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| Sarah's every boring thought continued again and again and again! |
| 7/9/2003 - This here blog nearly came to a dramatic end this afternoon when Sarah was nearly ripped asunder by the 18 wheeler she sort of pulled out in front off on her way back from Niagra Falls (Canadian side). After being subject (it seemed to Sarah) to excessive questioning by the immigration official she encountered as she tried to regain admittance to the homeland (as it is now called), Sarah was busy pondering what about her appearance or manner inspires such suspicion in immigration folks. Too busy pondering to notice that she was about to merge into a fast moving 18 wheeler. It was pretty scary. Luckily, the end, if it had come would have been exceptionally quick. I think that my car would have pretty nearly exploded with the impact. I noticed that my last thoughts would have been something like, "Sarah, you are such an idiot." Early morning of 7/11/2003 - So what have I learned from my near death experience, you ask? Oh my God! I just remembered something... As we all know, Sarah hates to drive. (I took two naps on the way up to Rochester, only an 8 hour drive...) So, on the way back from Rochester I struggled with the issue of whether to stop at Niagra Falls. I knew that I had a limited amount of energy to make the drive home and I feared that a several hour detour would overly tax Sarah's energy reserves. For some reason, I pondered that the day might be my last so I decided to see the Falls... And in doing so, I nearly caused it to be my last day! Eek. Anyway, I have realized the following... 1. I am glad that I recently wrote a will. Have one's affairs in orders (i.e. specifying how long the rats must be allowed to play outside of their cage every day, which cats cannot be separated and what sort of Indian food (vegetarian) is to be served at one's non-religious memorial gathering...) brings peace of mind. 2. I probably have only lived this long because I have always driven stick shift cars... During my trip to and fro Rochester I noticed my tendency to nearly wreck frequently in my automatic transmission rental car. My short attention span clearly requires the frequent interaction with the car demanded by shifting. Always having a car/truck that sounds like it is going to rattle apart at speeds in excess of 60 miles an hour has probably helped my unblemished safety record too. Sleepy now... Later in the day on 7/11/2003 - Oh, how quickly the protege turns on the master... After I laboriously nagged Dana to create a blog and then assisted in the techincal aspects of its construction, she used the blog as a platform to make light of Sarah's exceedingly delicate constitution...poking fun at the Sarah Misery Index! Humpf. Pain, can I help it if I feel you so intensely!?! Sarah and Dana are putting aside the burgeoning blog war for the evening and hitting the town to "work the dream" (or live the nightmare - whichever the case may be...) 7/12/2003 - According to the recently inspired by Sarah blogger Amy, Yours Truly has started a craze! Soon people will be getting pet rats! And sleeping a lot! And getting yeast infections! Dana is going to bring some Cajun hush puppies up to work! As you probably know, hush puppies are my favorite food. She must be trying to make amends for abusing me in her blog. The attacks continued today. I am letting it slide because she has a hard hard road ahead of her this week. According to Dana, formerly of Miamisburg but now of Fantasy Island, she is going to walk right up to a.... 7/13/2003 - man she has a crush on for what seems like years and ask him out. This despite the fact that the only word she has managed in all these years is "hi..." Sarah, no stranger to broken resolutions, spotted an opportunity to pry cheese away from a comatose rat and bet $20.00 that Dana's nerve (she only has one itty bitty skinny one) will fail her. Woo-hoo! India Palace, here we (me and Amy) come to fritter away Dana's money!! Sarah does give Dana credit for thorough reconnoitering,* however. Her network of spies has informed her that he is not married nor does he have a girlfriend (and also that he likes to run in his neighborhood...) Perhaps Sarah is just jealous of Dana's preparedness. The time a much younger and more foolish (yes, it is possible) Sarah (26) undertook to ask out a cute man of slight acquaintanceship, she failed to realize that he was engaged!!! Oh, the mortification... Anyway, Sarah, superweasel that she is, suggested that she just email him. Dana, remembering Sarah's sniffling about the collapse of her most recent romance, considered the source of this advice and chose to ignore it. *Nice word for spying/stalking... If Dana does not falter in her resolve and the young man accepts her invitation, she is probably going to make me delete this part of my blog... |