Brown-Eyed Girl...

I just changed my profile picture.

I've been accused of false advertising by having my luxurious long hair (that became no-more in August '08) in my profile picture.

Okay, well Chris is really the only person that has said anything about it, but still...I like to make my friends happy.

So there you have it. A new picture. Do with it what you will.

NO MALLOWS?!?!?!?

I came downstairs this morning really craving some Lucky Charms (because they are magically delicious). I knew that Sam had raided the box on Thursday night, because I had woke up on Friday morning and found a few random charms on the floor. I looked in the cabinet and laughed pretty hard when I saw that the box was half gone and written on it was "GARY DID IT!!!".
When I saw that, I figured that she had just eaten half the box. This morning I came downstairs, poured a bowl and was horrified. Sam didn't just eat Lucky Charms, she went through the entire box and took out all of the marshmallows. Who eats Lucky Charms for the healthy-ish pieces?? No one. They may as well make a "Oops! All Marshmallows!" box of Lucky Charms.
Needless to say, I poured the bowl back in the box and poured myself a bowl of Rice Krispies. I'm going to be honest...it wasn't nearly as magically delicious. I'm kind of glad that Sam doesn't read my blog, well...EVER (because she's a busy mom who has time to pick every marshmallow out of a box of Lucky Charms, not because she hates me). She would probably make me delete this post.

Next subject! Last night...
Matt Wertz (sometimes referred to as "Wertzy" by, well, just my friends) was in town. Chris, Julie, and I had gotten to the Neighborhood Theatre pretty early because we were quite sure that there would be a line. Yeah...there wasn't a line. At all.
So we got in the doors at 8 and had our choice of seats. We chose the 5 seats against the wall, closest to the stage. Great show, blah, blah, blah....but I met a boy. Well, that sounds better than it actually was. He was the bouncer/security guard and I'm pretty sure he thought I was flirting to get us backstage (yeah, maybe I was...so what??). Oh, well...his friend got me a bottled water. What more could you ask for? Oh, yeah...to actually get backstage.
So this ex-ballet dancer is telling me about his life (I didn't know him well enough to tell him that I find smoking utterly disgusting and didn't understand why he told me that he's a smoker, like that's a good thing...) and he looked at me and said, "Contrary to what your friends and family say, you're a beautiful woman."
I must have shot him the most shocked look, because he quickly rebutted with, "Oh! That did not come out right...uhh, okay..."
Dictionary.com time!!!

con⋅trar⋅y   [kon-trer-ee; for 5 also kuhn-trair-ee] Show IPA adjective, noun, plural -trar⋅ies, adverb
–adjective
1. opposite in nature or character; diametrically or mutually opposed: contrary to fact; contrary propositions.
2. opposite in direction or position: departures in contrary directions.
3. being the opposite one of two: I will make the contrary choice.


First. How does he know what my friends/family are saying about me/my looks?

Second. Even if he DID know what my friends/family are saying...why would he tell me that he's going against everything they are saying by telling me that I'm beautiful?

Hmmmm....warm fuzzies all around.

I do feel a little bad that Mike and Thomas were asked to move away from me by Alex (the bouncer guy). I think he thought he was helping. He had been keeping a path open for me so that no one blocked my view of the performance. I'm not sure he knew that Mike and Thomas are my friends and if my view is going to be blocked by anyone, I hope it's my friends.


Alright. I'm watching Vh1 Top 20 Countdown like I do every Saturday morning and there is a brand new Jamie Foxx video. He obviously used his celebrity status to get other celebrities in his rap video. You know, celebrities like Jake Gyllenhaal, Forest Whitaker, Samuel L. Jackson....and Ron Howard.
What is Ron Howard doing in a rap video???

Youtube won't let me embed it (you know how I heart embedding videos on my blog), but if you want to check it out, go here (you only have to watch the first 46 seconds to experience all of the weirdness)....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UYc875zkDxg

And yes, Jamie...I do blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-al-cohol...

Last week I said something about how I may love Carolina Liar. I really think I do now. Here you go...


Does anyone ever watch this videos I post? No???

Oh, well...that's cool.

Sam is scared that Will will become Rod Blagojevich...

Thoughts? Comments? Concerns?

I guess it could always be worse...

I said I would give my red hair one week. I couldn't take it. 

At about 4 this afternoon, I had a moment at work. I had just sat through a 4 hour meeting and thought I was going to pull my hair out, so I told everyone that I had to go to the bathroom (I like to announce my bathroom breaks at work....one of my numerous lovable quirks). I stood in the bathroom, looking in the mirror for what seemed like 10 minutes and thought I was going to scream. Red?? RED?!?!?! WHAT was I thinking!?!?

This feeling of disgust may have felt a bit stronger due to the fact that I had a really (really, really, really, really) bad day, but still. WHAT. WAS. I. THINKING!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

So, this is my attempt to say thanks...

Thanks for not fully making fun of me during my 6 day stint as a redhead. I really appreciate it.

Oh, and just a life lesson that I re-learned today...

When you think you've had a bad day, DON'T think that it can't get worse. It always will. 

How's that for dramatic??

Classic Sarah.

This guy has a point.

Something must be happening next door.

My random....RANDOM...thoughts of the morning...

I say that something must be happening next door because I actually just heard something slam against the wall. If I were a good neighbor, I'd go see if everything was okay. Sad thing is, I only made a mental note of the time (8:54 AM), in case dead bodies are found and I have to tell the cops something. 

I'm watching VH1 Top 20 Countdown right now. Props to Matt Nathanson for rockin' at #17 this week between The Ting Tings and Lily Allen (oh, Lily, I'm sorry that you're so tragic these days...). The new You Oughta Know artist is Carolina Liar. Being the kind of gal that loves music the first time she hears it (I didn't know this about myself until Julie pointed it out), I think I may love Carolina Liar. I'll let you know.

One more Top 20 Countdown thought...the Pussycat Dolls should not be allowed to be a group. I actually almost wrote that they shouldn't be allowed to be a band, but who are we kidding? They don't play anything. Some people may say that my disdain for the Pussycat Dolls must me rooted in jealousy, but really it's not. Well, I don't think it is....is it???

I hate that during the week it's impossible to wake up, but on the weekends (when I actually can sleep in) I'm up at 6:30. Ridiculous. 

I freaking went fell asleep last night around 2am and I definitely should be more tired than I am. Whatever.

So I dyed my hair yesterday. I know, I know....SHOCKER. Emily pointed out that I do this every 6 months or so and honestly, I'm still not sure how I feel about it. When I walked into Chris' house last night he said, "I like your hair" and then followed that comment up with, "Did you do it yourself?"

I'm really not sure if "Did you do it yourself?" is a good question. Generally, you don't want your hair to look like you went nuts with a box of $4 hair color (which is exactly what I did). I'm going to give my red hair one week...if it doesn't grow on me by then, I'll be writing about "Fun With Dark Brown Hair Color!" next weekend. 

Hmmmm....Julie is so right. I DO love songs the first time that I hear them. But really, what's NOT to love about this song???

Okay. I've got to stop writing and start eating. My stomach is a bit angry at me (I'm assuming, since it's growling pretty loud right now), so I need to have a breakfast-type appetizer. It needs to be an appetizer since Julie and Chris will be here in an hour to have some donut making fun. 

Mmmmm....donuts.

Oh. And I've been told that I am talking too much about the show Tough Love. So....

Tough Love.

There...I just had to mention it.

Maybe I WANT fries...

Last night I went to Chili's in Gastonia with some work friends for a pseudo-mini bachelorette party. All day I had been looking forward to those new mini buffalo chicken crisper sandwiches. Well, all day until it was pointed out that my favorite item on the menu is 1700 calories. Seriously. It's four baby sandwiches. I don't think straight lard has that many calories. Seeing that my one favorite thing is 150 calories more than my max caloric intake should be in a day, I decided to go with the grilled buffalo chicken sandwich on the Guiltless Grill (that Guiltless Grill was made for people like me who carry around a lot of guilt, I guess).

So...I was prepared when the waitress came around. It's best if I just give you our exchange:

Me: I'll have the buffalo chicken sandwich, but instead of the side of vegetables, I'd like fries.
Waitress: Ummm...you want the buffalo chicken sandwich on the Guiltless Grill?
Me: Yes.
Waitress: But you want to substitute fries for your veggies??
Me: Yes, please.
Waitress: With your sandwich off of the Guiltless Grill???
Me: Exactly.
Waitress: Ummm...okay....
Me: Oh! And can I please have some ranch dressing on the side??
Waitress: *blank stare*

Did I really need judgement from the waitress at Chili's? No.
Do I care that she judged me? Well, not so much anymore, I guess.
Am I excited that I got chips and salsa to go? Heck yes, I am!
Should I have tried to finish all of the sandwich AND fries, just to spite her? Probably not...my poor plate looked like a disaster of carbohydrates after I decided that the bread just wasn't worth eating...If. I. Can. Just. Get. Down. The. Chicken. *enter large sigh here*

Moral of the story: Stop smoking. You smell.


(I realize that the "moral of the story" doesn't really go along with "the story", but it was on my mind and I didn't really have a real "moral".)