thank you for making my life exciting while you were in it and good luck with that girl. </div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17801776505465270452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820771854511632628.post-77865240778480524842008-10-08T13:25:00.002-06:002008-10-08T13:31:29.911-06:00Cock Blocking and Other GoodiesThese are the recent events that I could blog about:<div><ul><li>How I was cock blocked at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Rosh</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Hoshana</span> <br /></li><li>My crazy photography project that is due on Saturday </li><li>The annoying high school kids that were in front of me </li><li>How I lost an entire roll even after outside <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">processing thus setting me back a few day</span></li><li>I have an eye infection and it's super sexy </li><li>How my brother is getting married today to Gaylen, I am going to have a brother in law! </li></ul><div>But I am just going to say I leave for New York in one week and so freaking excited it hurts. But I have so much to do in between then and now so you won't hear much from me except on twitter. </div></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17801776505465270452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820771854511632628.post-61615587359693566722008-09-29T13:18:00.002-06:002008-09-29T13:28:35.262-06:005769Sundown starts the year of 5769 in the Jewish calendar and since this is my first Rosh Hashanah I thought I would sit down and put out into the universe the things I would like to accomplish:<div><ul><li>Travel-so far on the horizon is NYC in October, New Years in California and Mexico with my brother, Austin for spring break in March 2009, wedding in Chicago in May 2009, and then Europe for Summer in 2009. </li><li>Read more than I have been</li><li>Meet new people and maybe find someone to date. But like big kid date, none of this hanging out going no where. I want a real tangible relationship with someone I care about.</li><li>Test my boundaries physically (maybe I'll start small with a 5k or something), creatively (more photography) and emotionally. I really want to see how powerful the mind is.</li></ul><div>That's all I have so far. I wish you are yours a happy 5769 l'shanna tov! </div></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17801776505465270452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820771854511632628.post-27243603982163036852008-09-26T10:39:00.001-06:002008-09-26T10:45:35.927-06:00You Know Who You Are,I just need to comment on a few things from last night. When you called and asked me to come over because you want to talk to me, I agreed and then proceeded to drive 35 mins out of my way. So when I get there and you are asleep it is annoying. Then when I try to wake up, you tell me how awful I am, seriously not too fun at 12:15 in the morning. Oh well I made you move over and fell asleep next to you. <div><br /></div><div>So you must understand the shock when I wake up an hour later and find that you are naked next to me, WTF? I'm sorry, but that freaks a girl out ya know? <div><br /></div><div>Then when I wake up three hours later, you are gone and I am sleeping in this strange place all alone. Again WTF?</div><div><br /></div><div> I am sorry but you are so lame it hurts. </div></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17801776505465270452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820771854511632628.post-3786264101939155002008-09-14T20:16:00.005-06:002008-09-14T21:05:09.181-06:00Manic NomadEvery week I get the Pottery Barn e-mail showing me what my life could be if I only settled down and made a home. My current state is nomadic, it sounds better than homeless, and it's on my own doing. For years I have had somewhere to put my stuff, living out of two rooms (bedroom and bathroom) spending rent month after month for something I didn't enjoy. It was lonely, I'll admit it and after the ex left me in an empty space for the duration of the lease I vowed next time it would be different. I hated every minute of it, living alone and being miserable in a place that I wanted to share.<br /><br />When I was 18 I bought a house, I never really lived there though. I know it's strange. When it was being built I had grand plans for sectional sofas, framed art, and coffee tables-it never materialized into something. I had my stuff there and my roommates gladly threw parties where I would stumble upon the aftermath and Liz sleeping in my bed. I slept and stayed with another ex at his house in his space and gleefully submitted to his domicile. Playing house in other's houses was a fetish of mine. But time pressed on and I walked away from that boy and another boy entered my life that ended up breaking my heart (whine whine whine I know). Then I moved out and my Aunt moved in and that was the last time I lived or will live in that house.<br /><br />To make a long story short, I recently put my entire life in storage everything but clothes, shoes, make up, and essential books packed up. And my goodness I feel so free. So now I have nothing but clothes and travel planes on my agenda, doing what I want to do. So as I sleep bouncing from friend's to parents to bosses spare bed rooms, living out of my car, and doing my make up at my desk on my Mac isight I feel this is where I need to be.<br /><br />So as I am 31 days away leaving for New York, I realize I don't really need anything. No dish sets, couches, end tables, lamps, pots, pans, or bedroom sets. I need to travel, to look at art, meet new people, sleep on random couches, and get lost. By getting rid of everything I am finding myself-and it feels amazing.<br /><br />Next stop NYC, Mexico for New Year's, Chicago in May, and Europe in the summer. And as Frank is stuck in my head, my new mantra is, "The best is yet to come and wont it be fine..." Oh yes Frank the best is yet to come and it will be fine. Oh so fine.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17801776505465270452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820771854511632628.post-86181424350998254502008-09-02T11:10:00.000-06:002008-09-02T11:11:13.517-06:00I need someone who wants to lay in bed with me naked listening to Eric Clapton. <div><br /></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17801776505465270452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820771854511632628.post-52682916815255069902008-08-29T13:55:00.004-06:002008-08-29T14:12:13.313-06:00Honest FridayFor the last two Friday's my assistant and I post on the white board what we like to call "Honest Fridays." It's kind of like post secret but just between the two of us and it really helps. This is what my entry looks like:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiVYvuKJyNDcP8Farq8tUXjcuACSbdawNTs1K3eDYBltLFiZGyRK-pUG8cySkW_IoP7qlxdSzzZ6bIDlYRByPObYuga-hg5n9enxENacexMtdD2Re5dlrKRxf5bStd-Kn7yrM8B19hUgl7/s1600-h/IMG00343.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiVYvuKJyNDcP8Farq8tUXjcuACSbdawNTs1K3eDYBltLFiZGyRK-pUG8cySkW_IoP7qlxdSzzZ6bIDlYRByPObYuga-hg5n9enxENacexMtdD2Re5dlrKRxf5bStd-Kn7yrM8B19hUgl7/s320/IMG00343.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240033236883201794" /></a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>We're geeks we know, but we look forward to it every week. </div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17801776505465270452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820771854511632628.post-20594699579505428252008-08-29T13:33:00.002-06:002008-08-29T13:36:55.726-06:00DuhYou know when you find a band and you ask yourself, "Where have you been all my life?" And then when you tell other people about the awesome band they reply, "Umm yea, they have been out for like 5 years. All the cool indie loving peeps love them," and then you feel stupid? Well that just happened to me with the ever cool Indie Canadian band <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Stars</span>. OMG, I heart them so. Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17801776505465270452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5820771854511632628.post-29820805022159170972008-08-26T11:59:00.002-06:002008-08-26T12:14:59.842-06:00School DaysI am so excited that I am back in school now. Yes, summer was fun working all day and reading fun books at night, but it's time to finish up my BFA so I can find my Jewish doctor. I have only went to one class so far, my class line up is super strange this semester, I can see the end in sight and my God it's beautiful. <div><br /></div><div>I had a bunch of funny things I saw yesterday like:</div><div><ul><li>The Short Shorts: girls I can see your labia and it's not pretty, just wanted to let you know</li><li>Two different Russians told me to not learn Russian or ever go to Russia. It broke my spirit of becoming a Russian spy/femme fatal. Damn them! </li><li>The worst tattoo in the history of the world- this girl of maybe 18 years old had "final fantasy" on her chest in the same font that is on the box. It was awful and she was a somewhat pretty girl. </li><li>My European Art history teacher is the coolest lady who just got back from spending 2 years in Rome and get this-she pronounced all the French artists correctly! It's such a pet peeve of mine when teachers mispronounce French surnames. </li></ul><div>Aw the first day of school and all the little one's who this is their first year at college, I feel old and like a mama bear at the same time. But I have to keep reminding myself that this is the last Fall semester I will attend as an undergrad and it makes me sad just a little. On the other hand I am so excited to be learning again and to be around people with similar academic interests as me. Yesterday I had to stop myself from screaming at random class mates, "I love Art History! And you might possible do too and that is so cool!" </div><div><br /></div><div>Well that's all I have right now, today is Greek Philosophy and my Jewish class I start tonight, I love school! </div></div>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17801776505465270452noreply@blogger.com