The Heat Is On...

What's been going on in my life you ask? I can't explain in words, so I'll explain in the next best thing. Pictures.

This has and will be the biggest local headline all week Summer.

Excuse Me? 

Oh, and then I came across this while reading laughing over the morning paper. 

Missing This By A DAY? #Winning 

This has been widely talked about for months, and finally the nightmare has come. I really appreciate them waiting until I was finished with Summer school. As we see it on the news every night, I say to myself, I'm so glad I'm not in that, because I would have daily meltdowns. And no, I'm not kidding either. I hate bridges, traffic, the stop and go traffic, and construction all together. 

For those of you who actually care about the 2012 NBA Draft, the University of Kentucky Men's Basketball Team made NBA Draft History. 

#KentuckyEffect 

Sara, hows the PFM life? How does Sunday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday sound? One word: HOT. The reward? Mom's homemade sausage biscuits and gravy Saturday morning.  #Yesssssssssirrrrrrr 

After coming home from a long, hot, semi-busy day at the market, I receive a much needed phone call telling me to mark September 13th in my calendar. Why's that? One word. 

 For Good. 

Ten months later, Christmas 2011 will finally come to a close when I will be seeing this fabulous play for the third time. This is one that will never get old. And yes, as a matter of fact, I still jump up and down in my seat because I get so excited.

T- 6 Days until another rousing round of the annual fourth of July family celebration. #deviledeggsfordaaaayyyysssss. 

-Sara-

From One To America...

How free am I? I'm America.

After arriving home from my final, I didn't know what to do with myself my free time. I hadn't gotten to experience freedom since May 8th, and I forgot what it was like.  On the first afternoon of Freedom, I didn't know how to act.  What was I to do? 

It's only appropriate that I commence Summer 2012 with a celebratory lunch of peanut butter and goldfish followed by an afternoon of napping and rewinding back to the second season of Grey's Anatomy. Wait. Hadn't I just come home from being tested on 7 weeks of material? And that's what I decided to do? #Lamesauce. I sure do lead an exciting life. 

On my first FULL day of experiencing Summer, I had a date until 2:00 at the fruit market, where I would finally get back into the swing of things, and then only to be greeted with the Breakfast angel bringing us doughnut holes. Oh yea, and then another sweet angel customer bringing us homemade apple cake. And you think we work at a fruit market. #sweetsfordayyyyysssss. 

And then of course, who can forget the books I have been waiting weeks to read??! In case you are wondering what I like to read in my free time, I enjoy the autobiographies/memoirs. And no, not of past Presidents or First Ladies. Give me my Kindle, a copy of a really cheesy memoir, (my favorite? Ali Wentworth's Ali In Wonderland) and I am set for the afternoon. 

Up next:

Lots, And Lots, And Lots Of THIS.

In other worthless news: Lilo Update: New details are coming out about Lindsay's crash. According to her work (Lifetime Movie) contract, under no circumstances was she to be driving. Maybe we really should read the fine print. And, after all that? Caught speeding. Oops. 

I experienced my first full Twitter shutdown. Yes. Twitter was down for more than an hour. And then after breathing a sigh of relief, it promptly shut it's self down again. According to @CNNMoney, this has been the longest Twitter shutdown since October 2011. Get it together people. Get it together. 

And finally, today is The Arm Candy I will never have 30th's birthday... Maybe next year? 

Baby 

To

Total Babe. 

-Sara-

But If You Never Try You'll Never Know...

I had intended to publish this post Monday Tuesday night, but I was busy. Just a lil bit. With what? I was busy becoming the next Meredith Grey and filling out my 20 page cumulative study guide for my final. 
     The last time I did this sort of posting, it was the night that I printed out my final copy of that IthoughtitdeservedanAbutapparentlymyprofessorfeltdifferentlyabout it Internet Dating research paper. So let me take you through Anatomy 215 by the numbers.

412- Number of questions for my final review. When I first pulled it up, I looked at it and laughed. Then I went searching for the real review. Couldn't find it. This was it.

350- Pages I have been allotted by the university to print. For free. Anything over that? 10 cents each.

242-Pages that I printed. Yes PRINTED. With words and or pictures on them. In a span of SEVEN weeks.

232- Question number on the miserable study guide that finally made me reach my breaking point. 

215- Anatomy 215.

190- Questions that I had to answer on my final(s). Allow me to explain. 40 question lab, 50 questions over material that I learned on last week and Monday, and then, oh yeah. The unmentioned 100 question final.

100- Note cards that I made.They were a good idea at first, and then well. About that.

97- Printer pages that went unused.

90- Minutes my professor expected us to answer 50 lab questions, around 100 test questions, and 10 questions out of my lab book. And that's just on a regular test day. That would be more than plenty of time.... if you started the test ON TIME.

50 Degrees- The average temperature in my classrooms. It's pretty sad that I had to get dressed like I was going ice fishing with the Eskimos when the high for the day is going to be 90 some odd degrees. And no I'm not exaggerating on this one. I have witnesses. 

28-Study guides I printed and filled out. Successfully if I might add. Toot toot.

27- Chapters of my textbook that I read glanced over.

21- The day that the nightmare called bridge repairs will begin. And according to my schedule, I believe my last day is the 20th. #winning

12- Peers in my class that courageously fought this battle with me.

11:20- The time that my test was scheduled to be over. But if you recall the number 200, there was no way that I was walking out of the building before then.

10-  Glorious weeks I have left to soak up Summer 2012. After what I've put myself through it better be good to me. If not, it might get ugly, ugly, ugly.

9 AM- The time that class was supposed to start. Test days? Don't even get me started.

8 AM- The time I would leave mi casa to make it to class on time, and figure in this so called "morning rush hour traffic".

7- LOOOONNNNGGGGG weeks that I fought the good fight with Anatomy 215.

6- Tests that I had to take. Six test in seven weeks. Um, that should be illegal. And if you're some sort of Math genius that I will never be, I'm sure you already figured out that one week I had a test Monday and a test Wednesday.

5-  Number of phalanges that are on your hand. And as the ever so wise Phoebe Buffay-Hannigan  quoted on the emotional series finale of F-R-I-E-N-D-S, "Rachel, you have to get off the plane. There's something wrong with the left phalange."

4:30- The time that it said on my schedule that I would be released from class hell, but my professor thought differently. Sure, I'll be happy to get out fifteen minutes early.

3- The amount of "parts" that I had to disect. I won't gross you out. This class should have come with a warning. On so many different levels.

2- Amazing parents who supported me in this idiotic decision. They were there to listen to my ridiculous babbling about how much I hated this class and how stupid I was to sign up for it. And on good days, I actually came home and taught them something. FYI: The human brain weighs three pounds.

1- Insanely relieved, happy, joyus, I don't know what I'm going to do with all my spare time, actually, there really are no words to describe how giddy I am girl who can actually enjoy her Summer. While it was a Summer of learning new material, it was also a Summer of learning new things about me. Learning the fact that attempting to take Human Anatomy in seven weeks is a joke. I don't know why there isn't a warning label that comes with this class that says, if you have a life, (unlike me) either drop your social life, or drop the class. Because you will loose friends, sleep, and your sanity.

-Sara-

Bubbletoes...

Fancy meeting you here. I'm sure you're shocked and surprised that I'm writing on a Monday night. Maybe it's because I have a test Wednesday morning over two chapters that after coming home from an all day class including a test on the brain I have to start studying for new material? Yea, I'll go with that answer.

Lilo either needs to go hide in a cave, or tell the truth. Coming off a glowing probation period at the end of March, she has landed her self in the hospital and in a boatload of trouble. Here's the 411. After a "long day on set" on the Elizabeth Taylor movie, Lilo decided to take a cruise on the Pacific Coast Highway, and somewhere along that "cruise" she bumped into a semi truck totaling her car.Why don't you ask what kind of car she was driving? Okay Sara, what kind of car was she driving? A Black Porsche. Did I mention it was a RENTAL?!? Last time I checked I didn't see a black porsche in Hertz's inventory. Lilo goes on to mention that the wreck was not her fault, it was her brakes fault. The brakes failed. Whatever. Just stop lying to the police and move on.

While watching the national news, they reported that Prime Minister David Cameron and his wife left their own CHILD at a pub. I mean really? How do you forget a child? Their reasoning? They left in separate cars and thought that they each had little Nancy. Uh, huh. Suuurrrreee ya did.

"Are you gonna be able to get home in time and see the race?" (Referring to The Belmont)  "What race?!" True story.

America's Got Talent has found what I believe to be the next Susan Boyle. He is a 19 year old boy who all his life was "bullied". When he auditioned, he came to the stage in all black clothing, with black hair, and blue holographic contacts. What you don't realize is that he is an amazing opera singer. Followig the standing ovation performance, germaphobe judge Howie Mandel asks, "is this the biggest audience you've ever sang to?" The singer's response? "I've never sang in front of anyone." People in the audience were crying, but since "I don't have a heart" :) I didn't cry. I think the point I'm trying to get to here is that, don't judge on first impressions.

C-SPAN is in town doing a documentary on the Derby city and history. I'll let you know when it airs. #Nerdalert

While on a stop in New Zealand on her Born This Way tour, Lady Gaga was hit with a pole, and suffered a mild concussion. The kicker? She finished out the show.

I've never been a fan of Katy Perry, but after seeing her trailer for her movie Part of Me I kind of want to see it. I'd like to see how she got her start, and dealing with her public break up with now ex-husband, comedian Russell Brand.

PEOPLE magazine has announced that they will have the exclusive wedding pictures of the Mcconaughey wedding Wednesday morning at 8:00. I'm really hoping that it's 8:00 New York time, and not 8:00 Los Angeles time. I can't concentrate on my test knowing that millions of other people have looked at it before me.

Joker and I are pleased to announce that we have a new passenger on the special bus. Please give a warm welcome to our furry friend Tucker. ( I kid I kid). About a year ago, we started noticing that Tucker would occasionally bump into the wall. We laughed it off. It's now getting to the point that it's gotten kind of sad, and we have to help direct him to his crate. #nevergrowingup

My hair is ridiculously long.

Shout out to Good Morning America's Robin Robert's who's about to fight another medical battle of blood disease that affects blood and bone marrow. She and her team of doctors have total faith in this battle that she will win because she is fit, young, and her older sister is almost an identical match in bone marrow and will be donating to her. #keepthefaith

While announcing this heartbreaking news, I found a new boyfriend. News reader Josh Elliot. (Relax Luke. You're still number one in my heart.) Sitting to Robin's left, he sat there holding her hand looking like a supportive morning TV husband. Also noticeable? The Velcroed box of tissues on the couch. Clever.

Major props to myself for not googling to find out who Emily picked on The Bachelorette.

When it was announced that former Real Housewife of New York Bethenny Frankel would be having her own daytime talk show, I got kind of excited. I watched her spinoff, and I purchased her products. As soon as the air date was announced, I went to go set the DVR. Slight problem. She didn't sell it to our local FOX affiliate. Bah humbug.

Apparently it's a slow sports news month, because the first odds to win the 2013 NCAA title have come out, and in the top three, Vegas has IU winning 7/1 UL 8/1 and the reigning national champs C8TS are 10/1.  I want basketball season.

During the slow sports month, two bloggers I follow, along with our Mayor, and a local meteorologist are jumping out of a plane 13,500 feet in the air Tuesday morning in Fort Knox. I'm all for the two bloggers and meteorologist jumping, but we need our Mayor.

I'll say it again. I need some Olympics in my life. Women's Gymnastics were on Sunday afternoon. And it was a tease.

Starting tomorrow, I have a ridiculously busy week. At least I think so.

Katy Perry couldn't have summed it up any better; "Thank you for believing in my weirdness." 

-Sara-

Strawberry Confidential...

As I sit here compiling my thoughts on joining the movement, I guess I'll blog about some of the ridiculous happenings/thoughts in my so called life.

Ladies and gentlemen, for the first time since March 27th, 2005 and a hundred and something episodes, I actually understood the entire episode of Grey's. You don't understand how excited I am to to be able to say that. What episode you ask? Season 6, Give Peace A Chance. I won't bore you with details of the episode, but because I am getting ready to be tested on the brain/spinal cord, it's only appropriate that I watch the episode in which Patrick Dempsey narrates the episode. So maybe watching Grey's every night has finally paid off.

F-R-I-E-N-D-S marathon every night this week? What a perfect week for it to happen.

After experiencing below normal temperatures in June, I decided to take advantage of it, and sit out for a couple of hours. It's 80° with a slight breeze. I won't get that burned. WRONG. Tonight is the first night (Friday) since Sunday that I haven't been itching. Oh, and did I mention that I'm already peeling? That's not supposed to happen until the end of July.

I came across my first walnut of the season.

In case you live in a cave, theres a chance that I could finally see a Triple Crown winner this weekend at Belmont. The last horse to win, which happened to be Secretariat, won in 1974, and that was well before my time. BREAKING NEWS: After coming down with a case of tendionitis, the legendary horse has been pulled from the race, and will head back to his home of Cal-if-orn-ia Monday morning where he will live a happily retired life. I wish I could retire at the age of three.

The Queens Jubilee? Nothing short of booorrrrriiinnnggg. I mean I did enjoy the occasional glimpse of William and Catherine. But come on, lets just get to the real deal; the OLYMPICS.

ESPN announced that Tiger Woods, Phil Mickelson, and Bubba Watson will be on a team for next weekends U.S. Open. I'll be watching for Bubba.

Miley Cyrus is engaged to long time boyfriend Liam Hensworth. Next.

Looking for new music? YouTube Sundy Best. Yes, you read that correctly, Sundy Best. That's not a typo. Sundy. Best. Trust me. You won't be disappointed.

Am I missing something about the phenomenon show of Downton Abbey? Apparently I am.

Matthew McConaughey is getting married to his Lady Camilla Alves this weekend. I will never stop loving him. If we share the same birthdays I think we are meant to be together. Camilla, you're gorgeous and everything, but I loved him first.

Having my boss call me? TWICE? On my cell phone? At home? After working all day? I can check that off my PFM bucket list.

Good ole Lilo totaled her Porshe, landed her self in the hospital, and got cut from the highly profiled Gotti movie. #Notyourbestweekever. #Ouch.

The local weather for Monday is calling for all day downpours. Hey big guy upstairs, please, I beg of you, can you hold off for at least a half an hour while I travel to school? I don't mind driving in light to steady rain, but this coming week is one week it can't rain. I have a test on the brain first thing Monday morning, and on top of test anxiety, a downpour of rain would not make me a happy camper. #Pleaseandthankyou

ESPN is reporting that there is a strong (notice the emphasis on the word strong) chance that the UL basketball team could be the number ONE team heading into the season. #L1C4

I am now the proud owner of a unicorn charm. Yea, you read that right. A unicorn charm.

Please note, I am trying harder to blog more often. I know I have not met your daily fix, but if you know my current schedule, I think you would understand.


-Sara-

And They Say She's So Lucky...

Ladies and gentlemen, the moment has come (again) for me to announce that I have made it to the HALFWAY point of Summer school. It was Memorial day weekend 2011 that I had no choice but to quit my god awful writing class. Surprisingly, no one has yet to drop out, and honestly, I'm not seeing anyone in the near future that will because after Wednesday's class I will only have SEVEN classes until I am free for the summer. #winning.

In other ridiculous Sara news, it seems as if my luck has slowly started to turn around. After a loooonnnggg miserable 7 day heat wave, there is relief in the future. I'm not one who complains when they don't feel well, but due to long eight and nine hour busy days at my second home, I would arrive at 6:55 AM, leave at 3:00 P.M. and come home and take a solid 90 minute sometimes two hour nap. At one point Mom and Dad became concerned that I might have mono. Nope. More like heat exhaustion. Oh, and then add in the leave my house at 8:00 AM, have class all day, work through lunch, and arrive home at 5:30 days in between. I'm also clearly aware that I decided to do this to myself, but it's not my fault when mother nature thinks it's okay to give us sweltering days in the 90's.

Phillip Phillips won the eleventh season of American Idol, and going into Tuesdays night performance, I thought that he was better off coming in second place, because there would be no way that Jessica Sanchez could survive without it. Fast forward to each contestant singing their possible first single. Ummmm... dear Phillip. I love you. That is all. His rendition of Home, (no not that sappy Michael Buble song) is absolutely wonderful, and Randy Jackson even compared him to one of my favorite indie bands, Mumford and Sons.

Following the first night of the Idol finale, the season finale of gLee premiered. I had waited weeks for this, and had heard from Twitter that I would be needing Kleenexes. So WRONG. First off, Matthew Morrison butchered the Rod Stewart classic and my favorite song Forever Young. As I have said before, if it ain't broke, don't fix it. For those gLee fans who actually read this, I won't spoil the ending in case you haven't seen it. But really?!? I don't think I'll be purchasing Season 3 on DVD. That's how disappointed I am.

Less than 100 days until FOOTBALL!! I've never been a fan of baseball. Except for the All Star game, (July 10th) and that means we're halfway through Summer. And that much closer to Fall.

I guess the biggest news is that after four looooonnnggggggggggg scary drives to and from school dodging trucks, CHIP HAS A..... HORN!!! And a cute horn I might add. Words cannot express my excitement for this new addition to him.

There will be a post explaining what I am about to tell you later on, but a month after ordering a new pair of special running shorts, they arrived at my doorstep, and with two extra surprises. :)

After a mild winter, THE bathing suit, made it's seasonal debut. Still fits like a charm, and still madly in love with it.

Summer school needs to hurry up and be over with. I have books waiting to be read.

To celebrate the Queens 60th year on the throne, Katie Couric has sat down with the Royal Family Prince William, Catherine, and Harry for an exclusive interview. And no, I didn't add Prince Williams favorite picture of him and his grandmother to my iPhoto library. Me? No, I would never do that.

Haven't had to close at work in three weeks. #seniority

It's that time of year again... The Scripps National Spelling Bee. Sadly, I have obligations Thursday morning in which I will not be able to view the Second and Third rounds, but good thing for DVR. And for all my fellow nerds out there, the finals are Thursday night. #nerdalert.

Looks like I'll be making a return trip back to America's Political Playground in October. #bringLukeRusserthomeroundtwo.

-Sara-

Another Lonely Day...

And I'm sure that's what a lot of you feel every day when you type in saraspills.blogspot.com        
     Callie Torez of Greys Anatomy fame said it best. Life changes in an instant. Turns on a dime. Okay, so maybe my life hasn't changed in an instant, but I feel like life with my blog has. I know that's not the news that you probably don't want to hear after I have taken a siesta with my beloved blog. There are times that I have to be truthful, and this is one of them.
     There are days where I get that thing that everyone hates called writers block. And then there are days where I say to myself, I probably should blog about this. And then I open up my computer and loose every ounce of inspiration I once had. I still really enjoy blogging, but I don't have the enthusiasm I had two years ago. CLEARLY hear me out. I still plan on blogging, but I just don't know how often. I think after today, and some thinking my thoughts should be flowing again. I'm also not going to lie about how guilty I feel about abandoning the blog. I have felt incredibly guilty for not filling you all in about my life. Because we all know how exciting my life can be sometimes. :)
     The last time I blogged, I announced that I had signed up for an ALL DAY anatomy class. When I told people what my summer plans were, I included that in them, and of course, they gave me the mandatory "uh good luck with that. Is it a required course?" spiel. And of course, I politely responded back, "well, I have to have a natural science, and a lab, and I thought why not kill two birds with one stone? Plus it's my last science class I'll ever have to take, and I'm good with memorization, so I'm actually kind of looking forward to it." #Nerdalert. Um, if I could take that back, I would love to. This will be one of the worst things I have endured. And it started when I received my books for the class. My reaction when I saw my books for the first time? "About that." After making the trek to my building, I quickly figured out that I would be sitting in classroom with no windows. ALL DAY. I don't see the light of day until 4:30 in the afternoon. And lets not forget that I go in at 9:00 AM. My teacher  Doctor? Could not be any nicer, but here's a little bio: he teaches my class, a class at the local community college, is a chiropractor, and runs two clinics. Talk about over achiever. He wants nothing more than to help his students to succeed. Super nice guy and knows his stuff. After introducing himself to the class, the next words were, "oh and by the way, you have a test over the first four chapters a week from Wednesday." And that was on the first day of class. #Yikes. To sum things up? Five tests in six weeks. Oh, and don't worry, I have already planned an omgIcantbelieveIsurvivedanatomy215 day.
     Before I started my summer class, I discovered that I dominate at Trival Pursuit. Especially in the Arts and Entertainment category. One of my Derby night traditions is going over to our neighbors who bring in a handful of friends for the weekend, and of course, carrying on with tradition, I  made my annual visit, and was invited for a game of trivial pursuit. I wasn't feeling very confident when I was put on a team with two other speech therapists, but whatever. I'd give it a shot. The game started at 9:15ish, and at 12:50 AM we still weren't finished with the game, but if I'm ever on your team, and I shout out random answers, just stop talking and let me do my thing.
     On the PFM front, we've entered the busy season, and I have three days off a week, two of which because I have to. And the other? I've worked my way up to not working Sundays. #notcomplaining. I've also become rather fond of spending time out in flower world. There's something about the fountains and wind chimes that are just so serene. And peaceful.
     After quoting the ever so quotable Grey's Anatomy, which ended it's eighth season with an incredible long waiting cliffhanger, and leaving not only me, but millions of fans in anger,  it has been confirmed and published that not only Grey's Anatomy was renewed for SEASON 9, but ladies and gentlemen, the main characters have renewed their contracts for another two years. The shows creator had said earlier in the season that even if they did decide to leave the show, that Grey's would go on without them. It was a relief to hear that, but during the FOX upfronts, gLee announced that they are moving from Tuesday nights to Thursday nights. At 9:00. Oh wait. Isn't that the same night AND TIME that Grey's is on? There's only two nights a week I ask for the main T.V in the house, and FOX and ABC are going to make me decide against my two favorite shows to watch? On the same night? Rude.
     Checking my tweets one last time for the night, I happened to come across this WONDERFUL tweet: "Tomorrow I make my @todayshow newsreader debut. If you're up at 7 AM I'll be on your local NBC station with a caffeine smile." Yes. Luke Russert. Reading the news on the Today show. The Today show people. When I read the tweet, I tweeted him a tweet of congratulations in hopes for a reply back, but once again, I went to bed with no response. I was up at 7 AM, but because of work obligations I had to DVR it.  As Mom puts it, "he looked good, a bit dorky, but kinda cute. And he needed to wear darker shoes." I can work with him on that. I'm sure his Dad couldn't have been prouder.
     Signs I'm getting old: I RSVP'ed for my five year high school reunion. I know I'm an outgoing person, but seeing people who I haven't seen since I graduated? Weird.
     It feels good to be back in the saddle, and I'm going to try a lot harder in keeping ya'lls updated.
     All my love and then some.

-Sara-