mountaineer musings

random boring post

ah, so there's the weather... so now it's 105 degrees. i knew i lived in texas. i'm happy with the weather change, because it means i'll get a nice tan when i hike tomorrow morning and mow my lawn again tomorrow afternoon. and it's a dry heat. hooray for dry heat!!

sing it, sista! tonight, it's karaoke, which i haven't done in over a year, so wish me luck...

plans, plans... i have much to do, and i'm excited about having to do it. got this little hike to prepare for, and i'm so stoked about my trip that i can hardly stand it, which doesn't make for great productivity in any other facet of my life. but hooray for hiking, and hooray for the Grand Canyon!! have i mentioned that it's my favorite place in the entire world? have i mentioned that it's the love of my life? have i mentioned that i'm totally out of shape and have no idea how i'm gonna hike 28 miles in 2 days? have i mentioned that i love road-tripping across New Mexico and through the Painted Desert? hooray hooray hooray!! fun fun fun. ok, i'll stop my jumping up and down now.

these guys just showed up on my roof... 2 days ago a random roof guy came over and asked if he could give me an estimate, and i told him to talk to my landlord. he asked for my landlord's number, and i took his card and told him i'd pass it along... right after i got home yesterday, i heard walking on my roof and rattling; wha? so i went outside and saw a familiar business card stuck to my door and 2 men walking around on my roof. and why are you here? we're here to estimate your roof damage. my roof is fine, GET OFF MY HOUSE! i was nicer than that, but the message was the same.

nice coworkers... one of my coworkers called me this morning specifically to ask if i'm aware that my hero, Dave Matthews -- he didn't even need to finish his sentence before i told him that yes, i know Dave's a Bush-hata and supports the Johns. but they're the best rock concerts i've ever been to, and i fully intend on wearing either a Nuke the Moon t-shirt or this nice Hippies Smell one, or perhaps the Freedom World Tour shirt, since it'd fit well at a rock concert. it's the least i can do to support my beloved President.

waahaaa! spidade, you were right!!

ok, so they changed the age limit on American Idol to 28!!
which makes me eligible!!

sooooooo.... should i do it?
peeps who have heard me sing, should i give it a shot??

come on, Kenneth whose name isn't really Kenneth, pipe in, i need to know! Perbo?? Shelbo?? Boy?????
Boy, it would be awful to compete against you and i'd totally get my butt kicked by those fabulous pipes, but i'd still adore you and promise not to hold a grudge!!

ok, must calm down now. very excited.

oh, i also need to know, would you musees still love me if i ended up on AI?

ah, the back yard where i got engaged

was just on Fox News.
looky there.

HI! LARIOUS!

i just saw the Dairy Queen Brownie Batter Blizzard commercial. so. funny.

it reminds me of the time i injured my fingers with the hand mixer.

oh how he creeps me out

every time i see scott peterson, i get creeped out; and the skinnier he gets, the more like the Psycho X he looks... there's a reason i left in the middle of the night.

no i'm not

there's a lady on FoxNews right now (fair and balanced? uh, yeah, these liberals that they let on are ruining my chips and rotel lunch!) who said that women are concerned about the war for 1 hour a day, and the other 23 we're worried about health care and the economy.

i'd say i'm more concerned about who leads us in the war for... oh... 23.5 hours a day. i, who grew up in a poor family and ate Ramen noodles and beans 'n' cornbread almost every day, may think about the economy for about .1 hour a day, and during those 6 minutes, i think, wow. i sure do hope George W is in there for 4 more years so the socialists can't come in and steal my money and screw up the economy again. and wow, look at how well the economy is doing, great job, W. i don't think about healthcare, except how trial lawyers like John #2 are driving doctors out of business with outrageous frivolous lawsuitmalpractice premiums. and then i get angry and just start screaming, and Minerva gets all freaked out and starts screaming back, "meeoooooooow! mommoooooowww! don't take it meoooooowwwwt on my ear drooooowwwwwwms!"

anyway, i grew up with limited financial means, and do you know what i did? i studied my butt off in high school and spent my friday nights (when it wasn't marching band season) doing calculus homework and writing essays for english class and studying economics and going over vocabulary words so i could get into college. i scored a full scholarship and took student loans for books and fees, got my degree, got a job, and PAY FOR MY OWN healthcare (the part not subsidized by MY EMPLOYER, NOT THE GOVERNMENT) through my group plan at work. i don't feel like it's an entitlement for me to have that health coverage. if i couldn't afford the premiums, i would just have to take my vitamins and pray i didn't get sick until i was able to afford it. not ideal, no, but i wouldn't sit on my fat butt and collect my checks and whine about how the government isn't paying for my gastric bypass surgery or my boob job or my husband's Viagra (if i had a husband); i would do something about it.

yes, i live in my little ideal world where i have only me and my little precious kitty to take care of. yes, i get paid well. yes, i can afford my healthcare. but the government didn't get me to this point in my life. i did it.

i don't think that Mark Cuban should pay higher taxes so i can have free healthcare. i don't think that the 2% of people who pay 40% of the taxes (or whatever those percentages are) in this country should get their taxes hiked back up so i can have more pairs of shoes or buy lots of plane tickets to Florida. :)

ugh. i'd like to continue, but i've gotta go back to my job so i can afford my healthcare and spend my paycheck on hiking gear or whatever *i* want to spend it on, not on whatever the socialists want to steal it for.

serious question

does anyone actually drink Fanta?

you hit me in the face!

the summer after 7th, 8th or 9th grade (don't remember which), i went to church camp at Cisco, Texas, per usual. on the first evening at camp, i was walking with my friend Jennifer across the outfield of the softball field; we were on our way to the Mess Hall, where everyone was gathering for a counselors v. campers softball game. the counselors were already practicing, as it usually took lots of warming up for those old fogeys to be able to even keep pace with us younguns. one of the big hefty fellers was at the plate, and i was half watching him and half listening to Jennifer ramble on (probably about Aaron, on whom we both had serious mad crushes -- sad, really, i heard he grew up to be a Liberal, poor guy).

Counselor at the Bat smacked the ball into left field, which was the precise field on which Jennifer and i now strolled. we turned to track the ball so as not to get hit, except Jennifer forgot what you're supposed to do when you realize you have a fast hard projectile zooming toward you. i, sharp SarahK, stepped aside until i saw Jennifer standing stiff as Lot's wife, frozen in place. and the ball kept coming. right toward her. and she wasn't moving.

i happened to have my glove with me, since i planned to play in the game, so i shoved it onto my hand real quick and reached out and caught the ball, seconds before it would have hit Jennifer right in the center of her face. people all around breathed a collective sigh of relief, and my gloved hand sailed back just a little and tapped Jen in the face.

i expected a "thank you for saving my life, Sarah!"
instead, i got a "you hit me in the face!"
*sigh*

that girl in the link is scary

one of my referrers was some forum thingy where a feller (obviously not a right-winger) has a thing for a Republican girl but doesn't have the first clue how to woo her. i guess we *are* a different breed. translate that however you choose. :) so someone linked to my little corner of the blogosphere and recommended the wooer read up on what i have to say and wash off that hippy stench. the response...

Ahhhhh Sarah, my 2nd favourite Republican gal....another good looking one, must be a Republican thing. That girl in the link is scary, that's not a Republican that's the type of person that joins the Republic of Texas...

remember the Alamo, baby, i LIVE in the Republic of Texas. all hail the mighty state. :)

go Stars.

yeah, sorry 'bout that

blogging will continue to be light here until i get my stupid CPA license renewal paperwork filed with the state. i'm not used to doing this myself... so spoiled.

should be done by tomorrow night, though, and then you might even get BlogLib results out of me, and i know you just can't wait for that.