This is how I like to eat my cool mint Oreos:

Three Stories High!

Smile Worthy Conversations

Princess Leia: Those shorts are a little short-I can see your ass cheeks, especially when you stick your butt out.
CocaKoler: Wait! Are you wearing underwear?

CocaKoler: The names for female body parts are so pretty. If I didn’t know what “Vagina” meant I’d totally name my daughter that.

(CherBear shows off her bum bum)
CocaKoler: Can I tap that?
CherBear: Uh….no, but you can touch it.
(five minutes later)
CocaKoler: Wait, does “tap that” mean something besides tapping it with my hand? (brief pause followed by awkward silence and then hysterical laughter) oh….hahaha….never mind.

CocaKoler: He’s a pretty popular midget.
Me: No, he’s a dwarf, (points to itty bitty) she’s a midget.
Itty Bitty: Did you just point to me?
Me: Yes. (laughs)
Itty Bitty: Hey!! (Squats a little lower and then in a slightly higher octave) Hey!!

Baird Lennion or Lars B: I hate being the only guy there that doesn’t know a song.
Princess Leia: I didn’t know it.
Baird Lennion or Lars B: Yeah, but you’re not a man.
Princess Leia: Right.
Me: And soon I won’t be.
Princess Leia: Right.
(Awkward silence)
Princess Leia: I don’t think Lars gets the joke.
Me: Just a little transgender joke….no, don’t worry Lars-I’m all woman.
Princess Leia: I’m pretty sure he was worried about that.
Me: Well you never know-I don’t want any rumors started.
Princess Leia: Yeah, Lars is really into starting rumors about people.
Me: (Lars impression) “Hey everyone, guess what I just heard? Sarah used to be a man!”….No, I don’t think people would believe it anyway.
Baird Lennion or Lars B: Yeah, I wouldn’t buy it.

Grammy Awards 2010

I know this was a week or so ago, but I found a couple pictures of the evening’s attire and I have to comment.

I Gleefully post this picture of Lea Michele and pronounce her “best dressed” of the evening. She’s adorable.

Can anyone tell me what happened to Miley Cyrus’ face?

Word to the wise: Never go to the same plastic surgeon as Fergie. Nothing good can come from it!

I am SO digging Katy Perry’s hair, I want to “Betty Page” my mine too! By the way, this dress only looks halfway cute from the back. Very disappointing Katy!

Oh Lady Gaga. Why do you have to be the most ridiculously dressed person ever? I keep defending you to all my friends who think you’re an ugly freak, but if you keep dressing like this I can’t! I love your music, you’re a very talented singer and dancer, but this can’t go on.

And last, but certainly not least: Beyonce. Here’s a clip of her Grammy performance. She AMAZES me-next time she tours here I’m going! I’m so gonna learn that awesome dance move at 4:45. Might get whiplash though. ;D

Betty Grable Gams

The gorgeous Betty Grable, known for her great gams.

I adore my legs; obviously, I wouldn’t put them as my blog picture if I didn’t. I also love pinups, if I had been born in the 20-30’s I would have been one, which is why last Saturday I wore these fabulous shorts to a party.

Purchased at Forever 21 a few weeks ago. On a side note, I’m loving the Rockabilly section at the “21 always”, it makes me want to dye my hair black and get a few tattoos. Anyway, back to my story. Last night Allen wrote on my wall about a conversation he had with another girl at the party. It went as follows:

Girl: Is that a skirt or shorts?
Allen: shorts.
Girl: (long pause while judging you) they are pretty short aren't they?
Allen: well when you have Sarah's legs you're allowed. It's in the bible.
Girl: (longer pause while judging me) Could I pull off shorts like that?
Allen: No. Only Sarah can pull off shorts like that.

There are so many parts of this dialogue that I love. First, all the judging-I know I’m not the most modest girl, but I’d rather be naked so they’re lucky I’m as covered as I am. Second, the bible bit-I must have missed that part. And lastly, the fact that Allen told some girl that she didn’t have nice enough legs to wear those shorts. I know it’s mean, but it still made me laugh-a lot.

On a completely different subject, while looking for a picture of those fabulous shorts I ran into this!!

Oh sequined bodysuit, you will be mine!

Things said this past week that have made me laugh

PH: Cheerio all!

ME: No Priscilla if you want to be taken seriously as a citizen you have to start talking like and American.

PH: Ah, no man! Cheerio, see you in the morning. Goodnight Thomas. Oh, Thomas...how do you say your name in American?

TY: Thomas.

PH: Oh.....it's the same. I thought it was going to be something weird like "Toe-moss".

ME: Oh look Leah we're driving by so and so's house (name has been omitted for privacy purposes). Hey Blankety Blank!!

Both: F*** you!!! (Flips off building).

ME: So, I saw Cherilyn...she's got some color and her hair is blonder.

MA & PB: Yeah?

ME: Ugh, I was looking at pictures from the summer and I was so much darker then!

PB: Really??

ME: Uh...yeah...

PB: Really?? Your hair gets darker in the sun?

ME: Uh...no...but my skin does.

PH: (While playing with my hair) You should wear you hair up more. You have such a lovely neck and you're hiding it behind all this hair.

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.