Moving On

I've been blogging on Blogspot for a couple of years now, and it's time for a change. I'm going to be moving my blog from Blogspot tomorrow, thanks to lots of help from The Kid. I've been wanting to do this for a while but I'm lazy. He, however, is not. He's got the drive those silly young kids seem to have. Me? Notsomuch.

What does this mean for you? Hopefully not much. Some of you already use the domain www.sarahnielson.com, but will still need to change your RSS feed once my content is moved over. My new site will have an easy RSS feed so just add it. Also, if you have this blog linked on yours please change to www.sarahnielson.com if that's not the URL you're currently using.

I'm finally getting around to adding a blogroll to the new site, but it's a slow process. So if you don't see your blog linked on there give me a couple of weeks to finish that up. I'm lazy remember? I need to save that energy to lift a wine glass to my lips.

Change can be such a pain in the ass, but I think it will be worth it!

NOT a Cougar

I can't decide to laugh about this, or eat a container of ice cream and cry. A cougar? Seriously, George? Our imaginary cuddle affair is over!

Rest assured little Georgie, if I get married due to your post you can skim 10% off the wedding gifts and money. But stay away from my bridesmaids!

Letter to Self, and You

Dear Self,

After reading these comments, remember despite all of it, you really, really like blogging. It gives you a creative outlet and an opportunity to practice the craft of writing. Also, remember the laugh factor--you’ve always been the happiest when you make someone laugh and smile.

Love, Sarah
PS. Your ass looks hot today.



Dear Readers,

I’m fully aware that by blogging about my life, it’s out there for anyone to read. I have no problem with that. Sure, sometimes a comment will irk me, but not for long. Roll with the punches, right? I think Stray Scott nailed it when, in a comment, he said that he too would read the blog of an ex. I have as well, and don't think it's a big deal.

I would like to address this comment: “Purposely living her life as public as Sarah does, down to minute details via Twitter, she has no right to complain.” I want you to know I’m not complaining, at all. I'll keep blogging, if you keeping reading. Deal?

Love, Sarah
PS. I hope your asses look good today, too!


Dear Ex,

I suspect you're not the only ex reading this site. I don't mind. Whichever ex you are, I hope you are happy and well.

Love,
Sarah

Sunday Search Terms

Should I be concerned that someone found my blog by searching "how to prevent pre-marital sex?" I hope this person knows God monitors Google and has been known to track people down to sterilize their naughty parts.

BYOC

A fellow blogger friend and I were discussing our reader stats at coffee today. He pointed out you really have to be a mommy blogger these days to have a large amount of site traffic. To which I replied, "I'm not getting knocked up just so I can be a mommy blogger!"

Which is why I will be strictly enforcing the bring your own condom rule in all my future, ahem, endeavors.

KSL--Not just my father's station.

Today I had the opportunity to make an appearance on Studio 5 with Brooke Walker to discuss blogging. It was my first television gig, unless you count the time I was arrested for robbing the 7-11. I kid, I kid. (Seriously, mom, I'm joking. No need to call.)

It's true what they say about the camera adding 10 pounds. Strangely it added the weight to my face, when I'd requested it go straight to my chest. Oh well, it's always worth a shot.

I had a great time and if you've not watched Studio 5 you should definitely check it out. They were all very nice, even if they did make me watch BYU baseball dubbed in Spanish in the waiting area.

"Note to Self: Don't Die"

Everything is right in my world again. I've been stressing lately over shit that really shouldn't matter.

Tonight was spent in the best of company: four of my closest female friends all at the same concert. If Jen had been there my girl world would have been complete.

Ryan Adams was great, but the part that really had me in antics was sitting near Dooce. I assume everyone knows her, after all she's achieved rockstar status in my book. When I started doing my excited dance my friends strained their eyes looking around for Ryan Adams. When I pointed Dooce out to them, I got a collective "who?" OMG people, DOOCE! I was shocked. When I explained who she was they all sorta looked at her and shrugged. Sue, being perfect, couldn't understand my fascination. "Sarah, you're way prettier." Of course, she's my friend and has to say that. Aimee then pointed out her "gross shorts." This is when I realized how lucky I really am--I'll always be the prettiest blogger in their minds.

And for that, I love them even more.

The Horror of Denim--Me, Circa 1998

I, Sarah Middlenameless Nielson, will never encourage friends to start blogging again. I have learned a very valuable lesson. Midge started a blog for her new son Ike, but realizing how cool blogs can be, she created her own as well. Here she's posted some humiliating photos she arranged of me years ago. And in typical self-deprecating fashion I'm going to pass them on.

"Why," you ask? Why not.

View the horror here.

What I've learned since the 90's:
1) Having a killer tan leads to skin cancer.
2) All fashion from this decade should be burned.

I hope to forgive her before tonight's Ryan Adams concert. Since I don't have a date she'll have to snuggle me if i get cold. Let the healing process begin...

Why I'm Over Rocky & Jeff Bell:

1:49 PM Jeff: am I on your blog yet? LOL

anything blogger.com is blocked at work.

1:50 PM me: Can't you look on sarahnielson.com?

Jeff: Reason:
The Websense category "Social Networking and Personal Sites" is filtered.

:'(

me: But ya, I blogged it this morning.

1:51 PM Jeff: yay!

thanks

I didn't get to my machine this morning, sadly

me: Stupid rocky blocking me. I revoke my past votes.

Jeff: LOL

not his fault. It's the damn bureaucrats

1:52 PM me: Whatever. I am way more important than advocating water bottle recycling!