The Big Picture just got even more awesome →
The photos this time are all interactive—click on them and the lights fade. The 6-year-old in me really loves this.
Today, I went on a first date with a guy I don’t know very well. He told me to dress in formal attire so I assumed he was taking me to a nice dinner. He took me to his brothers wedding, and introduced me as “the one” to his entire family. FML So, this is my favorite FML ever. Ever. Not because it’s really all that bad. (I mean, seriously, some of the stuff people put on that blog is out...
Writing is a form of therapy. Sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write,...– Graham Greene (via psychotherapy) (via quote-book)
Our conversations don't even qualify as...
This was all said consecutively. I don't think anyone would call us good listeners.
Katie: So when I was listening to the Avett brothers when they were on NPR from SXSW, it was sad because they had to cut like three songs.
Me: "Speaking of bourbon, my birthday is in August." I just remembered you saying that last night.
Laura: I think my favorite meal was in Belize when that fat woman cooked that chicken for us.
Laura is a Genius
As Laura and I were driving back from the Y today, she reached across from the passenger seat and slammed my mouth shut as I drove.
Laura: What percentage of the day would you say your mouth is open?
Me: Good question. I'd guess 85%.
Laura: I'd guess 90%. Yeah, I'm going to go with that. I mean, it's open when you sleep.
Me: Could be.
Laura: (Gasp) I've figured out why you're sick all the time! It's because your mouth is open all the time and catching all those germs.
Me: Thanks Dr. Laura.
If you can't beat 'em...
I think I might have lived in this neighborhood too long. Last night I got home kind of late. I actually don’t recall exactly what time it was, but I’m going to go with 2 a.m. because that seems like a fairly reasonable guess. So, at 2 a.m. a cab dropped off me and three of my friends in front of my house. Just as we were getting out of the cab—like, literally, we’d only just...
Facebook is like ‘Cheers,’ where everyone knows your name. Twitter is the...– Annie Colbert, a 26-year-old freelance writer from Chicago who is one of Mr. Kawasaki’s ghost Twitterers (via azspot)
T.I. is Going to Prison →
That’s right. It’s a sad day. Clifford Harris’ day to head off to the big house has finally arrived. I’m pretty sad about this as it means a serious dearth of new TI for the next year (and one day, apparently). There are lessons to be learned here: 1) Don’t try to buy automatic weapons and silencers. Especially if you happen to be a convicted felon. 2) Assume...
To Own a Dragon by Donald Miller So, I feel I should start this post off with a disclaimer: I love Donald Miller. It took me a long time to read his most famous book, Blue Like Jazz, but I had this weird thing about two years ago where I kept seeing it everywhere and so I finally read it. And then reread it. And then realized that if I could ever be a published author, this was EXACTLY the kind...
Katie: Crosland is a good strong name, you could name always name a kid Crosland.
Me: Hmm... that had never occurred to me.
Katie: You should do it. I have thought about using Weller but I don't think it can really work.
Me: I think Weller would be a cute boy's name. I'd date a Weller. And if you have him soon enough, I just might do that.
Katie: Thanks Sarah. I'll get on that this weekend
I live in a house. Have I mentioned this before? Anyway, so, my house, in addition to rats, hoodlums, and the combination of the two (hood rats), has a backyard. That was actually what sold me on it. A nice, big fenced in area, perfect for the world’s wildest dachshund. However, I slightly regret this choice. Not because it hasn’t been anything less than a godsend for said dachshund (I open the...
I hate email a little.
It’s 5 p.m. On my work email today I have recieved 92 emails. (I usually don’t count, but I was in a counting mood today.) I’ve sent 56 emails. Wondering how many articles I’ve written? Zero. Or edited? Zero. Email sucks the life out of me. It’s like Twitter in that sense. I have a real love/hate relationship with it. (Not with Twitter. I’m still in the...
I have been in two weddings in the last week. (This includes a total of one wedding beach party, three wedding brunches, two rehearsals, two rehearsal dinners, two beautiful ceremonies, two incredible receptions, and two Saturday nights that turned into very early Sunday mornings that involved me making some very regrettable “late night” food choices.) In the last week I have had three people...
On the Road by Jack Kerouac So good. Read it. That could actually be all I write in this “review,” but I suppose I can elaborate a little. I loved this book. Partially because I love the way Kerouac writes and partially because basically my dream in life is to be a nomadic wanderer, happy to sleep every night under a different sky and spend my days discussing life with those whose paths cross...
That’s right. We made a video. Of us saying congratulations. And looking REALLY cool. This one’s for you Bon.
Scenes from the Recession →
(via genevieveclare) Such a good site.
As anyone who has read this blog, well, ever, knows, I’m a generally positive person. Well, that’s not entirely true. This is a generally positive blog. Ok, that’s true. Anyway, I tend to not complain on here. I save my complaining for my friends and/or my dachshund. With my friends said complaining is generally done over my third gin and tonic on a Friday night and usually...
Whenever I’m feeling sad and really want to...
Great. I only have one year left to be smart. →
Oh. Crap. (via so-calledwriter)
It could be a crackhead... →
Possibly my favorite thing on Youtube. Ever. Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
Maybe the weirdest thing in the news right now →
And that says a lot because sharks are chasing swimmers in Australia, a president is being forced out of power in Madagascar, and seriously, what is the deal with these AIG bonuses?
But why think about that when all the golden land’s ahead of you and all...– Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Me: She’s vanilla.
My Mom: But maybe she’s nice.
Me: She’s not cute.
My Mom: It is possible to look beyond someone’s looks.
Me: Hmm… maybe.
My Mom: You know, when I’ve known someone a long time, I really don’t even notice what they look like anymore.
Me: Don’t know that I’ve ever had that happen.
My Mom: You don’t know anyone that well?
Me: Oh wait. Sometimes people say Rosie looks chubby, but when I see her, I think she looks perfectly toned. Is that the same?
My Mom: Exactly! Like when you were a baby and people would call you fat and I didn’t see it.
Me: Well, thanks for that.
Someone needs a snack
Me: I just ate a cupcake.
Katie: I love cupcakes. What kind?
Katie: What kind of icing? Were there sprinkles?
Me: Are you trying to live vicariously through me?
Katie: Yes! So tell me...
Me: I'm a little nervous you're going to ask me what I'm wearing next.
Katie: I don't care what you're wearing Sarah, I just care about the damn cupcake!
Me: Whoa. Did someone not feed you today? Um, there were no sprinkles. And I scraped off the icing because I don't like icing.
I changed the look of my blog. Obviously. I haven’t decided yet if I actually like it so my apologies if future changes make it kind of confusing. Also, in a tragic turn, due to me having to delete the old HTML business, all of your comments are gone. Which makes me sad as those are one of the many things that makes this blogging stuff fun for me. So, write some more. And tell me what you...
Best Song Ever →
I don’t think a song has ever spoken to me so deeply before. (Thanks Daryn!)
I wonder if I should be concerned
As I am headed to Charleston for a wedding for the weekend and my parents/usual dogsitters are in Atlanta to watch basketball, Rosie's favorite Aunt Katie took on the task of caring for her for the weekend. I made a dachshund drop tonight in Gastonia. When I got out of the car to let Rosie go to the bathroom before turning her over, Katie watched her go and then this happened.
Me: Look how good she's being Katie. One less time for her to go in your house.
Katie: Don't let her back into the car until she's wiped.
Me: Um. Katie. Dog's don't wipe.
Katie: You know, until she's scooted along the ground.
Me: Yeah, that's not going to happen. And that's not wiping.
Katie: Oh no. Don't blog this.
My new job →
I want to know how I could possibly start at a higher pay than $10 an hour. Maybe once they see how excellent my kicking skills are?
When spring comes, the grass grows by itself
-Tao Te Ching
This weekend I am a bridesmaid in a wedding. And then next weekend I’m a bridesmaid in another wedding. That weekend will mark the 7th wedding I have been a bridesmaid in. Isn’t there some saying about that “always the bridesmaid, never the bride?” Or something. Whatever. I’m getting pretty good at the bridesmaid thing. Or at least I think so. I’m not so...
It's hard to explain →
how much I want one of these machines. Although, if we’re going to be honest, Rosie hasn’t figured out the “sit” thing yet… or for that matter the “hush” thing… so I’m not sure why I think she’ll be able to figure out something as advanced as a ball-throwing machine. A girl can dream though. (Thanks Ethan for the link)
Pit Bulls and Pimps
Yesterday I went to tour a house to potentially buy. Not the aforementioned blue one, but rather a lovely lavender one in Dilworth. (Apparently I prefer houses in unusual colors.) I actually really doubt that I’ll buy a house, but after this weekend I have pretty much decided it’s time for me to move from my neighborhood. I’ll be sad to do this because I love my little house. And I love...
When asked what “Gone With the Wind” was about in...
I read this quote in this story in The New York Times this morning. I liked it.
I’ve been meaning to set up a Flickr account for awhile. If for no other reason than to have just one more outlet for photos of Rosie. So I set one up tonight. For now, it’s just a bunch of random photos I pulled off my desk top. I’ll have more soon. And they’ll make more sense chronologically as well, considering most of these were taken almost a year ago. For now,...