Thursday Thirteen

Google Needs Meme (stolen from Nichtszusagen)

Go to Google, type in your name followed by almost any verb, copy the first ten that pop up and add your own commentary. According to Google, here's what Sarah needs...

1. Sarah Needs A Cold Shower. Actually this one is true. it's about 103 degrees here...

2. Sarah needs to hand him one of those weapons that went off without warning. While I agree that most men do deserve to be arbitrarily blown up, I wonder what this particular "he" did to deserve such a punishment...

3. what Sarah needs is a date, maybe some fun, and if it works out a bit of schtupping. Schtupping?!? My parents read this blog!!!

4. Sarah needs to lean on her man. As I'm sure my man would agree...

5. Sarah Needs Your Vote to Win a Guest-Blogging Contest. Yes, by all means, vote for Sarah.

6. Kuzzin Sarah Needs Your Manly Vote. Kuzzin Sarah for President!!!

7. Sarah needs her panties. Sorry, I just can't bring myself to comment.

8. SARAH NEEDS MORE LOVE. *sniff* Yes, I do.

9. sarah needs advice. Where can I find panties?

10. Sarah needs to get her life back & establish herself as a person in charge! Woot!

11. Sarah needs to be hooked up to a respirator in order to survive. Good Lord, what are you saying?

12. Sarah needs a Wii. Maybe not a Wii, but a Wii Fit would be welcomed into my home with open arms. Anybody want to send one?

13. Sarah needs friendship and support. Love me!

Deer in the Headlights

My husband and I are weird, yes I know this. We have this thing where we'll just be sitting together, minding our own business, or maybe he'll just walk through the room where I happen to be and then it happens. He turns into a deer in the headlights. He'll just look at me with this wide-eyed, terrified look and I'll know, I've got to chase him. He's the antelope, I'm the lion and I've got to catch him or die trying.

See? Weird, I told you.

So anyway, the other day, he was getting ready to take a nap (in between church services on Sunday...preaching really takes it out of you) when suddenly, I became the antelope. So I fly off the couch and start running with all my might when the lion suddenly leaps and tackles me on the floor of our recently emptied dining room. I landed hard on my hip and now have a ginormous bruise to show for it. Or not to show, I AM a little modest. I'd take a picture to share with the world if I weren't so dern modest...poor little antelope.