I did not have my green tea today.  I have been running around like a chicken with her redhead cut off.  And being the redheaded-chicken would probably make me a rooster.  Just sayin’.

I’m happy to say that I have HUGE plans for this Saturday.  Like, gigantic.  Ready?  It’s time to decorate my house for HALLOWEEN!!  I cannot wait.  There’s the Halloween villages to be put up and lit, there’s all sorts of electric pumpkins, there’s spider/cobwebs.. man, it’s perfect.  I adore the holiday.  And then the annual party.. good times!  And did I mention the eyeball lights..?

Still have not decided on costumes.  Hell, haven’t decided on my outfit for tomorrow night.  Steph has this lovely ensemble pulled, but I just don’t know.  I don’t have anything that’s semi-formal.  I either go all the way or jeans and t-shirts.  There is no middle ground with ole Sarah.

K, wanna decorate my house with me on Saturday?  We can also view pics.  I haven’t seen you in forever.. like, since my BIRTHDAY.

TALKED TO SNEED TODAY!  Bryan has a senior who wants to do stand-up, so I contacted my success story in stand-up, the one and only Andrew Sneed.  He is going to help counsel the kid into pursuing a real career.

Also talked to Minnesota!  I’m going to have to create an album for his photos.. turns out the kid has a skilled eye in photography.  I love some of his radio shots he took, so I want to share them with the world.  He’s marvelously successful, as I knew he would be.

I think I may tackle vodka sauce again tonight.  It just LOOKS like it should taste good.  Steph, any suggestions?

(I have chicken salad as back up.)

So I always put what day it is up on my whiteboard.. talk like a pirate day, dress up like your pet day, stick your tongue to your nose day (which I made up just to watch people do it).. and today, I could not post today’s date.  It’s the 29th, and I promised you all that today would be a lovely day.

And rest assured, I plan to celebrate today’s holiday later this evening.

September 29th, Nipple Appreciation Day

 

Borrowed (cause I may return it later) from Katie Broad’s site.. put it on my tab.

 

1. I cannot finish any food product.  I will leave one sip of orange juice, half of a cookie, whatever it takes to not eat the last of something.

2. My right foot is a half size larger than my left.

3. When I’m drinking water from a bottle, I sound like I’ve been punched in the throat recently (per Bryan).

4. I’m a jack-of-all trades.

5. I would rather walk in the rain than fight with an umbrella.

6. I prefer the white barbeque sauce.

7. I want to be in my bed at home with the windows open. (This is not random or new, but it’s on my mind.)

8. I found a pop-up book of phobias that I want for my coffee table.

9. I also want a coffee table..

10. I overtip servers.

11. I am habitually early.  Even being on-time feels late to me, so I’m always early.

12. Want to put me to sleep?  Rub my back with calloused hands (especially after they’ve been in the scene shop all day).

13. I still have not picked out my outfit for tomorrow night.

14. I wish I could magically have my hair "grown out" without actually go through the torture of growing it out.

15. I am way too efficient at my job.

16. The supplies Nazi has seen me THREE TIMES today.

17. I have had problems sleeping as of late because of "restless leg syndrome".

18. I have an audition next weekend that I’m very psyched about.

19. I never thought I’d be this girl, and no matter what happens, I’m glad I was..

20. Life is good.

Let me tell you where I’d rather be this morning.

I’d rather be in the Locust house, where there are TONS of windows that open.  Today is a total BitterHouse day, where Delle and I would open all the windows, change into a loose cotton t-shirt and boxers (maybe), climb into our beds, and just lay for HOURS.  If we needed to talk, we’d yell to eachother.  We might call eachother on our cell phones.  And after five hours of laying and doing nothing, we’d get up, run to Chick-Fil-A barefoot, come back and eat, and repeat.

Glorious.

So with today’s breezes and cool front, I’d rather be in my house (which is not so draft-welcoming as the BitterHouse), under my crisp cotton sheets, all the windows open, and the love of my life next to me.  GOD, I want to be there.

So last night was just what I needed.  Bryan had the Boy and Alexander last night, so I wandered over to Steph’s.  She and the fam had walked away for a bit, so I commandeered the porch swing.  You know how much I love porch swings.  And her kitties made me feel right at home.  Except for the younger calico.. she’s a biter.  Steph and brood wandered back a bit later, and we proceeded to discuss protists, Peter Pan, hot pants, God, and unruly children.

Right now, you’re thinking.. God?  Sarah and Stephanie discussed.. God?  Has Hell officially frozen over?

Maybe, but not because of me.

I had a question regarding an interpretation of a verse I wasn’t familiar with.  Steph, as it turns out, is incredibly knowledgable about women in the Bible, so she read me a lesson from Proverbs about the ideal woman.  It was lovely.. because I already held those verses to be true.  To have them confirmed made my heart glad.  Not being a church-bound-Christian growing, but being raised a DEVOUT feminist, there’s a large preconceived notion that the Bible is against us.  It was nice to hear that I
can be a great wife to my husband as I am.  Because I really like who I am.. and so does my future husband.

So thanks, Steph.  I needed that.  And maybe next Wednesday we can cover what the husband should be?

Bryan came over when I got home, and I bathed my poor baby Mabel while he distracted Charlie.  Mabel’s having skin issues from the extreme heat wave that smothered August, so she got an oatmeal bath and creme rinse and now smells better than I do. (This is not to say I stink, but she’s highly perfumed.) Then Bryan asked about the Bible study.  He spoke to me of the different books and how people shouldn’t take stock in the Old Testament and .. well, I stopped listening here, because I looked at this man that I fall asleep next to every night, and wake up next to every morning, and realized that there was this whole part of him that I knew nothing about.  And I got very excited.  He was so knowledgable in theology, and we had never spoken about it.  We should start going to church again.

Wow, all of this is very spiritual.  I hope it doesn’t appear flaky.  

I don’t know where to go from here, in this post.  So I will conclude by saying this: I’m happy.