I really wish SG had a Facebook connect. I'm so lazy about checking this.

If anyone on here has facebook, comment/message me your name or email so I can add you! We'll start our own SG revolution through Facebook...that is if it hasn't already been done and I missed the train.

P.s. I'm in love with Band of Skull's 'Death by Diamonds'

Welly welly welly well.

1. I love Dexter. I finished season 1 and I'm dying to rent out season 2. I love watching series after they're already out on DVD so I can satisfy my shortcoming of instant gratification.

2. I love the Sookie Stackhouse novels by Charlaine Harris. Flame me if you must, but while easing my Tru Blood withdrawls they're also mind-numbingly addictive.

3. V-day is tomorrow, and I have a cheesy card and Reeses Pieces ready for the boyfriend. I also made coupons:
-Free blowjob while he's playing a video game (come on....that's every man's wet dream, don't lie)
-Voucher for cigarettes and beer
-Voucher to get me to go to the bar with him
-Get out of jail free card for if we're fighting and he just doesn't want to deal with it.
The only bummer is that we won't be able to see each other except for two minutes in the morning since he works and I have a ton of work to get done. But we've solved that problem by moving V-Day to Monday with plans to cook steak and drink champange. I am pleased. I'm just happy to spend another Valentines with him....he IS my gift--cheesy enough for you?

4. School is driving me bonkers and stressing my time limits. Enough said on that subject.

5. My phone is broken...AGAIN....fuck you Sprint. I feel naked without my phone.

6. Picture time.


Our doggies. I love them. Words cannot express how tired I was in this picture, however.


Snapped this picture while I was watching my friend Kristi cook up a storm for her latest blog. This girl is the meanest cook you'll ever meet. All hail her culinary skills. She runs the blog The Geeky Gourmet check her out if you're a foodie.


Love my kitties....love 'em love 'em love 'em.

Also, if yall haven't heard, Texas had one of the worst snowstorms that I've EVER seen. It hit us about two weeks ago and there's still a pile of snow up to my thigh in my driveway. It makes me never want to see snow again. Here's the view from when I first woke up and opened my door. It got worse over the day, we got about 14" of snow, which is UNHEARD of in the Texas panhandle. Our city wasn't prepared at all, so the roads were shitty as could be for....well....they're still shitty. Bah.



Till next time, SG land!

All day today,

I have not been able to stop sneezing.



I really really really miss Albuquerque.

so it was a good New Year's





how was yours?

I'm in a good mood today.

First, I read this article about guerilla knitting-- it put a huge smile on my face. Love love love this stuff.

And here's the KnittaPlease blog, it's got some great posts. It makes me want to pick up the needles again, and now that it's all cold and dreary I think I will!

Earlier this week it occured to me that in the 18 months that I've been with the hubby, I've never cooked for him. I guess it was after working so many jobs in restaurants and going back to school, but I lost my interest in the culinary arts. So I decided to remedy that by cooking for him last night. Best idea ever.

Vegan cooking is one of my favorite activities, and this site actually is what I credit with inspiring me to fire up the stove again: Vegan Yum Yum

I made the Hurry Up Alfredo--which really is the easiest thing ever to make. The sauce was ready way before the noodles were-- some lemon spinach cous-cous and zuchinni cooked with soy sauce. We also split a bottle of good merlot, which really complimented the white pasta sauce.

It was probably the best date we've had in a long time. The way to a man's heart truly is though his stomach, why didn't I listen to my mother before? But now my inspiration and itch is back, so I'll be doing a lot more cooking and experimentation these days. Now that our pantry is fully stocked up with the "expensive" basics needed before veganism can be considered cheap, I have an excuse to go all out.

We also watched the movie 'W' afterwards. Really really interesting. I've always disliked Bush as a president, but I always wondered about the man himself-- the movie had some great, fresh insight on family, personal struggles and the errors made along the way.

ah well, here's another musical sample for everyone. I love this Similou song, it's such a perfect mainstream pop piece of music--ridiculously catchy and the beat is infectuous:

So if you don't know me.....

I'm a very big fan of straight up ballin' techno/house/drum and bass

So, be seduced:

Watching: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Season 7. Kind of sad that there's no more box sets for me to buy....but I'm sure my wallet will thank me.

Reading: Freakonomics and Contradictions in Conservatism. I finished Blink by Malcolm Gladwell while I was in Marshall, interesting but I was somewhat disappointed by the vagueness and superficial nature of it.

Marshall was interesting, that's what can be said.

I did a lot of thinking while I was out there. And I've made a lot of personal decisions, interestingly enough. It's almost as if my soul is a tiny bit at peace

For example, I've quit smoking. Four days without a cigarette....I'm doing alright so far except for random explosions of irritated bitchiness that shock and awe those around me into silence. I think I'll keep tihs up.

And I went running again today for the first time in well over six months.

All that's left is for me to find out where the hell I left those vegan cookbooks of mine, and I'll be ready to rock n'roll.

pictures from my recent travels across Texas:

Watching Buffy Season Six.

Reading Freakonomics

Petting my cat, Beowulf



Goin into East Texas for Thanksgiving. Five days of sitting around and getting fat.....wheee.

Tell me how you are.

We celebrated the hubby's 29th last night. It went well aside from the fact that I got hit on by an insistent Mexican and the hubby ended up having to step in. That and I passed out (from exhaustion, not the 4 shots of Sailor Jerry and one Royal Fuck.....I swear) earlier than I would have liked to, school and work makes Sarah a sleep and fun-deprived girl.



I cannot wait until winter break comes so I can stay up till 4 in the morning with no consequence. But the bummer of it is that I'm going to have to a get a seasonal job, seeing as my tutoring job goes for the break as well. I don't like sitting idle. Idle hands do the devil's work, as my grandmother said, and Jesus it's true.



Speaking of tutoring, I'm coming up with lesson plans for next week, if anyone has ideas for fun educational stuff for 3rd graders, shoot 'em my way. I hate going on the teaching sites to get ideas because they're all so classroom-oriented, and the problem I have with my kids is that they've been in school all day prior to the program so they're sick of it. And I always seem to get the best ideas from parents--well....parents that actually do something with their kids, not park 'em in front of the TV all day. If I ever pop out a kid (highly unlikely), TV is going to play a small role in that child's life. Movies and Discovery Channel all the way until he/she/it is a teenager then I'll have no say in the matter anyway.



Going back to the insistent Mexican from last night, I have a brief rant, it's long so if you don't like reading, skip it:

A guy comes up to me at the bar and hits on me, whatever, I don't care. Most of the time I'm with my boyfriend but we're not joined at the hip so the poor guy can't possibly know, he just wants to get laid--no shame there, we all do. I try to be diplomatic about it, I keep my cool, be nice, give the guy a little ego boost and maybe a free drink out of it before I let him know I have a boyfriend, the guy goes his way with his self-esteem intact, the hubby doesn't have to spend money on my drinks, I'm flattered that I got hit on, we all win.

This guy however, was trying to talk to me while my back was turned....sorry can't hear you, I'm deaf, I'm funny like that. So my boyfriend's niece (and because we're practically married, I call her my niece as well) told him "hey, she can't hear you, you have to talk to her face." Then the guy procedes to get right up in my chair, two inches away from my face while his friend is sitting right behind me. FIRST MISTAKE: I hate that, don't corner me, don't get in my fucking bubble, especially if I don't know you and especially if we're in a fucking bar in the fucking ghetto, I know what's up.

The guy points at my niece and asks me if I know her. I had no idea what was going on at the time, so all I saw was him pointing to the other side of the bar where all my friends were, I say "Yeah, I know all of 'em, and that's my niece. Second mistake: the guy says that I'm lying. Yes. I'm lying. Absolutely. No, dipshit, that is my fucking niece. Way to flirt with women.

The second thing that Jacob, as it turns out is the dipshit's name (I didn't know they named bowel movements these days), says to me is "so you can't hear huh?" Thank you captain obvious, actually my brain is programmed to tune out chlamydia-ridden gangster wannabes, that's why I can't hear you. But I like to diffuse situations, especially when alcohol is involved, so I'm playing nice because I know how these guys work and I can shut them down real fast.

He goes into the whole 'what's your name, how old are you....etc etc etc' line, standing two inches from my face while his wingman or whatever is still literally breathing down my neck. My favorite things that he said were:

yep...been working at it for 21 years now

You're not, dumbass, you're just being very stupid.



Then comes an exchange that I've never seen a man have the balls to say to me, which truly proves this guy was born to an alcoholic crackhead, that's the only excuse for this stupidity:

excuse me? That's a hell of a way to pick up a woman. I'm with my son-of-a-bitch boyfriend because he's a real man, not a dipshit that has to have a wingman at the bar and seriously thinks he can be pushy with women and get away with it because he thinks he's "hot". Fuck off, whore house miscarriage.

Shortly after he said that I pretty much shut it down and sent the guy his way, but not before he grabbed my hand and started telling me what 'soft skin I have'. Whatever.

The hubby knew what was up, but he lets me handle these things on my own unless I give him "the signal", so as soon as Dipshit walked away, hubby comes back over and gives me a kiss, just to make it obvious that I'm taken. THEN, whenever he walks away, I see him stop and come back and tell the wingman behind me "if you want to talk to her, you gotta look at her face, she's deaf"

Apparently the wingman was sitting behind me going "hey" over and over, maybe as a test to see if I'm really deaf or not, or to actually get my attention which is stupid in every way. Dipshit comes over and gets two inches away from the boyfriend's face and they talk for a minute and then I just hear my boy explode and say: "Yeah, that's my girl and I don't appreciate you fucking with her like that. If you want to talk to her, look at her face, and if she doesn't want to talk to you, then get out of her face.

(and I hate hate hate it when men ask another "is that your girl?" No motherfucker, I'm a girlfriend. I'm not his property, I'm his better half. Buuuuuut in this case I let it slide)

I really thought something was going to blow up because I know what happens iwhen everyone's been drinking and there's way too much testosterone in the air. But I also knew that if Dipshit took a punch, he was going to get hit back ten times harder because my boy may be scrawny, but he's got a mean punch and a bad temper along with a whole bunch of friends--most of which were there at the bar that night. And I think Dipshit realized that as well, because he grabbed his wingman, tossed off a 'fuck this faggot' halfassed insult and left. But not before the lady who owns the bar told them not to come back, ever.

So... moral of the rant:
I congratulate you if you came this far by the way. If you're going to hit on a girl at the bar, don't get in her space, don't tell her she's lying, back off when she tells you she has a man, don't think you're the baddest gunner in the room if you're not a regular--because you never know who really is. And for fuck's sake if you actually pull that shit, at least buy whatever woman you're hitting on a drink before you put her through your bullshit.

Normally I'm pretty confident in taking care of these things by myself but it's always nice to have the boy show that he's willing to defend me. It brings out the damsel in distress part that's hidden deep inside every girl out there.

He may be a pain in my ass but all in all he's my other half, my partner in crime, and the brawn to my brain.

I'm perfectly content to spend all day on my laptop, snuggled away in my little apartment. This schedule of mine has really taken a toll on me:

Four classes at college
Page editor on the newspaper (and NOTHING ever goes smoothly there)
a "real" job which consists of tutoring hellacious 3rd graders with no self-control
A full time boyfriend (I love him as much as he's a pain in my ass. Love is what keeps him from being smothered with a pillow while he sleeps, is this what having children is like?)

So I'm taking this Saturday off and I don't care if I'm in my pajama bottoms all day. Pooh-pooh!

My kitties are the cutest things ever:



We raked the leaves this morning, and Beowulf jumped right into a big pile. I was lucky enough to grab a few good pictures before he tore off into the alleyway on one of his wild daytime adventures.



and yes he is very much the mischevious bastard he seems







I've been trying to pick up a little reading-for-purposes-other-than-school again. It's sorta kinda working. Twitterville by Shel Israel and a psychology book concerning the 4 theatres of the brain (I'm too damn lazy to get up and look at the title) are my current reads. Non-fiction gets me hard.



But for now, I'm going to spend some of this pretty Saturday watching Season 4 of Buffy. I forgot how much I love this show and identify with it. Call me nerdy.