Blonde Story Short

Once upon a time, off of Rosecrans Street, lived a blonde and a little asian . These roommates decided that the new year should bring revamps to their sweet little 1950's house, owned by the crafty Portuguese man living behind them. Their precious home included Craigslist couches from the hood of Golden Hills, an Ikea kitchen table and Ross decor (Honestly their slogan should change from "Dress for Less" to Decorate for less!) On the last Saturday morning of January, a surprisingly hot one, they decided their kitchen needed some fancy- ing up. They wanted their faux wood kitchen table to become black and "shabby" and the newly purchased shelf (originally green before the spray paint kick) to be hung and adorned with candles. duh. They began spray painting-using canned paint and brushes is so 1990. Comments flew like "We should have a furniture business" and "No wonder gangsters do this, this is fun!" The table had been turned b

So tonight at job #2 my busser buddy and I found a piece of paper on a table (which by the way is normally super annoying. We're supposed to clean up your food and linen napkins, not all the trash you just cleaned out of your purse). The top of the paper said "Things to do." Instead of throwing it away we thought we'd have some fun. I definitely don't remember the entire list, although I did read it aloud at the end of the night to the bartender and 2 barflies still standing, we all died! I thought I'd share some highlights here with all of you. We'd jot a few more down in between taking orders and running food out, then yell to eachother "Hey I just wrote 2 more....read 'em...they're funny!" "Things to do:" prostate exam go to Circuit City spank some little boys wash my underwear Cialis purchase some crack cocaine bus table 57 buy Preparation H creme find out Sara's "inside source" bone out ope

So first I'm going to whine. I don't like this weather! It's the WORST when your legs aren't recently shaven (as in it's been a little over 4 days) and you itch because you can feel it against your pants and your dry lizard skin! I got home last night and nearly freaked out. I had to rip my clothes off and pull my hair out of my face before someone got hurt...I guess a shower might have helped my insanity but that seemed like a lot of work. I'm not sure I love junior highers. In fact I might be certain I don't. Those of you that follow this blog know that it is a miracle I have this job. So please don't think I'm an ungrateful brat. I am so very grateful for my position. I just have to say, in an annoying sad voice, I miss Kindergarteners! They just love you so much and they listen to every word you say and respond to things like "If you can hear my voice, put your hands on your head!" They also randomly say things like "Miss Morga

I have a special love in my heart for moms...really, really sweet moms. My mom is the sweetest, in an attempt to seem un-bias, she is one of the sweetest. Last night I had Mother Theresa, "Aunt T" as the little cousins call her, on speaker phone while I packed my lunch for work today. She asked the question she always asks when I'm preparing anything, "So whatcha makin' good?" I reported back that I was making a taco salad with left-over meat I had in the fridge. She went on for about 3 minutes about how meat needs to be refrigerated and I should put it in the refrigerator at work (aka disgusting teachers' lounge fridge) immediately upon arrival. "Got it. Thanks Mom." She left me a message this morning reminding me of her helpful fun fact about meat and wrote me an email with the subject line "Read before your lunch hour" that included the same (yet again) information. I wrote her back. "About my lunch...seri

I had a conversation tonight with my incredibly intelligent and insightful roommate. It started out as most of our discussions do, talking about boys. Yes, I'm 24 years old, pay bills like nobody's biz and hold down two jobs...and still have conversations about "boys." Take your judging elsewhere :) Anyway, we were talking about a "third party" gal who has the expectations of Charles Dickens. This gal went over 22 years without dating, simply because no one met her very, very straight and narrow expectations. When the story began with "3rd party" declining dates due to the prospect's lack of asking her father for permission first, I shared my opinion by pretending I was violently throwing up on the couch. Seriously? Live a little girlfriend! Then the convo continued and we decided that it's only logical that if you widen your expectations the quantity (not necessarily quality) of options expands exponentially. We're a house of ma

So I've been recently working on being ME all the time...one of my many "Self-Improvement in the mid twenties-isms" I'm really good at being ME most of the time, but would LOVE to be one of those extremely confident and secure women who is just herself in every given situation... all instead of most of the time! There are times when I definitely hold back and it's generally because of the company I'm in at that given moment. The funny thing is it's an epic battle internally to hold back because my natural inclination is to give my all, all the time, with relationships especially (By the way, I HATE when people say exspecially, there's no X! Don't mind my tangent) Anyway, I have talked to many wise people, females in particular, who have helped me realize that my normal state and being is very vulnerable and it's a balancing act to be who I naturally am and keep my heart safe. I generally do and say things in a way that make who I am very m

Turkey bacon and egg whites this morning for bfast, talking to my precious Grandma (especially when she tells me Jack, her dog says hi), being able to use a laptop at work, getting a T-shirt for tomorrow's jog-a-thon, having a 3 day work week- Monday MLK day and Friday off cuz I'll be in Big Bear, looking forward to Big Bear shananaganz, cards in the mail (sometimes with Trader Joes gift cards in them) from my mom, Wednesday night dinners with my best friends, not serving for the rest of the week, having my laundry done as of yesterday, fresh sheets on my bed, the smile on one of my kids' face when I rewarded her with candy today, knowing another pay check is coming in a week, my roommate returning home tonight, my car running well, getting lots of rest! Peace and love.

1. His dog is waiting for him outside the bar, and at times actually joins him in the bar. 2. He has a backpack. 3. When asking for your number he pulls out a non functioning cell phone... typical collecting of random found items. 4. When the cell phone clearly doesn't work, he pulls out a piece of paper and a black sharpie. 5. Instead of calling you, he wants to "come by" later...mostly because of the no phone situation and lack of housing...and money. 6. He wants to come to your house for the following purposes: to use your razor to shave, your shower to bathe and most likely your home for shelter. 7. His "story" leads you to believe he was once rich, handsome and smart. 8. His "friends" and he hang out outside "Stars and Stripes" liquor store drinking 40's, instead of on his "boat" cuz the "owner is cool." 9. Instead of buying you a beer he pulls one out of his shopping cart. 10. He is barefoot.

I GOT THE JOB!

This entry is NOT about what you think it's about! Church kids and their dirty minds! ;) Yesterday on my way to the OC to check some dresses out...one for my sis the bride of course, and one for me and the other bridesmaids, (aka the suckers who have to wear what I deem most flattering on big boobed girls) I got a very important phone call. "Hi this is Sarah (I liked this chick already) calling from "...School"  (about 2 minutes from my house). I have your resume in front of me (who knew, when employers say they'll keep it on file they actually do!) and I have a position open working with 7th graders here at "...." I'm looking to fill the position right away. Please give me a call back." Are you kidding me?! I've been holding out for a job just like this since I came home from traveling! It's a younger staff, incredible school, foot-in-door opportunity, and working with special needs kiddos! I had a few options over the past few m

I watch Sex and the City like it's my job. I've seen every episode and watch it nightly on channel 5 at 11:00pm (sometimes back to back with an episode at 11:30 too! Depending on how wild my week night gets.) I recently noticed Sarah Jessica Parker's character Carrie screams all...the...time. She screams when she's scared, excited or even as a flirting technique! A friend of mine who is the female version of a "BALLER" (classy, well dressed and very popular with the opposite sex) also is a screamer. I noticed it when she was at my house doing nothing beyond the ordinary routine of brushing her teeth. Her and her boo were staying at my place and happened to be brushing at the same time. Because my bathroom lacks in space, they were both in the hallway, facing each other, and mumbling flirtations over mouth fulls of Colgate. Note: In a relationship where you're totally stoked on each other, even teeth brushing can be exciting...and worthy of a little scre

I read in "US weekly" (a very classy gossip magazine that I indulge in from time to time) that when asked what Kathy Griffin's New Years Resolution was for 2009, she answered "To eat more carbs!" Awesome. Although my normal reaction to "New Years Resolutions" is to roll my eyes (I admit to being an eye-roller sometimes) I do think it's important to know what direction we're going in in the next 12 months. In my world, 2009 will be a year of being  Intentional . 2008 was a HUGE, and very long I might add, time for me. After working two jobs (one of which was extremely trying personally and spiritually), traveling through Europe to find I have ALOT going on in my head and my heart that I didn't even know about, then coming home to figure out what to do and how to deal with those things... I am ready for a new year! So this year is about being intentional. Intentional about even the small things. What I do with my time, how I take