San Francisco, ding ding!

I just got back from a whirl wind trip up the coast to San Francisco. :) It was amazing. My older sister, Nikki, and I drove up from Irvine to see our other sister Manda. We only spent a couple days there but wow what a blast. I think I was born in the wrong place. The houses there are fantastic, they have so much personality! Lol, and we all know how much of a climber I am... can you imagine how burly I would get on my bike with all those awesome hills to practice on??? It would be love at first pedal. Plus I would be able to kick everyone else's ass which I would find pleasure in because I am just not a very nice person. ha ha. Ah, the truth comes out. So the first night I was there we pretty much just crashing out because of the drive. Nikki and I sung at the top of our lungs the whole way up as you are supposed to on road trip. While we are both charming women, singing is not our strong point no matter how much joy we get from it. So we were deaf and our throats were sore but by the next morning we were ready to go out and take the city by storm! First we hopped a bus and hiked up to twin peaks to get the view of the whole city. It was beautiful. Lol, sadly both sisters were not digging on the hike too much so while all I wanted to do was keep going UP, they were much more into the idea of going DOWN. I was a nice sister and only made them climb two hills. Then we hopped on another bus and went down to the Castro district. This is the part of San Fran that I have always heard of. Rainbow flags everywhere, awesome outfits and little dogs wearing pink studded leashes. So much fun. OH! there was this little alley that Manda took us to that was full of amazing graffiti. I'll have to post some pictures, I was in heaven with the exception of the condom wrappers I saw everywhere. Art...promoting sex in alleys since spray paint was invented. Yucky... not my idea of a romantic, "let's get it on" spot but then again I am a rather picky person on that front I guess. Just not much of a gravel on my butt kind of girl... :) Okay, I am getting side tracked here... yes... spray paint..ew..okay back on the side walk again, whew. After that we went and had an amazing lunch at Nirvana's. Why in the world we don't have one of those in Denver I'll never know, it makes me drool thinking of the food.. wow was it good. Note to self, you can put cinnamon on chicken and it will not taste as gross as it sounds. Side tracked again, I am not good at this game. After that there was lot of walking around and shopping, me not being much of a shopper just had a blast people watching. Things that are funny but I really shouldn't laugh at: Nikki got chewed out by a homeless guy. The phrase, "Die! Crucify!" was shouted at her, but she handled it like a champ and even put up with us re-enacting it all day.. she is such a trooper. I don't think she get crucified because she just too nice. It is punishment enough having to deal with two little sisters for three days straight. :) The next day we headed down to Pier 39. The general mood for the day consisted of me running around, clapping my hands and pointing at various seals and boats. I had company of course, however not too many of them were over the age of 10 but meh... I like the ocean and when I am excited I can't help it if I retain my youthful outlook on life. Lol, I'm a great person to take the fair... I'll tug on your hand, beg for cotton candy and scream when I am on the rides. That is the point of life. Have fun people, everyone is far to mature when it comes to things. BOO to you people. :) After we spent all day wandering, and searching for the perfect gift for me to take back that guy I've got a wee bit of crush on. That night we headed out to meet Chrissy for drinks. I swore up and down that I would not drink too much because I knew that I had to get up early and drive all the way back down to Irvine, but yeah... the waiter and Chrissy did not seem too impressed by my grand plan. So several martines and glasses of wine later, a very tipsy sara crashed out while still fully dressed. This morning I of course woke up with a killer hang over, crawled into the car and began the slow drive back. No music was played until at least 2 hours in, and the singing did not begin until much later. But damn, what a great trip! Tomorrow I am going to go to the beach, chase seagulls and collect seashells. Anyone wanna come with me???

The chapter before the mouse hunt

2. The Species: Roommate

I have had several roommates over the years. I enjoy roommates because you get to see people at their worst, as well as at their best. You get to see all of the little details that people hide from the real world. All of their faults, and the bad hair days before they throw on the baseball hat. In roommates I look for at least two things, I don’t want to live with people who never stop to think and I don’t want to live with females. Girls take work, and they are less likely to come out of their room before shoving the baseball hat on. They are trained to be perfect almost all of the time and when someone sees them before they have reached a state of perfect then they grow fangs, growl and may even be biters. I should know, I am one of them. But I don’t growl, I roar and claw at the walls before going back to my bed and donning not just a baseball cap but the entire bedcover. So I like living with guys. I like pretending I am a spy on a mission to infiltrate the male race, although by writing this I just blew my cover and therefore must report to my leader that the mission was failure. I wonder if I will get the firing squad or if I will be marooned on a deserted island? Like I said, girls can be evil, they are vicious and punishment for failure is no laughing matter.

My last two years of roommates have been educational to say the very least. There has been four us. The spy and the three unsuspecting guys. It sounds like a bad comedy but it isn’t. The latest addition to the house has been pretty entertaining. I nicknamed him the “whirlwind”. The first weekend he lived in the house I thought we had been robbed. I went into the kitchen one morning and every cupboard and half the kitchen drawers were open. “Oh, no! Quick check to see if they got the Cheez Nips!” No, the crackers are safe. Whew. Relief. That was a close one. Wait, if they weren’t after our food, then why the ransacking of our kitchen? Do we have a ten foot tall mouse? Do I need to call someone? The Police? A Jungle Safari Leader? A female who hasn’t put on her make-up yet? Because if it is a ten foot mouse I am going to need either something with teeth or guns. A roommate stumbles into the kitchen to get some food. I watch carefully, noting his reaction. Nothing. This is normal to him. Ooooohh. It dawns on me slowly. I have found the mouse. Not quiet ten feet but bigger than I am. I bare my teeth…Hmmm.. no.. too big to chew. So I laugh, and I comply with the secret roommate code, meaning I ignore it. We have weird habits and we all have a right to them. As the months progress the midnight robberies of the kitchen cupboards continue. After a while I just can’t resist. I have to ask. “So, little mouse, why do you leave all of the cupboards open?” I get a look like I am the freak here. “Easier access.” Obviously if one leaves the cupboards standing open and wants a snack they then do not have to take the time to actually OPEN the cupboard. The food is already there, waiting to be chosen and devoured. Silly me. About three weeks later we got our first mouse.

Happy Sarie Marie Pudd'n and pie

My life is going really well right now. I couldn't be happier. :) Darren, the new guy that just moved in, is turning out to be a great addition to the house. The whole place has a good, healthy vibe now. AND the best part... all of the messy boys are gone so it is just me and people who are responsible enough to clean up after themselves. Revolutionary idea, adults who act like adults..AWESOME! Mauh ha ha!!! It's only been one week since all of the crazy upheavals and it is already so drastically different that I am excited to see what will come in the future. I'm always shocked at how much my life can change in only a matter of weeks. I have met a great new person, which all of you know about and I am sure I'm made fun of for in more than one circle, speaking of which Seth, Hutchison, the other Brian etc... I'm on to you... Grrrr...
Anyways, getting distracted... yes, happy, life good, wonderful people, and spring break is in two days. I'm going to go visit my beautiful sister Nikki in CA for a week. Lots of going to the beach, going to see Body World 3 and then up to San Francisco for a few days. The weather is supposed to be in the high 60's to 70's. Yes, you can be jealous now. Woot.. teeny polka dot bikini here I come! (followed by a trip to the dermatologist for the skin cancer that will ensue shortly there after)

In honor of the time of year

14. New Twist on Old Easter Traditions

Now when most people think back to their childhood Easter experience they come up with visuals of fluffy little girl dresses, and brightly colored Easter eggs hidden in the grass at the park. Throw in going to church at some point during the day and you have a picture perfect Easter holiday. Here is what I come up with when I think back to those days….getting poked by cactuses, and being hit in the head by flying taffy. Sounds like a bad joke right? No, this was my childhood. There is a very good reason I have the strange sense of humor that I am so proud of today. I blame my parents. This is pointing my finger at them and saying this entirely your fault type of blame. And they have no retort because I am without a doubt right about this. You see when I was little my mom, god love her, was a little twisted when it came to hiding the candy. Most kids find their Easter eggs and chocolates hidden in the soft comfy of couch cushions and the like, but not my family. Oh no. It was much fiercer than that in our home. My mom would take jelly beans and stick them in between the cactus thorns in her little desert garden. After my sisters and I had found every single possible piece of candy that was not a hazard to our health we would line up in front of these cactus plants, look at eachother and wait for the first one dumb enough to make a move. That child was generally me. I’d like to think it was because I was brave, daring and the owner of an over powering sweet tooth but really I was just the only one who wasn’t bright enough to realize that sticking your fingers into cactuses was not a good idea. Sadly, I actually managed to perfect this art which lets you know that it wasn’t a one time event that I fell for. You should see the grin on my mom’s face when she tells that story, purely wicked. My other fantastic Easter memory was not my mom’s fault. Nope this one was all my step-dad. They had a trait in common when it comes to this sense of humor thing I have been talking about. His was much more surprising however. Easter morning comes around and we are all in the living room waiting for whatever is going to happen, my step-dad wanders off towards the kitchen and as he does so he casually flips on the fan. Crash, Zing, Thwap! AHHHHHH!!!! Horrified screams of little girls, laughter from parents, and taffy exploding all over the room like tiny missiles. My sister and I had no idea what the hell was going on, all we knew was that suddenly our calm conversation was interrupted because we were being pelted in the head with not-so-soft candy. Steve turned the fan off and we all come out of our hiding places. My parents had stacked 2-lbs of taffy on the fan blades so the candy would “fall” when it was turned on. They didn’t realize it would come cascading out of the sky like the wrath of god. After the shock wore off it was really funny. We all laughed and giggled at how surprised we were. Months later we were still finding taffy in plant pots and under tables. There were very few holidays in our household that were normal, and they were never boring.

Hard Run

Nothing makes a run better than when you have a lot of emotional garbage on your mind. Each thud, slap, thud, slap of your feet gets you further from whatever is making you unhappy or stressing you out. The more you think about it the harder you push yourself until you lungs feel like they are going to explode out of your chest in the ultimate protest against the strain. You stop, chest heaving with each breath, eyes watering and the blood pounding in your ears. You gasp for air and as your heart finally slows you realize your mind is calm. Your thinking is clear, and you are strong enough to take anything on. Each step you take in your cool down jog lets you feel the sheer power in your thighs as the muscles contract, the rhythm flows through your body in harmony with your surroundings. You can feel like a god among mortals, you can see the full spectrum of your life just off the horizon. People ask me why I run, the answer is so simple. These are the feelings I get from it, the better question is why DON"T you run? This is how I deal with sadness, this is how I express happiness, this is part of my soul. Man was meant to gallop across fields and run full tilt through the forest jumping ditches and dodging trees. Okay, not really, our bodies are not actually built for that as you can see by the sheer amount of knee injuries runners seem to fall victim to, but on days like today there is absolutely nothing that compares.

My cheer up on dreary days

This has nothing to do with anything really, but I love this video and the guy that is in it. It makes me happy, which makes me smile, which means that life isn't half bad. And yes, I'm aware of the fact that it annoys a lot of people. But I am not a lot of people, I am a Sara. A rare breed who likes strange things. Enjoy!!!

http://youtube.com/watch?v=60og9gwKh1o

Oh school, how I loath thee

The difference in between my homework for my art degree versus my homework for nursing school is a vast region of wanting to do and having to do. Granted I absolutely love learning about the human body and diseases fascinate me but I get so sick of having to study all the time. :) When I would do "homework" for painting class all it would be is me taking something I am already good at and just having fun until I had something to turn in. I always feel kind of silly telling people that I have a degree in painting. Yes, it was a fluff major although it is harder than most people give it credit for. Forcing your brain to come up with 12 paintings a semester that are all bigger than 3' by 3' is harder than it sounds. I'm glad I did it though. If I hadn't gone through with it I always would have wondered if I should have gone for that whole artist lifestyle. Now I know that I would go crazy if I had to paint for money, it was bad enough having to paint for a grade. Painting is something I'll do only for my pleasure and sanity. Ha ha, besides I still can still say that I am not only a published artist but one that sells their work. So really by some standard I made it in the art world. Right now the whole reason this is even on my brain is that I am supposed to be studying for a Microbiology test and I would much rather be jamming out to some good music and letting my mind wander in paint. Alright alright no more procrastination, I won't get those A's I am so fond of if I keep day dreaming about painting pretty pictures. I think of it this way, when I am nurse I can combine the two degrees and draw really cool pictures on kid's casts. All of the kiddies will think I am awesome and I will be able to tell their parents that they owe me $15,000 for the one of a kind piece of art encasing their child's leg. Great plan. Note to all of you other artist out there reading this, I have patented that idea so you can't steal it. Neener Neener

Today has been a good day. I did something I haven't done for a long time. I played hooky from life. No school, no work.. just me hanging out at home getting back my life to the way I like it. An unexpected holiday is something everyone needs sometimes. A snow day when it is really spring. You have nothing planned so you just get to sleep in and spend the whole day doing things you love without feeling guilty. AWESOME! To all of you, my imaginary friends in blogger land, I prescribe a snow day. I give you permission and approval to take a day just for your self. Why not? We go so fast in life and push ourselves so hard all of the time to get to that next level, that higher step. That sometimes we just need to take a step back, slow down and realize this is life. This is it. It's not going to begin tomorrow when you achieve that certain goal... this is it now. So live your life damn it. Now don't take this as that I do not work hard, I do. I work damn hard to make it so that I have the best future possible but at the same time I realize that I don't want to miss what my life is now. I don't want to wake up 10 years, 2 kids and a husband later asking what happened. I want to be able to look back and smile. I want to have cool stories to tell my grandkids some day. I want to be whole and not one sided. :) I have a lot of wants listed there, and that almost goes against what I have been saying all along. How bout this... I'm going to go do something. It is friday night, the world is mine and my alarm clock officially has tomorrow morning off.

I do dumb things occationally

4. Beer Slushies and Strip Monopoly

When you are in college there are certain things expected of you. You are supposed to sleep in till noon every chance you get, you eat Chipotle a minimum of 4 times a week and anything can become a drinking game as long as you apply enough imagination. Exhibit A: The roommates and I were bored one Friday night. So we decided we would play a board game and have a beer. It started out innocent enough. We got out a game of Monopoly, which is of course a game of skill, and started to play. Monopoly began to get kind of boring, people began to wander off. We didn’t wander far, just to the kitchen where one roommate decided to explore the unknown territory of beer slushy making. There is an excellent reason that beer slushy territory is unknown. None of us actually thought that a beer slushy would be good, but we had just bought a blender and it needed to be tested. We had nothing to make margaritas; we only had beer… well beer and ice. A coke slushy is good, beer is good, why not a beer slushy? He made it, and poured it into a big glass. He got a straw and he sat back down at the table where we were playing. We watched him when he took the first sip. It was pretty obvious that beer slushies were not going to be marketable. In fact none of us would even try a sip. Instead we suddenly were very concerned about the game. We decided to put all of our energy into changing the rules of monopoly so that we could indulge in our drinking, and continue to ignore the offers of beer slushy. This was the birth of Strip Monopoly. If you have ever played Monopoly you know it is a very long game, it can take hours. It becomes an even longer game when you have to take shots for landing on go to jail, and when you are allowed to sell your clothes for money in order to pay your rent. The slushy creator was very good at monopoly, probably because he had been nursing one very nasty, chunky beer for the last few hours and the rest of us were nicely toasted off the perks of going to jail. Next to him was a roommate who was very bad at Monopoly. Not because he was unintelligent but rather because his luck had been terrible this game and he practically had his own room at the jail house. Do to the rules of the game he was rapidly progressing from bad to worse. Suddenly we hear a knock at the door, who could it be? Oh it was our little jail bird’s girlfriend. “Hi nice to meet you, yes, my name is Sara. Why am I in my underwear? Well I just landed on Boardwalk and the rent was outrageous.” I explained at if this was the most logical thing in the world. “It was beyond my means so I was forced to sell my shirt and pajama pants.” She comes further into the dining room. I cannot imagine what she must have thought. At the kitchen table there were two roommates without their shirts on, one wincing as he drinks some yellow concoction of unknown origins, there is a chick she had never met standing next to her in nothing but her skimpies and finally her eyes come to rest on the love of her life. He is in nothing but his grey boxer briefs and is sitting with his head resting on the table, slowly rocking. “Don’t worry; we paid him to keep his underwear on!” The girl next to her says smiling as if this made everything all better. This situation was perfectly normal, really. The girlfriend nodded and then silently helped her boyfriend leave the table and go up to bed. Sometimes you just can’t improve a first impression.

These stories are in no particular order.... oh well

12. Yellow Brick Run

I like to run. Where ever I live that is the first thing I do, I hunt down good running trails and then I slip my feet in my tired old running shoes and out I go. Right now I am living next to a great trail. Once a month it becomes the best running trail in the whole wide world. This trail starts out as a sidewalk behind my house, it goes under four bridges where cars rush over head, over a set of train tracks and then to dirt before you reach the sweet spot. This spot makes the whole run worth it. It is an old wooden bridge. This is not the world’s prettiest bridge and it is built over a crummy little creek that is empty half the time and has dirty water when it is running. The wood is tired and swollen from years of exposure to the elements. My feet always go thud-thud hollowly as I cross, and every time not matter how bad my day is I am smiling. This bridge is loved by someone. It was once special for someone. I have evidence of this because once a month or so there are pink rose petals scattered across the length of it. I run carefully over these petals, I don’t step on them, and I say thank you to whoever leaves them for giving me that moment in time. I have created tons of stories behind the petals. My favorite involves an older couple who used to walk that trail everyday. They met when they were young; there were lots of arguments over the years and lots of laughter, they had three children which are all grown up now. Over the years the couple grew old together, slowly starting to resemble one another. Then one died and the couple became just one person. Now that person walks that path thinking about the one they have lost… they scatter the petals as they cross the bridge and then walk back to stand in the middle and remember all of the good conversations that they shared, and all of the joy they felt. They smile thoughtfully and then slowly turn and shuffle away. It must have been something special. I can feel it when I run by. The run continues through a field that is full of sun flowers in the spring and shaded by huge cotton trees but no where is more beautiful than that old, rotting bridge.

Home

I have lived in a lot of places over the years. I have lived with tons of different people. This has taught me a very important lesson. Home is what you make it. You can take a house full of strangers and make it a home. This is a very important concept to me. Home. I want a home. I need a home. Not a house, but a home. A place where I walk in the door and I can just be Sara. Over the last 6 months my home situation has gone from bad to worse. At some point it went from being a home to just being a house where I slept and then got away from as soon as possible each morning. All of the warmth I loved so much some how managed to seep under the cracks of the door and disappear into the night. Today I decided I miss home. So tonight I will let myself cry for that which I have lost, tomorrow I will re-build. I am a strong woman. I am a good woman. I am okay.

Got to get down with the sickness

The sickness, it has taken me. The places it has taken me are rather entertaining. The being completely wiped out part means that all I can do is crawl into my bed and pass out day after day. So far, even though I have attempted to go to class both days, I have ended up bailing out before 10 am to come home and crash. The fever part is getting better but I am still have these wild and crazy dreams. I just woke up from my 13th hour of sleep for today. I think I am more tired than when I went to bed last time but the dream was sooo cool! My house kept morphing into these different worlds. Suddenly I would be back in the house where I grew up, then I would open a door and I would be in this room that was filled with maps of the city with tons of pools of hot water and water slides. So on and so forth, sadly though just before I woke up this last time I got sucked down one of these water slides on accident and ended up getting wedged underwater at this bridge. Lol, not a very good way to go, but the water was nice and warm so that was good and I was able to steal air from the froth that was lapping at my face for awhile. Then I started to die and woke up and now here I am writing to all of my imaginary friends from blogger land. Good time. :) Alright I am going back to sleep. My goal today is simple, get well enough to go have a cup of coffee with the Joeyman. While he is cousin of the Bogyman he is much nicer and therefore worth the attempt of making my cookies get out of bed for a couple of hours. See you all in my dreams, you might want to bring a life jacket.

Earlier this summer I started to write down things that happen in my life because I find my life funny. I was debating posting some of those online, would that be mildly entertaining to people or would that just me rambling? I like rambling, it has a good rhythm and gives me something to do. Maybe what I'll do is post one "chapter" a day. That way I can hook people and sell my ideas for millions of dollars muah ha ha! It will be akin to the Harry Potter phase and cocaine in the 80's. Alright so today's the first chapter boys and girls. Actually it is chapter 3 but we won't hold that against it. These are of course actual events in my life and all of the people are real, I have omitted their names so they don't kick my butt but if you realize who I am talking about you can make fun of them at your leisure.

3. The Mouse Hunt

“WE HAVE A MOUSE!!!! IT JUST RAN OUT OF MY ROOM!!!” I hear shouted from the second story, I am in the basement. There is alarm. But does anyone else see this mouse? No of course not. The mouse-seer must be crazy. He is imagining things, we have never had a mouse. He sleeps with a blue towel shoved under his door so Mr. Mouse cannot return. A week later I am in the kitchen, alone, doing dishes. AHH!! There is a mouse under the sink, between the soap and sponges. I bend down to look at the little mouse. He is very tiny, and kind of skinny. Almost close enough for me to touch. I, of course, try and touch the mouse. Not really thinking it through.. just sticking my finger out and fully expecting to poke the little soft and fuzzy creature. I blink, and the mouse is gone… he ran over my foot and then under the dish washer. I did not realize things could fit under our dish washer. A couple days later I am still debating telling the roommates that I saw the invisible mouse. I do not want to tell for two reasons. One: I hate to see any living thing killed, and I live with spider killers. They would kill Mr. Mouse for sure. Two: Everyone is calling the original mouse-spotter crazy because obviously there is no mouse and he was seeing things, which I enjoy because I know he is not crazy. Finally I break down and admit to seeing the mouse. In the next week others have had mouse sightings. One night we were all in the living room and it is discovered that Mr. Mouse lives in the pantry. He is also apparently related to spider-man because he is on the third shelf when I spot him. Spidey-mouse. Cool. I respect this creature. Regardless of respect the Great Mouse Hunt of Campo Court begins. We start small. The initial chase involves some Tupperware and a mixing bowl. We miss. Then the plot thickens. We can put tape all over the entire kitchen floor sticky side up, this will catch the mouse! (this is a suggestion from the now not crazy mouse-spotter) Thankfully, our floor is not taped. Instead a makeshift trap is put in the corner by the fridge. It is made of an orange juice carton, which is in turn taped to the floor. (Tape is an important part of mouse trap making.) The next morning nothing is in the orange juice box. I made sure of that before the others woke up. A few nights later Mr. Mouse is once again seen in the pantry. We plan our attack cautiously. We think of everything, we have boxes, we have Tupperware, and there are four of us versus one of him. Oh, we will win, this is certain. The mouse slips through the crack between the panty door and the wall and is gone under the couch before we knew what happened. Grrr… there are three engineers in this house and one art student. We should be smarter than something whose brain is the size of a grape nut. We rush to the couch. We know he is there. We flip the couch, no mouse. Maybe under the other couch! We flip that couch too… again no mouse. But we see something moving in the side of the couch. MOUSE! So we start to hit the bottom fabric of the couch to scare it out. No luck. Here we are, four college students, all in their 22^nd year of life, chasing a mouse and being out smarted. If we were a bunch of 6 year olds this would not have been a problem. But we have Tupperware, we will still win. An hour later our living room is destroyed. Couches are flipped, pillows are everywhere, and we are panting and frustrated. Grrr.. Dumb mouse. Wait.. the mouse spotter sees the mouse again! He is a mouse radar! Mr. Mouse has been watching all of our craziness from inside the air vent. He was not under the couch, or inside. Mr. Mouse is gonna die before he tells all of the other mice what dumb humans we are. We get ready, we get set…we rush the vent to catch the mouse! He runs. He runs to the kitchen and under the stove. We have lost. Our massive brains were no match for his tiny mousey feet. We all go to bed defeated. The next day we will pick up the couches. Tonight I don’t mind if the whirlwind leaves open the cupboards because the mouse has earned his free food. A few weeks later when most of us are gone, the two remaining roommates catch the mouse. They actually catch him in a plastic mold of the human brain I have left over from my job in a biology lab. HA! The human brain wins! They let him go in a field out by the reservoir a few miles from our house. Such a happy ending except that it was the middle of winter when he was let go.

Laying down when the sun goes up.

Last night was a very late night, but a very good night. It was the type of night where you talk to someone without restrain on any topic. A time where you can be completely yourself and let your heart do the talking without it taking dictation from your brain. I have met a pretty damn cool person recently. I feel lucky at this moment because I know that someone appreciates me for the quirky, crazy person I truly am. It's a good feeling when you get to let your brain out of it's box. Even better when you have a welcoming party there at the time. :) This morning when I was driving home at about 5 am I was completely at peace with my life. This obviously means that tomorrow the world is going to blow up, just to warn all you viewers out there.

A vast me matie... the great blue sea of interwebs....

I decided that as the last person on the face of the earth to not have a blog I should suck it up and see what all the fuss is about. Basically this means that I have come to the conclusion that stalkers do not have enough access to my personal life via facebook etc so here is yet another clue into how to find me so they can cut me up and put me in the trunk of their car. For those of you that don't know me, I am 6'4" and weight 250 lbs. I can bench press a small car and I eat children for breakfast... be afraid. I will break you in half.. Grrrr.. fierce sara! :) Those of you that do know me will either find that funny or stupid. Depending on how well you know me will determine which way you take. (I'd like to think I'm funny, but the silence tells me I'm wrong, sadness). So what exactly does one write on this blog mobile? Ahh... great thoughts and wisdom! Got it! Wait.. no... I'm 23, there is no wisdom yet, and thinking makes my brain say "Ow". Now what skills I do have? Since I know you don't want to grow old waiting for that whole intelligent thought thing to kick in. Wait, here is a list of things I have mastered: walking...talking...tying my shoes and touching my toes. All of the basics are covered. I think I'm ready for the wisdom god to come beat me with the wand of all knowingness... any minute now... waiting... still waiting.... this is going to take some time I think, feel free to let your mind wander....