THE BER FACE

I think I have found a new way to be famous. You know how on the office Jim just looks at the camera and you know. His looks are just money in the bag. If I were to type something ridiculous and put insert Jim Halpert face here you would know exactly what I was talking about. Well I have taken some pictures that I have to say are looks I often give people. So instead of typing insert ber face here you would have the actual pic of my face to use. I will try to figure out how to make that happen...but for now here they are so you can start requesting them for your blogs and such.

Lyrics gone wild...

Sass is lapping me on blogs so here we go take this Sass! So I go through times where I am just obsessed with albums. My current obsession is David Gray's Greatest Hits, I mean I listen to it all the time...I'm listening to it while I type to you. Here is another fact about me...I'm terrible with lyrics. There is an old school Mariah Carey song that till this day I will tell you that part of the lyrics are "side cameras are feeling me strong", I've been told the lyrics and I don't remember them so just so you know those side cameras are usually pointing right at me.

On to the reason for the blog. I have been listening to the song "Be Mine" of David Grays' and its one of those okay I really think it says this, but no way can I see David singing that, ber no way its saying that. Okay I have to get to the bottom of this. So I have to use my FBI skills because let me tell you every site does not have the complete lyrics but don't worry Ber is going to save the day. FOUND! Okay towards the end of the song I think they are singing "my butt is on fire", now you see why I was like I really can't see David singing that but whatev maybe that happens to him sometimes and he felt the need to put it in his song. Oh no people not at all what he is saying...well it was close. I will leave you with the correct lyrics:

"On fire, my body's on fire, my body's on fire,
My body's on fire, now run to my side, mmm mmm
Be Mine, be mine"

Why I never kept a diary...

When I was still Cute Little Sarah, you might walk in my room at 150 Glenside and see multiple diaries in my bookshelf. If you opened those diaries, you would find they were either empty or only one or two pages were written in.

I've never been able to keep a diary longer than a week, and that's pushing it. In fact, I've gone through some old ones from just a few years ago and ripped out pages and trashed them. Why would you do something like that?

Because I don't want to die and have someone find them with crazy stuff written in them. I think we all think we're a little crazy. What if I can't defend my purpose behind writing a particular post that someone might interpret as nutjob-like? That, my friends, is why I don't keep a diary.

Why do I blog then? Because I have instant feedback (or quicker feedback than after death) and I have to actually edit what I write. It is public. I don't think diaries are meant to be public but eventually they will be made that way.

Maybe I'll journal when I'm going through some significant event, such as wedding planning, baby having, a new move.

I guess I'm not done yet...

I am sitting here watching a Billy Ray Cyrus video on CMT, listening to this high pitched noise coming from my fridge (I think.) It's a noise that I've learned to tune out. For some reason, Billy Ray brought it out.

Have you read this? It's just like the Seinfeld where Kramer couldn't hear Mary Hart's voice without being sent into an epileptic seizure. I think Sean Paul may do that to me. Or maybe it's that damn baby noise that so many people like to put in their song...You know the one I'm talking about? It was in that Aliyah song and has been in others. IT DRIVES ME CRAZY!!!! I actually have to quickly turn the channel when I hear it.

Just so you know, around the end of February you, our loyal readers, can expect lots of tennis posts. Most won't be about tennis, but more about our travails with The Hicks and The Moons. Get ready. Hopefully we'll have pictures to boot!

I think in blogs...

If you read my Xanga, you have read most of this post. Sorry....it's what you've done to me.

Ever since I was little, I've found it hard to turn my mind off. This occurs especially when I'm trying to get to sleep at night. It once raced with ideas shooting in and out of my head at lightning speed. That's changed now...Now, I think in blogs. I have an idea that pops in my head and BOOM...I'm imagining how I can blog about it. Is this the state we've gotten to? Or is it just me?

On another note...I was hoping to see Adam Levine from Maroon 5 yesterday. I didn't. Apparently I forgot my swerve yesterday and missed the good looking singer. Such is life. I've got to remember to pack my swerve with me when I leave for work.

For the record...Sarah 3, American Idol 0...YOU KNOW IT!!!

Ridiculous church website

Make sure your under the contact/staff page http://www.gtownfcoc.org/id225.htm

Really people...I confess Wes found this one so props

An Almost Third-World Mistake

I receive letters from my Compassion children (I've got kids all over this world) not too often. They are both 5 and live in poverty stricken areas so I cut them a break on the writing thing. When I do receive letters, I usually can't wait to read what they say (usually it's from a parent or teacher.)

On Wednesday, I received a letter from sweet Wenderson "Big Shoes" Joseph (McDonnell) from Haiti. I opened the envelope with bated breath. What is Wenderson going to say through his translator/father? I read the letter and in the 3rd line, I stopped dead in my reading. "He is not doing too good."

WHAT?!?!?! What do you mean he's not doing too good? EXPLAIN!!!! The rest of the letter read like a normal Wenderson letter. He's trying to do good in school. He loves his church activities. He likes to play outside. But I couldn't get out of my head that through all of this, my little Wenderson isn't doing too good!

I immediately wrote back on the stationery provided by Compassion. I said my normal.."So glad to hear from you." In my last paragraph I mentioned that I was sad to hear that he wasn't doing too good. What can we do to rectify this situation? Do you need to come live with me for a while? I know that Haiti has gone through lots of turmoil, weatherwise in the past year.

So after finishing the letter, I finished a nice roast dinner that I had fixed for Miss Haley B-Ragg. After eating, I told her about my sad letter from Haiti. I showed her the letter and she said, "Sass, that says 'He is not too bad.'"

Time to write another letter.