Saturday, December 31, 2011

Wind It Up...

Remember that one time where I once stated that 2009 could and never be beaten? Well I'm afraid it has. How so? Let me explain.
     As I entered 2011, I had written down a list goals for myself. While making these goals, one wise woman suggested I write 75 blogs. Yea right. Between training for the mini, school, and work, I wouldn't have time. I wrote it down anyway, but pretty much ignored it. Guess who has successfully completed that goal and has now written 96 blogs. Ol' girl right here. I must say, while writing these blogs brought back so many good memories, I was able to see how far my writing has come. #Soproud.
     Another goal that I completed and to this day I'm still not sure how I did, was training and running the mini marathon. When I set my mind out to do it, I knew I had gotten over my head. I know that my beloved followers were there with me every step of the way, but as I think back, how was I going to achieve this goal if I got off the treadmill six times because I felt like I was going to pass out? Yes, there were some days that the last thing I wanted to do was run, but if I wanted to keep my goal within reach, I was determined to train. Run the mini marathon? CHECK.
     2011 also brought me the goal of pushing my fears out of the way, and trying new things. Yes, I found myself panicked at times, but really? Going to a Lady Gaga concert? Zip-lining? Who would have thunk?
     The biggest thing that 2011 allowed me to experience was facing the fact that I was no longer a child, and became an adult. Yikes. While there were some fun moments, (see We Were Out Of Postage Stamps) there were a handful of not so fun moments, #GetWellTaylor that made me truly believe that I, was no longer a child.
     2011 also taught me at moments that at times it is time for me to move on. Included in that? I have slowly started to accept the fact Mer/Der will not be returning for Grey's Anatomy season 9, and with that, I do not watch my Grey's Anatomy DVD every night. But for those of you who care, I have already pre-ordered Season 8. Hey it was on sale. I couldn't help it. It's gonna be a long nine months. Talk about moving on. I'll leave it at that.
     With the thought of doomsday (12-21-12) looming over my head, I must say that I am very much looking forward to the New Year. 2012? I have two words for you; Bring. It.


Sunday, December 11, 2011

Dance With Your Heart...

It's December and we all know what that means... FINALS. Since I'm currently averaging an A in the art of procrastinating, I'll go ahead and practice some more.

In the latest overnight Hollywood gossip: In an attempt of staying out of jail trouble, my friend Lilo has gotten her life together and has completed her first stint of probation duty, and is already in progress on her second stint. To be rewarded, she was granted permission to take herself, and her sister to the land of lei's and hula dancers, or more commonly known as Hawaii. After being there a mere 48 hours, her $5,000 Chanel purse was stolen along with her passport, a wad of $10,000, credit cards, and her documents from the court granting her to travel while at a party. BREAKING NEWS: The purse has been found, but the money? Nope.  Probation check-in on Wednesday.

"Sara, you have to run this set of races with me. It will get me in shape for the IRONMAN." Yes, one of my fellow co-workers and his wife are competing in next years IRONMAN, and as  part of his training, he found a set of races he wanted me to do with him. Of course I would. "It's called the Polar Bear Grand Prix. A race in December, January and February." Sure no problem. That was September when were in the midst of high 60° to the low 70°'s. Getting his dates mixed up, he was unable to participate with me, and I am now forced to complete these by myself. I didn't mention I ran in 25° did I? And on top of that HILLS? We'll put it this way; glad I got out there and ran, but not my personal best.

"Hey Mom, when I drive at night, especially rainy nights, sometimes I'm not sure if I'm over the stripes on the road." Her response? I'll get right on that and make you an eye appointment. "Do you remember the last time you got your eyes checked?" Sure do. Eleven years ago/5th grade.  Except for the night driving part, I figured my eyes were good, and I would just be told you're getting old. I could deal. "Okay Sara, we're gonna dilate your eyes, and you probably won't be able to see for a little bit." There were two things I was dreading, having my eyes dilated, and hearing I needed glasses. "You're left eye is slower than your right eye, so I am gonna go ahead and write you a prescription for glasses." Awesome. Glasses, and I only needed a prescription for one eye. No wonder I'm the driver of the short bus. #islandofmisfittoys.

While I should have been paying attention to my fellow peers as they gave speeches on their papers, I was catching up on the latest gossip. Included in that gossip? Coldplay. Summer 2012. Touring the continent of North America. Oh. Dear. God. I may have performed a little Justin Bieber squeal. In the middle of a speech. It's a good thing I'm a workaholic. Because I will be attending.

In sports news, Indiana University beat the number one team in the nation, the University of Kentucky Wildcats. UK was up by one with five seconds left in the game, and as time ran out, IU shot a ridiclious three pointer, and won the game at the buzzer. I still can't watch the clip. Hey, at least, UL is undefeated, and there's a strong possibility that UL could be #2 in the polls as THE Ohio State lost this weekend. That ranking makes me incredibly nervous.

Working my shift in my beloved Christmas Room at the PFM, both of my bosses were out there with me, and we happened to get on the subject of National Lampoons Christmas Vacation. "Sara, have you seen it?" "No." I mean you are talking to the reigning champion of not finishing movies. "Really?! I can't believe that." I mean I've seen clips of it, but have never seen it from beginning to end. "You need to RedBox it tonight and watch it." It just happened to be my luck Saturday night, and it was on T.V. Of the parts that I watched, I just didn't get the fascination or the humor.  A Christmas Story is better.

Three shifts of work, and two trips to school to take finals, Sara will officially be on Christmas break. I'm not usually one to rush the days, but I'm so ready. Reading, sleeping, and lots and lots of family time. Bring it.

Ladies and gentlemen, we've got ourselves a crisis Tuesday night. This week, NBC is having an one hour special "catch up" with Prince William and Catherine. At 8:00. FOX is then showing their hit T.V. show called gLee. At 8:00. Get real. Rude.

Remember the saying, "you can't teach an old dog new tricks"? In my case, ya kinda have to. Our soon to be 14 year old dog Tucker, has gone blind, and can't jump up to boss Joker around. Being the loving master she is, Mom went out and got a set of three stairs for Tucker to access Joker. Training him to do this should be fun to watch.

I've done all the Pinteresting I can do, I've cleaned my room, (yea, I'm that desperate) I'm caught up on laundry, and I've blogged. I'm guessing the art of procrastinating is over. So long fun life, see ya Thursday afternoon.


Wednesday, December 7, 2011

2,280 Hours...

The amount of time Internet dating (or should I say computer-mediated relationships) consumed my life. Here's a break down of what I did during those hours.

29: Blogs I wrote in the midst of all the madness. A+ procrastinating right there. 

12: Long weeks of having the honor to learn about this once fun and interesting topic. 

11: Diet Cokes consumed throughout this process. 

10: Pages of written material. At one point, I actually understood it all. Today, not so much. 

9: Sources I used for my scholarly paper. 

8: The number of minutes I got up and spoke about computer mediated relationships. Did I mention I got an A on that too? Didn't think so. #miracle. 


6: Day of SEPTEMBER I took on this project. Did I mention it's now December 7th? 

5: The number of drafts I have printed, turned in, and handed back for editing. 

4: The number of pages of my speech outline I had to type up and then somehow make them in to an A speech. 

3: Books I had to buy, read, and understand to perfect the art of American Psychological Association writing and editing. 

2: The time I went to bed at the height of the paper. I actually enjoyed that time of night. Weird. I know, but that's for another blog. 

1: HAPPY and RELIEVED GIRL who has turned in her FINAL copy of "Internet Dating: Finding Mr./Mrs. Right". Wait. Did I just say that I turned in my final copy? What am I supposed to do with myself? Oh yea, that's right. I have finals next week. 

Nerd Alert: This is something I'm kinda sorta proud of. And I really wish I could figure out how to attach it so those who are interested could read it. So for those of you who actually care and want to read it, please let me know, and I will somehow get it to you. 


From This... 
To This. #soproud.