tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54990382011-04-22T00:03:00.263-05:00Sassy McFirecracker would it be so hard to <a href="http://www.davidmead.com/home.html">realign</a> a star or twoSassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.comBlogger991100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1159751553700231342006-10-01T20:04:00.000-05:002006-11-17T00:47:26.970-05:00Uncle LeeChee complained that I hadn't updated by blog in, say...a year. So I considered what would be worth writing about. A lot has happened in a year and most of the folks who read this know what's been going on, so there's no need for a recap. Then I thought, what the hell is interesting enough to write about to bring me out an 11-month-long hibernation?!?! And I couldn't come up with Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1133217510765051492005-11-28T17:37:00.000-05:002005-11-28T17:38:30.776-05:00The meeting took place on November 11th—“because 11/11 is the date that most resembles corduroy,” Rohan said.Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1126982763956140272005-09-17T13:38:00.000-05:002005-09-17T13:48:16.020-05:00Choose a band/artist and answer ONLY IN SONG TITLES by that band (you pick your own band or artist, dont use the same one as the person who did this before you)Name: Sassy McFArtist/band: David MeadAre you male or female: Girl on a RoofDescribe yourself: Touch of MascaraHow do some people feel about you: Sweet Sunshine How do you feel about yourself: Only a Girl Describe where do you want to be: Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1124415936332431742005-08-18T20:30:00.000-05:002005-08-18T20:49:52.906-05:00Jen wrote an entry about me looking like Kirsten Dunst. She said that she appreciates not having someone else's famous face. While I would much prefer Ms. Dunst's paycheck or boyfriend, having her face isn't so bad. Being famous though...I definitely don't want that.I know this because tonight I went speed dating. Eight dates in one night. Eight minutes each. Eight guys. Eight times for me to Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1120571405125380582005-07-05T08:50:00.000-05:002005-07-05T08:50:05.130-05:00Whenever Jen and I go on vacation, we inevitably want to move to that somewhere. Japan is no exception. There is too much to write about here. There are presents a plenty for lots of you. I am getting film developed and I will hopefully have a scrapbook together soon. Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1115758845242800922005-05-10T15:57:00.000-05:002005-05-10T16:00:45.310-05:00Conversation I had at the vet's office today as a thunderstorm was gearing up...Five-year-old Child: Do you have a dog?Me: Yes, I do.FYOC: Where is he?Me: At home, probably having cow because of the thunder.FYOC: What are you here for?Me: I have to get cat food. I have a dog and a cat.FYOC: A dog, a cat, and a cow!Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1115326983608473032005-05-05T16:03:00.000-05:002005-05-05T16:03:03.743-05:00I licked Elvis. Man...I love Tennessee. Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1111760992350835822005-03-25T09:28:00.000-05:002005-03-25T09:29:52.350-05:00So, I'm going to Japan in June.Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1110575801187307042005-03-11T16:15:00.000-05:002005-03-11T16:16:41.190-05:00Thank the lord for Heather B. Armstrong. My doctor never told me about the antiobiotic interraction!Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1109122200881212972005-02-22T20:26:00.000-05:002005-02-22T20:30:00.883-05:00Clear blue skies. Sunny. 65 degrees. Today was the kind of day that makes me want to buy a new skirt and a pair of sandals. I want to get a pedicure with pastel pink polish. But even in the south, these things are impractical. By the end of the week, it will be 40 degrees and raining. Just as the groundhog predicted...six more weeks of winter. I am okay with that as long as I get a few Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1106613303297619082005-01-24T19:34:00.000-05:002005-01-24T19:35:03.296-05:00Because I really don't like March Madness...Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1105046226428863462005-01-06T16:16:00.000-05:002005-01-06T16:17:06.430-05:00At the time I thought it was the lamest gift ever, paling in comparison to the Death Star playset my folks gave me. But, in retrospect, I think that might be the most thoughtful present anyone has ever got me.Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1102557089966086312004-12-08T20:45:00.000-05:002004-12-08T20:51:29.966-05:00I am completely in love with Cary Grant. I am pretty sure I would marry him, except for him being dead and all. That kinda ruins the marriage thing.
You know who else I love. Kevin Spacey. I am pretty sure I would marry him too. And he's not dead. Granted, I don't know him, nor do I have a snowball's chance in hell of meeting him. But being alive does make him better marriage material Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1101328737380025052004-11-24T15:28:00.000-05:002004-11-24T15:38:57.380-05:0050 best cover versions ever recorded
My personal favorites:
41 Hazy Shade of Winter - The Bangles, 1987
4 Hallelujah - Jeff Buckley, 1993
There were a few on the list that I didn't know were covers.Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1099177251925899632004-10-30T18:00:00.000-05:002004-10-30T18:00:51.926-05:00Are you kidding me?!?!?!!?Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1097552018218852332004-10-11T22:28:00.000-05:002004-10-11T22:33:38.216-05:00I officially hate my uterus. Not only does it keep falling out in the vicinity of every adorable baby I see, but it has to cause me pain. I writhed in pain on the floor of my reading specialist's classroom for 15 minutes while she taught my class. This was after 45 minutes of sticking it out. I vomited. Twice. This is not what I signed up for, Uterus. I refuse to go through all this pain Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1096314811759855302004-09-27T14:48:00.000-05:002004-09-27T14:53:31.760-05:00Dear Sir,
The position you applied for is still available. However, you do not seem qualified to fit in the boyfriend department. You do have many qualities and characteristics that would make you an asset in the pessimistic loon department. However, there are no vacancies there. We will keep your application in our circular file should we need to contact you in the future.
Have a good Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1095641868491744192004-09-19T19:35:00.000-05:002004-09-19T19:57:48.490-05:00A friend reminded me to breathe the other day. You'd think something as automatic as breathing would come naturally, but in extraordinary circumstances, I tend to either breathe too much or not at all. Last week presented a mishmash of good and bad, and I found myself notably breathless in the ups and downs of the week's events. The bad was so bad, that it left me clinging to the good like it Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1095001014034675062004-09-12T09:46:00.000-05:002004-09-12T09:56:54.036-05:00FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE:
The staff at Sassy McFirecracker is happy to report Jason Porter has officially been replaced in The Best Date Ever category. His successor received this honor at 12:37am on September 12th while Ms. Firecracker drove herself home from the. best. date. ever.Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1094598096621418472004-09-07T17:49:00.000-05:002004-09-07T18:13:56.736-05:00Some definites,some maybes, and some wishful thinking...
Fri 09/17/04 Jump, Little Children Tremont Music Hall
Mon 09/27/04 They Might Be Giants Lincoln Theatre
Mon 10/04/04 Ben Kweller Verizon Wireless Amp. Charlotte
Thu 10/07/04 Vertical Horizon Downtown Live (Raleigh)
Fri 10/08/04 Yo La Tengo Visulite Theatre
Sat 10/16/04 Clinic Orange Peel
Fri 10/22/04 G. Love & Special Sauce Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1094071970973091702004-09-01T15:48:00.000-05:002004-09-01T15:55:05.086-05:00I feel sorry for the person who found my blog by searching for information about "sore armpits". First-the person clearly is in pain. Second-he is still without help, because my entry offers no solution.
And I feel sorry for you, dear reader, that I once wrote about my sore armpits. I apologize.
Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1093222870223330252004-08-22T19:59:00.000-05:002004-08-22T20:01:10.223-05:00When I don't actually want to talk about anything I am doing in my real life, I link. So, here are a few things to comtemplate before you post pictures of yourself on the internet. No one's naked--promise!
Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1092191901414359752004-08-10T21:38:00.000-05:002004-08-10T21:39:31.733-05:00
Halle-frickin-lujah! It's official. As of last Friday, I am a single gal. Now boys, don't all ask me out at once. There is plenty of me to go around.
Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1090202741959010092004-07-18T21:01:00.000-05:002004-07-18T21:05:41.960-05:00Tomorrow I head to the left coast to see my dad and his side of the family in California. I am pretty excited to see them, especially my younger brother. He's a neat kid and I wish I got to see more of him. It's hard when we're on opposite sides of the country. We've never spent more than a few days together in his entire life. I hate that. Perhaps the next week or so will give us a chance Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1089176224865077402004-07-06T23:47:00.000-05:002004-07-06T23:58:02.373-05:00Currently, my desk sits in the middle of my bedroom. My bed leans against the living room wall. On the futon sit all of my clothes that belong in drawers. Dog hair is clumped in places my dog can't even get to. About 85% of my walls are covered in heinous brown floral wall paper. The other 15% looks naked.
Painting starts Thursday. New bedroom furniture arrives Saturday. Adulthood is Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1087872253292698812004-06-21T21:23:00.000-05:002004-06-21T21:44:13.293-05:00It's when I workout that I realize how pathetically out of shape I really am. Today was Day 1 in my new body workout. My friend Paul put together a routine for me for the next four weeks. Having my very own personal trainer makes me feel like a rock star. Hopefully my ass will look a little more rock star soon too.
But right now, I am just sore. Sore in weird places ...like my armpits. Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1086629276026121752004-06-07T12:26:00.000-05:002004-06-07T12:27:56.026-05:00Who are you today?
I am:
Indigo is the color of the 6th Chakra or third eye. It represents clairvoyance and psychic abilities. You may be drawn to it because you are already feeling receptive or because you feel over-analytical and need to give in to your intuition more. In any event, act on your instincts as the day unfolds.
The number Six represents mentors, parents, and educators -- those Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1085485313377393882004-05-25T06:28:00.000-05:002004-05-25T06:41:53.376-05:00I hate to disappoint you, but there really isn't much to the riding a bull story. My friend Mike and I were at Coyote Joe's drinking dollar beers (dollar freakin' beers!!) when I tried to make him ride the bull. He agreed as along as I rode along behind him. We did pretty well. I think we stayed on a while, but mostly because the operator started us off slow, milking the fact that there was aSassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1085292858493370652004-05-23T01:13:00.000-05:002004-05-23T01:14:18.493-05:00Just so you know, I rode a mechanical bull tonight.Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1083877330774608472004-05-06T16:02:00.000-05:002004-05-06T16:05:24.310-05:00Technicolor masticular fantasySassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1083374749093757162004-04-30T20:25:00.000-05:002004-04-30T20:29:38.513-05:00apparently, spring means children because they are EVERYWHERE! jenza and junipar both wrote about their recent experiences with the wee ones. i spent yesterday afternoon with the cutest baby in america. ryan, my friend's new daughter, is seriously the cutest child i have ever seen. not cute enough to make me want to make one, but cute enough to make me think about actually wanting one.
it'sSassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1083204994345997212004-04-28T21:16:00.000-05:002004-04-28T21:19:56.686-05:00What does it say about my current love life, when, in an attempt to get a date, I allow Jen to bet Karen a dollar to go talk to a boy on my behalf? Upon her return from the dare, we learn that said boy is, unfortunately for me, married. Or perhaps it is fortunate that he is married, so that I get turned down for a reason that is not my fault, as opposed to, say, his total disgust at my cottage Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1082584728487790642004-04-21T16:58:00.000-05:002004-04-21T17:01:58.123-05:00Interchangeable photobooth people, I wish you well, but I’ll take my punch in the throat.
I think I have been a photoboother. Perhaps a good punch is in order...hopefully, it will be a mutual punch.
Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1081984492302969262004-04-14T18:14:00.000-05:002004-04-14T18:17:43.746-05:00I officially an American now. I have put my name in the hat to be on reality TV.Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1081910231091152502004-04-13T21:37:00.000-05:002004-04-14T18:03:46.123-05:00It's April, which in teacher-time means it's time for me to start looking for a new job. Fear not. I won't actually quit my job because I love it more than green beans. However, I do start to get frustrated with the kids and I get antsy and want to do something else. Yet, by the middle of July I will be itchin' to get back in the classroom and can't wait to try out all these new ideas. It Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1081478205095041172004-04-08T21:36:00.000-05:002004-04-08T21:39:30.343-05:00On Monday, I drove up to Cary to spend a few days with my former college roomie, Veronica. She's lived there for a few months now, but hasn't really made any buddies. Enter Sassy. In the time that I was there, I made her call a mutual friend of ours to eat with us on two separate occassions, forced the aforementioned friend to bring buddies to dinner, went to a club, and set her up for a Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1080950329678431072004-04-02T18:58:00.000-05:002004-04-02T19:04:29.530-05:00Shamelessly bloglifted from Jenza...(And I don't know what happened to number 8. It's just not there, like the 13th floor in a tall building.)
1. What is your middle name?
Lynn. No family connections, no good story, it just fit well in between my first and last name at birth.
2. If you had been born the other sex, did your parents tell you what your name would have been?
Yes. I would have Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1080603084924801272004-03-29T18:31:00.000-05:002004-03-29T22:10:25.640-05:00How is it possible that I am anal retentive enough to want my socks to match each other exactly (just being the same color is not good enough), but I was not given the gene that actually makes me want to match the damn socks before they go in the drawer?!?!?!? Too bad these guys don't make girl socks. Although, matching numbers still requires matching. Why am I so lazy?Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1080450457533911122004-03-28T00:07:00.000-05:002004-03-28T00:10:11.233-05:00Whenever I am in a hurry to get somewhere, I always manage to catch every red light. This is not a phenomenon limited to just me, nor is it limited to just driving. Recently, it seems that this epidemic of bad timing has bled into my personal life. My love life right now is pathetic, due in large part to really shitty timing. There have been a few opportunities that just never or won't ever Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1080009123378397032004-03-22T21:32:00.000-05:002004-03-22T21:34:31.763-05:00I went to battle with the IRS this evening. I even dressed for the occassion: black turtleneck, black corduroy jacket with lots of zippers, seatbelt belt with blue flames, big black shoes ready for ass-kicking. Sadly, the outfit was just made me look tough as the US government screwed my ass (and my bank account) to the wall.
Got any odd jobs you need done around the house? I have a serious Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1078450072551721952004-03-04T20:27:00.000-05:002004-03-04T20:30:02.950-05:00Good sleeping weather comes in a variety of forms. There is "Pitter Patter Rainy Nights" or "Hunker Down Under a Warm Comforter in the Dead of Winter Nights" or "Cold Sheets in the Spring Nights". Tonight looks like it will fall into the latter category. Technically, it's not spring, but it was almost 80 degrees today, so I think it's close enough. On nights like these, I turn off the heat Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1078349438931498482004-03-03T16:30:00.000-05:002004-03-03T16:34:44.966-05:00Teachers know it's almost Spring when we have to plan the "deodorant talk" with our fifth graders.Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1078178703526129482004-03-01T17:05:00.000-05:002004-03-01T17:07:10.983-05:00Much to my surprise I managed to watch the entire Oscars last night. I am an old fart that goes to bed early on school nights, but we had a two hour delay today, so I got to sleep in. No one was up to watch it with me, even the dog went to sleep. Instead I will share the conversation I had with the TV last night with you, my adoring public. All two of you.
1. Peter Jackson...your movie won Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1077745482501884162004-02-25T16:44:00.000-05:002004-02-25T16:46:44.576-05:00When your mother said, "You'll poke your eye out", she wasn't kidding. Just ask my dog...he poked his eye out with the cat. I wasn't the least bit concerned about him on our 30 minute walk. This is what makes me a bad mother...it took me that long to realize that he was even injured. I called the emergency vet and Jenza and I rushed my pathetic car-shy dog to the hospital, which is about a Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1077505304649794532004-02-22T22:01:00.000-05:002004-02-22T22:03:44.373-05:00I am one of those people who think of the perfect comeback thirty minutes too late. Right there in the moment, I am dumbfounded. If I say anything, it sounds either dumb or vicious. But last night, I was able to zing some degenerate assholes at the bar. It felt oh-so-good. I applaud myself.
Last night was a lot of fun, despite a few setbacks. It was nice to hang out with my girls. Since Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1076895454347672182004-02-15T20:37:00.000-05:002004-02-15T20:39:26.543-05:00A little indigestion and minor dehydration are prices I am willing to pay to have an outstanding Valentine's Eve. Yay for cute boys that actually talk to you. Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1076558696933095412004-02-11T23:04:00.000-05:002004-02-11T23:06:45.610-05:00An incomplete list of what I plan to do with my time, now that the damn portfolio is no longer my problem (in no particular order):
-clean my house, starting with my bedroom
-touch up the paint in both bathrooms
-read...for pleasure...hallelujah
-go dancing
-pay more attention to my dog
-complete the artsy fartsy projects I have been plotting
-find a cure for cancer
But first, I am going to getSassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1076281741929139762004-02-08T18:09:00.000-05:002004-02-08T18:10:47.310-05:00The writing is finished. All that's left is polishing and putting it together. By Thursday, I will be a happy woman!
PS-I now have two hats with pom-poms.
PPS-Good luck tomorrow, Jamsky! All relevant body parts are crossed and prayers have been offered. Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1076204722938828512004-02-07T20:45:00.000-05:002004-02-07T20:47:06.903-05:00I've typed pretty much all day. I am almost through with my portfolio, or at least the parts that I am going to submit. I wish I had been this productive the entire time, but I suppose that's par for the course for me. I begin and end well, but it's the middle that gets to me.
After about two hours of typing, I had to stop and do something else. There is only so much analysis I can do in oneSassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1075947588430561542004-02-04T21:19:00.000-05:002004-02-04T21:21:29.763-05:00I am a packrat by nature. If you knew my family, you would know that I come by it honestly, from a long line of people whose motto is 'But I might be able to use it someday." My grandmother's basement is lined with boxes and piles of nearly anything you can imagine: fabric, figurines, foam packing peanuts, paintbrushes, Christmas lights. She's from the Depression generation, so being frugal Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1075847972828262492004-02-03T17:39:00.000-05:002004-02-03T17:41:12.746-05:00I love it when my dog nuzzles up next to me, puts his head in my lap, and just stares at me with those big brown eyes. Charles Schultz knows what he is talking about. Happiness is a warm puppy. Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1075512831449172582004-01-30T20:33:00.000-05:002004-01-30T20:37:42.513-05:00I think I have caught my first official cold of the winter season. I had a brief stuffy nose back in December, but I don't count that. I think I did pretty good holding out until almost February. With that flu mess a few months back, I thought sure I would be one of the casualties. You see I work with germ factories. Coughing, sneezing, nose-blowing germ factories, otherwise known as fifth Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1075341491029750182004-01-28T21:04:00.000-05:002004-01-28T21:04:20.793-05:00Some family friends live in Keene, NH. A quaint, little, New England town. Everybody walks everywhere. The mall is called The Mill. Charming, really. Except this week...it's home of the caucuses, where all the Democrats run for president. (Sorry Jen, no corn and bowling.) As this journalist puts it, "Imagine: You go out for a tuna melt and end up in a media nightmare." I think my Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1075256503031870392004-01-27T21:21:00.000-05:002004-01-27T21:23:16.436-05:00So, no work on Wednesday either. Somewhere in my bedroom community there are roads still iced over. That means no buses. That means one more day of sweatpants and sleeping in.
To keep myself occupied while being house-bound, I have watched entirely too much TV, read everyone's blog 98,382 times, crafted in my craft room (which is almost all tidied up now), and ate something at least every 3Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1075048469346875152004-01-25T11:36:00.000-05:002004-01-25T11:36:57.530-05:00wintry mix
n. A combination of frozen precipitation, such as snow, sleet, or ice.
v. To fall as mixed frozen precipitation: It's supposed to be wintry mixing all day, so school will probably be canceled tomorrow!
Here in the south winter weather of any variety is sure to spark terror into the hearts of adults and sheer glee in the hearts of schoolchildren. Adults flock to local grocery and Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1074908074421809132004-01-23T20:42:00.000-05:002004-01-23T20:43:46.796-05:00The day the music died, at least for me, was not in '59. It was not canonized by Don McLean, only to be soiled by Madonna and countless frat parties. It did happen in Iowa though, in my sixth grade music class.
A brief history...All through elementary school I participated in my school's musical theatre programs. (Ahh-the good old days before high-stakes testing and budget cuts.) In third Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1074721889327478772004-01-21T16:51:00.000-05:002004-01-21T16:52:56.076-05:00I copied/adapted this from snowtoes because I should update and have nothing to say and because I would actually like answers to at least the first set of questions.
Please recommend for me...
01. A movie
02. A book
03. A musical artist, song, or album
04. A blog I should read
BONUS:
05. An interesting word and its definition
06. Topic(s) to cure writers block
07. Explanation why it Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1074554974644122442004-01-19T18:29:00.000-05:002004-01-19T18:30:59.890-05:00Okay, I know that "sexual tension" is a big factor in most shows at some point, but this Vaughn-Sydney thing is driving me nuts. You can't tell someone she is your one and only when you are about to die in a North Korean prison and then run home to your wife like nothing happened. It's just not right! I'm dying here and I even made a movie about it. Besides, Michael Vartan/Vaughn, you are Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1074530690898866342004-01-19T11:48:00.000-05:002004-01-19T11:48:01.873-05:00I can't really explain why, but I woke up feeling political this morning. That's not a word I would use to describe myself, but today it fits. Perhaps it's a cosmic attempt to counter yesterday's craftinness. Jenza and I made homemade valentines and homemade chai.
If you too need to balance your chi, you might look here, here, here, or here.Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1074254208697907772004-01-16T06:56:00.000-05:002004-01-16T06:58:10.840-05:00I can't believe I am updating at this time of the morning. Holy carp! But this made me smile. Enjoy.
For some reason, every time someone takes a picture of me, I look kind of bloated and sweaty. But when I look in the mirror, I’m nothing but a stone-cold fox. Isn’t that weird?Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1074226890670702292004-01-15T23:21:00.000-05:002004-01-15T23:25:27.546-05:00I just got back from my evening out with the old farts. Actually, they are ladies that I work with at school. While they are all old enough to be my mother, none could be considered "old farts." I've spent a good bit of time with all of them outside of school, and have always been entertained. These are the kinds of women you want to grow up to be like. They graciously offered me an extra Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1073960548786740412004-01-12T21:26:00.000-05:002004-01-12T21:26:41.403-05:00So, how was my weekend, you ask? Fine, but a bit busy. I woke up at 6 Saturday morning because I had so much to do have annoyingly regular sleep patterns thanks to my day job. After that I avoided taking a shower for several hours at least. Later I bought tea, saw Big Fish, and started whitening my teeth. I was so wiped out after that I went to bed early. Sunday was filled with...uh....Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1073781623980922042004-01-10T19:40:00.000-05:002004-01-10T19:41:40.310-05:00100 Words
When I am driving, I think about you most. The music and the scenery swirl to paint a picture of your face. I pull up at stoplights hoping that you will be in the car next to me. When our eyes meet, I smile. You realize in that instant how much you have missed me and how you don't want to spend another day of your life without me. That’s the moment that my life changes, the moment Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1073442157093154772004-01-06T21:39:00.000-05:002004-01-06T22:03:34.186-05:00Christmas cards always make me think about my dad. When I was eight years old, he sent my mom and me a card. This was the first time I had heard from my dad--ever. I remember the card, white, folded on the top, an illustration of the earth with kids standing all around the world on the cover. I have no idea what the inside said, but I remember that it made my mom cry as soon as she opened it.
Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1073357463776801572004-01-05T21:51:00.000-05:002004-01-05T21:52:32.216-05:00There is not a whole lot that I regret about my life. I have made some life choices that I know were poor, but I have learned something from all of them. In some cases, I have just learned that I am a complete moron, which is valid and useful and occasionally true. I've even managed not to repeat some of the regrettable choices. All in all, I am pleased with the direction my life is headed, Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1073107571763188682004-01-03T00:26:00.000-05:002004-01-03T00:27:20.466-05:00Shiny, new Corvette + license plate "SILVERFX" = middle-aged man with better than average income + smaller than average penisSassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1072646217941218362003-12-28T16:16:00.000-05:002003-12-28T16:18:01.403-05:00But that girl over there has mahogany hair
And her eyes of sweet amethyst
I think maybe it would be better
If I just wrote her a letter
But instead she grabs me and we kiss
PS-Sorry that I haven't actually written anything of substance lately. Perhaps soon.Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1072543179007373962003-12-27T11:39:00.000-05:002003-12-27T11:40:40.966-05:00This should provide minutes of LOTR fun. I was an expert, although, considering the questions, that's not saying much.Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1072370186247137562003-12-25T11:36:00.000-05:002003-12-25T11:37:26.436-05:00Merry Christmas, Boys and Girls!
I am looking forward to a day of excessive caloric consumption, followed by a nap or three. I hope your holiday is equally unproductive.
Love,
SassySassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1072204413111745842003-12-23T13:33:00.000-05:002003-12-23T13:34:31.310-05:00On this on particular road, there are two Mexican restaurants one on either side of the street, each with its own waving Mexican. We have a few places in town that have the waving folks, so it really wasn't all that surprising to see until I realized there were two. Dueling Mexicans, if you will. Does the better waver have the tastier tacos? Who knows. What would really convince me of Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1071969508493138372003-12-20T20:18:00.000-05:002003-12-20T20:20:39.310-05:00I really should write an entry about LOTR. I have seen it twice since Wednesday and I am sure that a few more viewings are in order before long. Since I have not read the books (I tried...really. I got stuck in a boring part and never quite made it out. It's on the agenda for 2004.), I hate commenting on the movie. So instead, I'll let the staff of Flak Magazine do it for me.
So broad, so Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1071944637854957512003-12-20T13:23:00.000-05:002003-12-20T13:24:53.326-05:00Tried out some new colors on the blog today. Not sure if I like them or not. Hmm. Still can't figure out how to change the color on the comment link. Unable to use subjects in sentences. Feel like caveman...caveman with a computer?Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1071781256475947832003-12-18T16:00:00.000-05:002003-12-18T16:02:55.233-05:00Today is my birthday. Today I am officially in my late twenties. Today I am happier than I was yesterday, believe it or not. I still get pretty excited about my birthday. Eventually I will get really old and feel sad that I am really old, but right now, I love it. I love having attention paid to me. It's like your own private holiday. Personally, I have always tried to pay special Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1071452274706365732003-12-14T20:37:00.000-05:002003-12-15T18:47:10.263-05:00My college roommate, Veronica, and I used to go out and drink on occasion, especially at the nerd fraternity houses. When we were totally lit, we'd run out on the lawn to practice our Jackie Chan spin kicks, including the hy-yah to make it sound authentic. This would entertain our hosts to no end because we were considered the "quiet" girls. You know, the responsible ones who rescue kittens Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1071265829713841662003-12-12T16:50:00.000-05:002003-12-12T16:52:38.496-05:00If I ever have children, I want the father to be a man who can create the world's greatest bedtime stories. Yet another reason, I want to marry Andrew Womack...I am sure his wife feels the same way. Their ankle-biters will get stories with lines like this:
"Frosty crosses his stick arms and winks behind the General’s back, as much as coal can wink."
My friend, Ashley, is pregnant. She is Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1071192723036307922003-12-11T20:32:00.000-05:002003-12-11T20:32:49.653-05:00For lack of anything better to write about, here is a list of all the holiday cheer I will be/have been spreading this month.
*Dec. 10-Mom's Christmas Party for work
*Dec. 11-Holiday Chorus program at school
*Dec. 12-Gay Christmas
*Dec. 13-Muzak Christmas Party & holiday shopping
*Dec. 14- A day of rest (just like the Lord)
*Dec. 16-J,LC
*Dec. 17-LOTR-ROTK (elf---HOTT)
*Dec. 18-Get old, last Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1070856688702041842003-12-07T23:11:00.000-05:002003-12-07T23:12:11.793-05:00I think I need therapy and it probably should involve some 12-step program. Be prepared to have an intervention because I am addicted to ABC Family Channel's original romantic comedy movies. I know it's pathetic, but remember addiction is a disease.
All of their movies follow the same romantic comedy recipe .
*Step 1: Have 2 miserable people, preferably one male and one female.
*Step 2: Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1070486589981131132003-12-03T16:23:00.000-05:002003-12-03T16:23:48.670-05:00Carsten turned me on to this comedian, Dane Cook. He has a comedy sketch about the Speak & Spell. So after you go listen to track 12, you should totally go try out the virtual Speak & Spell and learn to speak like the devil too. Ahh, good times.Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1070316523410484542003-12-02T21:07:00.000-05:002003-12-02T21:20:59.890-05:00Angry man walking...that's what I should call him. He's average height, maybe 5'10", with dark brown hair, so dark it's almost black. That hair is badly in need of a trim, as is his shaggy mustache. By the time I see him, his five o'clock shadow has set in so his skin looks a bit weathered. You can see the wrinkling skin around his eyes, despite his glasses with the amber tint. I'm guessing Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1070163252779495302003-11-29T23:02:00.000-05:002003-11-29T23:02:20.280-05:00An assortment of observations from my holiday in the midwest:
-As obvious as this may sound, the midwest does not look like the south. I hadn't been in the middle part of these United States in quite some time, so it was a bit jarring to look at my mom's hometown, which is similar to the town I grew up in, and feel very out of place. I don't know how to describe it, but everything is differentSassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1069710680330753832003-11-24T18:24:00.000-05:002003-11-24T18:26:08.263-05:00This post contains a self-indulgent list of my materialistic wants. Consider yourself warned...and reminded of the upcoming birthdays of Jesus and me.
A matching glove/scarf/hat set to go with my cream coat
Boxes of the silver-toned variety (assorted sizes)
Flannel Sheets
Pictures of my friends
Media of all varieties: movies, books, music
New socks
Chai, chai and more chai
Any of these patternsSassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1069370425711845432003-11-20T18:20:00.000-05:002003-11-21T16:51:18.450-05:00As if I didn't have enough to do lately, I have been contemplating a book. I know this sounds like I stole this entry from James, but I swear I didn't. I looked at NaNoWriMo, but decided that I don't have time to do it this year. Not with that chaos that is going on in my life. I read this article today and thought I might be interesting to enter, once it becomes the Americanized version of Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1068928436563242032003-11-15T15:33:00.000-05:002003-11-15T15:37:56.340-05:00When I was in elementary school, I loved to roller skate. On the weekends, my mom and I would stay at her boyfriend's house complete with a wall-to-wall concrete basement, my own personal roller rink. I always wanted boot rollerskates in white with hot pink wheels, but instead I had my mom's old hand-me-downs. They were metal and attached over my tennis shoes with a bolt on the bottom that Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1068503138757243382003-11-10T17:25:00.000-05:002003-11-10T17:25:36.363-05:00This really isn't an entry, but I am a sucker for puns. I will laugh for days at this crap.
*Two boll weevils grew up in South Carolina. One went to
Hollywood and became a famous actor. The other stayed behind in
the cotton fields and never amounted to much. The second one
naturally became the lesser of two weevils.
*Two Eskimos sitting in a kayak were chilly but when they lit a
fire in Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1068239931845820332003-11-07T16:18:00.000-05:002003-11-07T16:18:49.873-05:00If I ever feel close to God or some higher power, it is through music. I think that if we were created to worship, music is the vehicle through which worship should happen. All through middle and high school, I was a part of a church. It was a wild church--a full band, people dancing in the aisles, speaking in tongues, congregation shouting amen during the sermon. It was the kind of church Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1068067791122417412003-11-05T16:29:00.000-05:002003-11-05T16:29:49.373-05:00I used to bite my nails, so far down that they would bleed. But now I actually trim them regularly. It occurred to me that I don't remember when I stopped biting them, but I remember tons of useless products my mother would buy to curb that "filthy habit". Bitter nail polish, fancy nail buffers, manicure sets, etc. No luck. I always figured that I would stop biting them when I was a grown upSassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1067570128454503642003-10-30T22:15:00.000-05:002003-10-30T22:17:10.946-05:00There is a god and he loves me. Tonight is proof of that.
Jenza, her beau and I went to shop for a Halloween costume this evening. Party City had been raped of most of the viable costumes, but we stumbled across some Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles masks in the birthday party aisle. I get to be Michelangelo. I get nunchuks. What more could a girl want?
Afterwards we ate dinner at the Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1067474786481554352003-10-29T19:46:00.000-05:002003-10-29T19:53:02.710-05:00Amy came over for dinner tonight. She is going through a divorce also, so we commiserate on occassion. When I talk to her, I realize how fortunate I am. A lot of her friends have taken sides in the matter, most choosing her husband's side. Although she has folks at work, the people she spent the most time with outside of school have abandoned her. I got lucky. I have some of the best Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1067292131258633232003-10-27T17:02:00.000-05:002003-10-27T17:02:10.910-05:00I first came across this in May. I didn't write it, but I wish I had.
"How about, next time we see one another, rather than pretend you don’t notice my green eyes and pouty bottom lip, rather than pretend I don’t notice how delicious your mouth looks, how strong your hands, rather than me looking past you and you looking down at the floor, instead, we stand real close? Close enough for me to Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1067217229684364172003-10-26T20:13:00.000-05:002003-10-26T20:17:45.100-05:00When I lived in Iowa, my mom drove a '77 Dodge Aspen. It was two-toned brown with two doors. The roof was a bit darker and had bumpy texture to look like leather, I guess. Behind the front tire, but before the door, was the name 'ASPEN', written in raised silver lettering. I loved running my fingers along the smooth curves that connected the letters, imagining the day that my scribble for Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1067097516154798212003-10-25T10:58:00.000-05:002003-10-25T10:59:25.056-05:00One of the advertisements that popped up on my blog today was for this. Is the internet trying to tell me something?Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1067043741681945712003-10-24T20:02:00.000-05:002003-10-24T20:02:21.670-05:00Sorry for the previously manic post. I am feeling much better now. A nap, a good cry, and a cup of tea make the world a much happier place. I have learned through the course of my 20-something life that I deal with stress by throwing a first-class temper tantrum, followed by more level-headed thinking. There is something about the hissy fit that triggers rational thought for me. There's a Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1067027735365119632003-10-24T15:35:00.000-05:002003-10-24T15:37:07.046-05:00I am sure there is something else I could write about, but I don't want to be introspective. I don't want to wax poetic about the beauty of the wold. I want to whine. My week has been packed from beginning to end, mostly with work related stuff that pushes my stress-o-meter through the roof. As usual, I have taken on more than I can handle and I am now moving into the freaking out stage. Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1066795159708550922003-10-21T22:59:00.000-05:002003-10-21T22:59:40.140-05:00I received an email from one of my former students today. She is in the seventh grade now, but I taught her in fourth and fifth grade. It's interesting to have students two years in a row, especially during those 'tween' years when childhood and puberty are struggling for total domination. This particular girl(we'll call her Cari) was the epitome of struggle. Her parents were wonderful and Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1066419811125399122003-10-17T14:43:00.000-05:002003-10-17T14:43:30.646-05:00Give this a shot!
For the record, I was a champ on the basic quizzes. I pretty much turned retarded when I got to the advanced ones. Fifth grade social studies only gets you so far!
How did you do?Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1066261964284698002003-10-15T18:52:00.000-05:002003-10-15T19:01:35.296-05:00Hello again, Internet! It's been a long time. I've been busy...I couldn't log on...excuses...excuses. But now I am back, ready to conquer writer's block.
Well, I told Junipar and Jenza that I would write about Halloween costumes to make it a trilogy of topics, but I have vetoed the idea...at least until writer's block strikes again. So here we go...
Do you ever just not get something? Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1065747820355612222003-10-09T20:03:00.000-05:002003-10-09T20:03:40.443-05:00Tomorrow I get to wear jeans to work. For anyone who knows my boss, this is likely to be the first sign of the apocalypse. But she can be persuaded on occasion, and I begged her to let my co-workers and I support National Denim Day in support of breast cancer research. It's a cause for which I am willing to challenge my boss.
My grandmother, my great-aunt, and mother are all breast cancer Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1065561618814444822003-10-07T16:20:00.000-05:002003-10-07T16:20:18.770-05:00You know that line in "As Good As It Gets" when Jack Nicholson tells Helen Hunt that she makes him want to be a better man. The first time I heard that line, I decided that I wanted to be that for someone, particularly a male someone. But as I reflect upon my past relationships, I don't actually see that I have done that for anyone. In fact, I can see that I have wanted people to bebetter Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499038.post-1056183143302052062003-06-21T03:12:00.000-05:002003-10-22T15:30:02.436-05:00Excluding my birth, I have only been to the hospital twice in my life, for my own health reasons. The first of these two encounters happened at the age of 3. I was a cherub at the age of three, having finally gotten a full head of hair that flipped and curled around my face like a halo. I was also an only child and an only grandchild, so I imagine I must have been a bit more devilish than my Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08068703448641444980noreply@blogger.com0