Wednesday, August 31, 2011

We Were Out Of Postage Stamps...

CAUTION: This post is long, so be prepared.
     I know I've mentioned my trip to Florida in previous blogs, and promised that I would blog about it soon. Well, that soon turned into later, and after recently telling the story to a couple of people, the idea's finally started flowing, and it's only fair that I blog about it.
     As a part of Dad's work schedule, there were two weeks in June that allowed him time off. Included in those two weeks? Father's day. He pulled this stunt last year, and I was okay with not spending Father's Day with him, but two years in a row? Eh. Not so much. "Well Sara, you could just skip class and come with us." First off, I don't skip class, and second of all, I don't feel comfortable missing two weeks of work, when I'll turn around a month later only to miss two more weeks of work. Those magical words gave me the idea of a lifetime.
     Dad already had enough ties, he didn't need another UL t-shirt, and finding a book he liked is not my forte.  But what didn't he have that I knew he would really want? Me. Go ahead. Read on.
     If I was going to pull off the present of a lifetime, I had to do three things; figure out which two weeks they were going, find out what flight they were returning on and inform work that "Superman" would be out of commission for six days. After nailing down the dates, and letting work know of my trip, it was time to buckle down and find a flight that would fit my schedule. One may think all it takes is a click of the mouse, but oh no. "Well here's one that gets me in at 11:00 AM. Oh wait. I'm not taking a 6 AM flight with a 40 minute layover in Hotlanta." Sorry Dad, I love you, but I was not getting up at 4 AM. "Wait a second. Here's one. This gets me in at 1:02 in the afternoon, with a 90 minute layover in ATL and leaves at 8:15 AM. Perfect. Add to cart. Are you sure this is the flight you want? YES." Find, book and buy a plane ticket all by yourself? And then be forced to keep it a secret for the next six weeks? Check. Now came the waiting game.
     "Now Sara, we've cancelled the newspaper for the next two weeks (wink wink), please don't forget to water the plants (wink wink) and whatever you do, please pay attention to the dog." Yes mother. And I did all that. For a week.
     As expected, I stayed around for the first week, where I attended family events, and somehow managed to play the see you in two weeks card every time I spoke to them. The days felt like years.
     During one of my many late night thinking sessions, I told myself that if I had gone through this much expense and effort, I wasn't just showing up and saying "surprise!!" I had come up with the idea that I arrive as a present. With a big red bow. I know, so corny, cute, and clever. While still keeping this secret under wraps, I asked one of the girls at work who has amazing and I mean amazing artistic skills to paint me a big red bow on a white t-shirt with a tag that said, "To Dad, Love Sara..."
     T-24 hours until I would be executing this plan. Off work early? Check. Finalize dog care plans? Check. Get someone to come water house plants? Check. Finish packing? Check. Check-in for my flight so I don't have to do it at the airport? Double check. Confirm transportation to the airport? Check. Squeal like a fifth grade girl because I'm so nervous/excited? Done, done, and done. It would somehow be a miracle if I got a decent nights sleep.
    Friday morning had finally arrived!!! With my flight leaving at 8:15 and being picked up at 6:30 6:15 AM, I had set my alarm for 5:45 AM in an attempt to do a last minute packing job, and the last minute straightening of my hair. We all know that story. Snooze. Until 6:00. Promptly at 6:10 AM, there was a knock at the door, where I was rather frightened by the early arrival of my favorite aunt :) who was up and at 'em to take me to the airport. With boarding pass in hand, I was so ready to tackle this day.
     As scheduled, the first leg of this surprise would have me boarding my plane to Atlanta at 7:45 AM for an 8:15 on-time departure. At 8:00, the plane should have been almost finished with boarding. Cool your jets Sara. There's still 15 minutes left. Breathe. Cops, marines, and two captains up at the front counter with five minutes before we leave? So. Not. Funny. Please. I just needed this to go through. The one trip I can't call Dad in a panic, I may miss my connecting flight. Word of the day: BREATHE. The problem? The seating chart had been messed up, and some people didn't have seats. Solution? Find an empty seat. After everyone had found their seat, it was time for one last switcheroo. There was a US Marine that had been seated in the back of the plane who was accompanying the remains of his fellow soldier, and one of the businessmen seated in first class without knowing about the remains, called the stewardess and requested the Marine have his seat. Insert nervous, excited, so touched Sara. Take off at 8:40. Arrive in Hotlanta 75 minutes later.
     If there was one airport I could despise, it's Atlanta. It's big, crowded, and the fact that there's a tram to take you from one terminal to another is a story of it's own. Oh and did I mention I had to not only travel through Atlanta while making up white lies via text about what I was doing to Mom in case Dad saw them, I had the privilege of switching terminals via tram at morning rush hour. Tram arrives at B1, and my plane takes off from B32. After walking the B terminal, and with almost 45 minutes to spare, it was time to sit,have some breakfast (or as I prefer chocolate covered animal crackers... with SPRINKLES) charge my phone, and gear up for the final leg of the plan. Before I would get on the plane, I would send a "what's up" text to signify that I was on the plane getting ready to take off.
      After what seemed like forever and a day flight to Florida, I had arrived! I was less than four hours away from pulling off the surprise and after sending the "Just thought I'd let you know, it's extremely hot back home" but really "I'm in Florida, can't wait to see Dad's face" text, it was time to head to the location of the surprise.
     From a day of nerves and traveling, it was time to relax, have some lunch, enjoy the fact that I was off from work for six days, soak up the sun, and relive my semi-smooth day of traveling. I was 120 minutes from the surprise.
     Mom had arranged for a night of "let's go into town to do a little shopping, and then grab an early dinner with her Mom and Dad (my grandparents)". And for once, all of that was true.
     After months, and no I'm not kidding months of planning, keeping secrets, and telling little white lies, the time had come. Just thinking about all this has my stomach in knots. It was that much fun. After some shopping in Target, my accomplice, a.k.a., mom, sent the text to let me know they were within five minutes and would give me the final plans that included she'd be talking on the elevator, that way I would know they were there.
     Que the talking, and the major nerves. Seconds away.
     And then, the elevator doors open. Insert way too shocked speechless for words Dad. "We were out of postage stamps, so I thought I'd deliver your card myself." "What?? How'd you get here? I thought you were at work. What are you doing here?" "I'm here to spend Father's day with you." "Are you just here for the weekend?" "Nope. I'm flying back with you. I found, booked, paid, and traveled all by myself without you knowing." What a relief.
     After the initial shock that I was physically there, it was time to sit down and tell the story from the beginning. And while I told the stories, Dad just sat there in amazement with a huge smile on his face. This was one of many great highlights of my summer, and I know this is something that he and I will both cherish for a lifetime.

Monday, August 29, 2011

It's Late August, And I Really Should Be Back School...

No more barefoot blue jean nights. No more random friend outings. No more hot, long, crazy, fun, days at Shenanigans. No more late nights watching hours of The Golden Girls. No more sleeping in till noon. No more cute bathing suits. No more tanning. No more blasting the radio with summer hits. No more summer barbecue's. No more hot, humid, sticky, muggy, what is it doing being 80º at 7 AM days.
     That's right. Sara has officially started the 2011-2012 school year. What's a better way to kick it off? Changing my Summer 2011 iPod playlist to Fall 2011.
     And because I love you so, here is a picture from the archives.


Sunday, August 28, 2011

It's Super Hot...

Being at the 2011 MTV Video Music Awards. Why's that you ask? Because just in the opening 20 minutes alone, I witnessed Lady Gaga outdoing herself by dressing up as a young man. (yes I said man) and then proceeded to perform her latest hit "You And I" while the one and only Justin Bieber was busy looking like a confused geeky brainiac. Included in this brainiac ensemble, he brought back the red pants, while he sported his dad's glasses.
     As Twitter was all a buzz with the worldwide trending topic #whatwillgagawear, there was another exciting announcement needing to be made. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, the time has come that Beyonce and Jay-Z are expecting their first media mogul together. I'm already jealous of how gorgeous it will be. I mean really? Beyonce, and Jay-Z? If you ever need a babysitter, I'm free.
     In VMA past, there has always been some sort of a host. Well, not this year. And as one of many "presenters" came out, I could already tell it was going to be another one of those super awk awards show.
     After the turn the channel while some random comedian rambled on, it was time for the best female pop video to be announced. The nominees were, Adele, Katy Perry, Nikki Minaj, and Britney Spears. If you didn't already know, I'm kinda obessed with Adele. She's so classy, has a beautiful voice (YouTube Adele doing Make You Feel My Love) and is just all around one of those timeless musicians. I'm not a huge fan of Katy Perry, could care less if Nikki Minaj won, and I would not be a happy camper if Britney won over Adele. Sorry Britney you had your fifteen minutes of fame, now it's time for someone else's turn. And the winner of the 2011 Best Female Pop Video is.... Britney Spears for "As The World Ends." Whatever. Yes, I will admit that I went to her Baby One More Time tour circa 1999.
     After Britney won the first award of the night, it was time to cut to commercial; but not before one of many awkward performances by Jessi J, who sits in a throne that sings songs while they go to commercial. And I must add, she has not moved because she is currently sporting a leg cast, and not just your average leg cast, a leg cast with glitter. Diva.
     While there was an on going never ending list of performances, there were two that were mentioned. Over. And over. And over. And over. A tribute to Britney Spears that I thought would include some form of singing, maybe people paying tribute to her. Apparently not. And here I was after getting all excited, I got to watch three dozen teenage girls who weren't around for Britney's earlier years dance in replicas of her infamous videos. And if I must quote the Lady Gaga, "Britney Spears taught me to be fearless." Liar. Taylor Swift taught us to be Fearless. Get your facts straight. I'm usually bragging about Gaga, but not tonight. She has officially creeped me out.
     On the performances note, by far my two favorite acts were no doubt the beautiful and glowing Beyonce, and then my personal favorite Adele, singing her new single "Someone Like You".  Stunning.
     Congratulations MTV, you've scarred me. For life.


Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Great Chi Lives Here...

I know I haven't written a real blog in who knows how long, but I feel like if I can just get through this week, I should be back to regular scheduled blogging. But in the mean time, here are some random thoughts.
     So Sara, how do you achieve great chi? Well, that I can't go into details, but if you really want to know, here's what you need; a homemade smoothie, a mind of determination, your one day off until Sunday, and 12 hours worth of energy. Yes. I "cleaned" my room for essentially 12 hours straight. With the occasional lunch and dinner break. And before all you moms out there say, "how did your room get that messy?!" First off all, you could see 85 percent of the carpet. Second of all, this past Spring I went through and donated six banana boxes worth of clothes. So it wasn't like I spent all day doing that. Third of all, it was a lot of cleaning of clutter, and using a shop-vac to clean the insides of my closets. I'm that obsessed. Fourth of all, it also involved many trips to the washer and dryer, and then back to my room to put it away. Fifth of all, as much as I dreaded some parts of the day, it was a day of me. I'll end it at that.
     I'm ready to start school (shocking. I know) Because there comes a time when you're about over all the customers at Shenanigans asking, "now shouldn't you be in school?" Whatever you do, do not give me a snarky look. It's not my fault that I'm one of the last to go back.
     I'm anxiously awaiting Saturday afternoon and Sunday morning.
     We all know how in love I am with the site While scrolling through the site, I happened to come across a recipe for an Oreo Cookie Surprise. Or as I like to call it, breakfast of champions. It might be the best thing since a peanut butter and mayonnaise sandwich on Pepperidge Farm Bread. What's in this surprise? Chocolate chip cookie dough. Oreo's. Brownies. Put it in the oven at 350º for 45-55 minutes. Take it out. Be forced to look at it overnight when it will be making it's debut at Shenanigans Wednesday morning, where it will be devoured by some of Shenanigan's finest. Hey, I've gotta do a test run sometime before I bring it in for the day before Thanksgiving craze fest, right?
     In other semi important Sara news, I've pre-ordered Volume 2: Season 2 of gLee that will be arriving on my door step September 13th. Wait. Isn't that the same day Season 7 of Grey's is scheduled to arrive on my doorstep? It'll be like Christmas; but three months early. On that note, I recently experienced a rather intensive craving for Christmas dinner. And it's only August. No. Bueno.
     Sara, have any new favorite viral videos? Sure do. Having a bad day? YouTube, "Anderson Cooper Laughing." Because it's kinda sorta ridiculously funny.
     On the awards show front, Gaga recently tweeted that she will be in fact opening the Video Music awards on MTV Sunday night, and that her House of Gaga fashion line, will be producing an even more controversial outfit than last years Meat Dress. All I can say is, good luck with that, because I'm not really sure how one can top The Egg from the Grammys. And then, Jimmy Fallon, who I love and adore, tweeted that he will be hosting the December 17th episode of SNL. One word. Halarious.
     October needs to hurry. Because my phone has officially gone coo-coo for coco puffs even more since last time I told you about it. Like I said, I always have my phone with me, but if I miss your call, please don't blame me. Blame Steve Jobs.
     And if you're asking me about what I thought about Kim Kardashian Humphries weekend wedding, that's gonna have to wait until October when E! shows the two part, four hour episode of Keeping Up With The Kardashians, when I'll be giving my thoughts on it. But I will tell you this, by the picture I was able to see via TMZ, I'm was not a fan of her dress(es). Her nephew Mason? What. A. Doll.
     "In three words, I can I sum up everything I've learned in life: It goes on." -Robert Frost


Friday, August 19, 2011

Fearless Is Not The Absence Of Fear...

Oh,Taylor Swift, just one more reason I love you.
     There were many reasons I decided to write this blog, one reason being it's a great way for me to go back and relive the good and bad moments in life. And while this week will be just one more reason Summer 2011 will never be able to beat Summer of 2009, I thought I might express my week through the thoughts of the one, the only, Meredith Grey. While I know that this post may be on the line of obsessive, she tells me like it is. And sometimes you just gotta hear it like it is.
"The thing about plans is they don't take into account the unexpected, so when we're thrown a curve ball, whether its in the OR or in life, we have to improvise. Of course, some of us are better at it than others. Some of us just have to move on to plan B and make the best of it. And sometimes what we want is exactly what we need. But sometimes, sometimes what we need is a new plan."

     "We're all susceptible to it, the dread and anxiety of not knowing what's coming. It's pointless in the end, because all the worrying and the making of plans for things that could or could not happen, it only makes things worse. So walk your dog or take a nap. Just whatever you do, stop worrying. Because the only cure for paranoia is to be here, just as you are."

     "As doctors, we're trained to be skeptical, because our patients lie to us all the time. The rule is, every patient is a liar until proven honest. Lying is bad. Or so we are told constantly from birth—honesty is the best policy, the truth shall set you free, I chopped down the cherry tree, whatever. The fact is, lying is a necessity. We lie to ourselves because the truth, the truth freaking hurts."

While the dark and twisty Meredith Grey did tell me that the truth hurts, she did give me this glimmer of hope: "
Some days the whole world seems upside down. And then somehow, and improbably, and when you least expect it, the world rights itself again." 


P.S.- Start preparing yourselves. Sara starts school August 29th. 

Monday, August 15, 2011

Cheeseburger In Paradise...

As I'm about to embark on a five day work journey, I thought I might give you a run down of the happenings in life. Ready... Set...Go! 

* I guess the biggest breaking news around here is, public schools are now 2 days late starting the  school year. How is that possible? Does a 20 minute in and out freak storm knocking out power to a third of the city explain it? Sara, did you lose power? Nope. #winning. 

* I saw the gLee 3D movie Sunday night. gLee has a movie? Sure thing. The best money I've spent all week? Yes. By seeing the movie did it prove that I'm an official gLeek? Yesssss sirrrr. Will I buy the movie because I'm that obsessed? That, I don't know. 

* I have good news and bad news. The good news is, while outlet shopping this past weekend, I found an absolutely adorable dress that may have replaced my other favorite but we're not talking about it dress. The bad news? The lost dress has officially been placed on the missing wardrobe list. 

* I'll go ahead and forewarn you; my phone has decided to go crazy on me. It randomly likes to go from silent to ring on it's own. While I do have my phone in my hand 24/7, (minus school, work and driving) I'll do my best to answer calls. 

* While I can hardly wait for fall to arrive, I forgot to mention one small minor detail; I have to learn 20 different kinds of Apples. My favorite? Honey crisp. And yes, I'm an apple snob. I had a bad experience with a Red Delicious apple that was mushy, and just blah. While I do realize that was in second grade, I can't bring myself to like any other kind but Honey Crisp. Want to try one? The really good Pennsylvania Honey Crisp only last till mid October. 

*I'm sure you remember reading how obsessed I am with Grey's Anatomy. It wasn't until this past week, that I am officially bored with the Season 6 DVD. Sara? Bored with Grey's Anatomy?! Yes. Maybe because I've watched it for almost a year straight, but come September 13th, I won't mind going to bed, because I'll have new episodes to watch. 


Saturday, August 13, 2011

Rule #76: No Excuses. Play Like A Champion...

Sorry for the delay in blogging, but as you see below, I was a little busy becoming a Warrior. After a they weren't kidding when they said 3.01 hellish miles Warrior Dash race, I can officially say I have now experienced the best three Saturdays of my life; Warrior Dash rounding out the top three. Everything from OUTLET Shopping Friday afternoon, to experiencing the course itself, it was a weekend I'll never forget. And we all know how much I love me some pictures, there's only one way to relive the amazing weekend. Picture time. And for once it wasn't just pictures of inanimate objects. So sit back, relax, and be glad I was the one experiencing it, not you.
What I Do Best. Carb Loading. 
Make Your Own Pancakes. In The HOTEL.
Sup Warrior Dash. 
No Turning Back Now. 
Mr. T. Came To Run With Me. 

 Due to the course literally being a 3.01 hellish mile nature hike, we were only able to get pictures at the finish line. So what you are about to see, is one big finish line photo dump. Enjoy.

Just Jumping Over Live Flames. nbd. 
Giant Mud Bath Anyone? 
Barbed Wire With Mud? Sure. 
Superman? I Meant Warrior. 
New Use For Corn Bags.
Wouldn't Trade It For The World. 
As the last picture caption says, I wouldn't have traded anything to be anywhere else. I'm not gonna lie; while I was a little scared watching the people jumping over the flames before my race and thinking what on earth did I get myself into, I did a little flashback to where I was three years ago. Three years ago, I could never imagine myself signing up for something like this, never the less a simple 5K.
     If you're wondering what my time was, I'm not exactly sure. Being the math genius I am, I figured this; I started at 10:30, ran, with the occasional (11) obstacles, and finishing at 11:20, it took around 50 minutes. It wasn't about the time, it was about the experience. And with my wave being filled with 500 people, I'd say that's pretty good if  I say so myself.
     Next up? Outrunning Autism 5K September 24th.


Sunday, August 7, 2011

I've Had The Time Of My Life...

And I owe it all to you. No really. I do. You are the reason I keep blogging. I'm not trying to be corny here, but honestly, I don't see projects to a finish, or keep on top of them. But this blog is something I'm kinda sorta madly in love with, and I love that this has become my personal outlet that I can relive the highlights (too many to choose from) and the lowlights. (Taylor Swift being postponed, and dropping my summer class).
     While this 100th post happens to fall on my one year blogaversery, I thought it would be only appropriate that I blog about my year in review.

August 7, 2010:  www.saraspills.blogspot is born. 

September: Family friends Labor Day weekend wedding, discover that there can never be enough cheese in life.

October: Attend Grand opening of the new downtown arena. 


November:  Turn another year older, take a slight blog vacation, fall ill over Thanksgiving Break.

December: Finals week, family spends Christmas up north.

January: Write 50th blog, announce I'll be running the Mini Marathon!

February: Training for mini continues, discover the meaning of normalcy.

March:  GAGA. Buy THE bathing suit.

April: Wrap Up the Semester, The Royal Wedding, Run The Mini Marathon!!!

May: Start Summer school, announce Warrior Dash, drop out of Summer school. 

June: Lose my favorite dress, surprise Dad in Florida for Father's Day!

July: Taylor Swift post poned, Spend 2 Fabulous weeks frolicking along the shores of Lake Michigan.

AUGUST 7, 2011: Write my 100th post on my blogs one year birthday! This past year has been full of ups and downs, and I can't wait to see where this next year of ridiculousness takes me. On a personal note, thanks for sticking around and getting chuckles out of my life. I love hearing the reactions from my followers, and like I said earlier, ya'll are the ones who keep me going in this business! Here's to another 100 posts!


Saturday, August 6, 2011


Well, well, well. We have almost made it. 99 fabulous blogs. 99 fabulous memories. 99 fabulous Hollywood updates. 99 blogs of inanimate objects. This has been one of the best adventures I have taken on, and honestly, I have been so proud that this is something I have kept up with. I can not wait to share and blog for another 99 postings to see where this takes us.  
    In case you have been wondering where I have been, I've been working. For the last 7 days. I have officially entered the real world, and have a greater appreciation for the people who work 40 hour work weeks. I can see why people are so tired, because there have been days this week where all I want to do is come home and sleep. I love that we are busy, but between being busy and this ridiculous heat, it takes it out of you. Oh, and somewhere in between there, I'm in the midst of finding time to crunch train for my Warrior Dash. 
     Anyway, be on the look out for my are you ready for this? 100th post. Thanks for sticking around for my ridiculousness. 


That's What I Loved About Sundays...

While channel surfing late one night this week, I happened to come across the heart warming movie Sister Act 2, which immediately took me back to my childhood Sundays. While this week will always be flooded with special memories, it's time to sit back and enjoy another blog of Sara Grows up: Childhood edition.
     I can remember each Sunday to a tee.  It began with the honking of my grandfather's adorable grey Toyota Camry that promptly arrived in my driveway at 8:45 to pick us up for the 9:15 Children's church service. After making the trek downtown and listening to the boring Sunday morning talk radio, we always promptly arrived at 9:00, which allowed my grandfather to go "politicking" while we were instructed to go get our pew. The great thing about the Children's 9:15 service, was that it instead of having to sit through a 90 minute adult celebration, it was a very fast 45 minute service that was geared towards the younger age group. With wanting to keep things interesting for the younger generation, there would be volunteers for certain jobs to help by taking the collection plate and my favorite job, or staying after communion to extinguish the candles. I volunteered for any job that I could take, but I'm not gonna lie, that was by far my favorite job. When it came time to give the sign of peace, we gave the sign of peace alright. While we shook the hands of the other parishioners', we had our own sign of peace. The the three of us held up two fingers and gave the peace sign. After I did my job to signal the end of the morning, I headed up to Sunday school while my grandfather headed to adult bible study. Sunday school  usually lasted around 45 minutes and was jammed packed with "choir" practice, snack, and the occasional arts and crafts, and in the winter, Sunday school turned into Christmas pageant costume try-ons and rehearsals. My favorite costume? The holy sausage/the palm tree. Being the typical sisters, we I never exactly got along with mi hermana, and sometimes those long mornings turned into arguments over who got the front seat, or who got to sit next to my grandfather. It was the little things that got me. And if we had behaved, it was after Sunday school that we would hear those magic words: "here's a dollar. Go get a diet Pepsi for the ride home." I was like a kid on Christmas Morning. While I would spend the morning with my grandfather, it was only fair that my hostess with the mostess grandmother get some quality granddaughter time.
     While I would be attending church, my grandmother would be holding down the fort while she would would catch up with her own children while she anxiously awaited our arrival. "Yoo-Who!!" I would yell to signal we have arrived. "Hi Sara, we're in here. Before you do anything, go get out of your church clothes and go get into your play clothes." Once I had changed into play clothes for the afternoon, it was crunch time. We had a span of 45 minutes to catch up with my favorite aunt :) and uncle, because once the clock had struck noon, there would need to be complete silence in the house while the TV was turned on to This Week with Sam Donaldson and Cokie Roberts. It was his time to catch up with the happenings in Washington, while we retreated into the kitchen for lunch.
     "What do you want for lunch Sara? Your usual?" What was my usual? Dinosaurs and bread. Sounds gross doesn't it. Oh no. This by far was the highlight of my week. Dinosaurs can be described as today's Spaghettio's. But way better. I would start with two pieces of Pepperidge Farm Very Thin White Sandwich bread, crumble it into pieces, and then pour my steaming hot Dinosaurs on it. If there was only one thing that made me happy, that was it. As for mi hermana, she had a usual too. Hornbucket Chili and bread. Canned chili and bread. Plain, simple, and easy.  While we were assigned to the kitchen to talk, this was our time to catch up with each other for the week, while the library was being occupied by Sam and Cokie. After lunch came another monumental decision.
     If we had completed our homework for the weekend, or didn't have any afternoon plans, we would stay for the afternoon to pick out a movie to watch in the basement. Now are you seeing where I came from with Sister Act 2? One of the great things about Grandmothers is that no matter how many times she has watched your favorite movie with you, she will gladly watch it with you; AGAIN. My favorite? Sister Act 2. My sister's favorite? Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Arc. I'm sure you have your favorite flick and there are those moments where it brings you back as to if you're watching it for the first time. After the movie was picked out, it was time to hunker down on the I don't really know how to describe it, maybe you could call it an instant sleeping bag bed for my afternoon nap. My strategy was to pick out a long movie. The longer the movie, the longer the nap, the longer I could hang with my grandparents. After the movie was over, it was time to head home. And I began waiting for next Sunday.
     Sadly, those Sundays have come to an end. While there are Sundays that I can not go over there because of opening at Shenanigan's, I look back on each and every one of those Sundays, I think back to all of those countless number of car rides, countless number of bowls of Dinosaurs with bread and Buckets of chili, and countless number of memories that I will never forget.
     But today, I'll be making that trip for you...


Tuesday, August 2, 2011

This Is Wacky...

I'm clearly writing this for my own history records, so that one day in freezing cold December I can say, do I REALLY want this kind of weather back? What kind of weather you ask? 

This kind of weather. Because honestly, I can't tell you the last time I witnessed rain. Oh wait. Yes I can. July 12th I believe? Rain man strikes again. I know I've said I don't like rain, but the whole sunny and blue skies kind of days are starting to get a little old. Is there rain in sight? NOPE. According to the local news station blogs, there were 24 days in the 90's and the lowest low for the month of July was 69 degrees for a mere 30 minutes. Yes a whole 30 minutes out of 24 hours. 
     The other component that needs to go away? Humidity. It's sad and gross that by the time I drive from my driveway to my hostess with the mostess's driveway, my back is soaked in sweat. I'd like to be able to walk to my car and be able to breathe. And I know I'm not the only one complaining. 
     Quick life update: I received the best call Sunday afternoon. My computer was ready. I owe Apple a pan of brownies. Warrior Dash: I'd rather not talk about it. Macaroni Grill does not have enough locations. Jersey Shore returns to my rather long list of worthless TV Thursday night. Working for the next five days in a row after working the last two. What does that mean? Working. 7. Days. Straight.
     51 days until sweaters, apples, and highs in the 70's.