I am having quite possibly the most insane month I've had in a really long time. I'm smack in the middle of moving and just did a bunch of traveling, so I'm really tired. Also, I know it is stupid to take a vacation right before you move, but the vacation was planned long before the move was. I had a blast and I'm glad I went, but coming home and having to pack a bunch of boxes does not make me a happy camper. You all have been warned.
Anyway, I wanted to leave you with some music old and new that I've been all about lately.
First up: Going the Distance by Cake
Running on Sunshine by Jesus Jackson: This song makes me happy every time I hear it.
Too Close by Alex Clare. I just think this song is cool and I have been harboring a secret fantasy that
Pentatonix will do a cover of it. If you don't know who Pentatonix is, click here. You'll be happy you did. I take thank you gifts in the form of wine.
You and Me by Dave Matthews Band. I still love them.
Another You and Me by Penny & The Quarters.
I'm not afraid to admit I like Katy Perry's Wide Awake.
Anyway, that's all I have for now! I hope everyone has a good week.
Sabrina
Monday, June 18, 2012
Thursday, May 31, 2012
I can now break into houses. Sorta.
File this under: This would only happen to Sabrina.
A few weeks ago, I was dog sitting for a friend of mine while she was in Bermuda. She also left me keys to her car because there was to be a lot of shuffling the pups between the two houses and animals aren't allowed on the Metro. I guess I could have tried to sneak Rocky, but the minute he tried to hide (to run) behind me because of the noise, we would be screwed.
Anyway, one night I took the dogs out for their last walk of the night. Even though my friend was on her cruise in April, it was cold here in D.C. As I was getting everything ready, the dogs were going crazy. I was trying to make sure I had leashes, poop bags, keys, and gloves all the while the dogs were barking, whining and jumping on me. Once I had everything ready (or so I thought) out we went.
The walk itself was relatively uneventful. I had Zoe on a leash and Rocky off. It's just easier this way. Anyway, we came into the fenced yard about 15 minutes later ready to go in. I rummaged my pockets for the keys and found the inside door key. The outdoor key was nowhere to be found. I didn't panic right away, because there is a back door. Unfortunately for me, the locks are not the same. I still didn't panic and started searching for a spare. Maybe it's just me, but I always have a spare outside of every house I have ever lived in. It was late and the lighting wasn't great and I could not find the spare anywhere.
Still not panicking yet, I decided to knock on a few neighbors doors. It was late, probably close to 11:30 at this point. I knocked on like three doors and nada. No one came to the door. My next option was to walk to the closest gas station. Keep in mind that I did not have a leash for Rocky. After a few minutes of back and forth, I bit the bullet and started walking.
I only went about a block before I ran into someone who had a cell phone he let me use to call a locksmith. He happened to have used a locksmith a couple of weeks before (no, I didn't ask why) so he was able to help me right away.
After a while, the locksmith came. Right now, I want to stop and describe to you what I looked like in this moment. I was wearing a bright blue jacket. Like I could be seen five blocks away in pitch darkness kind of blue. I was also wearing plaid flannel pajamas, house shoes, hair in a pony tail, no makeup, and finally no bra. I am painting this picture, so when I tell you the locksmith refused to help me, you'll be as outraged as I was.
The locksmith came and was a nightmare. First, he wanted to be paid first. We went round and round with this. You could actually see my wallet sitting on the coffee table from the window and he still wanted to be paid first. Finally, he agreed to "help". By help, I mean he asked me three questions about the door. I couldn't answer any of them. He actually said to me, "I'm not going to help you break into this house." Really?
Anyway, the one thing the locksmith did was let me use his cell phone to call the police. By this time it is after 1:00am in the morning and we've been outside for two hours.
The police came and were sympathetic to my situation, but they couldn't help me get into the house without proof that I lived there. Apparently, the bright blue jacket, the dogs in the yard, and the lights on in the house weren't enough. Regardless, the police officers were very nice and offered to give me a ride somewhere. Give me a ride. The dogs would have to stay there.
I couldn't do it. I just couldn't leave them there for who knows how long. I didn't know when or how I would get back. It was so late, that even if I went to my house, public transportation had quit running so I didn't have a way to get back. The police officer left with the promise that he would be back to check on me.
At this point, I was just about to hit panic mode. I sat down on the front steps and was about to start bawling. Up until this point, I had been pretty proud about how I had handled myself. I had not gotten angry or yelled (even at the locksmith). I hadn't cried. I even played with the dogs a little (who were champs through this whole thing). But when the police left, the dam almost broke, until I saw someone approaching the gate.
The guy whose cell phone I had used earlier saw me still in the yard and came to check on me. I didn't care or ask why he was there, I was just happy to see a somewhat familiar face. He asked what I was still doing out and I ran down the whole situation. His response was, "No. We are getting you into this house tonight."
He walked around the house with me looking for a way to get in. We decided to try to go in through the window that the air conditioner was in. I had already tried to break it earlier, but couldn't do it by myself. Within about five minutes, we were able to break the frame together. I then had to crawl in the window, avoiding a radiator and a glass table. The first thing I saw was the damn key laying on the rug right in front of the door. It must have fallen out of my pocket when I was getting the dogs ready for their walk.
The guy who helped was really, really nice and refused any payment. He just made me promise to make sure I kept the keys on me.
Premise of the story: Always make sure you have your keys, or at least know where the spare is.
A few weeks ago, I was dog sitting for a friend of mine while she was in Bermuda. She also left me keys to her car because there was to be a lot of shuffling the pups between the two houses and animals aren't allowed on the Metro. I guess I could have tried to sneak Rocky, but the minute he tried to hide (to run) behind me because of the noise, we would be screwed.
Anyway, one night I took the dogs out for their last walk of the night. Even though my friend was on her cruise in April, it was cold here in D.C. As I was getting everything ready, the dogs were going crazy. I was trying to make sure I had leashes, poop bags, keys, and gloves all the while the dogs were barking, whining and jumping on me. Once I had everything ready (or so I thought) out we went.
The walk itself was relatively uneventful. I had Zoe on a leash and Rocky off. It's just easier this way. Anyway, we came into the fenced yard about 15 minutes later ready to go in. I rummaged my pockets for the keys and found the inside door key. The outdoor key was nowhere to be found. I didn't panic right away, because there is a back door. Unfortunately for me, the locks are not the same. I still didn't panic and started searching for a spare. Maybe it's just me, but I always have a spare outside of every house I have ever lived in. It was late and the lighting wasn't great and I could not find the spare anywhere.
Still not panicking yet, I decided to knock on a few neighbors doors. It was late, probably close to 11:30 at this point. I knocked on like three doors and nada. No one came to the door. My next option was to walk to the closest gas station. Keep in mind that I did not have a leash for Rocky. After a few minutes of back and forth, I bit the bullet and started walking.
I only went about a block before I ran into someone who had a cell phone he let me use to call a locksmith. He happened to have used a locksmith a couple of weeks before (no, I didn't ask why) so he was able to help me right away.
After a while, the locksmith came. Right now, I want to stop and describe to you what I looked like in this moment. I was wearing a bright blue jacket. Like I could be seen five blocks away in pitch darkness kind of blue. I was also wearing plaid flannel pajamas, house shoes, hair in a pony tail, no makeup, and finally no bra. I am painting this picture, so when I tell you the locksmith refused to help me, you'll be as outraged as I was.
The locksmith came and was a nightmare. First, he wanted to be paid first. We went round and round with this. You could actually see my wallet sitting on the coffee table from the window and he still wanted to be paid first. Finally, he agreed to "help". By help, I mean he asked me three questions about the door. I couldn't answer any of them. He actually said to me, "I'm not going to help you break into this house." Really?
Anyway, the one thing the locksmith did was let me use his cell phone to call the police. By this time it is after 1:00am in the morning and we've been outside for two hours.
The police came and were sympathetic to my situation, but they couldn't help me get into the house without proof that I lived there. Apparently, the bright blue jacket, the dogs in the yard, and the lights on in the house weren't enough. Regardless, the police officers were very nice and offered to give me a ride somewhere. Give me a ride. The dogs would have to stay there.
I couldn't do it. I just couldn't leave them there for who knows how long. I didn't know when or how I would get back. It was so late, that even if I went to my house, public transportation had quit running so I didn't have a way to get back. The police officer left with the promise that he would be back to check on me.
At this point, I was just about to hit panic mode. I sat down on the front steps and was about to start bawling. Up until this point, I had been pretty proud about how I had handled myself. I had not gotten angry or yelled (even at the locksmith). I hadn't cried. I even played with the dogs a little (who were champs through this whole thing). But when the police left, the dam almost broke, until I saw someone approaching the gate.
The guy whose cell phone I had used earlier saw me still in the yard and came to check on me. I didn't care or ask why he was there, I was just happy to see a somewhat familiar face. He asked what I was still doing out and I ran down the whole situation. His response was, "No. We are getting you into this house tonight."
He walked around the house with me looking for a way to get in. We decided to try to go in through the window that the air conditioner was in. I had already tried to break it earlier, but couldn't do it by myself. Within about five minutes, we were able to break the frame together. I then had to crawl in the window, avoiding a radiator and a glass table. The first thing I saw was the damn key laying on the rug right in front of the door. It must have fallen out of my pocket when I was getting the dogs ready for their walk.
The guy who helped was really, really nice and refused any payment. He just made me promise to make sure I kept the keys on me.
Premise of the story: Always make sure you have your keys, or at least know where the spare is.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
So I haven't written on this thing in a while....
Sorry about that. I've been meaning to for a long time (months, actually). I saw my sister-in-law's new blog and that gave me a boot in the rear.
For those interested her blog is "Words by Wilber" and the address is hannawilber.blogspot.com. That's Hanna with no H at the end.
So, while I try to figure out what useful thing I am going to write about next, I'm going to leave you with some stuff I've been completely into lately:
Here I Go Again by Audra Mae
Ho Hey by The Lumineers
Awesomeness from Ashley Judd
As if I needed a reason to feel old...
A new book from one of my favorite authors, Jen Lancaster "Jeneration X"
Texts from Hilary (yes, I know this is kind of old news, but whatever I like it and this blog is about me)
Criminal Crafts: Yes, this is a real thing and yes, I'm going to buy it.
This wouldn't be my blog if I didn't leave you with some Adele. So here she is covering Cheryl Cole's "Promise": Promise
So, I promise to update this in the near future. And by near future I mean in the next month. Hopefully.
For those interested her blog is "Words by Wilber" and the address is hannawilber.blogspot.com. That's Hanna with no H at the end.
So, while I try to figure out what useful thing I am going to write about next, I'm going to leave you with some stuff I've been completely into lately:
Here I Go Again by Audra Mae
Ho Hey by The Lumineers
Awesomeness from Ashley Judd
As if I needed a reason to feel old...
A new book from one of my favorite authors, Jen Lancaster "Jeneration X"
Texts from Hilary (yes, I know this is kind of old news, but whatever I like it and this blog is about me)
Criminal Crafts: Yes, this is a real thing and yes, I'm going to buy it.
This wouldn't be my blog if I didn't leave you with some Adele. So here she is covering Cheryl Cole's "Promise": Promise
So, I promise to update this in the near future. And by near future I mean in the next month. Hopefully.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
DC had an Earthquake! DC had an Earthquake!
DC had an Earthquake! Let me tell you, it was a little insane.
Sidenote: I realize that the East Coast is making a big deal about it and hopefully I can explain why (other than the fact that DC had an earthquake!).
Today, at 1:51 pm Eastern time a 5.8 (or 5.9 depending on who's reporting) hit the east coast. The epicenter was in a small town in Virginia about 80 miles from DC (again, depending on who's reporting). I understand that 80 miles is far away, but when you take into account that this Earthquake was felt as far north as Toronto and as far south as Atlanta, 80 miles away is pretty damn close.
I was at work when the Earthquake hit. I was sitting in the control room talking to my two coworkers waiting on our patient to get dressed. The ground suddenly started shaking. Then a slight pause. Then a lot more shaking. There is no feeling in the world like the ground moving underneath you. The ground is supposed to stay still. It is not supposed to be moving.
Maybe it's where I grew up, but give me thunderstorms and tornados any day over an Earthquake.
After the Earthquake was over, we had to make sure our patients were okay and deal with camera issues (Of course there were camera issues. Our camera goes down when a stretcher hits it, much less an Earthquake). We started calling and texting family to let them know we were okay. It wasn't very long before we had no cell service or landline service. I was lucky to get a text off to my Dad before everything went down. As soon as we were given the green light to continue with our patients, we started talking about it.
This is where I hope to explain some things. I have only lived here for about a year. My first thought was somewhere along the lines of construction. I knew the camera next to us was having some issues, but I could not figure out what they were doing to make the ground shake. It took a few seconds to realize what was going on. I had a hard time believing we had been hit with an Earthquake. My two co workers, however, worked in DC when 9/11 happened. Big difference. Their first thought was that we were being attacked again. That's a terrifying thought. That's the reason that a lot of downtown buildings were evacuated.
So, the big deal isn't that we had an Earthquake. It's that it wasn't a terror attack. Every news story has a sense of relief with it. All you West Coasters quit making fun of us. We have a good reason to be freaking out.
Sidenote: I realize that the East Coast is making a big deal about it and hopefully I can explain why (other than the fact that DC had an earthquake!).
Today, at 1:51 pm Eastern time a 5.8 (or 5.9 depending on who's reporting) hit the east coast. The epicenter was in a small town in Virginia about 80 miles from DC (again, depending on who's reporting). I understand that 80 miles is far away, but when you take into account that this Earthquake was felt as far north as Toronto and as far south as Atlanta, 80 miles away is pretty damn close.
I was at work when the Earthquake hit. I was sitting in the control room talking to my two coworkers waiting on our patient to get dressed. The ground suddenly started shaking. Then a slight pause. Then a lot more shaking. There is no feeling in the world like the ground moving underneath you. The ground is supposed to stay still. It is not supposed to be moving.
Maybe it's where I grew up, but give me thunderstorms and tornados any day over an Earthquake.
After the Earthquake was over, we had to make sure our patients were okay and deal with camera issues (Of course there were camera issues. Our camera goes down when a stretcher hits it, much less an Earthquake). We started calling and texting family to let them know we were okay. It wasn't very long before we had no cell service or landline service. I was lucky to get a text off to my Dad before everything went down. As soon as we were given the green light to continue with our patients, we started talking about it.
This is where I hope to explain some things. I have only lived here for about a year. My first thought was somewhere along the lines of construction. I knew the camera next to us was having some issues, but I could not figure out what they were doing to make the ground shake. It took a few seconds to realize what was going on. I had a hard time believing we had been hit with an Earthquake. My two co workers, however, worked in DC when 9/11 happened. Big difference. Their first thought was that we were being attacked again. That's a terrifying thought. That's the reason that a lot of downtown buildings were evacuated.
So, the big deal isn't that we had an Earthquake. It's that it wasn't a terror attack. Every news story has a sense of relief with it. All you West Coasters quit making fun of us. We have a good reason to be freaking out.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
So, getting stuff stolen from you sucks...
First of all, I will be the first to acknowledge I haven't written in a while. It's been pretty busy around here, although if you ask me why, I can't tell you.
Anyway, it's 1:00 am and I can't sleep. For the second time in my life, I just had a lot of stuff stolen from me. The first time was in college and I left my laundry in the communal dryer for a couple of hours and almost everything was gone. That was hard. This was tougher.
I've been trying to get better about going to the gym. So today, like most days, I got off work and went straight there. It was about 5:15 pm when I left my bag in one of the lockers. It was one of the two lockers that I use almost every day. When I finished working out, my bag was gone. I went through every single locker. Twice. I alerted the manager, who called the police for a report. I went back to do one more check when it hit me. I couldn't get home. Whoever had stolen my bag had my whole life. My debit cards, credit cards, cash, and driver's license were all in my wallet. The "prep" (which will now be know as asshole) also had my SmarTrip card.
If you don't know what a SmarTrip card is, it's basically a debit card for the Metro. You load money on it, swipe it at the gates, and ride the Metro. I use that thing everyday.
Also, the asshole had my Blackberry. I couldn't call one of my friends to meet me at the Metro with either cash or another card so I could get home.
And that, my friends, is when I lost it. Fortunately for me, there was a woman in the locker room who had pity on me and gave me $20 to get home. When I tried to get her name and number so I could pay her back, she refused. I hope I get the chance to thank her.
The thing about getting all of your crap stolen from you is the effort to get it all back. Honestly, I rather you just steal cash. I was on the phone for an hour and a half canceling my cards (with a VERY patient gym manager). Getting my phone replaced is a whole other story. My work ID was in my bag, so I have to go deal with that. So were my radiation badges. Getting those replaced will be an ordeal.
The thing is, this asshole took more that just a couple of hundred dollars worth of stuff (I'm ignoring the more than $500 they had already spent on my card by the time I realized the bag was gone). They took a lot of time, effort, worry, and sleep. I had plans this weekend that were majorly compromised because of this asshole.
Getting stuff stolen really sucks.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Insomnia, really?
Ever since I was young, I've been an excellent sleeper. That's not to say I don't do crazy things in my sleep like talk or snore (along with other things). Ever since I moved to DC, I haven't been able to really sleep. That's not saying I haven't gotten a few good nights of sleep. Granted, they've mostly been drug induced, but still.
I haven't been able to put my finger what exactly is wrong. At first, I thought it was because I would sometimes take a nap after work, so I cut that out. Nothing. Then I thought it was the caffeine in the Cherry Coke I drank with lunch, so I cut that out. Still nothing. Let me say, I am exhausted by about 10:00 p.m. I am ready to go to bed, but when I go to bed, I toss and turn. I wake up every hour on the hour. If I have to be at work early, forget it. There's no sleeping for me.
There are a couple of things I can do to help. I never used to sleep with the TV on, now I do. I HAVE to sleep on my side. Also, leftover Percocet from the broken ankle does wonders. Not that I've ever taken one so I could sleep.
Anyway, as someone who has never had sleeping problems, I am asking for help. Anyone who has ever had any type of insomnia, please tell me what helps. I don't want to take Ambien or any other prescription drug, but I really need sleep. What do you guys do?
On a side note, my entire family is now on facebook. My brother, Jared, recently joined so send him a friend request. He refuses to update his status until his "numbers" are up.
Second side note, my other brother, Matthew, has started a blog www.darbyseyes.blogspot.com. He's only posted once since February, but he's at least started it.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Adele-Turning Tables
Anyone who is friends with me knows that I love Adele. Deep love. Like now that I live in DC, I would marry her and it would be legal love. She has a new album out "21" which is amazing. I highly recommend it.
So tonight, I wanted to share the lyrics to my favorite song (well, one of them) on the album.
"Turning Tables"
Close enough to start a war,
All that I have is on the floor,
God only knows what we're fighting for,
All that I say, you always say more,
I can't keep up with your turning tables,
Under your thumb, I can't breathe,
So I won't let you close enough to hurt me,
No, I won't ask you, you to just desert me,
I can't give you what you think you gave me,
It's time to say goodbye to turning tables,
To turning tables,
Under hardest guise I see, ooh,
Where love is lost, your ghost is found,
I braved a hundred storms to leave you,
As hard as you try, no, I will never be knocked down,
I can't keep up with your turning tables,
Under your thumb, I can't breathe,
So, I won't let you close enough to hurt me,
No, I won't ask you, you to just desert me,
I can't give you what you think you gave me,
It's time to say goodbye to turning tables,
Turning tables,
Next time I'll be braver,
I'll be my own savior,
When the thunder call for me,
Next time I'll be braver,
I'll be my own savior,
Standing on my own two feet,
I won't let you close enough to hurt me,
No, I won't ask you, you to just desert me,
I can't give you what you think you gave me,
It's time to say goodbye to turning tables,
To turning tables,
Turning tables, yeah,
Turning, oh.
And because I love all six people who read this stupid thing, I'm including the link to a video of her performing it live. Which sounds exactly like her album.
Turning Tables
(This post is "dedicated" to Elizabeth, hang in there)
So tonight, I wanted to share the lyrics to my favorite song (well, one of them) on the album.
"Turning Tables"
Close enough to start a war,
All that I have is on the floor,
God only knows what we're fighting for,
All that I say, you always say more,
I can't keep up with your turning tables,
Under your thumb, I can't breathe,
So I won't let you close enough to hurt me,
No, I won't ask you, you to just desert me,
I can't give you what you think you gave me,
It's time to say goodbye to turning tables,
To turning tables,
Under hardest guise I see, ooh,
Where love is lost, your ghost is found,
I braved a hundred storms to leave you,
As hard as you try, no, I will never be knocked down,
I can't keep up with your turning tables,
Under your thumb, I can't breathe,
So, I won't let you close enough to hurt me,
No, I won't ask you, you to just desert me,
I can't give you what you think you gave me,
It's time to say goodbye to turning tables,
Turning tables,
Next time I'll be braver,
I'll be my own savior,
When the thunder call for me,
Next time I'll be braver,
I'll be my own savior,
Standing on my own two feet,
I won't let you close enough to hurt me,
No, I won't ask you, you to just desert me,
I can't give you what you think you gave me,
It's time to say goodbye to turning tables,
To turning tables,
Turning tables, yeah,
Turning, oh.
And because I love all six people who read this stupid thing, I'm including the link to a video of her performing it live. Which sounds exactly like her album.
Turning Tables
(This post is "dedicated" to Elizabeth, hang in there)
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