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my dvd player recently died, after the proper mourning period i started searching for a new one. i accidentally bought a princess pink disney one, oops.

ben is staying with me on the weekends until school starts up again. i came home to find him on the couch staring blankly at the new dvd player, only to comment that he will never watch a movie there again. success!!

my life is over. my life as a fun, beer-drinking, stripper watching party girl.

this was realized last night, when i was in bed at 9:51pm. yes, you read correctly…ninefreakingfiftyone. i’m old, and boring.

as i laid there in bed a quote from old school kept running through my head. remember when some hot little thing asked frank the tank what his plans for saturday were? let’s refresh…

Well, um, actually a pretty nice little Saturday, we’re going to go to Home Depot. Yeah, buy some wallpaper, maybe get some flooring, stuff like that. Maybe Bed, Bath, & Beyond, I don’t know, I don’t know if we’ll have enough time.

i feel like the bed, bath, & beyond poster child, finding a coupon for the store on justin’s counter the next morning doesn’t exactly help, now does it?

D-E-P-R-E-S-S-I-N-G!!!

the geeks and i had a costco lunch. there is just something about the costco that pleases geeks and girls alike. we looked at industrial sized fans, patio covers, and fake beach bikes before settling on a dyson vacuum for the pmk house. i’m not exactly sure how shopping for patio covers and vacuums are related, but i’m sure somewhere in those geeky minds they are. i’m also unsure of what an extra lifetime filter is, does owning a dyson somehow bring you a longer lifespan or a second one altogether?

and is it just me or does bare floor tool sound a little dirty, not time to vacuum the crumbs off the floor dirty, but paris hilton dirty.

i’m confused.

86,000 mullets
25,000 handlebar mustaches
countless george hamilton worthy women
family of 7 dressed in matching florescent pink tee-shirts
2 seemingly normal people

that’s right, i’m accounting for the general public at the air show yesterday.

when you know people in high places, you’re privy to some behind by scenes action: you’re able to walk past the “red line” which is guarded with heavily armed men. you’re good to go unless you’re not paying attention and decide to walk through a dog demonstration on your way back, and by you’re i’m referring to me. i know what you kids are thinking, sarah…not pay attention, never!

the highlight of the day was being able to see the jets up close! my favorite being the f16, this is nothing new as i’ve been obsessed since i watched iron eagle for the first time. it was an incredible experience being able to sit in the cockpit of one……as well as stand mere feet away as it took off–what an incredible rush!
seeing the kids intently playing with their new toy jets, yet stopping midair to look in awe as a pilot walked by was heartwarming (yes, i’m a secret sap). i guess i’m not the only one with too many jet flicks in their past, or maybe star wars since that’s exactly where the below stealth looks like it came from…it was a fantastic day, one that i’m going to remember for quite some time, thanks flyboy!!!

Sarahbellum walks by my office at least ten times a day. Not that I’m counting or anything, but during those strolls, she will generally trip and stumble at least once a week. Now, it would be one thing of she was actually stumbling on some sort of object, but the floor is totally flat in the spot she trips (right in front of my door). At first, I used to think she was tripping over the drain cover that sits a little to the right, but upon closer observation, she is actually tripping on nothing. It’s quite amusing, but someday I’m afraid I will have to pick up a bloodied Sarahbellum and escort her to the hospital with a broken nose. So here are a few suggestions, Sarah:

– Lower the floor.
– Don’t wear flip-flops to work.
– Cordon off the offending spot on the carpet that you trip on.

Or you could actually just pick up your feet when you walk.

**thanks for the advice pmk, however, i think you’re just jealous of my pink ‘roos!

i’ve loved the eels, since hearing novocain for the soul on one of my favorite movies, dreams for an insomniac (go figure). so, when i saw they were playing at the depot last night, it was a must. sadly flyboy was unable to make the show, something, something…emergency landing in some corn state; luckily justin didn’t have plans for the night and agreed to be my date as long as i was the designated driver. go ahead and get a feel for my enthusiasm:the band was amazing, complete with a band member whose dance moves would put napoleon dynamite and bruce lee to shame! that’s right, i finally understand the kung fu hustle; it’s not a just a movie kids, but a sequence of dance moves performed by the hulky onstage “security guard”. it was a good night, well except for the end of the evening when i fell down the stairs. i always joke that i can’t make it out of my house in the morning without getting hurt, apparently leaving a concert venue is the same story, different bruise.

for the record, this is justin’s ungloved hand, not mine! no dead man hands found here.

i’m going to the hill afb air show this weekend! i’m pretty excited since i’ve never been to one before, in preparation jb sent me a link to the site–where i found this little goodie:

The following items will not be allowed inside the 2006 Air Show:

Firearms/ammunition
Knives
Self defense weapons
Bows and arrows
Explosive materials
Disabling chemicals
Martial arts weapons
BB guns
Compressed air guns
Firearm replicas
Flammable Items
Matches or Lighters
Leatherman/Gerber type tools
Razor-type Blades/utility knives
Box cutters
Mace/pepper spray
Baseball bats
Ice Axes/Ice Picks
Rollerblades
Skateboards
Scooters
Alcohol
Pets

what a drag, the man is always taking away the fun element. damn, i guess i better go unpack the car. now what to do with those ice picks…