My Snake and I Are So Alike...

Lupe and I like the same things...we are so alike!!!:

1. We both like to curl up in a ball.
2. We both like small, enclosed spaces.
3. We both like to eat, big time.
4. We're both super cute.
5 We don't like to be told what to do.


Ok, that's all I can think of right now, but I feel like that's a lot. Am I right? That question was rhetorical...fyi...

Snake Mission Accomplished...

The most perfect snakey was found this weekend at the New England Reptile Expo (or something like that). Her name is Guadalupe, and she is a yearling ghost corn snake. That means she's a year old. ha. Here are some pictures:

She's totally awesome!! I decided I should try to feed her today, so I defrosted one of the 50 frozen, dead baby mice I purchased at the expo:

from the guy with the best 3-D size chart we've ever seen:

From all the information I've read online, I thought feeding her would be a chore...but she chomped on that baby rat right away. She didn't even care if it had pieces of bedding stuck to it. I hope that's ok...hm...well she has a well-snakey visit scheduled with the local snake vet next Monday.

Meanwhile, I'm exhausted from my freakin' 2 hour commute home from work today. Stupid 91S. Want to hear about it? It's on the damn news on ABC...I just saw it on a commercial and it brought back painful memories. I have to lie down.

P.S. I had some keys made at the Home Depot, and they suck. Suck=non-functional. Why can't people make keys that work? If they can't, they shouldn't be in that line of work.

Tag Sales, Torrington, and Tomato Soup...

Over the past few days (since I last posted), many things have come up in my life that I wanted to discuss on this B-Log. Unfortunately, I have since forgotten them. And so...I will attempt to rake them from the recesses of my mind...here's what I can remember:

I hate tag sales. Tag sales, yard sales, garage sales...whatever you want to call them. Seriously, everything about them. Mostly, though, I hate people who stop at tag sales, almost causing car accidents in the process. If you really want to go to the stupid thing, turn around at a safer place. Don't just slam on your breaks. How is that good for anybody? But also I hate the idea of buying others' nasty old things. You really don't know where these things have been. Why do you want to buy others' old crap? Don't you have enough of your own old crap at home? I know I do. I just don't understand why people go nuts for these things (i.e. my grandma, Emily, etc). Moving on...

I went to Torrington this weekend, which was pretty far away actually. I thought I had never been out to that area of the state before, but I was mistaken. I did go to Goshen for the fair one time. So it was pretty fun x's...I had some awesome noodles at an impromptu (for us) Tibetan festival, where I also saw a sand mandala...yeah, I know...another one (I saw one at UCONN once, too)...Also, toasted almond ice cream was scored...by me. Score!

Tonight I am dining on round egg and rice (including tomato soup)...J. Ray's favourite comfort food. Yum!

I really can't remember anything else. I think I was going to rant about something at work, but I can't remember at all. I guess cause work's going super swimmingly now that I'm selling a buttload of HAs. Yessssssss!!!11

New Favourite Song

So the other night I was watching the particularly lackluster first SNL episode of the season...(FYI I am watching a rerun of SNL on E right now, and "Wake Up Wakefield" is on! Go me!...FYI J.Ray). Anyways, I was watching SNL last Saturday night and the musical guest was The Killers. Usually if it's a musical guest that I'm lukewarm about, I'm like, "Ok, time for food I don't need..." However, I listened and I'm sure glad I did. I took a liking to their first song, so I looked it up on iTunes and downloaded it. It is now my new favourite song. I'm going to pull a J. Ray and post the lyrics, even though I'm really in love with the melody mostly...

When You Were Young by The Killers

You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy to
To save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch it now ... here he comes!

He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a gentleman
Like you imagined when you were young

Can we climb this mountain
I don't know
Higher now than ever before
I know we can make it if we take it slow
Let's take it easy
Easy now, watch it go

We're burning down the highway skyline
On the back of a hurricane that started turning
When you were young
When you were young

And sometimes you close your eyes and see the place where you
used to live
When you were young

They say the devil's water, it ain't so sweet
You don't have to drink right now
But you can dip your feet
Every once in a little while

You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy to
To save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch it now here he comes

He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a gentleman
Like you imagined when you were young
(He talks like a gentlemen, like you imagined when)
When you were young

I said he doesn't look a thing like Jesus
He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But more than you'll ever know

I can now forgive The Killers for that stupid Mr. gayBrightside song I hate.

My Belly Hurts...and other news...

The contrast between the happiness I feel upon going to sleep on a (very) full stomach and waking up with that same full stomach is remarkable. This is something of which I am well aware at all times; however, it never does seem to stop me from doing it over and over and over. I know J. Ray can feel me on this one. I just had to take a nap though. I went through the day ridiculously tired. I thought I was going to fall asleep driving to work this morning. I'm not kidding, though. Really. I had to eat a nectarine toward the end of the voyage in order to avoid sleeping/dying. For real.

I had all this stuff I wanted to talk about re: work and stuff, but I can't remember it. All I can think about is how f-ing thirsty I am. Since I'm too lazy to get up and get myself some water, we're just going to power through this. Powering through...

Oh I remember what I was going to say...Old people should not drive, as a rule. Today I was in my parking lot, facing the road. This old lady pulled out of the parking garage, took a right, and promptly stopped her car in the middle of the road. She sat there for, like, a full 5 minutes while she adjusted her seat/mirrors, rolled up the back windows (and she had to look at them while she was doing it), rolled up the front windows, put her sunglasses on, and put her seatbelt on. At first, I was like, "Well, I'm glad I'm not stuck behind her on the road. And she should be glad nobody is coming." But then a car came and just went right around her without hesitation. Still, though, right in the road she had to do this? I don't understand what people are thinking sometimes. Like, "I'm old, so I can do whatever I want in the middle of the road..."...? Ugh. Ok, I'm done ranting.

I'm going to have water now.

I think I'm getting dumber/less funny/fatter/all around worse...?

Sigh. I just went through and read all my old B-Logs from myspace because, well, who knows why...Anyways, the point is that I used to be way funnier. I try to tell myself that my B-Logs are lacking because I have nothing to write, but it may just be because I'm losing my wit. Please don't respond to this unless you are going to say something along the lines of "NO WAY, Sarah! That is not true. Not only are you smarter and funnier than ever, but also you are very beautiful and trim."

Moving on...I have an appointment with the asthma M.D. on Wednesday at lunch time. I am looking forward to that because I have never been to an allergy/asthma M.D. before, and I think I'm about due. I think anyone who knows me can vouch for that. Other plans for the week include Jueves Taco Noche con J. Ray Ryan. I also plan to organise my apt...hahahaha.... hahahaha...

I went apple picking this weekend...yet another reason why CT rocks harder than Tucson. Apples. Don't worry though, Tucson, you'll always have your dry heat, and with that comes the ability to de-stale food. Very little can top that.