i'm back.

In honor of being in SF, I told D I would relate something that happened each day to an episode of Full House.  (Isn't he lucky he found me?) I was a woman of my word. I shall relate our last day in SF to episode 16, Season 2 - Baby Love. In this episode Michelle becomes attached to Rebecca's nephew Howie, and trouble starts when Howie's visit comes to an end.  

PG and cousin AK definitely dug each other. And while I can't say that AK or PG was devastated when the trip ended, I'm sure they are missing the awesomeness of having a live-in play buddy. 

The latter 2 pics are at the Bay Area Discovery Museum.

Of all my trips to SF, this was the first where I was able to stand on sacred ground.

Mama's: Best breakfast ever.

We also went to Land's End - there's a pic on a previous post. 

A million thanks Allers. Its amazing what some sunshine and a sea breeze will do for a restless UT mom. 

"because mother, I'M A MONSTER!"

OK - SF was divine, all thanks to the Aller's. I'm sure they were ready for us to leave, but I could have stayed and stayed and stayed. Highlights are going to have to wait - too tired. Why? In summation, my child became ill with fever half way into our trip. No sleep for PG=no sleep for mom. But it gets better....Upon arrival to our home, I notice a purple bump on my lip. Deja vu to Thanksgiving 2007? You bet. 

Instead of going to bed, we load up the kid, and head to the Urgent Care. (Can I just say that having been admitted to the ER, and now the Urgent Care for the same thing, that the ER is a glamorous place. UC - not so much. But I digress.) Here's a glimpse of the aftermath - keep in mind, this is nothing compared to how I looked going in. I know right? Hideous. It looks like the eye of a whale. Picture this + huge puffy lips + hives everywhere + me scratching my arms till they bled. Crack addict comes to mind. Good thing I have awesome self esteem. 

PG is still sick, and I'm doped up on mass amounts of Epinephrine. Damn. I should probably see a doctor to get allergy tested, eventhough I already know what the diagnosis will be..... 

"You're allergic to Utah".

still here.

I know you miss me, but I'm considering staying and living on the street to avoid the snow back home. Just FYI.

oh san fran.

We're off to San Fran for a quick little vaca.....I mean, uh for work.....I've been there many a time in my life. The last time D and I were there together was for a film shoot years ago, and there was awesomeness that I totally forgot about. Thus I record for posterity's sake.

We had flown in a Professor from Indiana to film for our documentary. The plan was to film the interview on UC Berkley Campus. So, I called various buildings to schedule before our trip, but none of them would allow us to use their space. Despite my efforts, everyone wanted to go to Berkley. I was told "we'll find a place, its a big campus" - so I was outvoted. This set the stage for my rage.

Here are a few other reasons I insisted we NOT use this location:

• that day was the biggest football game of the year, Berkley vs. Stanford. Crowded and loud doesn't begin to describe it.
• parking was a nightmare
• we had loads of film equipment to lug around while we "found a place"
  
• I ALREADY called ahead - no room in the inn.
  
• are we just going to have our interviewee follow us around until we find a spot?
• hippies
  

We spent a grand total of 4 hours parking, lugging equipment, and trying to find a place to interview all to no avail. Not to mention we looked like idiots to our interviewee. As I predicted. You can imagine, I was uber pissed as we carted our equipment back to our cars.

On the home stretch was a girl (in birks and a tie dyed shirt) a few yards ahead of us shouting - SAVE THE OCEANS (no joke). I thought to myself - girlfriend better not try and solicit anything out of me. But we locked eyes - the death sentence. I tried to forge ahead, looking at the ground. But she stepped right in front of me. "Do you care about the Earth's oceans?" All my suppressed anger boiled up - "NO, NO I DON'T!" - I shouted 2 inches from her face. She gasped. "You don't? What about the whales?" "NO! I hate them all. And all the hippies!"

Did my argument make sense? No. Was it true? No. But I vowed then and there to never step foot in Berkley again.

Luckily the rest of the trip was a success. We got out interview, and had some time to see the city.

tool time.

Its Sunday night, I can't sleep (surprise). No biggie, I'll curl up and watch some TV, a luxury I haven't been able to afford in many moons. Hoping to find a good movie or sitcom rerun, I found Tool Academy instead...and that was the cream of the crop.

Basically - if your boyfriend is a tool, you enroll him in VH1's "Tool Academy" and hopefully he changes his ways and "graduates". On this particular episode, one "tool" was in therapy with his girlfriend, and then his real girlfriend of 6 years walks in the door. Which one did he pick? He went the noble route and did NOT pick the girl he started the show with. Why America? Why....Or at least, Why VH1, why? I guess I can't be surprised. This is the same network that brought us Flavor of Love, and I Love New York. Both of which I have never seen, but I can safely say that even watching the commericals made me feel like I might get some form of Hepatitis.

I've lost faith in you, TV, I really really have. I miss the TV of yester-year that could provide endless reruns of Saved By the Bell, Full House and the Cosby Show when I really needed it.

lessons learned.

• the cold still makes me want to cry - at least its sunny
  
• no matter who it is, MTV needs to stop casting Mormon roommates on the Real World
• if you let the Post Office dude pick your stamps - he'll pick the most hideous ones, thus destroying the look of your sweet shower invites
• for the 5 seconds the Today Show wasn't reporting on anything that had to do with that phenomenal Hudson River plane landing (including a psychiatrist that deals with fear of flying), they were reporting on Michelle Obama's inaugural outfit - I guess that's it for news today.
• has anyone really considered how unsanitary opening letters is? Think of how many random people's saliva you're potentially exposed to
• I forgot about the Golden Globes. And yet here I sit, alive and breathing.
  

genius.

I like to think of myself as someone with at least, above average intelligence. Except when I'm trying to print something off, and it just won't work, and I'm about to throw the printer across the room...Then Dave comes in to inspect the commotion and notices that I'm trying to connect to the wrong printer. I don't want to talk about it.

But then I have instances such as last night - when my feet were freezing, but socks were all the way across our cold, cold room. So I improvised, by putting my feet in the sleeves of a discarded hoodie at my bedside. I totally redeemed myself....Or my laziness/hatred of cold has seeped in to every possible aspect of my living being.

Later I wondered if I had to get up in a hurry, would I have remembered my feet were occupied in a self made booby trap?

really? really....

Dear Insurance Agent,

I am obviously not an insurance agent, thus the reason I come to you. I had expected, as part of your services, you would answer all my questions, and help me select options that are specific to my family's medical needs.

However, it seems as though what I am signed up for is the exact opposite of what I need. Funny, cause we went over all the specifics in your office, and you said I was "Good to go". Luckily I'm smart, and checked everything out before any real damage was done.

Also - I don't think you're qualified to give out actual medical advice. Just sayin'......

Regards,

A slightly enraged, Sarah

random thought.

My mom has started using the phrase "What was life like before PG?" (Of course implying that life had no meaning before him.)

My immediate response to that question is "Skinny jeans and a full nights sleep". She thinks she's so clever.

even Rocky had a montage.

Prepare for a Holiday montage like you've never seen:

Ballet West presents: the Nutcracker. Sis in law Cammy took me.
It made me so happy - I wanted to cry (she has all the pics - sorry!) .

The Polar Express: I don't want to talk about it - but I will, in due time.PG met Mr. C. - sorry its blurry.Presents w/ my fam Christmas Morning:
(PG and his new Xylophone)

Christmas Dinner with the Allers: NOTE - the Allers' interpretation of a "Funny Pose" is sticking one's tongue out, or maybe opening your mouth/eyes larger than normal. My interpretation is the best armpit fart ever caught on film.Boise for New Years: If you think Dave and I were too good to attend the Boise Institute's New Years Bash, you'd be sorely mistaken (thanks Karene). Although there was a penalty of death if I saw anyone I knew.

I'm posting this pic for many reasons. 1. Doesn't it look like its Photoshopped? I feel like Karene and I have relatively the same sized head. 2. I look crazy. 3. Our hats rock.

I think the festivities were more than a sufficient farewell to 2008.