i'm still here...

quite possibly without my sanity, but here just the same.

so you know your a blog slacker when...

1. you have to actually remember your password to blogger because your computer no longer automatically signs you in when you come to post.
2. you get emails about how your links to things/people are outdated.
3. ted is posting more often than you are (oh and t-dawg, your email keeps throwing back what i'm flinging at it, so get on that.)
4. you think of random things to write about about but then second guess whether you should or not, because you're not reeeally sure anyone is actually paying attention anymore.
5. you're me.
6. or my sister...

beep! beep! beep!

we interrupt this list for the "sara's a moron" portion of the program...

so, i'm sure this probably won't surprise many of you, but i left my wallet at a bar the other night. i'm not quite sure how i did it, considering i didn't actually purchase anything at the bar in question. but whatever! luckily, unlike me, my buddies can mangage to stay up past oh say dark and they were still at the bar when they announced my name on the pa system. "paging the really cool chick who left her life at a bar downtown on a friday night and probably wouldn't have even noticed until the next day, when she went to buy lunch and couldn't, and then she would have torn her world apart looking for said life in every place except the place she actually left it."

that's what they said. i swear.

hey so let's go ahead and break it down now with a slow little love jelly. uh i mean jam.

that made no sense.

this afternoon i saw these two really not attractive, slightly hefty women walking down the street all wrapped up in each other just laughing and enjoying the glorious day together and it made me happy. for them. and the world in general. it reminded me that life really is what you make of it.

my best bud from high school in colorado is getting married. i haven't seen her in probably 7 or 8 years. it doesn't matter. i'm still way excited for her. congrats l.

i found out my boy b is having baby #2. his first baby just turned 1. which means c probably hasn't even garage saled away her maternity clothes yet. so that's good. not to mention pretty couples = pretty babies (usually). congrats.

so, you know what's cool? knowing the flippin' top ten lessons for surviving a zombie attack. that's what's cool.

1. Organize before they rise!
2. They feel no fear, why should you?
3. Use your head: cut off theirs.
4. Blades don’t need reloading.
5. Ideal protection = tight clothes, short hair.
6. Get up the staircase, then destroy it.
7. Get out of the car, get onto the bike.
8. Keep moving, keep low, keep quiet, keep alert!
9. No place is safe, only safer.
10. The zombie may be gone, but the threat lives on.

thanks for that, j . you're swell. (for more on how defend yourself against zombies go here)

alright, well folks, miss sara is outta here. she's bouncing on out. she's scootchin' her badootch. she's off like a whore's bra on, well, any night. wow, that was tasteful.

we'll see ya next time. until then, just remember...it ain't easy bein' cheeeeesy....