Cause She’ll Read this Tomorrow.
2007-03-28 21:43:55
You know how I have a habit of believing that my life is personally intertwined with celebrities I’ve never met?
(ex. Dane Cook incorporating Flamin’ Hot Cheetos into his SNL skit the day after I posted about them, Anna Nicole “expiring” a day after I posted how much I couldn’t stand her, etc.)
Well, this morning, I shed a tear of pride for the amazing Joss Stone. I’ve been a Joss Stone fan since before the world caught on to her, catching a performance of Austin City Limits and trying to figure how in the world that huge voice came out of a 15 year old girl.
While exercising this morning, I had VH1 on and BOOM! that voice made me look up, but instead of the gawky, Janice-Joplin-Before-the-Coke looking teen, there was this GORGEOUS girl with vivid streaks in her hair, and curves that would make Beyonce jealous.
I like it when girls come into their own. It makes me happy.
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Stepford Sarah
2007-03-28 20:37:06
Momma called me yesterday to ask me who made the set of silverware she bought me. I had no idea. Then she asked if I liked my cookware.
YES, I said, I LOVE MY COOKWARE.
I REALLY love it now that I’m cooking.
Can I just say that I’ve had more fun cooking then I ever thought I would? I like playing with food. I mean, I’ve obviously enjoyed the eating part of food, but the making part had always eluded me. Until I realized that I have a good eye for recipes. Why? BECAUSE I LOVE TO EAT. So when I made stirfry the other night, I had an inkling to add a touch of liquid smoke and honey to the recipe. It was fabulous.
My second favorite part of cooking? Eating the leftovers for lunch the next day. This is a money-saving venture in our house; we have made a pact that we will only eat dinner out on weekends, and will cook the other five nights. Lunches are the same way. And I love — LOVE — having a hot, home-cooked meal for lunch ev
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Because I’m a Fan of Any Bullet
2007-03-28 16:09:36
Sarah is FREAKING tired. She doesn’t feel like writing a long, drawn-out post today. She just feels like talking in third person and making a bulletized list. If you don’t like that, she doesn’t care.
Sarah is hosting Book Club tonight. Which means she’s got to scrub the house after work.
Sarah got to be the guinea pig for hair-hell last night. It culminated with her sticking her head under Fantasy’s kitchen sink and scrubbing her head with Dawn.
Sarah is excited about Pinocchio. She has too much fun being onstage with her Best Man.
SARAH’S MOMMA IS COMING HOME TONIGHT!
Sarah is feeling MUCH better about work.
Sarah pulled something in her right shoulder while working out this morning.
Sarah is not fond of the “berry” flavor of Propel.
Sarah is excited about the possibility of a jam session on Sunday.
Sarah is amazed that her top search referral for this site is (unchangingly) “pekid”
Sarah is sending
This Has to be the CUTEST THING EVER.
2007-03-30 20:11:24
This Has to be the CUTEST THING EVER.
Originally uploaded by SarahLena.
I did not take this picture; Delle and/or John snapped it on their trip to the beach over Spring Break. But I wanted to share it for one simple reason:
This child has figured out that heaven is laying on a soft blanket in the air conditioning, staring out at the beach, and shoving your face into a clear lucite bowl of baby food so that you can still see everything going on in front of you as you snarf it down. Because Lord forbid your view of seagull poop be blocked by room-temperature strained peas.
I Just Think It’s Hot(t).
2007-03-30 17:20:25
Oh, and you know how I have a thing for bad guys?
Lex Luthor is, by far, one of the hottest. Especially on Smallville. (Y’all know he’s hotter than Superman. No question. And he’s RICH.)
Click on my Flickr stream above to see what Bryan and I did last night..
Edit: You have to search the stream. And no, it’s not MY hair you’re looking for.
Being a Rolly-Polly Foodie Pays Off.
2007-03-30 16:19:21
Because I have a small window of time where I’m waiting for someone else to finish their work before I can do more of mine, I thought I would share two things with you. One of them is WAY more exciting than the other, but my life is not ALL glamour, you know.
The first thing is that I learned from Zoot that today is Stop Cyberbullying Day. I have mixed feelings about this. As someone who was entrenched in a horrible and childish online “feud” (and GOD, was it stupid), I’m a fan of stopping it. At the same time, I think people cannot be left to their own devices to stop it, and more tools should be made available to ease cyberbullying. “Spam” filters are great about blocking obscene or unwelcome commenters, and I love the IP Block feature afforded by my server host. But the truth of it is.. it becomes an addiction. It takes an immense amount of support and self-restraint to stop. (Or, in some cases, a great bout of Lent.) So I guess th
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, Polly
, Foodie
The Scary, Unfamiliar (and fun) Book Club.
2007-03-29 16:18:30
Today through mid-week next week is looking insane for me, so I need to warn you now that you may have a drought of bowel movement posts, posts about how my hair looks that day, and/or posts that only I think are funny. I apologize in advance; I hope you will forgive me. (Or not, but keep reading regardless. You can read mad. I don’t care.)
Lemme tell you why yesterday was THE BEST DAY EVER:
I was hosting Book Club
last night, and had other errands to run, so I took off early to clean the house. Unbeknownst to me, my hubby had beat me to it. When I arrived home, the house was SPOTLESS. I mean, even I was impressed. So I literally could kick back and watch The People’s Court for an hour.
(Of course, I couldn’t do that. I tried, but instead, I buzzed around the house finding ANYTHING to do.)
The Boy came over for a visit, sporting his new XCalibur t-shirt from his trip to Vegas. The one thing he thought was most awesome? They served chocolate
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Love, by Whirlpool
2007-04-01 06:47:56
My husband is HOTT.
Why? Because he is. He totally bought and installed a dishwasher today.
There is nothing hotter than a man taking care of you, especially when you don’t necessarily need it.
The Pants Were a LITTLE Big..
2007-04-02 20:45:00
The Pants
Were a LITTLE Big..
Originally uploaded by SarahLena.
This just makes me grin. This kid. Whoa, this kid.
He has my heart, that’s for sure.
This One is Waaaay More Interesting.
2007-04-02 19:41:40
Bummer.
I went to The Fresh Market this weekend and bought A TON of produce (I am a produce NUT). My favorite find? Blood oranges. Those are my FAVORITE fruit this time of year. They are so much sweeter, and the color? OHMYGAH. Beautiful.
Katie, I lied to you. TFM does not carry Laughing Cow. (Or perhaps they do, but it is not in the cheese section.)
But I also picked up a thing of dry-roasted edamame. (A personal fave of mine.) I’ve been craving uber-spicy stuff, so I thought I’d try the Wasabe flavored. Wasabe is spicy, right? No. Wasabe tastes (get this!) like wasabe. Which I hate. I hate wasabe so much that I cannot even force myself to eat these.
I will bring them to sushi this Thursday.
This Monday is a quiet one, so I just got back from a 30 minute stroll around our campus. It was fabulous. My calves hurt.
Oooh, but back to spicy stuff, I picked up some pretzel chips from Costco that were buffalo wing flavored. Now THOSE w
Really Very Dull.
2007-04-02 15:59:32
My weekend. Well, it was nuts. Nuts in a good way, but nuts nonetheless.
First and foremost, let me once again loudly proclaim how much I adore my husband, who purchased and installed a dishwasher on Saturday. If you’ve never installed a dishwasher, DON’T. Instead, pay Bryan to come do it for you. It took him awhile to get everything hooked up, but guess what I fell asleep to last night? That’s right: the sound of the dishwasher.
It was also a weekend with The Boy, and it was his opening day of baseball. (You can see pictures at Flickr.) It’s so very odd to look at him and realize that he’s been doing this for THREE YEARS now. Isn’t that insane? I haven’t stuck to a make-up brand for three years, and he’s already committed. His favorite part of opening festivities? The moon bounce. (He is still 6, after all.)
Ooh, and the dishwasher brought another present that I didn’t consider. It came in a really big b
When Did I Get So Boring?!
2007-04-03 15:40:32
Today is just one of those boogers that makes me look at my calendar and groan. I mean, I love being busy. But damn.
I’m wearing new shoes today. They are super-cute, but the heel is higher than I bargained for (it’s over 3”). I’m just going to try not to walk, if I can help it.
I put new sheets on the bed last night. I slept SOOOOO good.
Well? Well. I slept well.
I spent a good two hours in Books-a-Million last night. I get myself in trouble in there; I see eighty-thousand books that I want to read. I picked up some health books and a Jodi Picoult that will be MY Book Club book this month, since I’m boycotting To Kill a Mockingbird. I have nothing against the book, other than I’ve already read it, and I want something I can cry over. Jodi will give me that.
My hair looks crappy today. (I can now mark that off the list of things to update you on.)
Well, my work has arrived, so I’m off. I need some serious caf
Sarah, the Wonder-Slug
2007-04-05 16:25:02
You know how Sarah
is normally uber-organized, and on-time means “late” to her? You know how Sarah keeps everything in line most of the time?
Sarah has been SUCKING lately.
Yesterday, I got home from work and the weather was GORGEOUS. I opened some windows, did a quick run-thru of what I was fixing for dinner, and thought, “I can lay down for a minute before Bryan and The Boy get here.”
AN HOUR AND A HALF LATER, I woke up because of a cat. I ONLY woke up because of a cat. And I wandered around the house, trying to shake the sleep off (I honestly believe I could’ve slept through the night), and I was overcome with the guilt that Bryan was cooking. I glanced at the clock (5:45) and thought, “Man, the day has gotten away from me.”
Followed by the: Oh, shit, I was supposed to go record a radio spot. AT FIVE O’CLOCK. SHITSHITSHIT.
So I ran out on my husband who was cooking dinner, and hauled ass to the station, where I
Cause She’ll Read This Tomorrow.
2007-04-04 16:54:45
Oh, Mother Nature, how thou doth torture me!
Do you know what the low tonight is going to be? Wait, before I answer that, let me just remind all of my non-local readers that the HIGHS last week were almost 90 degrees. It wasn’t even cool enough to just open the windows at night. Oh no, we had LOWS in the 70s.
And the low tonight? 34.
HOW IN THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DRESS MYSELF LIKE THIS? I have put all of my heavy stuff away, man! It’s all gone! I have nothing but sleeveless tops and capris out! And now you mention the word FROST?! WHY?!
It would even be tolerable if I worked hours like a banker. But I’m out the door AROUND sunrise, thusly requiring warm attire, and then I get off work in the heat of the day. Al Gore, you have won my heart.
And what am I supposed to do with my a/c? Heat at night and then a/c during the day? Do you know what that will do to my Utility Bill?
Mother Nature, I implore you: give us highs in the up
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401 K(etchup)
2007-04-06 18:14:46
Okay, I know I’ve been boring lately. I can’t help it. You’ve READ how incredibly busy I am and how much I suck at being busy lately, so it’s all I can do to stand upright most days. But because I know you’re tired of living in a drought of Sarah’s bitchiness, I give you this:
Bryan and I stopped at Sonic before rehearsal/lobby shots on Tuesday night. We hoped it would be a quick stop, since we had been asked to arrive early. However, as the Bob Wallace Sonic is always prone to be, it was a L-O-O-O-N-G stop.
We even ordered easy food.
However, after about a fifteen minute wait (FOR A BURGER), the carhop comes over. I’m in the driver’s seat; I smile happily and dismiss the fact that our wait was unacceptable, because our food is within my reach. If need be, I could knock her over and steal away with our tot goodness.
We exchange money, and she hands me my change, and then the food is transfered over. I toss the bag
My Love for Milton.
2007-04-06 15:54:08
You know what I love about the people I work with?
The fact that they’re engineers.
Now, I gripe about engineers a lot (A LOT), but in reality, they’re so incredibly predictable and good-hearted that I don’t know that I could work in any other industry. And you can hate me, but it’s true: it’s like working with four-year old children.
They FREAK OUT if our supplier sends the wrong kind of pens. And if the printer jams, some of them run in circles crying while others will pull out a McGuyver-type kit of chewing gum and paper-clips and will begin surgery. (The difference is the computer engineer versus the electrical engineer.) And they never, EVER wear clothes that match.
But that’s kinda what endears them to me.
What brought all of this up was the supposed “birthday” yesterday. Although it turned out to not be anyone’s birthday, there were treats in the office. And they all turned five. They laughed, they smile
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A Wish.
2007-04-08 03:28:14
I know it sounds silly, but here is a dream of mine to accomplish before I die:
Because of the EPA’s regulations of cubic-water-per-foot in the 90s, most toilets don’t adequately flush. (And, admittedly, I speak only from the perspective of my own house. But we have discussed this and agreed.) Every time that a “big-boy sit-down” is called for, it is followed by a mercy flush. A mercy flush is a flush simply to clean out the bowl and rid it of all of the .. stuff.. that wasn’t gotten in the first flush.
I’ve shared that with you to tell you this: there is a new toilet that I saw in Home Depot that I want before I die.
There is a toilet out there that has a “half flush”. Meaning, you can do one major flush (the primary flush, if you will), and then you do a half flush (a finishing flush). This has many environmental benefits (not filling up to tanks, for instance), but think of how much time daily I could save.
::sigh:: I h
Sarah’s Adventures in Stairs and Ramps
2007-04-09 23:53:14
Well, all, the American Justice system still works. I guess.
My morning was glorious in that I didn’t even wake up until 7:15, a time I’m normally at work. Can you imagine? It was like a vacation. And where I was heading, I could’ve walked to (in warmer weather). I could get used to working down the street from my house. How does one go about working downtown?
So then, my morning went all sorts of crappy. And a lesser person might keep it from you, but oh no, OVERSHARE is my middle name.
I head toward the courthouse. I’ve visited the courthouse before. I got married there. No biggie. I note that the address on my juror form is on Holmes. Okay, I figure, it’s on the Holmes side of the square.
Except, I learned quickly, Holmes is not part of the square. At all. So I loop around on Holmes, having made it to the scary part of Holmes, and realize that there are two courthouses downtown: local and federal. I am to report t
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, Adventures
, Stairs
Before I Hit the Jury Pool
2007-04-09 04:39:40
I hope everyone had the same amazing Easter that I did.
We took a two hour nap today, the fabulous kind of nap where you get all hot and sweaty cause you sleep so deeply. Bryan thought when I said, “Let’s take a nap” that I meant, “Let’s snuggle on the couch.“ He realized how serious I was when I was stripped down and in bed before he could finish his “Okay, sure!”
Then my man mowed the lawn, which is fabulous. It looks great. We were both angry this week because our neighbor mowed their lawn first, which (by default) makes OURS look overgrown and badly kept. WE WILL WIN THE NEXT ROUND, NEIGHBOR.
We overate this morning with my ‘rents at the Marriott’s Easter Buffet, and around 6, we were hungry again.
I know; it’s riveting. But we so needed a lazy weekend. Especially when I look at my calendar for April. Whew.
Next week, I tackle jury duty. Hooray for civic responsibilities. But, I will b
A Night of So-So Improv
2007-04-10 21:10:19
So last night, I sat down to the premier of NBC’s Thank God You’re Here, a show loosely based in improv. I was excited to see this show since, after all, I am the best improv-er in the face of what we now refer to as the improv. (Yes, you can say it with a french accent.) And while I knew that I would not be impressed by anyone on the show, I figured it would make for some worthwhile entertainment while I plugged away on my other site.
There are some highlights to the show: namely, Dave Foley is the judge. This far surpasses Whose Line is It, Anyway?, which I grew up on, and is hosted here in America by the talentless hack Drew Carey. The most painful part of that show is when the winner is “allowed” to do a scene with Drew. It almost always promises to be excruciating. Dave Foley is, on the other hand, a comedian who has cut his chops in sketch and improv comedy. I trust Dave.
David Allen Grier is the host, and really, all I can say about that
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When Good Animals Go Bad
2007-04-10 17:03:09
I have no idea what has happened in my house, but all of a sudden, all of my animals have lost their damn minds.
It started yesterday morning, when Charlie viciously attacked Mabel over breakfast. I couldn’t separate them. There is no sound worse than a dog being attacked, none. Finally, I pulled them apart and consoled Mabel while I locked Charlie inside. Charlie, however, showed no sign of remorse when I went back inside. He’s usually smarter than that. So I berated him around the house until he finally tucked his tail and slicked his ears back.
I AM THE ALPHA DOG, DAMNIT.
All day long, they snipped at eachother yesterday. And while they normally will play-fight quite a bit (especially when there’s something really good and quiet on tv), yesterday, there was no play about it. They were just all-around ornery.
The cats even got into it.
WHAT IN THE HELL IS HAPPENING IN MY HOUSE?
(so, it might be all of that Easter candy they got into on Su
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DON’T FORGET (like I did)
2007-04-12 19:43:21
The most important thing that I could’ve managed to forget in the past few days is that WHEN you call to reserve your tickets for Pinocchio, you MUST tell them that Sarah Brown sent you.
We are having a contest. You know I have to win.
I’m here, I’m here.
2007-04-12 18:24:15
I know; you’re probably freaking out. Where in the hell is Sarah? Is she alive? Why is she so damn quiet?
Because, my dear readers, Sarah is buried under a mountain of PowerPoint slides. We are playing a furious game of catch-up around here. It’s a game that I HATE. I’m the Virgo who is there early, prepared, and ready to go. I’m the first one off-book. I like being in control. “Catch-up” is not in control.
And I am so freakin’ tired. We’ve had rehearsal every night thus far, and I never really realized how I can’t not be 95% when I’m onstage. Even if I’m exhausted and my body is saying, “Hey, just mark this one,” I can’t once I hit stage. It’s a sickness.
Like the time in The Women when I managed through a three-hour rehearsal only to go the ER right afterwards. Turns out, I wasn’t convincing anyone I wasn’t ill; Harry later said, “Well, you were
Random and Not Much Sunnier
2007-04-11 21:42:09
Alright. Rainbows and puppy dogs. Let’s see.
Well, my morning was crappy. An event I was supporting got canceled. Basically, the guy we were presenting to got mad, threw a temper tantrum, and stormed out. So, as you can imagine, morale around here is lovely.
The upshot was that we didn’t have enough time to cancel the caterer. So we all got a free catered lunch.
We’re under a tornado watch, which is pretty parallel to my mood.
I get my hair cut this afternoon. I’m pretty stoked about that.
Reminder: tickets for Pinocchio are on-sale now and going fast. We’re running April 20-22 and again on Panoply weekend, April 27-29. Tickets are $10 a piece and available at 539-6829. It’s a cute show, and of course, that Cricket is hot.
Know what I love? Dark Chocolate Cinnamon Altoids.
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Shh. Let Her Stew.
2007-04-11 17:25:12
My reticence today is due to my incredibly shitty mood.
I’ll try and dig up some rainbows and puppy dog tails later, but for now, I am content to be Grumpy Bear.
2007-04-14 14:44:58
Well, it’s a Saturday morning. Sarah’s at work. Has been for an hour. Remember that meeting I mentioned earlier in the week that got canceled? I used the wrong terminology. It got postponed. So here I am. Chart wizard, that Sarah.
I’m not stressing about it, because this lessens my load during tech week. I can burn this overtime off through the week. Something tells me I’ll need it.
Our set is moving in today. I hear it’s huge. I’m excited. Karl always builds the most amazing sets. And there is no one else in Huntsville I feel safer with as a tech director.
Tomorrow we shoot pics for the GO! section of The Huntsville Times. I’m excited to see my outfit come together. And to see Foxy in all of his glory.
I am really feeling “off” today. I ran a slight fever for most of last night and it’s been coming and going all day. Just enough to give me serious chills and make me tired. Blech.
Substitution
2007-04-13 22:27:21
This post takes the place of another post, which I’ve been told is too personal and intrusive into my personal life.
Instead, I shall recall this conversation from last night, which is far more general and far less intrusive.
Bryan: I love you.
Me: I love you.
Bryan: I’m sorry I farted.
Me: Which time?
Bryan: Yes.
Back to Work, Girl
2007-04-13 17:52:12
I have a moment, a rare moment, in which I thought I would write a post.
I have begun the training within my group to make them all think like Italians. We had some birthdays fall over the weekend, so today, there are so many goodies around that I had to clear off THREE cabinets. There is food everywhere. It’s fabulous. (But I don’t want any of it, in truth.)
Okay, and my favorite part is this: there are goodies of all size, shape, and texture over there.. and some poor, wayward soul brought a big ole thing of fruit. I heard the managers laughing about it, and the guy who brought it said, “It’s ornamental.“ AWESOME.
I’m totally breaking into it in a little bit, though.
I got felt up by a fox in rehearsal last night. Bryan was snippy and I was cold. I think we’re all a bit overwhelmed at this point. If it were JUST a tech week, that would be one thing. But we’re juggling so many things (cause we’re STUPID) t
Katie Had me Nailed.
2007-04-17 18:52:45
It started when I got my nails done mid-March. Tony, my nail guy, told me. I didn’t believe him. He is, after all, JUST my nail guy. And Tony is not his real name. How would he be able to tell? But he got me spooked just enough, so I looked into it.
And there was nothing new to report.
We went to Chattanooga, where we ate lots of good food and walked thousands of miles. We came home. Everything was normal.
But by April Fool’s Day, Tony had me convinced. I waited till Bryan left town, and then.. I peed on a stick. OHMYGOD. So, of course, I peed on another one. OHMYGOD. Well, might as well have an odd number to prove it.. OHMYGOD. So it was official.
Bryan and I are pregnant.
Which is A LOT of why I’ve been so quiet the last few weeks; everything I have to say is usually preempted by “I feel like crap today” or “I am so damn tired” or “I HATE FOOD!”, and one of those would make you all worried b
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, Nailed
Driving to Work Before Dawn
2007-04-17 13:56:12
Sarah is, ONCE AGAIN, at work by 6:15. There is nothing more cruel than asking the girl in tech week to be at work (not once, but twice) a full hour earlier than her normal start time. Oh, and one of those days was a Saturday.
There is a light at the end of the tunnel, though: I get to leave today at the conclusion of a one o’clock meeting, and I’m taking tomorrow off. (HOORAY!)
Let me just sing the praises of a Mr. Karl King, who has not only built a fantabulous set, but has kept our tech nights mercifully short with his amazing crew. We have run the show twice (and it’s only been two nights in the theatre), and we’re doing really well. I can’t wait to get this one opened.
And (get this!) I have not killed a single child. Not a one. I think I deserve some sort of peace prize for that. Although the run is not yet done, and we haven’t yet had the day where we have the seven a.m. call. That might be the day one dies.
I’m a
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