Inspired by a Reader post here I thought it would be interesting to look up my first ever rented movie from Netflix.
Don't laugh...
The Whole Nine Yards rented on 12/31/2001
Let me do the math on this one. I have had a Netflix membership since 12/31/2001 paying roughly $20 a month (it was around $23 a month back in 2001 for 3-at-a-time!!). Times that by 7.5 years which then equals $1800.
Oh boy Netflix. You should mail me a wedding present. That is a lot of money.
The absolute worst part of it all -- I have rented only 7 movies in 2009. Ouch, that hurts. Yet the thought of cancelling my Netflix subscription pains me. It burns, like it is some sort of secret competition of who can say they have been a Netflix subscriber the longest or something. Whatever kind of algorithms they run in the queues, big bro Netflix likes me a lot. Just writing that on the interwebs may be enough to kill my reputation. If it does, it will kill my enthusiasm to remain a subscriber. Because, without you Netflix, my life would be worthless.
Jk Jk
Friday, July 17, 2009
A Break in the Action
The weather over the past two days has been in the 60s and low 70s. It feels like fall in July and I have to say it makes me very happy. Not happy in the sense that I don't appreciate warm summers, but happy in the sense that it reminds me of the first season of the "dustin and sarah" episode of life. We started serious dating in the fall of 2004. By serious I mean actually going out in public together. The weather lately has been exactly like it was then. Cool and calm. The smells in the air bring back the memories of our times together then. 15 days away from marriage to my best friend and the memories of our first few months together hitting me with a wave of euphoria couldn't come at any better of a time. I am so giddy with excitement I should have stayed home from work!
This morning during my drive in, I blasted Limp Bizkit on my car stereo, enjoyed the cool air and recalled 2004. Most people hate Limp Bizkit for Fred Durst's behavior or other reasons but I don't. In fact, Limp Bizkit is my liberation music. The Results My Vary album supported me in the beginning of a very challenging road I started in 2004. I left my ex of five years and went through five more of the most challenging, difficult, and growing years. The changes, oh the changes! I cannot even begin to list the stories of the challenging times I went through the first three years. The only constants (friends, family, and Dustin) were what kept me going and optimistic that brighter days would be ahead.
I am looking forward to a chilly weekend with my boyfriend, where we will likely recall stories from the early episodes of our lives together. AND try not to freak out about the things that need to get done in the next 15 days.
This morning during my drive in, I blasted Limp Bizkit on my car stereo, enjoyed the cool air and recalled 2004. Most people hate Limp Bizkit for Fred Durst's behavior or other reasons but I don't. In fact, Limp Bizkit is my liberation music. The Results My Vary album supported me in the beginning of a very challenging road I started in 2004. I left my ex of five years and went through five more of the most challenging, difficult, and growing years. The changes, oh the changes! I cannot even begin to list the stories of the challenging times I went through the first three years. The only constants (friends, family, and Dustin) were what kept me going and optimistic that brighter days would be ahead.
I am looking forward to a chilly weekend with my boyfriend, where we will likely recall stories from the early episodes of our lives together. AND try not to freak out about the things that need to get done in the next 15 days.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Jerryisms
One thing (amongst MANY) I miss from my previous job is the linguistics of the big boss. So many of his conversations and presentations were sprinkled with idioms. I don't think I know of anyone else, or have ever met anyone else that has used so many idioms and so frequently. I started writing them down a few months before I left the company. I wish I had started sooner.
"...died on the vine"
"It's like owning an empty box."
"...noodle this through."
"you don't check your spine at the door with these people"
Friday, July 10, 2009
Chubbmaster or Master of Chubb
A person very close to me has recently begun a new and important weight loss adventure. This inspired me to write down my sage advice in watching those extra pounds either coming or going. Here is my short, but loverly list of words that I live by every day of my life:
- whole wheat
- sugar free
- fat free dairy
- high fiber
- apples
- light and lite
- portion control
- fat free mayo
- egg whites
- my BFFs in the whole universe -- vegetables
- fat free anything other than what is listed above
- low fat
- dehydrated
- 100 calorie
- subway
- Never, ever put Nair for legs and body on your face.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Day at the Dam
Spent Sunday wandering around the Coon Rapids dam. The dam is the only thing we really miss about not living in Coon Rapids. Many of our dates were spent there, just the two of checking out the happenings and the fishing.
Me and the G
Today I do not like the word "Angus." I am a semi-speed reader and this is the one word that I get hung up on every, single, blasted time. My eyes don't read the letter "g" for one reason or another. No prejudice to g, it is a cute letter with the little curly hanging off the bottom. Loving or hating it, not seeing the "g" usually causes me severe confusion and discomfort. I want to start a petition for restaurants to stop referring to their burgers as "angus burgers." Please Burger King, you are killing me. Don't be feeding me any of your Cheesy Bacon Anus or Double Anus. Oops, I mean Angus.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Disproving the Red Car Theory
Just when you think the perpetual, infinite loop of sadness and discontent can't get any stronger, a little ray of sunshine comes down... in the form of someone else's bad day.
I got up late this morning which roughly translates to "Sarah's gotta race like a crazy woman to get everything done before work" including, but not completely limited to, speeding. A couple weeks ago I posted a little tidbit of wisdom that did not pertain to me or anyone around me at the time. Not sure why or how I slid out of this incredibly bad situation today, but I did. I was cruising between 75 and 80 (in a 60 zone) along 694E and then onto 35ES when from behind appears a State Trooper. I yelled out a few, very audible "shits" and hit the brakes. Those of you that don't know my car, it is very red with very tinted windows and a very loud stereo. A moving bullseye, if you will. For some reason, the automobile gods and highway gods and Tuesday gods were watching over me and let me eek by that potentially expensive mistake. The car in front of me, Mister Brand New, Plain Jane, Dark Blue, Ford Focus was in the eyes of Mister State Trooper Man. After a short game of cat and mouse, right in front of me, Mister Ford Focus was pulled over on the side of the highway. I asked "why?" many times over and then quickly followed with "thank you!" over and over. Need less to say, I slowed down to 60 and got to work very late.
I got up late this morning which roughly translates to "Sarah's gotta race like a crazy woman to get everything done before work" including, but not completely limited to, speeding. A couple weeks ago I posted a little tidbit of wisdom that did not pertain to me or anyone around me at the time. Not sure why or how I slid out of this incredibly bad situation today, but I did. I was cruising between 75 and 80 (in a 60 zone) along 694E and then onto 35ES when from behind appears a State Trooper. I yelled out a few, very audible "shits" and hit the brakes. Those of you that don't know my car, it is very red with very tinted windows and a very loud stereo. A moving bullseye, if you will. For some reason, the automobile gods and highway gods and Tuesday gods were watching over me and let me eek by that potentially expensive mistake. The car in front of me, Mister Brand New, Plain Jane, Dark Blue, Ford Focus was in the eyes of Mister State Trooper Man. After a short game of cat and mouse, right in front of me, Mister Ford Focus was pulled over on the side of the highway. I asked "why?" many times over and then quickly followed with "thank you!" over and over. Need less to say, I slowed down to 60 and got to work very late.
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