tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55621842009-02-19T17:32:12.208-08:00Big words I learned in school and the things I've wondered since I leftSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.comBlogger258125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562184.post-84404363913326044902009-02-19T17:31:00.000-08:002009-02-19T17:32:12.219-08:00

You have two more days to shape the hell up. I'm watching you.

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562184.post-20078847211744055452008-11-25T13:41:00.001-08:002008-11-25T13:43:47.192-08:00

Yesterday's UnshelvedGuess which character is me and which one is Matt.*Reading comics is way more fun that taking that Myers-Briggs thing.

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562184.post-21355183637712733982008-11-04T16:20:00.000-08:002008-11-04T16:21:15.929-08:00

It just started hailing. Out of the -- well, out of the grey, actually, but still.

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562184.post-67779357476168235282008-11-04T13:01:00.000-08:002008-11-04T13:08:28.307-08:00

Do I really need to say it? Go vote.If you're in Washington, vote for Christine Gregoire.If you're in California, vote against Proposition 8 and against Proposition 4.If you're on Colorado, vote against Ammendment 48.If you're in South Dakota, vote against Measure 11.If you're a US citizen, vote for Barack Obama.If you're not certain of your status, go here: Can I Vote?

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Now is the time to jam the airwaves of whichever benevolent higher power you believe in. For the love of all that is holy and good in the world, do not let Joe Lieberman wind up as the 60th non-GOP seat in the Senate. DON'T. Seriously, if I have to watch the Democrats kowtow to this asshole any longer, I'm going to hurl. He spoke at the fucking Republican convention, folks! This guy is not

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562184.post-4834802206127722622008-10-31T20:53:00.000-07:002008-10-31T21:02:44.274-07:00

Poor little third amendment - it just doesn't get the love.

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562184.post-20432784837309384862008-10-28T23:27:00.000-07:002008-10-28T23:30:42.171-07:00

I may be a frail old lady with one foot in the grave, but damn, is my car insurance ever cheap these days! So when do I get my discount super-early dinner at Denny's?You kids get off my lawn!(N.B. - It's 11:30 at night and I've spent the past several hours drinking coffee and struggling to write a statement of purpose. It's possible that I'm a bit punchy.)

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562184.post-30213300961643445892008-10-02T19:40:00.000-07:002008-10-02T19:41:36.043-07:00

It's pronounced exactly like it's spelled, dammit!Vote for the party that can read the fucking pronunciation guide in a dictionary.

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562184.post-91929730049011501642008-09-19T10:57:00.000-07:002008-09-19T11:12:54.252-07:00

1. There is no need to be such an asshole.2. Where in the heck did the time go?3. A damned fine job is all I managed to do.4. Prospects for the weekend: rainy.5. "The bearer of this letter should immediately be put to death" is the message.6. Simplicity and tranquility are somewhere around here, I'm sure of it.7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to quality time with the kiddo

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562184.post-42742021605337035552008-09-18T09:34:00.000-07:002008-09-18T09:57:21.486-07:00

So much to do.I have to write my essay/writing sample (hmm... that came out "smaple" the first time I typed it - sounds like an abomination of a candy.)/whatever-you-want-to-call-it, and having changed focus rather impressively a couple of weeks ago means I also need to do a lot of reading for it. Anyone want to go over semiotics with me? I'm struggling to remember much beyond the basics.The

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562184.post-74052397942834975392008-09-10T21:47:00.000-07:002008-09-10T21:50:20.503-07:00

Adam: On dark days people eat hamburgers, but on sunny days when the sun is up, people don't eat hamburgers.Me: Actually, sweetie, climatic variation has very little to do with hamburger consumption.Adam: No, Mommy! Don't talk about hamburgers! I'm talking about hamburgers!

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562184.post-73277073650562730702008-08-30T12:11:00.000-07:002008-08-30T13:14:34.388-07:00

First, something Txanne has been doing for a while now: today's farmers' market haul! Adam and I hit the U District Farmers' Market on a whim, which meant I had neither cash nor bags, but I did have a three-year-old. This not an ideal combination, but everyone was very nice and took my checks, and many of them offered me big paper bags. Adam doesn't quite get that "samples" are not the same as

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562184.post-49993367120644883522008-08-25T14:00:00.000-07:002008-08-25T14:08:32.060-07:00

Adam: Knock knock who's there!Me: Umm... Who?A: Banana! (giggle)M: Banana who?A: Knock knock who's there?M: Who?A: Banana! (more giggling)M: Banana who?A: Knock knock who's there?M: Who?A: Orange! (even more giggling)M: Orange who?A: (giggling obscures words) Banana! (pause) Mommy, you say "knock knock!"M: Okay. Knock-knock, who's there?A: Who?M: (unable to think of a single knock-knock joke)

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562184.post-89970302375486749072008-08-17T23:07:00.000-07:002008-08-17T23:07:38.190-07:00

A collection of quotes from the kid:(While reading a book about construction) "That's a digger, but diggers don't dig people."(After discussing his wet diaper) "But not a stinky diaper with brown poop!"(singsong) "Daddy monster, don't eat my burrito anymore. And if you will stay and not eat it, then you will eat your own."

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562184.post-64597382114033684982008-08-17T22:44:00.000-07:002008-08-17T22:47:20.808-07:00

My smartitude has been certified by an officially-recognized and accredited testing agency. By which I mean, the GRE is in critical condition, because I kinda kicked its ass.Never have to do that again, then.

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562184.post-2420088810195725812008-08-17T22:42:00.000-07:002008-08-17T22:44:29.846-07:00

Blasting Nazi Punks, Fuck Off when you have all the windows and doors open to cool the house down is perhaps not the done thing in my staid little suburban neighborhood.But maybe it ought to be.

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562184.post-37522565672509265482008-07-25T10:37:00.000-07:002008-07-25T10:47:53.336-07:00

Pretty much the best birthday ever, even without balloons and ponies. I took the day off work, lounged around, read Persuasion, drank iced coffee and ate fancy-shmancy pastries, and then we got a babysitter for the evening and Matt and I went to see Emmylou Harris at the zoo. There were fabulous presents as well (photos sometime, maybe). Also, sleeping late.I'm pretty easy to please in my old

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562184.post-37988922842377141242008-07-07T11:42:00.001-07:002008-07-07T12:06:29.900-07:00

The GRE is breathing down my neck, and I ought to have finished my writing sample by now, so of course I spent the weekend playing with fiber!I finished the quilt top I started at Jessica's sewing bee last weekend:This is from a kit I got at The Quilting Loft a while back (no way could I match up colors and patterns that well - I'm a bit of a disaster that way). The pattern says it's 52" square,

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562184.post-29726478749455346892008-06-27T11:22:00.000-07:002008-06-27T11:25:57.479-07:00

On the phone yesterday:"I had a purple lunch box and I went to college and I drove my car to college and I opened my purple lunch box and it had macaroni and all kinds of food that was in my purple lunch box."At dinner last night, after standing all his fusili up in a pile of pasta sauce:"I'm putting candles on the cake. (Singing, hands waving toward face*) Happy birthday to dear mommy,

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562184.post-70565860488264394822008-06-16T15:26:00.000-07:002008-06-16T16:42:02.174-07:00

I was just listening (again) to Alan Rickman's recitation of Shakespeare's Sonnet 130, found via the Smart Bitches, and I was struck, as always, by how he can completely make me melt into a puddle for thirteen lines, and then completely lose me when he misreads the last one. Why, Alan? Why did you have to insert an invisible "whom" where no whom ought to be?My mistress' eyes are nothing like

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562184.post-5100847475059124892008-06-16T11:00:00.000-07:002008-06-16T11:04:48.975-07:00

Jessica has tripped my overactive guilt reflex over the fact that I've never finished a single thing by James Joyce. So, to avoid having to hand my English degree back, I promise to give him another chance.I'll keep you posted.*grumble* stupid impenetrable modernists *grumble*

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562184.post-44420917401350554382008-06-04T10:48:00.000-07:002008-06-04T10:51:46.977-07:00

I've submitted the following to Sen. Clinton's website, prompted by her mention last night of wanting to hear from her supporters. I'll be sending a letter to Sen. Obama (or at least his mail-readers) as well, which I will also post here. And, hey, weren't those two incredible speeches last night?Dear Senator Clinton,I'm writing in response to your comment last night that you want to hear from

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562184.post-70561184966642695272008-06-03T11:26:00.000-07:002008-06-03T17:41:22.198-07:00

Let's talk about the primary. I've spent quite a while Not Blogging about this, and I've had a good long time to stew about it, so bear with me. Part of my reason for Not Blogging is that many of the things I need to say involve real people, not just people-from-the-internet or celebrities politicians, so if you recognize yourself in here, bear in mind that I absolutely adore you personally,

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562184.post-86680709394292258642008-06-03T10:47:00.000-07:002008-06-03T10:51:52.161-07:00

Not crap, it turns out.Whew!It's interesting that I'm having so much trouble judging the quality of my writing this time around; I remember knowing the difference between a good essay and a lousy one when I was an undergrad. I'm not sure whether it's just lack of perspective because I have so much more riding on this (I'll be asking all of these professors for letters of recommendation), or

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09227698394068242509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562184.post-60165870734475704612008-06-03T09:58:00.000-07:002008-06-03T11:47:04.420-07:00

To my knowledge, Hillary Clinton has not resigned her Senate seat. So why do I keep seeing articles* referring to her as "Mrs. Clinton," hmm?Regardless of your personal opinion of her, she is a US Senator, and has as much right to the title as any man in the same position. Are we really so mired in the past that the highest position anyone is willing to imagine for a woman is that of wife?ETA:

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