so Hurricane Katrina was horrible. horrible. my thoughts and prayers are with all of those affected by the disaster. one of my coworkers’ brother lives in Buloxi; he no longer has a home. her mother is in New Orleans. i didn’t hear about her, so i’m not sure… it’s so sad. i’m glad spacemonkey and the monkey family are ok, and the damage there isn’t as bad as it could have been. i keep hearing that Glenn has links to a number of charities on his page, and if you can give, i know the donations will be appreciated.

i wish i knew my blood type. i wonder if it’s on my birth certificate. i wonder if i can get it from the doctor…

i’ve had such fun making fun of the “hey! nah-no-nah-no!” girl pretty much ever since i moved to Florida. but i just saw a new commercial of the girl and her mother, and i was horrified to see what has transpired.

hey-nah-no-nah-no girl has grown up some. she stands on her own, and she actually makes the words “hey! we’re in cocoa!” with her mouth.

not cool. i really loved laughing at that commercial every morning.

the evil fake sarahk isn’t blogging until after Labor Day. some lame excuse about moving into a new house. laaaaaame!

meanwhile, she’s gone way too far by putting my head on a man’s body saying i would drive a Chevy!! as if!!

and this is NOT what my new cabinet looks like. mine doesn’t have doors yet.

spent money today that i’d rather spend on anything other than ugly clothes that i’m only going to be able to wear once. because see, in the lovely retirement community of Melbourne, Florida, even the usually reliable Zha-say-pinay carries only old lady clothes. so whatever ugly suits i brought home from 2 different malls today can not do anything to make me look younger. thank goodness those growth hormones arrive Friday, right?

and i’ll only be able to wear them once because, well, any time i go shopping, especially if i have to buy something expensive, my weight suddenly fluctuates 10 pounds one direction or other. so now that i bought suits, i’ll get to wear them this week to a client’s office, and then i’ll have to buy 2 more wear-once suits in a week or two. what are ya gonna do.

Firehouse… i like Firehouse subs. actually i like one Firehouse sub, the steak one. because i won’t try any of the others. but they need to carry Mrs. whatsername’s Salt & Vinegar chips.

there’s a hurricane, and some of the weather bands seem to be near Texas, so i hope Bikermommy’s safe from the storm. i mean, i know it’s pretty close, because FoxNews had a reporter from KDFW (channel 11 in Fort Worth) actually in New Orleans. :-D

seriously, it looks really bad for Louisiana, Alabama, Mississippi…. we’ll be praying for you folks there.

i was exhausted all week. nothing positive to say, so nothing to say… i’m as tired of writing all the negativity as y’all are of reading it.

the podcast is gonna be funny this week. it’s about the Corrupting Influence of IMAO. will be up Monday morning.

Friday night we had dinner with friends and recorded stuff, so sleep didn’t come until 1 a.m. or so. last night we were both so tired that we decided to take naps at 8 p.m., before dark. Frank’s still asleep, i’ve been up since 5:30, after 9.5 glorious hours of sleep.

yesterday we gave a bunch of stuff to this transitional living home for women that we’re working with, so yay, there’s more room in the garage! also, the last of Frank’s box trash that has accumulated over 3 years is finally gone. i’ve been working on it for a couple of months…

my headaches have been much better since i started taking the beta blocker, but this week i had a couple. wednesday was stressful, and by the end of it i was aching. yesterday i had a headache, but i think it’s because i was dehydrated. loading the furniture into the car, i must have lost 5 pounds of water from all the sweating. it is soooo humid here.

bought a new cabinet yesterday to hold some of the extra dishes we have. it matches the kitchen, so i might leave it inside after i put it together. we’ll see. i do love assembling things…

i’m about halfway through Harry Potter 5 again.

this morning i woke up hearing something rolling around on the kitchen tile, and i kept thinking, in my morning fog, about Ron Weasley’s boggart in the 3rd Harry Potter movie, the huge spider, which Ron makes Riddikulus! by putting roller skates on it.

turns out it was Sydney batting around a golf ball.

i know i shouldn’t blog this because Bikermommy is going to give birth to a small cow when she reads this, but we have an all-Florida town hall meeting in Ft. Lauderdale today. check out the Tropical Storm Katrina map. yes, we’ll be driving there on a bus today. we’re coming back this evening, leaving there around 5.

oh, and one of my coworkers is leaving this morning for Key West. i think she shouldn’t go.

driving to Orlando two days in a row really wiped me out. plus the getting up early each day might help the tiredness…

i’ve been in bed since 8:00, surfing and trying to answer email and do other electronic things.

i had another run in with t-mobile’s voice response system today… i truly do hate voice response systems and wish them all to die a fiery electronic death. if anyone is looking for a voice response mercenary, i’d hire out for very little. i’d probably do it for a Coca-Cola.

i took my own Coke to the training today, so i wouldn’t have to suffer through another Pepsi. the one drinkable Pepsi product, MDew, wasn’t served.

speaking in a roundabout way of training and education and universities, our latest podcast (IMAOU) is up. i’ve been too tired to hear the whole thing yet, but what i’ve heard is funny. IMAO they keep getting funnier. but i’m a little biased, since i think i’m hilarious.

not so much in the mood for laughing. i’ve been sighing a lot today. i think i’m generally tired. just tired. i had time to stop in at Burlington CF on my way to pick up Chipotle tonight, and i was too tired even to hate my body when i looked at myself in the dressing room mirror.

i own one suit. and i’ve been recently informed that the dress code policy of suits always at a client’s office is now going to be enforced. i’m trying to decide: do i wear the same navy suit every day with a different shirt (men can do it, why can’t i?) and let the ladies i work with tease me about that instead of my tardiness issue (even though they tease, i know they’d mean it, women are vicious about fashion, but i’m really just getting to the point where i don’t give a flip about other women’s fashion opinions, because we all think we’re better than each other, no matter what we wear)? or do i buy a few suits, wear each of them each week (which will garner me hardly less teasing, because egads, who would dare wear the same suit in two consecutive weeks? i would.) and then have to buy another few suits the next time my weight fluctuates, which will surely be moments after i buy said new suits? i was hoping to hold off on suit shopping until after the growth hormone therapy gets going, but i guess i have to just go thru two waves of buying.

speaking of waves, Frank said on his blog that his muse is at the beach. i asked who she is. :-)

goodnight, i’m tired. don’t forget to tip your waiter.

so today was a training day in Orlando.

the boss who bet against the wrong flake… yeah, so when i walked into training in Orlando this morning at 7:45, one of my bosses was very disappointed. Y was so sure that i wouldn’t make it before 8:00 that she bet $100 against E, the big boss, that i wouldn’t be on time. i told her that’s what she gets for betting against me. i’m flaky and unpredictable. she said it was a sure bet… and now she’s bet double-or-nuthin’ that i won’t get to the office by 8 on Wednesday… you know, because the office is much closer than Orlando, but i just can’t seem to get there on time.

potty-mouth chart… a man taught one of our sessions today, and one of his handouts was very vulgar. F-bombs and S-bombs and other inappropriate words all over the page, and this at an accounting conference. it was really sad, though, because everyone kind of had a wall go up in front of them after the handout, and no one really paid attention to what he was saying… by the end of it, i could tell he was as embarrassed for himself as i was for him, and he just wanted to finish. this after the conference organizers interrupted his session to specifically apologize for the handout. it was hard to watch. i was offended, but when he’d finished i just felt bad for him. he stayed for the final session, too, and seemed to be nice to the people who walked up to tell him just how bad that was, so i had to give him that.

at lunch we had tiny food… as the boss who bet against me and lost likes to call it. we seriously kept wondering if the lunch was coming out on 2 different plates, because we surely only had half the food. at one point i was looking inside the chicken to check out the stuffing, and E asked what i was looking for. “the chicken.” we had Cool Whip for dessert.

a Mexican McDonalds… the big boss, E, the one i won $100 for by showing up early, stuck a knife into my heart and twisted it violently as we sat around eating our tiny food at lunch. i mentioned that since we were in Orlando, i would be picking up Chipotle for Frank and myself for dinner. Y asked what Chipotle is, and E said that “it’s like a Mexican McDonald’s”. i thought i would pass out from the pain. that was just cruel.

and later at the reception… where the appetizers were better and bigger than the lunch food, another of my bosses, J, was nice enough to clean off our table when we were finished. she took my plate, and Jamie’s (the man collector). i promised J that i would blog that. :-D

the 4400 is on (the DVR, of course)… and as soon as the theme song comes on, we both start either humming the theme song and putting la-la-la-la in place of the words, or making up our own words. like it’s expected. and then we look at each other and start giggling, and humming/singing louder and goofier…

it seems i’ve found the perfect man.

yesterday, we got up later than we wanted to, and Frank remembered that we had a wedding to attend. so we got ready really fast so we could still get in our afternoon of shopping before the wedding.

we ate at El Chico, so i could miss Texas and have good guac, and Frank could have a brownie skillet. of course, after lunch, Frank was incredibly sleepy, as i predicted when he so vehemently tore into the brownie.

so i drove us to Pier 1, because i had $130 in gift cards to spend, a 10%-off coupon, and more dishes to buy! it’s awesome, we got all the rest of our dishes (4 more place settings, plus the dishes missing from our first 4 settings) for $45 after coupon and giftcards (would have been over $200 without). sweet.

then to BB&B for a gift card, and it was time for the wedding.

the wedding was really good. short. we’re talking, 20 minutes, maybe. of course, we didn’t leave the church building until 2 hours after the wedding started, because the pictures took forever. but that was ok, we didn’t have anywhere to be but home vegging. the reception was at a gym, and the food was great, but Frank was still full from lunch. i thought he might burst or fall right to sleep one.

then we went home and vegged. watched Magnum Force, the 2nd Dirty Harry flick (Frank recently got the whole set of 5). then Harry Potter and the Prizoner of Azkaban. totally vegged.

nice day.

The King of Glory and His Kingdom
A Psalm of David.

1 The earth is the LORD’s, and all its fullness,
The world and those who dwell therein.
2For He has founded it upon the seas,
And established it upon the waters.
3Who may ascend into the hill of the LORD?
Or who may stand in His holy place?
4He who has clean hands and a pure heart,
Who has not lifted up his soul to an idol,
Nor sworn deceitfully.
5He shall receive blessing from the LORD,
And righteousness from the God of his salvation.
6This is Jacob, the generation of those who seek Him,
Who seek Your face.Selah
7Lift up your heads, O you gates!
And be lifted up, you everlasting doors!
And the King of glory shall come in.
8Who is this King of glory?
The LORD strong and mighty,
The LORD mighty in battle.
9Lift up your heads, O you gates!
Lift up, you everlasting doors!
And the King of glory shall come in.
10Who is this King of glory?
The LORD of hosts,
He is the King of glory.Selah

though Frank and i were supposed to meet August 19, 2004, he stood me up that day. so we met August 20 instead. that was one of the best days i can remember.

and i can remember it. too well, according to Frank. a few minutes ago, i was reliving the day we met, and i talked about the day he stood me up.

SARAHK: and then you said, “finally! you answer your phone!” you were mean to me.
FRANK J.: you keep bringing up all the bad stuff. don’t you remember anything good?
SARAHK: i remember the tarantula at the Navajo Bridge, the moth that slammed into my windshield, you standing me up, you telling me that i should have a reason to want to someday be a geologist, that i couldn’t just like rocks…
FRANK J.: and you ran away and never spoke to me again.
SARAHK: yep.

anyway, it’s been a great year. i’m the luckiest girl.

ok, so i know i’m not supposed to point out Google Ads & such. but i’m so impressed by the mix of ads on my sidebar right now:

“hormone imbalance” - ok, yeah, ya got me. but the growth hormones are being shipped soon!

“Oprah has spoken” - that’s all she ever does. talk talk talk. no surprise there.

“don’t be the crazy girl” - about PMS! i can’t imagine why that’s on my blog. i’m the least PMS-in’ girl out there. and if you say differently, don’t come to my house. there are lots of guns. Frank just said differently. i should go punch him.

“menopause symptoms” - LOL. ok, no, i’m only 29, and though the evil fake sarahk would have you believe i’m pushing 50, i’m still a few years from menopause.

i’m almost finished with it, decided to go back and read 4, 5, & 6 again now that i’m done with 6. there’s a lot in book 4 that, knowing the ending, makes a lot of sense while you’re reading it. like why Professor Moody wants the Marauder’s Map after Harry spots Crouch on it. and there are things that Voldemort says in 4 that makes so much sense after reading 6.

lots of fun.

Frank’s about 2/3 through the Chamber of Secrets. he’s trying to catch up and get through 4 before the Goblet of Fire movie comes out. i wonder when that is.

we got Donkey Konga 2 in the mail today, and i actually don’t have a migraine! haven’t had one all day! i mean, a tiny one now and then, but nothing like usual!!

very exciting.

so now i’ve gotta go drumroll better than my sweetie.

Brenden Morrow signed a 2-year deal with the Stars. wheeeeee!!

oh, and Arnott signed his qualifying offer, and Erskine’s coming back…

it’ll be a good year.

is up, and SWWBO herself has compiled the recipes this time! what a year it’s been!

Frank got his first patent this week. i’m so proud!

(i’m still almost as smart as he is.)

our Indian food restaurant (the only one in town) has been closed for almost 2 weeks. every day i call. every day, they give me a later estimated re-open time.

i’m going to have to hunt down some garam masala if they don’t open soon.

from the first line of Sin City, i was already thinking, “please, tell me i heard wrong when Frank said this is a 2 hour movie.” nope, i heard him right. maybe it’s just that Josh Hartnett is cuter than he is a good actor. or maybe it’s that the whole first scene was completely unrelated to anything but the last scene, and wow, that whole first scene just to get to that?? could’ve been set up better.

anyway, after about the 3rd person in the movie, i looked at Frank and said, “is the entire movie going to be narrated? in first person?” and i believe his response was a deep, gutteral, “i think so.” because everyone speaks in the deep gutteral “i think so” voice. i kept waiting for Keanu to appear with a big gold shotgun and a crucifix.

sure enough, first person narration. why didn’t they just write a blog?

oh, and did i mention there were about a million neckid chicks? and that the movie hurt my eyes because the director/set decorator/etc. never heard of color?

the movie wasn’t actually as retarded and stupid and annoying as i’m making it out to be. but it was close.

UPDATE: i forgot to point out how awesome the guns were in the movie. there were lots of 1911s, lots of Springfields (including a subcompact .45). i loved that.

i went and told you that i was taking the code off of commenting… but apparently the blacklist in WP doesn’t work the way i expected, so a lot of comments that i thought would just go straight to comment hell without passing go are sitting in my gmail waiting for me to approve them. and that’s just not gonna work for me…

so the code box will be coming back. if you have a problem commenting with it, i’m sorry, but you’re also less than worthy if you can’t figure out a simple code box! ;-)

seriously. if it doesn’t have a slash, it’s an “oh”, and if it does have a slash, it’s a zero. before you ever click “muse”, hit Ctrl+A at the same time. then hit Ctrl+C at the same time. then hit muse. if your comment goes bye bye, it could be sitting in moderation because you talked about viagra or blackjack. or you said something i wouldn’t like. or it could have gone bye bye for good. hit Ctrl+V to paste your comment in the comment box again. type in the code and your required info. click muse again.

it’s really not that hard, folks. i’m sorry to be so honest and brutal here, but come on. it’s just 6 digits.

please suffer it for me.

in the meantime, go check out our super-funny latest podcast.

and whee! i’ve upgraded to WordPress 1.5.2 (i heart WordPress!).

which means i’m going to take away the code for commenting, lucky you. now some whiny babies can stop whining. yay!

but it also means that if your comment even contains one of my blacklisted words, including most pharmaceuticals, most curse words, and other such things, your comment gets banished to hell, and even i can’t get it back for you.

so before you post any comments, copy your comment just in case.

better.

next: the upgrade to the latest wordpress for both me and angela.

egads, this is ugly. sorry about that. i’ll fix it when i have time, i was in a dark mood and wanted lighter colors the other night. i don’t think i’m going to go back to the drab colors i had from my typepad blog, but i’ll make it better.

speaking of the opposite of better, thursday night i puked from my migraine. that was awful. i decided maybe i’d start on the preventative meds that the doc had given me. i’d decided against them early on because i have low blood pressure and they’re supposed to make my blood pressure drop. but last night i was so fed up with the migraines that i decided that i’d take the meds, but first i got online to see all the side effects, and oh my. i decided that i didn’t want to kill myself, so i didn’t wanna take the meds. but then Frank’s mom, a nurse and fellow migraine sufferer, said that the med helped her and that i should never read the stuff that comes with meds. so i’ve decided i’ll start on them tonight and see if they help. and if i develop lupus, congestive heart failure, cancer, or diabetes, Frank will blame his mom and shake his fist at her. :-)

speaking of parents, my brother is a dad, as of yesterday. and from what my sister and mother say, he’s the most beautiful baby ever. must look like his Aunt Sarah. ;-) his name is Jonas.

speaking of ants, Frank was out weeding just now, being careful to avoid the ants (as last time, his hand was covered in bites and itchy for weeks). i walked outside to get something from the car, and it had been thundering from far away for a few minutes. i’d been nagging Frank to get in the house so he didn’t get struck by lightning. as i was walking back inside, there was a lightning strike so close that we heard it at the exact same moment we saw it. i jumped out of my skin, and my pulse raced as if i’d been out jogging a couple of miles, and Frank knew before i even barked “inside! now!” that i was going to make him go inside. he was right. and of course, he’s back out there now, and it’s thundering.

the cats aren’t too fond of the thunder. Minerva, who was never jumpy about such things, keeps running under my bed every time the sky rumbles. scaredy cat.

speaking of scared, we watched The Aviator this weekend, the movie about Howard Hughes, who was scared of germs. it was a good flick.

#52 is up over at Blonde Sagacity, and ALa has done a loverly job with the menu! go check it out!

felt inspired to lighten the place up a bit, and now i’m tired and not done yet. so good luck being able to read stuff.

Frank needs a new doctor… so he went to the doctor last week and the doctor said that since Frank’s symptoms were that he was lightheaded, he must have the flu. so now it’s a week later, and Frank adds dizziness to the lightheaded. i’m thinking the doc should check out his ears. Frank goes to the doc, mentions the ears, doc says no, i don’t think it’s that. you have the flu still.

and i have the worst cramps ever… i’m sure it’s just because we’re going through evaluations at work and having to do that self-evaluation crap that everyone hates. but i’m actually crying out in pain because my uterus hates me. and not one Advil in the entire house. i wonder what time Walgreen’s closes, and do you think 6 Midol is excessive?

listened to Faith Hill’s latest CD today, Fireflies… i’m so glad i didn’t buy it. it’s not as good as Cry, which i thought was pretty mediocre. the last time i loved one of her CDs was Breathe, i guess. my boss bought Fireflies and asked me if i wanted to borrow it, so now i won’t waste my money.

oh, but i can’t wait for Serenity… the trailer for the Firefly movie looks great. and Frank said there’s a comic or something that fills the gap between the end of the series and the movie, so i’m thinking we’ll check that out. and then after the movie, they should just move it right into the next season of Firefly. it should come back.

especially since they’re trying to kill ALIAS in all kinds of ways this season… Thursday nights, not running it straight through, and Vaughn is gonna turn out to be Bill Vaughn and not Michael Vaughn (my hair-brained theory). oh, and a major character is leaving. did i mention it’s not following LOST? and that they’re bringing on new agents? Doggett and Reyes are their names, i think.

ohhhhh, my uterus hates me. but that’s ok, one day i’ll make it lug a baby around and that’s what i call payback.