Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Beach Bunny

God, how I love the beach.

No, that's not strong enough.


No, too hokey.


Yeah, that'll do.

I can't live without a regular dose of salt air and sand.  I love the beach.  Love, love, love it.

Fortunately, I live about 35 minutes from a beach that looks um... like a beach.  I'd post a freakin' picture, but I can't get it to upload, so phooey.  Kung fu phooey.

Anyway, so I went there, did I, with the littlest one, on Saturday.  I sprayed him with SPF 50 and then rushed to rinse my hands so even my palms could potentially develop deadly skin cancer at some point in the future. 

And I failed to remember that I am currently taking an antibiotic, and one of the side effects is may cause sensitivity to sunlight.  Well.  Poop. 

So, yeah, I happen to have a bit of pinkishness, but let it be known that this is entirely the fault of that stupid medicine, and I still maintain that I NEVER GET A SUNBURN.

Anyway, we went back to the beach yesterday, making two beachy days of fantastic this long weekend and I wouldn't change a THING.

I love the beach.

On another note, for the second time in the last year, I've united my brother with a missing pet due to facebook.  Technically, this time, the pet wasn't missing, he just liked to go visiting.  Regardless, I cannot express how much fun it is to put my brother in contact with someone who claims to have found an animal that we all know belongs to my brother.  Especially since I live 80 miles away from my brother.  I am a miracle worker.

Have a happy Tuesday, all you little beach bunnies.

Friday, May 27, 2011


I likes to sing.  Some Lot.

Today, it is the Friday before a long weekend, and also the Friday as a culmination of a brutally long week.
Not a bad week, mind, but a long week.
A week with audits and the like.  But also cake.

I digress.

I am fried.  I ain't got no brains.  Like a poor defenseless zombie.

There is only one thing to do.  Sing along time at the ol' workplace!  I've cranked up my Pandora broadway channel, and am now marching around singing "There ain't nothin' like a DAMMMMMMMEEE."  How badly do you wish you were here?  I know.  I'm sorry.

The next number to pop up is, inevitably, A Whole New World, from Aladdin.  Yep.  I know every word to that one, too.

One time, at my work, this one guy that was paying to be here (sort of) went potty and sang along in there and we could all hear him.  I'm told - and this part is a rumor - that it was messy to clean up, too.  Weirdo.

I would totally sing along in the work bathroom today.

Oh, heck yes.  Bring on Hakuna Matata.  I still have two hours left before I go home.

Happy weekend, everybody.  No worries.

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Birthday Girl

"Do you know whose birthday is today?"

"Sure, yours."

"Uh, huh.  ALSO John Wayne's."


I know.  Happy Birthday, me!!!

Wednesday, May 25, 2011


Sarah Be My Writer.

I am NOT a writer.

I AM a Bullshitter.  Tee hee.  I want that on a business card.

Today, I've written a press release... a scathing letter from my boss to her bosses (which ended with the obligatory I-love-you-so-much-kiss-kiss) about something they need to get done...  and some other junk.  I've also offered to write a database to track our assets.

Aside:  "assets" makes me laugh.

Aside:  I am WAY sugared up and a little spacey today and it's great.  The doc has me on steroids, too, so, I mean, come on.

Aside:  Assets.  TEE HEE.

Anyway, I can write, though.  And I am a BADASS speller.  If there is a typo or a misspell on here, there is a pretty good chance I meant for it to be here.  I like to make up words.  Not as much as my friend does, but I do like to.

Tomorrow's my birthday.

Have a happy day.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Running Man

Sarah Be My Running Man.

I dig running.


Running sooths my little baby soul that sometimes needs to be taken out for some fresh air.  Running hurts my toes and my ego, but it helps my waistline and my heart. 

I am a terrible runner.  My best time is about a ten minute mile (in a race).  My PR for a 10K is 1:32:47.  That's absurd.

I do not care.

I am currently in training for a half-marathon.  I sincerely hope to finish in under three hours.  In other words, my current marathon pace (if I could run a marathon distance) is 6 hours.  SIX HOURS.

That's not good.

I do not care.

I am working my way through my second pair of legitimate running shoes.  I wear things called "Under Armour" and "Dry Fit."  I have specific socks, just for running.  I LOVE LOVE LOVE running clothes.

I have a watch and an armband for my ipod.

I like to listen to podcasts while I run, particularly Phedippidations.

I read Runner's World (online) and meticulously track my mileage.

I currently own a "shot block."  I haven't eaten it yet.  I am scared.

I've had a cold/strep/bronchitis thing for THREE WEEKS (that's ridiculous.), and that's my excuse for the last few weeks being running nightmares for me right now.  I can barely make it 3 miles without walking.  The times are absurd.  I am anxious to get back in my groove.

In the meantime, this is my foot.  That's my black toe.  I am a runner, and I totally love it.  Black toes and all.  :-)

Wednesday, May 11, 2011


Sarah Be Mye Name.

Sarah Be who I am.

Sarah Be NOT what I am. 

What I am is this:  mom.  sweetheart.  pal.  bestie.  message-taker.  washer.  reader.  sewer.  runner.  talker.  daughter.  Jesus freak.

And a billion other things.

Perhaps I will talk about some of those things here.