Look!

This is what my father in law is making for me. Isn't it awesome! I'm so excited!! He's really talented with woodworking and he is making it off pictures I took. I'm the only one who gets one. :)

Did I mention I was excited?

Sorry the video is so crappy.

Music Update

So I haven't done one of these in a while and Noop is asking for it so here it is. Shown below are albums I've bought recently (not so recently?) but not necessarily brand new. I know I didn't get everything because I'm kind of voracious about music.

One album below - James Vincent McMorrow I actually had to order from Ireland and then subsequently found out that it will be available in the US iTunes store later this month. Oh, well.

FAIL and a total WIN

Because this:

is not me. And I've never talked about Dance Dance Revolution before (especially on here) except to say it's name in a funny and dramatically excited way (yes you can be dramatic and excited at the same time). Like Dance! Dance! Revolution! And now I've talked about Dance Dance Revolution, so I guess now this could be me?

And as an even more important note, why when I look up my blog with the title does Dance Dance Revolution come up anyway. They are so not related, except now I guess they are.

So I guess if you want to read my blog you have to know where it is because otherwise you'll just end up playing Dance Dance Revolution. My work here, is done.

This is such a weird post to write...

Hodgepodge

I was opening a new box of kleenex this morning and noticed their slogan. It's totally making fun of people that have a desensitized sense of touch, in English and French. Way to go Kleenex.

Also, in the forefront a really poor flame. In the background a really good flame.

And lastly a poem I wrote a while ago that I really love. It's not so happy but I really like the imagery.

Our personal sorrows are shut up

Shut in

These broken gems

Rarely,

Pulled from pockets and coveted

These are other lives

Working their way through disintegration

Fragments of fire

Dimmed down during the coming of the day

You don’t need to see my

Crimson lined dreams

My stars pulled through nothingness

Leaving fingertips scarred in moonlight

We will play at happiness

Trying to pull sinews into alignment

With lightness

Sinking the dark stones

Ghosting to the timbers at our feet

The fastest cadence will never help

To blur past them

And we are afraid they are contained

Within our molded sorrows

Riveted to our hearts

so we are like

Sinking stones in ephemeral bodies

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I'm not going gray, I'm going blonde.

So, every since I can remember I've had this small section of blonde hair that is part of the end of my left eyebrow and extends up into my hairline.

It. Is. Getting. Bigger.

I think the blonde has been working on a strategy for years now because that small patch that was only right at my hairline now fully extends down the left side of my face. It has also convinced a small patch farther back on my head to joint it's side. So not only do I have my kinky curly patch now I have a renegade locket of blonde hair back there keeping it company.

As a side tangent - I have always had trouble with my hair. This is just adding to the mess. Really?!?! Having wavy curly hair means I have to do it every day or otherwise have my hair look like a 5 year old did it. There is no in between, the only way I can look like an adult that you would actually entrust anything to is that I actually do something with my hair. I am now figuring out that my hair has figured out that I have caught on. (was that sentence convoluted enough for you?) And this is it's counter attack. "Sarah figured out how to make herself look like an actual adult, she foiled us and now we have to bring the balance back to our side. Bwahahaha!"

That's not all. It seems to me that there is a section on the right side of my face (exactly mirroring the patch of blonde on my left side) that is slowing getting lighter. My hair is trying the sneak attack but I know it's going to turn blonde and then my hair will shame me with wings of blonde on either side of my face. I will look like a blonde/brunette skunk. I am trying to sleep as little as possible so the hair on both sides of my head has less time to work out their plans, but I'm still sleeping. Sleeping = me getting screwed over by my hair.

There's nothing I can do to counter act their plans besides dye my hair. And I have dyed my hair but I dyed it red. Hello! Hair! I gave you a suggestion, many times. Why did you pick blonde? I have never said I wanted to be a blonde. I am now expecting to be fully blonde by the time I'm 40. So if you see a blonde woman that looks vaguely familiar but you can't quite place her. It will be me.

Thanks a lot stupid hair.

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As to the new popular post section: Don't forget the fakelaki is number one? I honestly didn't see that coming. I mean I don't even talk about what a fakelaki is and if someone is going there thinking that they'll get an education on what the history/definition of fakelaki is then they are going to be severely disappointed.

And as to all the posting lately. I don't know what to tell you other than apparently I am finding things to write about/thinking I have really funny things to say. (Please don't ruin this moment for me)

Here's to hoping 2011 is better than 2010

So yesterday morning was beautiful, sunny and cold. A really good start to the new year. Isaac and I went to have breakfast in La Conner and on the way back I spotted some bald eagles. BALD EAGLES. So Isaac pulled over to the side of the road so I could take pictures. There were two of them so I'm taking that as good luck for Isaac and I for this next year. We then also saw a whole migration of birds up the road. The flock was huge and they were still flying in.

Apparently I will be no less clumsy though because later in the day I slipped on our deck (it was icy) as I was trying to get to my car faster than Isaac so I could drive. Isaac was insisting on driving and I really wanted to so I was trying to beat him there. (I know, I'm so mature) Isaac said it scared him when I slipped and fell into the gravel but I don't really understand that. I mean how long have we been together? I would expect him to get worried on a day that I somehow don't try to maim myself. Later I tried to show him how I skinned up my knee and he said he didn't want to see it. :(

And then today I went to Archie Mcphee's and got these. I love them.

But these might be fun too.

These ones seem kinda tame for party rats.

I had a post but it's going to have to wait.

Because I am rather frustrated and angry.

All of this is due to Car Dealerships (and I'm only capitalizing because I'm mad) under inflating tires. This time specifically Toyota. That's right I said it. Not only do they only vaguely tell me where my car is so I try to get in the wrong car with someone already in it, but they cause this whole ensuing scenario.

So it's cold here, like as in really cold for the NW and it's only 20 degrees this morning. And I got up and left for work earlier than normal because there's ice on the road and I think that's enough to worry about. But no, as I'm driving into work a little (!) symbol came up on my dash. Well that's rather disconcerting but I'M TOO WORRIED ABOUT THE POSSIBLE ICE and my car is still driving. My car is in motion and I'm not stopping to figure out what that symbol means because time will pass and more drivers will get on the road. And what I am really worried about is stupid drivers + ice = another wrecked car for me that I don't want this year. So I finally make it to work and pull out my car manual and the little (!) means that TOYOTA UNDER INFLATED MY TIRES.

Okay so I go in and start to work and this issue continues to gnaw at me because I have OCD. My mother always told me that I always wanted instant gratification but really she just never recognized that I have OCD. Any problem is going to be the biggest problem in the world until it is fixed properly because I can't handle it otherwise.

So I decide to go out and fix it myself. At this point I'm still just glad that it's nothing I have to take my car in for. So I go to the store and get a psi reader and (smartly, for once in my life) I try to read the pressure in my tires while I'm still at the store. BUT I CAN'T GET THE AIR PRESSURE CAP OFF A SINGLE TIRE. So I go back in the store and buy a vice grip because why wouldn't a vice grip get the caps off the tires? WELL IT DOESN'T. This is the point where I really start to get mad. Because Toyota didn't inflate my tires properly and now THEY ARE THWARTING MY ATTEMPTS TO FIX IT MYSELF. (I really tried to write that sentence without the caps. Please know that when I use caps it's just me raising my voice in my head. If you knew me you would know I am not normally loud. Oh, wait, you do all know me... Crap, you already have formed opinions...)

I however, become extremely lucky at this point because the store I'm at has a Les Schwab (I had to look that up as I had no idea what it was called other than it was a tire shop) right next to it and they just opened. I am about to start crying because I can't fix this issue and when I get really angry I cry. (Yes, I hate that I do that. I am all angry but I look like I am something soft a mushy and I really just want to feel powerful and hard and I'm starting to feel a little stabby. That's the best description I have of how I feel anger.) So I go over to the Les Schwab and ask for help (something I hate to do) and this lovely, lovely man FIXES MY TIRE PRESSURE FOR ME. I love him.

And now I can go on with my day. Thanks for listening to my rant.