I Don't Like the Olympics

Admission...I don't like the Olympics.
I know this is shocking. It might be right up there with saying "I don't like bacon" or "I hate puppies", but it is true. Most people respond to this with a big, confused "What? Who doesn't like the Olympics?" It is more of a rhetorical question since they know darn well that I don't like the Olympics.

For sports enthusiasts, I can see the appeal. But what about people who lack the competitive spirit or patriotism that seems to be part of our core existence here in the USA? Well, the media has already thought of us...they try to get us with the human stories. The stories that try to tug at your heart strings. The stories of triumph over adversity. Ugh...that is my least favorite cliche that you can bet your last dollar the lovely Katie Couric will try to hypnotize us with over the next 14 days.

The only loophole in this whole anti-Olympic story is that as a little girl, winter Olympics fell under the same category as the Miss America or Carol Burnet show. Like these examples, I was likely to watch anything that might have a costume or evening gown with sequins or fringe. The ice skating or ice dancing fed my love of the sparkly. But even in time, beauty pageants and ice skating has lost its flare with me.

What it comes down to is this...I don't care. I don't care who wins. I don't care about the human stories. I don't care about the fireworks. I don't care about the ceremonies. For some, the Olympics are like crack. They can't get enough. They search out a fellow Olympic lover only to relive the glory of last nights speed skating victory or the defeat by the underdog team. Like the channels...and there are many of them this year...I simply avoid these Olympic lovers. I think people should be identified as OL...Olympic Lovers or AO...Anti-Olympics. That way, I wouldn't be shamed everytime I have to tell someone that I am not into the Olympics.

Conversation of the Week

Handsome Man: Can you help me find a few books? (Hands list of 13 books to Clever Borders Girl)

Clever Borders Girl:Sure. Right this way.

Clever Borders Girl hands the business, leadership, and inspirational self-help books from Handsome Man's list. While in the Business section, the conversation continues...

Handsome Man: (Hands Jack Welch's book Winning to Clever Borders Girl.) You should read this.

Clever Borders Girl: Well, I actually read more fiction and literature.

Handsome, yet Jerk of a Man: Well, if you read this, you wouldn't be working here.

Ouch.

Say You Want a Revolution

Tim owns an XBox. Although I usually fall deeply in love with any type of technology, I have never cared for the XBox that Tim enjoys so much. I don't care to shoot things. I don't care to score the hockey goal. I have never been interested in spending my time with trolls and elves while trying to through a golden ring into a volcano. Yet, I believe that the XBox and myself may have found some common ground.

The other day, I was searching for some gift ideas for Tim when I discovered this game called Karaoke Revolution for Xbox. To me, it looks like the glue to mend this chasm that has developed between the Xbox and myself. First, this game has everything I like.

1. A Microphone
2. Song lyrics that bounce across the screen.
3. I can earn points for singing.
4. I can do this at home with friends or more pathetically, by myself.

Even better, you can download songs from XBox live to add to your Karaoke Revolution when you tire of the songs on the disc. I think I will pine for this purchase until I can no longer stand it and MUST buy it.

Mike

Last Monday evening, I received a phone call from a friend to tell me that our friend Mike had passed away. Mike had contacted Spinal Meningitis. Along with my friends, we experienced a new kind of sadness with losing Mike. It would be easy to say, “Mike was too young to die”. It would be a true statement. But, I like to think that Mike lived a full life. A life full of family and friends. I think Mike modeled for me how to live a good life.

HOW TO LIVE A GOOD LIFE IN 29 YEARS
Always Dance. Disco, 80's tunes, country, polka, the chicken dance. Have a few favorites like "Shake Your Bootie" and "Dancing with Myself". Grab your friends and never let them say no because they will be glad they danced.

Laugh Liberally. There can be humor in everything and every laugh can be loud and memorable. Never take yourself or your friends too seriously because there are plenty other things in life that can be serious.

Give. Give your time. Give your kindness. Give of your spirit so that you are a model of generosity to your friends, family, and strangers.

Enjoy the Little Things. A big plate of spaghetti. A new CD. Your favorite shirt. A good nap. Be happy that you have all this joy in your life and don't take it for granted because these things can make your life better than it was a moment before.

Be Nice. Can it be this simple? I think it can be. You can’t control what other people do or say, but you can be the person that shows compassion.

Be Authentic. Live the life that was given to you. Life isn’t prescribed, but rather created from scratch with your own style and beauty. Don’t be afraid to be yourself, but be elated to be yourself.

Change. Life is not about staying in one place, but instead, move forward and evolve. Keep your eyes open for that opportunity to make a ‘fresh start’. It might just be sitting right in front of you.

Remember and Revere. Think about your past. Revere where you came from and recognize that your childhood, your adolescence, your adulthood are all pieces to your own humanity.

Patience and Loyalty

I won't be around for a few days. I will be busy. I love my blog, but I have a lot to do and take care of right now. Please be patient and all will be explained in days to come. Check back on Friday or Saturday. Hopefully, you will see my return.

Television Shout Out

How can a person feel so completely unfulfilled and satisfied at the same time? Well, I believe it is possible because that is exactly what I would describe as I completed The Office, BBC style. It just doesn't seem right to have only two seasons of such a funny show. The only way I can make myself feel better would be to buy both seasons and the specials. Seriously, what is wrong with me that I become so attached to television series. Maybe this is why I don't watch a lot of movies because I would be attached to every quality movie that came along and I would have to buy too many movies. There is something about getting my grubby hands on my favorite things.

The Office falls into the category of "Through the Hand Televsion". I usually have my hand on my face because I cannot believe what is actually happening on the screen. I am so embaressed and laughing so hard that I usually have to watch the episode twice so I can watch it once the shock value has worn off.

I sort of force my television shows on my friends for two reasons. It helps me gauge their entertainment intelligence. Do they appreciate humor that isn't spoonfed to them? Also, I want someone to discuss these shows with. I relied on my friends Jodi and Amy for some time and we are almost up-to-date on shows. There are exceptions to these television relationships. Both Jodi and Amy recommended Lost, but I just couldn't get into it. I have recommended Arrested Development to Jodi and she didn't dig it like I did. So, this week, I have pimped out my Six Feet Under and Nip/Tuck with the hope that I have addicted two other friends. It never gets old to discuss The Office, Nip/Tuck, Sopranos, and Six Feet Under. I am considering a new television frenzy. Any suggestions?

Clothes Mouse

I am amazed at what a turn my wardrobe has taken in the last six months. I still love shopping and dressing well, but it seems that I am now wearing a lot of jeans and cotton shirts instead of nice dress pants and pressed shirts.

It just isn't in the cards for me now that I am in the preschool. I will have several 'clean' days in a row when I come home as tidy as I left. Then, I make the mistake of wearing something a little nicer than a cotton long-sleeved shirt and my arms are covered in blue paint. The Borders gig isn't much better for dressing well. I wear jeans and shirts that I will be able to stretch and move in while I am reaching for DVDs and books. I have to carry big boxes so I don't want to wear anything that could be snagged or stained from the dirtiness of these boxes.

I don't believe things will improve when I start teaching kindergarten. I will have my teaching clothes and my real-life clothes. The line used to be more blurred than this.

Sara-Borders Ranger

See this guy? I did.

I swear that some entity in the sky is looking down on me and knows exactly what I think will be funny. Of course it would crack me up to be sitting outside of Borders with my friends as one of them enjoys her smoke break when all of the sudden Chuck Norris of Walker-Texas Ranger fame walks out. I wouldn't have enjoyed this celebrity sighting anymore if it was some A-List celebrity like Brad Pitt, but I enjoy a B-List celebrity so much more.

He walked out and looked at us. We looked at him. We looked at each other and I said, "Um. I think that was Chuck Norris." We all burst out laughing. Just the absurdity of that statement cracks me up.

I wanted someone in Borders to come up to me and say, "Did you see Chuck Norris?" just so I could respond with, "No, Chuck Norris saw me." I think a little self-importance is crucial in my lifelong attempt at keepin' it real.

Would You Rather?

One of my favorite games to play with people is WOULD YOU RATHER. This is a game that is reserved only for the friends that I know have a psyche as twisted as my own. Few people would spend mental energy thinking and contemplating the impossible...or is it more the improbable...because, it could happen.

As you would guess, a proper game of WOULD YOU RATHER consists of three categories...

1. Unfortunate Choices-An example of an unfortunate choice would be "Would you rather have two little legs hanging from your chin or a little butt as a forehead?" Both would be unfortunate, but you have to choose.

2. Tough Choices-An example of a tough choice would be "Would you rather go on a date with Bruce Springsteen or Neil Diamond?" Both are fantastic and completely opposite, but both offer fascinating options. Ooooo...tough one.

3. Have-To Choices-An example of a have-to choice is something gross or cringe-worthy..."Would you rather have bad breath all of the time or fart every two minutes?" Yes, you have to choose one.

Some people have difficulty with this game because they think that if they answer, they are revealing a part of themselves. Well, yes, that is the point. You are either into Bruce or Neil. Yes, you might be judged by your answer, but you MUST answer. The best part of this game are the justifications. People have the craziest reasons why they choose one thing over another. Some might say they would fart every two minutes because they could just walk away, but come on...people are going to catch on. But if you have chronic bad breath, you could just be shy...or selectively mute.

The best version of WOULD YOU RATHER is when you are with a group of close co-workers or close friends because you can make it personal. You can use people that everyone knows. You can draw on past experiences. A veteran of this game will facilitate the questions and sit back and listen to the answers and avoid all answering of the questions themselves.

So, today, in the spirit of the 'game', I offer you WOULD YOU RATHER...

1. Would you rather wear Michael Jackson's bedazzled glove for one week without any explanation to your co-workers EVER or do the Moondance with a turn every time a phone rang for one week without any explanation to anyone EVER?

A Wonder Woman?

I am not sure where I developed this immune system of steel, but I think it is being tested like it has never been tested before. In my five years of teaching elementary school, I am proud to say that I have only taken one and a half days of sick leave. In my one year of teaching preschool, I had to take one day and I blame it on the Genuardi's salad bar...but that is another story.

My point...preschoolers have very little care or control over bodily functions during cold season. If they have to sneeze, they don't try to hold it in. They let it fly. Where it lands, one can only hope for the best. Today, I had a surprise on my sleeve. I looked down and found some sort of fluid that I believe came from a four year olds nose. I have no idea how long it had been there.

I understand that little ones pick their nose, and I always try to educate them on how that is not a healthy or clean habit to start. Some listen and some do not. It is just too delicious. Then, of course, they want to hold your hand.

I believe if I can get to May without developing some sort of major sinus infection, strep throat, or major case of the colds, I have proven that I am a germ fighting machine and whatever flows through my veins should be bottled and sold for a high price.

An Observation

We sell calendars at the bookstore. Some of these calendars are the type that have beautiful flowers or famous celebrities, but some are the type that show women who are not wearing a lot of clothing...maybe one piece...maybe none. These are also the calendars that the plastic has been ripped off so that the buyer can see what they might be buying. Of course, they never buy the calendar. They just want to look at it.

So, yesterday, as I was walking by the calendar section that is right next to the Children's Department...yes, that is disturbing in itself... I found a young girl entranced in the Philadelphia Eagles Cheerleaders calendar. She just stared at this calendar. She glanced around her to check if anyone was going to move the calendar. It was if she knew that this calendar should not be where it was on display...facing the Children's Department. She continued to stare at it as if she was seeing an adult female body for the first time. This girl was about eight or nine years old. Finally, she ran to her mom who was busy browsing the travel section. She pointed to the calendar and her mom didn't even look up to see what she was talking about. So, the girl ran back to stare at the front of the calendar again...for about five more minutes.

Funny how she was so close to thousands of children's books and she chose to stare at the lingerie calendar of the Philadelphia Eagles Cheerleaders. It was like we were giving her permission to do something that she had a feeling she wasn't supposed to look at. I am not a prude and I am not against these types of nudity, but maybe we should put some sort of proximity between innocence and the other stuff.

A Good Time

I had a great weekend. My friend Marisa came to visit me. Whenever Marisa is around, I tend to laugh and laugh and laugh. The girl is funny! She has this amazing way of living that says without using words, "Life is about living! Have fun! Laugh! Enjoy each other!"

Taking a lesson from my friend Amy, we followed the theme of "Do What You Cannot Do in North Dakota"! We had some amazing Italian food on Friday night in a beautiful restaurant in my neighborhood. The setting was quite nice. One cannot go to an Italian restaurant without indulging in a bite or two of tiramisu.

Marisa helped me pick out some window shears from a woman who makes all of her goods using materials from India. She not only uses the materials, but makes them in India because she feels the most creative when she is there. The colors were so rich, I couldn't resist. I can't wait to hang them and enjoy them. My living room is fast becoming my favorite room in the apartment because it is just so cozy. Check out her website at Padmini Design.

Sunday morning, we got up at the crack of dawn to get to the train station on time. We had to get to the Chinatown bus station in order to catch our bus to New York City. I am so glad to have this convience. It was so reasonable. $20 round trip! It dropped us off in Chinatown in New York where we stopped at the Cup and Saucer for some grilled cheese while we waited for Amy to come and meet us. She showed us the shopping on Canal Street in Chinatown where they sell knockoff handbags and other goods. The men would sneak us in the back to buy handbags. I didn't buy one, but it was an experience.

We had some more Italian food in Little Italy. For a day trip, we had a fantastic time! However, we did get on the wrong bus home...it was heading to Washington, D.C. We realized this in time and found the right bus.

UGH...I am Blog Blocked

Keeping up a blog is difficult. Some start. Some fail. I have been able to maintain this blog for awhile, but to be honest, I am faultering. I am suffering from the worst bout of Blogger's Block that I have ever had. I am not sure what has come over me. So, today is an attempt by me to create some momentum. I want to start writing and keep writing about things that matter and things that don't matter and somewhere in between.

First, I am taking my friend Marisa on an adventure this weekend. We will be taking the Chinatown bus from Philadelphia to New York City. People have asked me why it is called the Chinatown bus and it is simply because it takes you from Chinatown in Philadelphia to Chinatown in NYC.

This weekend will also be filled with new adventures for me since I will be taking Marisa to a few restaurants that I have not tried and few old favorites that I have tried.

Three Little Memoirs

I can't tell you how disappointed I am by this whole Million Little Pieces controversy. If you are not familiar, let me give you the short story. James Frey wrote a book about drug addiction and alcoholism. He writes about recovery and redemption. He writes about the ugliness and equality addiction has on a human.

Then, it is revealed that all his facts may or may not be truthful. This doesn't change how I view the book, but it changes my motivation for reading the book. You see, I had this literate plan. I was going to work my way through a variety of literary genres. January was going to be "Messed Up Memoir Month". I was going to read A Million Little Pieces and Running with Scissors. Also, I was going to read The Year of Magical Thinking...probably not as messed up, but still a memoir.

Actually, I don't really care. It was still an interesting book, but I found out about this controversy with only ten pages left in the book. I am not one of the millions that claim this to be the best book. It is an easy book to read. It reads quickly. It is pretty graphic in the beginning with its vomiting and detoxing, but I still think it is worth a read. It helped me understand the compulsion of addiction.

If you have any "Messed UP Memoirs" to recommend, please do.

Thoughts for the Morning

Since I have been putting a new health plan into action, I was reflecting on some of the excuses and rules that have brought me to this less than healthy place. I won't bore you with some of the obvious, but here are some ideas that I will work to overcome. I know I have spoken to a few of you personally about this venture, but I will be 30 years old in nine months. I want to be a healthy 30 year old. Some people have told me that I am just fine the way I am, but really, I am not. I don't want to turn out to have high cholesterol, chronic pain, higher risk for a number of diseases. This isn't all about vanity.

I Deserve It!
Somewhere along the way, I have come to believe that because I had a difficult day, week, month, I deserve to overeat. Food has always been something that I enjoy and sometimes more than another person, yet why do I have to sabotage myself by saying "I Deserve It!"? I am going to try to replace this behavior with something non-caloric. Maybe I can deserve a magazine or new book. Maybe I should replace the word DESERVE for the word NEED. For example, I NEED a good nights rest. I NEED some fruit with me meal tonight. Just thinking...

I'll Start Exercising Tomorrow
It is such a funny thing. I used to be quite active in high school with a number of physical activities, yet now, I could care less about it. I can always justify exercising tomorrow. Yet, whenever I walk on the treadmill for 30 minutes, I feel good. Hmmm...a smarter person would make a connection between this exercise and feeling good! So, I have started to think of my morning walk like a necessity like taking a shower. I wouldn't leave the house without showering so I wouldn't leave the house without exercising.

I'm Overweight, but I'm Happy
I have justified my happiness as an excuse not to get into shape. Just because I am not the type of woman who is sad and down doesn't mean that I can't be healthy. I am happy and healthy emotionally. I want to be healthy on a physical level too. I can imagine how sad I would become if someday I went to the doctor and was told that I had some problem based on being overweight.

So, these are my thoughts for the morning.

Blog Quiz

So, blog quizzes are a dime a dozen, but I think we are all self-absorbed enough to take a dozen for just a mere dime. Recently, I took this quiz. I like to think that no matter what has been happening in my life, the core of my personality is still in tact. This little quiz speaks to this idea.

You Have a Phlegmatic Temperament

Mild mannered and laid back, you take life at a slow pace. You are very consistent - both in emotions and actions. You tend to absorb set backs easily. You are cool and collected. It is difficult to offend you. You can remain composed and unemotional. You are a great friend and lover. You don't demand much of others. While you are quiet, you have a subtle wit that your friends know well. At your worst, you are lazy and unwilling to work at anything. You often get stuck in a rut, without aspirations or dreams. You can get too dependent on others, setting yourself up for abandonment.

What Temperment Are You?

Job #1: Half-Hearted Nurse Never Wanna-Be

I thought I would write about some of the jobs that I have had in my short lifetime...

Always the do-gooder, I refused to do the typical high school job when I entered the job force. You wouldn't see me flipping burgers or scanning groceries. No sir.

My official title was High School Co-Op. Sounds like an apartment rather than some young girl who walks around the orthopedic wing of the local hospital trying her best not to wake any of the patients as she took their blood pressure and vitals. I did a variety of tasks, yet the favorite activity was filling the cabinets in the rooms. I knew I was not made out to be a nurse when I realized I enjoyed folding the towels in the cabinet more than helping the patients. It was weird though. I would be working and I would walk into a room and there would be someone from my high school and I would have to take his vitals. I would have to help her eat her supper. I would have to wash his hair.

I earned quite a reputation for my ability to wash people's hair as they lay in their hospital beds. I also was sturdy enough to help move patients with the orderlies. In the course of one week, I experienced two events that solidified that I would be leaving the medical profession never to return unless I was the person lying in the bed. I walked into room 312 hoping to take the vitals and the patient was covered with a blanket. I walked out and the look on my face must have said, "Whoa. That lady is dead!" The nurse apologized for not telling me and they were just waiting for her to be moved. Heck, I worked on the orthopedic wing. People didn't die there, I thought...they just moaned, screamed, and cursed their body with every move they made.

Finally, a nurse came up to me a few days later to tell me about some 'procedure' that was happening that I could watch. I had no interest. She was shocked. I wasn't. I am not into that whole blood and cutting and blood. So, I gave my two weeks and wondered how I had worked at the hospital for a year and a half. A few days later, I was turning applications at ice cream and grocery stores hoping to be a regular high school kid with a job,.

Chair Up.

Okay, I am going to try to redeem myself from the toilet themed post from yesterday...

I bought a new piece of furniture the other day. Granted, we live in a pretty small apartment, but it seems that we needed more sitting room. I am one of those people that will stand before I sit on the floor at a party or gathering. I have done my fair share of sitting on the floor in my line of work...pretzel style, of course. So, I thought I would give chair hunting one more try. The rules of this hunt were simple.

1.) Chair must be lean and small.
2.) Chair must be of a neutral or natural color to match deeply loved red couch.
3.) Chair must be comfortable sans ottoman because no matter how much we would like to put our feet up after a hard half days work, we have no room for pampering the feet in that manner.
4.) Chair must be reasonable. Of course, this is subjective, but I know what it means.

I had my eye on a few chairs before the Christmas season and I would like to say that I am shopping savvy enough to have thought to myself, "I'll wait until after Christmas and they'll be on sale." But I didn't...but to my lucky surprise, they were all on sale! So, I bought the one shown here.

To this point, I have spent about three hours sitting in the chair. I have read many chapters from the book Million Little Pieces...a popular book that I think everyone on this planet has read except me. I have enjoyed a cocoa while chatting with my husband. I have talked on the phone in my new cozy, lean, small, sans ottoman, reasonable chair.

Number Two

I want to discuss something that is a little private, but as the famous book says, "Everybody poops". A phenomenon, really...or more of a mystery.

I usually leave topics of bodily functions out of the daily blog, but this is such a curious topic that I would like some opinions. Don't feel embarrassed about it, "Everyone poops". Let's not assume that this is a new low at the Midwestern Position.

I was walking in a craft store with my friend Marisa when she had to use the restroom. She made the comment that craft stores always make her have to go to the bathroom. I agreed and added that I usually have to use the restroom when I am looking at cards at a Hallmark store. We tried to come up with a connection between the two that would yield such a strong reaction from the both of us. We decided that it must be the paper products. Then, my theory gained strength when another friend told me about her need to use the restroom when she goes to the bookstore. Again...PAPER PRODUCTS! I bet I could test my conclusions if I went to a party store where they sell paper plates and cups. Maybe the Staples would be a good lab environment for this paper and pooping theory. What do you think?

Who is Andy Reid?

I've been told that local celebrities come into our little Borders, but it wasn't until tonight that I saw one with my own eyes.

I was pushing a big cart of cardboard boxes out the doors to throw them in the garbage when a big man opened the door for me. I was followed out by a different man and he turned to me and said, "Hey, was that Andy Reid?" I replied with a shrug. At first, I had no idea who this "Andy Reid" guy was, but then it all came back to me when I saw the man again. He is the Philadelphia Eagles head coach. I think it was the black leather jacket with the Eagles emblam on it, but I recognized the man as the guy who is always on the local news being harassed by local sports reporters. I would place this as my second celebrity sighting in my life. Second only to seeing Jane Seymour of Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman fame at a McDonalds in Time Square!

My co-worker Charles told me the story about when he helped M. Night Shyamalan find The Polar Express. I've been told that M. thinks that he is 'mystically connected' to this part of Philadelphia and that is why he films all of his movies in the area.

Just another interesting thing about my life here in Philly.

Song Beneath the Song

You know those great songs that you hear while you shop your local GAP or Banana Republic? Well, I just realized...it is probably someone's job to choose these songs. Sure, one could say that the songs are just part of the satellite radio that the store has purchased, but I don't believe that. Because with stores like the GAP and all the other sweater pushing retail stores, the songs are just as much a part of their image as the denim-lined walls that cover their store.

So, who gets to do this job? I believe it might just be the perfect job for me. Not that I am in the market for a new job because I already have one ready for August, but wouldn't it be great. I know that many people would appreciate this line of work.

I think a person would have to need the following qualities to be the MIX MASTER for any and all of the clothing retail stores...
1. Must have spent at least two hours creating "The Perfect Mix".
2. Must have changed "The Perfect Mix" because after two play throughs, the songs just didn't get across what you were trying to get across...whether it be "Let's Party!", "It's Fun to Be 29", or "Look on the Brightside".
3. You must have a wide range of musical tastes. For example, you must know who Tammi Terrel (Motown), Thelonious Monk (Jazz), Nick Drake (Folk), and Miss Beyonce (R&B) are and introduce them to the world as they shop for puffy vests.
4. Must dig sitting at the computer listening to tunes and searching for tunes and thinking about tunes and singing to tunes and then, listening to tunes again.
5. Must appreciate music and its ability to make life better..from shopping to walking to just standing still.

I'll Take a Beer...Heavy on the Birch

I know a lot of my friends and family check in with the blog to see how things are going in Philadelphia. So, I will make it a point in 2006 to educate you about all things Philly. Some things that I learn can be applied, found, and appreciated all over this country. Others can only be found around these parts.

Today's Philly specialty is Pennsylvania Dutch Birch Beer. Despite its name, Pennsylvania Dutch Birch Beer is not alcoholic, but a cousin of the much loved Root Beer. Or, as I like to say..."I'll take a beer...heavy on the Root."

Like everything else in Pennsylvania, it claims to be the oldest soft drink in the county and it probably is. I am not sure if Birch Beer can be found anywhere else. I am assuming it can be found, but I recommend giving it a try. Birch Beer has a carbonated goodness that makes it a soda, but it has a peppermint kick to it. I think it is definitely an acquired taste, but I like it. I place it in the category of Ginger Ale, Root Beer, and a bottle of chocolate milk...not an everyday treat, but rather, an every now and then treat.

Best of 2005...Sara Style

This is my version of the BEST OF...just like all the magazines! However, my list has no scientific evidence to base its opinions. Just my simple version of the truth in 2005. As for 2006, I look forward to a new year with excitement for my new job to begin in August, several trips to the midwest being planned, and turning 30.

Best Albums of 2005
Another Run Around the Sun by Ben Taylor
Catching Tales by Jamie Cullum
Plans by Death Cab for Cutie
Get Behind Me Satan by The White Stripes

Best Trip of 2005
Cross Country Trip To PhiladelphiaEven though it has been quite an adjustment for me, I know that we are lucky to have so much opportunity. It was exciting to travel together and start something completely new together. There are so many people who wish they could make a fresh start and we did. Granted, we didn't really need a fresh start, but I can say that it has been good for us.
Runner Up: Midwest Airline Trip to Iowa...Remember the warm baked cookies?!

Best New Toy of 2005
My Smart Lime Green Mini iPod I love it. I love it. I love it. It makes me happy when nothing else can. Not simply because it is lime green and very smart, but because it is all mine. It carries all of my music. Most of the music means something to me. It reminds me of people and places of importance. My time on airplanes has greatly improved since purchasing my ipod.

Best Secret Skill of 2005
Amazing alphabetizing and Shelving Skills Actually, I am sure many people could do this job. However, I would like to say that I get great joy out of alphabetizing and shelving DVDs. There is something about finding just enough space for the movie. Making the shelves look nice and having an empty cart to roll to the back of the store. It is sort of like a game to me. And I am always the winner.

Best Movies of 2005 That I Haven't Seen
Usually, I have seen many movies that I can place into this category, but this year, I haven't been to the theater much. So, this is the list of movies that I still need to see and might place them in this category.
Good Night, Good Luck
Brokeback Mountain
Narnia
Walk the Line

Best Feats of Strength of 2005
Five PRAXIS Exams Finally completed, the PRAXIS exams have been the thorn in my ass for months. I have passed them with flying colors and can't wait until I have that allusive Pennsylvania Teaching License in my hand.
RUNNER UP: Going two weeks without internet in August when we first moved here.

Just Say No

See this? This right here is the last time you will see me eating McDonalds until 2007.

I have made a promise to myself to not touch the stuff in the year 2006. There are many reasons for such a bold committment. First, I want to acknowledge that Wes, a high school pal, told me that he had not had McDonalds in 2005 when I saw him at the high school reunion. Wow. I was impressed with his abstinence from the golden arches. It didn't occur to me until Tim and I started discussing what we could change in order to be healthier human beings. I said, "We should stop eating at McDonalds." Tim was not interested in this venture, but I recalled Wes and his decision to not eat McDonalds in 2005. Right then and there in the airport, I declared 2006 a McDonalds free year!

In nine months, I will be thirty years old. I would like to be as healthy as I possibly can be. This means so much more than a weight thing. This means that I will drink eight glasses of water a day. This means that I will do my yoga to help with my chronic hip and joint issues. This means that I will walk on my treadmill five days a week. This means I will go to bed at a reasonable time rather than stay up late to do nothing important. This means...no McDonalds.

You might be asking, "Why McDonalds? You could just go to Burger King." Actually, I couldn't. In my neighborhood, we only have a McDonalds. It is not one of those places that have fast food joint after joint. So, if I take this one thing out of the equation, it is not even an option for me.

Our Memphis Christmas

We've returned from another Christmas with our family. In the past five years of marriage, no Christmas is ever the same. 2005 is no exception. With all of the tradition, we've been lucky enough to experience new events to make each Christmas stand out from the others. Christmas 2005 was the Christmas when we went to Joe and Ellie's house for the first time. Joe, Tim's brother, and Ellie, his wife, were the perfect hosts. From beginning to end, they kept our stomachs full of delicious treats and savory meals. We played lots of Scrabble, Trivia, and watched lots of football. Tim's parents were there too so it was some great family time.

Along with the traditional Christmas activities, we experienced Memphis sites. The Peabody Hotel allowed us to see just how frenzied a group of people can get over five little ducks and a pond. If you know about the Peabody Ducks, then you know how these little ducks live in the beautiful hotel and make their enterance every morning on a red carpet and into the duck fountain for guests and tourists to enjoy. It was at the Peabody Hotel that I think I discovered my first "stiff drink"...you know the type...the type that JR Ewing might have poured after a hard day of digging for oil. I had no idea what I was ordering and I thought I would take a risk. Turns out that I enjoyed a scotch and soda. I drank it and felt quite warm afterward.


Since Memphis is the home of The Blues, we had dinner at BB King's restraurant on Beale Street. Ribs! Ribs! Ribs! And Sides! Everyone enjoyed the ribs with exception to Tim. I didn't want him to miss out on the experience so I shared some of my ribs with him after he finished his enormous pulled pork sandwich. Unfortunately, there wasn't live music that evening at the club, but they were playing one of my favorites, Al Green, during dinner. I am looking forward to the next trip to Joe and Ellie's!

Casino

I went to a casino in Tunica, Mississippi yesterday. Casinos are a funny thing. No matter where you are...Las Vegas, Minnesota, or Tunica, the minute you step inside those doors, they are all the same. I always feel a little guilty when I go to casino. I feel like an enabler to the addicts like I am saying, "What you do is okay because I am doing it too". I try to stick to the penny and nickel machines since I accept long before I enter the casino that I am not there to win money, but rather loose my money.

The kind of gambling that I do at the casino takes no skill or thought, just a way to waste time until Tim comes and finds me and tells me that he has lost at the Blackjack table.

I am not offended or turned off by casinos or gamblings. I find them facinating in all their gawdiness and misplaced hope. Where else can you go where smoking is so revered that they place ashtrays in the restroom stalls? They bring you free drinks. They make the slot machines sound charming with their bells and rings in order for you to have no idea if your machine is winning or not.

It seems that I might be a bad gambler since I never win, but I think that make me a good gambler because I rarely return. They won the battle, but I won the war.

Customer Cream of the Crop

I wouldn't want to think of myself as a close-minded person that pigeon holes people into labels or cliches, but sometimes I simply cannot help myself. When a person works in the retail world at this time of the year, she gets to not only participate in this madness, but also observe. Little do these frantic shoppers know that they are being used to amuse me when I am knee deep in DVDs. For those of you who have little experience in the retail heaven, let me educate on the breeds of folks that seem to come to my store. For those of you who live and breath the retail hell, you can relate and probably add to this list.

The Zombie-She is like a deer in the headlights, but instead of headlights, it is a display of DVD television box sets. Who can blame her. TV box sets are so much more demanding on a last minute shopper's psyche. She had no idea that she would have to choose between seasons! One to Ten for Friends! Should I buy season One or Two of Arrested Development? Oh My GOD! Felicity! THEY ALL LOOK THE SAME! How is she supposed to know which season her teenage daughter wants to own more than anything else this Christmas. This is when I step in to break the zombie trance to offer my wisdom and suggestions in all things television.

The Rumpmaster-This is the customer who not only uses her hands to gather items that cannot be lived without, but elbows, feet, and headbutts if the need arises. Even though she thinks she is being smooth without anyone taking notice, she tries to make her way to the nearest Borders employee using nothing less than her big rump. Yes, the rump can make for a nice wedge between people when there is crap to buy. When this much body is involved in the shopping experience, those books and DVDs are bound to fall to the ground. Now, who is going to help this customer if she just finished wedging herself to the front of the line. Be careful with this strategy!

The MOST IMPORTANT PERSON IN THE WORLD-He is under some holiday delusion that he is allowed to wait until there are only two shopping days left and he should be allowed to treat everyone around him like garbage. He lets the Borders employees know he is there by saying, "Um. Um. Excuse Me! Can I get some help????" when there is obviously three people ahead of him. Sometimes, this person mistakes what normal people who were not raised by wolves know as appropriate social cues. Like, "Who was next in line?" He takes as, "Well, I am very important and I waited too long and now I WANT HELP WHEN I WANT IT! I don't care who was next. I AM NEXT!" Then, it boggles his mind when he is completely ignored for the three people in front of him.

The Hard-To-Please-She is not happy. Never. No matter what cartwheel you try to attempt in the middle of the bookstore. You gather her book, but she wants it in hardcover. (Sigh). You get her the calendar she wants, but the boxes are too small. (Sigh). You bring her the CD that she has requested, but she wants two and that is the last one. (Sigh). You show her the nice selection of datebooks and she goes after the one that is a little worn and it is the last one and you can't find one in the back. She huffs and says, "Well, I guess this will have to do." (Sigh). Then, it is time to check out and the line is too long. She turns to you and says, "Why is the line so long?" I have to fight every instinct to scream, "Well, if you didn't wait until the day before Christmas, you might not have to wait in this line and you have been happy with what you are choosing to purchase!!!!!!!" Oh, and of course, she doesn't thank you for your help.

The VERY Rare Beast called NICE CUSTOMER- He says 'thank you'. He says 'Happy Holidays'. He says 'It must be hard to work during the holidays here.' He is happy when I bring him the book that he requested. I want to hug him and ask him back to my apartment to have supper with Tim and me and become our new best friend. But instead, I go out of my way to get him everything on his list even if it means calling three more Borders stores because he is nice. And that makes the difference.

Advice

Note to self...

Don't start watching the television show LOST a day before you leave for a plane ride. It can be disturbing.

Sad Music Can Make You Sad

My ipod is a clever little machine. I clipped the ipod to my beltloop and started washing the dishes this morning. This was a distraction for me since I had spent the morning stewing and dwelling and thinking...three things that I am quite good at over the last four months. The dishes seemed like a good way to let me think about soap, suds, dishes, and drying rather than other stuff that seems to creep into my mind every so often.

It started off with some much needed upbeat pop music. A little Hall and Oates can go a long way for my psyche. I was enjoying "Private Eyes" and then, the clever ipod started a string of dreary, downer songs. It is my own fault. Along with my penchant for 80's Pop and 70's disco, I am a huge fan of the singer/songwriter who usually write songs with sad lyrics. So, here I am...washing dishes, trying not to think about things in a negative way, and the damn ipod won't go a long with the plan.

I searched for a playlist that would be appropriate for some mindless dishwashing and all I found were playlists created for friendship, inspiration, and Christmas. Even though Christmas is lovely, it just wouldn't do this morning.

So, I decided that this was my ipod's way to teach me a lesson. If I wanted upbeat, positive music, I would have to fill up the ipod with such choices. Sounds like a metaphor for life, huh?

My New Job

Okay, this big surprise is not a surprise to many of you because I have already told you.

After months away from my favorite profession, I was offered and I accepted a teaching position at a private school here. I will be teaching Kindergarten for the first time in my teaching career. This is a huge professional challenge. Some people look at Kindergarten like it is easy and should be all naps and playtime. I agree with some of that...the playtime thing. I think Kindergarten should be fun and social, yet I feel like I have the responsibility to make these children's first learning experience positive, healthy, and enjoyable everyday.

To prepare for this big change in teaching environments, I am doing a lot of research. I have been reading two books, but want to continue after that. I am attending a Kindergarten conference in March. I have begun planning my themes and units so that I have meaningful songs, poems, and learning activities.

So, that is my big news.

Stochastic...A Fancy Word for RANDOM

These are the random thoughts for the day...

Tomorrow, I start the last three days of work until I have five whole days off. Do you know the last time I had five whole days off? Well, it wasn't that long ago actually. It was WAY back in August when I just finished up three whole months off of work. In the next three days, I will deal with frantic holiday shoppers who have waited to the last minute for gift buying. I will also run into a few buyers who I will be able to find their items and they will be so appreciative...they might even hug me or the adult high-five. We'll see.

I did something really, REALLY embarrassing today. Too embarrassing to blog about. All I can say is that I am embarrassed and glad I am leaving the state for a few days.

I have been going through a bit of a dry spell when it comes to emails. On Saturday and part of Sunday, I didn't receive a single email. This is amazing since I am an email fanatic. I write lots of emails and love to receive them, but I think people are busy. Maybe this is it. Maybe this is how it is going to be. I have been through the allotted four months of adjustment and people are cutting me off.

Tonight, I will find out who THE CARVER is on Nip/Tuck. Oh, Man. I am so excited.

I have big news to announce on the blog, but not tonight. Another night. My show is almost on.

PS....It is not a HUGE announcement...most of you already know...just the strangers and a few others do not know. :)

A Holiday Rant

Has anyone else heard about this so-called "War on Christmas"? This might just be the most ridiculous media driven hype that I have heard in a long time. A few political pundits are so concerned that people are saying Happy Holidays rather than Merry Christmas.

What are they so worried about? First of all, Christmas is not the only holiday in the month of December so it is a good choice to use the term Happy Holidays. If you are so inclined to throw Christmas around in your vernacular, say Merry Christmas. I am 99% sure that no one is going to jump down your throat for this friendly gesture. For example, I was greeted several times in October with "Happy New Year". Of course, it wasn't the new year for me, but it was for many of my students' parents whose families celebrate Rosh Hashanah. I enjoyed receiving such kind words and I am pretty sure most people will agree. Secondly, it is a nice thing to say to someone. When else in the year do we greet anyone with anything than mundane phrases as "How are you?" or "Hello". I find it refreshing that we have permission to wish people "Happy Holidays". "Happy Holidays" is as good as "Merry Christmas", "Happy Hanukkah", or "Blessed Kwanzaa". It covers all that you want to say to someone.

People and the media are getting after retailers for taking the Christmas out of Christmas. The American Family Association is all up in arms with retailers who did not include the words "Christmas" in their advertisements this season. Who do they think they are!!! Do they think Christians have a monopoly on the family idea?! Terrible. They have this idea that they have been oppressed Christians for two hundred years in this country and they aren't going to take it anymore. I think it might be the other way around.

I love Christmas. It is one of my favorite times of the year. I am a big fan of all things Christmas, but I am not so self-absorbed to assume that everyone else loves it too. Or for that matter, celebrates Christmas. This should not be a time of year where we point out differences and throw around well-hidden bigotry. It should be a time where you celebrate Christmas/Hanukkah/Kwanzaa/Whatever You Choose with your family and be thankful. I think more people should say "Happy Holidays" to each other.

It Doesn't Hurt to Ask

Dear Santa,
I know that I haven't written in a long time and I know that the last time I did write, I included a lovely drawing of your house at the North Pole, but I have decided to draft a letter letting you know how good I have been this year.

I have been a patient girl. When I wanted to lay on the horn at drivers who don't seem to use traffic common sense, I simple cussed under my breath and cursed their vehicle. My patience has shown at my job when people have mistaken me for their personal shopper when I am a mere movie and CD shelver. They insist that I take their list that is about fifteen items long, run around the store and gather these items while they sit and have a leisurely read at the magazine counter.

I have been flexible. I understand that life is different now than a year ago. I know that my life has taken a different road than that of elementary school teacher. I have looked on the bright side of things and taken it all with a glance at the past and a stare at the future and asked myself, "What else can I do?" So, I find myself in a new job with new people and it is all very good for me. And I know that.

I have been friendly. I have reached out to new friends. I have reached out to old friends. I have maintained friendships and relationships with my family. I smile often and laugh liberally.

All that being said, Santa, it is time to get down to it. For Christmas, I would like...

- A refridgerator that dispenses Diet Coke rather than water.
- To stumble upon cheap airline tickets to visit friends and family.
- My friends and family to stumble upong cheap airline tickets to come and visit me.
- A proper scrapbooking store to open in my neighborhood.
- Health, happiness, and world peace to all.

All that sounds quite reasonable.

Long-Term Hair Plan

I know there will be several people that disagree with this decision, but I have to keep it real.

Starting today, I am beginning a long-term hair plan. I know what it will take. I also have the option to go back to the shorty-doo that I have sported for a good five years off and on. I have tried this plan in the past, about two years ago when I made a wager over a Miller Light and a quick clink of the glass.

Eventually, my hair gets to a point that it is unmanageable. When I say "unmanageable", I mean bumpy, yet straight. How is this possible? Great question. Well, I have terribly thick hair that people with thin hair say, "Oh, you have such nice, thick hair" but when you want to get through the awkward stages of a long-term hair plan, it can be the kiss of death.

I recently looked at a picture of me when I was in the throws of one such long-term hair plan. I had it pulled back with the age old hair tool, the navy blue bandana. Maybe...just maybe this was cool in 1995, but not in 2005. I need to learn to manage this hair in all of it's unwieldy stages. SO, once I get to a point where I need more than a hair dryer and some decent product, I will need to be diligent. Tireless.

Shopper VS. Seller

I have a whole new appreciation for the person on the other side of the cash register this Christmas season. Until this year, all my jobs besides teaching elementary school have been in the food/restraurant industry or some cushy university job. I had no idea the pressure and stress that could be placed on a person who's sole purpose is to provide the customer with that one and only special gift for their loved ones. I find myself doing things that I normally do not do.

I run to find that Bette Midler CD. I panic when I see that Sound of Music is sold out...again. I convince customers to buy the extended version of Lord of the Rings because it is completely worth it...or so my husband says.

However, with all these new retail experiences, I am also experiencing the oh-so-ugly side of Christmas shopping. In my small experience, I believe it is a 20:80 ratio. Twenty percent of customers are kind, thankful, and courteous during their shopping experience. Eighty percent are rude, abusive, and down right mean. I can understand that some retail workers are unpleasent too, yet when faced with a smiling and helpful worker, I would like to believe that a customer would behave the same.

BE PATIENT. Just because I work in a bookstore doesn't mean that I know EVERY SINGLE TITLE EVER WRITTEN. Last night as I was assisting another customer, a woman came up to me with the hope that I would be able to assist her with her 'quick question'. As I was bending down searching for a title in the stacks, she said to me, "I just have a quick question. Where is the book titled blah blah blah?" I had no idea and wouldn't have an idea until I was able to get to a computer to look the title up. However, that did not keep that customer from rolling her eyes at me and showing me her added disgust by sighing a deep and annoyed sigh.

BE PATIENT. Do people believe that they will be the only person holiday shopping when they leave their house on a Saturday afternoon? You would think so by their reactions to the other customers. I was helping a woman using the computer to look up the titles that she was looking for. As I did this, one customer kept walking around me, adjusting her body so she would appear larger. This was an attempt to get my attention because she needed help too. I noticed this and said, "I'll be with you right after I assist this customer". That acknowledgement did nothing to ease the customer's mind because she started to creep into me until she was hovering about three inches from my side. She was invading my space. She was either very curious about the other customer's books, really into me, or frantic that I would forget her.

BE NICE. Just because I make eye contact with you doesn't mean that I can help you at that moment. I was assisting another customer and answering some questions and I glanced at another customer who was waiting for me. As soon as I made eye contact, he took that his sign that it was his turn. I couldn't stop helping the first customer simply because the man was tired of waiting. So, I informed him that I could help him after I was finished addressing the other customer's questions. Roll of the eyes. Stomp of the foot. Finally, I was able to help him, but he wanted something that we were sold out of. As I suggested a few of his options, he kept interrupting me and bossing me around. "Call another store. Give me the phone. Go check the back." I was being very patient, but he kept bossing me around in a very, very rude way.

I can imagine that someone might leave a comment talking about incompetent retail workers and that is why they become rude or frustrated, but I am nice and have a clue so what are the excuses for this behavior? I have never behaved this way. But then again, I wasn't raised by wolves.

Pop Quiz

I created a quiz last November, but I thought I would try again. I have made the questions pretty easy to build your Sara SELF-ESTEEM. Good luck.

PS...You will have to leave an email address to take this quiz but you won't receive SPAM from it.

Take my Quiz on QuizYourFriends.com!

Wisdom Vs. Wisdom

Tim gave me quite a compliment today.

"If our neighborhood had an ice and snow scraping contest, I would put my money on my wife."

I felt some pride in his words. He is right. I would clean house on all of the men and women in this neighborhood. Most men take pride in the jobs their wives hold, the great roasted chicken recipe they make on Sundays, or the great shape in which they keep their bodies. However, Tim appreciates that I have not just an ounce, but pounds and pounds of common sense. He often says things like, "Man, I am glad you are not crazy," after watching some television show.

My stock was raised this afternoon as we returned from the grocery store to find quite a sight in front of our apartment. We are surrounded by intelligent graduate and law students from several of the private colleges and universities in our area. We can tell which school they attend by the conspicuous labels we see in their back windows that shout, "Hey, look at me...I go to a private college that is elite and special and completely overpriced!". However, no matter how smart and well-read a person is, nothing can take the place of innate logic.

A woman who fit the mold of graduate/law student was attempting to scrape her car. It had about a half a foot of snow on it. I might not have noticed had she not been using a huge metal shovel to do the scrapping. Now, any mentally sound midwesterner or life-long northeasterner would recognize the absurdity in this action. First, she was doing obvious damage to the beautiful slate-gray Volkswagon Passat that her wealthy father had bought her before he signed her tuition check. Can you imagine the scratches to not only the paint, but also the windows?

I said to Tim, "Should I help her? Should I give her advice?" He only said that I might get cussed out or she might accept it. I decided that I would let the young woman handle it. She continued to use a squeegy type device to scrape at her windows. Little did she know that just turning the car on and cranking up the defrost would aid in her quest, yet that did not occur to her.

So, here she is attempting to break the ice on her windshield with the end of the shovel. She eventually made her way into the car to go on her journey. All I can hope is that it took her to the nearest hardware store where she purchased a proper scraper and car brush.

Snow Day

I am not trying to sound North Dakota hearty, but I cannot believe we had a snow day! All the school districts are closed today. I woke up and looked out the window and saw about six to eight inches of thick, wet snow on the ground. That is a lot of snow, no one can argue with that. The timing of the snow was also a reason for the snow day. It snowed from 4 AM to 9 AM...right in time for a pleasent commute, right?

All this being said, I am not in Iowa or North Dakota where people have the attitude of 'it's fine'. If you can see some road or the hand in front of your face, you're going to school. Also, we don't have the small, tiny roads to plow. We build our roads big and spacious so there is room for busses, snowplows, cars, trucks, semis. We all drive on the ice in peace.

How To Be a Good Friend

I have the greatest friends. I have had some of my friends since I was thirteen years old. Some, I have had for only a few months, but I dig them all. You know, not everyone is a good friend. It takes skills. Some people come by these skills naturally and some acquire them because a connection is made and a friendship develops. I think I am a good friend, but I can do a better job. Here are some goals and advice to us all. I will try not to be too preachy. And...a few pictures of my friends.

Shout of the day...FRIENDS!

Give. Not an easy task. People are eithers givers or they are takers. We don't want to admit to ourselves that we are takers, but we can all fit into that category a few times. I hope that I am more of a giver than a taker. I give my ear when a friend needs a listener. I give a cookie if they need a snack. I give them a call if they need me. Some people would call me a sucker for being a giver and not always being given to, but no one ends up at the end of their lives and say to their loved ones, "Man, I wish I would have taken more from the ones that I love."

Maintain. It seems that making friends is easy. It is the maintaining of relationship that is difficult. Before you know it, they can wither and that person no longer knows everything in your life. They have no idea about your family, job, or passions. You hear from them on birthdays and Christmas. And all you feel in your heart is that bittersweet pang that is telling you, "I wish I still knew her/him. I wish she/he was part of my life. She/He brought something special to my life." I think this is the hardest piece of friendship because we all get busy, but it yields everything you put into it.

Laugh. I want friends that make me laugh. We can laugh at old stories, people, ourselves, movies, and ideas. We can consider ourselves the most clever people that we have ever met. Our cheeks can hurt after talking to one another because we smiled too much...is that possible? I want to laugh about the time when you fell asleep with a McDonald's hamburger in your hand because you had too much to drink that night. I want to laugh at the stories you tell about your crazy and quirky childhood. I want to laugh about how you used to drive a Camero.

Connect. I don't think it has ever been easier than right at this moment to connect. With email, cell phones, and text messages, a friend can connect with a friend in a short but thoughtful way. Doesn't it feel good to get a phone call, email, or note? After you read this blog, send an email to a friend that you want to let know that you are thinking of them tonight.

Listen. Not only to the words being said, but the words that are left unsaid. Sometimes friends want to just be with a friend without all the talk. Sometimes they just need someone to listen to their problems, adventures, or ideas without always making about the other friend. There are moments in life where friends are strong and there are moments in life where friends are weak. Just be whatever that friend needs you to be.

Rules I Live By

We all have this internal conversation with ourselves that help us get through each day. This voice inside us tells us the dos and don'ts of this life. I know a few people who live by a stricter set of rules than myself, but here are a few of my standard rules.

Rule #1
I never watch a movie that I already know the ending. For example, I have never seen Titanic , Pearl Harbor, Miracle, or The Passion because they are all based on true events. Yes, I know the directors and writer have spruced up the script with love stories and emotional moments, but basically, I know the ending. The boat sinks.

Rule #2
I do everything in my power to avoid Barbra Streisand. The worst song is "Jingle Bells". Have you heard it? It is terrible. I know some people adore her, so I usually just keep my thoughts to myself, but it is rule if I have control over the radio. I have few others on that list...Gloria Estefan, Def Leppard, and Mariah Carey.

Rule #3
I never make my bed. The only exception is when I am staying at someone else's house as a guest so I can appear as though I am a neat and tidy person.

Rule #4
I like chocolate, hot fudge, or caramel on my ice cream desserts. I detest fruit on my ice cream. It's not natural...it messes with the perfect consistancy that is created by the chocolate and ice cream mix. Also, I never get sprinkles because they do nothing for the flavor of the ice cream treat. Nuts are a different story.

Rule #5
As Jerry Seinfeld once said, "I get my coffee on the outside." Me too. I own a coffee maker, but I only break it out when my parents visit or I have guests that enjoy coffee. On all other occasions where I need coffee, I find the local coffee shop or convience store.

Rule #6
When given the choice on how I would like my Diet Coke, this is the ranking...Fountain Pop, Cold Can from Machine, Cold Can From Refridgerator, Cold Bottle from Store, Cold Bottle from Refridgerator. I know...I am a very comlex person.

Rule #7
It is perfectly acceptable to revolve your day around snacks. If you want to have a complete meal-free day, just have snacks.

Challenge Revisited

I am trying this again...there was trouble in bloggerland yesterday. Things just didn't seem to be working.

This is a picture with 75 bands symbolically shown. It is pretty interesting. I found 35 bands on my own. Use the link to view the photo in a larger format and you can get a better look. If you find a band, leave a comment and share it. But don't be too greedy and list a ton, just a few.

I'll start...Radiohead.

Sidewalk Chicken

Remember that scene in the movie Footloose when they are playing "Chicken" with the tractors and at the end a few of the actors yell, "Yee-Haw"? Okay. Now, replace the tractors with designer handbags and sidewalks and replace the "yee-haws" with an air of bother.

I think you now have an appreciation for the game of chicken that I play when I go shopping. Why is it that I am always the one to step aside or move so that there is room for us all on the sidewalks outside the shops? I don't recall this being an issue when I lived in ND or Iowa because I always shopped in large malls with lots of room. Here, I can be found shopping at the shops that have beautiful window displays with very narrow sidewalks to view such windows. Yet, when I walk down the sidewalk with Tim at my side and we see another pair approaching us, we like to predict if we will move of if they will move. It is always up to me to play CHICKEN because Tim will always move aside...such a gentleman. He likes to say things like, "Doesn't look good" or "I think you are going to lose this one, Sara." And, he is usually right.

These women and MEN! Rarely step aside. I am not sure why. I know why I move. I move because it is polite. I move because it is awkward not to move. I move because there is not enough room for everyone to walk side by side...that would leave four across and there is not room. We counted how many people stood strong with this game of CHICKEN. TEN! Ten out of eleven did not move to the side. I give them plenty of time to step aside. When we are playing the game, I wait until the very last minute to move to give them plenty of opportunities to step aside.

Amazing.

We've All Been There

10. Having to think long and hard about beverage choice. You can't drink milk because it will only make the phloem worse. You don't want to drink Diet Coke because it has no soothing qualities to it when you feel as though your throat has been ripped to shreds. Because your throat is ripped to shreds, the orange juice burns. Hot tea makes your mouth very dry. It leaves with water.

9. At some point, your teeth turn red from too many wild cherry menthol cough drops. I guess it isn't too bad. Now your teeth match the red in your eyes that has been caused by lack of sleep and that terrible dryness.

8. Something is terribly wrong when you prefer the smell of Vicks Vapor Rub to anything else in the world. You crave it only because your right nasal cavity is no longer functioning.

7. You find yourself holding onto your ear like you are an infant, but no matter how much pressure you place on that ear, it still hurts.

6. Every pair of pants that you pull out of the laundry hamper has a minimum of three tissues in the pockets. You are left feeling disgusted with yourself because you were too delirious to throw away the used ones...gross.

5. You find yourself wandering your apartment at 3 AM longing to find a sleeping spot that will allow for proper clearing of the right nostril, but also allow you to assume some horizontal position. It usually ends up being on the couch with two pillows propped up behind you and a small throw blanket as coverage. All this usually results in a terrible night's sleep.

4. You are sick but not that sick. You must go on living your life, going to work, doing errands, and all that comes with the life of a 29 year-old woman.

3. You have no interest in looking nice. Why look nice when you feel so terrible. So, you end up wearing an old, gray sweatshirt over a comfy, yet far beyond its prime shirt. Forget any cute shoes! It will be sneakers until this right nostril clears up.

2. Even though you want to eat that yummy looking snack, why bother...you can't taste it.

1. The sneezes. They come at a rate of four in minute which leaves you frozen, waiting for the next sneeze...looking ridiculous to everyone around you and at the conclusion of this display of nasal explosions, you are left with three used tissues in your pocket...gross.

Tales of the Puffy Vest

I can't believe how nice it is outside today. It is November 30 and it is a balmy 60 degrees and sunny out. I have no frame of reference here. Is this normal for Philadelphia? In Iowa and North Dakota, we would be stunned to find ourselves going to a car that hasn't been running for ten (Iowa) or twenty (North Dakota) minutes. Although I would take this lovely forecast anyday to ice storms and biting windchills, it does pose a wardrobe challenge.

I have been getting by wearing my beloved puffy vest. I like it just fine for most temperatures. I rarely need the full comfort of a coat, yet then the temperature changes...not drastically, but overnight. I get up, dress for the day, put on the beloved puffy vest, and head to the car. AH! It is too warm for the PUFFY! However, I am far too lazy to go back upstairs to my apartment so I wear it, thinking that I will remove it once I get in my car. This doesn't happen because once in my cozy car, I completely forget about this plan because a good song has come on the radio and my mental dialogue starts in...

"OOooo. I like this song. They don't play this song enough."

It is only when I am standing in line at some annoying task...in line at the bank, buying stamps at the post office...that I realize, UGH! I am hot in my beloved puffy vest! I hate this feeling. It starts in my lower back. I feel the heat. It creeps up my back onto my neck and before I know it, I want to throw the puffy onto some table that is reserved for people filling out change of address cards.

At least in North Dakota and Iowa, I was always safe with the assumption of cold.

Cookies and Connections

I have tasted many cookies in my lifetime. I am a fan of the peanut butter blossom. I enjoy a nice chocolate chip. I won’t turn away even monster cookie.

There continues to be one cookie that tastes better than all cookies.

Each Christmas season, my mother along with her two sisters would gather at my childhood home. Sugar sprinkles in hand, they continued the ritual of making and rolling of the dough. Santas, stars, and bells would be cut and gently placed on the cookie sheet. Years went by as I sat on the sidelines watching this yearly tradition where I saw each sister in their assumed job descriptions. My mother was always the roller. She made the dough and had the art of rolling and cutting down to perfection. She placed the cookies on the pan and passed it to my Aunt Sandy who would place them into the oven and watch over the cookies as to not burn the once-a-year treat. The cookies were removed once the edges became a yellow-gold and passed to my Aunt Joy who held the position of sugar sprinkler. She would sprinkle the cookies with colored sugar and I would be called in as a back up at this point.

The cookies have proved to be the perfect Christmas cookie because they can be sprinkled, frosted, or left completely plain to be enjoyed. The perfect cookie is a sugar cookie. Most sugar cookies that require frosting are hard and sometimes tasteless, but this cookie stays soft and has a yummy taste of almond and vanilla.

With years of apprenticeship under my belt, I am now able to complete the whole cookie process on my own. My mother could complete the cookie process on her own too, but how lucky she was to have her sisters to experience this Christmas pastime year after year. How lucky I am to have watched and appreciated the art of the perfect Christmas cookie and the connections this tradition brings to the past and the present.

1 ½ cups powdered sugar
1 cup butter or margarine, softened
1 teaspoon vanilla
½ teaspoon almond extract
1 egg
2 ½ cups of flour
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon cream of tartar
Creamy Decorator’s Frosting (Below)


Mix powdered sugar, butter, vanilla, almond extract and egg in large bowl. Stir in flour, baking soda and cream of tartar. Cover and refrigerate at least 3 hours.

Heat oven to 375°F. Divide dough in half. Roll each half 3/16 inch thick on lightly floured cloth-covered surface. Cut into assorted shapes with cookie cutters, or cut around patterns traced from storybook illustrations. If cookies are to be hung as decorations, make a hole in each 1/4 inch from top with end of plastic straw. Place on ungreased cookie sheet.

Bake 7 to 8 minutes or until light brown. Remove from cookie sheet to wire rack. Cool completely, about 30 minutes. Frost and decorate cookies as desired with Creamy Decorator’s Frosting and colored sugars.

Creamy Decorator’s Frosting

2 cups powdered sugar
½ teaspoon vanilla
2 tablespoon milk or half-and-half

Stir together all ingredients until smooth and spreadable. Tint with food color if desired.

Bee Geeish

I think this is the longest that I have gone without writing a post. I was in North Dakota celebrating the Thanksgiving holiday with my family. Usually, I complain a lot about airports and more specifically, the people that are at the airport. However, we had a very pleasant flying experience. Everything was on time. I was able to sit by Tim and not any other soul. It is not that I have anything against strangers, but I think I end up sitting by some unfortunate ones. I am not kidding here...once, I had a guy ask if he could have some of my peanut m&m's. I denied him out of plain respect for manners and fashion decency. He was sporting a Three Stooges T-shirt. I detest the stooges.

My friend, Kecia, told me that she always has Ginger Ale when she flies. I decided I would start doing this. I would choose a drink that I only drink when I am 30,000 feet. I decided to do the Ginger Ale. Very nice. I told Tim about this change in beverage choice and he was shocked, yet supportive. So supportive that he too drank the Ginger Ale.

And I swear to God that the young man across the aisle from me last night could have been related to the Gibb Brothers of Bee Gee fame.

This is short, but I will be writing a lot this week because I am inspired.

Diet Coke

Sometimes I know that I am addicted to Diet Coke when I finish a 20 ounce bottle and secretly and silently long for my very own fountain pop machine in my home. This is not normal. I need to drink more water. Can a person get addicted to water in the same way, or at least develop a strong longing for it...without being stranded on a desert island? That's it for today. That's as good as it gets today.

SUDOKU Love

I know I have a tendency to become easily obsessed with things, but I always stick with it. I am not a woman of fads. Which means...I have lots of obsessions. Currently, I am obsessed with SUDOKU.

The rules of Sudoku are simple. Enter digits from 1 to 9 into the blank spaces. Every row must contain one of each digit. So must every column, as must every 3x3 square.

I like this website because it lets you use easy, medium, hard, and evil to choose the type of SUDOKU game you would like to play. They also time you. For my first SUDOKU game, I was able to finish in 10 minutes and 13 seconds. My last game, I was able to finish in six minutes, 35 seconds. So, you get better, but to start, I wouldn't worry about the time. That is just an added bonus when you finish. This type of thing reminds me of the puzzles that I used to give my students for some fun brainteaser activity. Some students would love it and some would dread it. I think my readers will feel the same. But, you should at least try it. You might be surprised.

Fearful Five-Year-Old

I have been requested to write about my childhood, but I think I might disappoint. I lived a charmed childhood with two parents, an older brother who sometimes took it upon himself to torture me using all five of my senses but for the most part was always there to watch cartoons, build forts, or tell really funny stories. I lived in a great neighborhood where there were loads of children around my age. It was pretty simple.

So simple, in fact, that when I sat down to think about the vivid memories, I seem to have catagorized them into emotions or feelings. Today, FEAR is the winner.

Turns out, I was a very fearful child but I was the only one who knew it. Maybe my parents knew it with the repeated visits to our door at bedtime to make sure I had locked it, over and over and over. Maybe they knew it when they found me hiding underneath their bed when they were watching a werewolf movie on the television. But, I think they knew it every Friday night when the family gathered in our basement where our only television was located and the terrifying Incredible Hulk played. I sat on our couch along with Sean, my brother, knowing that at any moment Dr. David Bruce Banner might get angry and turn into that terrible green thing.

I would always ask my dad, "Do you think he is angry?"

No one ever told me when the good doctor was getting angry and I was too little to actually follow the storyline so I waited in fear to see the first tear of the pants and the first red in his eyes. I would beat it out of the family room around the corner where I could hear the television but could not see it.

I would yell back into the room, "Is he done?" I have memories of Sean telling me it was all over and I would wander back in and see The Hulk throwing cars and bending light poles! He'd laugh and I would return to my refuge behind the wall and wait. Why would I put myself through this each week? The alternative was just as scary...sitting upstairs by myself as everyone else watched The Hulk!

New Sidebar Attraction

With inspiration from Amanda at LaLaLaLola, I have decided to share the Friday iPod Shuffle each week on my sidebar. I will press play and shuffle on my beloved lime green iPod mini and see what comes up first. I think it is interesting that the first four artists are artists that I have either recommended through my Amazon link or I have written a post about them with the exception of the obvious guilty pleasure "Don't Go Breaking My Heart" by Sir Elton.

With Christmas coming up, I know you want to be all commerical and spend, spend, spend! So, use my link if you are going to order from Amazon and I can get a little coin in my amazon account to spend, spend, spend! This week, in preparation for the holiday season, I am recommending my favorite holiday book called Holidays on Ice by the hilarious David Sedaris. It is a short but sweet book. The perfect gift for the literate with a sense of humor.

Big Brother Will

Today's shoutout goes straight to Baby Will! Well, I guess he is a toddler now, but I really enjoy him. He is one of the sweetest babies that I have ever played with. He is all boy too. He loves trucks, dogs, and putting things in other things. He smiles liberally and likes to just hang in his crib rather than cry like so many babies do. Will is about to become a big brother to three...yes, three...younger sisters. His mom is going to be having triplets at any moment. My advice to Will is the following...

- Be patient. You will never have bathroom priviledges first. The girls take longer and hopefully, your mom and dad will share their bathroom with you.

- They will want to dress you up. This is not a challenge to your manhood, rather, a celebration of your flexibility with your sisters.

- It is fine to use your action figures along with a story line about Barbies going to the mall. Your sisters will appreciate that you will always be Ken when they all want to be Barbie.

- Stand your ground. Even when the girls want to watch Powerpuff Girls and you want to watch Yugi-Oh, you can always win with the whole, "I am the oldest" arguement.

Does anyone else have advice for Will?

Wonderwall

"And all the roads we have to walk along are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would
Like to say to you
I don't know how"

I am sucker for lyrics. I love somes songs based strictly on a lyric. Yesterday, I was baking some chocolate chip cookies in my little kitchen after work. All was right with the world. I had wxpn, my new favorite public radio station, on my little kitchen radio. Then, they played "Wonderwall" covered by Ryan Adams. It wasn't a big deal at first, but as I listened to this awesomely acoustic cover, I stopped my stirring of the chips just to listen. Sometimes the original artist just doesn't sing the song where I could appreciate it.

I wish I could link you to this song.

Some Borders Love

There are lots of perks to working at Borders. Last night, I checked out the free promo shelf to find three Christmas CDs and a Susan Tedechi CD. Awesome and free. Along with free music, we were able to buy music, books, and other things at 40% this past weekend. So, in my Borders world, I get free music, good discounts, and hours of entertainment telling stories of customers. I am no longer a one trick pony with only magazine displays, but now I stock movies and music and prepare the new releases...I am more a four trick pony. I am working about 22 hours a week at the bookstore along with my preschool job. That is a little look inside my working life...anything else might be a little boring to read about.

Smut Update

What it is it about my personality that allows myself to become OBSESSED with television shows? Why can't I be normal and just enjoy a television show without knowing exactly what is going to happen from episode to episode? Is it normal to go online to read the episode guides of my new favorite show, Nip/Tuck, just like I did for Six Feet Under and The Sopranos and Arrested Development? I think it comes down to my aversion to surprises and my impatience for the next DVD to come in the mail.

I am waiting for disc 3, 4, and 5 for season one of Nip/Tuck. The show is so dirty. I love it. It is set in south Florida with lots of hedonism and twisted story lines. It is a soap opera, but with very conflicted and flawed characters. I think that a television show has to have interesting characters to keep me interested. This is why I turn away from most sitcoms and crime dramas on television right now...they focus too much on the plot rather than the characters.

My friend, Jodi, has been recommending Nip/Tuck for sometime to me and I have been too wrapped up in Arrested Development, Six Feet Under, or other shows. But now, I have to depend on other shows since Six Feet Under is finished and sadly, Arrested Development will be cancelled after this season (Stupid Fox Network). After I finish with Nip/Tuck, I am moving on to season one of Lost.

Today, I was standing in the back of the Borders preparing new releases and I spied Nip/Tuck DVDs. I wanted to buy them very badly, but decided to be patient for my smut.

Can't We All Be Nice to Each Other?

When I was teaching, I would hear my students use the phrase, "SHUT UP!" when they wanted a classmate to be quiet. I would always have a conversation with them where I would tell them that there are always two ways to say something...the nice way and the mean way. For example, if you say "SHUT UP!" or if you say, "Can you please be quiet?" The same response is going to happen except with the first, the person will be mad at you but be quiet and second, the person will just be quiet. This rule applies most of the time.

I would like to have this discussion with adults. Why do adults have such a hard time communicating in a respectful manner.

I know sororities have a bit of a bad reputation in this day and age, but I learned a lot by being in a sorority. I was not the typical sorority girl. I just really enjoyed living in a beautiful house with a great cook. I liked that there were always some social gathering to go to or girls to sit up late and have a chat. I could have done without a lot of things that were part of the sorority, but the greatest tool that I took from my four years in a sorority was how to learn, live, work, and communicate with a variety of personalities. When you have so many personalities, a person needs to learn a variety of communication styles in order to get from these people what I wanted or needed.

We always had weekly meetings at the sorority house where we took care of the 'business' of the week. At the end of a meeting, people could share issues, celebrations, or personal 'traumas' that were going on in their lives. Some women would go on and on screaming their heads off because they were mad about something or at somebody. This never seemed to solve any problem. I usually listened. I never could figure out why people would take a public forum or meeting to tell someone if they had a problem with them.

So, even at age 29 and no longer living in a sorority house, I see this kind of display of communication that yields nothing but frustration and anger. I understand that people get frustrated and what to vent their feelings, but for pete's sake, close the door and find a confidant. Or, even better, go up to that person and tell them what has been bothering you, but please wait until you have had sometime to think about it.

Are there different standards for conduct depending on the business we are in...family, retail, education, social...or can we just use one standard? Hopefully, a higher standard. I think I am at my best in a professional setting. I have always used a respectful manner when addressing any problems or issues, but like anyone, I can let my behavior slip and start to go off on someone...usually in my personal life. I know this was a bit high and mighty, but I just wanted to complain and reflect a little on this. It has been on my mind this week.

Blast Off

With a flush and a swirl, my toilet, like so many other toilets, does exactly what it should do with one exception...it sounds like it is a space shuttle ready for lift off.

This is a new development in our bathroom. It started out as a low hum after the prior mentioned flushing and swirling occurred. It is a combination of a rumble with a vibration. It gets louder and louder with each flush. When I am laying in bed and I hear the toilet flush, I later see the results of the flush...my wall begins to shake.

At first, I didn't really notice it because we have the R100 train in in our backyard and we've gotten quite used to that rumble, but this is a crescendo of a flush. Right near the end of the flushing cycle, I start to believe that the toilet might just explode. Maybe I should call someone about this.