an eye for an eye...

as you've surely noticed my dog, daisy, has one eye. attempting humor i bought her a rubber ball that looks like an eye. i find it entertaining to tell her to fetch her eyeball. there's a cranky woman at the park who fails to see the humor in this. she's yelled at me a couple of times in the past month for doing this, calling me insensitive, mean, and a horrible pet owner. while the first two may be true, i am not a horrible pet owner--i simply adore my one-eyed pug.

i cringed when i saw her at the park last night, but not wanting to be accused of neglecting my dogs need for exercise we stayed. she started walking towards me and i got ready for yet another confrontation. instead she apologized for her words, stating that she has seen me in the paper and realized i was a humorous person rather than mean as she had originally thought. i appreciate the apology, however, i wish she would have trusted me when i explained that to her in the beginning.

apparently having your picture in the paper makes you a trustworthy person. i guess she didn't read the part where i'm 30 and single, we all know that takes any bit of credibility away from me.

protest pics

today's lunch outing included a trip to washington square to see rocky06..err the peace ralley.

pushing my buttons!

the company i work for is moving this month. i've found it's just like a personal move: i ignore it until the last second. pmk has demanded i pack at least one box per day. (he's horrible, i know.)

i packed my obligatory box. in disgust i muttered a god damn-it and tossed the box on the table, as it landed i heard a "that was easy" from the box.

laughter erupted from everyone in ear shot and i couldn't stay grumpy any longer. thanks staples, i knew there was a reason i kept the promo gift.

google: bringing jesus, mel gibson, and i together.

this was my targeted google ad yesterday. it's nice to know that jesus loves me and i can find the purpose for life online.

i hope they call me on a mission, where i can drink a beer or two.

my younger brother, matt, was called on an lds mission to porte alegre south brazil in 1996. a few weeks before he was to enter the mtc, he decided he'd much rather dedicate those two years of his life to drinking beer. my parents weren't too upset, they had three more boys to get it right.

fast forward to the year 2006--he is married in the temple and has provided my parents with twins to spoil. this unselfish act has given me at least a few more years before i'm expected to make them some grandchildren (thanks matt!!). the company he works for frequently sends him to brazil, he's logged enough time there he's 1/4 of the way through a mission.

my brother's god is a funny one.

happy birthday to my favorite partner-in-crime!

we celebrated aimee getting old with dinner at trio. sometimes it's fun for us to take our favorite punk rock couple to yuppie dinner locations.

ben came along to haul our drunk asses around, what a good brother (see ben, i appreciate you!). however, he thought it would be entertaining to drive us in a oversized, loud truck. of course he was the only one who found it at all funny. he had to coax me into it with promises of beer...it worked. we ended up at the twilite, and surprisingly we weren't the only ones there this time.

we continued the celebration today with a trip to yuppie-bux and an afternoon adventure at target. welcome to old age, aimee!

flying high!

I don’t know which is better: my love life, or the new cast of dancing with the stars.

It’s too close to call at this point.

polygamy hits the office!

my co-worker, gray, is a supervisor over three women--apparently this title is going to his head, and his bible.

getting nailed

while out riding last night jb and ak stopped at a gas station for a quick break (wimps). they were sitting on the grass next to a beastly old pick-up truck when the owner, having more inked skin that not, started yelling "move away from the vehicle-- you’re lucky I don’t have my nail gun with me." he then proceeded to make some sort of sound effect, which i imagine he practices at home after one too many cans of natty ice while watching cops re-runs.

and they wonder why i refuse to bike, i'd much rather pick up my creeps via the internet.

just because i can

sunday, bloody sunday!

mixing it up a bit, aimee and i met at yuppie-bux today to discuss our love lives (definitely a conversation that must be fueled with caffeine). we sat outside and enjoyed the lack of pan-handlers and car wrecks in front of us that our usual location provides. the only person that caught my eye was a man of the cloth wearing a cell phone on his hip. a direct line to god to report my bad behavior was the first thing that came to mind. i didn't want to offend (imagine that!) so i decided to be wary of my language. when discussing relationships it's often hard to drop the profanity. needless to say, the conversation hit an all-time low today. i damn well better make it to heaven for that!

match adventures

obviously i'm using the word adventure lightly. here's my favorite (read creepy) message received this week:

But I am determined to find a way to meet women, so I shall keep writing these letters tell the cops come. I work in construction as a finish carpenter in park city, so if I come home with somebody from work you should be worried. Hope to hear back from you soon.

we've only just begun...

discussing my online dating, read here to catch up.

just because i don't want to leave anyone out...

dirty sauce

i'm not a big fan of fast food, but after seeing this i may reconsider my eating habits.
as far as i'm concerned whoever writes this stuff is a genius!

working moments to avoid

i had a sex dream that involved a co-worker last night. needless to say, i've been avoiding him all day. umm...awkward!

judgment day

everyone has different sunday activities, some attend church--i attend brewvies. i saw the new adam sandler movie, click. now before you judge please remember the beer and couch factor.

earlier in the day i watched passion of the christ for the first time; with mel gibson all over the news it reminded me i hadn't yet seen the film.

i found myself welled up with tears in one of the movies, and it wasn't the gibson movie. go ahead, now you can judge me.

sarah and the strippers, a recurring theme.

i picked up the latest copy of IN magazine earlier today. (they're getting easier and easier to find, yay!) once again, there is a trails men's club ad on the same page as my column. i'm starting to wonder exactly what it is they're trying to tell me. hmm...

styx me!

wanna know what the band styx has to do with dating-- read my column here to find out.

your garden variety of bikers

remember bikers, eat your veggies, they help maintain that "live strong" body.

"what sarah said"

i have two ticket to death cab tonight, and neither one belongs to pmk--ha ha!
i've making the very dry trek to utah county, but they are worth it. sadly, i won't be wearing my stalker friendly "i heard ben gibbard" shirt, mostly because i think my date would be jealous.

red hot!

ak has a weird thing for tools. i'm certain he can't park in his garage because a) his giant truck, and b) his tool collection nearly matches larry's.

apparently, any tool that he gets his hands on must be used, including a vwr infrared thermometer found in the lab. miss baxa and i happened to be walking by when he found it. so, of course he took our temp. i'm happy to report i am 4 degrees hotter than she is. i'm sure it's just my blonde hair, but whatever...

missing england, babe.

there's a little ferret in all of us.

i was in line at petco today when the kid behind me asked if my name was sarah. i should have known where this was headed, but i didn't. i confirmed and before i knew it he had launched an attack on why he hated me. (no, it wasn't craig.) he, being a ferret owner, didn't take kindly to my article bashing them. i quickly pointed out we all have different choices in pets. i don't expect everyone to appreciate or approve of my pug choice, and frankly i don't care.

let it go already, i've made fun of plenty of other stuff since then. keep up.

the martini question

you have to go read my column to find out!

all my dreams fulfilled:

down i go...

filler conversation always gets me in trouble--verbally.

i work for a financial company a couple nights a week. i’m not there often, so i don’t know everyone as well as i probably should. it seems that i’m always stuck riding in the elevator with co-workers i know the least. i’m not a fan of small talk, but i’ll engage when given no choice. last night, pink tie was explaining that his wife would be having a baby the following day (i still can’t get over planned birth, it just seems weird). when we walked out i wished him good luck, and i hoped everything comes out nicely.

shit.

cornstar

yesterday, in a meeting at my office there was a discussion on first jobs. my first job included rollerblades and a grocery store, other jobs were a little more interesting.

enter miss baxa, whose first job at the age of 14, was in corn. now before anyone could process this information pmk jumped in pulling on his bad ear and asked if he had heard correctly. rather than smile and realize the similarity in sound, baxa continued on with such phrases as “detasseling” and “husking it”. who knew iowa was such a dirty place to grow-up.

i work with the best people. seriously.

friendship or friendshit?

a friend saw this bumper sticker on a car and thought of me. she's a horrible, horrible person, and i admire her for that.