Long Time, No Read…

Is anybody out there? …

I repeat…is anybody out there?

Bueller?

Bueller?

Ha.  It’s been a long, long while, but just wanted to pop in to say heyyyyyyyyyyyyy!  Oh, and to give you the link to an essay I wrote, which was featured on HelloGiggles today.  Hooray!  Very excited about that.

And just so you know, I miss you guys like candy…or candaaaaaaaaay (insert Mandy Moore’s twangy voice.)

I promise I’ll be talking to you soon!

http://hellogiggles.com/ode-long-lost-granny-sweater/#read

xo

Sarah

 

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On This Thankful Day…

I’m not one of those lucky people. You know, the kind who win playing scratch-off lottery tickets, or the person who runs for the train and makes it just in time, or the people who always manage to choose the fast line at the grocery store. In fact, I always pick the wrong line at the grocery store. But I’m lucky where it counts the most, and for that I’m thankful.

Happy Thanksgiving, friends!

20 Ways To Trick People Into Thinking You’re Smart…

Frenchy: Hey, Marty, are those new glasses? Marty: Oh yeah, I just got them for school. Don't you think they make me look smarter? Rizzo: Nah, you can still see your face. down your bra?

Frenchy: Hey, Marty, are those new glasses?
Marty: Oh yeah, I just got them for school. Don’t you think they make me look smarter?
Rizzo: Nah, you can still see your face.

1.  Attend art galleries, and act deeply moved when you’re staring face to face with a giant painting of nothing but a big black dot.

2.  Say ‘palate’ whenever referring to your taste in food.

3.  Wear black framed, non-prescription ‘nerd’ glasses.

4.  Live in Brooklyn.

5.  Repeat ideas smart people have said in your presence and pretend that they’re your own.

6.  Use words like, actually, literally, honestly, and personally, at the start of most sentences.

7.  If you watch any reality television, You. Must. Not. Admit. This. EVER.

8.  Tell people your favorite television shows are Homeland, any HBO show (other than True Blood), Downton Abbey, or Breaking Bad.

9.  If you have nothing intelligent to contribute to Facebook, Twitter, etc., at the very least, use these correctly: there, they’re, their, your, you’re, we’re, were, then, than.

10.  Pretend you’re really up on politics, but only read the headlines.

11. Tell people your favorite movies are foreign films, and then name drop at least three titles.  Extra points if you pronounce them correctly.

12.  Hang out at any coffee shop except Starbucks, and preferably one that sells crappy coffee that costs twice as much as the chains.

13.  Shop at independent bookstores, and scour the historical fiction section (hopefully while wearing your black framed nerd glasses.)

14.  Tell people you studied abroad.

15.  Tell people you’ve read lots of books, and name-drop titles like The Importance of Being Earnest, Ulysses, A Tale of Two Cities, The Odyssey, The Old Man and the Sea, etc.

16.  Talk about Freud and drop at least one of his theories into conversation at a dinner party.

17.  Say you love every Woody Allen movie whenever given the chance.

18.  Use the word ‘juxtaposed’ in a sentence correctly.

19.  Use words like layered, texture, ripe, raw and supple when describing music.  Bonus points if you can use any of those words to describe Bon Iver’s music.

20.  When drinking red wine with friends, first refer to the taste as full-bodied and complex, then once you really have their attention, talk about how you love the hints of oak and cedar wood.

~The End.

Pictures courtesy of IMDB

To Spill Or Not To Spill…

Do you ever get sick of yourself?  Like, when you’re talking, and suddenly you just want to scream, “Blah!  I don’t wanna talk about me anymore!  I’m over myself today!”  This happens to me a lot when I’m working at the salon, and mostly because I feel like so much of my day revolves around talking about my life.  I think other hair stylists will agree, when women are at the beauty salon they want to gossip, and let me tell you, I’ve heard some cray cray stuff in my time as a stylist.  What always surprises me, though, is how much clients want to know about me. Their questions range from personal to general, but I find that more often than not, I’m asked these questions: What brought you to New York? How long have you been married? How did you meet your husband?  What does your husband do?  Where do you live?  Do you want children?

Sometimes I feel like these ladies are looking at me all like:

You know you want to.

You know you want to.

I really don’t mind sharing things about my personal life, but sometimes it gets exhausting.  It can feel good to talk about myself and therapeutic to share stories, but there are other instances where divulging too much has made me feel overexposed.  I remember telling one client about the time Matt got really sick when we were living in Grenada and how scared I was.  An almost stranger knew about one of the most terrifying moments of my life, and I felt really weird about it afterward.

I think sharing personal anecdotes are one of the big ways women connect with each other (and human beings in general).  Women are emotional creatures, I get it, and I am very emotional, but I do find as I get older, I’m turning into more of a dude.  I don’t really like to have super long conversations on the phone anymore, I can’t stand gossip, and I’ve started to take things at face value more.  Maybe it’s because I live with a dude, maybe it’s because I’m content with where I am in my life, or maybe I simply spent my entire 20’s analyzing myself, and now at 30 I’m spent.  Either way, it’s safe to say I’m just not that into me anymore.  I mean, I love myself as I believe every confident person should, but I just don’t care to brag about how awesome my life is.

I guess I’m too busy living.

~The End.

Photo by Anne Taintor.

Um, My Dog Made Me Do It (and 4 other excuses to blame on Fido)…

Getting my first pooch has introduced me to the strange, strange world of dog people, and friends, it’s pretty darn weird out there.  I’ve had strangers randomly approach me on the street and boldly try to pick Annie up (um, how about no?), a random guy who works at Petco came up and kissed Annie without saying a word and then walked away (can anyone say, weirdo?), and a crazy drunk lady told me that she wanted to put Annie in her bed because she looked like a fox.  Yeah, that happened.  I know Annie is cute, but um, what?!

Due to these weird happenings, I’ve been forced to school myself in defusing potentially weird people.  Not to brag, but I’ve kind of become an expert.

Here’s a breakdown of my famous moves:

1. The – I’m Sorry She’s Pulling Me Away, And There’s Nothing I Can Do About It, So Byyyyyyyyyyyye…

Yeah, sorry, gotta go!

Yep, sorry, we’ve got to go.  Mmm-kay?

This is probably my most famous and often used tactic.  Basically, the way it works is when someone approaches that I don’t want to talk to, I act like Annie is pulling me away, and I say something like, “I’m sorry, this darn dog is always pulling!  Got to gooooooooo!” fake laugh, fake laugh.  Wanna know something?  She’s not even pulling at all.  I just tug the leash a little and then dramatically act like I’m in a game of tug of war.  It’s like our little circus trick, and it works like a charm every time.  I know more observant people can tell that I’m full of it, but whatevs.

2. The – You Might Want To Be Careful, She’s Kind Of A Wild Card…

Put me down, b*tch.

Put me down, b*tch.

It’s a complete lie.  Annie is super sweet and gentle.  I only use this excuse if I feel like someone is too forward.  You wouldn’t believe how bold people can be.  There was this crossing guard who literally ripped Annie out of my arms, and when I held onto the leash, she was offended!  She said, “I know how to hold dogs!  You can let go.”  I was like, “Yeah…um….no, lady.”  Since that happened, I just say, “Oooooh be careful…sometimes she bites!”  That’s all people need to hear to back off.

3. The – Oh, I’ve Got To Get Her Inside And Give Her Some Water/Food…

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I use this with the neighbors who want to talk, talk, talk in the early morning when I’m taking Annie out for her morning bathroom routine.  Having Annie has really opened up my eyes to morning people.  You guys, morning people exist, and they want to talk even though it’s reeeeeeally, reeeeeally early, and they want to talk even though they haven’t even brushed their teeth yet.  Annie’s first outing is often just after the sun comes up, and most of the time, I’m still half asleep.  You would think that people wouldn’t want to make small talk so early, but noooooooooo.  Some of these neighbors remark on anything from the weather, her bowel movements (if she happens to have one in their presence), garbage day, if it’s raining, if it’s not raining, if it’s hot, if it’s not hot, and many other random and miscellaneous subjects.  If my head is spinning because I haven’t had my morning coffee, than I usually mutter something like, “Oh, she must starving…I really need to get her inside and feed her breakfast.”  It’s so easy, and it works every single time.  Usually the neighbor says, “Oh, go, go, sorry to keep you,” and in my head I’m thinking, Uh, thank you sweet baby Jesus.

4. The- My Husband Should Be Here Any Second With Poopy Bags…

It seems like a lot of people are trying to recreate this scene from You've Got Mail.

It seems like a lot of people are trying to recreate this scene from You’ve Got Mail.

So, I have a secret!  I think that a lot of people get dogs so they can flirt with other people who have dogs.  In other words, if you’re single and having a hard time meeting people, get a dog!  Seriously.  Only problem is for the married people it can get a little awkward, especially when you feel like someone is flirting with you via your dog.  It’s happened to both Matt and I.  Typically, I try to scratch my nose in an attempt to display my ring finger, or I lie and say, “Sorry, just looking for my husband, he was supposed to meet me out here with the doggie bags…”  It’s an easy way to not make the person feel foolish, but also get the hell out of dodge.

~The End.

Pictures by naturalhorselover.blogspot.com, www.markscartoonart.com, http://cheezburger.com/7064285696, http://janeaustenfilmclub.blogspot.com/2012_07_01_archive.html

I’m Ba-ack!

I know, I know, it’s been ages, hasn’t it?  I’m sorry to be such a bad blogger, but my life got a little crazy there for a minute.  Just to give you an idea of everything that’s been going on, I thought the easiest way was to update briefly below.

First off…

I graduated college…

Actually had a good hair day, too.  Score.

Actually had a good hair day, too. Score.

I did the whole cap and gown thing, and my parents and Matt came to watch.  That day all I could hear was Taylor’s Swift’s song wailing in the back of my brain, “I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling twenty-twooooooooo…”  I really felt twenty-two, and it was surreal in some ways, because I couldn’t believe it was finally over.  Like, I did it.  I graduated college and with honors.  I was a little sad, because well, I’m a nerd and I loved school, and I learned so much about myself when I went back to college.

Um, we got ourselves a little Shiba Inu pup…

It's a great, big beautiful world for this pup.

It’s a great, big beautiful world for this pup.

Her name is Annie, and I’m absolutely butt-crazy in love with this dog.  She’s smart and scrappy just like orphan Annie (her namesake).  Matt and I have been working hard to train her, taking her to obedience classes, and teaching her basic commands.  She’s a little smarty-pants, and she knows it!  She’s famous in our neighborhood, too.  I’m not exaggerating when I tell you that every time I take her out for a walk at least four people stop to ask about her, and Annie just sits there, taking in all the attention like a little movie star.  Obviously, this would be my dog.

Right before graduation I found out that my screenplay was selected for my school’s annual film festival…

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It was probably one of the most exciting things that I’ve ever gotten to be a part of.  Each year The New School holds a film festival where they select a handful of screenplays to be read by real actors at a live table reading in front of an audience.  My script went through heavy editing for weeks beforehand so that it would be in it’s best shape for the film festival.  When the night of the reading finally happened it was nerve-racking to hear my script come to life, but I swear I’ve never felt cooler in my entire life.

Not much else to report, except that Annie has her own Twitter page, and I would be tickled pink if you’d follow her!  The reason it came about was that one day I just sort of started doing commentary for Annie in this little voice that’s supposed to be what she’s thinking, and although it makes me seem a little (or a lot) crazy, I can’t stop doing it.  What better way than to share my eccentricities with the world!  If you want to know what Annie is thinking, follow her at https://twitter.com/LoveAlwaysAnnie.

It’s good to be back blogging.  I’ve missed you all!

~The End.

It’s Just How It Is (according to me)…

Everyone is dazzled by a French accent.  It’s just how it is.

Just ask Brigitte Bardot.

If you don’t believe me, just ask Brigitte Bardot.

You may find yourself appreciating things like stewed meat, beets, capers, meatloaf, fiber supplements, etc. after reaching the age of 30.  It’s just how it is.

If someone had told me 10 years ago that I would willfully eat a beet salad I would've said you'd gone cray cray.

If someone had told me 10 years ago that I would willfully eat a beet salad I would’ve said you’d gone cray cray.

Most people think they’re smarter, more talented, better looking, funnier, etc. than they actually are.  It’s just how it is.

Said most people.

Unfortunately said by most people.  If you disagree, you’re probably one of ‘em.  Sorry to break it to ya.

Cancer really, really sucks.  It’s just how it is.

Everyone already knows it.

Enough said.

One day you might realize that Hall and Oats is a highly underrated band that makes you want to bust a groove.  You might come to this conclusion at a wedding reception when the band is playing Rich Girl, or maybe it might occur to you while listening to the radio in your car, but it will most definitely not happen until after the age of at least 25.  It’s just how it is.

Hall and Oats

Love the handlebar mustache.

Listen here to:  Rich Girl

Mixed tapes are highly underrated.  It’s just how it is.

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Charlie from Perks of Being a Wallflower would back me up on this (if he were a real, living human being.)

Taylor Swift dates too many dudes and writes too many songs about them.  It’s just how it is.

I'm not hating, though, Tay-Tay.  I still heart your music very much.

I’m not hating, though, Tay-Tay. I still heart your music very much.

Everyone has a mirror face and it’s awkward for everyone else witnessing it, except for the person making the mirror face.  It’s just how it is.

Kim K. is a perfect example.  Naturally.

Kim K. is naturally a perfect example.

Detroit (my hometown) is so much cooler than anyone gives it credit for.  It’s just how it is.

The D

Period.

Teenage drama is and will always be the worst kind of drama no matter how old you get.  It’s just how it is.

See what I mean?

See what I mean?

The accordion is an extremely annoying instrument that is not at all pleasing to the ear. It’s just how it is.

Sorry all you accordion lovers...

Sorry all you accordion lovers…

Everybody wants to rule the world.  It’s just how it is.

Right?  Right.

Right? Right.

Every girl born in the 80’s tried to form their own Babysitters Club when they were a tween.  It’s just it is (or was).

How it all began...

You know you all did it.

No one really knows who coined the term “catfish” or what it has to do with being a scumbag online.  It’s just how it is.

He's looking at you, Mante Teo.

He’s looking at you, Manti Te’o.

~The End

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Hello, HelloGiggles…

So, I think I’ve mentioned my love for the blog HelloGiggles on here before.  It’s the popular blog for girls founded by Zooey Deschanel, Sophia Rossi, and Molly McAleer.  The idea behind it is to empower young women and be a place to rant and rave about beauty, friendship, relationships, pop culture, pets, television, movies, fandom, etc.

Long story short, they’re really great about giving other writer’s a chance to contribute, and I thought about submitting something on more than a few occasions.  I’ve heard it’s a tough gig to get, but I knew I had to try.  This blog couldn’t have been a more appropriate place for me to get involved; there were other nostalgic posts about the old teen series Sweet Valley High (which I love by the way), Judy Blume (who I also love) is a contributor, and I could go on and on about all the reasons I wanted to be a part of it.

Then, I wrote an essay for a creative writing class I’m taking, and I knew it was the perfect post to submit.  It was one of those pieces that was written in about fifteen minutes, and one that I didn’t have to think too much about it. 

I felt like I had nothing to lose so I went ahead and sent it in.  By the next morning there was a response in my email.  I thought it was going to be an automated response, like, “Thank you so much for submitting and blah, blah, blah,” but it wasn’t!  They were asking me for pictures to go with the post because they wanted to use it!

So, I’m pleased to announce you can see my featured writing on HelloGiggles.  Can you tell I’m super thrilled about it?  Because I am!  Check it out at:

http://hellogiggles.com/my-grandmothers-lipstick.

~The End.

How Much is That Doggy in the Window?

This past weekend Matt and I made a trip out to Pennsylvania to visit a Shiba Inu dog breeder.  In Brooklyn there are tons of Shiba Inu’s walking around, and each time I see one, I squeal with delight at their cuteness.  They look like little foxes with their fluffy, flouncy hair.  Maybe my affinity for the breed dates back to one of my favorite middle grade books, Fantastic Mr. Fox by Roald Dahl, or maybe it’s simply because these pups are just so darn adorable!  Either way, all I know is that when I walked into the breeder’s home and four or five Shiba’s greeted me, I fell head over heels in love!

See what I mean?

See what I mean?  Cuuuuuuuuuuuute!

Now don’t get too excited, Matt and I aren’t the proud owners of one of these pups yet.  The breeders are very serious about their dogs and they won’t sell them to just anybody.  There is an interview process before you can take one of these guys home.  We’re keeping our fingers and toes crossed that we are chosen, and in the meantime, we’ll be mulling over puppy names.

How about you?  Do you have a dog?  If so, what’s the breed and what’s his/her name?

~The End

 

I Don’t Care If It’s A Hallmark Holiday, I’ve Got A Valentine…

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I Don't Care If It's A Hallmark Holiday, I've Got A Valentine...

“Our dreams, and they are made out of real things, like a shoebox of photographs with sepia-toned lovin
Love is the answer for at least for most of the questions of my heart
Like, Why are we here? And where do we go? And how come it’s so hard?
It’s not always easy and sometimes life can be deceiving
I’ll tell you one thing, it’s always better when we’re together.”