Enjoy.

Back from Berkeley, ...uh Richmond

I keep saying Berkeley, but I do know that Joe and Nitza now live in Richmond, in their brand new house with the awesome yard. This last weekend they were cool enough to let us stay over at their place even though it's not quite finished (very close though), actually now that I think of it- perhaps they had ulterior motives since Anthony helped put together some of their furniture. I was useless and did nothing to hep except get buzzed on wine and then flop on their new bed/bedframe. I was testing it's strength under impact.

We were also there to visit the Ikea in Emeryville and get Anthony his new bedframe. mission accomplished, and though I didn't technically get lost in Ikea this time, I did get really annoyed that they make you walk through every damn department whether you want to or not. While walking through the gigantic store Nitza overheard someone saying that it reminded them of a casino. I've never been in a casino, but I think they're right. No windows so you don't know what time it is, and it's a maze so you can't get out even if you wanted to. Then there's the money you end up spending...for that I have Anthony. He doesn't let me spend a dime at Ikea ever. On any trip. It's not that he forbids me, he just says you don't need that, you don't need that, you don't need that, over and over and over again and then gives me dirty looks if I do happen to pick something up. I think if I got really close to the register an alarm would sound in his head and he'd start shouting "danger, danger, put away your wallet.. you don't need that!"

Anthony thinks I'm susceptible to the Ikea brainwashing, and he might be right. Though he didn't know it, at various points I had my eye on a frame, some dishes (for his place) and a rug for my office. And a couple of vases, and a wine rack.

Joe and Nitza's house= Yosemite

Going to Joe and Nitza's new house this weekend where there is no internet reception. It's just like camping, but with toilets, which makes it just like my memorial day trip to yosemite last year. That was also camping, but with toilets.

In fact, the toilets were the warmest, dryest place in the whoooolllleee campsite that weekend.

It's funny, the bathrooms at Yosemite. They're in the weirdest places. You get the feeling that the park staff was just sick of all the whiny unprepared tourists complaining, so they were like, "well, you know this is the wilderness, but fine, we'll build you some f-ing toilets."

anyway...... also headed to Ikea this weekend, let's hope I don't get lost. Last time I was there I left Anthony somewhere in kitchen and went to go pee. When I got back kitchen had disappeared and been replaced by bedding. It was like a wormhole had opened up in the time/space continuom (sp)? and left me there. I swear I passed the same made up living room 20 times before I found him.

Lesson learned? Ikea is not a place for novices and one shouldn't go wandering off alone.... also just like yosemite. Man, this post wrapped up nicely.

But my favorite shade's been discontinued...

My problem here is that I'm too fickle to wear the same shade of eyeshadow every day. So, when it came down to throwing out my makeup after I had pink eye, getting rid of all the eyeshadow that could have been exposed was akin to throwing away at least $100 worth of makeup. Yeah, I said it. My face likes quality, thank you very much.

But now I have pink eye again. And, yes, I am retarded-thank you for asking. I just couldn't let go. I may have to take a moment after I dump it all.

So I sneaked off on my lunch break today to the doctor and get another prescription, becasue while T think it's possible to live down being the new girl who got pink eye, I don't think it's possible to live down being the new girl who got pink eye twice in one month.

Attention Shelly!

Ryan has informed that you were sad that I didn't send you notification of my new blog. In thought I did. oops. I assure you that I was not planning on writing snarky things about you, au contraire. I think I will start a 'things I like about Shelly section on my blog, as long as you're not sad when I eventually remove the list. :)

STUPID. STUPID. STUPID

damn you facebook and your wiley ways. After all that talk about secrecy i just had to go and do something stupid. I was on facebook and thought 'gee it's a shame more people don't have access to my blog, especially now that it's goign to be chock-ful of sarah musings'

so what do i do? i post my blog adress on my facebook profile. Damn you hubris!

You see, i was thinking only of my 'friends' only my friends will see it I thought. but there are others on facebook, oh yes. Young, impressionable relatives, people I don't really like, and many many more. I'd never be able to post anything mean about anyone again. I might as well shrivel up and die.
I took it off right after i realized what i had done, but it was too late.

For those of you unfamiliar with facebook, this is what happend. all of my 'friends' got a message saying, " sarah has updated her contact information" and another, " sarah has removed her contact information,' both times it would state plain as day what had been removed. ie: my blog address. dumb. dumb. dumb.

I can only hope that people forget, or don't really care. sigh.

How blank is this blog?

Well, my secret is out. My boss has found my blog and it is all Andrea's fault.

Yes, that is right Andrea, it is your fault. You see, my boss has a little thing called a google alert. As it happens Andrea once put my full name on her blog with three little words that shall never be blogged here again. I can tell you this, they rhyme with Rallin Jancok Collige and yes I know that spelling is absurd. These are the steps I now have to take.

The mention was actually made on you-know-who's blog a while ago, adt apprently the boss has been following it ever since. Luckily I've been to busy to put anything super de duper incriminating on my blog so no real damage has been done. And luckily I happened to have this blog address saved away for a rainy day, but as you can see it needs some work.

But though I will give Andrea crap for a while, I'm glad this came about. My new blog will be more writing-centric because, I'll admit it, I miss writing my column soooooo much.