Sarah's Most Visited

Gooooooood evening ladies and gents! I bring you the latest, but probably not the greatest, of Sarah's posts!
*Sarah's posts are sponsored by Market Basket Brand Chocolate Graham Crackers. HURRAY FOR THE GENERIC BRAND!*
I'm sure, because you are such avid readers, you are wondering what sites I frequent the most. If you haven't been wondering... this will give you something to do besides your probability homework. This isn't just my sites; these are the overall ones that my family visits. This is not my OPINION- this is fact! Here we go!
SARAH'S FAMILY'S TOP TEN SITES
(Not necessarily in order of which ones are most commonly visited)

1. Verizon Central
2. Facebook
3. Login | Facebook
4. Welcome to Facebook
5. Compose (Mom's email thing-a-ma-bobber)
6. From the Brilliant Mind of Sarah
7. www.verizon.net
8. webmail.aol.com
   
9. Life of a Kid Named Jon*
10. Turns out my computer only lists nine. Strange number, nine is. It's divisible by three. I like that in a number.
    

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Poop Cake

No joke. This is an actual cake. It is NOT my cats' litterbox. Keep in mind this isn't mine, I took it from this site-
http://www.fabulousfoods.com/index.php?option=com_resource&controller=article&article=17836&category_id=109

INGREDIENTS

		-1 spice or German chocolate cake mix -1 white cake mix -2 large packages vanilla instant pudding mix, prepared -1 large package vanilla sandwich cookies -green food coloring -12 small Tootsie Roll candies -1 new kitty litter pan -1 new kitty litter pan liner -1 new pooper scooper
		Instructions:	Prepare cake mixes and bake according to directions (any size pans). Prepare pudding mix and chill until ready to assemble. Crumble white sandwich cookies in small batches in food processor, scraping often. Set aside all but about 1/4 cup. To the 1/4 cup cookie crumbs, add a few drops green food coloring and mix until completely colored. When cakes are cooled to room temperature, crumble into a large bowl. Toss with half the remaining white cookie crumbs and the chilled pudding. Important: mix in just enough of the pudding to moisten it. You don't want it too soggy. Combine gently. Line a new, clean kitty litter box. Put the cake/pudding/cookie mixture into the litter box. Put 3 unwrapped Tootsie rolls in a microwave safe dish and heat until soft and pliable. Shape ends so they are no longer blunt, curving slightly. Repeat with 3 more Tootsie rolls bury them in the mixture. Sprinkle the other half of cookie crumbs over top. Scatter the green cookie crumbs lightly on top of everything -- this is supposed to look like the chlorophyll in kitty litter. Heat 3 Tootsie Rolls in the microwave until almost melted. Scrape them on top of the cake; sprinkle with cookie crumbs. Spread remaining Tootsie Rolls over the top. For the coup de gras take one Tootsie Roll and heat until pliable, hang it over the side of the kitty litter box, sprinkling it lightly with cookie crumbs. Place the box on a newspaper and sprinkle a few of the cookie crumbs around for a truly disgusting effect! Further notes: I had a reader write in saying this recipe only needed half the amount of pudding. I personally liked the cake with the amount given in this recipe. But feel free to use this as a loose guideline, use more or less as you see the need. Also, since the layer of cookies (with the chloropyll green specks, covers the top, you could really use any flavor or flavors or cakes underneath. Last but not least, you can also opt not to crumble the cakes, but rather layer them in the pan with the layers of pudding in between (much like you would layer a trifle into a trifle dish), sprinkle the top layer of pudding with a heavy layer of crumbled cookies. Same effect, different texture entirely to the dessert. My cats are too fat to fit in the Twister box now. :-( That was months ago, when they were young and skinny. Now they're like old people! Except with fur on their faces and four legs.

"Listen to Your Heart!"

I know there's something in the wake of your smile
I get a notion from the look in your eyes, yea You've built a love but that love falls apart
Your little piece of heaven turns to dark
Listen to your heart
When he's calling for you
Listen to your heart
There's nothing else you can do

Happy Sunday! Is this the earliest post ever, or what? I type to you in the wee hours of Sunday, waiting for my parents to arrive home from some furniture-shopping date. Way to live it up guys. ;-) Anyways, as I write, I'm listening to your typical DHT. I'll change the color of my font per song I listen to. Seeing as I have no clue what I'm writing, this oughta be interesting.
Revolution, by the Veronicas
The sounds I'm hearing right now-
-the clock ticking
-my fridge making whirry noises
-something scary in my basement
-me typing
-dad saying "Hello."
-Mom clicking around in her heels
THEY BROUGHT ME PANERA BREAD! WOOOOOOO!
RANDOM THOUGHTS
How many toilets in the whole wide world are flushing at this instant?
Do I have a hair on my head from the time I was born?
Do homeless people play with bubble wrap they find in trash cans?
Low, by Flo Rida
Do people in China wear Aeropostale clothes?
Do the people who work in WalMart notice the smell of WalMart, or are they now immune to it? Who in their right mind works at WalMart?
How come you can laugh when someone else tickles your feet, but it doesn't work when you try it?
Do birds prefer worms or seeds?
How do you get lead into the center of a wooden pencil?
Do people who work in eraser factories get free erasers?
Do teachers realize they are crushing your hopes and dreams by giving you homework that you're just going to end up doing late Sunday night anyways?

I guess that's it for now. I'm tired, and I've got a long day ahead of me.

Did you notice how fast I whipped that out? It only took three songs! Woot! BTW, this is a pic from the night of the last dance. You two crack me up!

It's Raining Sunshine!!!

"As real as it can be

Believe in what you see
Not just in your mind
It’s raining sunshine!"

It's pretty hard to believe that here, in New England, the land of snow and ice and the famed "nor'easter" we have, yes indeed, had a couple of GORGEOUS days. Soon, we'll be having these kinds of days every day. BRING IT ON, MOTHER NATURE!!!!

THE INGREDIENTS FOR A FANTASTIC DAY (ACCORDING TO SARAH)

1. 100% sunshine. A few wispy clouds are acceptable, if I'm in a good mood.
2. It has to be between 60 and 72 degrees. No more, no less.
3. VERY LOW HUMIDITY. A Fantastic Day is easily ruined by sweat.
4. A breeze is always welcomed. Welcome the breeze!
5. No mosquitoes. And/or other biting insects.
6. Several large slices of very juicy, very red watermelon. The kind that runs down your chin and makes you want to jump in a pool to wash it off.

Sounds pretty awesome, right? Just a couple more months until that fantasy becomes reality. I can wait that long. I hope.

This is me riding a fish. I got it for my 3rd birthday and I fit into it perfectly then. A couple of summers ago, Mom sold it to our neighbor who runs a daycare. Me and Rainbow the Fish were reunited at a reunion party at that neighbor's house this past August. You can see where his colorful tail sticker was pulled off. His tail used to be rainbowy. Kids these days. They have no respect for the tails of fish. And that thing in my hand? It's a napkin. IDK why. It's probably best not to ask.

Your Pets' Diaries

Aideen sent me this email today. I couldn't stop laughing! And you won't either, because this describes cats and dogs perfectly!

Excerpts from a Dog's Diary......






8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk Bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary. ..



Day 983 of my captivity...

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. B*******.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now..............

All that Jazz

"Listen to the music of the moment, people da-ance and sing! We're just one big family! And it's our godforsaken right to be loved, loved, loved, loved, lo-o-oved!"

So it's been a week now, and I figure, "Hey. I should blog about something. But WHAT?" It's really not too hard a question. But since I am choosing to do this right now instead of my ELA 5-paragraph essay, I'll save the part about Sorrell's hockey tournament for some other time when I have some procrastination to do. So yeah, Friday was the dance and I had my buds come on over and we primped and preened and sang off-key! Because that's what girls do, am I right? Sorrell came on over at four, and we brought her SUITCASE upstairs. Mind you, she was not staying overnight. I was staying over HER house, but Sorrell likes having options. Therefore, a suitcase full of options. That's not a bad thing, necessarily. She was better prepared than moi. Catherine came over a half hour later, and we began our hour-long process of girly stuff. Gossiping, singing, gushing ("OMG SORRELL YOUR HAIR LOOKS AWESOME LIKE THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"), dancing (I was the only one dancing), worrying, prophesising, the usual. And, per usual, we ate dinner really late (since we're so classy, we only eat classy foods, like mac'n'cheese and pizza), causing us to arrive really late, resulting in our big entrance to the Grand Old Gym. Emphasis on the old. And I partayed my heart and/or brains out, like some freakish crazed teenager. Which, I guess I am. So I danced with my friends, and Jon :-) and shook hands with some odd girls walking around like secret agents, doing the thing where you make a gun with your hands and creep around the room all James Bond-like. Little things make life worthwhile, I guess.

"Jon and I won Students of the Month! Woooooooo us! We got our picture taken for that special bulletin board that has pics of the S.O.T.M.'s, and I bet my eyes came out all squinty. They always do, and the bright flash on that camera didn't help matters. It's so bad that I actually practice smiling so my eyes don't squint. All I get for my efforts though, is huge bug eyes and my trademark Crazy Walmart-Greeter smile (patent pending). :-D"Sorrell

CATHERINE