Monthly Archives: September 2011

What I would do with 4 extra hours OR Hokie Nation Syndrome

This is funny. WordPress has this little thingy that’s like “Do you need ideas for your next post?” And I was like, “Well yes, WordPress, I could use a couple ideas, thanks!” And one of the ideas was to “describe what you would do with an extra 4 hours in the day,” and I’m going to write about it. Because I like the idea.

Today I could have used an extra hour of sleep. So that first hour would have gone to that. Done.

A second hour would have been dedicated to breakfast at Denny’s. Nothing’s better than a workday that starts with a breakfast combo of eggs, muffin, double order of hashbrowns and a side of pancakes. Done.

Hours three and four would be devoted probably to work or the other blog. Or redoing a piece of furniture or designing some new stationery. Done.

BUT if it was summer time, those 4 hours would be devoted strictly to beach time or pool time. Probably beach time. Because the beach is just better.

If it was tomorrow, I’d have 4 extra hours to tailgate. 4 extra hours to drive to Blacksburg and not take away from tailgating time. 4 extra hours to celebrate an awesome victory over Clemson. 4 extra hours to jump up and down to some Metallica and go crazy for Virginia Tech football. THAT would be AMAZING.

If I had 4 extra hours today I’d go nuts because it’d be THAT much longer until gameday. GO HOKIES!!!!!!!

Productivity today just went down the toilet. I’ve dubbed it Hokie Nation Syndrome. So now if anyone comes up to me today and asks why the heck I’m not getting anything done, I’ll just look at them and say, “I’m sorry, I have Hokie Nation Syndrome. There’s only one cure. GAMEDAY.”

The end. Shortest post ever. Can’t wait to kick some Tiger tail, ya’ll.

Until next time, Cheers!

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Holy Delayed Posting Schedule!

You guys. It’s been like a million years since my last post. The other day a friend of mine said, “Dude. What happened to MSP?” I was like, “What’s MSP?” He was like, “Um, your blog?” And I was like, “OMG! Totes forgot about that!” So here we are.

Obviously J-playin on that part about forgetting. But life has been insane busy.

Because I started another blog! I know! OMG! It’s called Sara Elizabeth Designs and it’s about design stuff. And craft stuff. And do-it-yourself stuff. And also it will be about stuff I sell in my Etsy store which is opening soon. So go check it out, because I’ve spent the past few months putting it together (like, I built the website and stuff), and I’m super loving it and hope you will too.

But MSP is not going to stop working on trife stuff so here we are and here we go. Let’s jump back in with a couple rando’s.

1. I’m apartment searching. It totally blows huge chunks. It makes me feel like I need to be making at least $30,000 more dollars per week to afford to live in a place that’s not surrounded by hoodlums and cockroaches. This is obviously not the case because I have a pretty decent job that pays me pretty decently. And Raleigh is inexpensive compared to, say, NYC or Boston. I really can’t complain. But apparently I have swanky taste in neighborhoods and apartments which my salary does not quite live up to. It’s disappointing.

I have a few appointments this weekend to view a couple places, one of which I already know I can’t afford so I’m obviously going to fall deeply in love with it and cry for days because I can’t make it mine. This is the time that I think I need a husband to share my super swanky apartment with. Or a boyfriend. Which I actually have, only he doesn’t live where I live and also a boyfriend living with me would incite comments like this from my mother: “How does it feel to be living in sin, Sara?” That doesn’t sound fun.

2. Little Rosie is apparently making some funny noises. This is not cool since funny noises = spending lots of money which I’m trying to save for the aforementioned apartment. Woohoo!

3. I finally came up with a nickname for my bf. The Bear. Isn’t that cute! And manly, obviously. So if I ever have a story to tell about him, he’ll be known as The Bear. I must have a thing for animals since my bff is The Fox and bf is The Bear. Fox and Bear. Bear and Fox. Isn’t there a movie or something…oh! The Fox and the Hound. Whatever. It came to me a couple days ago randomly and I was super proud and wanted to share. The other day I was reading a favorite blog of mine by Anna White, Homemaker, whose husband is called The RAM on her blog. They live in Alaska, and he does things like build his own home by himself from scratch with timber he cuts himself before he goes out and uses a homemade spear to get an elk for dinner. RAM stands for Real Alaska Man. HOT. I want her husband, in a hypothetical way. Anyway, it inspired me to nickname my own manly man, who is not Alaskan, but still hot.

4. I re-joined a gym. I think it’d be hilarious to look back on the past two years of this blog and see how many posts I talked about working out or going to the gym. Lots. And then if we had a log of how much I’ve weighed in correspondence to the posting of posts about the gym. It would be an interesting study. Anyway, I’m in a wedding for my bff from 5th grade’s wedding in like 3 weeks and need to be skinny for that jank. The camera adds 10 pounds so they say, so it’s time to get to work. There are still cute boys that frequent this gym, only I’m so dedicated to getting in shape and being healthy (and skinny, yes) that I don’t even notice them. They look at me funny when I’m on the bench and I’m like, “Fool, get out my way.” Then I’m like, “No, I don’t need a spotter. Spotters are for bitches.” And then I usually add, “And no, you’re not cute.” Plus the whole bf thing I mentioned above. Anyway. Getting in shape is hard when you’re out of shape. It’s easy to be in shape, but getting there is like a long and winding road. That leads to your door / Will never disappear / I’ve seen that road before…

Beatles. Gotta love them.

5. I’m really excited about the new blog so I’m going to talk about it again. Go there. Read it. Enjoy it. Do some of your own projects and send them to me and I’ll feature you. It’ll be super awesome. Check out my store and get yourself some new bedroom lighting or some greeting cards (soon). Or an original graphic art print. Or just waste a couple minutes reading. Either way it’ll excite me and make me happy to have you.

6. I promise to do better with posts. I didn’t know so many people enjoyed reading it until I stopped posting and people were all like “YO! What the DEAL?!” And I was like, “Um, sorry peeps!” So here I am. Hope you’ve enjoyed some rando’s and I look forward to seeing you back here in the near future. Promise.

I want to be friends with Hov and B

Hello, Beyonce is pregnant. I know this isn’t breaking news by the time I post this but as I write, it is breaking and it is awesome.

I watched only part of the VMA’s on Sunday due to the fact that Roomz and I don’t have cable. We diligently texted some friends we thought might be down for a VMA’s-watching party but to no avail. We kind of waited until the last minute so it’s really our fault. Then Roomz resorted to trying to find a live stream of them online somewhere. Apparently there was a live stream of some people watching the VMA’s but not of the VMA’s themselves. Odd.

Anyway. Plan D was to head to a local mexican joint where a friend works. Said friend had indicated this joint’s one and only TV was tuned to MTV, so we were down. Roomz wanted a Marg anyway. And so did I actually but as I stated earlier, I’m going alcohol free for a while. So uncool.

ANYWAY. Due to the lateness of our tune-in, we missed the big birth announcement. As I was leaving the house, I took a gander at my Twitter feed and saw Macho Harris (my bff obviously) say something about Beyonce being with child. Since no one else had commented thus far (cough PEOPLE MAG) I wasn’t sure I believed it. No offense, Macho. You’re still in my top 5 most favorite football players ever.

So I arrive at the restaurant and Roomz is all like, “OMG Beyonce is PREGGERS!” And I was all, “OMG NO WAY!!” We were excited.

Then a little while later when Beyonce took the stage, I was so hyped because 1) super love the song she sang. 2) She has awesome pipes. Gurl can sing for realz. She totally should have won that MJ award. 3) Super loved the MJ-tribute outfits. 4) She began her song with some comment about feeling the love growing inside of her. I teared up a little bit. 5) Jay-Z’s face every time they showed him while she was singing, and Kanye all patting him on the back like “yeah that’s my man” and whatever. You know that thing they do when they half cover their mouths while they smile/laugh and point at each other. Adorbs. And 6) At the end of the song when she un-buttoned her jacket and gave her tummy a little rub with a big smile I just DIED.

Because seriously. Who hasn’t loved Beyonce since Bills, Bills, Bills?! Destiny’s Child ya’ll, when she was like 12 years old. Maybe it was me who was 12. Whatever. Huge fan. Plus who also doesn’t like her name. Even Ma likes her name. She always says “Beyonce like fiance!” Yes Ma, you right. Also I super love Solange but that’s beside the point.

Then when Destiny’s Child broke up I was slightly devastated. But then Beyonce started singing on her own, and then she was acting, and THEN she did the most awesomest of awesome things and MARRIED JAY-Z. You guys. Seriously. Le Fox says they’re like America’s royalty and I totally agree. Since we don’t have actual royalty, I feel like we have a lot of power couples who sort of claim this status. Brad + Angelina, though no one is surprised when she gets pregnant now or adopts yet another starving child. I feel like I wouldn’t be this excited or happy if the freaking First Lady was pregnant. Plus celebs are getting pregnant like mad these days, who even cares? Except for Beyonce.

Beyonce and Jay-Z are like I can’t even explain it. They’re amazing. Beyonce is, as Britney said, a triple-threat. I would say even quadruple or quint-whatever threat. She can do anything. Then we have Jay-Z. From Brooklyn, yo. He’s like SO the man in so many ways. I love his rap songs. I love his clothing line. I love that he owns like 50% of America and you don’t even know it. I find out things he owns all the time and I’m all like, WHAT?? That’s Jay-Z? Who knew?! Kind of like Warren Buffett only with tons of additional talent and way cooler.

If they ever split up, I will definitely be really sad. There are lots of celeb couples that last less than 5 seconds and we get so excited about it and gushy, like, “omg they are so cute together!!” And then the next minute they’re split up, but according to their reps, everything is fine and it was mutual, obviously. If Jay-Z and B ever split, not only will they have to share a child and a massive fortune, it will just be devastating for all of America.

When they first got together I recall mostly I thinking, um, he’s not that good looking, and plus isn’t he like way old? But then they had that song together about Bonnie and Clyde I thought obviously they’re meant for each other. I can tell by the way he raps her name: “B!” Duh. Love knows no age. And then they were just so adorbs with the announcement of their pending god-child, it’s like the same in my head as when Kate and Wills eventually announce their future King or Queen of England.

B + Hov = King of America. Who’s with me? I can’t wait to see massive features in every gossip mag that exists on B’s awesome preggers style, how much she’s glowing and all of that. It’s going to be so fun.

And I obviously can’t wait to see what they name the child. With names like Beyonce and Jay-Z, it’s got to be good. Plus Jay is so good with nicknames, it seems.