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There is more snow falling from the sky. On top of the ice that formed from the rain we got yesterday.

Winter sucks.

And I'm home sick today.

Was up all night in the bathroom. Thought something I ate did not agree with me. The issues started at 11:30 last night. At 5:00 this morning I was finally able to doze off and get a couple hours of shut eye.

Then it was time to get ready for work. I felt like puking and my legs were killing me with every step down the stairs. There was no way I could go to work.

So I called in and was able to get a little bit of work done from home.

Now I'm going back to bed.

No intervention was needed

I was looking back through my NaBloPoMo '07 posts and noticed one of my Friday fotos of my nails. At that point I had only been growing them about a month or so.

Check them out now!



Can you tell I'm proud of them? That is over 3 months of dedication right there. I kicked the habit for good, no intervention needed!

St. Valentine's Day Massacre

Right here in Illinois, we are facing our own nightmare.

I can remember back to Virginia Tech, Columbine ..... the awful school shooting tragedies that deeply touched many, but it never hit so close to home.

This time it's a university practically in our own backyard.

A young man opened fire on a lecture hall at Northern Illinois University, and as of this posting, there are 6 confirmed dead (including the gunman).

This is just a couple weeks after several women were murdered, shot execution style inside a Lane Bryant store. News reports call that a "robbery gone bad", but I would be willing to put money on it that it turns up that the gunman had a connection to someone in that store. Who on Earth would rob a woman's clothing store when they first open?? And if you were only robbing it -- why would you line them up in the back room and shoot them all that way???

The only difference between these two local tragedies is that the gunman from Lane Bryant is still at large. The NIU gunman took his own life.

This is a sick, sick world. There is more and more violence every day. Why is there so much hate? What makes someone think they have the right to take another person's life? I just don't understand....and I guess I never will.

Is that your retainer stuck in my zipper?

When I was in junior high, I fell for the new boy and we started "going out" (you know the type - you were an item, but it was a rare that the two of you were seen outside the walls of school unless your folks toted you around since we were still a couple years from driver's license-dom).

There was a school dance, and afterwards we all headed over to Pizza Hut. It was close enough that we could walk there from the school, and then we only had to rely on parents for a ride home.

Of course, my folks were in charge of the drive home. So it's me, my best friend, her boy and mine. We finished eating and decided to wait outside.

My boy and I headed around to the backside of the building for some totally innocent smooching and while we're back there - my folks arrive (I am still horrified at this remarkable timing!).

What do my folks see when they pull up? Just my friend and her boy. There's my bestest bud calling out "Sarah!! Your parents! They're here!"

And out I stroll with my boy, mortified. OMG - what will my parents think?!? I casually pretend like I didn't just come around from the back of the building and hope that my folks just thought I was throwing out a bag of garbage into the dumpster for the kind employees of Pizza Hut.

But no. We pile into the car, and start our drive home when my dad decides to ask if my retainer was stuck in my boy's zipper.

He was joking of course, but it'll go down in books as one of my most humiliating experiences!!!

It was just one of those days

I think the stress of the week is finally catching up to me. The weather has had me white-knuckled behind the wheel several times, and I've had a knot in my gut worrying about whether or not our drivers were safe and if our routes were getting done.

We've got a new driver at work to boot, so I've been easing him into his routes while the other drivers are finally getting a much needed break from their long work weeks they've been putting in since September.

There was some tension with the drivers, lots of anger and frustration -- and I'm the lucky one that they unload on.

So I'm having a conversation with a driver - on my cell phone, as I'm driving down a totally unplowed road and slip slidin' along - he mentions something and I realize - SHIT! I forgot to do that! So I turn around and back to the office I go and work for another hour.

At this point, I'm feeling like the biggest fuck up on the planet. Before I took the position, I worried about whether I could handle it; if I'd be successful at running the business. Today I felt like a failure. It wasn't just that I forgot to do something and had to go back to the office. I just felt like everything I have been trying to accomplish came right back to bite me in the ass all at once.

I want my bosses to be happy with their decision to ask me to run their business for them. I want to help the company thrive. I want to keep the other employees/drivers happy, healthy and safe. I'm afraid that one wrong move is going to cost us dearly.

Like in the past, I'll get through it and look back and wonder what the hell I was upset about. But for right now I'd just like to have a good cry (when not behind the wheel, because trust me when I say tear-filled eyes while driving down snow encrusted roads is not an easy task).

All the while she was playing Masterbingo

I'm feeling a bit naive. I happen over to Mackey's and lo and behold, there's Billy Idol blaring in the background singing about dancing with himself! And I don't mean the Macarena!

So there I am with the lightbulb above my head flashing and then - what? There's ANOTHER masturbation anthem?!



Talk about not reading between the lines....

Now here's a song that I get the jist of right off the bat (and it's a new favorite of mine, I might add!) ....

Because So Much is Riding on Your Slogan

If you like a lot of Melissa on your biscuit, join our club!

I have to say. We had a great time with the Slogan Generator at girl's night tonight.

Who would have thought that a year later we'd come across campaign slogans that would have been a sure fire shoo-in.

For instance:

"Come one, come all to Melissa"

"Melissa - The Freshmaker!"

"Get More from Melissa" (though I hear she was handing out plenty! hehehe)

"You've Got Questions. We've Got Melissa."

Or how about?

"Melissa Saves Your Soul"

"Come see the softer side of Melissa"

"You're in good hands with Melissa"

But the one that really would have taken the cake? No doubt about it....

"It's the Melissa Fizz that does the Bizz."

Sloganize Yourself!

Well, I certainly like to think so!

The Best Sarah A Man Can Get.

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You've Always Got Time For Sarah.

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Okay, seriously............

Nothing Sucks Like A Sarah.

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