I'm old. Apparently.
Me: I mean, I'm 26, almost 27.
Katie: You're almost 27?! Whoa. That is so old.
Me: Gee, thanks Katie.
Katie: Wow. When we go out for your birthday, it's going to have to be an early night.
Me: Ha. Ha. Laugh it up.
Katie: 27?! That just sounds so old. You're in your late twenties now.
Me: Are you trying to make me want to kill myself?
Katie: No, Sarah, just look on the bright side: a lot of people in their late twenties have already been married and divorced. At least you're not divorced.
Me: Good point. This is definitely making me feel better.
Katie: It should. You haven't had to pay for a divorce lawyer or anything. Think of the money you've saved.
Me: I don't know why I hadn't looked at it this way before. Thank you.
Katie: You're welcome. Now, have you thought about freezing your eggs?
Well, the hunting trip is over and there were no deer fatalities. Actually, “hunting” when nothing dies is kind of fun. It basically involved Everett and I sitting for about two hours and talking very, very quietly. Unfortunately, in the first five minutes of the trip Everett spotted four large dogs coming out of some woods near our house and heading towards the house. He made several crude...
I hate guns. I’m not particularly afraid of them and I understand that they are helpful weapons in war. But I hate the idea of civilians owning guns. Truthfully, I’d be totally fine with tossing out the second amendment completely. This is probably the only matter on which I lean further left than my brother. Which is why today he is going hunting with a rifle. I will be accompanying...
Well, I’m home in the land of the world’s slowest internet so there’s a chance my blog entries could decrease significantly over the next several days. There’s also a chance there could be a dramatic increase because there’s a serious lack of things to do in said land. I spent the better part of my morning at Super Wal-Mart though, which was exciting. And I plan to...
WIRED Article →
This is an interesting article and subject matter, but in my opinion what makes this piece REALLY good is the writing—particularly the lead. Oh to be able to do that.
I want to go here. →
Obviously, I’m poor and live in America so this will probably never happen. But how cool does it look?
Thailand in Crisis →
This is insane.
All celebrity interviews should be this funny.
I am OBSESSED →
This LOST montage/Fray video makes me ridiculously excited for January 21st. I CANNOT wait.
Oh. My. Word.
Well, this is it. The last time I am EVER going to deal with a dog in heat. Rosie has officially become the world’s most sexually charged animal. Like, I actually feel guilty that she’s not getting any action, because wow does she want it. If there were such a thing as canine contraceptives, I’d be happily dropping Rosie off for date night with the poodle next door right...
ideasarelikestars Rules: - Choose a singer/band/group - Answer the following using ONLY titles of songs by that singer/band/group Band: Nelly 1. Are you male or female? Thicky Thick Girl 2. Describe yourself. Solo Shaker, Money Maker 3. What do people feel when they’re around you? Luven Me 4. How would you describe your previous relationship? Ready to Blow 5. Describe your current...
I am a serious struggle today. I just had a meeting with a PR person and the entire time I kept thinking “I wonder if she notices my chipped nail polish.” Then, I got back from the meeting and looked in the mirror and realized there was no way she could have noticed the nail polish, because that would have involved being distracted from my ridiculous hair. Seriously, you would think that I...
I have some thoughts today. Here they are in no particular order: I would like for the government to bail me out. I don’t really get all this “bailout” stuff except that it basically means that the government gives ridiculous amounts of money to companies that need it. I need money. Actually, I need $207.53 for my current car insurance bill. I wonder how exactly I could get the government to...
For the love →
So a few days ago my friend Ethan showed me this site. I’m not sure I can be friends with him anymore because he has now introduced the world’s most frustrating game into my life. Seriously. I can’t do it. But I want to so bad. I will conquer this game. And when I do, you can be certain it is because I have wasted hours of my life in my attempts.
Me: Whoa. It is really freaking cold!!
Katie: Yeah. I really cannot imagine being a prostitute in this weather. I'm not even sure it'd be worth it.
Me: Yeah. Probably not worth it.
More photos from Congo. →
Easily the most disturbing thing about this article is the sheer percentage of men polled who actually had mistresses. I mean, really guys? Geez. Not cheating on your wife is really NOT THAT HARD. You are wealthy, wealthy men. Find other ways to entertain yourself. May I suggest taking up kite boarding?
A little over a year ago I decided to give up a long time addiction to Diet Coke. And, well, that ranks up there among some of the hardest things I’ve ever done. I was at the beach with my family for a week and on the very first morning, as I cracked open my first Diet Coke to sip on the back porch around 9 a.m., my parents held what can only be described as an intervention. They told me I had a...
Where can I get one of these?! →
(thanks Ethan for the link)
Some people are born creative. And I mean really creative. Not like my version of creative, which included using periwinkle vines and magnolia leaves to make some really sweet looking arrow holders for my arrows made from forsythia branches when I pretended to be an Indian* as a child. That’s as creative as I get. But I mean like people who look at colors and think something other than “that’s...
Oh, what’s that? It’s Thursday and you want to know what you should be doing in Charlotte this weekend? (Ok, I realize I just alienated half my readers as, well, most of you don’t live anywhere close to Charlotte.) But, if per chance you do live in Charlotte—or if you just feel like reading witty city event commentary—may I recommend my other blog? Jenn, per usual, wrote up...
Photos in Congo →
I’ve been reading a lot about Congo in recent weeks. And honestly, every article seems more depressing than the one before it. Today, I was looking at some photos on CNN’s website and came across these that they titled “Refugees find smiles despite pain.” I thought that was a really cheesy headline, but decided to check out the photos anyway. I don’t know what I expected when I looked at these,...
I hate to do this. I’ve been putting it off. But, well, I have something negative to say about Chick-Fil-A. I know, you’d never expect this of me. After all, I’m a devoted chicken biscuit eater, Cow Appreciation Day celebrat-er, and all around lover of Chick-Fil-A. But this latest development in their service has pushed me over the edge. You see, there’s a Chick-Fil-A about two blocks from...
I just learned about Parkour, an activity in which you’re supposed to move from one point to another as efficiently and quickly as possible. It’s kind of like gymnastics meets The Matrix meets martial arts meet people running away from bad guys in movies. And it’s a French thing. It’s kind of a sport. But it doesn’t have any rules. People who do it are called traceurs or traceuses. Weird,...
ideasarelikestars: Bold the ones you’ve done. 01. Bought everyone in the bar a drink 02. Swam with dolphins 03. Climbed a mountain 04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive 05. Been inside the Great Pyramid 06. Held a tarantula 07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone 08. Said “I love you” and meant it 09. Hugged a tree 10. Bungee jumped 11. Visited Paris 12. Watched a lightning storm at sea 13....
Lil Wayne is coming to Charlotte →
I would like to go to this concert. But probably not alone. So, feel free to volunteer to come with me.
Tell me this photo doesn't make you want a bulldog →
and I will tell you that you are crazy. The only thing I wish I had more than dachshund puppies are bulldog puppies. I mean, I really want a bulldog. I would name him Shakespeare. And then I would go for walks with my dachshund and bulldog and we would look like a walking circus. Oh, to dream.
The Raging Silence →
Another really well written and reported article that won a bunch of awards last year. Totally and completely heartbreaking, but I think worth reading.
NY Mag Gossip Recap →
I’m just going to start linking to this every Tuesday. Because, well, it’s the best thing on the internet right now. I didn’t watch the show last night and probably won’t have time to for another few days. But that doesn’t matter. Their recaps are better than the actual show anyway.
Pirates off Somalia →
Once, in Australia, Everett, Laura and I took a cab and our driver was from Somalia. Laura and I, who at this point in the trip had decided we were never coming home (I believe our plan was to either fly to Marrakesh post Beijing or take the train to Moscow) eagerly said that we’d like to go to Somalia. Our driver laughed. And Everett told us that we were idiots. Everett actually told us...
Bacon Ice Cream →
Now, I have some hesitations about this. Partially because I strongly suspect that my cholesterol is high and the only reason I don’t know this is because I haven’t been to the doctor in like a million years. But also because bacon tastes greasy and while I love greasy, I don’t like greasy ice cream. But I’ll be the first to admit, I’m intrigued. And not just...
The Teenager & the Porn Star →
So this piece ran in Los Angeles magazine a few years ago and won a bunch of awards. It’s super disturbing, but the writing and reporting is impressive. Unfortunately, this link doesn’t offer photos, which are equally disturbing because it gives you a good idea of how young 18 actually is.
I was looking at a calendar today and realized that at this point I know what I’m doing every weekend until the end of the year. And since I tend to measure my time in weekends, that made my year suddenly feel very short. Which, in turn, made me very, very sad. Why, you may ask? Well, because truthfully, 2008 has been my favorite year of my life so far. And I didn’t even group years under...
I give up. For the longest time, I thought I liked cooking, but I’ve finally come to the conclusion, that that’s just not true. I like eating. Cooking though, just isn’t my thing. Maybe one day, if I do the whole marriage and family thing, I’ll enjoy cooking more, but I have my suspicions that I could just be lying to myself about that. The thing is, every few weeks I go to the grocery store...
I want to hate it but it just makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside. - one of my co-workers this morning, talking about the Christmas music ALREADY playing on the radio in our office. It’s so true. I want to be all grinchy and irritated that they’re playing Christmas music already, but really, all I want to do is sing along to Chesnuts Roasting on an Open Fire. Which, apparently, is...
Random thought for Saturday...
well… actually, it’s Sunday now. Taxis are a strange thing. Like, people often take them when they’re not at, um, full mental capacity. And basically, they are just random cars driven by guys from random African countries. So, why the comfort level with hopping in them? Tonight, we rode with Mac from Senegal and David from Ghana. David didn’t even have a taxi sign on...
Tears to Remember →
I’m a week late on seeing this column, but it’s good. So I thought I’d share it.
Win some stuff →
I have contests on my other blog (that I write with Jenn) about once a week. I’ve been a slacker lately, but they’re coming back now so keep an eye out. And send me entries.
Today I sent an email to my parents and brother with a photo of a potential suitor for Rosie. All I said in the email was “Thoughts?” I think that their responses reveal a lot about my family. These are them in their entirety below. My mom: He’s really pretty, but how could you let him do that to Rosie? My dad: She is already taken. Sincerely, Uncle Isaac (as in the family golden...
Last night around 11 I heard some suspicious noises coming from my back door. I listened carefully for a minute and then crept slowly through my dark house in my nightshirt to check out what was going on. The door, which is in my kitchen, has a window in it so I slowly peered around the corner and then quickly flipped on the light switch in the kitchen so as to scare off any intruder. The...
I do not have any money so am sending you this... →
(via ethancushing) I laughed so hard I cried.
Last night I dropped Rosie off at her grandparents’ house for the weekend. (On a side note: As often as I drop my dog off with my parents now that I’ve moved back to NC, it strikes me that if I ever have children, I want to live close to my parents. Because I plan on dropping them like every weekend.) Anyway, as I left the house a black cat ran directly across the driveway. As in, “it crossed...
My Random Thought for the Day
(Interestingly enough, this post isn’t about dachshunds.) Ok, so yesterday I recieved an invitation to an event at a bar/club that prefaced itself by saying it was “Ladies Night.” Immediately, without looking at anything else to do with the invitation, I knew I wasn’t going. Why, you may ask? Well, because when I hear the words “Ladies Night” I think of...