io vado a piedi

Novio Novio, where art thou?

2006-08-22T07:35:00.000-07:00

The short and the really sweet.

YO, SARAH ANNE, TENGO UN NOVIO.

Read the story!

Me Voy

2006-03-30T21:13:00.000-08:00

God might not be calling me to leave the country, unfortunately, but He is certainly calling me to leave this blog.

Hence, I resign.

Que vaya con Dios!

Adios.

To post or not to post

2006-03-27T07:58:00.000-08:00

I feel a little guilty about making a promise like: "I'm back!"

Perhaps I should pray that God would convict me of my blogging laziness. This is kind of like praying that He would convict me to read the Book of Mormon if, and only if, I am missing the meat and potatoes of His Truth.

Well, I prayed. He did not convict. Thus, I am sticking to the Bible for God's truth unless something else comes along, which I highly doubt. (2 Tim 3:16)

I wonder if it is even worth posting when my posts are mere deliberations about whether or not I should post on a consistent basis.

temper tantrums are annoying

2006-03-01T21:50:00.000-08:00

In response to such high demand for increased posting frequency...

I'm BAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!! and a new woman:

Caffeine free! (the best part of waking up is (DECAF) folgers in your cup!)
Chocolate free (starting tomorrow, which is the first day of Lent, I think. If it isn't, I don't have to feel bad because I am not Catholic, I just like the concept of Lent).
Tummy ache free!!!! (I had lots of carrots today. They are wonderous for tummy aches!!)

That's it. Really, that's all I've got. After my computer has had close to a million temper tantrums this week, I am afraid to write any more for it might freeze, and never un-freeze.

I just feel like I am walking on thin ice with this thing. Our relationship is just really rocky right now.

the worst thing to do with a cut-up credit card

2005-12-16T08:05:00.000-08:00

I know what you are thinking: the worst thing to do with a cut-up credit card is to tape it back together and try to use it.

Well that is NOT what I did. That would never work anyway, duh! What I did was SAVE my cut-up credit card.

It would have been okay about 12 years ago. But now, there is ONLINE SHOPPING!! and the numbers on the card are still very, very legible!

I knew there was some reason I chose to save it.

morning delirium

2005-12-15T12:00:00.000-08:00

This morning I woke up at 7:30 a.m. with the notion in my head that there were two 8 o'clocks, one right after the other: ...7:00, 8:00 (#1), 8:00 (#2), 9:00...and so on.

Knowing I had to be up by 7:45 a.m. and to work by 8:30, I rolled over and said to myself, "Sarah, you have either 15 minutes, or an hour + 15 minutes to sleep, which will you choose."

I would have chosen an hour+15 if I hadn't come to my senses by the time my 7:45 alarm went off (playing Deathcab's "Soul meets Body").

These are the most edible words I have read in a long time

2005-12-12T07:48:00.000-08:00

Personality is the unique, limitless part of our life that makes us distinct from everyone else. It is too vast for us even to comprehend. An island in the sea may be just the top of a large mountain, and our personality is like that island. We don’t know the great depths of our being, therefore we cannot measure ourselves. We start out thinking we can, but soon realize that there is really only one Being who fully understands us, and that is our Creator.

-- Oswald Chambers

My Utmost for His Highest

December 12

All I want to do is make a thick veggie stew and milk a cow

2005-12-05T09:56:00.000-08:00

On my way home from class, I was envisioning myself as a farm girl. Milking cows, picking vegetables, chopping down trees for fire wood, riding horses while my pig-tail braids blew in the wind. This is all I wanted to be doing.

Maybe I will marry a stubborn, relentless, and persistent farmer and raise my kids doing really hard farm labor. It would do them nothing but good.

Decided. The best option for life: Farm girl (or boy)

First fall of the winter, last I hope

2005-12-05T07:43:00.000-08:00

I still can't believe it happened: I slipped while I was getting off the bus. It was all a blur! My shoe slipped on some wintery slushy stuff and then I just got up and started walking again, not even knowing what had just happened. Some guy chased me with the sweater I had dropped, and then he asked if I was ok, I was like: i think. I don't know. what happened again?

Don't you love how embarrassing moments like that become surreal?

homeostasis and wordy women

2005-12-04T20:04:00.000-08:00

I don’t want to excite myself too much, because this always happens to me; God gifts me with moments that make me love life—like really a lot. But nature brings me back to a state of homeostasis. I have decided, despite, that even if excitement is brief, it should always be written about. Always.

Homeostasis is ok. I suppose without it, life would be like a perpetual caffeine spurt. That would be exhausting! I can’t even think about it right now, it stresses me out.

This is one of the many gifted moments of the night: sitting on the edge of my kitchen table, watching a lot of godly guys doing my dishes (and singing, sometimes in italian).

God is working IN MY OWN HOUSE; of course not because it is MY house, but because my house is HIS house. Where many people are gathered--people who are each the temple of the Holy Spirit--God is there. Believe it.

Can you fathom how many words, conversations, thoughts and emotions are perceived and known by God? How on earth can he keep track? I am just glad I don’t have his job.

I enjoy totally unforced and unexpected conversations, especially when they relate to God’s work. Lee, Jordan and Christine stayed after small group. I was here, as usual, along with my roommate, since we live here. Conversation brewed some tasty things, but I think one of the most memorable moments occured while everyone was talking about the truth of Oswald Chamber’s book, My Utmost for His Highest. We were talking about how Oswald’s wife was the one who compiled the book, based on his sermons. Jordan said: “I think it is interested that a woman was actually able to…”

At this point, the three women in the room were staring intently at him, waiting for his next words. …Able to….what???????

What he wanted to say was simply that women are generally more wordy then men, and that it was interesting that Oswald’s wife so effectively condensed his sermons into messages, one-pagers, short and sweet.

I guess what he wanted to say was that women talk too much, and say all sorts of incredibly unnecessary things and talk way way way too much and never really have any point to their conversations and only really like to hear themselves talk a lot a lot a lot and sometimes just ramble on and on and on….. oops.

Valueble things learned tonight:

2005-11-27T18:37:00.000-08:00

The next dress I purchase will be a forest green sequence gown.
Molly is being flogged. How come?
Jesse is not attacking nor winning nor kicking nor screaming charades. He is playing it.
It is undoubtedly possible to fill ones bladder with O.J.
When you have nothing else to say, love is the answer.
Sue Grue microwaved (this is past tense) green beans so Christine could eat them.
The Great Wall of China is just ok.
Free-style is confusing.
Giraffes are plentiful in some peoples' houses.
Brownies need to cook longer.

Now I have chapped lips. Blistex!!!

t-giving blues

2005-11-26T20:57:00.000-08:00

I am still full from thursday night.

This statement is not true, which is the source of my thanksgiving blues. I did not eat as much as I should have. Usually, thanksgiving food is really really good. This year, not so much. Good, of course, but not really really good. Ok, turkey was never really really good, but stuffing? Different story! And this year it was mediocre. Disappointingly mediocre.

I think that having Justin next to me talking about gibblets (derivation of the word gobble and something else) made dinner less appealing. I don't know exactly what a gibblet is, but shut your eyes and say the word aloud: "GIBLET." If you had an appetite, it will probably have quickly been lost.

Additionally, my corner of the dinner table was discussing whether vaginal birth versus c-section births makes a difference in a person's human experience.

Enough said about the loss of appetite for thanksgiving.

I still had a really nice few days in Waukesha though. I heart Waukesha! Especially the Aristotle and Thanos part of Waukesha!

ick!

2005-11-22T07:42:00.000-08:00

We are so nauseatingly serious! -Oswald Chambers

Call me Thomas today

2005-11-22T07:26:00.000-08:00

This is my mind sometimes, and Shawn Mcdonald's, maybe yours too?...

Another day gone by and again I ask myself why? I question my sanity. Why I believe what I believe. Some might think that I am crazy for believing in something I cannot see.

So won't you now hold on to me. Please don't let me go 'cause I am prone to wonder. Prone to leave this faith I know. Hold on.

And now they say that the wise man he fears the Lord, and this fear, well, it's the beginning of all wisdom. And I must be a fool 'cause I sure don't seem to fear you 'cause the very things that you will me to do well, I just don't seem to get around to. The very things that you hate are the very things that I always stumble into.

I am prone to leave this faith I know, prone to leave this God I love.

Won't you hold on to me?

(Hold On written by Shawn McDonald and Chris Stevens)

Do cats eat cats?

2005-11-17T22:11:00.000-08:00

Where do people get off writing such morbid children stories?

Second grader Ronaldo M. was reading Millions of Cats to me today. He knew almost every word except for "bawling" and a few others. He really liked reading the part that said: "Millions and Billions and Trillions of cats" and I enjoyed listening along. But what struck me was how morbid this story was. The plot goes: an old lonely man brings home to his lonly wife a bunch of cats (approximately 1,000,000,000,000 cats) only to provoke a brutish and devistating brawl in which all the cats supposedly eat each other out of jealousy, as assumed by the man and women. (Sounds consistent with Hobbes's account of the state of nature--"a war of all against all"). Yet there is almost no evidence (ie: blood, bones, loose fur...) that this "cat-eat-cat" actually occured, except that all but one of the cats are GONE when the man and woman return from being inside the house. Oh wait, there is the testimony of this cat, but how is HE a credible source? Anyway, this cat gets to be the man and woman's new pet since he is the only one left. They happily embrace him, giving little thought to what REALLY happened to the other 999,999,999,999 cats. What bumpkins! What morbid bumpkins!

I still really like the story though, almost as much as the Frog and Toad are Friends series.

thursday equals latino day

2005-11-17T10:33:00.000-08:00

8am-12pm. Speak spanish to elementary spanish-speaking kids.
12:30-2pm. Learn about chicanos civil rights movement in my Chicano Studies class.
2:30pm-6pm. Try to be a legal advocate for spanish-speaking laboradores.
8pm. Drink a Mandarina flavored Jarritos (hecha en Mexico).
9pm. Do spanish homework with Gina.

You would think I could hablar spanish really good. mistaken!

good answer to good question

2005-11-15T23:32:00.000-08:00

a friend says:

"I was wondering earlier... how many people realize their own mortality and don't give a damn for their sake... of course no one can really answer this..."

wait! wait! someone CAN answer this... John 14:6

Mice eat cheese with anything, right?

2005-11-15T23:08:00.000-08:00

GASP!!! As I write this, I hear a squeaking mouse in my cupboard, you know, the cupboard with all of my pots and pans? The pots and pans with which we made Valveeta Mac&Cheese on sunday? What do I do? I am frozen with fear. What if it comes by my feet and looks at me with its little black beady eyes? (I am on the couch in my living room). Ok, I have just pulled my feet off the floor. Tonight I bought mouse-killing pellets, but I don't know if I am supposed to concoct some sort of secretly poisoned treat, mixing the pellets with, say, cheese (cause all mice eat cheese), or if they are stupid enough to eat plain poisoned pellets.

Mice. I used to have a pet mouse named skittles. actually that was a rat. But I had I think 17 hamsters at one time, along with 5 rats and a guinea pig. Ick. Rodents!

awkward

2005-11-15T22:39:00.000-08:00

I had a thought to blog about today but then I forgot it, and I even forgot where I had written it down, since my memory is horrible (pronounced "o-ree-blay" as in the spanish language). Then I found where I had written it down and it occured to me that it wasn't interesting. I will blog it anyway.

I had written: "He was awkward in his own skin, and then once he started to open up he was a lot more fun to hang out with." (-the guy that works the morning shift Espresso Royale)

So I admit that I have the habit of listening in on conversations. But this particular morning shift E.R. guy talks exceptionally loud whenever he is saying anything about anyone, including himself, which is most of the time. I pretty much know his life story. Ok, not really, but I do know that his wife was pregnant last spring, that means he now has a son, and he is in a band who he got really mad at yesterday, he hates bush, and OBVIOUSLY he has a friend who was awkward and now is not, and is a lot more fun to hang out with.

Well, I guess after hearing him say this, I was sad for the awkward guy (who is supposedly no longer awkward). What's wrong with awkward? I don't know how awkward I am, but I enjoy awkward. In fact, many of my friends are "pleasantly awkward" (you know who you are!) or "sarcastically awkard" (you too!) or "intentionally awkward." Awkward is not necessarily unfun. It is fun if you embrace it. And it is quite necessary.

My conclusion was that in pointing the finger at an awkward person, perhaps morning shift E.R. guy is, in fact, awkward in HIS own skin.

I wonder if Jesus was ever awkward? Did he ever get the hard swallow of awkwardness? Was there ever an awkward silence after he said such incredible things? (which not many people understood inicially and needed explanation) Would peoples' eyes shift toward one another, or would they nudge their neighbor as to say, "YOU ask him what the heck he is talking about."

Another thing I have wondered: did Jesus ever crush? No, not the serpent's head; I know the answer to that. Crush, like on a girl. Just a question.

I am never going to be an attorney

2005-11-11T11:46:00.000-08:00

These are things people have actually said in court, word for word.

Q: Now doctor, isn't it true that when a person dies in his sleep, he doesn't know about it until the next morning?
Q: The youngest son, the twenty-year old, how old is he?
Q: Were you present when your picture was taken?
Q: Was it you or your younger brother who was killed in the war?
Q: Did he kill you?
Q: How far apart were the vehicles at the time of the collision?
Q: You were there until the time you left, is that true?
Q: How many times have you committed suicide?
Q: So the date of conception (of the baby) was August 8th?
A: Yes.
Q: And what were you doing at that time?
Q: She had three children, right?
A: Yes.
Q: How many were boys?
A: None.
Q: Were there any girls?
Q: You say the stairs went down to the basement?
A: Yes.
Q: And these stairs, did they go up also?
Q: Mr. Slatery, you went on a rather elaborate honeymoon, didn't you?
A: I went to Europe, Sir.
Q: And you took your new wife?
Q: How was your first marriage terminated?
A: By death.
Q: And by whose death was it terminated?
Q: Can you describe the individual?
A: He was about medium height and had a beard.
Q: Was this a male, or a female?
Q: Is your appearance here this morning pursuant to a deposition notice which I sent to your attorney?
A: No, this is how I dress when I go to work.
Q: Doctor, how many autopsies have you performed on dead people?
A: All my autopsies are performed on dead people.
Q: All your responses must be oral, OK? What school did you go to?
A: Oral.
Q: Do you recall the time that you examined the body?
A: The autopsy started around 8:30 p.m.
Q: And Mr. Dennington was dead at the time?
A: No, he was sitting on the table wondering why I was doing anautopsy.

I think I should start this now

2005-11-11T10:57:00.000-08:00

I guess I am going to finally start writing on this. I usually don't read or write on blogity blogs but I think I am going to change my ways. It is a valueble thing. I have read 2 blogs this week. One of them was incredibly disturbing (i don't know how nice it would be to say why and who), which stirred up my heart a bit. The other was a breath of really fresh air (this was the blog of my friend who is in Thailand ministering to ex-prostitutes and sharing the Savior with them-DANG! eh?), which calmed my heart and brought great joy. I think both states of heart are beneficial: without stirring there is no acknowledgement of a not-stirring heart, nor is there necessarily forward motion in a good direction. So, logically I ought to start reading and writing on this blogity blog since I enjoy being stirred and calmed. Now that I have decided, I need to think of something to write about. thinking...thinking...thinking...

welcome to blogger, me!

2005-10-14T22:49:00.000-07:00

Dio e bene.

el diario

2005-04-08T23:56:00.000-07:00

Apr. 8th, 2005 11:56 pm

I ate just an hour ago a really fulfilling plate of sesame chicken from the Chinese restaurant down the street--I don't even know the name of it, and I'm pretty much a regular. But the girl who worked tonight wanted so bad to have a temper with me because I annoyingly asked her if I could add a wonton to my meal instead of an egg roll. I felt annoying at least.While waiting for the order to come up, I sat in awe, watching two Chinese guys eat rapidly with chop sticks. They were wearing teal hats. I wanted to compliment them on their chop sticks skills as well as their teal hats. One of them was cute and the other had nice teeth.5 comments - Leave a comment

Apr. 6th, 2005 10:38 pm
Annoying thing of the day

The most annoying thing i accidentally came across today: "When you start xconfig it loads a default configuration file that is mis-leadingin that the xconfig tool doesn't display the stuff from the kernel you are running." why does this happen to me?2 comments - Leave a comment

Apr. 5th, 2005 11:32 pm
Men...what would I do without 'em?

Men are like.... 1. Men are like ....Laxatives .... They irritate the crap out of you. 2. Men are like .. Bananas .. The older they get, the less firm they are. 3. Men are like .... Weather .. Nothing can be done to change them. 4. Men are like .... Blenders .. You need One, but you're not quite sure why. 5. Men are like ... Chocolate Bars . Sweet, smooth, & they usually head right or your hips. 6. Men are like .. .... Commercials .. You can't believe a word they say. 7. Men are like ... Department Stores .. Their clothes are always 1/2 off. 8. Men are like .... Government Bonds .. They take soooooooo long to mature. 9. Men are like ... Mascara .. They usually run at the first sign of emotion. 10. Men are like ... Popcorn ... They satisfy you, but only for a little while. 11. Men are like . Snowstorms .. You never know when they're coming, how many inches you'll get or how long it will last. 12. Men are like .... Lava Lamps .. Fun to look at, but not very bright. 13. Men are like .... Parking Spots ..... All the good ones are taken, the rest are handicapped. SO then, what are women like? Women are...perfect???7 comments - Leave a comment

Apr. 5th, 2005 05:19 pm

Hi to everyone who wants to be friends with the worst roommate ever, emily. Her lj is "emmynuts" so add her. ok?2 comments - Leave a comment

Apr. 4th, 2005 11:55 pm
Emily: worst roommate ever.

I have the worst roommate ever. Her name is Emily. She, knowing full well that I have acquired paranoid disorder as a result of my extensive study of psychopaths and serial killers this semester, has never ceased to (as she claims) "help me heal through her therapeutic tactics." I came home tonight quite late after writing a paper about California Strangler, Edmund Kemper, at Espresso Royale. I clenched my pepper spray all the way home. Upon "safely" arriving, I walked up the stairs toward my bedroom and on the way noticed that the bathroom door was ajar, the light on, and the sink water running full blast. I peered in and found NO ONE. I started calling Emily's name...."Emily????? Emily????" NO RESPONSE. First thought: emily was slaughtered in the midst of washing her hands at the bathroom sink. Then I went into my room and turned on my light, still thinking over the "death" of my roommate. But then, she wasn't dead anymore because she jumped out of the closet. I hate her. So much.2 comments - Leave a comment

Mar. 31st, 2005 06:03 pm
Bitter heart toward Melanie Shuller? I'm over it.

I still haven't gotten over the fact that Shamrock Shakes vanished before the month of march was officially over! i don't understand. neither did the cashier! oh Mcdonaldization--why dost thou invade the minds of each of your not-so-knowledgable employees???(not intending to degrade any Mcdonalds employees!) I don't even think they know that Shamrock Shakes were SUPPOSED to last through march. Doesn't everyone??? I am still pretty sure that the random "S" on every other booth in the restaurant represents "sarah." Although it actually says: "M.S." and I have no M in my name anywhere. my name is M-less. Ok, so maybe it doesn't stand for "sarah", but I can't even think of anyone with the initials "M.S."...OH wait! I had a childhood friend named Melanie Shuller, who now works at Sam's Club in Waukesha; I saw her over there spring break. It brought back bitter memories of her being able to do a roundoff-fronthandspring routine at recess. However, I would like to point out that I finally got there when I was in middle school on the cheerleading squad. Yah, that's right. I even tacked on a BACK handspring: So it was a roundoff-fronthandspring-BACKhandspring routine.2 comments - Leave a comment

Feb. 24th, 2005 11:32 am
curls can teach us lessons

I woke up this morning and looked in the mirror at my mess of a mane--curls everywhere. I thought to myself about the implications of this disaster, and I drew a parallel to my life: a mess. Going to Canada last weekend messed everything up--missing classes, getting the flu and having forgotten how to throw up over the last 15 years of never throwing up, having 4 papers due in 3 days, no food in the fridge, no clothes in the drawers. I guess I'll deal. after all, my life is but a fleeting moment...if only I could see it that way sometimes.Leave a comment

Feb. 15th, 2005 10:42 pm
untasty soup

Advice to any soup eaters out there: steer clear of chicken corn chowder. it was the most untasty soup I have ever tasted (or not tasted). Also, I think I am facing the repercussions of a childhood devoid of daycare.1 comment - Leave a comment

Feb. 14th, 2005 11:37 pm
why should psychopaths keep getting the attention?

I want to express my frustration with Psychopaths. Not only could a heartless exhibitionist like Eddy Gein prove to be the culprit for my death, I have to read about it...every day. They get enough attention for the ruthless murder of 35+ innocent women. Why must we beat the topic into the ground, giving them everything they had hope for--attention attention attention. Whatever...I just hate that I have to write a paper about psychopaths as criminals, psychopaths as doctors, psychopaths as lawyers, psychopaths as garbage men. At least I have bananas and nutella to accompany me. Sorry to les miserables who are allergic to bananas.4 comments - Leave a comment

Dec. 22nd, 2004 02:09 pm
whatever happened to jerry springer?

my landlord just exclaimed "get out of my life." drama queen.He clearly longs to be on jerry springer. i mean, who says that to a renter?
Current Mood: confused
Current Music: too dumbfounded for music
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Nov. 23rd, 2004 09:38 pm
i am officially below the poverty level

i got robbed today...i got robbed today!!!2 comments - Leave a comment

Nov. 19th, 2004 01:17 pm
my lungs hurt

my lungs are being stubborn without reason. i have not even been consulted, nor forewarned. nor have i knowlingly contributed to this result, except for a few hours of second-hand while learning to say "ho voglia di un cappucino". i wonder the crookedness of my spine has something to do with it. but com' on now. suck it up. literally.
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Nov. 13th, 2004 03:14 pm

I don't really know how this works yet. what i do know is that I was eager to express my intrigue with the guatemalan caterpillar i just encountered as I lifted a deliciously plump blackberry to my mouth. appalled, i froze, the pimple sized creature staring intently into my eyes. we had a moment.after learning that these delicate berries were harvested under the child labor in guatemala, i got sad. not only for the children who, under extremely horrific conditions, forgot to wash these blackberries clean of such creatures as a caterpillar, but for the caterpillar himself. he had been in my fridge, clinging to this berry for the past 3 days, anticipating his doom. i guess i don't know how to handle the situation. it seems like a lose-lose situation. if i eat the berry, i will be knowingly denying my meatless lifestyle, put i will be putting the poor caterpillar out of its misery. on the other hand, if i don't eat it, the caterpillar will continue to freeze his little antenae off. ultimately, my landlord will probably find it and eat it. either way, there is a dilemma.any advice?1 comment - Leave a comment