Monday, January 31, 2011

I Was On A Vacation High...

As I sit here enjoying my because I had a free sweet or pastry my Panera reward, Mint Krinkle cookie, the question arises: is that on my mini marathon diet? Eh. Not exactly, but if you know me and the way I eat, I consider it to be. I'll call it my reward for running 15 miles in three days. At this rate, I should finish the actual race by Derby Day.
     So Sara, how is the training going? Pretty well aside from the fact that I don't know how the 400 pound Biggest Loser contestants run on a speed that I will probably never see in my treadmill life. If I was determined to run on the elephant in the room, the treadmill, I had to make this dreaded activity somewhat pleasurable. Most runners like to listen to their iPod; Me? Why not relive the Mer/Der story line from the beginning? And because I have worked out virtually every day, I have fallen in love all over again. And as a wise runner in mi familia once told me, there's no Grey's Anatomy out on the actual race course.
     With the exception of the throbbing leg cramps, there are some upsides to my never ending training. Perk number one: Creating my own diet. For example: Thursday's meal plan (According to Sara): Breakfast: 90 Calorie Granola Bar. Lunch: Fries. Afternoon Snack: Mint Milanos. Dinner: Hummus with pita's, a back 40 salad and a lamb and beef gyro. Before you start telling me that this is not healthy at all, let me say I did run/walk 4.2 miles that afternoon. Perk number two: experiencing the rainbow of Gatorade flavors. I'm sure you recall me blogging about my copious amounts of 18 Gatorades when I fall sick. Sadly, those were gone within a matter of days. When K Roger has them on sale, I make sure to stock up, and can usually make them last up to a year. Have no fear, the inventory has been restocked. Perk number three: Dressing like a real athlete out in public. Before enjoying a leisurely pre- five mile run Sunday morning breakfast, I would dress for the day in what would normally be jeans and one of my favorite sweatshirts, but knowing that I would be enduring a five mile run, I would need to dress appropriately. So I was off to breakfast dressed in UnderArmor leggings, the usual pair of soffees, underarmor shirt, and a tank top. What about shoes? Just hold your horses. And finally, perk number four: Picking out your custom shoes. Enjoying my new favorite hummus in town, but I'm not revealing where, because I like to keep some things special, the subject of forming blisters on my toes had arisen. (Sorry but it's true) Since you've kept this up and are going through with this ordeal, we'll go and get you fitted for proper running shoes. Off I went to get fit for what would be my first official pair of running shoes. One would think that it would take 10-15 minutes to find shoes. Wrongo. Oh no. This place has a treadmill with a video camera where they actually look at your running posture and then start bringing out shoes that may work. I went on to tell them that I had flat feet. "Why do you think that?" "Because they run in my family."Apparently I've been telling lies. I don't have flat feet. I just have falling arches. Well if I have falling arches, then I need the proper support, and sweat free socks. 45 minutes later, I walked out with about the cutest pair of pink running shoes one will find in the mini marathon. As much fun as I had with my strawberry and blueberry juice stained tennis shoes, it was time to say sinara and hola to a new phase in my tennis shoe life.
     After my historic five mile run Sunday afternoon, it was time for my post run siesta. And apparently during that siesta, mom thought it would be funny to be the in house paparazzi and take pictures of me curled up in a ball on the couch sleeping. "Oh Sara, you should post those. I think it'd be cute." You know what I say to that? REAL. FUNNY.
     This is one winter/spring that I will not forget. I'll be able to tell my chillen's that I was the first in the family to run the mini. But you know what I will forget? The loss of sleep to train for this yea, I was on a vacation high, what was I thinking decision, I think I'll prove to myself that I can do this race.


Sunday, January 23, 2011

The Golden Post...

Wait. What? I've already blogged 49 fabulous posts before this one?! Yeesh. Time flies when I blog. It seems just like yesterday that I wrote my first post on that hot, humid, August 2010 night. I have truly enjoyed blogging the latest in Hollywood, and more recently the ridiculous and halarious happenings of my so called life. I promise that I will make an effort to blog more about the shenanigans of Hollywood, but with Lilo's drug tests coming back clean, there's little excitement out there. As for me, I do have some excitement of my own.
     It all began on one of those picture perfect July Michigan afternoons. The family had gone home to begin the work week, while the wonderful people at Shenanigan Headquarters allowed me to take another week off which gave me a much needed two week vacation to the shores of Lake Michigan. I could go on and on and on about the bajillion things I love about the great state of Michigan. The family, falling asleep to the waves of the great lakes, the smell of the michigan air, and the short walk between the house we occupy the two weeks and my aunt and uncles house. From where we stay to their house it is a mere 1/4  mile walk down the sandy shores. Making a round trip one half mile.
     I had put an idea into my head, but I wasn't ready to share it quite yet. I had to walk the full mile walk a few more times before I officially decided to pursue this so called idea. Each time I did the walk, my idea became easier and easier. It was that final mile that officially made me decide to announce what I was doing. The suspense is killing you isn't it?
     I can remember the outfit of khaki shorts and a t-shirt when I waddled into the refreshing calm waves of Lake Michigan and began what seemed to be a great idea at the time conversation with my mother and grandmother. "What would you say..." I could still back out now and decide not to do it. But if I completed my sentence, there was no backing out now. "If I ran the mini marathon?" Silence. Bahahahahahahaha. "When is it?" Now mind you this was July 2010. "April 30th." "I'm not trying to be mean, but Sara you can't run." Thank you Captain Obvious. Clearly aware of that. "I know, but this is something that I've kinda been wanting to do. And I think it could be kind of fun." "You know that I will support you in whatever you do, and I will be at that finish line."
     In case you didn't understand/believe what I just typed, I'm running the Mini Marathon of 13.1 miles on April 30th.
     Knowing that this conversation was not to be shared outside the shores of Lake Michigan, it was Operation Sara Keep Walking That Mile Everyday To Build Up My Stamina Before The REAL Training Began: a.k.a pre pre training for this historic race.  I would continue to walk the mile each day I was there. And as I told myself, it's only 26 trips back and forth. It didn't seem all that bad.
     Vacation had come to an end and I was headed back to reality to a land where beaches didn't exist and if I really wanted to go through with my plan, I would be faced with becoming one with the last time I got on it, was January 2009 treadmill. Along with becoming one with my so called new friend, I would need to part with my hard earned $50.00 to register for the in some years it has been sold out with over 30,000 people running this race. "Are you sure you want to register? Click Yes or no?" "Congratulations! You have officially registered for  2011 KDF Mini Marathon." Excellent. No turning back now.
     And as of this post: 96 Days, 10 Hours, and 38 Minutes until I achieve running greatness.


Friday, January 21, 2011

Coldplay Doesn't Help...

According to extensive research, it has been found that the band Coldplay is the number one band that has the music that can put people to sleep. I can see why; Chris Martin and company has the perfect mixture of voices and instruments that can soothe over a restless mind. Me on the other hand? I prefer falling asleep to the laughter of Late Night With Jimmy Fallon. I realize that while this show does come on way past my bedtime, sometimes it pays to have that oh it won't hurt to have a I have a headache at 9:00 at night so maybe a small dose of caffeine won't hurt. I quickly learned my lesson.
     As seen on Jimmy Fallon's twitter (yes, I gave in and joined the Twitterverse) @TheRealDonald was going to be on Late Night With Jimmy Fallon to make some big announcement. Was this THE announcement that he would tell the world he was putting his name in for consideration to run on the Republican ticket for President in 2012? If so, this was something I would have to witness for myself. I saw the ex Govenator announce on Leno that he was running for Governor of California, but to see the Donald say he was running for President on TV? I was certainly staying up for this.
     Taking a short 15 minute nap through Jimmy's monologue, and the obligatory sitting at his desk and laughing for another five minutes, I was gearing up for this historic announcement. The eyes were starting to become droopy. I can do this, I can do this, I... can... do... this...
     And finally The Donald himself had arrived. Toupee and all. It had come time for the big news. Here it is. Just announce your candidacy and let the poor girl go to bed. He was making a big announcement all right. Just not that announcement.
     I'll put you out of misery and let you know that after preparing myself for a historic announcement of Presidency, he would be giving Jimmy Fallon the exclusive first look at the latest celebrities for the newest installment of Celebrity Apprentice. Donald, Donald, Donald. You made me wait for this? Well okay, maybe I became excited for hearing 16 new names for the show, but you got me all excited at 1:00 when I had to be up for school in less than six hours? You should know better.
    While I've blabbed long enough, it's only fair that I put you out of suspense and give you the rundown of the Celebrity Apprentice. Appearing in no particular order here they are.
     Hope Dworacyzk, Star Jones, LaToya Jackson, Gary Busey, Meatloaf, Dionne Warwick, Mark McGrath, Lisa Rinna, Niki Taylor, Marlee Matlin, David Cassidy, NeNe Leakes, Jose Canseco, Richard Hatch, Lil Jon, and last but not least who I think will win the entire season, John Rich.
     You want my opinion on these stars don't you? I've never heard of Hope Dworacyzk. Star Jones, is well Star Jones. LaToya Jackson has my sympathy vote. Gary Busey? Wasn't he in Grease? What songs does Meat Loaf sing? Dionne Warwick, I'll say a little prayer for you while you have Ne Ne on your team. Mark McGrath, you've hit rock bottom. Lisa Rinna, whatever.  Niki Taylor, I heard has a tat. And Donald hates tats. Marlee Matlin, you go girlfriannnnd. David Cassidy? Who? Ne Ne. Enough said. Jose Canseco. Could care less about you or baseball. Richard Hatch? I guess you needed money to pay back those taxes. Lil Jon. Yeah. John Rich? GENIUS.
     And Donald, please let me know when you are going to make that announcement so I can plan accordingly and not pull another all nighter. A girl does need her beauty sleep.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

The Snow Fox...

Mother nature must have hated me when I was in high school, because I never had this many snow days. So maybe I had one or two here and there, but I never got to experience the snow days like others are having. Current snow day count? Five. Snow days built in to the school calendar? Two. People, people, people, if we live in the Ohio Valley with bipolar weather, our school system should know better than to build in just two days. I present to you the marathon of Sara's Excellent Snow Adventures of Taking Pictures of Inanimate Objects 2011.

I Spy... A White Dog. Ready? Go. 

The Twilight Saga: Snow Day 

58 Days And Counting. 


Saturday, January 15, 2011

'Tis The Season...

Fa ra ra ra ra. Aren't the holidays over? Sadly yes, but we do have Valentines Day, St Patricks Day, Easter and DERBY to look forward to. And why I did enjoy my crazy, busy, fun holiday break, there is another season that has kicked off. AWARDS SEASON! And I'm sure this is one thing that goes one ear and out the other, but for me being a hollywood know it all (yes I did just call myself a know it all) this is one season that I care about.
     Well Sara, if you don't have the attention span to sit and watch movies, then why do you care to sit and watch a three hour show to watch a bunch of people sitting around eating dinner and waiting for their names to be called on stage and give sappy thank you speeches?
     As these reasons are not in any order, my first reason is because it is live television. We're talking live television here. Okay so maybe it's three second delayed live television (Thanks Janet) but still, you never know what can happen with live television. The thing I love about it is, it keeps you on your toes. It makes the viewers actually tune in, and not watch the end for all the big awards. Remember the VMA's Kanye West Moment? And who can forget the countless number of Paula Abdul American Idol Drunken Moments?
     Go ahead and laugh at what I'm getting ready to admit. Yes I do love those sappy acceptance speeches. Okay, so maybe I'm not a fan of the acceptance speech given to the winner of the best makeup in a major motion picture, because really, who cares about that? Yea yea yea, you did a great job painting a face on someone that I'm sure took three hours coughcoughAVATARcoughcough, but I like the big award speeches. Who can forget the every time I watch it, the speech still gives me goosebumps for Best Actress Sandra Bullock for her portrayal as LeAnn Tueoy in The Blindside. In case you forgot what she said in her tear jerking speech, here ya go. This is just an excerpt. If you want to read the rest google it. "She said to be an artist, you had to practice every day, and for reminding her daughters that there’s no race, no religion, no class system, no color, nothing, no sexual orientation that makes us better than anyone else. We are all deserving of love." 
     I've saved the best two reasons for last. My second to last favorite part of it is the hours upon hours upon hours of Red Carpet Coverage. There is something about it that makes me giggle like a fifth grade girl when I see the advertisements of the coverage. If you care to know what is my favorite red carpet, I must say it has to be the Oscars. Why you ask? Because it starts at noon. And continues until 7:59 when the show starts at 8:00. Yes. Eight solid hours of non stop celebrities in their Sunday best. Oh and who can forget the masters of all Red Carpet Ceremonies? The one, the only, Ryan Seacrest. 
     And who can forget the FASHION. There is no doubt that this has to be my favorite part of awards season. I think it's the reason I watch eight solid hours of Red Carpet coverage. And don't think I judge every single dress that goes down each carpet; because I do. From the ugly, ugly, ugly, to the oh em gee, I do love me some awards season. 
     Care to follow my obsession of awards season? I have conveniently attached a handy dandy schedule for you: January 16th: 68th Annual Golden Globes (NBC). January 25th: Academy Awards Nominations January 30th: Screen Actor Guild Awards (TNT). February 13th: British Academy Film Awards (BAFTA) February 13th: Grammy Awards (CBS)  February 26th Razzie Awards. February 27th: The 83rd Annual Academy Awards (ABC). 
Wedding Dress.


Wednesday, January 12, 2011

She's Somebody's Hero...

"If at first you don't succeed, do it like your mother told you." Author Unknown. I'd really like to know who said this because they couldn't have said it better. Coming home from school from a windy, chilly, ugly, high of a sweltering 27 degrees ohio valley day in just a sweatshirt, short sleeved t-shirt underneath, jeans and wallabees, she questioned me in that motherly advice tone: "Aren't you freezing? Where's your coat? Your gloves?" She asked, so I gave her my honest answer; "Well I didn't think it was going to be that cold. And it's really not. It's just the wind in the face is what gets you. And you know how I feel about coats; they're uncomfortable to drive in, they're bulky, and when you take it off, I have carry that thing around. My gloves? I just forgot them." Whoops. So in honor of this conversation this very day, it is only appropriate that I take this time and blog some of the lessons I have learned from my hero; My mother.
     No matter what I do, I know she'll always be there. Sign up for classes when you're supposed to. Sick? Push fluids. Be sure to eat your protein. Socks will keep your body warm. Emotions will eat you up if you don't release them. Life doesn't have to be hard. Things will work out the way they are supposed to be. You can't be trusted in white shirts. Worrying will get you no where.Don't be afraid to ask for help. Don't mix solid whites in with darks. Sometimes all you need is a hug.
      I know that this is only a small list of lessons learned from this never ending wise woman, but the fact that I can not name all of the lessons she has taught me, I consider that a complement.
     Thank you for always keeping the snack drawer filled, spending hours upon hours listening to my pointless rants, helping me solve life's problems, allowing me to be a kid for one more day, and continuing to love me no matter how many times I may get on your nerves. :)
    In the words of the great Jimmy Buffet, "Lord have mercy, I'm a piece of work."


Friday, January 7, 2011

Commemorative Cork Catching...

Keeping New Year Resolutions can be described in one word. Successful. FAIL. We all like to talk a really good story and come up with all these, this year is the year of ME; it's time to get my life in order, my life is going to be great resolutions. According to research, 92 percent of us will fail at  keeping our resolutions, and 45 percent of the 92 will fail in January. And the other eight percent? Just call us over achievers. Because we believe in ourselves. And for once, I can be labeled as an over achiever because this year I am sticking to my resolutions; All year long. Thank you very much. I am not going to share all of them. You'll just have to wait, it'll keep you on your toes. But, because you are a dedicated follower and all, I will share one.
     Loose weight? So 2009. Get organized? Already am. Get to bed earlier? Working on it. Treat myself to something once a month? So 2011.
     Included in the lyrics of his hit song "Two Step (Folsom Field)" Dave Matthews sang, "Celebrate we will, cause life is short but sweet for certain." After living a life of always saving money and only dishing out dead presidents because I had to (car insurance, gas, textbooks) I have decided that this will be the year of me and starting January 1, 2011, I will treat myself to something once a month. Warning: Corny Sara moment. Life is too short to be a tight wad. January's treat? Pre-ordering gLee Season 2: Volume 1 on DVD. Yes, go ahead and call me a  gLeek. Treating myself is something that I will be
looking forward to all year long. I do have a couple of treats in mind, but I can't release those quite yet.          
     If I treated myself to Panera that is within walking distance from casa de Sara for 12 months straight it would get old. And I can't drink 32 ounce Speedy ICEE's all year because those are only meant for summer. So this is where you (yes you) come in. If you have any idea's just that are brewing in your head here are the ways to get a hold of me: Post comments. Facebook. Email. Call /Text. iChat. Skype. Snail mail. If you send an idea, you can guarantee I will probably take your suggestion.


Saturday, January 1, 2011

Return Of The Green Goo... Part Deux...

When we last checked in with Sara, she was headed off to the hostess with the mostess's house for an exciting and I mean exciting second round of Christmas. I didn't need anything else for Christmas. I just wanted my family to behave for the special Christmas guests. Please, just three hours of good behavior is all I asked for.
     And since your's truly could walk, look who got stuck with being elf again?! I'm not complaining that I was elf for the 20th year in a row, I'm just saying that I can not wait when I do not become the youngest so instead of serving, I can be served for once. Dishing out round one of presents, it was time to open. "No no, Sara, you don't want that one first." Okay, I'll get this one instead. Dot to dot books for the win. And these are not the type of dot to dot books that are easy for young chillens. We're talking starting with number one and ending with 250. These books will keep me entertained for hours. Not kidding. 
     After everyone had opened their presents, there I sat with one rather large shaped box with wrapping paper that donned ornaments and a big silver bow. "Sara, that's good paper so save it. I'll get you a knife so you can cut it neatly." After a morning of controlled unwrapping choas, I'm excpected to neatly unwrap this paper? You crazy. I guess it's one of the responsibilties that come with my family. A blue box. We all know I'm not a fan of jewlery, so it couldn't be from Tiffany and Co. But as the saying goes, "never trust the box." Schew. It wasn't from Tiffanys. A blue box with Easter Grass. I saw a tiny speck of a square grey device. Shut. Up. No. Way. If I do remember quoting in"You'll Shoot Your Eye Out" that I wanted to reduce the price of their Kindle. I couldn't wait until January 4th for it to go on sale. Yessssss sirrr. I got a KINDLE for Christmas. Apparently my family can pull off one believable lie. And I can believe it. "We had to unwrap it so I could register it and then degregister it, but I have all the paperwork for you to put it in your name." It's a good thing I had a wish list of books on that could be delievered to my hot little hand in less than 60 seconds. And the present I wanted to open first? Oh yes. A gift certificate from Amazon for books. I was in heaven. By this time, I didn't care if my family behaved or not.  I had gotten my wish. My Kindle.
     For as long as I can remember, the doors to the dining room had always been opened, but this year they had been closed. Was there another present behind the doors? No really you shouldn't have. "Dinner is served." Yikes.  The doors had opened we had walked into the most gorgeous table setting I have ever seen. The hostess with the mostess had hit it out of the ball park. There is always a color theme for the table and because we had special guests, she pulled out all the stops and chosen Blue Christmas. Everything from the Tiffany Blue tablecloth to the Snowflake encrusted place cards, (yes place cards for a table of 10) and  the ultimate poppers filled with a wine opener and a pink paper crown, it was time for the return of the green goo. No first people giving this time. The first course filled with green goo and oytsers went off without a hitch. So far so good.
    For the dedicated readers who read First People Giving, remember reading about the almost but failed eating of the turkey leg by a four legged friend. There's really no other way to put this. The furry friend who shall rename nameless succeeded with the eating of the leg. This may be new information to some people, but I thought it would be best if this information came out AFTER the meal. Added bonus? We have full documentation/pictures.
     No one else was getting in line for lunch so I braved the crowds and filled the plate with turkey, turkey skin, potatoes, gravy, normal stuffing WITHOUT oysters, aspargus, and since she was sick so will you please make them at Easter but sister shubert rolls are pretty good subsitute rolls. The table was pretty quiet which meant that everyone seemed to be enjoying their meal. Doged another bullet.
      Christmas 2010 has come and gone without a hitch. And now we wait until the next holiday. Easter is just a mere 112 days away.