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.
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