Feels Just Like It Should...

The first full week of school has concluded, and I must say that I have mixed emotions about the Fall Semester. I thought having class at 8:00 AM would be the worst idea of my life, but needless to say, it gets me going, there is hardly any traffic going over, and aside from a few things that I am going to have to deal with, I actually like my classes. 

Giluiana and Bill Rancic have become parents to Edward Duke. In case you live in a cave or don't consider E! News real news, the back story of Giluina: While wanting a child of their own, and having to do IVF, her doctor demanded that she get a mammogram, and because of her doctor's order, this child saved her life. It was discovered that she had early breast cancer, and after unsuccessful surgery to remove it, they went in, and did yet another one, that took it all out. That was late October/early November. They were able to find a gestational carrier, and nine months later, Edward Duke Rancic has arrived.

K-Roger has Gatorade on sale 10 for 10. Like I needed anymore. #SupplyandDemand

Sending tons of love to Good Morning America anchor Robin Roberts who took an early medical leave to be by her ailing mothers side. I awoke Friday morning to learn that Robin had made it home in time to say goodbye to her late mother. #Hugsfordays

Did anyone happen to catch Clint Eastwood's totes awk, long, and bizarre RNC speech?

Checking my Twitter one last time before bed, I found this squeal worthy tweet.

He's Kinda A Big Deal. 

In case you didn't know, it's kind of a big deal to be trending.

I love the Kroger Elves. 

Taylor Swift premiered her new music video for her new single We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together. Don't get me wrong. I love Taylor. But this single, and the video?! Last time I checked, you called yourself a country music artist, not a punk country rock artist. 

Here Come's Honey Boo-Boo beat the Republican National Convention in ratings Wednesday night. #Nowondertherestoftheworldhatesus 

I remember where I was when Princess Diana died 15 years ago tonight. I had to go to bed early because I got in trouble. Surprise Surprise. 

The PFM will be closed on Monday in observation for the Labor Day Holiday. I won't know what to do with two solid days off. 

T-3 Days until Season 8 of Grey's arrives on my doorstep. I'm already like a kid on Christmas morning. 

The seeeeeessssstteeeerrrs birthday next week, and WICKED the following week. September, I sure do love you. 

Speaking of the upcoming Labor Day holiday, we all know what this weekend means: 

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19 Solid WEEKS of COLLEGE FOOTBALL. This has seemed like the longest off season between April 3, and August 30. I feel like I can breathe a sigh of relief.  

Oh yes. And who can forget the most important game of the entire weekend? 

They Low Down, They Dirty, They Some Snitches. 

Thanks to Mother Nature, this will be the weather come game time at 3:30 Sunday afternoon. 

#IsaacForDays #NotKidding 

All Summer it has not rained, and the one weekend we don't want it to, it does. Real cool Isaac, Real Cool. Yea, it may pour down rain the entire game, but at least UL is a two touchdown favorite. #L1C4 

-Sara- 

It's Bye-Bye Fun, Get Your Homework Done...

Yea, I'm not packing my life away as Hurricane Isaac hits the state of Florida, nor am I taking names and biking 112 miles in 95° heat in the 2012 Ironman, but while enjoying my delicious bagel from Panera on my last day of freedom, I came up with a list of problems that I am currently facing come 8:00 tomorrow morning.

1) I don't have my first day of school outfit picked out. Who only knows what the buildings temperatures will be like.

2) I didn't get my end of summer pedicure. #FirstWorldPains

3) As of 11:00 Saturday night, I did not have a professor for my History class.

4) I received an email from my business writing class professor asking me to print out the syllabus. No where to be found.

5) I have yet to look up the locations for my classes.

6) After lucking out and missing the traffic nightmare of a mess with the bridge, I thought I was in the clear. Negative. Dad told me that I need to take an alternate route. I could deal. No biggie. Then I asked, how long will I need to take this route? NOVEMBER.

7) It didn't hit me until last night that I will not be able to sleep in until Friday. I guess this is a win win situation. I only have to close one day at work, and get to open the rest, but setting the alarm for 6:20 everyday? Yikes.

8) Rain is forecasted to start late tonight lasting into tomorrow morning. Trucks, early morning rush hour, driving alternate routes... in the rain. Don't mix.

9) I'm trying to stay excited and optimistic. But failing. Miserably.

On another couple of notes. Snooki has welcomed her long awaited baby boy Lorenzo Dominic into the world.  September 1st will be a magical day for all Starbucks lovers. PUMPKIN SPICE LATTE TIME!!! T- 170 hours until the Battle of The Governor's cup commences. Did I mention it is supposed to be a cool 90° come kickoff? That ain't no Football weather.

30 Class days until Christmas break.

-Sara-

A Date With The Past...

"That's it. Thats the cut I want." If you know me, I'm a plain and simple kind of gal when it comes to my hair. Mom has always said that I look so young because I'm always wearing my hair in a ponytail. Whatever. I'll take the constant asking of "oh, and what high school do you go to?" question any day instead of being hot, and my hair in the way. Plus, when my hair has been straightened, and back in a ponytail, I love the look and feel of it. 

     I had decided after working the week and the fourth of July holiday, I would take the day after off from the PFM to have a Sara day. Sleep in a little, soak in the bizarreness from the night before, and relax. Oh yea, and get a haircut. After all, selling a bajillion ears of corn and tons of watermelons can wear ole girl out. 

     A few weeks before my haircut, I came across an episode of the hit MTV show The Hills. I will fully admit it. I love Lauren Conrad. If you don't know who she is, look her up. She is the definition of classy and sophisticated. There was a certain scene where she was on a date with her high school crush Steven and on that date, my haircut was found. I present to you this: 

The Inspiration. 

     "Sara, if you want that cut, thats fine, but you never wear your hair down." True. Maybe I liked it so much because I loved the person that was wearing it, but by golly, I was sticking to it. 

     The big day finally came, and I washed and blow dried and straightened my beloved golden locks one last time.

     A few minutes before I had to leave for the appointment, the seeeeeesster came to get Jo from doggy day care, and the following conversation took place: "Hey Sara, where are you headed?" Off to get my haircut. "Here's a wild idea. Instead of getting blonde highlights like you normally do, I think you should go dark. Like the dark in your Senior Drapes" (See picture below)  Excuse me? I don't dye my hair. And the last time you gave me an idea about my hair, I was stuck with a blob of Herbal Essences highlights from a kit in my hair. Thanks but no thanks. 

Pretty. But Grosssssss. 

     And then the appointment came. What was I doing? Sticking with the same ole same ole? "So Sara, what are we doing? Just the regular highlights?" Uhhhhhhhh. "Actually my sister thinks I should go dark. Not like gothic dark, but dark." I was then presented with color swatches. "I think this color could look good on you, but it's up to you." I really hate making decisions. Emphasis on the word really. "What about the length?" Conveniently I had screen captured the scene from The Hills. Hey at least I had my mind made up on something. But the decision on the table was the color. 

     "Ummmmmmm. I'm gonna trust you with this and go with it." What. Did. I. Just. Say/Do? Did I really just agree to the idea of going darker instead of lighter?? For the first time in my life I had given into peer pressure? There was no turning back now. 

     If I blogged the thoughts going through my head at that time, it would take days to read. I was nervous. What if people hated it? More importantly, what if I hated it? "If you don't like it, I can throw in some highlights to make it look lighter."  

     As the appointment went on, my face looked like a ghost. Oh em gee. I have got to get a tan. I looked like I was going to get sick. That's how pale I was. Maybe once it dried I would like it more. "Are you okay?" Yea, I'm fine, this is just a big change for me. 

     The darkening had taken place, and it was time for the haircut. At least the cut was simple, and cute.      

     Fast forward two hours later. It would be time to face the music. As soon as I got in the car, I looked at it again, and soaked in the fact that I was no longer a blonde. Pretty sure my heart skipped about five beats. And then I promptly updated my infamous Facebook status update to, "uhhhhh." The last time my family had seen me, they saw me like this: 

Thanksgiving 2011. 

They had also assumed that I was just going to get the cut that I had planned, and getting my usual stereotypical blonde highlights.

     To keep the big reveal a surprise, I entered the house through the garage. "Please close your eyes, and whatever you do, please don't flip out." "Oh, Sara, we won't flip out. We'll still love you if your hair is pink." Okay, open. Insert about a minute of totes awk stares and that wereallydidnthinkyouwouldtakeyoursisterssuggestionseriouslystare. "What do you think? You hate it don't you?!?" "No we don't hate it. Actually we love it." You're just saying that because you have to because you're my parents. "Sara, we don't lie to you." The seeeeeesssssttttteeeerrrr had headed home, and with gas prices at an all time high, I wasn't getting back out in my car to show her. I'll just Facetime her. 

     "Oh. Wow. I like it." Good. I'm glad. Because it was your suggestion. Five out of five people liking it? Check.  

     I'm sure after investing some time in reading this, you'd like to see a picture of the drastic change. Now mind you, the picture was taken hours after the event, so please excuse my paleness.  

Brunettes Have More Fun. 

                                       "Life begins at the end of your comfort zone."       

                                                      -Neale Donald Walsch

-Sara-

                                                                       

10 Things...

That I won't be able to do once I loose my freedom come August 27th.

1) Sleeping until the crack of noon. (Not that I don't, because my body doesn't allow me, but you get the idea.)

2) Have absolutely no guilt lounging around not doing anything.

3) Working random hours at the market.

4) Making breakfast/lunch dates with Mom.

5) Planning my day around Luke Russert's television appearances. ( Me? Pssssshhh. Like I would do that.)

6) Blogging whenever I please.  I guess this would be a good time to go ahead and say that there will be very minimal blogging this Fall. I'm taking a Business writing class and History in the 20th century. Again which will be writing heavy class.

7)  Watching hours of The XXX Olympiad

8) Oooooo. A new celebrity memoir out on Kindle? Sure, I'd love to read it.

9) Having the Chinese Sweat Shop open whenever I please. ( More on that later)

10) NAPPING. Anytime. I. Please.

Summer 2012. It's been real. It's been fun. It's been semi relaxing. Now if you'll do me a favor and get me to Christmas break, that'd be fab.

-Sara-

Home Is Where The Heart Is...

Ole girl is back from eleven amazing days in paradise. And after those eleven 80° days, I now know the reason they call it vacation. I soaked up every single minute.

I read two books in two days. #Nerdalert. I attempted to read three, but after spending over twenty five minutes on the phone with Amazon.com trying to rent a third book, I failed miserably, and didn't read a day after that fiasco that ended with an email calling me Sylvia. Thanks Albert.

One of the highlights of vacation had to be the Lyle Lovett concert at the local gardens. Lyle seemed like such a great guy, and I'm not exactly sure why he left Julia Roberts.

I got to experience an outdoor version of the PFM with TONS of local farmers, and their produce. Very interesting, but slightly overwhelming.

How is humanly possible to start peeling while you're tanning? Rude.

Before leaving for vacation, I decided to sign up for a 5K. Seriously, I don't know anyone who would run a road race on a vacation. On a Saturday. That's another story, but to prepare for the impulse decision, I obligated myself to a 7 AM Monday morning workout with family relatives. #craycray

After working seven straight days before my extravagant sabbatical, the biggest decision I had to make everyday? What bathing suit to wear. #Notaproblemforme

Thanks to a very patient sister, I was retaught the art of making friendship bracelets.

I arrived to vacation with three pairs of shoes, and one dressy outfit (and other things). I came home with four pairs of shoes, and three dressy outfits. And I must add, very cute dressy outfits.

At one point during vacation, I said "we need to throw an Olympic opening ceremonies party." People kept asking if I had planned anything. Maybe if I just change the subject, people will forget. NOPE. Thank goodness I had the help of the A team party planners who put together the all American meal of meatloaf, potatoes, and broccoli. Dessert? Strawberry, and blueberry shortcake. And by the way, half and half doesn't make whipped cream.

So Sara, did you happen to watch the Opening Ceremonies? No. I was eating my all American meal. Well, that's okay. Did you at least get to see who lit the cauldron? No. But thats fine. @CNN told me TWENTY minutes into the ceremonies. Don't think I wasn't upset. Because I was. Oh, and that creeeeepppppyy baby head that appeared? Weird.

Michael Phelps? Overrated.

Santa in a speedo, and I'm tan.


In other ridiculous news, today we started the month of August. August brings me house-sittings, a few more weeks of freedom, school, and that little thing we like to call FOOOTTTBALLLLL.

If you haven't heard, I'm returning on a second mission to bring Luke home to meet the parents, and I was informed that I actually have to do work while in D.C. Talking to the coordinators of the weekend,  I politely responded, can't I just help plan parties?

The 2012 holiday season is going to be one for the books. That is all.

Eric Dane or more formally known as Plastic Surgeon Dr. Sloane on the hit ABC medical drama Greys Anatomy has announced he is leaving the show after the season premiere. #Lamesauce

I've also hit my 3,000 tweet. Tweet tweet.

-Sara-