Showing posts with label Sac. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sac. Show all posts

08 June 2008

Weekly Roundup: Filthy Gorgeous

More cleaning out of the del.icio.us, two categories this time:

Kitcheny
Techie
And a reminder: for getting back into yourself, sweat and endorphins help. Filthy feels gorgeous. And I am definitely filthy.



Lastly and very, very importantly, a stunningly happy birthday to Sac. Filthy/gorgeous indeed. I know you had a wonderful day.

09 March 2008

Guest Post: Middle-Aged Cartoon Men

A post which makes me suspect I am nothing more than a conduit between Sac and Jon:

Letterman Top Ten Lists by...
From the overworked, underappreciated Hot Republican.

Thank you, Pittsburgh, they were worth the callback.

25 January 2008

Oh Look, I Have a Blog.

Today I learned that the difficulty with having bought a gorgeous bag on holiday, with which you are head over heels in love, is that six months later when you have a question about it, you have to dust off your ghastly proto-French to try to find an answer. (Which, it being Parisians you are asking, you do not get anyway. But you’d expected that.)

The other difficulty is being head over heels in love with the entire collection and having the nearest boutique in Montreal. Ah, the long-distance relationship. C’est vraiment tres dommage; mais c’est la vie.

But. It has been a long time without a real post, hasn't it? Je suis desolee. Life has been wonderful-busy. Specially last week’s trip to Mexico with Mrs. Sac – with whom four days catching up and relaxing would have been fun anywhere in the world – but with whom four days in paradise were utter bliss. Spending days in bathing suits lazing on four-poster cabanas overlooking the Caribbean and swimming and snorkeling; delicious food and perfect weather and so much to choose from and nothing to do at the same time. Breathtakingly perfect.

And exciting – I didn’t expect to be bitten by a fish (jellyfish?), to pilot a boat or drive an ATV, to come within ten feet of a crocodile (alligator?), to see a Passion of the Christ-meets-Cirque de Soleil spectacular (stunt show? burlesque?), to get in a physical fight with a Russian (Ukranian?). And I now know that if I ever crave attention, all I need to do is go for a run in my “Former Stripper” t-shirt. Not, shall we say, a shy and retiring lot, the Mexican men. Thanks for the gift, Peter. Thanks ever so.

But it was all fantastic. Nothing like “The Ruins” – which my boss was so sweet as to lend me when he heard where I was going.

We did indeed “make a blast,” as we were instructed - and I enjoyed every second.

So now back to life. This weekend, the stunningly dreamy Matt Hall. Next week, a trip to Texas. Then, a stint in the Mansion. Coming soon, a Massive Birthday. A Massively Scary Competition. Life is never dull. Thank goodness!

27 October 2007

Sac Says "Post," I Say "How High?"

This is where I don't want to become one of those insufferable people who halfass apologizes by telling you their life has been busy. So I won't.

But I will tell you to get to the Prudential Center as soon as you can because it is totally gorgeous and striking and classy and every single person who works there is so polite and considerate and cheerful it's absolutely terrifying.

Also you should go see Bon Jovi because it is lots of fun. (Even if he does use a teleprompter.)



Also you should not expect to see me much lately, because my next free day appears to be November 25. ...okay, that's insufferable. But I'm not sorry about it, because I'm having fun. Work is good, I'm seeing my friends. I'm a lucky girl.

But I've got a whole week in New Jersey now, which is relaxing and homey and just very good. And I'm completely loving the weather. It's cool and rainy and the leaves are changing - just perfect fall weather.

But now I have to gather up my gear and go fight. Every single time I panic. I've got a stomach full of butterflies and I'm terrified I'm going to make an ass of myself. But then I end up loving it.

A lot like life in general, eh?

19 September 2007

Happy Talk Like a Pirate Day! (And Welcome Back, Me)

This is for Mr. and Mrs. Sekerak, who clearly do not have enough to do at work except send me bratty emails. But it really has been a long time, hasn't it. And my goodness so much has happened.

So yeah. I went to Vienna for work, and that got done as well as it could have. I hurt the same ankle I've been hurting on and off since November. I really need to buy more flats if I'm going to be able to run a 5K (RIGHT, ERIN?) this fall. But then I got free of boss and client and suits, spent an evening with my foot in a sinkful of ice cubes, and had myself a holiday.

I spent a day in Vienna after the work people left. It's an imposing sort of place, but in a good way - very elegant and waltz-y, really. But simultaneously, I'd been at the hotel so long that the staff knew me and it got to feeling homey, which was nice.

Then I spent a couple of days in Prague, which was both larger and shabbier than I'd imagined, but still very interesting and full of pretty bits, just not the unreal fairytale I'd envisioned. My hotel was amazing - this ultra-modern outpost of unnerving chic, but full of the sweetest people. (Also, ridiculously inexpensive.) If you go, stay at the Icon and tell Nadja I said hi.

Then I flew to Paris, saying goodbye to Matt from the airport as he left for Newport - and took the train to Montpellier, which was just lovely. It's quite literally a thousand-year-old college town. So if you can imagine all the wonderful things about being a college town, and a medieval town, and in the south of France on the Mediterranean, it was all of those. Just a sun-drenched laid-back paradise of young people in cotton sundresses clutching baguettes and meandering around past pret-a-porter shops and below open French windows looking out of cool tan stone houses. Really, truly, all the time, every day. With - most importantly - the lovely Severine, who was an absolutely perfect guide and host and friend!

And then I came home with just enough time to unpack, re-pack, and go to Maine for Erin and Mike's wedding. It's wonderful enough to be with my family, who are all crazy and silly and fun and full up to the top with total love - but it was an amazing wedding, where every detail spoke of their relaxed, elegant, fun attitudes toward life and their families and each other - and it was just in the most breathtakingly beautiful place on Earth. As much as I adore Europe, Maine may be one of my favorite places.

I packed egregiously badly at all times, spent a whole lot of money on presents and jewelry and accessories, had a few lonesome moments where I realized I want my next holiday to be with somebody, and at one point apparently missed running into Tracy by all of 20 minutes. But it was an absolutely wonderful time and I am so, so lucky to have been able to have it, and to be safe and happy and full of so many great things.

I have to get my photos up on Flickr, which will be much more interesting and tell lots more specific stories - like the one about the Kazakhstan athletic team! - but I do have to do a little bit of work now. Especially since I came back yesterday to a promotion, thank you very much. Yes, you may now refer to me as Miss Director. And why yes, if you're keeping track, this is the second promotion in four months. How good of you to notice!

Hee. All done bragging now. Time for some specifics.

Jon will be pleased to know that I've continued to practice my whistle. However, it continues to be much more of a wheezy splutter than anything resembling a whistle.

Happy birthday to Ria the stunning chef, who was right about Maine as she is about everything; to Kristi the lovely maker of jewelry, who lives too far away; and to Tommy, who I can't wait to treat to dinner tomorrow!

Now. Everybody go look at stunning Jilly at 365Portraits. (And check it again next Saturday, maybe.)

05 August 2007

Thanks to the Sekeraks

  • For supporting my need for a Callpod, my joy in looking forward to Lear at BAM with Peter, and other geeky pursuits.
  • For explaining that pork is "grown".
  • For coming to the conviction that fish is manly enough for eating while watching the Steelers, due to the "The Old Man and the Sea" and that misogynist bastard Ernest Hemingway.
  • For telling stories in two-part harmony.
  • For confirming that Jack Daniels is indeed called for whenever taxidermy is involved.

Here's the post you asked for, Sac darling, and oh my goodness I miss you guys.

17 June 2007

Weekly Roundup: God's Creative Work

While some lovely people are on their way to Hawaii to do theirs, this is me doing my part.

Today, you don't get links. No time for love, Doctor Jones. Sorry.

But you do get a pretty picture, if you promise to send congratulations to the new Mr. & Mrs. Sac, purveyors of the best wedding and most fun friends ever.

In celebration of which, I attempted to learn how to whistle but only managed to look silly, got spun around in the air very many times but did not fall over afterward, and played shutterbug.

11 June 2007

Weekly Roundup: 701 Posts and I'm Still Cribbing from Everybody Else

Who knew that I'd have had 700 things to say since May 2002? Wow. Welcome to post 701 and apologies for the Sunday roundup being a few hours late. Yesterday was a hiking-in-the-rain, detailing-the-car, baking-sugar-cookies fiesta of How Many Ways Can Sarah Get Dirty? Blogging, you see, doesn't fit on that list. Well. Not THAT way, anyway.

Anyway, here's a week's worth of goodies, mostly from other people.
And now, most importantly, a very happy belated birthday to Sac, who is having an extraordinarily good week, being as he's not only having a birthday but is also marrying one of the coolest people alive.

25 May 2007

Weekly Roundup: What Have You Done for Me Lately Edition

Wow, I've been asking a lot lately, haven't I?
But I know you can do it. And if you do.... maybe imma make you some of these like Rin and I did today. Creative, festive, delicious, and just a little weird: just like us. Fear us, Pittsburgh Cookie Table.

Other odd goings-on this weekend:
  • Realizing that there are not enough parking spots disguised as drag queens. Because if there were, I'd find them.
  • Learning that women are like sailboats. Because you have to constantly change to keep up with them. Or because they're oceangoing vessels you dump money into. I forget which.
  • Discussing the origins of zombies in front of priceless art.

So yeah. It's random.

But happy Memorial Day. Take a minute to remember somebody who did fight - is fighting - will fight - and think good thoughts for them. Sine qua non.

That's all she's got. Escalator.

P.S. Go for it, Olivia.

15 April 2007

Weekly Roundup: Severe Weather Edition

Now that you know how I've spent half of my rainy weekend, here are your links for the week.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ERIN! I hope Sac is spoiling you silly.

08 April 2007

Weekly Roundup: Jon Is a Fine Piece of Ass Edition

I don't lie.

Kerrin being in Cancun, it's up to the rest of y'all to get bored this week and use these links. Whether you think the theme is Easter or candy I guess depends on whether you are more religious or hungry. It’s a roundup post and a Rorschach test all in one.

Good Cadbury: The Cadbury Bunny Ad
Bukbukbukbuk....

Evil Cadbury: The Crème Egg Conspiracy
Outed by B.J. Novak. Does the good brought to the world by The Office never end?

The Edible Easter Billboard

Happy Easter.

P.S. Confidential for Jon: so you can memorize them like Sac.

01 April 2007

Weekly Roundup: The One That Didn't Make Any Sense

  • So this week I've found out about one person's pregnancy and another person's marriage by way of Myspace. Is it just me, or is that sort of.... Anticlimactic? Déclassé? Impersonal?
  • And while we're talking about Myspace bad taste, this site has to be the worst possible.
  • And that makes me think of this book that Tracy told me about.
  • And after all this if you're in kind of a crotchety mood... like I have been today... may I recommend you go YouTube the phrase "baby laughing". It's better than uppers.
  • And maybe that will help you tomorrow when you have to go to a meeting and let it make you dumb.
  • But if it gets too much for you, here are some ideas.
  • No, no, just kidding. Sorry. Don't do it. Look at this, instead, and remember that there is love and happiness and sunshine and daisies in the world.
  • Or if you're not gooey like that, but you're just not up for work, call out.

...

Okay, fuck this, yo. I've been trying to construct a narrative out of me going through my deli.cio.us and trying to clean out a bunch of old links by posting them here, so I can feel okay about deleting them (and why don't I just delete them? It's not like I'm saving links to the Magna Carta here. Why I gotta be so OCD?) and it's just getting really stilted and stupid. I'm just not in a super-creative mood. I'm sleepy and it's rainy and I'd rather scootch down and curl up with my new book.

So here's a few things I'll throw out, in absolutely no order...
And that's all she's got. Ima gonna go talk to Cheese and Sac now so she can tell me who needs killing, and he can give me my next assignment.

Yeah. It's that kind of Sunday.

28 January 2007

Kerrin's Weekly Roundup

  • Handbag.com is considering the Least Sexy Men of the Year. (Because, you know.... they're just not Sac.) Their (Brit-centric) nominations are Pete Doherty, Russell Brand, Tom Cruise, Kevin Federline, Jude Law, Callum Best, Paul Danan, James Blunt, Brendan Cole and Peter Andre. To which I say: Pete Doherty. Yuck. He's winning (losing?) with 36% of the vote. I'd also have included Dr. Phil, the naked fat guy from Borat, Borat and John Mayer.
  • I don't want to spoil "The Departed", but I don't like sitting through two hours of movie only to have the screenwriters give up on finding a resolution and just finding the shortest way to wind things up. The acting was great (if you don't mind Jack Nicholson gnawing on the scenery, even when he isn't actually pretending to be a rat) and it was just really good all through... till all the air just went out of it. But if you get how I'm supposed to care about the ending, let me know.
  • And, because I've totally run out of things to say, here's a random picture for you. Home sweet home - it's the Pope Library.

17 December 2006

Kerrin's Weekly Roundup

Thanks to Perez Hilton, YouTube, and Erin (who's updated her wish list!). Because without them, I had just about nothing for this entry. And now we're chock full of linky goodness. Splendid.

I'm tired tonight. I had a date with 110 relatives on Saturday, and with twice as many Christmas cookies on Sunday. 'Tis the season. I love it.

The baking-marathon tradition is wonderful. And when but at a family party are you going to get strangers coming up to you, grasping you about the shoulders, and gasping, "You are so beautiful!"

That just doesn't happen to me at work.

  • Musical notes. (Ha, ha, see what I did there? So clever. [Told you I was tired.])
    • Leona Lewis just won "X Factor" (an "Idol"-type show in the UK) and she's unbelievable. Her single is going to be the same as Kelly Clarkson's, "A Moment Like This," which is unimaginative of Simon - but it's good. And, like Billy Mack, she's tipped to be the Christmas No. 1.
  • Ian Ziering will be on the next season of "Dancing With the Stars". I work with the only two people on the planet who watch that show. But Steve Sanders was always my favorite. And I used to know his uncle. (In passing - Tucker Carlson was on this show? This is what I miss by not watching TV.)
My next two days are going to be spent in the pursuit of... if not academic excellence, at least academic completion. I've got a bet to win. Wish me luck - and if you catch me on MySpace, or reading dreck like these links, or posting, come smack me.

(Oh, and good night, Sac darling.)