Tuesday, December 30, 2008

The "Snuggie"

Apparently I'm not the only one who has seen the infomercial for the "Snuggie." I assumed since I have a late-night-TV guilty pleasure, I would stand alone in making fun of this absolutely ridiculous product! After dinner tonight I now know that others are aware of this $20 blanket with sleeves.

One of the many savvy gals I surround myself with (gotta love my girlfriends) made quite the conclusion.

"It's just a backwards robe!"

After the two of us listening pictured the product and made the connection, the convo continued with interrupting waves of laughter.

"A backwards robe without the belt" I added.

"They look like monks!"

"The guy selling this thing must be thinkin 'What a bunch of idiots! They're buying my backwards robe!'"

If you're interested in this unique invention call within 7 minutes and get a bonus book light with it (that you can also find at Big Lots for $1.50) What a deal!

Tangent Tuesday

My mind has been racing (like a pronoun!) all day. Not in an anxious way, in a caffeine high sorta way...except that I don't drink caffeine. It could be my new diet that is giving me lots 'o energy! Silver lining as always ;)

Anyhoo, lots of random tangents and possibly fun facts for you today...coming from Sara land.

1. I am broke as a joke right now. Since I haven't started subbing (my latest life plan) I am living on the Serving/Bartending earnings, which isn't much. The economy really is affecting the restaurant biz, people just don't want to spend a lot of money eating out, therefore people like me don't make as much as we used to in tips. So, for Christmas my adorable mom, grandma, uncle and cousin all got me gift cards to places like Vons, Trader Joe's and Target...oh and Starbucks too! It must be a motherly instinct or something because the most frequently asked question from mom and grandma after "Do you have gas in your car?" is "Do you have enough money for groceries?" So for this Christmas, knowing I've been a struggler in the finance dept since my Europe trip, they made sure that I would have food in my fridge!

Now to the point...Since I had over $150 to Target (a little excessive I thought) I attempted to trade in two of the 4 cards for cash. This way instead of buying unneeded Xileration brand clothing, I could instead pay some bills this month. For those of you that don't already know this and were thinking of doing the same thing: It's totally not Allowed! You can however cash the cards in once they're down to $10. So, being the strategic schemer that I am, I worked the system and so far have twenty extra dollas in my wallet. I purchased a new lamp (thanks Uncle Gene!) and used one card, which then had almost $10 left on it. Then used the other for my other necessaries (ya know Target's low priced cereal, Midol, things of that nature) with the other card...cha ching!!! Turn those babies in and off I go with some cashola! So FYI in a bind, gift cards can be quite lucrative!

2. On my way to the parking lot I tried with all my might to be unseen by the "I want your donation" guy outside Target and it did not work. His attempt to stop me was the following, "Mam, do you have time to help out children in poverty today?" I cut him off and quickly said "No thank you" as politely as I could. Then I realized how loaded that question is. Wow. If I say no, which I did, I am pretty much a terrible person. I don't have "time" for children in poverty? How busy could I be? And he doesn't even know that today is my day off! I actually have lots of time! Eeeeek. So awkward. In my defense I'm assuming he wanted money and guess what...this bartender doesn't have any my friend. Some other time I guess.

3. Clorox bleach cleans ANYTHING! Even the ridiculously old stove in my ridiculously old house! That stuff is the bomb! Try it for yourself ;)

4. Thank God that trash is not an addition to my already established monthly bills. I put my bags of trash in my landlord's trash can. He lives behind (and sort of next to us, it's an odd set up). So, in order to do this, I have to walk out onto Rosecrans, a terribly busy street that just about everyone who lives in Point Loma or OB has to venture down at some point in their day, to throw those puppies out! It has to look odd. Like some girl is taking her trash (and recycling, go GREEN) to some random person's trash cans! I'm terrified every time that some Loma kid will come down Talbot, the perpendicular street and do a honk/wave...then drive away and think "huh? That Sara girl is odd." It's possible they've thought that prior.  Oh well. The rent is cheap.

As you can guess, today was cleaning day. It's my day off and although I get the "day" off even when I have to work nights, I can't stand to do something involving a swifer or trash bag when later I'll be spending my evening filling salt and pepper shakers and wiping down bar stools!

5. I am all about fake curse words. I think it comes from being a kindergarten teacher and a Christian for most of my life. Not that I'm great at abstaining from a few choice words every now and then, but I generally utilize some great alternatives...things like "Martha!" "Mother of Pearl!" "Sucker Fish!" "Son of a biscuit!" "Mother Father!" To name a few ;) Well, my roomie, who is even better at fake curse words, we'll call them "furse words" has a great one. I realized today I've picked it up.

Situation: Attempting to screw in a new light bulb (Yes, I know the blonde, light bulb joke) Anyway, I dropped the light bulb and yelled...

"William Shatner!"

It makes no sense at all, and I can't even name one movie William Shatner stars in, but for some reason it was a perfect furse word at the moment. Thanks Court...your expertise in faux cursing is rubbing off on me!

That was a little bit of my randomness on this Tuesday afternoon. Remember in my first entry I said you don't want to be up in my head?! I meant it :)

Monday, December 29, 2008

Straight from Germany

Getting nostalgic I pulled out my journal from traveling through Europe last summer. So this is straight out of it...poor grammar and all ;) I have to admit I can barely read my own writing!

Friday July 18, 2008

We had another great, free hotel bfast, no champagne today :) Checked out. My hypothesis was correct, the clothes hung all around the room are definitely still wet. In the suitcase they go, what are ya gonna do! We checked out and realized "Borkum" our next destination is on another island! We would.
Basically we'd have to go back through Hamburg to the other side. Right now we're in Utersum on the island of Fohr. Instead, we cancel our Borkum hostel and with the help of our very sweet German hotel owner, get a cab to the nearest hostel on OUR island. That hostel = full. The lady tells us about "Haus Atlantis" a house behind the hostel building that rents out rooms. We get our ish over there and some how communicate that we need a room for 2 nights. After some confusion and speculation she gives us a spot. Not only is this the 3rd place we checked and almost a failure as well, but its cheaper and absolutely adorable. We have our own room, living room with kitchen and bathroom! Seriously its our own little German island apt! God is so good. We need this: a place to cook, chill and somewhat transition back to real life. The best part was the owner leaning in through the window, "ALLO!" to tell us we could stay a 3rd night. Holla!
So that means less time in Hamburg but this place is legit! I'm reading a new book, then decided to wrap up in my comforter on the love seat to sleep a bit (catch up). Of course my mind won't shut off.
I'm thinking about how much I want to be around when my friends and sister start having babies. I can't wait to be an aunt and I'm finally super excited for people to get pregnant. It might even make us all closer. I'd have a ball watching their little babes and running errands with them to help 'em out. What a trip it'll be when my sister has kids. I really think Chase is it for her, and possibly soon! Crazy.

(I have to interrupt the journal entry here...check out a few blogs ago... sister and Chase are engaged now! Am I good or what?!)

Back to the journal...

I don't have my usual instinct- "Another person falling in love and me still alone!" instead I'm actually excited. Time for a PBJ...so hot right now! Val and I cried together on the 2 seats which together make a couch. Since that exhausted me I was finally able to sleep. Three hours later we went to the "store." Since we went about an hour in the the wrong direction (I assume since no store was in sight and these peeps get their food from somewhere) we decided to forego making dinner in our quaint kitchen and dine at a fine, local German restaurant. We actually ended up there by following a sign that read "Kaffee Pause." We always figure any place with "kaffee" (coffee for German amateurs like myself) must serve caffeine and at least some sort of baguette or other edible options. We found that everything was closed except the restaurant inside the gigantic windmill...sweet. We attempted to order water without "gas" and our server told us they only have water "partially w/out gas." So I ordered my usual guilty pleasure-Coca Cola Light. I later took note that the water is in the same bottle as the water "w/out gas" that I was served the other day! I knew I tasted some partial gas in that h2o.
Anyway, being "low maintenance about food" I confidently said to Val, "I'll just order this one, pointing to one of the all German items on the menu (none of which I can translate)...how bad could it be, I'm not picky! When our server came for our order I had a sudden fear that I might not be ordering what I assumed would be some sort of sausage or schnitzel-like option. So I investigated the situation. The non-English speaking waiter consulted his colleague and she translated, "escargots." The look on my face showed my surprise and the two servers and Val and I laughed for days. He said he'd come back (I only know this because actions truly speak louder than words in this situation). Serves me right for being a cheap skate, I only ordered it because it was the least expensive, non beverage item on the menu!
After a lovely dinner (I ended up with a "normal" salad and 2nd Coca Light) we attempted to get back home...okay there was deep and ground-breaking conversation as well-what can I say.
So back on the gravel road, surrounded by all red, brick houses and fields with horses we were inevitably lost. After countless statements like "Wait this doesn't seem right" and "I think I remember that wheat" we were sure we'd gotten off the beaten path. Being the observant female she is, Val confidently said "I don't know where we are, I definitely don't remember walking past sheep though, that's for damn sure." She was right. We were now coming up on a herd of sheep and that was definitely not right.
We finally made it back, even with 1/2 of the trek being in the dark. Oh German islands!

Sunday, December 28, 2008

The last thing I want to do right now...

is go to TARGET! It also happens to be the one thing I need to get done before work. Since I can't live another day without contact solution and paper towels, the Target dog is calling my name!

It's freezing balls in my house, like beyond stardard cold house temperature. It is an ungodly temp here on Talbot street. With hard-wood floors, lack of central heating and poor insulation (for example, the windows that don't fully shut) I'm one cold gal! I want to take a hot shower, drink hot tea and snuggle in my cozy bed that currently has two down comforters on it (actually synthetic down comforters since I'm high maintenence and allergic to feather!).

But instead, onward to the total circus going on at the most popular and frequented store of the holidays! I'm just hoping the babies, that are notoriously there in that little seat part of the cart that most of us put our purse in, AREN'T crying today as their mothers return gifts and make use of gift cards.


Saturday, December 27, 2008

You know you're PMSing when...

Costco won't let you pick up your photos (that will complete Dad's Christmas present) and you take the following actions:

1. You start out by frantically looking through the "M" file at the photo counter and making your frustration with your envelope's missing status known by exhaling loudly.

2. You get remarkably annoyed with the Costco employee who can't spell Morgan, possibly the least unique last name of all time.

3. You attempt taking control of the situation by going to the "Costco Photo Center confirmation email" via your handy Samsung and act completely impatient as you wait to "connect."

4. When the "Photo Expert" finally finds your photos and innocently admits to having spelled Morgan wrong (after already correcting him, see #1 above) you wait 'til he looks away and roll your eyes in total aggravation.

5. After being told your card is expired and he cannot sell you your already printed photos, you act like a total hag saying things like "Well, obviously I'm not paying the $50 renewal fee right now so that I can pick up photos that cost $3...on Christmas eve"

6. In response to the question, "Do you want us to hold them for you for another day?" you sharply reply with "Well I don't want you to throw them away!"

7. Last, you leave the store, get in your car...and start to cry uncontrollably!

Note: This is a NON-FICTION story!

Out of all the convos...

During the holidays I consider myself a nomad...lots of movin around, lots of cities, lots of family members I haven't seen in forever.

I have to say that out of all the convos, the various inquiries experienced in the past week, my conversation with Aunt Pat had to be my favorite Holiday catch up sesh.

Over dinner:
"Now did you get implants or are those yours?"

Me stumbling:
"Um, no...no they're mine."

I think I still might feel a little awkward.
Oh Patty you never cease to amaze me.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

A few 1 minute after midnight thoughts...

So I just finished my LAST credential assignment EVER! Amazing feeling. I have been working at my credential to teach for the past 2 years...okay 2 years and 4 months! It's supposed to be a year program! I like to pretend to be an over achiever (cuz really I'm NOT one) and do things like taking on a full-time teaching job in the middle of an intense program, oh and a serving job too, ya know for saving money to travel Europe purposes! So...now all that's left are 2 tests to take and probably giving PLNU some more money and then... I can teach in Public Schools! Woo HOO! That means a salary I can actually live on, bennies, and maybe even a 401K! I don't know exactly what a "401K" does for an individual, but I know it's supposed to be pretty good!

I packed for my 5 day trip up to OC/LA for some fam-holiday time. Sis' bday tomorrow, Dad's on Monday and the Christmas goodness later this week. We'll be spending Christmas eve with Sister's fiance and his fam. Just hoping being in PJ's and drunk on more than the Christmas spirit before 8pm is okay with them. That's how we do some X-mas eve at our house. I plan to spend most of my little break staring at the tree, drinking good wine and petting the dogs (mostly Kobie, the out casted dog, poor guy!) He literally is the "under-dog" of the family pets. Last time I was home he was chillin alone under the Christmas tree doin his thang...that's when I realized I totally dig Kobie's vibe! Anyhoo... Christmas morning I'll head up to Mom's and hang with the 'ol maternal side.

Good times to come this week.

Merry Christmas to my readers and their peeps!

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

I love asking for help


I just came up with a pretty good picture of how I feel when asking my parents for help, financially speaking...

I yelled across the house to my roommate after a fun can-I-have-some-money convo with Papa.

Then in a less dramatic fashion, "It makes me want to eat some of that left-over chocolate trifle in our fridge! ...and then take a nap!"

I will refrain from doing any of the previously mentioned actions and instead will hope that the bills I'm about to pay don't cause overdraft fees. Love you Bank of America!

Congratuations to my big SISTER!

My sis is engaged! Her and her boo went on a trip up the coast and he popped the question!!!

Ok I have to share this...I am sort of in a rush today, running errands etc and typing rather quickly, I just accidentily wrote "pooped the question"! LOL (I'm easily amused) Good thing I fixed that typo. I would have had some confused readers!

Anyway, Casey and Chase (who I lovingly refer to as "Chasey") are now ENGAGED! woo hoo!!!

Sister, I am so excited for you! Chase is amazing and he obviously knows how amazing you are! Love it and love you both...also, please make me an aunt soon :)

On a selfish note, I'm stoked to be the MOH (Made of Honor) and in charge of picking out the bridesmaid dresses! Guess what other bridesmaids, if it's flattering on me...you're all gonna have to wear it!!! Muah ha ha ha.

Love is in the air.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Things I love about Christmas...that I've experienced in the last 24 hours

1. Red sparkly nail polish being appropriate
2. Rain
3. Having a Christmas Party
4. Cooking for that party
5. Wearing Snow man pajamas
6. Writing Christmas Cards
7. Wrapping presents
8. Having my front door wrapped up like a gift
9. Winter Blend tea
10. Ridiculous slippers
11. Receiving Christmas cards from peeps I haven't seen in daaaaaaaaaays!
12. Heading to work, knowing it'll be slow and hence bringing the Xmas cards to address
13. The music and movies! DUH.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008


Why do people wear Santa hats around Christmas? Ya know the red felt hats with the white trim and ball. I don't understand wearing them even ON Christmas, and especially not on any other day in December. I am always left wondering...huh?
And more importantly...why? It's not like people go around with bunny ears on for Easter, or throughout the entire month of April!

Possibly a perfect day

Today has the potential to be possibly a perfect day.

Started out the morning by waking up on my own instead of to the deafening sound of my alarm clock...which is strategically placed on the furthest part of my night stand making it necessary for me to get out of bed to turn it off. On a usual day when I have to be woken by the beast of beeping I am immediately a little irritated, more so than the normal irritated state I'm in when being forced to leave my slumber!

I lied in my cozy bed for a while, thinking, in and out of REM and then got up before 9:00am, quite impressive on my day off I thought. I hit the gym to make it to the 9:30 Turbo Kick Boxing class. Oh my release! I love pretending to kick and knee and punch someone (kinda creepy, we all have our quirks). Then did some legit arm exercises and finished up by getting in my zen, stretching in the quiet dark room downstairs. Of course there was the standard trainer stretching her client and making small talk, but I was able to drown it out, focusing on the more-than-the-average female's sweat on my shirt.

I stopped by a friend's (who is recently the mom of two) to see the new baby and dote on the toddler. Holding baby Ashlyn was food for my soul! So precious and teeny! I want one...in the future, that sleeps often, cries seldom and looks cute in pink :)

Came home, checked my email (and this blogtastic website)and had some of the homemade enchiladas I made yesterday for lunch. Yes, my family is white as can be, but I don't care who you are...my Grandma's enchilada recipe is 'da bomb!

Now I'm about to meet a friend at UTC ( a La Jollan mall) then off to my 4pm interview at Nordi's. If I get the job for this season, this will indeed have been a perfect day. Either way, I'll meet 5 of my favorite people in the world for dinner around 6ish to complete this mid-week glory.

The only thing that could make this day better would be having more hours in it to finish the scarf I've been knitting, the book I've been reading (just have the epilogue left), and maybe shop a little if the funds were available.

Happy Wednesday Everybody!!!

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

I need a yob

A few "posts" ago I said I got a job...and to stay tuned.
Good thing I didn't waste any more minutes of my life writing about that job because I didn't end up taking it! I swear if I change my mind one more time...I don't know what, but something crazy! It turned out that after some negotiation, homie (the employer) did NOT want to properly compensate me for the work that I was going to be responsible for. No thanks. I suppose I'll just wait for something better.

Today Miss Green called me and told me her manager at Nordstrom needed someone for the holidays. GREAT! So I'll be a little batty selling crazy Christmas shoppers clothing, but I'll make some money! Woo hoo. I'm meeting with Nordi's tomorrow, based on what past experiences have shown I'm probably speaking too soon, but it sounds promising.

Also in the works- a connection at a local high school.

So we'll see what happens...current possibilities in my mind:
1. Work at Nordi's until January, then work at the high school
2. The High school calls me before Nordi's offers me the job and I take that one right away...and get 2 weeks paid vacay for Christmas and New Years (less likely than the former possibility)

I started thinking today about all of the jobs I've had...

1.Hostess at Marie Callenders (the mean and older female servers called me "Barbie" and I had to memorize way too many pies!)
2.Cleaning my friend's dad's house (made me realize what a slob my friend and her siblings were, I found myself yelling about spaghetti sauce splashed all over the microwave, how hard is it to put a paper towel over your plate!?...not so great for our friendship)
3.Nannying for many, many interesting families including: 5 year old that was still breast fed (by the mom, not me), 4 year old who was smarter than me and his parents,4 year old that threw up a lot, Jewish 8 and 10 yr old boys who physically fought and hit me when I tried to break it up, infant that screamed non stop...and so on.
4.Life guard at Raging Waters, I was the person who said "Cross your arms and your ankles, exit quickly to the right at the bottom of the slide and have a RAGING DAY!!! (and down the slide you go)"...I also rescued various overweight asian men.
5.Selling clothes at Express in ghetto West Covina mall
6.Student secretary at PLNU's Physical Plant "We need a plumber in Nease Hall stat!"
7.Teaching Preschool in two different cities
8.Teaching Kindergarten
9.Serving and Bar tending at a private club


Sunday, December 7, 2008

Oh the places you'll go!

...like the Las Vegas airport.

Current location and status: middle class and single. I'm kidding.
Gate B10, delayed, estimated time of flight 1:50pm.

Originally the time was 9:40am...then 10:55, 12:30, 1:30, and now 1:50. After the first "update" I knew I had at least an hour and a half to kill before boarding. With a carry-on full of knitting goods, a journal and "Twilight" my current leisure read, I was well prepared for this sort of thing.

Instead of sitting at the gate I thought I'd have a change of scenary and enjoy a nice beverage of some sort. I left B10 and explored...then there was the dillema- On my right, Starbucks. MMMMMmmmm who doesn't love the peppermint mochas out in the month of December?! On my left, Fox Sports Bar. Who couldn't use a little mimosa pick-me-up in a delayed flight, stressful airport/holiday situation?!
3 secs of deliberation later and mimosa it is.

Unfortunately the bartender didn't have champagne...so I resorted to a Screwdriver, I figure anything mixed with OJ (vodka in this case) is acceptable for a morning cocktail. Other people were drinking beer! Weirdos. Anyway, after deciding knitting was probably inappropriate in a bar, I dove into my amazingly entertaining book.

(Side note: I seriously recommend reading "Twilight." I know it's out in theatres but there is NO WAY the movie could capture how fricken amazing this book is. I'm not just saying this to be one of the annoying smart people that always says books are better than movies..."OMG I just love reading books so much! The book is ALWAYS better than the movie!" Riiiiiiiiight. You are an intellectual and love reading, we all get it! But seriously, coming from a "non-i heart reading" person this book is da bomb!)

Anyhoo, I sipped my cocktail and refrained from working on the cable knit scarf in my knitting bag, occasionally looking up from my book to people watch. There were only a few people in the small bar, mostly females whom I judged by their wardrobe one way or another- Yes I'm willing to admit that. In the middle of one of my looking, watching, judging moments, I made eye contact with a fellow Fox Sports Bar custy. Assuming I appeared to be staring at him, or even worse, flirting, I quickly moved my gaze 3 feet above his head to check out the game that was on the TV...I dunno, football or basketball or something. I could NOT care any less about sports and specifically whatever game was on now, but was trying to avoid unintentional eye flirting. Although I'm a master at avoidence, I did not avoid this.

So, "Tony Pony Tail" came over to my table. Note: We're calling him this not because his name was Tony, but because he did indeed have a pony tail. I had occupied three of the four seats with myself, my carry on and my purse, marking my territory upon arrival. His opening line was actually quite good. Not totally out of nowhere AND humorous (a good opening line combo to all of you male readers). I had just checked out the latest female who entered the bar...he had too. Pony Tony slighly interrupted my reading with "So how'd ya feel about that belt?" I had noticed her belt, it was pretty intense. I couldn't help but laugh and be slightly impressed that he was confident enough to pull up a chair and discuss fashion.

Since I'm not a guy nor an aggressive girl, I don't even know what it must be like to approach someone like that. I'm thinkin it's probably pretty rough. I can't imagine the fear of going up to someone, especially a girl like myself who (according to close friends) puts off the "Screw You" vibe and starting a convo...then sitting yourself down at their table!

Tony did a very nice job. Once I found out his age I realized he'd had a lot of years to practice! The conversation was entertaining and less awkward than a usual one in this sort of setting. I let him buy me a 2nd drink and continued to "kill my time" waiting to fly to Reno. As far as I could tell there was no intention of behaving in an ungentlemanly manner, one that my mother would disapprove of.

Unfortunately for him, he missed his flight as he was so engaged in our conversation...this is my horn, being tooted. I was not about to do the same and miss mine, sorry Pony Tony, not gonna happen. Although he had now another 3 hours to wait (oops) I decided to go back to hang at B10, ensuring my promptness.

As I sat on the plane and stared at a flight attendent buckling a seat belt with a big bright smile, I realized just how funny male/female interaction can be. Tony Pony Tail however was a nice example of it being less funny in the awkward sense and just more funny in the real sense of the word!

No matter how it's handled, Boys, I feel very sorry for you that you are the ones that have to (or should rather) come up to us! Having to come up with something to say and decifering if a girl is a total hag or not...tricky. You all have a new found respect from this blonde!

Monday, November 24, 2008

You know what's fun...?

Making decisions.

Actually it's not fun at all. I've been in the process (and when I say process I mean long, DELAYED progression) of making a lot of those lately. The ones that I struggle with the most include dis-pleasing people. Normally I like to please people. However, you come to a point where you realize that it's no longer working for you, okay it's no longer working for ME. When it does work and it is pleasing to others as well as yourself, fantastic. But when it doesn't, another decision needs to be made...what can I do to make this work for me (and hopefully everyone...see my pleasing tendencies)

I have made arrangements to see absolutely everyone this Thanksgiving, and I mean EVERYONE! Friends, family including mom's side and dad's side (joys of non-nuclear-ness), and even the nice folks at Southwest Airlines will be graced with my presence during this time of giving thanks.

Thus far I'm driving to the OC Wednesday, getting someone's car (not sure which lucky one yet) to be dropped off in Brea at my cousin on my mom's side's house, to then drive to meet at Grandma's house in Pomona. Leaving from Gma's to go to Las Vegas for the Thanksgiving weekend with Mama's side. After turkey, cocktails etc I'll be leaving Sin City on Monday morning to fly to Tahoe...Dad's side's turn! The original plan was for me to stay the remainder of the trip with them, then hop in the Suburban and road trip it home with the famn damily on Saturday, 8 glorious hours. Who knows some good car games?!!!

So what I figured out, about 20 minutes ago, was that this plan doesn't actually work for me. Everyone else is happy, but somehow I'm uncomfortable with these accommodations. I REALLY need to work next week and since I'm waitress-tastic these days, that means Thursday through Monday nights I'm serving Cape cods and Burgers. If I could somehow get home (to my San Diego sanctuary) by Thursday (instead of the following Saturday night) I could work my normal days AND bypass a loooooooong car ride. Hello?!

So...I bought a ticket to fly home on Thursday. Simple enough. I used my own money, and own brain to come up with that. What a concept. See everyone and yet still do what works for me.

Love it. Now I just get to tell the shocked fam about my latest "adjustment" to our vacation agenda ;)

Happy Thanksgiving everybody!

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Grab the bull by the horns

Sometimes you just have to grab the bull by the horns. I'm not sure why that saying means what it means but if you don't know what it means, think "Bite the bullet", "Grab life by the balls..." (okay that one's a little vulgar, not sure who came up with it, but you get the picture)

So I'm an extremely (almost to a fault) neat person. Not neat as in "wow that's neato!" But neat as in my bed is always made, my blow dryer is put away daily (OK weekly, I don't wash my hair that often) and my laundry is either washed, folded and in its proper drawer or in a laundry basket strategically placed in a spot you can't see. After a busy weekend, I told my roommate that my room had just gotten "disastrous." I think that I tell people things like this every once in a while to prevent them from thinking I'm crazy. "Oh yea, my room is soooo messy...I'm like totally normal and don't have things clean all the time." Anyone who knows me well will tell you that means there's a t-shirt on my bed and the closet door isn't shut all the way...wild huh? I admitted that sometimes I like things a little bit out of place because it can be LIBERATING! I followed that statement with, "Like sometimes...I'll even leave a magazine out on the couch in the living room, ya know instead of putting it in the wicker magazine basket next to the TV!" My witty roomie responded..."Wow, you really know how to grab the bull by the horns!" Touche Court, touche.

I started to think about where I'm at in life and how I really do need to grab 'dem horns, bite that bullet, and grab other things...! I feel like I'm just waiting for things to happen. I'm applying to jobs but waiting for them to hire me, I'm working on my own issues but waiting for others around me to change, I'm wanting my life to be full of certain activities and waiting 'til I have the structured schedule, money and time to enjoy those things.

No more waiting, it's time to do some grabbin.

The first step was already made last week...made a decision that would be a drastic change...

I got my hair chopped off! Bold move huh? See two blogs down for more deets ;) Okay but seriously, more horn grabbing and making of life decisions to come!

Saturday, November 22, 2008


I want to love people (somehow)in all circumstances. I've been thinking lately that's the whole reason we're here. God gave us a place to figure out how to do that, to figure out where the balance is in all scenarios concerning relationships...

Where's the balance between loving people and setting boundaries for yourself? Being tactful and being truthful? Thinking of your needs and being selfish? Behavior that's healthy and unhealthy? Friendly and overbearing? Extrovert and introvert? Needing people and using people? Making things happen and waiting for things to happen? Flirting and well, too much flirting? Admiration and Jealousy? Being strategic (strategerie if you will, if a President says it, it must be a word) and conniving? Childlike innocence and adulthood?

I don't want to focus on these things and being "balanced" so much so that I'm inhibited all the time, but I do think being aware is essential...purposeful even!

Something to chew on...on this foggy Saturday mornin ;)

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

The grass is always greener

Apparently I am the poster child for this saying..."The grass is always greener" (...on the other side, for those of you that aren't up to date on things your grandparents say) Today, in a feeling of I NEED A CHANGE IN MY LIFE I went and chopped off my hair. That sounds like I did it myself...No need for concern, I didn't go Brittany style or anything, I had it done by a professional; Daniel who is the MAN when it comes to hair. Seriously, that's what it even says on his business card.

Daniel Ngo
The Man...
when it comes to Hair

Okay not really. I am quite a fan of his though.

I cut my pelo after graduation a few years back, kept in short for a while (mostly because a friend said it made me look skinnier, always a deal-breaker) and then recently grew the 'do back out. It turns out when it's short, I want it long and apparently when it's finally long...I want it short. So, short it is. I was very carfey to not go "Mom short," it's more edgy I think ;) Anywho, just thought I'd continue on my update kick

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

It's a love/hate relationship

Seriously I have a love/hate relationship going on...with many people. Some of those include LC, "Speidi", Audrina, Whitney, Lo and Justin Bobby.

Why do I still watch THE HILLS?! I love/hate that show so much! I watch it religiously, TIVO it even, and find that every week I wanna throw my glass of wine against the Toshiba! (This could really be a problem for the 'Tosh and my white shag rug...also wasteful) I don't know what it is. I fear if I miss an episode I won't know what's going on, like what Spencer did this week that will make my skin crawl. How poorly did Justin Bobby treat Audrina...and was he wearing combat boots at the time? How many people did LC help...Holly, Stephanie, a struggling FIDM student? So many plots!

Really the entire show is about a bunch of tools treating these young 20-something girls like trash and the dumb girls thinking it's sweet. How annoying is that? Very annoying apparently.

I can't help it though! I'm hooked. I even watch the "After Show". Possibly because I like the guy in the black rimmed glasses, but mostly just to get EVEN more inside info!

I think it also might have to do with the intro song...I can't help but sing aloud every time! "Feel the rain on your skin...!" So catchy.

Friday, November 7, 2008

Watch out for Predators

My mom is really sweet. She is also quite possibly the most worried person I've ever met. She is always, always worried...mostly about me. I'm her only kid so I guess it makes sense, and not to mention I'm super lovable ;)

Tonight I called her on my way home from dinner with some friends. After a few minutes she asked me if I was home yet. I told her I had parked in front of my house but was walkin across the street to a local coffee shop to grab a decaf mocha...perfect end to the week. My plan was to sip that baby and watch Sex and the City, oh my Friday night! Mom got worried, clearly crossing the street is difficult, even at age 24. "Call me when you get inside, I wanna talk more." I replied, "I don't believe you, you just want to know I got inside and wasn't killed getting coffee!" Then somewhere along the conversation I found myself saying "OK, OK, I'll watch out for predators." Who says that?! I'll watch out for predators? Wow, I've become conditioned to a very, very worried mother...who clearly loves me tons!

Nighty night.
And don't forget to lock up!

Updates...and an exposed alter ego

Every website I venture to, like myspace, facebook, and even blogspot, I see UPDATES everywhere. Apparently "updates" are all the rage. Well, here's my update ;)

I've been applying for jobs like no body's biness! Here have been the results: People clearly refuse to call back, ignore their email (or me, let's go with the first for my pride's sake) or they're not hiring right now. Apparently even Nordstorm isn't hiring right now. Nordstrom, you're always hiring! I know this because 90% of my girlfriends have worked there, most of them more than once! Anyway, I have to just keep holding onto the whole "That must not be what God wants for you" and "God has a plan" thing that Christians always say. Yea...okay. I guess that's probably true.

So this week in the midst of mad influenza I got the "You're great but we don't need you...but we'll keep you on file" letter from Nordstrom, where I'd last resort applied two weeks prior. There's the silver lining, in a month when I've already found a job, they'll need someone, I'll have been kept "on file" and they'll call me for an interview. Glad to be kept on file. Fabulous. Also not helpful at all.

Since I haven't evolved from a desktop to a laptop yet, looking online actually takes some effort, I can't exactly sit on the cozy couch or in bed and surf the web like most. So I dragged my sick and very hot (as in 102 temperature fever hot) bod to my computer two nights ago. I resorted to Craigslist (Hey, I found a good couch there, that could be productive) and PLNU's always faithful job board for students, or in this case alumni. I applied to two MORE jobs. One for a local high school to work with 9th graders (more money and hours than my current job) and the other to nanny for a 4 year old (easy money and more convenient hours than my current job). Don't forget right now I'm serving...and bar tending. It feels like some sort of twisted alter-ego...Miss Morgan, helping the lives of children by day, then there's the blonde pouring 'dem hard drinks by night! I'm so ready to move on. No more night jobs! I'm getting too old for this :(

So...the UPDATE is that although I don't even expect responses anymore, I received an email from the High School and a call from the nanny job (from the Dad, not the 4 year old) Yay for on-the-ball employers!

ONWARD with the interview process!

Stay tuned...

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

I haven't brushed my teeth yet

...and it's 3:48 pm on a Wednesday afternoon. Welcome to my days off. Ok I also sometimes do this on my days "on". Don't judge me, I work nights. I am still in pajamas, sort of. I decided walking around in underwear (normal pj attire)would be kinda weird being that I live on a busy street across from a UHaul/mechanic shop, kitty corner to a coffee house, and directly next to some goth neighbors who btw LOVE Halloween! This week is like Christmas for them. Their modow: PUMPKINS AND SKELETONS YEAR 'ROUND! This would all be fine except that I have almost an entire wall of windows in my living room...and in my kitchen. All that being said, I put some pants on to go with my rockin, pale green (it used to be regular green) tank I always wear to bed. It has a built in bra, key to a decent night's sleep. Former and current roommates, you know which one I refer to. Don't be jealous.
The days I'm about to describe to you sound like those of a "Stay-at-Home Mom"...well, I definitely don't have kids, or a husband, or even a boyfriend for that matter-tell your cute friends ;) Anyway, I realized this morning (after I woke up at 11am) that although I am not looking the most feminin today, ya know hair pulled back, glasses, lack of teeth brushed that sorta thing, I have been seriously in touch with my female (generally female, for PC's sake) skills this past week. Without all the hastle of a family to take care of (and clean up after) :), it's been kinda fun. In the past 5 hours, with chick flicks on in the background and a standard candle lit, I cleaned up after last night's dinner party (pumpkin themed of course, very fall festive), worked on my new knitting skill: the cable knit scarf-ah thank you, made a homemade bridal shower card, wrapped the present in a pearly, pink, hearty (meaning lots of hearts on it) bag with matching tissue paper, cut up and steamed some veggies and prepared a bag of food I'll be takin over to dinner/yoga night with Miss Green. I could do this for a fulltime job. No prob.

Since I'm not up for marriage and children quite yet, I'm pretty sure the perfect job for me would be to have no job at all. Every day would be like a "day off." I seem to keep busy with many detail-oriented tasks. Like yesterday, woke up at 10 (gotta get that 9 hours in) prepared for dinner, went to the bank, post office, eye place to pick up my contacts (they weren't ready, so I'll be heading over there again after this blog entry!), worked out at the gym, hit the store to pick up some seasonal lagers and pumpkin ice creme (both were a hit ;))and even had time to flip through the new J.CREW catalog that arrived in my mailbox earlier that morning! Days like yesterday and today make me like life. Some people hate "running errands" and doing tasks, well I like it...especially better than bartending! So maybe I will quit my day job (or night job in this case).

I think I'll go get dressed now.

Happy Hump Day!

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Therapy Thursday...becoming less crazy by the week!

"I'm just wondering what was going through your mind when you were doing that"
-Word. (contemplative)

"I'm thinking this might have to do with that extreme black and white thing we've talked about"
-Yes. (very matter of fact, intelligent head nod as well)

"It sounds like your issues are centered around men overall"
-Good assessment. (Insert sarcasm here)

"That would be breaking rule #3 now wouldn't it?"
-Yes...it would.(Ahhh man! Come on!)

"Does it have to be one or the other?"
-Remember the extreme thing? Yes, yes it does. (This is why I'm paying you!)

"I'm wondering where you got this...all the thinking and insightfullness"
-I know RIGHT! (Relief. Finally someone gets me)

Therapy Thursday...brought to you by a saner Sara

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Man that's a lot of Asians!

My roommate Court, who I just decided reminds me of the character Lilo from Lilo and Stich (look it up, you'll totally agree) happens to be 1/2 Asian and 1/2 white...a wasian if you will.

This is a picture from her hiking adventures this weekend with a whole lot of asians. I saw the picture and immediately commented, "Man, that's a lot of Asians." Note my tact. I wondered, was it a strictly Asian activity? Asian Hikers Unite? She, while laughing with me, pointed out that if there were a whole bunch of white people in this picture I probably wouldn't say "Dang Court, you were with a lot of white people!" "Why are there so many white people!?" Think about it. We laughed. I had to share.

Friday, October 17, 2008

Please don't use personification when discussing my cervix!

My Disclaimer: Don't read this unless you are a female.

So I had to have a yearly exam (as all females should, shame on you if you don't!) and as most of you know that includes being felt up and a little bit invaded by your doctor. What the procedure really entails I'm sure you've figured out for yourself already...so I won't go there.

A minor detail in this story is that I had to go to good 'ol "PP" (Planned Parenthood, we don't say the full name, it's embarrasing) because I currently don't have health insurance. Don't judge me. AnyHOO, no pun intended, the crowd was quite interesting in the waiting room...especially because this particular "PP" is located in "PB", a beachy area in San Diego which inhabits many peculiar folk...
A bestie came along for the entertainment of it all. As we observed the waiting room community we laughed about some good stuff: 1) the girl wearing "Apple Bottom Jeans" (really too bad she was missing the boots with da fur), 2) the few males in the room who were a little uncomfortable it seemed...most likely there to get a standard STD test and 3)the intellectual girl who has no idea that her coverage doesn't work at Planned Parenthood. Bestie whispers, "Clearly she doesn't know how insurance works." I slyly respond, "Ya gotta tell 'em you don't have any to get the free paps! She's obviously a newbee." Learn the system girlfriend!

My name is called and a 40 something cholita takes me into a small, secret room. We discuss my personal life and she offers me condoms and the morning after pill (Politically Correct name for it: Plan B). Ummmm, I'm gonna pass. Thanks though. Maybe next time. She weighs me (no details necessary here) and takes my blood preassure. During all this I can't help but be distracted, staring at the poster in front of me picturing and labeling the many parts of the male anatomy...parts I didn't even know had names that long! Ok, done with this portion.

Now I get to wait for about an eternity for the nurse to come do my exam. For those of you that haven't done this in a while, let me remind you it is not an exam you can prepare for! Yi Yi Yi Yi! I'd appreciate them at least warming those instruments up a bit! And just tell me I'm gonna feel some pain ..not "pressure." I'm not sure if PP Nurse Kelly is an ammature at giving the pappies or what, but she's not all that precise about it. She has to readjust the instrument (and by instrument I mean the cold metal crank) a few times, leaving me a little concerned and really feeling the "pressure." I try to focus on the peaceful meadow magazine page on the ceiling above me but couldn't help but notice what was goin on under my paper skirt. Without meaning to, I shreak, "Ouch!" Now I have to make her aware of the fact that she is not doing a very good job by saying,"That's pinching me!" Nurse Kelly responds in a friendly manner, "Oh I'm sorry. I have to keep readjusting, looks like your cervix is hiding." Really? Of all the things you could say to reassure me you know what you're doing, you decide to personify my cervix. Please don't use personification when discussing my cervix.

This lovely appointment is over. I put my clothes back on, decline more condoms, leave without paying a dime (gotta love the government), and wave goodbye to Apple Bottom Jeans. Lovely PP encounter as always.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Perhaps epiphany-riffic for ya

This is for all the Christian gals - a new (new to me at least) perspective that might be epiphany-riffic for ya. Over a satisfying Pinot and pumpkin scented candle, I had a pretty deep convo with my very wise and refreshing new roomie. Without downplaying the intelligence and open-mindedness of some Christian females, I'd like to propose a partly blanket statement.
Here we go...
For some reason, some Christian females have this idea that the boyfriend, husband, marriage aspect of our lives is more important to God than every other aspect, including but not limited to job, friends, family, finances, home, dog, city you chose to live in etc. Maybe its more important to you - fine, to each her own. But it seems there's this idea that no other piece of life matters as much to God as "giving you" the "gift" of a man. I am not implying that this part of life isn't important to God, I think it is...

*This is where some of you peace out and assume "she's just saying this because she's single!" That's fine, cover your ears, or eyes in this case, and don't listen to anything slightly different than what you've already decided is truth. I am going to continue though so read on if you'd like!

Here were the main points of our discussion: God isn't any more interested in blessing His children (daughters in this case) with a husband than He is with a great job or best friend...or even rent money! If sin is sin, then blessing is blessing! How many churches somehow reference marriage or being a wife/husband in almost every sermon? This is meant to be rhetorical...SO MANY! I love these churches and love my particular church and pastor, but it seems like marriage is almost held up like a GOD. For example, is every person in the congregation married? Another rhetorical question...obviously not. Hi, I'm in the congregation, and I'm not married! Point proven. So how is someone who's single (maybe even in a relationship but still unmarried) supposed to relate to that example? You'll rarely hear a reference to being a great friend or sibling when discussing Christ-like characteristics or things that are close to God's heart. Is being a great friend to someone less than being a good wife...excuse me, a "Proverbs 39 wife"?! I'm not saying the symbolism in marriage isn't amazing. Husband=Jesus, Wife=Church. Got it. Fabulous symbol! But, downplaying (by omitting) every other non-marriage related position in life seems a little strange and almost exclusive...leaving individuals feeling less because they can't even understand what their preacher is talking about and therefore must just not fully understand God...until they're married.

My concern is this: Holding up husbands as the grandest gift God will ever give us (and you know you've heard it in vows at ALL the christian weddings we've attended, "You are God's greatest gift to me," "You are what God had in store for me," "...what I've been preparing for my whole life")sends a few messages that I just can't feel right about calling true to God's heart. Once again, Christian culture has messed something up! If a husband is the greatest, most significant gift, why don't some people receive it? Have they not arrived spiritually yet, are they not (my personal fave) "right with God"? What do those things even mean? I'm not talking about myself here as a single, christian female (that sorta sounded like an ad in the personals). I'm talking about Christians who NEVER (God forbid!) get married. And I wonder too about the people that do "receive that gift" then get it taken away by death or divorce. Did they backslide to their old unholy ways or have too little faith and get their gift taken back?...Seems to throw a wrench in the theory don't ya think?

It actually seems pretty self-righteous of these people who hold this idea and have in fact received this "best of the best" gift to claim God has given them something (that is apparently based on works) that He's supposedly holdin' out on for others. Is He waiting to give them this BOMB gift until they're as spiritual as these already married folk? For some reason I just can't grasp God laying it all out in that manner. Again, I don't want to blanket it up or be totally aggressive, claiming all Christians think this way. I know it is only some, not all (see I'm getting better at not being so extreme).  The reason I have been so enlightened by the idea that this hidden (or sometimes very bluntly stated) theory is wrong is that disclaiming it somehow actually makes me feel even more special to God! He cares more about me (and YOU!) and EVERY aspect of our lives and ALL the decisions we make and not just about which dude we end up with.

The prize isn't the man. It's better than that- it's God Himself...in Heaven! The man, just like the job, house, friends or dog is just another piece of who YOU are to God, His beloved, the BIG picture, you and Him. I think God just wants every part of our lives to encourage our personal relationship with Him, including but NOT limited to...your boo!

Friday, October 3, 2008

Sometimes it's just a yoga mat.

So we've all heard cliches like "Spring has sprung" and "Love is in the air..." Well this past Spring both of these were particularly true! As I was packin it through Europe, THREE of the many amazing women in my life fell in love and basically met...(another cliche is about to come at you) the man of their dreams. I know, some of you are about to go throw up your last meal right now but if I can be totally stoked about this (as a former cynic) you can too :)
This particular story (which clearly has something to do with a yoga mat) is about one of these girls. Her and I have spent some years comparing past bf's, sharing stories of ridiculous encounters and sometimes when feeling optimistic, hopes of someday meeting a real man that would actually be legitimate. This friend is unique, smart and beautiful. Because she loves the color green, we'll call her "Miss Green." This is mostly so that you don't have to read the words "my friend" a thousand times, and "Miss Green's" identity won't be exposed!
Miss Green is dating (and in my expert opinion will end up marrying) a fabulous man-that's right man, not boy- who has gorgeous blue eyes...named "Mr. Blue." Mr. Blue is pretty much a stud and knows how to treat Miss Green better than what she could've ever imagined! Miss Green's friends have granted the stamp of approval. One Wednesday afternoon the sweet and thoughtful Mr. Blue called up Miss Green and told her he had a present for her and could not wait to see her. Because of their schedules, and Miss Green's very important yoga commitment that evening with yours truly, they wouldn't see each other until the next day. As most of us tend to do when we have a fun surprise for someone we love, Mr. Blue build that baby up! Saying things like "you're gonna love it!" and "it could've been really useful today, I wish I could've given it to you today" gave Miss Green ammunition to let her mind wander...what could it be and why would it have been better to have today? She also thought to herself, "Dang, my bf is the bomb" (I added that part in but I'm sure it ran through her mind at some point).  The only thing she could think of that she was doing on that Wednesday was having a phone interview for a perspective job...on her ghetto and almost non-functioning phone. A light bulb went on...Mr. Blue, having great technological taste had an iphone and must have gotten Miss Green one of those bad boys too! As she began to pry, asking questions like, "where'd you get this surprise?" her idea had now become a reality. Mr. Blue answered, "...my roommate, he got a new one and had an extra one, I knew you could use it." Miss G's mind continued to fantasize for 24 hours and she had decided beyond a doubt that Mr. B's roomie, who also had an iphone had to have gotten a new one (since there's practically an upgraded version out every month)and now her bomb.com boyfriend had asked for Roomie's old iphone to rescue his beloved from a 1990's cell phone. Thursday finally came and Mr. B arrived on Miss G's doorstep. He looked stylish as always and had a strangely large, white cylinder in arms.
"Hi!(excited) What is that? (perplexed)"
"Open it! It's your surprise!"
"For real?" Miss G thought. Maybe the iphone was wrapped up in this white thing that appeared to be a yoga mat.
"I know you love going to yoga every week! Don't you love it?"
As Miss G unrolled the yoga mat completely, she realized this was no standard yoga mat. It was a yoga mat promoting a seemingly asian, Soy Protein bar company Called SOYJOY! Now as she stood in her "downward dog" or kneeled in "child's play" she could enjoy little japanese children playing (or perhaps exercising, she's still not sure what they're doing) and a delicious looking protein bar with large letters that read SOYJOY! How thoughtful Mr. Blue was for thinking of her and her weekly hobby.
After laughing about this the next week at yoga, we realized that this was a very important lesson...
Even with the perfect man (like Mr. Blue), sometimes it's just a yoga mat...not an iphone, and that's okay. Besides who doesn't love little japanese kids and soy?!

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Unstable Cliffs

Why is it that there are seasons where it seems like everyone is going through a bunch of crap, all at once! Everything from career change and boyfriend blues to making life changing decisions and tissue issues...you know who you are. It seems like everyone in my life is dealing with something gnarly...including myself, I'm in my life too. I think it's a season for some change and definitely some growth for most of us. I know personally I've experienced more ish, mostly upstairs (I told you earlier you didn't want to be there!) in the last 4 months than in my entire life...possibly excluding a stage in '06 where I became single and confused rather abruptly (but that's a story that requires a lot of time and coffee,or something a little stronger) It seems easy enough to change habits, but how HARD is it to change thinking habits? That was retorical btw. In the life of Sada (that would be me) I'm in the process of retraining myself to think in healthier ways such as...don't always give people (meaning undeserving people) the benefit of the doubt, at the same time self-protection isn't always necessary and doesn't mean you have to act like a hag. Side note: putting yourself in situations that involve healthy, normal people (specifically healthy, normal males)will make these changes EASIER!!! This is probably pure logic to most, but takes some time for others of us ;) Like a wise friend of mine so lovingly (and not patronizing at all) said to me one day, "Sar, some of us learn at 18, and some of us learn at 24." I hope that's as helpful to you as it was to me. Although it may feel like you're as unstable as the cliffs in OB, everyone has their own bag of rocks to carry. You're NOT alone...just ask me and all my struggling friends.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Fall Fashion Frenzy!

So I got my hair done today and since I forget to bring my current book along with me EVERY time, I sat under one of those heater things and read fashion magazines. What ran through my head (aside from the fact that those models must be really hungry!!!) is how stoked I am for FALL FASHION! Something about sweaters and cute slacks get me freakin pumped, enough that I kinda want a real job by then so that I can partake in this glory! Who knows, maybe I'll miraculously be teaching by then...and wearing really cute fall gear obvi. Lookin' forward to boots, tights (although I live in San Diego and will probably still be sweating...alot), cute cardi's and scarves! Here's hopin' I have a real job and money to purchase cute fall clothing by the time mid October hits. SD probably won't be even remotely chilly 'til December...more time to earn some skrill for sweater shopping I suppose. Come typical toasty season or not, once it's officially "Fall" I'm busting out my Uggs from deep down in the 'ol closet! I can't wait to make some new scarves too...perhaps in the new plum color that's coming out everywhere! Oh Fall Fashion, you are just too Fantastic!

Sunday, September 7, 2008

To teach or not to teach...that (currently) is the question

So I talked to a "teacher friend" this weekend at a Bachelorette party and I explained my goal to have the life of a stay at home mom, without kids....ya know? No job, but also no kids. Too much to ask? Probably. Anyway, she explained a teaching position that one of her teaching friends has at a school nearby and how it is DA BOMB! Part-time,full benies and normal, young teachers, gotta love that! WTF do I want to do with my life? Not feelin the independent consultant thing all the time...especially not lately. Waitressing makes me wanna punch babies (I hate it that much) and my restaurant is closing down next month to remodel for a year. Gotta figure out something fast! Do I want a routine or a random (waitress-like) schedule? Maybe I just like working nights now because it's still summer. Once fall hits, and it's comin soon, my days off won't be quite as exciting I don't think! Life plan = TBA!!!

Thursday, September 4, 2008

...a cardio experience like no other

I said I was an "avid journaler." Even more, I am an avid DANCER...and I don't mean the really good kind...I mean the really insane kind. It all started with 5th grade jazz routine to Gloria Estephan's Turn the Beat Around. The pics below are from celebrating my 24th birthday with friends, one night downtown and the next in OB at my favorite beachy bar spot. Neither one of these places are known for their dancing but I was not afraid to bring it and YOU shouldn't be either. A bouncer walking past me whispering with a sarcastic tone, "Excuse me JLO" didn't discourage me from gettin my grove on ;) Give me some tunes and a little alcohol (although the latter is not necessary...okay sometimes the former isn't either!) and I'll dance all night, and/or day I suppose. Good friends know what to expect, generally causing pictures like these to come into existence. Most of my besties join in on the idiocy themselves. With all that being said, I write this "post" not to brag about my sweet steps, but to encourage YOU to get some moves of your own that make you feel CAREFREE and like a child again! Not only will you be as happy as a kid with cake breath but everyone else will enjoy it too...and for the peeps who look at you like you belong in the circus, bask in the glory of knowing you don't take yourself too seriously and can take pleasure in all that this crazy life has to offer. And don't worry for those of you that just can't let lose, one day, some gym, somewhere in the world will let me come teach a class entitled "The Beara's Ridiculous Dance Moves...a cardio experience like no other" This will give you all the basics you need to know to dance like an insane person...location and time to be announced.

"David's Cozy Little Backpacker Hostel of Berlin"

I finally freaked out today (in the confines of my own head). I'll rewind for a moment. I arrived Saturday night in Berlin, Germany at "David's Cozy Little Backpacker Hostel." aka the cheapest one I could find on hostelworld.com. I would be staying here the next three nights and it was by far the weirdest place I'd seen...ever. A host of norwegian 18 year old girls were quite the welcome wagon. They told us we had to go out with them and (in a seductive, creepy manner) that "...they'd never been out with American girls before." That, along with the staring and graze along my rear as one walked past me was my que to go to bed and take a raincheck! So here we are. Thus far, although I have experienced various unclean and disturbing circumstances on this trip, I have not yet allowed myself to be "high-maintenance." Well, today is the day where that all comes to an end.

I had to wait for the one and only shower in the hostel. I was sitting on the floor (not the cleanest move, but my standards are pretty low when I'm still half asleep). I held onto my towel for dear life. I knew that although I could handle more than the average girl, my towel touching this floor containing suspicious hairs and who knows what else would not be tolerable. It was my turn for the shower. This was a 4x4 room with a single shower, tiled floor and absolutely no ventilation. I had my reservations before entering the small room based on the quality and cleanliness of the "sink row" in the hallway and "wc" or bathroom in american terms.

The room had a mop (a dirty mop) placed in a bucket of water (also dirty) propped up in the corner. There also happened to be a shower curtain...a very uninviting shower curtain. My shower curtain in my home groses me out, and it is cleaned thoroughly on the weekly. This shower curtain was just not going to do. The shower backs up due to hair in the drain from various "David's Cozy Little Backpacker Hostel" inhabitants. There is a ledge where I am given no choice but to put my shower necessities. There is an old, dirty (just there to go along with the mop and bucket I suppose) sponge sharing this ledge with my shower parafenalia. Because of the lack of ventilation in this room, the door where I've hung my towel is soaked, perspiring actually. Sort of a parallel to me constantly being soaked and perspiring in Europe! The duration of my shower is about 4 minutes, skillfully manuvering (in shower shoes of course) without touching the curtain. I'm assuming nobody else touched the curtain either, leaving it unused and pulled to one side, causing the soaking wet tile floor. I'm all of 5'3" and...okay I just added an inch, I'm all of 5'2" and still I'm towering over the handheld shower head. Thanks to dancing and yoga classes every now and then, I consider myself a "bendy" person however I still cannot bend enough to submerge completely under the water to wash my pretty much dredded hair. So, mind over matter, I grab that handheld SOB and give my hair the shampooing it deserves. The trickiest part of the entire showering ordeal is washing my body. I'm tempted to avoid it altogether but since my body has been on a train for 5 hours, David's "cozy" couch where I ate my cheap dinner and on the questionable sheets I am sleeping on, even I can't bear to leave out this vital step of the showering process. So I use just my finger tips to open the ziplock bag (where I've been keeping my soap during my travels) and take out the bar of soap and pray to God I don't have a typical slippery soap + wet hand scenario. All is well. I even manage to wash off the bar and place it back in it's ziplock without the bag being filled with water (this can be quite the skill). I return the handheld shower head to its perch and lift my feet up and out of the little pool of backed up water that my 4 minute shower has created. As I sigh with relief in conquering this terrible, terrible shower, I see a sign posted on the perspiring wall.

Please wipe down the floor after using the shower room.
(My thought: With my one and only towel that I'm using for 6 weeks? I think not)
Clean out your hair in the drain for all other guests who shower after you.
(...I have no words...)

Next stop the Berlin zoo, where it's probably cleaner and smells better...

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Bindiya from India

As we walked up the four flights of marble stairs to our hostel room, we hoped our two other roomies would be two things: female and awake. This would mean that we could get ready for bed in normal fashion; noisily, 1/2 naked and with talking of our day's adventure intermingled. Bindiya, roomie #1, was awake and ready to chat it up. What a sweet and hopeful soul. She is from Bombay, India and lives in London to work for an investment banking company. She is 26 years old, and "still not married." She wants so badly to come to the states and attend Harvard for her MBA. After high school she was told by her older brother that if she wanted to further study, he would allow her to do so. This is apparently Indian custom, the oldest brother is sorta in charge. Her high school teacher had to persuade her brother to allow this kind of craziness as most Indian girls are to be looking for a husband at that point. She studied further and is now preparing to apply to Harvard. She says the university she attended isn't one of the top in India and it's very competitive to get into a US school, especially Harvard. If she follows her dreams (which she wisely says we cannot live without having)she won't be ready to be married until well into her 30's. This is a major problem for her family and community. She describes them as "conservative and traditional, simple." They support her but are worried. She says it's only because they love her so much. Her bother is constantly giving out her phone number so that she will meet some prospects. She meets these men for dinner, lunch or an evening coffee and it just doesn't click. Bindiya wants fireworks and a soul-mate...her words not mine, alhtough I am no longer synical, I still would never use the word soul mate...I get it though. I can't help but think that there are people in my life attempting to get my head out of the sky by telling me (in a relatively subtle way) that my expectations are perhaps too high. Are they? Since I've never first hand observed marriage, do I have an idea that they're "just like the movies" and in fact, they're not!? Hmmm, Dunno. I do know however, that I want to wait it out and see ;) Maybe my hope is similar to Bindiya's. She describes the man she wants as "having more ambition and passion" than she. She met a smart and fun british man upon arriving to London and found out after dating for two months that he was married. He tried to keep her around by telling her it should be his guilt, not her's. Nice. She couldn't do that...especially to another woman. Bindiya is a wonderful person and I'm so blessed that she speaks incredible English, making it possible to share her story with me. She learned our language within three months and now has been speaking it for four years. She is hillarious and has lots of questions for us American gals. I started out our convo with the two typical roomate hostel questions: Where are you from and how long have you been in (fill in the city)? It got so much deeper so quickly and I'm so glad. Lord knows I can't stand small talk. Bindiya from India was so inspirational and discussing only Rome, the city we were in, would've been such a shame. Not only did I love the fact that I could call her "Bindiya from India" but I also can totally relate to her positive outlook on life and love...

Sunday, August 17, 2008


I work mostly nights and when I park my car in front of my cozy little house I pay attention to nothing beyond what I am about to embark on...what I like to call a Zone-Out TV sesh. This is a time when I lie on my couch and stare at the television using the same amount of brain cells and energy as taking a relaxing nap. Then I go to bed. On this particular Saturday I had worked what's called a "Porta-bar" (aka Portable Bar) for eight hours at a Luau and was very tired (mostly tired of making "Coco Loco's") So I paid no attention to the sign outside my house that read "No parking after 2am Sunday." I had briefly noticed the sign earlier in the week and decided that I'd worry about it on Sunday. Duh. So of course returning home on this Saturday night required nothing beyond my normal parking efforts. WRONG. As most of you have figured out, that meant move your fricken car Saturday night, not Sunday! Sunday morning, on my way to meet my good pal for some Starbucks, I walked 6 feet from my door to the spot where my car is usually parked. No Wanda the Honda to be found (My mother once wisely said, "only crazy people name their cars," she may be onto something) My first thought, "Did I leave my car at a bar and take a cab home last night? Definitely not, we're done with that stage." Second thought, "Could it be kharma for being on my way to Starbucks instead of supporting my local, fair trade coffee establishment?" No. Third thought: "Someone stole Wanda!" Also wrong. Conclusion after 5 seconds of utter bewilderment, my car was towed! So, $400 later I get to buy back the car I own that was parked outside of the house I live in from "Star Towing"....not the one down the street, but the one about 20 miles away. Makes perfect sense right? Here's what would actually have made sense to me...Sign on curb: Please do not park here Saturday night because we need your car off this street by Sunday morning. If it is in our way (although we will probably not really need the space for anything of importance) we will tow it to a faraway place where you will give us your week's paycheck. Thanks, San Diego PD. The hidden message-you are an educated 24 year-old and used to teach our youth, you should know the difference between AM and PM.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

...and the nun sitting next to me

After running like hell to catch our train from Rome to Naples, somehow the train attendent knew I was not supposed to be sitting in First class (young american girls carrying dirty backpacks and sweating like beasts are clearly only classy enough to be in the 2nd class) So, I moved...and ended up sitting next to a nun. She ate a sandwich, used her cell phone and totally backwashed in her water bottle. I wish I could communicate with her but unfortunately no italian for me. I take joy in knowing that my mom would be so happy to hear that one of her very own catholics...not just any catholic, a super legit catholic...was within inches of her one and only daughter. I'm assuming this means extra blessings or safety or something. Suddently I become anxious that writing about this nun is perhaps a sin. Even worse, what if homegirl is reading my every word? She is sitting RIGHT next to me. No, impossible. She would've been offended by the backwash comment. The chick across from me is (seemingly) so rude. She refuses to move her oversized and strangely hard suitcase, making it very difficult for others to drag their crap past our seats in the isle. Don't you see that the rest of us hoisted our heavy ish up onto the luggage storage shelf above our heads? This is what thoughtful travelers do. My guess is she's either American or French. Now she is tapping her fancy burkenstalk on the ground as if this doesn't bother any of us and we will all suddenly join in on her beats. She would be wrong, we don't like this tapping at all. We're all exhausted and are attempting to sleep on the already noisy train!

My mental note to this woman...

Dear Burkenstalk,
Welcome to Public Places. This is where other people (aside from yourself) are existing. Please control your selfish tendencies and join us in polite silence!
Thank you,
Me, the considerate traveler (and the nun sitting next to me)

5 minutes later...

1. Burkenstalk is definitely not American 2. She has braces...huh? Who 'da thought?
3. The nun is now eating another ham sandwich...

Hey, I could be a blog-tastic writer!

So I'm an avid journaler. There are times when my journal entries are prayers, times when they're a tool for venting and then times when I write short story-ish matter. One of my hopes (one of probably too many, some of you pessimists might argue) is to one day write a book. What you'll read, if your ADD isn't agressive like mine, will mostly share my crazy observations that one wouldn't dream up unless they were up in "Sara-land" (my head) which is a place I'm pretty sure you don't wanna be...trust me. Some describe people or things that have moved me and some consist of stupid crap that I find humorous. Most of it is uncensored. My motivation to share some of my craziness and become a "blogger" came to exist on my recent trip through Europe (backpacking to be be specific...and make myself sound rugged and cool to all of the male readers ;)) I had more time than usual to write, think and take in all that the foreign adventure had to offer. All that to say- Enjoy my long-winded and hopefully entertaining blog-tastic babble...