Wow. I've been lame and haven't posted in forever.

Things...

1. I have got to finish my phsyical therapy. I'm now officially too heavy to take part in a SKIN study. Geez. They wanna make sure I don't show allergies to makeups and stuff. But I'm too fat for that.

2. PAT continues to try to take out a hit on me. Yesterday my bus driver tried not once, but twice, to throw me off my feet on my way home.

3. I FINALLY GET PAID TOMORROW!!! and I swear I'll pay all my bills. Really. Repeat after me - I will not buy [insert product here - shoes, makeup, clothes, gadgets, etc.] Repeat 3x.

4. I'm watching the skies darken to a beautiful thunderstorm. And I can't wait. I love to watch thunderstorms.

5. Scrubs makes me want to be a doctor. Those guys just have so much frickin' fun.

6. Well, Obama lost PA. I knew that was gonna happen, but I voted anyhow.

No post for you...

... because I think my migraine may kill me.

Kansas piano chick will have to suffice.

Or you can join me by having this song stuck in your head for the rest of your life.

Damn you Scrubs.

This is great...

Watch this video. Looks cheezy, I know. Just wait. It's great.

And since my copy and paste isn't working, you'll have to go here...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9pS5xzOWbwo

Back in a bit.

iTunes

First off - does anyone know what the i in front of every single Apple product stands for?

Secondly, since I am about to crash my lovely Dell laptop while updating my iPod, I thought I'd refer you to 2 of my FAVORITE blogs.

http://theburghblog.com is the best thing since sliced bread. PittGirl has a great view on the city I call home. Check her out.

www.mentalfloss.com is just fun. This is usually how I pass my free time. They've got great blogs.. Just flippin' wonderful.

So, I leave you with that. I'm off to get more muzak.

Attack of PAT!

I've come to the conclusion that I HATE Port Authority.

I got off the bus today and did what I normally do. I walked to the front of the bus - the crosswalk, with the BIG STATE LAW YIELD TO PEDESTRIAN sign. Normally - as in every other day of the fucking year - people stop for pedestrians. So when the bus was pulling up to it, the started to brake, I figured it was cool to step out. Yeah - till it didn't stop. So now I'm forced to either keep going an hope that the people in the next two lanes will stop - which they normally do. Not today. I felt like fricken Frogger. Not to mention that, while I get around pretty ok, I'm still not in a sprinting state due to the bad knee.

So later - I went out to smoke and chat with the friends from the cafeteria. All was well until an attempt to cross - with everyone else, mind you - was thwarted by another PAT!!! Yeah, nearly mowed down twice in one day.

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On the other side of the I hate PAT -

I take a very popular bus home. There are 4 busses that take this same route for the most part - each branching off of it at some distant part. So I should be able to take any of those 4, right.

Wrong.

On most days, I can take ONE.

Bus A does not stop outbound on my way out of town, or inbound on my way into town. If it does stop to drop someone off on my out bound journey or while I'm waiting to get inbound. It will not pick me up. Even if telling me this actually takes longer than just letting me on - I have a bus pass.

Bus B will occasionally take me in and out. It only runs about 4 times a day anymore though.

Bus C is the bus I take. We'll get more into C later.

Bus D is my personal pet peeve. This bus used to take me home or to work. But - the ritzy folks who live after the bus branches off decided that they didn't like to stand for 10 minutes (~20-30% of their ride) so they complained to PAT. And PAT said "OK, we won't let them ride your bus anymore!" So now - on a daily basis 2-3 Bus Bs and Cs will pass me up, full to the brim. And at least one Bus D will pass me up. Stark empty. Do you see a problem with this picture?

I sure as hell do.

I think there's tofu in my chicken.

What's up with the health craze ripping the nation?

I've never before heard of a time when health food and gyms and having your own trainer was so chic. We've just opened this whole new demographic!!!

Granted, we are the fattest nation in the world, and we do need to do something about it - my self oh so very included - but why now? Why all of the sudden are we taking notice? I'm sure that things probably have gotten worse over the last 50 years (see SuperSize Me, you'll see what I'm talking about). As technology has made our world much more fast paced, we are frequenting fast foods and take outs and deliveries more and more. BUT - are we eating the same food as before? just more of it? or just getting less activity in our daily lives?

Now, anyone who knows me probably thinks I'm nuts for even thinking about this. I will just as easily walk into Wendy's as the next kid (I do avoid McD's as much as possible though - nasty.) so why is this bothering me? Well first of all - I'm presently eating some lovely chicken breast with spicy yogurt sauce over stirfried veggies and brown rice (that my WONDERFUL boss snagged - enough for 3 meals - for me from her lunch meeting today). And I thought I tasted - wait no, felt the texture of? - tofu. And it got me thinking - I work for a health insurance company. We're super health conscious - should I put it past them to sneak tofu into my chicken and rice? Or maybe it was in the stir fry... Wait! Why the hell are they putting tofu in my food!!!???? Fuck it, I'm eatin' it anyhow. And as I thought about this it made me realise that I KNOW WHAT TOFU TASTES (er, feels) LIKE!!! (do you hear the sound of hell freezing??) I of all people am actually being brought into the health age movement. All 5'7'' 208 lbs of me.

And I guess that's not a bad thing. Until you start getting depressed 'cause you can't go to the gym cause your knee's all fuck'ed up. Then it sucks.

Well, I hope it isn't just a phase. I hope it lasts long enough that smoothies aren't some food for the nuveau riche that cost $6 for a 12 oz. Poor kids like smoothies too!
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Oh yeah, and way too much money on new hair and make up...

Cosmos make me laugh.

Let me just say...

That I make the best fuckin' cosmo this side of anywhere.

And I swear too much.

Any blogspot is a bitch that won't let me post that I have a 100% cuss level in my blog. So children, cover your ears or eyes int his case.

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Boys are stupid. I try to be nice and send a nice little email and all the sudden my lovely friend has disappeared off the face of the fucking internet.

Asshole.

My Computer Needs a Breathalizer.

I don't drink much. So when I have two glasses of wine and a cosmo, I'm pretty tipsy for a few hours. I don't get hung over, but I get giggly around other people. It's all good then. But then, they send me back to my hotel room in a nice little itty bitty town where my cell doesn't work, and I forgot my debit card, so the room was on my co-workers card for incidentals (it was a business trip, the rooms were all direct billed). Basically - I was by myself with no way to talk to anyone. And a computer. With an internet connection.

Drunk emailing. Not even drunk. Just tipsy and lonely. For no particular reaon.
So what do I do? Try to pull it back? Send a retraction so to speak? Or just let it (er, hope it) dies?

Fuck.

Dude...

... so I seriously love my co-workers. No really, they're great. I'm a big ol' social butterfly and I just dig anything that throws me in a room with 17 other people.

The meetings themselves aren't really all that jazz, but hell, the "team building" stuff is just fun. We had an all day meeting today and got to go on about what our individual personality types are. Chaos ensued. Good times. So then, we all went to a tiny restaurant for dinner (fuckin fabulous, I might add). And after two glasses of wine and a weird ass cosmo on the rocks in a water goblet, I probably love everyone, but I just really enjoy the company of my co-workers. They're fun, they have great personalities and wonderful senses of humor.

And I'm not just saying this because I told them they'd never find my blog. Mwahahahah.

Its cool - they already know I swear like a sailor and love Keifer. mmmm....

But, alas, I must crash, as my ass has to be back in meetings at 8 tomorrow. Joy.

Peace out kids.

hay ther sexy ur hott... and other goings on

1. So, am I really that slow for just starting to be extraordinarily annoyed by idiot boys on MySpace?



Guys (that still have a MySpace) - do you get ridiculous messages from girls you never met, in your area no less, that are a) crass, b) illiterate, and/or c) just annoying?

Some samples of the recent messages I've gotten:

"hey whats up girl damn u sexy how would u like to hookup sometime have some fun maybe i can make u feel better"

"Just wanna chat, from pittsburgh, but you probably don't, cause a lot of people don't give a shit, but wehatever. If you do give me a chat."

"you look nice would you like to chat sometime" - (this one's just funny cause this kid truly looks like he's about 12)

Ok - enough is enough. So what's the deal with this? The first one can't spell, and he's obviously pretty narcissistic. What happened to the old "Hi, my name's X, I looked at your profile and we seem to have a lot in common. I'd really like to talk to you some more, so my screen name is abc1234." It doesn't even have to be that cheesy. But you don't have to be some self centered or self deprecating (see example 2) person.

And I have absolutely no place to talk about hitting on/flirting with/dating people out of your age range. But you better believe that no one in their right mind is gonna start chatting up somebody that looks/acts 8 years younger on the Internet. Have these people not watched "To Catch a Predator"? Most people aren't trying to get arrested.

Now, this isn't really a ploy to get "more hits" or more "MySpace Friends" but if you feel so inclined, my URL is www.myspace.com/fish_with_an_f and I, for one, don't really think I'm really saying "Hey - If you can't spell, have no taste, and think your shit doesn't stink, message me and let's talk" on that site. Granted, a picture is worth a thousand words, and I have the same picture there that I do here, but it isn't overly "hott."

2. Well, I got my MRI today. And I've reaffirmed the belief that doctors WILL schedule unnecessary appointments just to get money from you and your insurance company.

For example.....

Receptionist: Dr. Smith's office, are you calling to schedule an appointment?
Me: Actually, I was wondering if the doctor could send a prescription to (local hospital) for me to get an MRI of my knee prior to scheduling.
R: Miss, the doctor will have to see you in order to determine if that will be necessary.
M: M'am, the ER doctor told me that I probably tore something, and the x-ray I have, won't show that, so can I get the MRI prior to my appointment in order to save us all some time and money?
R: So you'd like to schedule?
.... pulling my hair out at this point.

The next day at my doctor's appointment....
Dr.: Hi Sarah, nice to meet you I'm Dr. Smith. So I see you're having some problems with your knee. (Normal office visit ensues, bend knee, push knee, prod knee) Well Sarah, I can't see any damage on your x-ray, and I'm not really sure what the issue is yet so I'm going to send you for an MRI and have you come back when you've completed that, ok?
.... I'm going to be bald if this continues much longer.

So why, pray tell, did I have to go in at 7:45 AM for them to do nothing but tell me I need to get an MRI before they could do anything? Oh yeah, did I mention it's $30 every time I pass through their door?

Ok. I'm done.

3. I love John McClane. You may have heard of him - he's the guy from the Die Hard series, also known as Bruce Willis, with a bunch of great one liners. I rented Live Free or Die Hard (if you haven't seen this, go out and BUY IT. I love this movie.) this weekend and decided to catch up on the whole series.

Yippie kiy yay, motherfuckers.

:)

ps. I love that my spell check realizes that "motherfuckers" is spelled correctly. That just cracks me up.