Thanks!
CHICAGO (Reuters) – Fatter rear ends are causing many drug injections to miss their mark, requiring longer needles to reach buttock muscle, researchers said on Monday.
BIG news story here.
sir mix-a-lot must be in heaven! i leave you with this, may it be stuck in your head too….
“i like big butts and i can not lie you other brothers can’t deny that when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist and a round thing in your face you get sprung”
holiday shopping. ugg, and not the boots! ’tis the season for no parking, long lines, impatience, high heating bills, and large credit card balances.
despite all this i love the magic of christmas–the music, holiday latte flavors, gift wrapping, christmas trees, shopping (sometimes not for me), christmas cards, white lights, watching the snow, mistletoe, old movies, and snoopy christmas specials.
this week shopping. if it is too much, then forget it. online shopping for me. the shipping cost is a mere price to pay for the restoration of my (rumored) sanity.
frida. the life. the legend. the mustache.
i made my way to the museum of fine arts yesterday to see the portraits of frida kahlo taken by her lover and famed photographer nickolas muray.
i am a long time lover of frida kahlo. her work. her life. her jewelry. her love affairs. her stormy marriage to diego. seeing this exhibit was a must! it was beautiful. simply beautiful. he did it, he captured the haunting beauty she possesed. there is nothing more telling than photographs taken by a lover. a lover, they see something others don’t see. beyond the photos– on display were love letters she sent nickolas. painted on the wall next to the famed letters were these words:
Diego,Beginning
Diego, constructor
Diego, my baby
Diego, my boyfriend
Diego, painter
Diego, my lover
Diego, “my husband”
Diego, my friend
Diego, my mother
Diego, my father
Diego, my son
Diego, I
Diego, universe
Diversity in Unity
Why do I call him My Diego?
He never was and he never will be mind.
He belongs to himself.
i remember reading this before as an excerpt from a journal entry. please go see–i want to discuss!
for information on the exhibit click here.
LOS ANGELES, California (AP) — Actor Pat Morita, whose portrayal of the wise and dry-witted Mr. Miyagi in “The Karate Kid” earned him an Oscar nomination, has died. He was 73.
1984. mr. miyagi. the memories. i am little sarah sitting with my brothers in the basement of my parents house watching the karate kid over and over…. dressed in our made up versions of dojo friendly clothes. i refused to believe there was not a pink belt involved in this sport. this being the obvious reason i chose not to take karate lessons when my brothers did, well that and my mothers refusal to call me sarah-san!
“forever my sensei…”
turkey? bring it on. while dining on dead animal is usually not my thaaaang…..thanksgiving is an exception. a giant golden brown exception.
i love it all!! sweet potatoes. cranberry sauce. pecan pie. just not that icky jello salad my grandma always insists i like—i sneak in and throw it away when she isn’t looking. shhhhhh, deny deny deny. i eat enough in one day to last months. why do you think i am not hungry until easter?
this year will be a little different, well a LOT different. we are eating at my
parents. which means i have been playing housewife today. barefoot in the kitchen. the only thing missing is the hidden whiskey bottle—sigh. i have a new found respect for all those who slave for days preparing dinner. three hours and i am spent. exhausted. ready for nightcap, book, and tubby.
happy thanksgiving everyone!!! enjoy that dead bird for friday shall be tofu!
frank sinatra
johnny cash
lou reed
jd salinger
zooey glass
owen wilson
john cusak
my grandfather, grant
my nephew, carter grant
the other shall remain nameless, he knows who he is.
During his recent trip to Beijing. Dubya tried to exit through a locked door. Realizing his mistake he made a “mock” grimace. After an aide showed him the way out he joked, “I was trying to escape.” “It didn’t work.”
a mock grimace? isn’t this how he always looks?
dear jessica–
regards,
sarah
my favorite part of today’s game was the end, when byu didn’t win!!!
during the zions post game interview when questioned about ratliff a byu player asked who that was. while i am no expert, i would think that knowing the other teams starting quarterback might just be an important detail.
johnny cash. one of the few, if not only things i have in common with the menfolk in my family. we love him, always have. the day he died my grandfather called me near tears to pass on the heartbreaking news. to my family his passing was tragic, we lost a member of our own clan.
where i come from a truck has a few essential items–a worn johnny cash tape, beef jerkey, and day old coffee. some of my earliest memories consist of driving the countryside with my grandpa listening to johhny songs. trying to please him i learned the words so i could sing along. he would look at me with pure delight. this, is why i love johnny.
the point? today is the long awaited day to see “walk the line”. finally.
i must see it tonight! i also have a date with the most amazing man i know, my grandfather, to see it over thanksgiving.
