The Great Debate: Accordion-Cool or Uncool?

For the past few months I’ve had a disagreement with a friend over whether playing the accordion is in fact cool or not. While I am pro accordion playing, my friend, who shall remain nameless, is not. Here are a few videos that I think prove my point-that the art of playing the accordion is cool.





And my personal favorite:

Note to reader-While I find accordion playing to be fun, energetic and a true talent, which makes it cool, in no way is it sexy. Not even if a gorgeous man is playing it.

A Year in A Fine Frenzy Lyrics

One, two, three
Counting out the signs we see
The tall buildings
Fading in the distance
Only dots on a map
Four, five, six
The two of us a perfect fit
You're all mine, all mine

And all I can say
Is you blow me away

Like an apple on a tree
Hiding out behind the leaves
I was difficult to reach
But you picked me
Like a shell upon a beach
Just another pretty piece
I was difficult to see
But you picked me
Yeah you picked me

'Cause you give me the electric twist and it kicks and it kicks like a pony
And true, you might run away with it, it's a risk it's a risk yeah
Because it kicks yeah
It really kicks yeah

And the touch of your lips it's a shock not a kiss
It's electric twist, it's electric twist

And the touch of your lips it's a shock not a kiss
It's electric twist, it's electric twist

He says don't think don't talk Don't think
Don't think don't talk
But I don't think I want to

‘Cause you give me the electric twist and it kicks and it kicks yeah

We planted our kisses where the wild berries grow
My feet sprouted wings and I flew all the way home

My cheeks red like fire engines racing
Straight to the heat of your skin
And I know our days are numbered,
Early bird of the summer
You’ll fly south just as the fall begins

Blame a change of mind
A seismic shift in times
They told us not to fight
But we'll fight it till we die

‘Cause we are not frightened anymore,
We stood up, we stood up

And they fought hard, but somewhere fighting failed
They're all shook up, they're all shook up
All shook up

Counting stars and passing cars
On the interstate
The end is near I feel it dear,
But I am not afraid

Step, step right over the line
And onto borrowed time
When it's life, not waiting to die
Waiting to divide to divide

But you say you're getting tired
You're tired and so am I
When you follow from behind

Quick kid quick, so harsh and cynical
Touches stricken, cold and clinical
What a transformation to behold
But I don't like this new, I want the old

It's not the words that make it final
You've said such things before to rival them
But it's how you say 'em now that's changed
Cold but sympathetic all the same

It's all to convince me that I'll be better off
So you go on and I'll be happier,
You go on and I'll be happier
You go on, yeah, you go on
You'll be gone and I'll be happier

Say what you mean, what you mean
‘Cause you'll be happier without me, without me, without me, oh

You go on, and I'll be happier

We walked along a crowded street
You took my hand and danced with me
Images
And when you left, you kissed my lips
You told me you would never, never forget
These images
No
Well, I'd never want to see you unhappy
I thought you'd want the same for me

Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do

I cannot go to the ocean
I cannot drive the streets at night
I cannot wake up in the morning
Without you on my mind
So you're gone and I'm haunted
And I bet you are just fine
Did I make it that
Easy to walk right in and out
Of my life?

Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Should have known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do

Oh Good Lord Above

I'm immune to the love of a good man.
I go for the suckers, those mean motherf*uckers I can't resist.
If I should get bitten. As long as he's smitten I understand.
That pain comes with pleasure; such bittersweet treasure cannot be missed.

I hope I look as hot for Halloween as she does.

That Alyssa Malano, she’s sexy AND adorable. That’s quite the feat. ;D

I Love A Fine Frenzy!

Quick kid quick, so harsh and cynical
Touches stricken, cold and clinical
What a transformation to behold
But i don't like this new, i want the old

It's not the words that make it final
You've said such things such things before to rival them
But it's how you say 'em now that's changed
Cold but sympathetic all the same

Lie to convince me that i'll be better off
Oh, you go on and i'll be happier, i'll be happier
You go on, yeah, you go on
You'll be gone and i'll be happier

Shoot me with your rubber bullets
Your finger's on the trigger, pull it
I know you want this suffering to end
So it is forgivable my friend

It's all to convince me that i'll be better off
So you go on and i'll be happier,
You go on and i'll be happier
You go on, yeah, you go on
You'll be gone and i'll be happier

Bo-bo-ba-do-bo
Bo-bo-ba-do-bo-da-da-da

Say what you mean, what you mean
Cause you'll be happier without me, without me, without me, oh

You won't convince me, that i'll be better off
So you go on and i'll be happier, i'll be happier
You go on, you go
You'll be gone, and i'll be gone
You go on and i'll be happier, you go on and i'll be happier
You go on, you go on, you go on and i'll go on and i'll be happier
You on and i'll be happier, you go on and i'll be happier

You go on, and i'll be happier

June 2010

Oh June 2010 why can't you come sooner? That's when the third season of True Blood starts and I'm not sure I can wait that long, because I'm in heart with Alexander Skarsgård and I need my Eric fix.

Something I've realized.

"There's not a lot that I am good at. But I'm good at getting guys to want me. Not date me, or marry me, but want me. " -Sunshine Cleaning

My favorite so far.

I got this email from my favorite site this morning and it is totally the best I’ve ever received!

“Ok though, seriously, you are just the cutest little thing I've ever seen :) I need to put you in my pocket and carry you around with me all day :)”

Hahaha!
I dig guys that appreciate my tininess and adorableness!

GRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I can't believe it! Someone deleted me as a friend on facebook-the worst part, they didn't delete Leah. Nice. I am SO pissed! I'm kind of like the Hulk (only cuter) you really don't want to get me angry-that little f***er's going to pay!

Stolen from Julie-thanks Julie for making me giggle…a lot!

-I wish Google Maps had an "Avoid Ghetto" routing option.

-More often than not, when someone is telling me a story all I can think about is that I can't wait for them to finish so that I can tell my own story that's not only better, but also more directly involves me.

-Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.

-Have you ever been walking down the street and realized that you're going in the complete opposite direction of where you are supposed to be going? But instead of just turning a 180 and walking back in the direction from which you came, you have to first do something like check your watch or phone or make a grand arm gesture and mutter to yourself to ensure that no one in the surrounding area thinks you're crazy by randomly switching directions on the sidewalk.

-I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.

-Is it just me, or are 80% of the people in the "people you may know" feature on Facebook people that I do know, but I deliberately choose not to be friends with?

-Do you remember when you were a kid, playing Nintendo and it wouldn't work? You take the cartridge out, blow in it and that would magically fix the problem. Every kid in America did that, but how did we all know how to fix the problem? There was no internet or message boards or FAQ's. We just figured it out. Today's kids are soft.

-There is a great need for sarcasm font.

-Sometimes, I'll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what was going on when I first saw it.

-I think everyone has a movie that they love so much, it actually becomes stressful to watch it with other people. I'll end up wasting 90 minutes shiftily glancing around to confirm that everyone's laughing at the right parts, then making sure I laugh just a little bit harder (and a millisecond earlier) to prove that I'm still the only one who really, really gets it.

-How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?

-I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.

- I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.

-The only time I look forward to a red light is when I’m trying to finish a text.

- LOL has gone from meaning, "laugh out loud" to "I have nothing else to say".

- I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.

- Answering the same letter three times or more in a row on a Scantron test is absolutely petrifying.

- Whenever someone says "I'm not book smart, but I'm street smart", all I hear is "I'm not real smart, but I'm imaginary smart".

- How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear what they said?

- I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars teams up to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers!

- Every time I have to spell a word over the phone using 'as in' examples, I will undoubtedly draw a blank and sound like a complete idiot. Today I had to spell my boss's last name to an attorney and said "Yes that's G as in...(10 second lapse)..ummm...Goonies"

-What would happen if I hired two private investigators to follow each other?

- While driving yesterday I saw a banana peel in the road and instinctively swerved to avoid it...thanks Mario Kart.

- MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.

- Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.

- I find it hard to believe there are actually people who get in the shower first and THEN turn on the water.

-Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty,and you can wear them forever.

- Bad decisions make good stories

-Whenever I'm Facebook stalking someone and I find out that their profile is public I feel like a kid on Christmas morning who just got the Red Ryder BB gun that I always wanted. 546 pictures? Don't mind if I do!

-If Carmen San Diego and Waldo ever got together, their offspring would probably just be completely invisible.

-Why is it that during an ice-breaker, when the whole room has to go around and say their name and where they are from, I get so incredibly nervous? Like I know my name, I know where I'm from, this shouldn't be a problem....

-You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you've made up your mind that you just aren't doing anything productive for the rest of the day.

-Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after DVDs? I don't want to have to restart my collection.

-There's no worse feeling than that millisecond you're sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.

-I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.

- "Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this ever.

-I hate being the one with the remote in a room full of people watching TV. There's so much pressure. 'I love this show, but will they judge me if I keep it on? I bet everyone is wishing we weren't watching this. It's only a matter of time before they all get up and leave the room. Will we still be friends after this?'

-I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Dammit!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What'd you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?

- I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.

-When I meet a new girl/guy, I'm terrified of mentioning something she hasn't already told me but that I have learned from some light internet stalking.

-I like all of the music in my iTunes, except when it's on shuffle, then I like about one in every fifteen songs in my iTunes.

-Why is a school zone 20 mph? That seems like the optimal cruising speed for pedophiles...

- As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate cyclists.

-Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.

-It should probably be called Unplanned Parenthood.

-I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.

-Even if I knew your social security number, I wouldn't know what do to with it.

-Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I’d bet everyone can find and push the Snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time every time...

-I wonder if cops ever get pissed off at the fact that everyone they drive behind obeys the speed limit.

-I think the freezer deserves a light as well.

How many is too many?

How many versions of the same song on iTunes is the maximum a greedy person should have?

Well, if they didn’t produce so many versions (and remixes) this wouldn’t be a problem and I wouldn’t need to ask!

Uh, I have a question.

Me: Uh, then how come guys at church aren't asking me out?
EQ Representative: Because second base is off limits to the Elders Quorum.

The next night talking with the girls....

Me: But that doesn't answer my question!
Leah & Bridgette: Uh, yes it does!

Fun with Cherilyn

I may not have boyfriends, but I’m sure glad I have girlfriends! Cherilyn invited us to go out with her on her cousin’s boat last Saturday and it was (to quote Julie) hecka fun! I only brought my phone so the pictures aren’t that great.Leah, on a boat! Cherilyn and her fierce wakeboarding skillz! Leah’s first time wakeboarding and she got up after her fourth try! My favorite picture from the day, I think Cher looks so cute!More family, little Trinity was in the middle of saying “Orange Flag” for the 90th time. She was pretty adorable though. I didn’t do any wakeboarding, but I did go out in the tube with Leah, so not a complete wimp. See!
After we went back to Rob’s and awaiting us were two huge bouquets of gorgeous flowers, I feel so spoiled. Next up, our turn to spoil Cherilyn. We took her out on the town to get our “Bollygrooves” on and to celebrate India’s Independence at The Crocodile. After getting us all in for free (yes, I am that cool) we snagged a table in the balconyand watched as everyone started shuffling in. Eventually I couldn't stand it any longer and I had to get up and dance and then went down to the dance floor and cut a rug by my lonesome (like usual and how it will always be), but it was ok because this gorgeous Indian woman told me I was “way sexy”. :D After that the Henna artist came and gave us all free tats! :D It was totally awesome! Cherilyn Leah Me A perfect end to a perfect day, thanks Cher!

Video, video, video!

I posted some videos from the last few months on youtube (because facebook won't let me)-enjoy.

http://www.youtube.com/sarahannepearce

Much too, much too, much too much!

That’s me; I’m “too much”.

For the past year or so I’ve had countless men tell my girlfriends or me that I’m “too much”. What the hell does that mean?

For the longest time I took it as an insult, which it was probably meant to be-insecure guys can be douchebags*. It was said as if I was the one in the wrong; I had too much personality and verve for those guys (spun with a negative connotation) and they couldn’t “handle” it and I’m ashamed to admit, tears were shed as a result**. No one likes being told that, but I’ve come to realize that the deficiency lies with them not me and it should be taken as a compliment not an insult.

I am too much for these guys. I have too much personality, spunk, sass, intelligence, talent and am definitely too sexy for them. It’s no wonder most guys that I meet or know don’t ask me out.

Now I’m not trying to be vain, I have insecurities about my attractiveness just like all girls (even hot girls need to be told they're hot). In fact for the past week I have been in a depressed mood brought about by some comments made by someone that has exaggerated (in my own mind) my own physical inadequacies. Some things I cannot change, but thanks to Leah and listening to a little AC/DC I have learned that being “too much” is a blessing. Take a look at the lyrics to “Touch too Much”:

It was one of those nights
When you turned out the lights
And everything comes into view
She was taking her time I was losing my mind
There was nothing that she wouldn't do
It wasn't the first
It wasn't the last
She knew we was making love
I was so satisfied
Deep down inside
Like a hand in a velvet glove
CHORUS: Seems like a touch, a touch too much
Seems like a touch, a touch too much
Too much for my body, too much for my brain
This kind of woman's gonna drive me insane
She's got a touch, a touch too much
She had the face of an angel
Smiling with sin
A body of Venus with arms
Dealing with danger
Stroking my skin
Let the thunder and lightning start
It wasn't the first
It wasn't the last
It wasn't that she didn't care
She wanted it hard
And wanted it fast
She liked it done medium rare
CHORUS
Seems like a touch, touch too much
You know it's much too much, much too much
I really want to feel your touch too much
Girl you know you're getting me much too much
Seems like a touch
Just a dirty little touch
I really need your touch
Cause you're much too much too much too much

I might be “too much” for most guys, but why would I want most guys? I’m blessed; someday I will find a man that can “handle” me. Can handle my personality and can keep up with my energy, can handle the stares and jealousy from other men and can handle my wit and talents instead of being insecure by them. I won’t be “too much” for him-I will be just right and because of that, he will be extraordinary.

*Julie, not the person that told you, it was said with no animosity towards me.
**Note to reader, I feel it all. You know like the Feist song, I truly do feel it all. Emotions come easy for me, and with that-crying. Now I’m not some big baby wailing at the drop of a hat, but purging your negative (or positive) feelings through tears is very cathartic. I once even cried on command in effort to create a better final for my Sign Language class. I signed “You Were Mine” by the Dixie Chicks and half way through shed those show stopping tears. It did create the added “oomph” to my performance, but also caused much concern from my teacher who thought I had been greatly scorned by some boy. Not the case, I’m just a good actress.

Linkup re: Swedish Guy

Remember this guy?
Well I got another email from him over the weekend. It went a little something like this:

Subject: I just moved to Seattle area, friends?
Hello there!

I just wanted to say hi and how are you? Hope your weekend is awesome and that you are having fun. I thought you seemed really fun and cool, so I figured I would send you a message. Also, of course, I am interested in getting to know more about you! Isnt this internet thing a blast?

Anyway, I am a pretty chill guy, l am a HOOT to hang out with, and I love sports. Looking to make some friends on here, and hey, why not you?? I was born and raised in Sweden, have been all over Europe and also in the US by now. Love to travel! Anyway, if you are up for it, write me back, I would like to think that you wont regret it.

Talk to you later???


AHHHAHHHAHHAHHHAHHHHAHHHHHAHHHAHHAHHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! Why won’t he leave me alone?? I think I might email him back and tell him I have a boyfriend, or better yet that I’m engaged. Maybe then he’ll leave me alone.

My two favorite Saturday activities:

The Beach:
and Gelato:
Unfortunatly, I couldn't enjoy them on the same Saturday. The weather today was a little nippy to go and sit at the beach, but I enjoyed a nice walk around Greenlake and some gelato with Leah. A chill Saturday (in more ways than one) but awesome none the less.

I'm pretty sure that

Julie is the only one (save my mother) that reads my blog-so this one's for her.

Julie, we love and miss you and can't wait until the month is over when you will return home. Also, some shtuff (thank you Whitney!) has gone down (oh the gossip) and we need to talk, so when you get a chance please give me a call!

Loves!!! Oh, and I'm so happy you now play that Kanye remix in surgery!!! Addicting, yes? :D

Randomness from the past couple of weeks.

-Raya had her baby-
A little girl they named Brynlee.

Raya, Ilee and Brynlee.

My favorite picture of the little squirt, she’s freakin’ hysterical! (Pictures stolen from Raya’s blog.)

-Note to self-
Posting pictures of me in short-shorts on Linkup, wasn’t the best idea ever. Although mostly amusing (I’ve had over 300 page views and over 40 emails in the last two days), it has also generated a few situations/emails that I could have done without. Take this one:

Gorgeous smile beautiful eyes and spectacular legs....looks like youve got the phyiscal traits...now what about personality wise...what are your favorite guilty pleasures and pasttimes? And whats something that most guys dont know about you? And what is one of the greatest traits you have?

Not horrible, although his lack of correct spelling and punctuation is a turn off-please if you have a computer and you’re emailing someone, you have the ability somewhere on said computer to use some sort of spell corrector or editor. Plus the fact that the email is written as if I’m being interviewed for a chance to be his girlfriend. Ain’t no way I’m sitting in an effing waiting room with 50 other women while some guy “chooses” from the lot. I’d rather be single! So, I didn’t email back because I rarely do email anyone back on that site. Not even a courtesy email, it just encourages them. Then a few hours later he sent me another email:

With a body like that i bet you are lookin for some action?? LOL.....hit me back

Excuse me? Did I read that correctly? Oh I’ll hit you-hit you with a restraining order you perv! What kind of rapist question is that? I’m so glad you don’t live anywhere close to me! Oh and by the way, you’ve been blocked!

-Kickin’ it with Julie has been amazing-
The past couple weeks we’ve moved all her stuff out of the storage unit and into the garage (okay I didn’t help with that, but yeah), went on a hike, went “swimming” at Juanita Beach (dear burnt woman on the beach-you’re done, get out of the sun!), various shopping outings (including craziness at Wal-Mart and inappropriate purchases just to make visitors of our house uncomfortable), watched the third season of Psych and had some kick ass conversations. I wish I could remember them all, because they were hilarious.

She keeps calling me a midget. The other day at Ross I was telling her how this apron that I was buying was actually a children’s apron and how weird that was. She told me it wasn’t and then compared me to a ten year old boy standing a few feet away and how there really wasn’t any difference in size. She’s crazy and I love it!

-I bought a Freakum Dress-
Okay, it’s not really a Freakum Dress and I will not be wearing it to my party even though I joked about it.

Mainly because I fill it out more than this girl. But it's cute and I plan to wear it dancing on Thursday. You should come!

-Sometimes when I’m in a meeting for more then three hours I get a little bored-
So I start to doodle and when someone in that meeting falls asleep they're fair game to draw.

Deborah said I couldn’t post it on facebook, but she said nothing about my blog. Hehehe. (Note to reader, I'm usually a better figure drawer then this. Please do not judge.)

You can look but you can't touch. Actually, I'd prefer if you didn't look either.

Last night I learned two things, one:Layne doesn’t fit in Bridgette’s car.
And two:
Guys will hit on you even if you’ve gone to a club with a guy. Okay, I already knew the last one, but honestly sometimes I can’t believe what guys do. Here are a few examples.

A young man runs up beside me as I’m making the great trek up to 1st.
YM: Hello, how are you doing tonight?
Me: ….um, okay. How about you?
YM: Pretty good, I’m Joel by the way.
Me: Sarah.
YM: (Shakes my hand) nice to meet you Sarah.
Me: …you too.
YM: So, where are you going tonight?
Me: Del-Rey, you?
YM: (Mumbles something, presumably a club)
Me: …cool.
YM: So, we’re staying at the (insert hotel downtown)…..
YM’s friend: Joel shut up!

Everyone goes their separate ways. We get to Del-Rey (which by the way, kind of sucks now) and hit the dance floor to find it empty. But that’s okay because then you can take better pictures-right? Plus, that way everyone in the place can see your sweet dance moves!A little while later man came up to our group (after his previous attempt to drag Leah and Bridgette to his group while I was in the bathroom) on the dance floor, we'll call him Mr. Annoying.
MA: I'm going to join your group.
He dances for a few minutes and then grabs my arm and tries to spin me, but like usual I pull away.
MA: Hey, I just want to spin you!
Me: I'm really good without being spun.
Then as I was doing this:A man grabbed my arm and started pulling me away from the group.
Me: DON’T GRAB ME!!!!
Mr. Grabby: But I want you to dance with my friend.

Moral of the story: Bitch! You don’t touch me unless I ask you to touch me!!

Kinkup Craziness!

So last night I received an email from this guy who has viewed my profile a bunch of times in the last year, but I don’t think has ever emailed me before.

Subject: I am visiting Washington State for about a week.....

and I thought it would be fun to meet a couple of people and hang out, do something fun while I am here. Would you consider saying hi at least? I love Seattle and just want to have a fun time while here. I am from Sweden and I am a great guy, fun, respectful, etc.

Super weird, right? I don’t know what to say back to him, and I think I would feel bad if I did respond.

Hey Meredith, let’s get a group together and meet this guy. One of us is bound to be interested, I mean he’s 38 and divorced, but we shouldn’t hold that against him. And from past experience, if a guy is interested in one of us, he’s probably interested in the other. ;D

Anyway, on a plus side, I’m pretty sure Mitt Romney viewed my profile.

Weird. Mitt, go home to your wife.

It’s not like you thought you were good-looking or anything. Oh you did? That’s so sweet!

So, I was perusing msn, like I do, and I saw that Karolina Kurkova had announced that she was pregnant. Because she’s one of my favorite Victoria’s Secret models (probably because I always get her on the celebrity look-a-like site) I decided to look up some pictures of her and her fiancé, when I happened upon this blog:

http://www.foryourenrichment.com/2008/06/karolina-kurkova-gaining-weight.html

Excuse me?? I’m sorry; I can’t believe what I just read! First of all, this woman is pregnant! Secondly, even if she wasn’t, she’s hotter than any woman you could ever get and you have the audacity to say that she’s fat?

I think she looks good; the only thing that would make her hotter is if she had a bigger chest (‘cuz breasts are hot). Not only does she have a rockin’ body, she also has pretty face! She looks like a human, I’m terribly sorry if that's not in demand right now (how come you only hear about morbidly obese people and not the morbidly anorexic?). And I’m sorry, but “real men” like women that look like women, not women that look like little boys.

Mr. Brett, I think you should go home, take a long look in the mirror and next time be a little more realistic when critiquing one of the most beautiful women on the planet.

LDSLinkup Email

I haven't blogged about linkup for awhile, mainly because nothing interesting and/or hilarious has happened. Anyway, I got this email today, which made my day and pissed me off all at the same time. Note to reader, this man is from Sweden-just had to mention that because I have a fetish for foreign men.

"I guess I don't really know why I am writing, but I know I would regret if i didn't...
It is not often I see a woman like you!! That you are single is a miracle. You will make someone very happy one day!
Take care"

He makes an excellent point though-WHY AM I SINGLE???? Not, why am I not married, but why don’t I even have a frickin’ boyfriend? It doesn’t make any sense! Ugh!

This is really starting to piss me off.

And I would make someone really happy....bitch!

My favorite quotes from the past week.

Standing in line at Dick’s at 1:00 in the morning after dancing with Renae at Neighbors:
Random guy standing behind us in line (RG): Hey, hey you? What’s your name?
Me: Sarah.
RG: Hi, I’m (can’t remember name) and this is my friend (can’t remember name).
Random Guy’s Friend (RG’sF) : Hello!
RG: And what’s your name?
Renae: Renae.
RG: Nice to meet you both. Hey Sarah, where are you from?
Me: Here…Seattle.
RG: Oh really, where did you go to High School?
Me: Roosevelt.
RG: Me too, what year did you graduate?
Me: 2002.
RG: 2002? Oh, you’re a youngin’. Where do you live now?
Sarah: Still here.
RG: Here? You live at the Dick’s Drive-in?
Sarah: Haha, yeah. No I live in North Seattle.
RG: North Seattle meaning??
Sarah: Lake City (I don’t feel bad telling people this because Lake City Way is very long and it would take them a great deal of time to track me down).
RG: Oh, okay. What are you two doing on Capital Hill then?
Renae: We went dancing at Neighbors.
RG & RG’sF: Oh…
RG: So you go there so guys don’t hit on you…unless you two are together.
Renae & I: Haha…no.
RG: So…how do you feel about getting hit on at Dicks?
(Renae and I look at each other and then order)
RG: Hey, Sarah I want you to meet my other friend.
Renae: Okay this is getting weird, we should go.

Random guys at Del-Rey:
“They shouldn’t let girls like you in to clubs, the guys can’t control themselves.”
“Wow, you can really dance to Beyonce!”

Dan at Gasworks on the 4th: She can shake it; she can shake it like she knows what she’s doing.

Hannah yelling at Anthony from the backseat on the way to my grandmother’s funeral: Stop hitting me, you’re going to give me a hematoma!

After my grandmother’s funeral and the luncheon but still in the banquet hall, my cousin Evan found his way up to the balcony.
Grandpa: Oh, it looks like Evan is going to give a speech.
Evan: “Four Score and Eleven Years Ago”
Molly (his sister): It’s seven.
Evan: Oh right. “Four Score and Seventeen Years Ago”

After frustrations at work Dan sent me this email.
“Don’t kill yourself. I’ll miss you.”

Deborah: I’m not a lawyer; I just work for one…on t.v.

Let me preface this last one by saying I occasionally see this guy in the hall at work, he works at the Engineering Firm across the hall and I have never spoken to him. He usually just nods his head, mumbles something and keeps walking, but this time it was all very awkward and hilarious.
Engineering Firm Guy (EFG): Hi!
Me: Oh, hi.
EFG: (mumbles something unintelligible)
Me: I’m sorry, what did you say?
EFG: How are you?
Me: Good…how are you?
EFG: Pretty good.
Me: That’s...good.

The Most Amazing Thing I've Seen This Week.

According to Priscilla, this is exactly what the rains in Africa sound like.

Bonita "Bon" June Kilian

As some of you may know, Sunday the 28th of June my grandma passed away, on her 83rd birthday after suffering for several months with Pancreatic Cancer. (Photo of my grandma, Aunt Ella and her granddaughter Bess)

I think the very first memory I ever had was with my grandma. I remember sitting on the shore with her after my parents and grandpa went out fishing, sitting there on her lap-eating Oreos.

We went to her funeral in Anacortes this last Monday, which was beautiful. All of her children were present and my Aunt Ella gave the Eulogy (which I want to get and post on here). It was a really nice funeral and I’m sure she loved it, because her whole family was there, together.

(My Mom & Dad with parents at their wedding – July 28th, 1978)

Grandma, you will be missed.

In a Funk

I’ve been in kind of a funk for the past week, getting rear ended and having my grandmother die (heartbreaking and am still in shock) all in the span of a couple hours hasn’t helped, but those aren’t the only reasons I feel out of wack. I think it started last Friday at girl’s night after watching “He’s Just Not That Into You”. Thank you Renae and Cherilyn for a lovely evening, but that movie might have screwed me up for life and if I vent about it then it just might make me feel better (at least in that regard). So here I go.

What I learned from the movie (at face value):
If you’re interested in a guy and you don’t look like a supermodel, he’s not interested. No matter how pretty, thin or clever you may be. Or how amazing your legs or breasts are. Or what a marvelous personality you may have. Even if he talks, flirts and pays particular attention to you, or gets your phone number (by any means necessary)-he’s not interested in you.

You will never be the exception-take everything a guy does at face value. No cryptic message decoding needed, what he says is what he means-don’t read into things!

You don’t intimidate him, if he wanted to date you, he would.

Men are douchebags.

Oh and if you have a figure (cough, cough…breasts) or would be described as “sexy”, you are an evil whore and will end up with no one. On the bright side, all the men will want you-not to date or marry you though, so there’s a downside.

What I learned from the movie (looking deeper):
Everyone is an exception to someone. You may be reading into things (generally speaking), but to the one that matters, you’re not. And although you have to go through a lot of crap along the way, it’s worth it. So keep overanalyzing things with your girlfriends until your head explodes because someday, you’ll be right!

Men are lazy.

Men are douchebags.

What I’ve been told (from the horse’s mouth, so it’s legit) by men:
I intimidate men (generally speaking, not all). As much as people would like to tell you that this is not a reason guys act the way the do, in some girl’s cases, it is. Men are intimidated by beautiful, confident women that don’t need a man. Even though I do like attention from guys (what girl doesn’t?), I don’t need it to have a good time. Whether or not I’m enjoying myself and my life is completely dependent upon, well, me. That intimidates men.

If you have a strong relationship with your girlfriends (a la the trifecta – Leah, Bridgette, and me) it deters guys from asking out someone from the group, because if you piss off one girl, you’ve pissed off them all. Also it’s difficult for guys to tell which in the group likes or would be interested in him and if he chooses incorrectly, well you can imagine. So a lot of guys just don’t try.

Security in my attractiveness (e.g. you’re a fox, you’re gorgeous, I like watching you dance, you can shake it like no other, etc.)

Men are douchebags.

What I’ve gleaned from my own experiences:
It doesn’t really have anything to do with whether or not a guy is interested (in my experience most guys would be interested if they knew you were) and if you think he is, there's a good possibility he is. It comes down to if he’s going to do anything about it or not (if he has enough balls or isn’t too lazy that is), which usually isn’t very often. Because like everyone else, guys have insecurities too and they get nervous just like you. To say they don’t is stupid. It’s like saying they are void of emotion. I’ve made my fair share of men cry (all warranted) and to say that is just not true. Women are capable of hurting men just as much (if not more) than the reverse.

And if a guy doesn’t try to pursue me then it’s his loss. Not mine. Because I’m marvelous!

Also, men are douchebags.

The End.

Thank you for listening (or reading), now I feel better.

Walmart Scam

My friend Bekah sent this to me and I had to share. Watch out, this could happen to you!

Is it Ignorance or Indifference?

The following is how Britney Spears greeting her audience while performing in Manchester.

"What's up, London?"

Poor, poor girl. Here’s a quick geography lesson for you Britney. London is located in the South of England. I’m sorry, let me go a little further back.

London is a city.

England is a country.

The United Kingdom is comprised of the following countries: England, Wales, Scotland, and Northern Ireland.

Let me know if I’m going too fast.
London is located in the South of England.
Manchester (where you were performing) is in the North of England.

Oh, I can tell I’m loosing you. Now Britney-please stay with me!
The distance between them is a little over 200 miles-3 hours and 45 minutes or (a little bit easier for you to understand) roughly the time it would take for two naps and a meal.

Hardly the same place. You wouldn't greet New York by saying "What's up Cleveland?" now would you?

Thank You.

Blogging Machine

I know, last one for the day (probably).

New favorite song: Lily Allen's The Fear

The LYRICS make me smile...

For all the men that think these would impress me.

You played football-ever.
You look like a male model (and you think like one too)
You think I’m hot or you tell me you think I’m hot (and that‘s all you care about) &
Bragging - about anything.

I’m sorry, but these do not impress me.

These do:
Kindness
Compassion
Humility
Talent (actual talent not burping the alphabet) &
Smarts (dumb jocks are out)

Deal breaker - must be willing to dance.
FYI - Girls don’t care if you’re a good dancer, they care if you’re willing to have a good time or not.

Dearest Meredith,

I am afeared to post a blog in regards to anything other than my Montana Adventures because I love my kneecaps.

H & k's

Sarah

P.S. If you would like to see pictures from my adventures please visit my flickr account http://www.flickr.com/photos/39704918@N07/

P.P.S. I really hope this is a sufficient blog posting of my adventures because I have only a few words to describe the awesomeness of my trip and the beauty of the Big Sky Country.

Rolling Hills

Gorgeous

Wildlife

Giggles & Silliness

Best Friends &

Breathtaking

The End

P.P.S.S. Meredith you are fantastic and one of my favorite people. Thanks for being my friend.

P.P.P.S.S. Julie I love you and can’t wait till you’re back in Seattle, it’s so not the same without you!

Sorry Meredith

No, this blog is not about Montana, but I will try to do one tonight Meredith. I know you’ve been waiting on tenterhooks!

Okay, getting to the point. I heard this story on the radio yesterday and had to post it. I mean I love tattoos, but this is a bit much.

Supposedly there was a miscommunication with her and the artist. She asked for 3 stars, then fell asleep during the procedure (really?) and awoke to 56 instead. Is she telling the truth? Read the story and decide for yourself.

The New Uplift

No, I’m not blogging about a new bra at Victoria’s Secret.

We’ve all been there; you’re interested in a guy and no matter how secure you are in your attractiveness (some of us more than others ;D) or how old you are, really liking a guy can make you regress back to that over analytical teenager who stresses over the tiniest detail. Thinking back over the past six months I’ve come to realize how we girls solve each other’s guy anxiety and lift each other up. This is what I like to call the “Uplift”. The key moment in a conversation where something is said that changes everything, including your mood.

With Bridgette we use:
“You’re so beautiful and a good person. Who wouldn’t like you?”
With Leah we use:
“No, that’s not what happened. He likes you because of A, B and C.”
And then there’s me:
“He likes you, bitch!”

I’m not sure why with mine profanity is used, but it makes me laugh, so I guess it succeeds in cheering me up. ;D And really, what’s a few “bitches” between friends?

I'm back!

I arrived home from Montana last night and will post pictures and tales soon (oh I have a plethora of both)...but on a side note, someone from NASA viewed my blog-weird.

Pecks should never be described as Boobs

My favorite conversation from this last weekend went a little like this:

Bridgette, Leah and I walk towards the dance floor and are approached by a mildly drunken man.
DM: Hey you should check out my friend’s boobs! (Drunken Man fondles male friend’s pecks)
Me: Oh, that’s okay, I have my own.
DM: But he can move his!
Leah: How do you know she can’t move hers?

To quote my mother we girls “have the most interesting conversations”.

Past Lives and the People We Knew.

Have you ever been watching a tv show and “poof” onscreen pops a guy you went to high school with??

No??

Well I have. Weird.

Things that make you go “What?”

-Stuck-

I woke up this morning with a weird song combination in my head:

“Rock it, don’t stop it
Everybody get on the floor
Crank the party up
We about to get it on
Let me see you 1, 2 step”
“I wanna take a ride on your disco stick”

Yep, that’s been on a loop since 5:00 this morning. I guess this is what happens when I watch music videos right before bed.

-Uh, question!- As I was sleeping in the car on my way home from work yesterday afternoon, I had a dream that I had a son. A blonde, curly haired little boy, aged roughly around two years. I don’t usually dream about potential future children, in fact that was the second time ever. I guess the question I have is this: Why are these dream children always blonde? With my dark hair it doesn’t seem very probable.
P.S. - Isn't that little boy adorable??

-Side note-
Leah bought one of these yesterday for our Montana Adventures: The Kodak Zi6 Pocket Camcorder

I’m so excited!

Dream Competitions and Montana Adventures

A recent conversation with my brother:

Me: Anthony, did I tell you I had a dream the other night that I was Buffy the Vampire Slayer?
Anthony: No, but Leah told me.
Me: Did she tell you that in the dream I wasn’t played by Sarah Michelle Geller, but instead by…Alyssa Milano??

Anthony: No, that’s funny.
Me: Isn’t that crazy?
Anthony: Yeah, I had a dream the other night that I was Vincent Price’s grandson. He presented me with the outfit worn by Michael Jackson in “Thriller”.

Me: …Okay….you win.

The countdown to Montana Adventures has begun.

Two weeks and a day until we visit Julie (Oh how I miss thee!) in Montana and I can’t wait! Neither can Leah apparently. She wrote a hilarious blog about it this morning and you can read it here!

Overheard Office Calls/the Tale of the Typist

My office (more like an oversized, elongated hallway shared with me by the bookkeeper) is next door to the reception area and as a result I get to hear every call/conversation from out there. This one occurred this morning.

Deborah: I’m sorry but Priscilla’s in a meeting right now…no I’m sorry they’re in the meeting as well…actually there’s just two of us not in the meeting…Sarah and I…well I answer the phones and she’s the typist.

*two minutes later*

Deborah: Sarah, I just called you a “typist”.
Sarah: Yeah, I heard that.
Deborah: Sometimes I just get so flustered when I talk to (Name has been edited out do to client confidentiality). A typist? Have you ever even used a typewriter??
Sarah: Yeah, but not for a long time.
Deborah: I should have said “keyboardist”, but even that doesn’t make sense.

Um, that's awkward.

Naughty Nads, you will NOT be my hair removal choice. Sorry.