It's been kinda {HIGH}, it's been kinda {low}

My friend Ashley does this thing on her blog where she lists highs and lows.  I think it's an interesting concept.  In the great SarahTimms tradition of list-making... here we are.  Highs and lows.

{{HIGHS}}
-Matt and I hiked to the Timpanogus Caves last weekend.  It was beautiful and creepy... perfect for autumn.  Plus, it wasn't ever too hot, and it didn't rain on us.

-My person Elisha is getting married tomorrow.  HOORAY!

-I had dinner with my princess friends yesterday and had the most fun I've had at dinner in ages and ages.  (how nice to go so far back with wonderful people)

- Also yesterday, I finished a very long and very painful group of many appointments at the Dentist.

- My mother has started a painting class at a local studio.  I couldn't be more proud.

- I have heard the leaves will be many gorgeous colors when we are on our long road trip in 2 weeks.  (please note that the leaves in the below picture aren't that fabulous.)

- A week from today we'll be all packed

- We're moving to Georgia in a week and a half.

{lows}
- I need a night all by myself to organize so I don't freak out and kill everyone.  I am definately not ready for movers...

- my Thanksgiving plans are now up in the air, which is sad... because I love plans.  and I hate people who mess them up for me... I'm not going to point any fingers.

- Also re: Thanksgiving plans... I'm not going to see my beautiful neice get married...

- I blogged last night about my princess friends, and apparently it didn't save at all.  (AND I don't have another princess picture on this computer to post...)

- Saying goodbye to all my people (for now)

- We're moving to Georgia in a week and a half.  (and we aren't living here...)

And now, a word from our sponsors.

You know how that guy in Juno writes theme songs?  Seriously, I think that would be an awesome job.  You can influence people for years and years to come.  And most of the jingles are ridiculous.  Like in this Jim Gaffigan joke re: Hotpockets....
'I do love that jingle. Do you think they worked hard on that song?
“What do you have so far, Bill?”
“Uh uhm, Hot Pocket.”
“That’s good. That’s very good. Not as good as your ‘By Mennen’, but it’s good.”'


And now I present to you, dear reader, a few of the random smatterings of jingles, commercials and other random marketing placements from the past that sometimes get stuck in my head.  Just to prove that I can't possibly remember new things, because my head is SO FULL of all this other crap I don't need.

(BTW: isn't our new baby elephant adorable???)

"Think of all the things you would and wouldn't have to do if you lived at Hogle Zoo. 
You wouldn't have to take a bath unless you wanted to, and you could spend the whole day long just lying in the pool.
You could eat when you got hungy and you wouldn't have to clean up your plate.
You could sleep in if you wanted to and you could stay up late.
Think of all the things you would and wouldn't have to do if you lived at Hogle Zoo."

My buddy, (my buddy) My buddy (my buddy)

Wherever I go, he's gunna go.
My buddy (my buddy) my buddy (my buddy) -- My buddy and me!
(now repeat the song with "Kid Sister")  "My Buddy," a real pal.  "Kid Sister," a girl's best friend.


Get your skis shined up, grab a stick of Juicy Fruit.  The taste is gonna move ya.
Take a sniff, (SNIFF) pull it out, the taste is gonna move ya when you pop it in your mouth. 
Juicy Fruit!  The taste, the taste, the taste is gonna move ya.

Some times some crimes go slipping through the cracks
but these two gum shoes are pickin up the slack
There's no place too big, no place too small - if you need help just call
c-c-c-chip and dales (rescue rangers) ch-ch-ch-chip and Dales (when there's danger).
(okay, that's not a theme song, but I could do the same thing with late 80's slash early 90's telivision)

Oh when the clock strikes half past 6 babe. bleh bleh bleh bleh.  bleh bleh bleh.
It's a good time for a great taste (McDonalds) -- Big Mac Tonight!


(creepy, no?)
Okay, friends.  This is the end of our flashback down memory lane.  Let this be a vital lesson to be more stingy with your brain space as a child.  And let this be a lesson to all the marketing people out there to remember that with great power comes great responsibility...  F'rills.

If You Wanna Be Happy For The Rest Of Your Life...

In the last word on waffles (because I've recently come to the conclusion my waffle-postings are most definately getting out of hand) Bruges waffles is located just downstairs from Tony Caputos on 336 West 300 South.  http://www.brugeswaffles.com/main.php  will give you all the waffle information you may need.  And I hope you all go there and are insanely happy.

Let's see... what else, what else...  ooh yeah,  I'm supposed to be at the gym in 30 minutes.  Sorry, friends but I am out.  Be Happy!  Watch Glee!  My favorite Glee-tunes (that's Glee iTunes) song (somebody to love) is on this week, and Kristen Chennowith.  Is there a downside?  Only that it's not on right now...

P-p-p-poker face

So, I walked into my office one morning to find this beauty staring me down...

That's right!  It IS the most horrible-looking woman you've ever seen in a non-ironic "come hither" pose.  And although I'd like to say I laughed and laughed, I'm going to go out on a truth-limb and say I screamed a little bit and then told the office I hated them.  See, the problem is that this has been going around. 

Just a week earlier (thanks to my boss) the co-worker Jason opened his office up to see this beautiful sight...

It's a whole flock.  Nay, a gaggle of cardboard hysteria that a convention was simply going to trash.  So it's been going around the office.  I shouldn't have been surprised when one ended up in my office.  Or when another surprised me around the dark corner where our water-cooler lives.  Or the guy in the suit up by reception.  (I think you all get the idea...)  But the truth is -- when you think there is a person where you are sure no person should be... it's scary.

And that's the truth.

Besides cardboard hilarity ensuing, something else stunningly fabulous happened this week.  The Autumnal Solstace (God bless us, every one...).  To celebrate fall, I went on a gay double date to my favorite waffle shop.  Now, I realize that I blog more about the waffles than a) anything else and b) a rational person should, but that's only because waffles are such a joyus activity in my life, that I almost always remember to photograph the experience.  And iPhone photos make for interesting blogging.  And interesting blogging is why you flock here by the tens. 

This week a new flavor was added to the waffle menu (for a limited time only... peaches and creme anglaise.  It was heaven.  Here are the reviews:

Ryan Bott:

"The difference between these waffles and regular waffles is the difference between making love and having sex."
















Sarah Thompson:

"It is as if it was sent from heaven in one motion.  It went HEAVEN--Waffle."

Jon McBride:

"BIRD!  Eat this fry!"

(see... Jon just kept playing with the birds, and then laughing at how cute they were when they ate the fries... and then he almost killed them when a car ran through his "all the fries you can eat schmorgisboard."  I mean, he loved the waffles too... he just REALLY loved feeding the birds.)

So if you ever wonder to yourself "gosh, I wonder if that waffle place Sarah should get to sponsor her blog is any good,"  you don't have to take my word for it!

How much is that doggie in the window?

Poor little puppers... My dog-pet Chloe (the aformentioned dog we "dog-sit") is at the doctors today.  She was diagnosed with hip displasia and apparently something had happened to agrivate it.  a) I hope she feels better soon. b) I hope I wasn't part of the "something" to agrivate it. Poor cute little fuzzy face...

Now let me tell you about my new "thing."  So, at work I deal with scenes like this:

This, by the way, is from my event last week.  Doesn't it look awesome and worth my 60 hours of work last week?  yes?  I hope so...

So when I go to lunch I need a break.  And I've found a walking path that leads me past scenes like these...

A magical path that leads me...  to scenes like this...

For those of you in the un-awares, it's a lion house roll.  They are divine and available all hours of the day for only a dollar.  And, yes, that is honey butter.  One thing you can say about that "Mormon Pioneer Cooking" is they know how to make a damn fine yeast roll.  I think I'll purchase the cookbook for this reason alone.  (pssst.... or I could just buy them by the dozen and be a sell-out, but don't tell my mom.)

I think I've just decided where I'm going for lunch... (shame they don't participate in the Dine-o-Round...)

When the whole wide world is fast asleep...

What?  Two blogs in one day?!!?  Sarah, you must have an event going on at the SPCC.  And I do.

I just came in from walking our (temporary) pet dog.  The husband is asleep, the dog is nessled up against my feet (seriously, this dog is an attention whore, and I LOVE her for it) and I'm a little too awake from the fast-paced two miles we just did for our evening walkies (what can I say?  I felt bad for leaving her home all day...). 

It's times like this that I think how good and how blessed my life is.  Seriously.  I have good friends.  I have a wonderful husband.  I have a dog who loves and obeys me.  I had wonderful dinner tonight that I didn't spend more than 1:15 on a microwave to cook (thanks, leftovers!).  Today was crisp and I wore all black.  I watched Warehouse 13 without being scared beyond all reason.  And tomorrow is Glee!

Never mind that my alarm is going off in the hour which shall not be named (five, for those of you who didn't already know).  Never mind that tomorrow will certifiably rival today for "most horrific day of work in months."  Never mind that we have to give the dog back.  Never mind tomorrow the Autum-spell will be over and we'll be back in the high 80's.

For right now I am happy.  And ready for bed.

Back in Black

“Don't you love New York in the fall? It makes me wanna buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address.”

Today I got an email with the subject “a perfect day for running.” It made me think “gosh, wherever that person was who is the email master for Runners World must be somewhere where it’s fall right now.” Then I happened to look down at what I’m wearing and noticed (like I usually do in the fall/winter) that I’m wearing all black. I wore a jacket from my apartment to car today, and Matt wore a long-sleeved shirt out while taking our dog (that, tragically, we are only dog-sitting) on a walk this morning. Labor Day is over, friends! Summer has gone, it must be fall outside!

And so the love-affair begins…

In other news, Matt and I are leaving for Georgia the middle of October, so get your quality-time in now. It’s funny how decisions are… you wrestle and wrestle and wrestle, and then making the decision is like being set-free. No longer does it keep you up at nights, and make you freak out inappropriately towards anyone who will listen. It’s the deciding things that are hard to me. Once decided, even the scariest of things are easy to go forward with. At least that’s what happens in my life.

Also, if I miss most of fall (the colors, the crisp walks, enjoying being cold, hoodies, jackets, the mountains turning colors) because of this “Georgia” thing, I won’t be a happy girl. However, if this “Georgia” thing allows me a) a longer or b) TWO seasons of fall, my happiness will be great.