Double WHAMMY

I've started a new blog HERE

bookmark it, babes: http://samagram.blogspot.com

lots of good things to come... and hopefully at a more frequent pace (JINX).

DAMMIT!

What the hael?!

k... i have new favorite reading material over here with Mr. Rob Sheridan... most notably this entry. hahahahaha.

Also in his realm of writing/art/hilariousness:
*"The First (and Second) Annual Stupid MySpace Haircut Contest" (snide witicisms always a plus in my book)
*Population Paste: A column for making fun of everything pornography... (i still can't talk after the penis enlarger video as I can't get over how into himself and the hobby of 'pumping' the guy is in the video). hahahaaha
*GISB: where he and his REALLY COOL GIRLFRIEND make fun of google search items.


Enjoy - and oh yeah, one more thing...
Upon surfing, i crossed this - and please tell me - what the HELL is this?!

The Simple Life + 1

I'm a closet Simple Life Fan - (was). Stupid hos, stupid scenarios - but Nicole Richie is f'ing hilarious.

Here's a quick review:
Season One: The girls shack up down south on a farm.
Season Two: The girls travel cross country in a motor home, earning their way to get to cali.
Season Three: Interns. The girls travel around the northeast sector of the country staying with families and spending two days at a time working for big-whig (and not-so big-whig) companies as interns.
Season Four: Short season (8 episodes), semi required by contract... The girls play "housewife" (pregnancy, cooking, kids, make-overs, etc.) and alternate on every-other-day schedule, as they refuse to work with each other.

I downloaded two of the eight "Til' Death do us Part" episodes, consequently the first and the last.

From the "Good Luck, BITCH" Cookie to the impersonator feud, i'm more than convinced the entire the entire thing was an ultimate prank and media stunt to sell the season. I call bullshit - and wait resolution in a fifth season (silent 'woohoo'.

Here, Paris has sent in a hollywood impersonater (as she did not want to go to work) - on the wrong day - Nicole takes advantage of Natalie (the imposter) and when Paris gets word, all hell breaks loose:




Thoughts? (I'm sure know one cares. but this is a lot lighter than most recent posts. Plus it's super hilarious).

Personally - I would have loved to see a bitch fight...

**Speaking of Paris impersonators - there is a girl pretty infamous on YouTube for creating multiple character videos - such as Gwen Stefani, Jamie Lynne Spears, Paris Hilton, "Little Loca", and more under the usernames: therealparis, stevieryan, littleloca, iLLUmnati etc.)

She was even on foxnews (i came in late on the boat, but still found it interesting enough to waste an hour on the YouTube.com). It sounds uninteresting at first, but you start going through all her stuff and it gets pretty entertaining.

Stevie Ryan is an aspiring actor in L.A... and pissing tons of people off on the web (ha). You can check her out at www.myspace.com/lovestevie, www.lovestevie.com. The majority of her personal stuff is actually pretty cool: very retro/50s - very french. Very old time.

(Samples: here, here and more creativily (my favorite): here


Here's a mock of paris - and a somewhat smarmy way of insulting everyone who's been giving her shit. :):

San Francisco

Slideshows to come.

Here are just a few of my favorites (thanks to Sara and Tom for driving my ass around so I could see all of this!):









Lombard.


The Wharf.




Awesome Trees!




St. Paul's Cathedral


Bay Bridge/View of Downtown:








Golden Gate Park:




Nightime on Overlook (better one comin'):

i am in trouble...

I spent the majority of my trip home today listening to loveline on my ipod (my car outlet was missing, and i had no blank cds), sipping on non-drousy Robutussin and wishing home was only 3 hours (200 miles) from Denver, instead of 6.

Upon arrival, I felt more at peace and at home that I have in the last six weeks. I feel like i'm leading two lives, and the person I slip back into when I return to South Dakota (suprisingly) is so much more... real.

I knew when I moved back to Denver, my way of going about it was anything but ordinary.

I pushed my time out here at home as far as I could, then left all of my things... and MY home, and took off with clothes, some all important bedding and a big, comforter-sized box full of my personality.

Or so I thought...

My past 5/6 weeks in Denver have made me feel so unbelievably unsettled. I've grown into the roll of a gypsy that has some things here, a few more things there, then continually wondering where the hell I left my keys 10 minutes ago. Dispite all this, I've been content getting along with all the people that filter in through my day to day (non)routines.

I wanted something different. I wanted to treat my second venture out into the career world as "serious business woman in the big city" somewhat like college: I bring my most favorite neccessities, get a cheap room - then make the rest up as I go.

Check. Check. Check.

Work has been a challenge. I've slowly been trying to prove myself to a group of people by working through my frustrations/ wall-coliding problems on my own by pulling from the outrageous amount of emotional work experience I endured over the past year. I've been getting better... I'm still trying to find my exact fit...

It's gotten to the point now, where it's not "What do I want to do?" or "Am I doing the right thing?"

No.

This time it is about who I am. I'm really starting to trust myself. And i've been sitting on a lot of passions/ideas that I really plan on putting into the action in the near future to really make sure I tell the world exactly who that is. I don't feel like maybe i'm doing the wrong/right thing... i'm just doing my thing - and know that I can do it however I want because it's my life, i only get once - and "whether I can or can't, i'm right" and finding i'm capable (and will be capable) of a lot more than I thought I would be when I was dancing around in questionable limbo.

I'm feeling good in that aspect. Damn good.

But as for feeling at home -- feeling whole -- feeling really, really good in my surroundings - this has been lost. And when I finally got home tonight at 11:40p.m. (Thanksgiving) - I walked into my home, full of my things, and realized I did not, in fact, pack my personality and comfortability into that large box -- it all was left here.

I gave my house a hug, turned on some heat, and set up the spare television in my room... and this feeling that I'll be able to sleep soundly - awake content, and walk around barefoot on shaggy carpet and clean pergo floors - has made my entire month of november.

I can see this being a real problem when I have to go back to Denver on Sunday... a love affair with a house. Who knew my great loves in life would have nothing to do men?

Things to Think About:

When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and two cups of coffee.

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.

He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas betweenthe golf balls.

He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else.

He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous "yes."

The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the liquid into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.

"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things - God, family, children, health, friends, and favoritepassions -- things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.

The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, house, and car.

The sand is everything else -- the small stuff.

"If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "There is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never haveroom for the things that are important to you."

"So...Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first -- the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always roomfor a couple of cups of coffee with a friend."

When Life Hands You Lemons...

You make novela lemonade:

I've just come up the stairs to my apartment with dinner, large workload and an appetite for all things carbohydrate - this is, of course, not before walking around downtown with a grocery bag filled with 20 (yes, 20) lemons.

It's not my sour attitude. Just a quirky little thing from today that would slide nicely into the pages of a book...

Every time something horrible happens - a disagreement, me crying, me talking about why i'm crying, i got lost on the way to point B, I have no money til Friday, Etc. - i have one person that always tells me, " Jesus, Sami - Zach Braff isn't around with videocameras and his screenplay for his latest movies! (which btw, wasn't that superb)."

And every time they say this, I laugh a little, because I'm not a generally dramatic person - though their reaction and concern to all things involving them would suggest otherwise.

When I'm hurt - I hurt big because I have a big heart, I'm sensitive and better to get it all out at point of impact, then let things build into mass destruction. I give room for second, third, fourth chances, and while I think most logically about situations, my genuine need to care and faith for betterment always get in the way.

As I get older, I grow increasingly fond of the mentality that you should keep it to yourself and wait it out, honey - because you'll feel better in the morning."

And I always do - because Since the age of three I've been saying, "It'll be O.K."

I'm finding, lately, I'm having to pull that three year old confidence back out of me to support myself in situations not unlike the person I used to say this to when I was so young, but so wise.

There are a few ironic things "about last night":

1. a certain someone's birthday that connotates all things relating to this event
2. it all started over two measley minutes of music.

Being part writer, every time i see something happen in my life, I pause in my mind to write out the event in the best, most elaborately placed words possible so that someone else may later share in my occurance - all in those quiet moments before I fall asleep.

But last night, I spent a good hour trying to figure out how I could unwrite 120 minutes.

The funny thing about it all is this is who I am. I don't need a Zach Braff, and I don't need someone to constantly barade me about it. What's funniest thing about all of this, is the person always declaring that I act like I'm always in front of movie crew - has never read a damn thing i've written.

And so I say, don't knock it til you try it - because all's fair in love and war - and I still haven't written my book yet...

Socks

I remember in 7th grade, the hip thing was to have every kind/color of sock possible. You can ask MMM - because along with being one of my major music influences and one of my best 7th grade friends - she was the hip chic wearing the sweetest socks in town.

I must have convinced my mom that i really needed new socks, because I went through a phase where I had rainbow toe socks, bugs bunny socks (which were awesome because they had tread on the bottom in the shape of bunny feet), heart socks, christmas tree socks, pumpkin socks, santa clause socks, green socks, yellow socks, blue socks, red socks, every damn colored sock under the sun.

Then I entered my obsessive work out phase all through sophomore year of high school through the end of college and all my color got wiped out for white - mostly because, when your feet get sweaty from running, they turn whatever color of sock you're wearing - and since I'm Irish and pretty much the color of fish belly - it made sense to stick with plane jane mcgee.

I attained a pair here and there along the way -- one pair of maroon fuzz socks from my Big Sis in pi phi that i wore til they were completely holed out - then some netted tights that i made into thigh highs after my butt got too big for the britches (ok... i bought a small on accident, instead of a large for my big girl butt).

I've stolen a pair of green fleeces from my mom, and my aunt lisa left my very favorite pair (really, really ridiculously THICK grey socks that strech up to your knees) at my first apartment in Denver when she helped me move all of my giant "Bitch Pieces*."

Now I'm left without - and so I generally go for flips - but now it's f'ing FREEZING outside, and now I'm reminded of how much I love shimmy-ing across my hardwoods/tile floors in big, wooley socks.

So just like everything else in life that makes me happy, I want more.

And beecause it's winter, and it's perfect weather for scarfs, cute coats, mittens and yes... SOCKS!


Along with this obscenely boring subject (i was GETTING TO THE POINT!), I also remember doing a "pretty panty exchange" with all of my aunts/cousins/sisters/friends when i was young.

You recieve a list of girls names on a list in the mail, and the top most person gets five pairs of pretty panties on you. It may sound like a lot, but when you only have to do it once (you may get cycled back through...) - it's really not a big deal.
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So *ahem* -- MY POINT: I'd love to revive the "Pretty Panty Exchange," but rather than panties - I'd like to exchange socks - and I'm calling the gesture... "Winter Socks Appeal."

If anyone is interested, please e-mail me for details/instructions, and we'll get this bitch started.

Don't deny the socks, people. Because if you do, I'll just start it on my own with family i know that will participate, and you'll miss out on FREE SOCKS!

It's a fun way to spread the karma, and get cool stuff in the mail.

And who doesn't love getting packages?
I know your toes do...

*[Bitch Piece: (n): really obscenely akward or heavy furniture that is a "bitch" to carry up three flights of stairs (ex. 1950s desk, 1980s tv entertainment center, queen-sized, wobbly mattress).

In a Sentence: "Let's go with the Bitch Piece!" (followed by grunting and extreme lack of motivation because you're laughing so hard.]