Category Archives: Reasons I might be a Space Cadet

Busy as a Bee

I seriously can’t believe that May has come and almost gone. My month has been a whirlwind  so far and I still have so many exciting things coming up! Sadly, this is leaving me very little time to catch up with my blog life (and my home life for that matter).

I promise to come back very soon and share loads of cool things with you…please don’t break up with me! I still love you!

xxxo,

SJ

That’s Not My Name

I adore the Ting Tings song “That’s Not My Name”. My favorite part is when he says Jane…which is really not my name, just part of it! But that’s not the point of this post…

I think it may have been an early 80’s fad to drop the “h” in Sara , but I’ve grown to love it. When I was younger it didn’t bother me all that much when people didn’t spell my name correctly, but as an adult, it’s become one of my biggest pet peeves!

I don’t mind so much when my customers mess up in the beginning, but it seems like they aren’t the one with the problem. The problem lies with my co-workers, and only the co-workers that already get under my skin that can’t seem to get it right.

It kills me. Seriously. This is why…

1. When searching for my name in our company data base, I am listed as S-A-R-A

and

b. I sign off all emails as S-A-R-A

It’s not a hard thing to do. As sales reps, it’s our job to notice the little things in life.

I’ve debated on how to address this issue, and this is where I turn to you my readers for help.

Do I…

a. Let it go? – I fear that if I do this I will be angry with them for something else and explode and say, “Why would I expect you to get it right when you can’t even spell my name correctly?”. This would not be good for my sanity or career.

b. Start adding an unnecessary extra “h” to their name,  like “Thanks Dough” instead of “Thanks Doug”? I think this may be my best idea yet.

c. Act like a grown up and politely tell them that they are spelling my name incorrectly and that I would appreciate if they corrected them self?  No fun, and honestly it can be hard not to come off like a snooty beast via email.

d. Plan B…this is where you tell me your ideas!

Help me blogosphere, before I go mad, take plan A or B…

A Girl Can Dream

For as long as I can remember, I’ve always had Dom tastes on an Andre’ budget. I got a few dream emails this week from my girls Brandy and Brookem planning these great vacations and parties that will never happen. I know I won’t be able to safari through Africa with Brandy, or BBQ on a deserted island with Brookem, but the mere planning was enough to brighten my day.Although these are hard economic times, I still dream of grand vacations and expensive shoes.

Here are a few things that I do to keep my dreams alive:

Shop online at Zappos, Nordstroms and Crate and Barrel. Fill my cart with all of the things I’d like to buy. Go to CHECK OUT, look at the total and close the window.

Try on the  shoes of the season  Bob Ellis that I will never purchase, the bag I’ve been lusting at Coach and my friends wedding rings…even if it’s bad luck.

Watch the delicious men roll in the sand play volleyball with sweat dripping down their 6 pack abs and pretend that they’re doing it for my enjoyment. Why did I never think of this before?

Hold some one’s baby until it poops or cries and then give it back!

Plan a dream vacation with my  girls. Or the wedding to the man I  don’t have because ever since I  saw Tiffany’s on the Southern Weddings I can’t stop thinking about it.

What do you dream about doing?

*PS- I promise I am not crazy and superficial, I just like to dream. I feel so blessed to have a job that I like and amazing friends and family.

Finding My Inner Oprah

So… last month I told you I would fill the month with all the things that I LOVE. I didn’t mean to lie. Honest I didn’t. But then I got sad. Very sad. And it’s hard to be a bunnies and rainbows while you feel like dog poop.

I’m one of those people that loves to make other people happy. It brightens my day! So I’ve decided to channel my inner Oprah and not only share with you the things I love, but give them away as well. I can’t afford to do it in one setting, I don’t have the money or the clout that Oprah has, but I do have a few friends in good places that will be able to help me get you the things I adore!

Stay tuned for tomorrow…the first give away on my lust list will be revealed!

It’s Okay…

Every day when the mail comes I rush to the box to get see if it’s a good mail day or not. Bad mail days consist of bills and credit card offers, good days are when I can see the top of a magazine peeking out the top. A few of my favorites are US (don’t’ judge), Self and Glamour.

Each month in Glamour they have a list of things that “It’s Okay” to do. I love it because it makes some of my quirks seem normal.

It’s Okay…

to find an idea you like on someones blog  and steal  borrow it for your own (as long as you give due credit). Thanks to The lovely East Coast Teacher over at In Pursuit of Happily Ever After who inspired this post! *Seen again yesterday at Ummm…Now What?

to love watching shows made for teens like 90210 and Privileged.

to feel better after feel better after spending too much money on a pair of shoes.

to sing Taylor Swift at the top of your lungs with the windows down in stopped traffic.

to hibernate for a few days if you feel like it.

to find comfort in discussing life issues with your blog friends over your real life friends at times.

to take a mental health day and do nothing.

to wear a skirt that you know is too short or a top you know cuts too low every now and again.

to try on overpriced shoes, clothing, jewelry and handbags that you can’t afford or will never buy. A girl can dream right?

to reapply lip gloss a million times a day. Even if you are just sitting at home alone.

to wish that your hobby/ passion was your full time career.

to look at old boyfriends pictures on Facebook and know that you’re better off as the ex.

to not love Angelina or Jen.

to have a crush on Simon Cowell.

to wish iTunes had a “frequent spender” program.

to see the best in people, even when they don’t see it in themselves.

to sneak away from work early on a Friday!

What do you have to remind yourself that it’s okay to do?

TMI Thursday: What Not to Wear… Down There

For the past month or so, my dear friend Brookem has been letting us in on her dirty little secrets through installments called  TMI Thursday (an idea she found here). I figured since I’ve been a bit spotty on my postings and a little  a lot of a Debbie Downer lately, it’s high time that I take a moment to laugh at myself. Beware, this is not a pretty post. No rainbows or sunshine, but I bet you’ll get a good laugh at my expense.

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It wasn’t until my freshman year of college that I was open enough to talk freely about anything sexual with my friends.  So it only makes sense that no one had told me that a lot of women were grooming themselves to look like a pre-teen again.  And no, I’m not talking about french braids and pig tails…

When I started seeing my college sweetheart, I decided that I needed to go The Full Monty (because if all the other girls shopped at the Limited Too, so should I).   A girl friend of mine told me that she used this special gel that helped with the razor burn and irritation. I tried it and it worked like a dream.

One night I had plans to meet up with my man after dance team practice. He only lived 3 floors above me, so it was quite convenient. I ran home, jumped in the shower and shaved away, not forgetting to apply my wonder gel.  We started making out and things started to go to the next level.

Just as I started to enjoy myself, I looked at the poor boy and his face was green. He quickly shot out of bed and ran to the restroom.

I was puzzled. My mind was racing: could it be food poisoning? the stomach flu? I hope he doesn’t get me sick…I have 2 games and a test next week!

 When he came back, a bit pale in the face, I asked him if he was going to be ok? After chugging a glass of water, he calmly asked, “What is all over you?”.

Then I realized, my special gel

Take my advice, this is a great product to get rid of unwanted razor burn… or unwanted boy toys!

The Writing’s on the Wall

Hello friends…I’m so sorry that I’ve sucked as a blogger/ blogger friend as of late.

To be quite honest, I’ve just been a bit blah. Nothing is killing me, but very little is getting me too excited lately either. I try my best to keep my blog pretty positive. It helps me to try to keep a positive outlook on life. I feel like when I write when I’m down or upset, it makes the situation real.

I could tell you about work. About how the downfall of the economy has put most of my customers on a capital budget freeze. This means there will be no new killer shoes this season year… But that would be admitting that I’m not 100% fulfilled by my current job.

I could tell you about the boy.  About how Sizzle may have summed up my current romantic situation in her post about snow… but then I would be admitting that I’m not sure where things are going. PS- As much as I dislike the cold, I would love just one good snow this winter. It would be super fun.

I could tell you about all of the fabulous books on my nightstand. You know, the ones that have been collecting dust since before Thanksgiving! But I can’t…because that’s how long it’s been since I have finished a book.

I could tell you about all the fun things the Pop Tarts have been doing:Christmas parties, trips to Miami for New Years and loads of other fun things…but I haven’t seen them since August. And that would require me admitting that as much as I love my friends here,  I am seriously longing for a bit of Kentucky in my life.

I could tell you about my training for my next race. But that would require me admitting I haven’t been motivated to run since the half marathon.

Can you see why I haven’t been writing? This is getting embarrassing…

I used to always say that the easiest person to lie to in life is yourself. Perhaps by not writing how I’m feeling, I’m trying to hide the fact that my life isn’t always rainbows and sunshine. Who knows? But I guess you could say that now the writings on the wall, and all I can do is see what I’m going to do to change a few things…

I promise to get back to normal very soon! Thanks for sticking by me.

xxxo