Celebrity Gossip – It’s Back!

July 9, 2010

Friends and Comrades, it’s back! The Friday edition of the Celebrity Gossip Round up.

I knew you missed it.

Let’s start with the obvious.

Lindsay Lohan. Remember when she was just that sweet girl from The Parent Trap and Mean Girls? Ugh. Go to jail and never come back, Lindsay. I’m tired of you and I’m even more tired of your family.

The other person I’m tired of?

Mel Gibson. Remember when he was that nice guy from BraveHeart and What Women Want? Well, this woman wants you to disappear from the face of the earth, Mel Gibson. Hitting women and tossing out racial slurs and anti-Semitic nonsense like it’s your job – maybe it is your job. I haven’t seen you in any good movies lately – I hope it stays that way.

Now, on a good note.

Oprah’s ENTIRE SET was made of Godiva chocolate yesterday. Seriously. The set was created from approximately 7,000 Godiva bars and 2,400 Godiva truffles. Seriously.

You can take a tour of the set here. It’s incredible. And seemingly delicious since the audience members were invited to eat it afterwards.

Oh, Oprah. You are a genius. And a woman after my own chocolate-loving heart.

What was your favorite gossip item of the week?

– Sarah #2


Handy Woman

July 4, 2010

Happy 4th of July!

This weekend I’ve been a busy bee at home in MD. I hesitated to post this because my sister might see it and it will ruin the surprise; however, I can’t help it. I have the desire to share and so I’m sharing. Heidi, stop reading.

I spent my weekend building a present for my niece, Brenna’s, 1 year birthday – a miniature picnic table.

I started with these plans from Knock Off Wood. The plans are really simple, but, to be honest, I could have used a little more direction. This is probably due to the fact that I’m a carpentry novice.

Note: We had to counter sink the screws. I kept asking my dad if I had to make the sink holes. I frequently make up my own vocabulary for things.

I do have some experience building things. Yes, I helped my dad build our shed, as well as our hot tub deck. They were summer-long projects that required a variety of skills, but I was never in charge of the plans in either of those cases. And, even with my dad’s help, this project went awry several times.

However, roughly 6 hours later we prevailed.

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The fact that this masterpiece is supporting my weight without breaking in two astounds me. I want to keep it for myself (and I would if it weren’t for the fact that my legs don’t fit under it).

It’s not perfect, but I am proud nonetheless. My dad pointed out that it leans slightly. I pointed out that it’s probably his deck that leans slightly. He should really look into that, no?

So yeah, I totally built a picnic table.

I am as surprised as you are. Trust me.

– Sarah #2

Outta My Way!

July 2, 2010

I’m what you might call a fast walker. This is not to be confused with a fast talker which I definitely am not. In that case, you’re thinking of Sarah #1. See how complementary we are with our combination of fast walking AND talking?

So, I don’t really do leisurely very well. Regardless of where I’m headed, I move with purpose. In the mall? In the grocery store? You better get out of my way. I will pass you. It can be annoying for those who are with me. It’s like a game where I continually consider the best way to pass people.

I suppose it’s a mild personality flaw, but I can’t help it. I implore you to keep up with; otherwise, I’ll see you at the top of the escalator because I’m not going to stand there riding it up to the top.

Long walks on the beach interest me, if completed at a brisk pace. Stopping to smell the flowers is also something I enjoy, as long as it’s merely a respite from all the fast walking. I’m not much for “slow and steady wins the race” – I get really bored. I need to be moving.

Anyway, I was reading this month’s issue of Shape magazine and I came across an interesting blurb:

“A new study from Harvard University found thatt women who walk briskly – about 3 miles per hour – are 37 percent less likely to suffer a stroke than those who don’t walk for exercise.”

The ideal speed, apparently, is one where you can still hold a conversation but probably cannot sing. Twenty minutes a day of walking at this speed is all you need – not much considering 80,000 women die from strokes each year.

I really love when random health studies justify my habits. My coffee prevents Alzheimer’s, dark chocolate lowers my blood pressure, and obnoxiously walking fast everywhere I go helps prevent strokes.

Go science!

– Sarah #2

Myself in the words of Twitter

June 23, 2010

Mashable is a website I often frequent due to its insane abundance of social media information and advice. It’s awesomely handy. Being my go-to site for social media, it houses a wealth of information on Twitter, including a a Twitter list directory.

I could be wrong, but this directory seems to list everyone on Twitter; otherwise, I’m not sure how I got on it. It shows that 12 people have put me on their Twitter lists (wrong; 19 people have listed me) and it says I have zero Twitter lists myself. (wrong; I have 3).

It also shows my Twitter bio and it seems to aggregate the words I most tweet about. Whether these or accurate or not, they include:

This is a hilarious and accurate depiction of myself in 11 words.

1. Wear a Dress Tuesday

2. I talk about my phone, the Droid, a lot

3. I like the gym

4. I like grammar

5. I hate pollen, especially in the Spring

6. I’m interested in (social) media, and the use of the flip camera

7. I live/work near Philly

The internet is funny.

– Sarah #2

Alternatively, I’ll take a broom

June 18, 2010


Pertinent piece of information #1: My best friend, Laura, lives in Memphis. I’m not very good at Math. Or Geography. However, according to my calculations, Memphis is about 3902394203.9 miles from where I currently reside. That is so gosh darn far. So far, in fact, that they don’t have a Dunkin Donuts. In lieu of iced coffee delights from the DD, they have what seems to be a tornado once a week. Seriously.

Pertinent piece of information #2: We really like Harry Potter. Best friends should have a handful of similar interests. Believe me, Harry Potter is not even our most pathetic shared interest. Let’s just say she may be the only person in the world who will ever understand me and the things I think are exciting – like Harry Potter.

Pertinent piece of information #3: The Harry Potter theme park at Universal Studios opened this week. Sadly, I wasn’t there. Please note that that link leads to an article detailing the fact that there was a live feed of the grand opening online. Also note that Laura texted me to say that she was actually watching said feed.


Anyway, today I sent Laura a picture of this:


A HARRY POTTER BRANDED PLANE. This is like when I was in London and I only wanted to ride the buses with the ads for Goblet of Fire. WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO RIDE ANYTHING ELSE?!

Shortly after sending it, I got an email reply from Laura.

Laura: Is this plane going to take you to Memphis? 🙂

Sarah: In the world of my dreams, yes.

In the world of my dreams I also own that plane and Laura lives next door to me.

– Sarah #2

New race, New Shoes

June 14, 2010

At the suggestion of my parents, I got fitted for running shoes this weekend. My parents are both starting to work out more often, including walking/jogging, and decided to get fitted for shoes themselves a few weeks ago.

I decided, hey, why not? I really know nothing about my feet and how I run. In that respect, I’m probably a horrible athlete. I am brand loyal to New Balance shoes, and I buy each pair based solely on the colors of the shoe. Additionally, I don’t ascribe to the “you need a new pair of shoes every 500 miles” rule because I feel like it’s an expensive rule.

We went to If The Shoe Fits, a store a little off the beaten path. It was small, but not crowded and the staff was really nice.

First, I took off my shoes (I was wearing flip flops) and a specialist evaluated my feet based on the way I stand. Not seeing anything peculiar, she had me walk a few feet out and back. Lucky me, I have no pronation in my feet.

After that she measured them. My right foot is just at a size 7. My other foot is slightly bigger (this is normal). Also, my feet are narrow. I thought that was surprising because usually my feet feel cramped in a lot of shoes width-wise, but maybe that’s just because my feet are claustrophobic.

So then I put on some socks and tried on 3 different potential pairs of shoes for someone with no pronation. The first pair had a high arch which is supposed to be helpful in keeping the foot from ever pronating. However, I found the arch to be unnatural and uncomfortable.

In the end, I got the pair of shoes that felt the roomiest. What can I say, my feet hate to be squeezed in – they need to breathe! They need to be free!

I got Brooks Glycerin 8 in purple.


The description online states":

“Cushioning gets cushier in the Brooks Glycerin 8 running shoe. This sporty women’s shoe delivers a customized ride for runners of all sizes and speeds. With an eco-friendly BioMoGo midsole and Brooks DNA cushioning, the Brooks Glycerin 8 shoe responds to your every step, dispersing impact and providing ideal comfort as the pace changes. The lightweight synthetic and mesh upper maintains breathability; CushPod construction delivers maximum cushioning and flexibility. The abrasion-resistant HPR Plus outsole provides long-lasting durability and traction.”

The shoes are actually a size 8.5 – HUGE! I normally wear a 7 or a 7.5, but apparently I should buy a size bigger than my normal size when purchasing long distance running shoes to prevent a number of injuries and ailments.

Who knew?!

Anyway, we’ll see how these shoes measure up. I’m a little sad to let go of my affection for New Balance shoes, but maybe I’ll discover a new love?

Only time will tell.

All I know is that sports are fun when there are fun shoe fittings involved!

I mean, I am the girl who owns these:


What can I say?  I like to get down and sweaty, but I also like being a girl. I’ll kick your ass and I’ll look good doing it.

What girl doesn’t like shoes?

– Sarah #2

P.S. Happy Anniversary, Sarah #1!

Sarahs. Disconnected.

June 9, 2010

In case you didn’t know, Sarah #1 has to complete an internship in order to be officially done school or become a minister or something. I get lost in the details; ask her.

Anyway, to fulfill this she’s working in a hospital as a chaplain. Good for her, right?

But not good for me. You see, usually we talk to each other off and on all day long. Literally. Unfortunately, her position isn’t conducive to her walking around with a computer or phone at her beck and call which basically means we have to wait to talk to each other at night.

Only sometimes she works at night.

Or one of us goes to bed.

Or we’re busy.

So, basically there’s a void in my life. A big fat hole (though Sarah herself is not fat).

This is what it has come to:

Sarah #1: We’re going to have to go back to email updates. Booooo.

Sarah #2: I know. I was thinking that same thing today! Booooooo. I have so much to share.

Sarah #1: We think alike like whoa.

Sarah #2: We are Sarahs.

That was our mild response. Our less mild response went like this:

Sarah #1: sarahhhhhhhhh! I hate being so disconnected from the world! ie you.

Clearly this isn’t going to end well.

– Sarah #2