Sunday, December 28, 2003
OH MY GOD! This is getting embarrassing. The next poem is so pitifully hilarious (a poem of heartbreak) that I am too embarassed to post it. For a private review, please contact the author.
This next one is not so bad...
Headache
I put some Icy Hot on my head
but it didn’t go away.
The idea held such promise
the label seemed to say.
“Activates to hot for a penetrating warmth
to relax the pain away.”
To find relief in the bottle
better try Bengay.
I also like this one a bit... It was written after a friend described trying to drive home after a breakup discussion with a boyfriend of like a decade.
Untitled
this too will pass
over and over
in my head as I walk out the door
searching the parking lot
for my lost life
I settle instead for my car
I am ashamed to admit it, but I kinda like my old poems!!!
Untitled
Failure to thrive
they say about babies
who lie there and drool all day.
Being alive
they say about people
who move about
and talk real loud.
This next one is not so bad...
Headache
I put some Icy Hot on my head
but it didn’t go away.
The idea held such promise
the label seemed to say.
“Activates to hot for a penetrating warmth
to relax the pain away.”
To find relief in the bottle
better try Bengay.
I also like this one a bit... It was written after a friend described trying to drive home after a breakup discussion with a boyfriend of like a decade.
Untitled
this too will pass
over and over
in my head as I walk out the door
searching the parking lot
for my lost life
I settle instead for my car
I am ashamed to admit it, but I kinda like my old poems!!!
Untitled
Failure to thrive
they say about babies
who lie there and drool all day.
Being alive
they say about people
who move about
and talk real loud.
I was a poet but didn't know it!!! My recent attendance of a lovely poetry reminded me of several poems I wrote in my torment youth (actually, I wasn't that young...)
I was organizing the stuff in my closet (again) and I finally decided to get sort out my old computer disks. I could not figure out how to open my old .WPD files but finally figured out that maybe that stood for "Word Perfect." Anyway, with the magic of Microsoft, I was able to able to open my old files.
The first document I opened was a "poem" was entitled "Arthur." This one I wrote when my beloved rat was dying many years ago. What the hell it means is anyone's guess... Thankfully, I never took up the genre again...
Arthur
There is no greater friend
than the one you invent
to keep yourself from who.
I was organizing the stuff in my closet (again) and I finally decided to get sort out my old computer disks. I could not figure out how to open my old .WPD files but finally figured out that maybe that stood for "Word Perfect." Anyway, with the magic of Microsoft, I was able to able to open my old files.
The first document I opened was a "poem" was entitled "Arthur." This one I wrote when my beloved rat was dying many years ago. What the hell it means is anyone's guess... Thankfully, I never took up the genre again...
Arthur
There is no greater friend
than the one you invent
to keep yourself from who.
Tuesday, December 23, 2003
There were lots promotional notes at work this week, so my co-worker sent this out:
"Please join me in congratulating Sarah on her promotion to web picture distorter. Sarah has successfully altered the eye and chin size of faces on the internet. (Sarah has not yet succeeded at making hairdos look more attractive on the internet though).
Sarah started this role last week while students were waiting for her chat responses.
In her spare time, Sarah enjoys increasing her rat toy collection, taking pictures of stuffed animals with glasses on them and lamenting about the lack of romantic spark from her internet dates."
"Please join me in congratulating Sarah on her promotion to web picture distorter. Sarah has successfully altered the eye and chin size of faces on the internet. (Sarah has not yet succeeded at making hairdos look more attractive on the internet though).
Sarah started this role last week while students were waiting for her chat responses.
In her spare time, Sarah enjoys increasing her rat toy collection, taking pictures of stuffed animals with glasses on them and lamenting about the lack of romantic spark from her internet dates."
Saturday, December 20, 2003
My friend April is being really nice to me today!!! She spontaneously brought me some tea at work and now she is inquiring about whether I need a ride to the airport a couple of weeks from now. And she is getting me some more tea! This is like having the oft dreamed about personal assistant... She probably doesn't want to me to put this picture online. Or she might want me to work for her next week...
Not speaking about my friend April in particular, but people are a lot like rats (hmm...but my rat is named April...) as I am sure I have stated before in my blog.
Co-dependency...the parallel between battered women and rats... When my rat May was living, April had a tendency to pluck May's hair out (for reasons never known to me...) So, figuring that May occassionally got tired of the abuse, I would put them in separate cages but then leave the doors open in case they wanted to get back in the same cage together or just sit out on the table. Invariably, May would go rejoin April in the other cage...
Destructiveness... Last week April (still talking about the rat here) crawled into my closet and ruined my funeral skirt by taking exactly two bites out of it. She didn't chew it up and make a nest out of it (well, she probably didn't have time anyway...) she just chomped on it just enough to ruin it.
More later...
On an unrelated topic, the tiny island nation of Kiribati (where my dad, sisters and stepmother live) has taken a small step toward toppling a giant, or so you might think by the reaction... After Kiribati suddenly recognized Taiwan as like an actual country and let them have an embassy there, the Chinese government broke diplomatic ties and rushed home like the crazed immature babies they are.
Not speaking about my friend April in particular, but people are a lot like rats (hmm...but my rat is named April...) as I am sure I have stated before in my blog.
Co-dependency...the parallel between battered women and rats... When my rat May was living, April had a tendency to pluck May's hair out (for reasons never known to me...) So, figuring that May occassionally got tired of the abuse, I would put them in separate cages but then leave the doors open in case they wanted to get back in the same cage together or just sit out on the table. Invariably, May would go rejoin April in the other cage...
Destructiveness... Last week April (still talking about the rat here) crawled into my closet and ruined my funeral skirt by taking exactly two bites out of it. She didn't chew it up and make a nest out of it (well, she probably didn't have time anyway...) she just chomped on it just enough to ruin it.
More later...
On an unrelated topic, the tiny island nation of Kiribati (where my dad, sisters and stepmother live) has taken a small step toward toppling a giant, or so you might think by the reaction... After Kiribati suddenly recognized Taiwan as like an actual country and let them have an embassy there, the Chinese government broke diplomatic ties and rushed home like the crazed immature babies they are.
Thursday, December 18, 2003
This is my kinda game! Of course, I would probably have to play with two 12 ounce beers. And, the only competitors I could find would probably just only play if they could use bottled water. Oh, my life is so fun...
Thursday, December 11, 2003
First of all, I would like to point out that I am always right and you all come around to my way of thinking eventually and then give me absolutely no credit. You know who you are.
What, you ask, brings you back to your blog today, Sarah? What indeed... My favorite subject, of course. My yeasties and my fervent hope that they all die soon! Anyway, I went to a new doctor because my yeasties are so cute that I had to share the wealth with other doctors... Or, erm, I think that 6 months is a good lifespan for yeasties and want them dead dead dead! Anyway, I told the new doctor the yeastie saga. This rather sympathetic doctor (a change, both the sympathy and the doctor part (the others were nurse practioners..)) commented that I had tried all the usual drugs. I mentioned that word that doctors love to hear (the "Internet") and said I read about anti-fungal drugs that are prescribed to people dying of AIDS... So, she prescribed me some! Just kidding. She looked at me weird and said that those are awfully hard on the liver. Maybe it is best to conserve the liver if you are expected to live on after treatment... I don't know. The good part of the visit is that she prescribed a new drug and one of the old drugs (Terazol, which is supposedly the best yeastie drug out there...) The new one is just an antibiotic. Those are really supposed to cause yeasties, buy hey, I am not that picky. All I want is something that has not yet been tried.
In other dread disease news, my mother does not have hepatitis. She stuck a needle into a person with hepatisis and then stuck it into herself. This sounds rather exotic, but really it wasn't since she is a nurse. She was naturally fearful that she had contracted the disease, but I pointed out that she probably doesn't have anymore than 10 or 15 years left either way. She did not find this very comforting... What is that movie in which someone shouts, "Do you want to live forever?!" Apparently so. And she her optimist is unaffected by the relatively short lives of her immediate family. With those genes, I am planning on struggling on to maybe 62, with some luck... She insists that the true longevity of her family has been obscured by early deaths from smoking related disease... Well, that would be an argument in favor of her long life...if she hadn't smoked.
What, you ask, brings you back to your blog today, Sarah? What indeed... My favorite subject, of course. My yeasties and my fervent hope that they all die soon! Anyway, I went to a new doctor because my yeasties are so cute that I had to share the wealth with other doctors... Or, erm, I think that 6 months is a good lifespan for yeasties and want them dead dead dead! Anyway, I told the new doctor the yeastie saga. This rather sympathetic doctor (a change, both the sympathy and the doctor part (the others were nurse practioners..)) commented that I had tried all the usual drugs. I mentioned that word that doctors love to hear (the "Internet") and said I read about anti-fungal drugs that are prescribed to people dying of AIDS... So, she prescribed me some! Just kidding. She looked at me weird and said that those are awfully hard on the liver. Maybe it is best to conserve the liver if you are expected to live on after treatment... I don't know. The good part of the visit is that she prescribed a new drug and one of the old drugs (Terazol, which is supposedly the best yeastie drug out there...) The new one is just an antibiotic. Those are really supposed to cause yeasties, buy hey, I am not that picky. All I want is something that has not yet been tried.
In other dread disease news, my mother does not have hepatitis. She stuck a needle into a person with hepatisis and then stuck it into herself. This sounds rather exotic, but really it wasn't since she is a nurse. She was naturally fearful that she had contracted the disease, but I pointed out that she probably doesn't have anymore than 10 or 15 years left either way. She did not find this very comforting... What is that movie in which someone shouts, "Do you want to live forever?!" Apparently so. And she her optimist is unaffected by the relatively short lives of her immediate family. With those genes, I am planning on struggling on to maybe 62, with some luck... She insists that the true longevity of her family has been obscured by early deaths from smoking related disease... Well, that would be an argument in favor of her long life...if she hadn't smoked.
Sunday, November 30, 2003
My brush with fame! This evening at the Schuster Center, the guy from "Judging Amy" walked by! I wouldn't have noticed him, probably, but someone had already pointed out that he was walking around. Apparently, he is dating the white cat actress in "Cats." I like to see famous people in person because it is neat that there is only one of them in the world and they happen to be where I am.
Saturday, November 22, 2003
My exciting life...
My life has been very exciting lately! I have done some things that I have never done before or I haven't done in a long time!
Never before...
*Smoked a cigar (strangely, I liked it! It didn't taste icky like cigarettes and it perked me up after excessive Indian food and booze...)
*Went to a poetry reading (Billy Collins...comic genius...)
*Went to a mediation session at a dharma center (the longest 40 minutes of my long life...)
Not for many many years...
*Got a perm (feedback from friends and colleagues was that perms was an all time hair low...some friends indignant at other perm haired friend for "leading poor Sarah astray"...(raising the question of who is to blame for all of my previous hair "styles"...))
*Went to a dance club (they have beds in dance clubs now!!)
My life has been very exciting lately! I have done some things that I have never done before or I haven't done in a long time!
Never before...
*Smoked a cigar (strangely, I liked it! It didn't taste icky like cigarettes and it perked me up after excessive Indian food and booze...)
*Went to a poetry reading (Billy Collins...comic genius...)
*Went to a mediation session at a dharma center (the longest 40 minutes of my long life...)
Not for many many years...
*Got a perm (feedback from friends and colleagues was that perms was an all time hair low...some friends indignant at other perm haired friend for "leading poor Sarah astray"...(raising the question of who is to blame for all of my previous hair "styles"...))
*Went to a dance club (they have beds in dance clubs now!!)
Well, it is official. I am a hypochondriac loon. According to my doctor, the only hope (slight) is intensive yoga. Here are the diseases I don't have:
*Hypothyroidism (sadly...)
*AIDs (thankfully...but no surprise because the platelett people are always after my plateletts) (I don't want any comments from you politically correct folks out there saying that I should have written HIV, because if you have a yeast infection for 5 months and have the HIV virus, that is AIDs!)
*Diabetes (no surprise there...I don't think anyone in my family has ever had that...)
*Hypoglycemia
*Other diseases/conditions the doctor thought fit to test me for but did not bother to mention...
Questions the doctor asked me that confirmed my belief that he thinks I am a loon...
1. Do you feel like hurting other people?
2. What, you have a job? Where?
Question I asked him that he couldn't answer...
1. Is intensive yoga going to make my 5 month old yeast infection go away?
*Hypothyroidism (sadly...)
*AIDs (thankfully...but no surprise because the platelett people are always after my plateletts) (I don't want any comments from you politically correct folks out there saying that I should have written HIV, because if you have a yeast infection for 5 months and have the HIV virus, that is AIDs!)
*Diabetes (no surprise there...I don't think anyone in my family has ever had that...)
*Hypoglycemia
*Other diseases/conditions the doctor thought fit to test me for but did not bother to mention...
Questions the doctor asked me that confirmed my belief that he thinks I am a loon...
1. Do you feel like hurting other people?
2. What, you have a job? Where?
Question I asked him that he couldn't answer...
1. Is intensive yoga going to make my 5 month old yeast infection go away?
Saturday, November 01, 2003
Hehehe. My hypochondria (self diagnosed based on yet another Internet test!) has been fueled again!
I mentioned to my mother that, according the blood donation workers, I have low blood pressure (almost so low they won't take my blood (100/60 when it has to be 100/50)) and a low temperature (96.8). Luckily, I don't have a particularly slow heart rate (80 when it can be between 50 and 100...)
Then, my mother, who is a nurse, asked if I had every been tested for hypothyrodism. Ah, the words I love to hear... Alas, I had read about the symptoms in "Vogue" in 1996 or 1997 and rushed to a doctor. I was disappointed in yet another quest to actually have a disease instead of a bunch of vague chronic fatiguey symptoms. I rushed to the doctor once when a tick bit me too when Lyme's disease came out...
"Hypothyroidism, or underactivity of the thyroid gland, may cause a variety of symptoms and may affect all body functions. The body's normal rate of functioning slows, causing mental and physical sluggishness. (Is this Sarah or what!!) The symptoms may vary from mild to severe, with the most severe form called myxedema, which is a medical emergency."
Here are the symptoms! I bolded the ones that apply to me...
Early symptoms:
weakness
fatigue
cold intolerance
constipation
weight gain (unintentional)
depression
joint or muscle pain
thin, brittle fingernails
thin and brittle hair
pale color
Well, there are a lot of "late symptoms" I don't have, so I will skip over them...
I mentioned to my mother that, according the blood donation workers, I have low blood pressure (almost so low they won't take my blood (100/60 when it has to be 100/50)) and a low temperature (96.8). Luckily, I don't have a particularly slow heart rate (80 when it can be between 50 and 100...)
Then, my mother, who is a nurse, asked if I had every been tested for hypothyrodism. Ah, the words I love to hear... Alas, I had read about the symptoms in "Vogue" in 1996 or 1997 and rushed to a doctor. I was disappointed in yet another quest to actually have a disease instead of a bunch of vague chronic fatiguey symptoms. I rushed to the doctor once when a tick bit me too when Lyme's disease came out...
"Hypothyroidism, or underactivity of the thyroid gland, may cause a variety of symptoms and may affect all body functions. The body's normal rate of functioning slows, causing mental and physical sluggishness. (Is this Sarah or what!!) The symptoms may vary from mild to severe, with the most severe form called myxedema, which is a medical emergency."
Here are the symptoms! I bolded the ones that apply to me...
Early symptoms:
weakness
fatigue
cold intolerance
constipation
weight gain (unintentional)
depression
joint or muscle pain
thin, brittle fingernails
thin and brittle hair
pale color
Well, there are a lot of "late symptoms" I don't have, so I will skip over them...
Friday, October 31, 2003
Thursday, October 30, 2003
Tuesday, October 28, 2003
OMG OMG!!! My friend from high school got my letter and wrote me back! What fun! Me and Allen were reciprocal sidekicks in high school. He said he was too cheap to pay the $39.00 to email me too! Just for the record, I was going to shell it out to email him via classmates.com if he didn't write me back. Oh my, I have been going down memory lane since I got his message... Oh, the fights we had. Hopefully, he will be able to remember about what. I remember the floppy shoe argument (he wouldn't go into the quickstop with me because he was embarassed because I was wearing his shoes (he has very big feet...)) The stalled car argument (he thought we looked silly pushing the car down the road...)... Of course, I don't remember any of the ones that were my fault.
Monday, October 27, 2003
Woo-hoo! Haloscan worked!
On to my next message:
From Spanky/Sparky: "Its (sic) Spanky, not Sparky. And why do you assume I am a he?"
Sarah's response: Spanky, I am sorry I called you Sparky... But, really, your name is not actually Spanky either!! How do I know you are a a he? Well, it is hard to say exactly... How does one know it is going to rain? How does one know when someone doesn't her? (Oops, bad example... I haven't mastered that skill...) Anyway, sometimes, you just can tell stuff... But, if you provide me with some hints, I can revise my assessment...
On to my next message:
From Spanky/Sparky: "Its (sic) Spanky, not Sparky. And why do you assume I am a he?"
Sarah's response: Spanky, I am sorry I called you Sparky... But, really, your name is not actually Spanky either!! How do I know you are a a he? Well, it is hard to say exactly... How does one know it is going to rain? How does one know when someone doesn't her? (Oops, bad example... I haven't mastered that skill...) Anyway, sometimes, you just can tell stuff... But, if you provide me with some hints, I can revise my assessment...
Response to recent messages...
My sister wrote: "You were supposed to get comments from Haloscan... Why so lazy?"
My response: Initially, I started an exigeses of my laziness (I am giving my blog reading public a lot of opportunities to correct my vocabulary tonight...), but then, I was like, hey, maybe I will just use this time to add the haloscan thing to my blog! So, I am trying it now...
My sister wrote: "You were supposed to get comments from Haloscan... Why so lazy?"
My response: Initially, I started an exigeses of my laziness (I am giving my blog reading public a lot of opportunities to correct my vocabulary tonight...), but then, I was like, hey, maybe I will just use this time to add the haloscan thing to my blog! So, I am trying it now...
I finally deleted some posts from the guestbook to make room for more comments from my loyal public! Instead of deleting the oldest posts, I went through and randomly deleted posts that did not appeal to me... Hairball cat compliments (really, compliments in general...)were spared... Ruthlessly deleted were any posts that suggested that I was somehow less than perfect...especially any impugned my desireability as a beloved... (I mean, if I weren't vain, I wouldn't have a blog, now would I...)
Saturday, October 25, 2003
My newest pyschiatric diagnosis... I am sorry to say, I didn't come up with this one myself... I took this crazy person test and scored high on schizoid personality
I think that I have a very mild form...
Schizoid Personality Disorder:
A pervasive pattern of detachment from social relationships and a restricted range of expression of emotions in interpersonal settings, beginning by early adulthood and present in a variety of contexts, as indicated by four (or more) of the following:
(1) neither desires nor enjoys close relationships, including being part of a family
(2) almost always chooses solitary activities
(3) has little, if any, interest in having sexual experiences with another person
(4) takes pleasure in few, if any, activities
(5) lacks close friends or confidants other than first-degree relatives
(6) appears indifferent to the praise or criticism of others
(7) shows emotional coldness, detachment, or flattened affectivity
I think that I have a very mild form...
Schizoid Personality Disorder:
A pervasive pattern of detachment from social relationships and a restricted range of expression of emotions in interpersonal settings, beginning by early adulthood and present in a variety of contexts, as indicated by four (or more) of the following:
(1) neither desires nor enjoys close relationships, including being part of a family
(2) almost always chooses solitary activities
(3) has little, if any, interest in having sexual experiences with another person
(4) takes pleasure in few, if any, activities
(5) lacks close friends or confidants other than first-degree relatives
(6) appears indifferent to the praise or criticism of others
(7) shows emotional coldness, detachment, or flattened affectivity
Saturday, October 18, 2003
"Its head appears too small for its body and it looks more like a squat, grumpy blob than a living creature..."
Ah, the English are so harsh...
Ah, the English are so harsh...
Now I forgot what my product was... Hmm. Not Resolve (the carpet cleaner...though I do highly recommend it.) Ooh, I remember. Cracklin Oat Bran! Expensive and fattening, but very good. I first felt the spark in college...
Speaking of rekindling sparks (at least friendly sparks...), Sarah is dragging the past for old friends... After exchanging email with old high school friend Sean (still suspected as Sparky...) just last week, I noticed that boon friend of old Allen had joined classmates.com and, being to cheap to pay $39.00 to email him, I wrote him a letter, like through the mail! Then, heady with nostalgia, I tracked down an address for old college friend Ann and dispatched another letter. Who will be the next Sarah contact victim... Who indeed... MAYBE SPARKY if he discloses his identity. Though, I am still not convinced that Sparky is known personally to me. I still think he is a friend of my sister's. For reasons that are hard to pin down, he just seems a bit brighter than most of my friends (no offense...hehehehe)...
New pictures on my site (by the word "new")!! My most recent set of pictures have inspired me to start recording my camera settings to figure out what the $&#%)& is going wrong...
Speaking of rekindling sparks (at least friendly sparks...), Sarah is dragging the past for old friends... After exchanging email with old high school friend Sean (still suspected as Sparky...) just last week, I noticed that boon friend of old Allen had joined classmates.com and, being to cheap to pay $39.00 to email him, I wrote him a letter, like through the mail! Then, heady with nostalgia, I tracked down an address for old college friend Ann and dispatched another letter. Who will be the next Sarah contact victim... Who indeed... MAYBE SPARKY if he discloses his identity. Though, I am still not convinced that Sparky is known personally to me. I still think he is a friend of my sister's. For reasons that are hard to pin down, he just seems a bit brighter than most of my friends (no offense...hehehehe)...
New pictures on my site (by the word "new")!! My most recent set of pictures have inspired me to start recording my camera settings to figure out what the $&#%)& is going wrong...
Friday, October 10, 2003
Blog silence is broken!! I have been inspired by learning a new word and also wanting to share a product recommendation with my blog reading public. In struggling through a crossword puzzle, I came accross the clue "slugabed's sin." I have never encountered the word before, but I instantly knew...I am a slugabed! The most flattering definition I could find is from the American Heritage Dictionary - "One inclined to stay in bed out of laziness." Less flattering from Roget's - "A self-indulgent person who spends time avoiding work or other useful activity..."
Geez, after my first modern day blog effort, I am not too tired to recommend my product. I will rest up until later.
Geez, after my first modern day blog effort, I am not too tired to recommend my product. I will rest up until later.
Tuesday, September 30, 2003
Ah, too late for my beloved Pinky...
My lifespan timing sucks! Too late for the big prehistoric rodents and too early to have perpetual Pinkys...
My lifespan timing sucks! Too late for the big prehistoric rodents and too early to have perpetual Pinkys...
Saturday, September 20, 2003
Maybe I don't read other people's blogs as much as I should... Because, blogs are going downhill without my gentle guidance...
First of all...Summer's blog. Hmm. Nevermind, that would take too long... Well, okay, I will say this... If you want a REALLY INTERESTING critique of what is wrong with every though Andrew Sullivan ever had, click here. Summer has always had unnatural fascination with this guy. I don't remember her ever being happier than when the "bareback" scandal broke... Summer has made a huge mistake by adding a site meter to her blog. Now she is depressed that she is far and away her most frequent visitor... Ah, if only Andrew would flame her...
Then, there is Dana!... I take issue with her analysis of my Internet dating success! I think it has been wildly successful!!!! I have met some very nice people who I would not have met otherwise. Geez, what do you people expect!? As Amy's blog shows, Amy signed up and quickly duplicated my experience of meeting a very nice and normal man who she enjoyed meeting. Ah, the joy of vindycation...
Why is it if ever I am not seen at work the minute I am expected, everyone assumes Sarah has not properly notified her employer and is most likely dead. It never seems to occur to someone that I might have simply called in sick. Am I so reliable that I have to be dead to not show up at work... Dana in particular seems to expect me to meet a bad end soon. Last time someone died around here, she feared ("feared" might be too strong of a word...) it was me.
And Shannon has spewed more rat hating vitriol on her blog...
An interview with Shannon...
Q: What is worse than being gay?
A: The Girl Scouts funding a organ transplant operation on a gay rat with money they raised from stem cell research with stem cells harvested from Harry Connick, Jr's aborted fetus.
Erm...maybe you had to be there...
She is probably going to make me delete this...
First of all...Summer's blog. Hmm. Nevermind, that would take too long... Well, okay, I will say this... If you want a REALLY INTERESTING critique of what is wrong with every though Andrew Sullivan ever had, click here. Summer has always had unnatural fascination with this guy. I don't remember her ever being happier than when the "bareback" scandal broke... Summer has made a huge mistake by adding a site meter to her blog. Now she is depressed that she is far and away her most frequent visitor... Ah, if only Andrew would flame her...
Then, there is Dana!... I take issue with her analysis of my Internet dating success! I think it has been wildly successful!!!! I have met some very nice people who I would not have met otherwise. Geez, what do you people expect!? As Amy's blog shows, Amy signed up and quickly duplicated my experience of meeting a very nice and normal man who she enjoyed meeting. Ah, the joy of vindycation...
Why is it if ever I am not seen at work the minute I am expected, everyone assumes Sarah has not properly notified her employer and is most likely dead. It never seems to occur to someone that I might have simply called in sick. Am I so reliable that I have to be dead to not show up at work... Dana in particular seems to expect me to meet a bad end soon. Last time someone died around here, she feared ("feared" might be too strong of a word...) it was me.
And Shannon has spewed more rat hating vitriol on her blog...
An interview with Shannon...
Q: What is worse than being gay?
A: The Girl Scouts funding a organ transplant operation on a gay rat with money they raised from stem cell research with stem cells harvested from Harry Connick, Jr's aborted fetus.
Erm...maybe you had to be there...
She is probably going to make me delete this...
Thursday, September 18, 2003
Tuesday, September 16, 2003
The Longest Day...
As we all know, Sarah about 4 hours of mental energy in any given day. So, eek, the horror of the Sarah Saturday now... I must wake up at 7:30 and drive to my 9:10 class in Cincy. The class ends an agonizing four hours later at which time I have to drive directly to work and work from 2:00 to midnight. For those of you good at math, you might notice that the ordeal takes 16 hours. That is four times my allotted energy for the day!!!! Eek. So far, on day 1 of class, I had to go to a wedding so I didn't have to go to work. Day 2 - called in sick to work. Day 3 - went to work and begged co-worker who happened to be there to work from 8 p.m. to midnight for me and went home. Erm...hopefully I will have adjusted to the idea by week 4? It is pretty clear to me that I wouldn't have lasted a day in a concentration camp...
Guard one - Why does that one keep trying to sneak into the crematorium line?
Guard two - I don't know what she has against 18 hours of force labored. She obviously has energy to spare with that butt...
Ahh, the problems of being delicate...
As we all know, Sarah about 4 hours of mental energy in any given day. So, eek, the horror of the Sarah Saturday now... I must wake up at 7:30 and drive to my 9:10 class in Cincy. The class ends an agonizing four hours later at which time I have to drive directly to work and work from 2:00 to midnight. For those of you good at math, you might notice that the ordeal takes 16 hours. That is four times my allotted energy for the day!!!! Eek. So far, on day 1 of class, I had to go to a wedding so I didn't have to go to work. Day 2 - called in sick to work. Day 3 - went to work and begged co-worker who happened to be there to work from 8 p.m. to midnight for me and went home. Erm...hopefully I will have adjusted to the idea by week 4? It is pretty clear to me that I wouldn't have lasted a day in a concentration camp...
Guard one - Why does that one keep trying to sneak into the crematorium line?
Guard two - I don't know what she has against 18 hours of force labored. She obviously has energy to spare with that butt...
Ahh, the problems of being delicate...
Saturday, September 13, 2003
Wednesday, September 10, 2003
Ahh, at least one of my blog readers appreciates me...
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Hi Sarah,
Why so few pictures from your holiday? Wasn't that the holiday trip
that almost silenced the voice of the Inspirational BLOG? A day of fear,
always to be remember by your BLOG readers. The fragility that follows
Sarah on long road trips.
The people demand more pictures.
Lee :)
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Hi Sarah,
Why so few pictures from your holiday? Wasn't that the holiday trip
that almost silenced the voice of the Inspirational BLOG? A day of fear,
always to be remember by your BLOG readers. The fragility that follows
Sarah on long road trips.
The people demand more pictures.
Lee :)
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Tuesday, September 09, 2003
Monday, September 08, 2003
Nothing brings Sarah to the blog like a product recommendation... Today's product is Marzena Natural Wax Strings. While you can use this for whatever personal hair problems you might happen to have, I use them to wax my fluffy upper lip hair that occasionally catches my attention. This stuff is much better than all products I have ever tried. So many products do not live up to their claims, but this actually pulls out tons of little hairs! The box lasts forever, too. I got mine at Walgreen's.
I forgot to link to the Tofutti Cutie website the other day...
While looking for the Tofutti Cutie website, I came across this blog that might be of interest to us vegetarians... I haven't gotten a chance to look at it yet though... Also, for all you folks whose sense of justice is still evolving...
Having the blog sort of removes one of the reasons I need a personal assistant to handle all my important affairs. Throughout the day, I often think that I should remember to tell X about Y (for example, tell Shannon that the rates at the local loonybin have dropped considerably) and wish that I had a personal assistant to write it down and remind me later. Or, better yet, write it down and make the call X to deliver earth shattering news himself/herself. At least if I am at home when this spread the good news urge hits me, I can walk over and log into my blog.
A fine example of why I really need to win the lottery so I can hire a personal assistance happened yesterday. I was in Wal-Mart with Shannon when I saw a littles girl's dress with ABC's on it. (I have a weird thing about childlike clothes (please feel free to share any insight you my have into via email or my guest book...)) If I had the personal assistant, I could just point to it and say, "Get me one in my size ASAP." Same thing happened with some shoes later. I liked a pair of Wal-mart shoes but wanted them in pink. Naturally, pink was not a choice... Geez, really, my personal assistant needs are really pretty endless...
1. Like, right now, I am really wondering if my health food store has Yves brand fake cheese... I have been wondering about this for quite awhile, but haven't made it over there yet. Oops. Wait, I just realized I could call. Well, that is another good part about a blog! You can work through your problems...
2. Well, this I know I need. I need someone to sit at my apartment all day and watch to see what April does to May when I am not there... Their cage is on the table now so I can observe at all times while I am here...
More on this later, I am sure...
I forgot to link to the Tofutti Cutie website the other day...
While looking for the Tofutti Cutie website, I came across this blog that might be of interest to us vegetarians... I haven't gotten a chance to look at it yet though... Also, for all you folks whose sense of justice is still evolving...
Having the blog sort of removes one of the reasons I need a personal assistant to handle all my important affairs. Throughout the day, I often think that I should remember to tell X about Y (for example, tell Shannon that the rates at the local loonybin have dropped considerably) and wish that I had a personal assistant to write it down and remind me later. Or, better yet, write it down and make the call X to deliver earth shattering news himself/herself. At least if I am at home when this spread the good news urge hits me, I can walk over and log into my blog.
A fine example of why I really need to win the lottery so I can hire a personal assistance happened yesterday. I was in Wal-Mart with Shannon when I saw a littles girl's dress with ABC's on it. (I have a weird thing about childlike clothes (please feel free to share any insight you my have into via email or my guest book...)) If I had the personal assistant, I could just point to it and say, "Get me one in my size ASAP." Same thing happened with some shoes later. I liked a pair of Wal-mart shoes but wanted them in pink. Naturally, pink was not a choice... Geez, really, my personal assistant needs are really pretty endless...
1. Like, right now, I am really wondering if my health food store has Yves brand fake cheese... I have been wondering about this for quite awhile, but haven't made it over there yet. Oops. Wait, I just realized I could call. Well, that is another good part about a blog! You can work through your problems...
2. Well, this I know I need. I need someone to sit at my apartment all day and watch to see what April does to May when I am not there... Their cage is on the table now so I can observe at all times while I am here...
More on this later, I am sure...
Saturday, September 06, 2003
This is an extremely rare occasion. I am cooking something and I wanted to share this exciting experience with my blog reading public! I am making veggie spaghetti! It is a multi-step process, as you folks who are familiar with spaghetti know. I have even added onions to Bocca fake veggie meat and Ragu sauce. Oh, I should stop, I am probably making y'all hungy.
Okay, I ate it. It was pretty good. It will be a lot better after I refrigerate it overnight.
Just when you thought my blog could not get anymore boring...I am now struggling with the decision to go to sleep or go over to LeTonda's to watch a movie... Oh, what to do what to do.
Oh no. I just got a note from my ISP telling me I have the blaster worm and I might be spreading it to other computers. I must follow their directions in the note, which is probably from the blaster worm people in the first place, or they are going to cut off my service. Going to bed is looking better and better. I have a book I am really excited about so maybe I will read that for a bit. More on this book later...
Well, probably the "blaster worm" has done my public a favor by killing off this really boring post.
Let me just add that you should all check out the Tofrutti Cutie soy ice cream like sandwich! I just ate one and it tasted about 98% like normal ice cream sandwich! Well, maybe 95%...
Okay, I ate it. It was pretty good. It will be a lot better after I refrigerate it overnight.
Just when you thought my blog could not get anymore boring...I am now struggling with the decision to go to sleep or go over to LeTonda's to watch a movie... Oh, what to do what to do.
Oh no. I just got a note from my ISP telling me I have the blaster worm and I might be spreading it to other computers. I must follow their directions in the note, which is probably from the blaster worm people in the first place, or they are going to cut off my service. Going to bed is looking better and better. I have a book I am really excited about so maybe I will read that for a bit. More on this book later...
Well, probably the "blaster worm" has done my public a favor by killing off this really boring post.
Let me just add that you should all check out the Tofrutti Cutie soy ice cream like sandwich! I just ate one and it tasted about 98% like normal ice cream sandwich! Well, maybe 95%...
Friday, September 05, 2003
Spanky, how do you know I don't have a friend named Dale?! We haven't seen each other in over a decade... Unless...with this last comment you sound kind of like Dan! Dan, fess up! And you pretend to not even read my blog!
I had another dream... Sarah is very freaked out by sea creatures, particularly of the long skinny variety. I about had a heart attack when I saw an octopus arm in the waters of Kiribati. I just saw the arm and darted off ASAP before I saw the rest. Turns out, there was nothing else to see. It was just a sea slug...
Anyway, in my dream, I was on a dock with my sister and some other people. Someone jumped out of the water after seeing a sea creature. I looked into the water and saw a terrifying nest of long skinny colorful sea creatures. I was turning to run away from the dock when Phantom fell in the water! I was deciding whether I was brave enough to jump in after her when I was spared the decision by waking up. Thank heavens because things weren't looking very good for Phantom...
I had another dream... Sarah is very freaked out by sea creatures, particularly of the long skinny variety. I about had a heart attack when I saw an octopus arm in the waters of Kiribati. I just saw the arm and darted off ASAP before I saw the rest. Turns out, there was nothing else to see. It was just a sea slug...
Anyway, in my dream, I was on a dock with my sister and some other people. Someone jumped out of the water after seeing a sea creature. I looked into the water and saw a terrifying nest of long skinny colorful sea creatures. I was turning to run away from the dock when Phantom fell in the water! I was deciding whether I was brave enough to jump in after her when I was spared the decision by waking up. Thank heavens because things weren't looking very good for Phantom...
Thank heavens! I am not getting chunked out of my library science class. Squeezing money back out of Kent State is impossible, so I would take a class in cat eyeball disection (only if the cats weren't mine and died a natural death) to avoid that fight...
So, getting up to rush to the library this morning was not for nothing since I will have to turn in my homework...
I have some pictures from my trip to NY that I will post later. Featured will be the world's cutest child and Niagra Falls...
So, getting up to rush to the library this morning was not for nothing since I will have to turn in my homework...
I have some pictures from my trip to NY that I will post later. Featured will be the world's cutest child and Niagra Falls...
Thursday, September 04, 2003
I have a lot to say tonight! Tomorrow, I have to get up at the crack of dawn to track down 5 school library magazines to review for a class I might get kicked out of... Apparently, the class I registered for is not an elective for people not registered in the school library licensure program. I just realized this today, but I still have to do the homework in case I don't get kicked out of the class. Argh.
Eek, everything reminds me of me today!!!
On the back of a book entitled Why Girls Are Weird...
"When Anna Koval starts posting partially fabricated stories about her life in Austin on the Internet, she hardly imagines anyone beside her friend Dale is going to read them. Teaching herself HTML just seemed like a way to kill time at her library job...."
The picture on the cover features a frumpishly dressed woman with a cat on her lap...
It is not just me. Coworkers were overheard to remark upon seeing the cover... "Oh, a book about Sarah..."
On the back of a book entitled Why Girls Are Weird...
"When Anna Koval starts posting partially fabricated stories about her life in Austin on the Internet, she hardly imagines anyone beside her friend Dale is going to read them. Teaching herself HTML just seemed like a way to kill time at her library job...."
The picture on the cover features a frumpishly dressed woman with a cat on her lap...
It is not just me. Coworkers were overheard to remark upon seeing the cover... "Oh, a book about Sarah..."
Eek... From the news about the guy who blew up..
Friends of deliveryman robber don't find him capable of heist
ERIE, Pa. (AP) — Living in a rented cottage with hand-me-down furniture and three cats, Brian Douglas Wells was content to deliver pizzas 27 hours a week and spend much of his free time listening to his stereo. Money, say his friends, never meant much to him.....
With a few changes we could have...
Friends of pizza eater don't find her capable of heist
West Carrollton, OH (AP) — Living in a rented apartment with hand-me-down furniture and 5 cats, Sarah was content to eat an occasional pizza and spend much of her free time listening to herself nap. Money, say her friends, never meant much to her...
Woo-hoo! Unmaterialistic cat owners can commit crimes without suspicion (but we are going to sound kinda loserish in our news stories...)
Friends of deliveryman robber don't find him capable of heist
ERIE, Pa. (AP) — Living in a rented cottage with hand-me-down furniture and three cats, Brian Douglas Wells was content to deliver pizzas 27 hours a week and spend much of his free time listening to his stereo. Money, say his friends, never meant much to him.....
With a few changes we could have...
Friends of pizza eater don't find her capable of heist
West Carrollton, OH (AP) — Living in a rented apartment with hand-me-down furniture and 5 cats, Sarah was content to eat an occasional pizza and spend much of her free time listening to herself nap. Money, say her friends, never meant much to her...
Woo-hoo! Unmaterialistic cat owners can commit crimes without suspicion (but we are going to sound kinda loserish in our news stories...)
Help! My rat May is suffering from domestic abuse. Mean old April (my rat, not my human friend) chews on May and pulls out her hair. She also tries to keep May from getting any of the good food, even if she herself has plenty at the moment. Well, actually, all rats do that and it is really hilarious. You hand one rat some food and she puts it in her mouth and then rushes over and tries to grab the food you are handing to the other rat. If successful, the rat tries to stuff the newly stolen food in her mouth but finds it is already full. This is particular funny with chocolate covered peanuts. This food thievery is only a problem for these two since the fat and robust April easily dominates skinny sickly May (mycoplasma, the scourge of rathood...)
I tried separating them, but rats are like people. They don't necessarily get along well with others, but they don't want to be alone, either. So, when I put them in separate cages, they look bored and sad. And then when I open both cages and let them roam at their pleasure, April goes to sit in May's cage for awhile while May walks around the table. Eventually they both end up going to the same cage to snuggle up for a nap. So then, they look so cute and happy that I hate to return them to their separate cages. I never see April actually beat up May, but something must be going on for May to have those sores. Me and the cats didn't do it and I don't think that May can bite herself on the back on her neck. Hmm, the cats. Last night Elsa did swipe May off the dining room table! A terrible assault on a sickly and weak creature. Elsa does have a mean streak... I yelled at Elsa extensively so hopefully she won't do it again. Luckily, May's indomitable spirit prevailed. When I put her back on the table she quickly waddled back over to the edge where Elsa swatted her off. I am surrounded by weirdos...
I tried separating them, but rats are like people. They don't necessarily get along well with others, but they don't want to be alone, either. So, when I put them in separate cages, they look bored and sad. And then when I open both cages and let them roam at their pleasure, April goes to sit in May's cage for awhile while May walks around the table. Eventually they both end up going to the same cage to snuggle up for a nap. So then, they look so cute and happy that I hate to return them to their separate cages. I never see April actually beat up May, but something must be going on for May to have those sores. Me and the cats didn't do it and I don't think that May can bite herself on the back on her neck. Hmm, the cats. Last night Elsa did swipe May off the dining room table! A terrible assault on a sickly and weak creature. Elsa does have a mean streak... I yelled at Elsa extensively so hopefully she won't do it again. Luckily, May's indomitable spirit prevailed. When I put her back on the table she quickly waddled back over to the edge where Elsa swatted her off. I am surrounded by weirdos...
Monday, September 01, 2003
Last night I dreamed that I took two of my cats (Elsa and Phantom, I think...) to the vet to see if they were suitable candidates for a...cat foreign exchange program! Apparently, they passed their veternarian examinations and I was told to take them to the airport to fly them to someplace like Brazil in January. At first I was excited about this in my dream, but then I started to wonder if why on earth I would consider shipping my cats to Brazil? To share the wonder of my cats with others?! To expand the cats' horizons? Right before I woke up I started to worry that the Brazilian person was going to send me his/her cats... I always try to figure out what dreams mean... I think this one might have been sparked by reading a Dear Abby column about a husband who is obsessed with his visiting foreign exchange student. Also in way of explanation, yesterday when I woke up, I had three cats snuggled in my arms with their noses up by my face. I thought about how lucky I was to be greeted by so many friendly eyes in the morning. But then again that night, I was thinking how unlucky I am to rarely get to read in bed in peace without Bean sticking his nose under my book or Blacky kneading my stomach.
Then I dreamed that I systematically hunted down and killed all my blog readers with a knitting needle.*
*Just kidding...
Then I dreamed that I systematically hunted down and killed all my blog readers with a knitting needle.*
*Just kidding...
Thursday, August 28, 2003
Sarah malady of the day...a headache. I have some new martini glasses courtesy of Lee (oops, I think I am suppose to share them with Spinsters With Cats) so I decided that since a martini glass is smaller than a wine glass, I would drink less if I used the martini glass. So, naturally, it being so small, I kept filling it up while assuring myself that though I was drinking lots of glasses of wine, I was not actually consuming that much wine. When I woke up this morning with a headache, I started to suspect that a martini glass is not that much smaller than a wine glass. To test the theory, I poured a martini glass full of water into a measuring cup. Eek. My headache was quickly explained... I was never good at judging volume by the size of the container. Please yeasties!!! Forgive me for the misjudgment. It will not happen again.
Wednesday, August 27, 2003
OMG OMG OMG! Go to Google and type in "Spinsters With Cat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" We are famous!!! Oh my, I didn't even try Yahoo. BRB. Geez, we are on Yahoo too! All thanks to the fine efforts of Spinster With Cats webmaster April (I did have to pester her for about an hour to get her to put aside her favorite activity, playing the stupid game Stickit...) We have a web presence!!! Google and Yahoo also found my blog unbidden, maybe because I link to Spinsters with Cats or vice versa? No more seditious or libelous talk for me now, I suppose, now that I am in the public eye. Obscurity, I didn't appreciate you and now you are lost...
I had a weird experience with my heart last night. As you all know, the sound of a ringing phone freaks me out at all hours, but especially when I am asleep. Well, last night I ate a lot so I could clunk out really really early. Disappointingly, the phone rang just after I went to sleep. As usual, my heart started racing, and I must have flopped my arm across my chest in an uncharacteristic manner (I was lying on my side) because suddenly, my heart felt like a little creature trapped in my chest. I could feel it clenching and unclenching itself so clearly and sort of hear (probably more like feel) the squishing blood. It was a kind of freaky feeling, but it quickly subsided...
Ooh, a beautifully overcast day!
I had a weird experience with my heart last night. As you all know, the sound of a ringing phone freaks me out at all hours, but especially when I am asleep. Well, last night I ate a lot so I could clunk out really really early. Disappointingly, the phone rang just after I went to sleep. As usual, my heart started racing, and I must have flopped my arm across my chest in an uncharacteristic manner (I was lying on my side) because suddenly, my heart felt like a little creature trapped in my chest. I could feel it clenching and unclenching itself so clearly and sort of hear (probably more like feel) the squishing blood. It was a kind of freaky feeling, but it quickly subsided...
Ooh, a beautifully overcast day!
Tuesday, August 26, 2003
Woo-hoo! This is the first day of my new early schedule at work! Ah, the possibilities to fill the evening! I could watch TV, read, take a walk, pet my kitties, eat a lot so I clunk out really really early... Ooh, I really like the last option!! The new veggie burger at BW3's is pretty good if one is hungry.
Friday, August 22, 2003
When Pat Buchanan is an itty bit optimistic about something, it is time to be scared...
It is not for no reason that Sarah is considered the family lowbrow (unless you go over to the Hibbs side where the competition is extremely strong...hehehehehe...)... However, I must say for the first time in my long life I have found a poet that I like! Well, other than T.S. Eliot but that is probably just 'cause all depressives identify with "The Wasteland." Anyway, I guess others like him too since he is the Poet Laureate of the U.S. - Billy Collins. Anyway, you all simply must read this the funniest poem ever. (The Country is the title.)
It is not for no reason that Sarah is considered the family lowbrow (unless you go over to the Hibbs side where the competition is extremely strong...hehehehehe...)... However, I must say for the first time in my long life I have found a poet that I like! Well, other than T.S. Eliot but that is probably just 'cause all depressives identify with "The Wasteland." Anyway, I guess others like him too since he is the Poet Laureate of the U.S. - Billy Collins. Anyway, you all simply must read this the funniest poem ever. (The Country is the title.)
I have been reading a book which just happens to be about a heroic spinster...with a cat! The book is "The Hiding Place" by Corrie Ten Bloom, a Dutch woman whose great faith in spinsterhood and cats...erm, I mean God...led her to risk her and her family members necks hiding Jewish people from the the Nazis in WWII. She is the good kind of spinster! One with a dramatic story of lost love that led to eternal spinsterhood. She fell in love with a real loser who seemed to return her affections...for a time. Though he never actually proposed, they talked about how many children they would have (pretty racy talk for the time, I am sure) so she was pretty sure a proposal was imminent...until he showed up to pay respects to her family with his fiance! Now, to be fair, Corrie's own brother told her early on that the man would never marry her because his whole family hung their hopes on him marrying for money, but Corrie was living by a river in Egypt!!! The Nile! Heheheehe. (Denial, get it??) After this heartbreak, she embraced spinsterhood. Which is a much better story than, "oh, I guess I just never wanted to marry anyone who wanted to marry me..."
Unfortunately, Maher Shalal Hashbaz (the cat) does not figure into the story very prominently so far... Corrie just worries about what became of the cat (and the Jews left behind in the secret hiding place) after the whole household was arrested. Hopefully, the Jews got out safely and remembered to let the cat out too... But, I fear the worst...
Guess how many places I have lived since I was 14 year old? 14! What a coincidence. Oh, the funny letters I found when I was digging through old letters trying to find my old addresses. It is sad that I will not have funny letters from you all NOW THAT YOU DON"T SEND ME ANY! Ah, that is the sad thing about email... No more snail mail to be thrown in a box to shock and amuse 20 years later...
Unfortunately, Maher Shalal Hashbaz (the cat) does not figure into the story very prominently so far... Corrie just worries about what became of the cat (and the Jews left behind in the secret hiding place) after the whole household was arrested. Hopefully, the Jews got out safely and remembered to let the cat out too... But, I fear the worst...
Guess how many places I have lived since I was 14 year old? 14! What a coincidence. Oh, the funny letters I found when I was digging through old letters trying to find my old addresses. It is sad that I will not have funny letters from you all NOW THAT YOU DON"T SEND ME ANY! Ah, that is the sad thing about email... No more snail mail to be thrown in a box to shock and amuse 20 years later...
Wednesday, August 20, 2003
Woo-hoo! I have had a very inspired evening! For about 4 years, I have been thinking that I should get a social security card with my name spelled correctly and fill out the OH bar application in case I ever want to take the bar. Tonight, I printed out the applications for both! Goooooooooo Sarah! What will I do next? Does anyone have his/her old address book from 1992? I have to list all my addresses since I was fourteen on the bar application!!! I can't remember the address for the place I lived with Beth Anne in Atlanta in 1992. Lemme know if you have the address! If I can't figure it out, you might have to drive on over there, Summer!
Tuesday, August 19, 2003
Ashcroft is an idiot. The only thing that he could do to increase support for the PATRIOT Act is act like he no longer likes it... Geez, where did he go to elementary school...
Monday, August 18, 2003
Phantom was back this morning! Normally she is so drugged out on her phenobarbital that she is not really herself. She doesn't do a very good job of cleaning her fur and she sleeps much more than normal cats (it scarcely seems possible...) The medicine also dulls her extremely friendly personality. Before she started to take the medicine, she was totally tireless in her efforts of be petted... Last night, I fell asleep and forgot to give her the medicine, so this morning I was awakened by the phenobarb-free friendly Phantom of old who demands to be petted by womping me on the my cheek with her paw. She womped me until I woke up and petted her. The rountine is that when I stop petting her, she womps me on the cheek until I pet her again. This continues until she tired of being petted. So, it looks like we are taking turns petting each other! It is the cutest thing. I really need to tape it for one of those America's funniest pet videos shows! I wanted to get up and tape it this morning but my hair looked terrible and I couldn't waste lots of time because I had to give her the medicine before she had a seizure.
But, it was nice to have my kitty back for a few minutes. An hour later, she was a drugged slug again. Maybe one fine day her seizures will disappear as mysteriously as they came. Her vet says it is entirely possible.
Today I went to the Humane Society and played with kitties! Then, I went to watch LeTonda's niece and nephew play their sports. It was a kitty and kiddy filled day! I tried to tackle LeTonda and she clunked me on the ground twice... Eek. I need to work on my technique...
But, it was nice to have my kitty back for a few minutes. An hour later, she was a drugged slug again. Maybe one fine day her seizures will disappear as mysteriously as they came. Her vet says it is entirely possible.
Today I went to the Humane Society and played with kitties! Then, I went to watch LeTonda's niece and nephew play their sports. It was a kitty and kiddy filled day! I tried to tackle LeTonda and she clunked me on the ground twice... Eek. I need to work on my technique...
Tuesday, August 12, 2003
I have been wasting so much time on Spinsters With Cats that I have been neglecting you, my little bloggy...
But on to wasting more time... We had our second Spinsters With Cats meeting last night. The meeting was surprisingly well attended - 7 people (though not everyone was there at the same time...) Apparently, spinsters with cats are financially flighty because no one felt herself sufficiently reliable to be treasurer... Personally, I don't know what kind of influx of cash they are expecting through t-shirt sales, a kissing booth, and cat treat sales... But, I have to admit, the Spinsters With Cats t-shirt prototypes are pretty darn cute....so, wildfire-like sales are not totally out of the question!
We did decide to use all sales/fundraising proceeds for charitable purposes. I introduced this idea because I figured we could more stuff if we assure folks that the money would not be squandered on spinster strip club nights or beer for Sarah. Sadly, SWC seems to be a noteably non-drinking group (though, one member did barf in a fellow member's car just last week...)
We created a few more club officers, the silliest of which is the How to Remain A Spinster Sex Tips Coordinator (or something like that...) My suggestion was to have an officer in charge of interesting website content in general, but this was shot down... Despite the fact that I came up with the sex tips this idea, I think that we shouldn't have anything too racy because we don't want to offend any potential donors or paraphenalia (sp?) purchasers...
The meeting was so action packed that we did not get to some important items on the agenda...the fall formal, a position statement on psychoactive drugs for cats, automatic expulsion of member for practicing or advocating the practice of beastiality, rejection of candidates for membership who divorce solely to join SWC (it can only be a minor factor...)
On a unrelated note, co-worker Paul has gotten yet another compliment on his newly slimmer physique and he failed to credit Sarah for the diet tip that made it all possible! How quickly they forget...
But on to wasting more time... We had our second Spinsters With Cats meeting last night. The meeting was surprisingly well attended - 7 people (though not everyone was there at the same time...) Apparently, spinsters with cats are financially flighty because no one felt herself sufficiently reliable to be treasurer... Personally, I don't know what kind of influx of cash they are expecting through t-shirt sales, a kissing booth, and cat treat sales... But, I have to admit, the Spinsters With Cats t-shirt prototypes are pretty darn cute....so, wildfire-like sales are not totally out of the question!
We did decide to use all sales/fundraising proceeds for charitable purposes. I introduced this idea because I figured we could more stuff if we assure folks that the money would not be squandered on spinster strip club nights or beer for Sarah. Sadly, SWC seems to be a noteably non-drinking group (though, one member did barf in a fellow member's car just last week...)
We created a few more club officers, the silliest of which is the How to Remain A Spinster Sex Tips Coordinator (or something like that...) My suggestion was to have an officer in charge of interesting website content in general, but this was shot down... Despite the fact that I came up with the sex tips this idea, I think that we shouldn't have anything too racy because we don't want to offend any potential donors or paraphenalia (sp?) purchasers...
The meeting was so action packed that we did not get to some important items on the agenda...the fall formal, a position statement on psychoactive drugs for cats, automatic expulsion of member for practicing or advocating the practice of beastiality, rejection of candidates for membership who divorce solely to join SWC (it can only be a minor factor...)
On a unrelated note, co-worker Paul has gotten yet another compliment on his newly slimmer physique and he failed to credit Sarah for the diet tip that made it all possible! How quickly they forget...
Friday, August 08, 2003
Sarah's thoughts have been so boring lately that she has not bothered to share... Plus, I have been busy with Spinsters With Cats activities. Right now, April and I are trying to make our site show up in search engines like Google and Yahoo. I submitted the site to Google a couple of hours ago but so far nothing has happened. April is too busy playing the world's most mind bogglingly boring video game (called Stickit) to help with the effort this evening.
Sarah's thoughts have been so boring lately that she has not bothered to share... Plus, I have been busy with Spinsters With Cats activities. Right now, April and I are trying to make our site show up in search engines like Google and Yahoo. I submitted the site to Google a couple of hours ago but so far nothing has happened. April is too busy playing the world's most mind bogglingly boring video game (called Stickit) to help with the effort this evening.
Tuesday, August 05, 2003
Monday, August 04, 2003
I have been doing some summer/fall cleaning the last few weekends... Today I came across a diary that escaped the mass diary destruction of my mid twenties. I actually do not remember when I chunked the diaries in the dumpster... This one might have been written after that. Actually, I am pretty sure that it was... I threw my diaries away because I could not stand the thought that someone would read them after my death and discover what I disturbed individual I was. Erm, luckily, I am better now. Anyway, this excerpt will show why the diaries had to be destroyed...
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10/31/1997
I think that it is too late to give an accurate account of the lives of Pinky, Slinky, and Arthur. Much shall be a romanticization since I began this effort so belatedly. I want to write a narrative of their little lives before they are gone and I can't remember their names, like the hamsters of my youth. Or, more likely, I will name all my subsequent rats Pinky and I will get the all confused. (NOTE TO READERS FROM 2003 - The prophecy came true! Over the years I kept renaming my rats the same names...) I want to remember them all as they were when I read this later.
I think that I first hit upon the idea of getting rats when I was at a doctor's or dentist's office. One of the magazines was called "Furry Animals" or "Critters" or something. The magazine article described various pet rodents and said that rats made the best pets because they were both smart and affectionate. I really don't believe I ever had a thought about getting a pet rat before that moment. I do not remember how much time elapsed before I acted.
I am going to leave the scribbling table for a moment to do some historical resarch. I am going to go over and look in my filing cabinet to see if I can find the receipt for Pinky's purchase. "Purchase." Hee hee. What a word to describe getting a pet.
As often happens in life, a great moment escaped documentation. I guess one never knows how much a pet is going to mean to one. I guess it is like buying what later becomes your favorite shirt. Rarely does one recognize it when one sees it.
Anyway, my mind conceived of purchasing a rat in the latter half of June, 1996. I really only remember the date because Pinky escaped (or was captured, I can't remember which) on July 4th, 1996. (NOTE TO READERS: Truly a weird story that I did not see fit to elaborate on at the time... I lost Pinky outside and several days later I saw her outside and recaptured her! What were the odds!?!)
I remember that Aaron Frank was going to accompany me to pick out my rat. However, a friend of his came by his apartment and stayed so long that the pet store closed. So, I went the next day alone. I had called several pet stores to locate some baby rats. I think that I had to call several places.
Avondale Mall in midtown had a pet store that had some "young rats." I asked about baby rats, but they seemed to be confused by the concept. I went into the pet store and didn't see any rats around. They had them in the back in this icky closet like room.
They had three sizes of rats - small, medium and large. I suppose that these characterizations had something to do with their value as food for snakes with sicko owners. We wonder why people are so cruel to each other when this sort of barbarism is considered socially acceptable. Ask not why you are the victim of random violence, snake owner... Enough social commentary. Anyway, I was disgusted with the place and their treatment of the rats. Just right now I remember the disgust I felt toward the sales girl. She was ugly and fat and had dyed hair. I remember wondering if she even liked animals....
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It continues in this vein for a long long time... Apparently, I must have exhausted myself because the next entry is six months later!
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10/31/1997
I think that it is too late to give an accurate account of the lives of Pinky, Slinky, and Arthur. Much shall be a romanticization since I began this effort so belatedly. I want to write a narrative of their little lives before they are gone and I can't remember their names, like the hamsters of my youth. Or, more likely, I will name all my subsequent rats Pinky and I will get the all confused. (NOTE TO READERS FROM 2003 - The prophecy came true! Over the years I kept renaming my rats the same names...) I want to remember them all as they were when I read this later.
I think that I first hit upon the idea of getting rats when I was at a doctor's or dentist's office. One of the magazines was called "Furry Animals" or "Critters" or something. The magazine article described various pet rodents and said that rats made the best pets because they were both smart and affectionate. I really don't believe I ever had a thought about getting a pet rat before that moment. I do not remember how much time elapsed before I acted.
I am going to leave the scribbling table for a moment to do some historical resarch. I am going to go over and look in my filing cabinet to see if I can find the receipt for Pinky's purchase. "Purchase." Hee hee. What a word to describe getting a pet.
As often happens in life, a great moment escaped documentation. I guess one never knows how much a pet is going to mean to one. I guess it is like buying what later becomes your favorite shirt. Rarely does one recognize it when one sees it.
Anyway, my mind conceived of purchasing a rat in the latter half of June, 1996. I really only remember the date because Pinky escaped (or was captured, I can't remember which) on July 4th, 1996. (NOTE TO READERS: Truly a weird story that I did not see fit to elaborate on at the time... I lost Pinky outside and several days later I saw her outside and recaptured her! What were the odds!?!)
I remember that Aaron Frank was going to accompany me to pick out my rat. However, a friend of his came by his apartment and stayed so long that the pet store closed. So, I went the next day alone. I had called several pet stores to locate some baby rats. I think that I had to call several places.
Avondale Mall in midtown had a pet store that had some "young rats." I asked about baby rats, but they seemed to be confused by the concept. I went into the pet store and didn't see any rats around. They had them in the back in this icky closet like room.
They had three sizes of rats - small, medium and large. I suppose that these characterizations had something to do with their value as food for snakes with sicko owners. We wonder why people are so cruel to each other when this sort of barbarism is considered socially acceptable. Ask not why you are the victim of random violence, snake owner... Enough social commentary. Anyway, I was disgusted with the place and their treatment of the rats. Just right now I remember the disgust I felt toward the sales girl. She was ugly and fat and had dyed hair. I remember wondering if she even liked animals....
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It continues in this vein for a long long time... Apparently, I must have exhausted myself because the next entry is six months later!
Things have gone downhill. I am now having auditory hallucinations. This morning I was awakened by the phone (something I hate on Sunday mornings in any event...) so I pressed the pillow down on my head to drown out the phone. Then, I heard someone say "Sarah" pretty close to where I was, in my bed. Since I didn't expect anyone to be in my apartment, I sort of woke up and looked around. I even got up and checked the answering machine, though I knew that it was not a voice from that because I can't hear it from my room anyway. There was no message at all so I looked outside of my open window and there was no one there. I hope I don't receive some sort of message tomorrow in which the next word is "kill..."
I would have thought it was my friend Dan because he has a key to my apartment and often comes in and wakes me up by saying "Sarah" but it wasn't his voice and he doesn't normally run away when I get up anyway. And, he came over a few hours later and said "Sarah" as he normally does and he denied that he came over earlier. It definitely was the voice of an unknown person, anyway. A male voice, I believe.
I wish I had some Doritos now...
I would have thought it was my friend Dan because he has a key to my apartment and often comes in and wakes me up by saying "Sarah" but it wasn't his voice and he doesn't normally run away when I get up anyway. And, he came over a few hours later and said "Sarah" as he normally does and he denied that he came over earlier. It definitely was the voice of an unknown person, anyway. A male voice, I believe.
I wish I had some Doritos now...
Friday, August 01, 2003
My cat empire has expanded! Currently, I have double the normal amount of furry creatures under my control. Ah, the power... I am taking care of the three misfits known collectively as "Heather's cats" and also Dana's little hellions. Dana's hellion Scout seems to forgotten the foster mother who nursed her from kittenhood (oh, wait, that was Elsa..) Well, she forgot Elsa (her biological (cat) mother), too! Ah, how quickly the little ones grow up and forget us...
Shannon did not really do the eerie story of Phantom's empathy justice... Yesterday, a downtrodden and depressed Shannon came over after her doctor's appointment. She splat herself down on the bed in a depressed heap (an all too familiar sight in my apartment...) Phantom, shaking off her phenobarbital haze, waddled over, struggled up on the bed, and flopped down next to Shannon. Then, she reached out to pat Shannon with her paw several times before resting her it lightly on Shannon's arm in a comforting gesture. It was so extremely cute. As with the saintly late Princess Diana, suffering has apparently heightened Phantom' compassion.
Not that I am bitter, but I was lying in a depressed heap for hours that morning with no noticeable reaction from Phantom...
Guess what!? I am the inaugural president of Spinsters with Cats! I am not sure whether I am up to the responsibility, but greatness was thrust upon me in a unanimous vote. For my leadership mantra, I call to mind the wise words of Stanislaw Lem - "Cannibals prefer those who have no spines."
The Spinsters with Cats website and blog are coming soon, as soon as our inaugural webmaster gets off her spinsterish butt and makes them. We are working on SWC t-shirts and I am going to propose that we wear the shirts and pants with stretchy waistlines to every meeting. But, the president only has so much power... I suspect that the other members do not embrace their spinsterhood enough to start wear stretch pants. I tried on a rather dashing pair today at J.C. Penny's...
Not that I am bitter, but I was lying in a depressed heap for hours that morning with no noticeable reaction from Phantom...
Guess what!? I am the inaugural president of Spinsters with Cats! I am not sure whether I am up to the responsibility, but greatness was thrust upon me in a unanimous vote. For my leadership mantra, I call to mind the wise words of Stanislaw Lem - "Cannibals prefer those who have no spines."
The Spinsters with Cats website and blog are coming soon, as soon as our inaugural webmaster gets off her spinsterish butt and makes them. We are working on SWC t-shirts and I am going to propose that we wear the shirts and pants with stretchy waistlines to every meeting. But, the president only has so much power... I suspect that the other members do not embrace their spinsterhood enough to start wear stretch pants. I tried on a rather dashing pair today at J.C. Penny's...
Tuesday, July 29, 2003
The loss of a friend and then a beloved is bad enough, but fate has dealt Sarah an especially cruel blow today when the cat knocked over one of her most prized possessions - one of her brown big bellied lamps. It clunked against the computer and broke to pieces. It and its big bellied twin were always going to be the centerpieces of my new cool pad that one fine day when I develop some taste and redecorate... Had time to catch the lamp but was too apathetic after the funeral. So, I watched it fall. Sorry my big bellied friend. We will be together again soon enough. Guide me in the selection of your replacement from above. Say hello to the Pinkys for me.
Monday, July 28, 2003
I got my first guestbook flame!
"Sarah, this is pathetic. No one cares about your boring life." From an anonymous writer. This is the first evidence that my blog was read by someone I don't actually know (since any of my friends (already known to have expressed the same sentiments) would just sign their names, I would think...) Could be a family member, though. They are a kind of weaselly bunch.
Watch out, 'cause it is getting more boring by the moment...
Tonight is the second ever meeting of "Spinsters with Cats." For the first meeting, the requirements for membership were:
1. Ownership of at least one cat.
2. Attainment of age 30.
3. Confirmed spinsterhood.
The idea for "Spinsters with Cats" was born long ago but tensions in the group arose over the name "Spinsters with Cats" and lack of organization. At the first meeting, I personally wanted to drink a lot of booze, adopt bylaws and talk about cats and spinsterhood. The other two attendees didn't drink anything and did not seem to want to talk specifically about cats and spinsterhood. They have not been invited to the second meeting. There is a new requirement for invitation to the group. You have to simply love the name "Spinsters with Cats" and you have to relish discussions of spinsterhood and cats (I mean, hence the name...)! Also, you have to like silly group formalities like adopting by-laws, making t-shirts and electing officers. Two good things came out of the first meeting however. I was introduced to the world's best cleaning product (and the only product that lives up to its advertising claims) Resolve carpet cleaner and I was inspired to adopt a couple of homeless cats from the parking lot (mixed blessing...).
A few years ago I was visiting an old friend of my now deceased grandmother and she was telling me about a social club she and my grandmother started when they were young. I can't remember the purpose of the group, but each time they met they would sign the meeting book. The reason I remember the book is because I thought it was so weird that they all signed their names as "Mrs. My Husband's Name." For example, my grandfather's name was Lacy Hibbs so my grandmother signed as "Mrs. Lacy Hibbs." So, I think that I am going to get a fancy guestbook for tonight and we can all sign with our prospective husbands' names! I am sure that Dana will be Mrs. Colin Farrell. I, of course, will sign as Mrs. Bill Gates since we all know that Sarah is opposed to the practice of changing to one's husband's name unless the husbo is old Bill... Of coures, I am not hoping for the demise of the current Mrs. Bill Gates or anything like that...
"Sarah, this is pathetic. No one cares about your boring life." From an anonymous writer. This is the first evidence that my blog was read by someone I don't actually know (since any of my friends (already known to have expressed the same sentiments) would just sign their names, I would think...) Could be a family member, though. They are a kind of weaselly bunch.
Watch out, 'cause it is getting more boring by the moment...
Tonight is the second ever meeting of "Spinsters with Cats." For the first meeting, the requirements for membership were:
1. Ownership of at least one cat.
2. Attainment of age 30.
3. Confirmed spinsterhood.
The idea for "Spinsters with Cats" was born long ago but tensions in the group arose over the name "Spinsters with Cats" and lack of organization. At the first meeting, I personally wanted to drink a lot of booze, adopt bylaws and talk about cats and spinsterhood. The other two attendees didn't drink anything and did not seem to want to talk specifically about cats and spinsterhood. They have not been invited to the second meeting. There is a new requirement for invitation to the group. You have to simply love the name "Spinsters with Cats" and you have to relish discussions of spinsterhood and cats (I mean, hence the name...)! Also, you have to like silly group formalities like adopting by-laws, making t-shirts and electing officers. Two good things came out of the first meeting however. I was introduced to the world's best cleaning product (and the only product that lives up to its advertising claims) Resolve carpet cleaner and I was inspired to adopt a couple of homeless cats from the parking lot (mixed blessing...).
A few years ago I was visiting an old friend of my now deceased grandmother and she was telling me about a social club she and my grandmother started when they were young. I can't remember the purpose of the group, but each time they met they would sign the meeting book. The reason I remember the book is because I thought it was so weird that they all signed their names as "Mrs. My Husband's Name." For example, my grandfather's name was Lacy Hibbs so my grandmother signed as "Mrs. Lacy Hibbs." So, I think that I am going to get a fancy guestbook for tonight and we can all sign with our prospective husbands' names! I am sure that Dana will be Mrs. Colin Farrell. I, of course, will sign as Mrs. Bill Gates since we all know that Sarah is opposed to the practice of changing to one's husband's name unless the husbo is old Bill... Of coures, I am not hoping for the demise of the current Mrs. Bill Gates or anything like that...
Saturday, July 26, 2003
Okay. This is the absolute, last, final draft, unless one of you readers has some feedback...
The Hairball Cat...
The Hairball Cat...
Oh blog, oh blog, why I have forsaken you... Erm, I know why! I have developed an unhealthy obsession for editing the The Hairball Cat! I tried to resist the impulse to work on it today but my resolved quickly dissolved and I changed the color of the kitten and made it a little bigger since Robert said it looked like a rat. I am just going to reload those five pictures and that is it!!! No more for the day. I have to move on to more important activities like reading my book or writing email messages.
My co-worker asked about a sequel and I had an intriguing thought about the hairball cat emerging from the trashcan for revenge, but that is going to have to wait for another day. Despite the childish look of my pictures, the creation process is very taxing on Sarah. Coworker Paul gave me my first every literary review on his blog!!!!
My co-worker asked about a sequel and I had an intriguing thought about the hairball cat emerging from the trashcan for revenge, but that is going to have to wait for another day. Despite the childish look of my pictures, the creation process is very taxing on Sarah. Coworker Paul gave me my first every literary review on his blog!!!!
Friday, July 25, 2003
Tuesday, July 22, 2003
My love for my blog is returning now that I can see my updates! Who knew that my attachment was so reliant on the instant gratification of seeing my words published on the Internet... Another reason for the scarcity of updates is that I have been diligently working on my illustrating my masterwork "The Hairball Cat." Since many of your are probably giddy with anticipation, I will give you a brief preview...
Part of the problem is that I have not been able to view my new blog entries at work. I type them in and post them but then can't see them on the site. Paul figured out that it has something to do with the network at work since he could see our updates at home. Robert managed to serve (yet again) by telling me to hit Ctrl and then F5 to make the server update the site (or something like that...) It worked! Even a differently-abled (erm...very special) squirrel finds a nut every now and then!
This morning I went shopping at Kroger to get some cheese ravioli. My normal shopping haunt (Cub Foods) does not have any without meat sauce. Turns out, neither does Kroger. So, I didn't get my cheese ravioli but I did impulse buy as really cheap quilt with little birds on it. So, the trip was productive anyway.
This morning I went shopping at Kroger to get some cheese ravioli. My normal shopping haunt (Cub Foods) does not have any without meat sauce. Turns out, neither does Kroger. So, I didn't get my cheese ravioli but I did impulse buy as really cheap quilt with little birds on it. So, the trip was productive anyway.
Saturday, July 19, 2003
I am livin' up to the name of my blog this morning!!!
Dana has been granted an extension to Monday at midnight to approach her "hi" man and ask him out. I suggested that she might try a few drinks to stiffen her nerve (the one skinny one) but she wondered if that would be appropriate at work. I told her to ask Sh*nn*n for her opinion on proper etiquette in the workplace. If she doesn't know she can always find out. Being on a first name basis with everyone in HR has to have some advantage...
Not much as been said about the yeasties lately. This is not because Sarah has not been living in fear of the them. Sarah longs for her old life with the bottle and the snackcake...
Dana has been granted an extension to Monday at midnight to approach her "hi" man and ask him out. I suggested that she might try a few drinks to stiffen her nerve (the one skinny one) but she wondered if that would be appropriate at work. I told her to ask Sh*nn*n for her opinion on proper etiquette in the workplace. If she doesn't know she can always find out. Being on a first name basis with everyone in HR has to have some advantage...
Not much as been said about the yeasties lately. This is not because Sarah has not been living in fear of the them. Sarah longs for her old life with the bottle and the snackcake...
Friday, July 18, 2003
Really have to pee..
No toilet paper: there's spam..
Got yeast infection.
SPAM Goddess™ , iluv@spam.com
Spamville
From spamhaiku.com
February 12, 2003
No toilet paper: there's spam..
Got yeast infection.
SPAM Goddess™ , iluv@spam.com
Spamville
From spamhaiku.com
February 12, 2003
Thursday, July 17, 2003
My blog is working again! That is good since after today's 2 1/2 coma nap I will probably be up for quite a bit... Much has been said (many unnice things...sniff sniff) about Sarah's propensity to sleep and lest my reading public think it ALL stems from laziness I will explain the different types of Sarah sleep....
The coma nap - A rare type of nap that most frequently occurs while driving or at work. Thought (by me) to be related to monthly female hormonal changes and low level motion sickness caused by driving. The nap manifests itself by an almost irresistible urge to flop my head down and clunk to sleep immediately. The coma nap is distinguished from the normal nap by the lack of need for a pillow over my head and the speed at which I fall asleep. I awake feeling somewhat refreshed after the coma nap and it does not interfere with my nighttime sleep as much as a totally unnecessary nap.
The "too painful to remain awake nap" - acute variety - I probably did not invent this... Nap taken in response to the bad or sad events of life. Nap theories - 1. Mental pain lasts for a limited time and sleeping might count for some of the time, thereby lessening total amount of pain suffered. 2. A nap is temporary suicide. Risks - 1. You will awake feeling chipper and then experience shock anew upon remembering the painful event. 2. If you sleep prematurely, you might not be able to sleep later when the pain is even worse.
Ooh, sleepy now... Must have correctly identified this afternoon's nap as a coma nap! More sleep news later! I still have quite a few to go... The sensual thrill nap (sadly extremely rare), the "too painful to remain awake nap" - low grade variety, the slug nap, the celebratory nap, etc.
The coma nap - A rare type of nap that most frequently occurs while driving or at work. Thought (by me) to be related to monthly female hormonal changes and low level motion sickness caused by driving. The nap manifests itself by an almost irresistible urge to flop my head down and clunk to sleep immediately. The coma nap is distinguished from the normal nap by the lack of need for a pillow over my head and the speed at which I fall asleep. I awake feeling somewhat refreshed after the coma nap and it does not interfere with my nighttime sleep as much as a totally unnecessary nap.
The "too painful to remain awake nap" - acute variety - I probably did not invent this... Nap taken in response to the bad or sad events of life. Nap theories - 1. Mental pain lasts for a limited time and sleeping might count for some of the time, thereby lessening total amount of pain suffered. 2. A nap is temporary suicide. Risks - 1. You will awake feeling chipper and then experience shock anew upon remembering the painful event. 2. If you sleep prematurely, you might not be able to sleep later when the pain is even worse.
Ooh, sleepy now... Must have correctly identified this afternoon's nap as a coma nap! More sleep news later! I still have quite a few to go... The sensual thrill nap (sadly extremely rare), the "too painful to remain awake nap" - low grade variety, the slug nap, the celebratory nap, etc.
Wednesday, July 16, 2003
Argh. I have having all sorts of problems with my blog! Fortunately, I can't get too indignant since it is free... But, still... I had to delete my old blog and create another one to solve the problem. I lost my classic post of about global warming and the mean people of Kiribati (well, just the residents of Tarawa) who might soon be underwater due to their treatment of me...well, and rising global temperatures.
I doubt this is going to work but I am gonna save this now...
I doubt this is going to work but I am gonna save this now...
Tuesday, July 15, 2003
Woo-hoo! I love Blogger! So much easier than adding stuff to my Geocities web site! I am in the midst of a big dilemma. A dilemma which must be resolved by 4:30 p.m. today! Eek. The wonderful thing about a blog is you can describe those life dilemmas that no one living or dead cares about but (possibly...) oneself... I have completed 25 hours of my 36 hour MLIS (master's of library and information science) degree. I am signed up for a 3 hour class that begins...eek...today at 6:00 p.m. in Columbus. I have two problems with this... 1. I don't feel like driving to Columbus today or really, ever. 2. I don't want to pay for the class. Another problem... I don't feel like sitting there in the class for 3 hours! In fact, there is nothing that I like about the whole idea. Summertime is for fun not for rushing up to Columbus twice a week!!!! I mean, if this were going to be my last day of life, would I want to go to Columbus? Most assuredly not... Ooh, I hope I don't start applying that analysis to whether I should go to work. Eek. Thirty minutes until decision time... Must lay down...
Just 'cause someone doesn't want to be my boyfriend doesn't mean he can no longer serve Sarah!!! Former flame and newly spawned blogger Robert quickly surpassed the master and created his blog on Blogger, thereby creating jealousy in the heart of Sarah. Sarah, despite the fact that she still doesn't have a DVD player, quickly adopted the new technology and wala...a new blog format for your reading pleasure! Hopefully I can figure out how to save this..
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