<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046597026404717192</id><updated>2011-08-07T08:52:06.976-07:00</updated><category term='I wish I knew'/><title type='text'>Seriously...by sarah</title><subtitle type='html'>When the door of happiness closes, another opens. But often times we look so long at the closed door that we don't see the one which has been opened for us. -Unknown</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431797966742451422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/S3rF6Gc_J8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/VsexmiIu_Nk/S220/Picture+8.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046597026404717192.post-2555059632169527150</id><published>2010-11-09T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T17:55:44.631-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I wish I knew'/><title type='text'>If I Knew Then What I Know Now...SERIOUSLY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-19.3pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It’s that common phrase that we have all used, seriously…it’s in movies, in song lyrics and it’s in probably a lot of everyday conversation that we have or overhear, so…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-19.3pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-19.3pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If I knew then what I know now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;…I would have eaten all my brussel sprouts instead of sitting at the table in utter agony while my mom cleaned the kitchen and turned out all the lights on me staring at my plate of greens.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now I ask for seconds of them at dinner, who knew? Seriously…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-19.3pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-19.3pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If I knew then what I know now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;…I would have said yes when my dad asked if I wanted to take a sip of his once a year Coors Light that he would drink instead of my “eww dad, beer?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-19.3pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-19.3pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If I knew then what I know now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;…I would have stayed home more on Friday &amp;amp; Saturday nights to hang out with my family, whether it was Notre Dame games or 48 hours.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I always thought there was more time to spend with them all.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-19.3pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-19.3pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If I knew then what I know now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;…I would have been excited about long runs at lacrosse practice.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But seriously who knew I’d want to run a half-marathon before I turned 30?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-19.3pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-19.3pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If I knew then what I know now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;…I wouldn’t have wasted time applying anywhere else but Notre Dame.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Go Irish!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-19.3pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-19.3pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If I knew then what I know now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;…I wouldn’t have dated him, not for a day, not for a week, not for a year.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He did make me a stronger person, but wow what a waste of time and damn my roommates were right, again…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-19.3pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-19.3pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If I knew then what I know now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;…speaking of my roommates, I wouldn’t have overreacted to my college roommates simple request about needing my stuff out of the apartment…to this day I love them, but man what a fight.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-19.3pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-19.3pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If I knew then what I know now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;…I would never have agreed to a case race, I swear I was led blindly down that path.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Seriously…no idea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-19.3pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-19.3pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If I knew then what I know now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;…I would have said yes, who knows where I’d be today, but sometimes no is the easier answer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-19.3pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-19.3pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If I knew then what I know now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;…I wouldn’t have had Southern Comfort at Finnigans with the Lafayette crew on my 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; birthday…I would have had Patron.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-19.3pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-19.3pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If I knew then what I know now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;…I would have lived in Chicago a little bit longer and enjoyed the extended college life.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I miss college now, seriously…where did it go and when can I get college back?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-19.3pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-19.3pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-19.3pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If I knew then what I know now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;…I would have stayed at Sam Adams for a little bit longer.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would have maybe lived in San Francisco for longer…god knows some of my closest friends are there and it’s the home of R Bar and Vertigo…enough said.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-19.3pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-19.3pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If I knew then what I know now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;…I would have trusted my real girlfriends more and would have ignored the “user” girls that were afraid my guy friends.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Seriously…almost 30 years for me to know girlfriends can be great?? WOW…weird.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-19.3pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-19.3pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If I knew then what I know now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;…I would have enjoyed NYC instead of being a workaholic.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh and I probably would have hung out at &lt;i&gt;Wine &amp;amp; Roses&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; more often…or at least long enough to see if I could have another iPhone stolen on video by the trench coat man!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-19.3pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-19.3pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If I knew then what I know now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;…I would have called him back and told him that I loved him.&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-19.3pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-19.3pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If I knew then what I know now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;…I would have had the conversation, yes I would have had it, but it’s still easier not to despite what you outsiders all think…seriously it’s NOT FUN!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-19.3pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-19.3pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If I knew then what I know now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;…I would have walked away when my friends told me to.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ok, that’s a lie, If I knew then, what I know now I would have done everything exactly the same, yup exactly even the terrible ending.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-19.3pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-19.3pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If I knew then what I know now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;…I would have quit my job in NYC and moved to Nantucket to start my own business and then I would have launched my business in Aspen.&lt;span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Seriously…can’t think you made a mistake with everything.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-19.3pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-19.3pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If I knew then what I know now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;…I would have listened to my mom, after all, she is always right…seriously. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-19.3pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:-19.3pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Share your “If I knew then, what I know now”…I know you have more than one, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046597026404717192-2555059632169527150?l=seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/2555059632169527150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-i-knew-then-what-i-know-nowseriously.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/2555059632169527150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/2555059632169527150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-i-knew-then-what-i-know-nowseriously.html' title='If I Knew Then What I Know Now...SERIOUSLY.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431797966742451422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/S3rF6Gc_J8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/VsexmiIu_Nk/S220/Picture+8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046597026404717192.post-530587020690171851</id><published>2009-08-14T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T10:01:01.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Mr. Lurie...seriously!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SoWxm1X6KAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/5-2blU8sNS8/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SoWxm1X6KAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/5-2blU8sNS8/s320/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369893411429689346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. Lurie,&lt;br /&gt;Your decision to sign Michael Vick is one that absolutely disgusts me and I hope that the city of Philadelphia lets you hear it at your press conference today.  Micahel Vick is a first rate criminal that does not deserve your offer (how many other criminals get $1.6M after being released from custody for a month??!)...once again an owner like you and the NFL are making exceptions for a proven thug in order to boost your teams talent and potentially your revenue.  Well Mr. Lurie I think the fans of the Eagles will speak clearly and your decision to sign him will backfire, and I hope for nothing but a complete bust for you and your organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my biggest question for you is have you read what this man has done and why he went to prison?  Pit Bulls by nature are not violent animals, (I know plenty that are loving and sweet because their owners don't beat them!) they are trained to be violent.  This man (your QB) trained them to fight- do you know how?? Well let me inform you...he trained them to fight by abusing them...such as starving them for long periods of time so that when they smelled blood and meat their natural instincts to kill for survival would kick in and they would kill for food, that other food was other dogs.  Not only that but if they weren't violent enough he killed them!!  Not only did he kill them, but he allowed them to be tortured to death, such drowning, electricution...am I grossing you out yet?? Clearly not becasue I am sure you knew this before your decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about rape?  This man (your QB) forced his strong, good fighting male dogs to rape his female dogs...did you know that (would you allow this in humans)?? Are you aware that he was so determined to breed good fighters that he built a rape machine on his property that strapped the female dogs in place so that they could not move.  He was so desperate to keep his dogfighting going he had to force reproduction...he is sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that people wonder why people come out so strongly to defend animals, even more so then people that are harmed, but its quite obvious these are innocent animals that rely on humans to provide food, shelter and love because they cannot provide it for themselves.  Those pit bulls (some fortunate enough to have been adopted, others too violent to live another day) trusted this man (your QB) and he repaid them with a horrible exsistence one that he himself now deserves.  He does NOT deserve $1.6M to throw or run a football this year and over $5M next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am disgusted by your decision and I hope for nothing but a complete uproar from the fans of Philadelphia and complete failure for your team...its seriously what you deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously by Sarah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046597026404717192-530587020690171851?l=seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/530587020690171851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/08/dear-mr-lurieseriously.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/530587020690171851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/530587020690171851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/08/dear-mr-lurieseriously.html' title='Dear Mr. Lurie...seriously!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431797966742451422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/S3rF6Gc_J8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/VsexmiIu_Nk/S220/Picture+8.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SoWxm1X6KAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/5-2blU8sNS8/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046597026404717192.post-5827472616341652346</id><published>2009-08-13T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T08:49:26.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink @ sporting events...seriously?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SokNaPfmGbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/2CU7co_X7mU/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SokNaPfmGbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/2CU7co_X7mU/s200/Picture+4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370838775102839218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok...here we go on another rant of my pet peeves...why do apparel companies for sports teams insist on making pink apparel??  I mean if the Yankees team colors were pink and green, then fine I'd understand...but their team colors are blue and white and girls, those are both pretty neutral (meaning girls can wear them without complaining).  I like to get dressed up with the best of them, but save the pink for a cocktail dress or some great shoes...BUT leave sports with the colors that God intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...in addition when did celebrities like Alyssa Milano (sorry Dave) get to create a fashion line for the NFL...seriously??! I mean sports is for both guys and girls but "fashionable" clothes to root for your sports team?!  If Arod played in a pink jersey (which maybe he'd prefer, particularly in October) then fine buy his pink jersey...but as it is he and my boy Jeter wear pinstripes and blue and white so sell that and don't encourage pink in sports...unless of course its for the Red Sox, they'd look pretty in pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stick with your teams real colors...blue and white for yankees and blue and gold for ND....seriously!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046597026404717192-5827472616341652346?l=seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5827472616341652346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/08/pink-shirts-sporting-eventsseriously.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/5827472616341652346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/5827472616341652346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/08/pink-shirts-sporting-eventsseriously.html' title='Pink @ sporting events...seriously?!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431797966742451422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/S3rF6Gc_J8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/VsexmiIu_Nk/S220/Picture+8.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SokNaPfmGbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/2CU7co_X7mU/s72-c/Picture+4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046597026404717192.post-299228130480782887</id><published>2009-08-06T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T08:45:08.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously...I'm from Jersey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/Snr5-bRPadI/AAAAAAAAAMg/fo6Yv4mLawc/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/Snr5-bRPadI/AAAAAAAAAMg/fo6Yv4mLawc/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366876756832643538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...so seriously why is that when people hear you are from NJ one of the following things happen (and no its not the lame "what exit" comment that is sooooo old)...so here are the scenarios...&lt;br /&gt;1. they try to slowly move away from you like you smell like the inside of NYC (not the NJ) A,C or E train&lt;br /&gt;2. they lean in to whisper "me too" but don't let anyone know&lt;br /&gt;3. they knock people over to high five you and say "yo me too...hells yeah Jersey!" OR&lt;br /&gt;4. they say, you don't have an accent...for the record people no one but people from the Bronx say "joisey"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's take a look at what NJ offers...we can take credit for Bruce Springstein (who probably wanted to write a song, "Born in Freehold, NJ (I looked that up, no I did not actually know where Bruce was born off the top of my head), Bon Jovi (NY'ers LOVE him), ummm the former Super Bowl Champions New York Giants that play and practice in NJ and all their players live in NJ (although we'd be glad to offer NYC some of their players), we have the Sopranos that love and live here, the WaWa (there is no convenience store like it), we had Brett Favre for a year as a resident (I mean he is leeeeegendary), we don't have to and we don't know how to pump our own gas, we have the Short Hills Mall (who needs NYC when you have the Short Hills Mall, ummm no sales tax people!), people are moving out of "the city" to live in Hoboken (cause its in NJ!) and OH I almost forgot you don't ever have to hold a cup in New Jersey (refer to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/span&gt;, thank you Marshall Erickson) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;I hate New York! I'm sorry, but it's true! Today, I was walking around PriceCo. Have you been there? It's huge! All the stores in New York are so cramped! Every time I turn around I knock something over. I'm like some huge monster that came out of the oceans to destroy bodegas! ...I'm too big for New York, okay! I'm always trying to fit into cramped little subway seats, or duck under doorways that were built a hundred and fifty years ago. "Hey, people are bigger now! Build bigger doorways! What the hell is wrong with you?" ...And it's so loud. All the time. Yes, I know it's the city that never sleeps, but guess what? I like to sleep! I've been tired for eight years! Tired and scared, with black and blue marks on my elbows from trying to fit into all these tiny elf doorways! New Jersey's great! It's got huge stores, and lawns, and you never have to carry a cup again! For the rest of your life! I'm not afraid to say it: I love New Jersey!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people...let's lay off the dirty jerz comments or the what exit or the "oh you go to the shore" comments...just cause "we'll take anyone" does not mean we are the armpit of America...I don't want to name any names, but maybe we should be looking at Connecticut as the new armpit? I'm just throwing out an option...feel free to disagree :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046597026404717192-299228130480782887?l=seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/299228130480782887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/08/seriouslyim-from-jersey.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/299228130480782887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/299228130480782887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/08/seriouslyim-from-jersey.html' title='Seriously...I&apos;m from Jersey!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431797966742451422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/S3rF6Gc_J8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/VsexmiIu_Nk/S220/Picture+8.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/Snr5-bRPadI/AAAAAAAAAMg/fo6Yv4mLawc/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046597026404717192.post-7046867821203659641</id><published>2009-06-19T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T08:39:46.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cholive Company</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/Sjuv4CXMbDI/AAAAAAAAAL0/bKlddd6IL9g/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/Sjuv4CXMbDI/AAAAAAAAAL0/bKlddd6IL9g/s320/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349062359674285106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 5 months ago a dear friend of mine emailed me about a new company that he had started "The Cholive Company"...the company description is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we are a premiere chocolate company. We are delighted to introduce you to our unique gourmet chocolate truffles, Cholives and Chruffles.&lt;/span&gt;  A to-the point platform...no frills, just chocolate.  So of course I immediately ordered some chocolates (I am slightly addicted to chocolate...seriously) and sent some to my friends...when I say that these were some of the best chocolates I have ever had, I mean these are some of the best chocolates I have EVER had...I always knew my friend would do and be something amazing and the Cholive company is just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I personally keep up to date on the Cholive website to see their success stories pile up...between updating their site with launch party pictures, new drink recipes and ways to use the cholive (outside of the traditional "eat me" usage)...I think that everyone should take the time and check out this &lt;a href="http://www.thecholive.com"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;, and of course order some Cholives (or Chruffles) and come up with some awesome clever ways to use cholives...drinks, desserts, food...seriously, you will be hooked as soon as you try them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dear friend...seriously, congratulations, you are an inspiration to entrepeneurs everywhere and I wish you continued success!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046597026404717192-7046867821203659641?l=seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7046867821203659641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/06/cholive-company.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/7046867821203659641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/7046867821203659641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/06/cholive-company.html' title='The Cholive Company'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431797966742451422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/S3rF6Gc_J8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/VsexmiIu_Nk/S220/Picture+8.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/Sjuv4CXMbDI/AAAAAAAAAL0/bKlddd6IL9g/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046597026404717192.post-4481997300221067339</id><published>2009-04-29T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:43:36.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Created the 3-Day Rule...seriously.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SfiRqVHgwJI/AAAAAAAAALM/dYUynp1Eiuw/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SfiRqVHgwJI/AAAAAAAAALM/dYUynp1Eiuw/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330170315402166418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am back...so apparently guys and girls alike believe that if you meet someone out one night you should wait to call/text them for 3-days other wise you are THAT crazy person, we've all been there...we have all done it, actually some of us continue to break this rule and seriously, you need to stop (I mean WE need to stop...LOL).  I am a person that goes after what they want with little hesitation, but I think I have to agree with Barney that Jesus created the 3-day rule for a reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO it's official...I am putting the 3-day rule to the test...the next phone number I get I will not text/call for 3 FULL DAYS...and see if the results are any different.  I am the biggest culprit, I text the next day cause i have something cute to say, like "texty text" or "reading architecture magazines in my old cheerleading uniform"...serioulsy?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that everyone has their stories about breaking the 3-day rule and I want to get a group together as an experiment...if you are in, let me know...let's prove the 3-day rule one way or another, seriously?!  help me out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046597026404717192-4481997300221067339?l=seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4481997300221067339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/04/jesus-created-3-day-ruleseriously.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/4481997300221067339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/4481997300221067339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/04/jesus-created-3-day-ruleseriously.html' title='Jesus Created the 3-Day Rule...seriously.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431797966742451422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/S3rF6Gc_J8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/VsexmiIu_Nk/S220/Picture+8.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SfiRqVHgwJI/AAAAAAAAALM/dYUynp1Eiuw/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046597026404717192.post-7117906135128879898</id><published>2009-04-21T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T09:37:21.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ex's...seriously?!</title><content type='html'>Ok so last night's How I Met Your Mother was a repeat, but a good one nonetheless...Ted and Stella's wedding date was excelerated due to extremely "unique" circumstances (hilarious) and the questions that made for the premise of the show was...do you invite an ex to your wedding?  Now I know there is THAT ex for everyone...ya know the one that first broke your heart and then second ripped it out and then later on continued to stomp on it, just cause they knew they could...I mean seriously?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well so there in itself is the debate...is there an ex that you would invite to your wedding?  Now I think we need some parameters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The ex cannot simply be a friend that you had a one night drunk fling with and then went back to being friends.&lt;br /&gt;2. The ex must have been someone that you were seriously at one point or another in love with (Like Ted was with Roin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...would you SERIOUSLY invite them to your wedding?  I am actually friends with almost all of my ex's but I can honestly say there is at least one that I could never invite, maybe two...but what would you do if your partner (ie. Stella) said no you can't invite them...also similarly when Emily tells Ross he can't invite Rachel to his wedding...now in all fairness Ross did say "I take thee Rachel..." so maybe Emily had a point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its an interesting discussion....any thoughts...seriously?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046597026404717192-7117906135128879898?l=seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7117906135128879898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/04/exsseriously.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/7117906135128879898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/7117906135128879898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/04/exsseriously.html' title='Ex&apos;s...seriously?!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431797966742451422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/S3rF6Gc_J8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/VsexmiIu_Nk/S220/Picture+8.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046597026404717192.post-1040554027102521126</id><published>2009-04-17T05:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:19:29.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the yankees...seriously</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SeidD9RaWDI/AAAAAAAAALE/vlFlg39zTB0/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 114px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SeidD9RaWDI/AAAAAAAAALE/vlFlg39zTB0/s320/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325679250678372402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*picture is from the NY POST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...the Yankees opened their new stadium yesterday (officially) and they lost (and not by a little)...now I know that Girardi said that one game won't make your season, but come on...we are the New York Yankees and we always win when the game matters (except of course in 2004 when we lost games 4, 5, 6, and yup 7 to the Red Sox...but seriously I try to forget about that year and the day they signed Arod).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everyone who does not know...I am a die hard sports fan, but baseball (the Yankess) is my true passion, its in my blood (as much as the Italian craziness).  So let's start by giving a high five to Jorge Posada for his HR (cause let's face it no one wanted Arod to hit the first HR in the new stadium, well except maybe management and some stupid sports people)...Posada and Jeter, the two classiest guys in baseball, actually even a Red Sox fan that was over here with me yesterday said he couldn't agree more (so there, its not just me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok let me vent (other Yankee fans know that you will agree on 1 or 2 below, I'll settle for one)...now here are my issues:&lt;br /&gt;1. Not living in NYC anymore I don't get the YES network and therefore do not get the Yankee games...all I get day in and day out is the stupid Red Sox games...ARGH, yes I am very bitter...so everyone I need game updates this season.&lt;br /&gt;2. Joel Sherman's article in the post today is about how "muted" the new stadium is and that heckling or cheering cannot be heard...ummm I am sorry, what??!  To know that it sounded dead silent when CC had 2 strikes and 2 out is wrong on so many levels...seriously.  Your fans are your home field advantage, if you can't hear your fans then you have no advantage!!!!!!!! (Hank and Hal, you could learn something from this...seriously).  After 4 years at ND football games and basketball games, I know what a stadium should feel like...even when ND is losing (which is often these days) the stadium rocks with noise...so Yankee stadium with no noise, LAME...I guess I will have to wait and see for myself in October, although if Arod comes back there will probably be no October for us, damn curse...seriously.&lt;br /&gt;3.The last and biggest issue...AROD, AFRAUD, MR SPRING TRAINING, MR APRIL...whatever you call him these days, I cannot stand him...he is the curse of this team, which should probably be spelt teARODm...from his "I'm too good looking and bi-racial" comment to dating Madonna to calling Jeter a "non-threat"...why Mr. Steinberner, why...seriously?!  No one else wanted him a year ago and you picked him up again...WHY?!  So that he could finally confirm that he had been taking tic-tacs for 8 years while breaking all his records, in the words of a good friend...puhllllease.  If Arod is done for the season I can go back to being a happy Yankee fan and only have 2 issues...ahh that would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly for you loyal NY sports fans does anyone know why Joel Sherman (who is my favorite sports writer in NY) has changed his tone when writing for the Yankees?  My theory is that they are screwing him for asking a tough question of Arod at his "press conference" (I prefer to call it drama 101 with no questions...PITIFUL, seriously)...Joel I hope you keep asking Arod the tough questions, we deserve to know...seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as always...GO YANKEES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046597026404717192-1040554027102521126?l=seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1040554027102521126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/04/yankeesseriously.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/1040554027102521126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/1040554027102521126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/04/yankeesseriously.html' title='the yankees...seriously'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431797966742451422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/S3rF6Gc_J8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/VsexmiIu_Nk/S220/Picture+8.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SeidD9RaWDI/AAAAAAAAALE/vlFlg39zTB0/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046597026404717192.post-8862581919882666626</id><published>2009-04-16T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T09:12:07.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my apologies...seriously</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the delay in posts...but I had a slight fight with my internet and then I was at the beach and decided I didn't have time to post...but I am back, or I will be back tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next posts will be about:&lt;br /&gt;Rock of Love finale...cause i love it.&lt;br /&gt;How I Met Your Mother on Monday...cause what would a week be without a post about it, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;the beach...OMG the beach is amazing everyday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHHH and I will have another "Stick with Jeans and a T-shirt" and man did I see some great ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back, seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046597026404717192-8862581919882666626?l=seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8862581919882666626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-apologiesseriously.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/8862581919882666626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/8862581919882666626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-apologiesseriously.html' title='my apologies...seriously'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431797966742451422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/S3rF6Gc_J8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/VsexmiIu_Nk/S220/Picture+8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046597026404717192.post-1387729768385696588</id><published>2009-04-13T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T10:00:45.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i have bought a lot of informercial products this year, but this...seriously!</title><content type='html'>One thing about insomnia is that you watch a lot of really bad late night TV (ok well maybe this only applies to me...but I doubt it)...I didn't sleep from December-February, ok that is an exaggeration I didn't sleep well...maybe 3-4 hours of sleep a night (unless I had been out that night...I always slept well after a night of wine drinking)....ANYWAYS...bad tv, meant really bad commercials, mostly informercial products...the Snuggie (bought it...actually bought the 2 for 1 special), the Strap Perfect (bought it), the thighmaster (bought it), the Bender Ball (tried to buy it, but had some major issues with the automated phone person), Shamwow (really want to buy it!!)....and then when I thought I had seen it all with informercials I came across &lt;a href="http://myonlykidding.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rob's blog&lt;/a&gt; (which is awesome...and a new informercial product the "Go Girl"...seriously?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SeNvbZaEnXI/AAAAAAAAAK8/uXzAh9berXw/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SeNvbZaEnXI/AAAAAAAAAK8/uXzAh9berXw/s320/Picture+5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324221700949450098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is it, you ask??...their product description &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Simply put, GoGirl is the way to stand up to crowded, disgusting, distant or non-existent bathrooms.  it's a device that allows you to urinate while standing up. It’s neat. It’s discreet. It’s hygienic&lt;/span&gt;...wow I thought I had seen it all, but serioulsy?!  I mean there aren't many times that I have thought to myself darn it I wish I could pee standing up...seriously?!  I did think this was a joke at first, but its most certainly not a joke and check out the &lt;a href="http://www.go-girl.com/who-needs-gogirl.asp"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so seriously...if you have any other infomercial stories, I would LOVE to hear them....also a great resource is a site that rates products, &lt;a href="http://www.infomercialratings.com/"&gt;check it out&lt;/a&gt;.  Ps...love the snuggie, strap perfect is ok, thighmaster is awesome...seriously!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046597026404717192-1387729768385696588?l=seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1387729768385696588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-bought-lot-of-informercial.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/1387729768385696588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/1387729768385696588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-bought-lot-of-informercial.html' title='i have bought a lot of informercial products this year, but this...seriously!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431797966742451422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/S3rF6Gc_J8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/VsexmiIu_Nk/S220/Picture+8.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SeNvbZaEnXI/AAAAAAAAAK8/uXzAh9berXw/s72-c/Picture+5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046597026404717192.post-3598579388345391762</id><published>2009-04-11T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T07:57:58.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>online dating...seriously?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SeIBcRpfKeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/a5vsF7SrrOA/s1600-h/How_I_Met_Your_Mother_3x05.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SeIBcRpfKeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/a5vsF7SrrOA/s320/How_I_Met_Your_Mother_3x05.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323819294790724066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to start by saying I am not judging...maybe a little.  Yesterday while at the brewery (yup mid-day at the brewery, didn't get to do that in NYC)...we were talking about starting speed dating on friday nights on the island (hilarious, tons of single men and about 4 single woman on the island)...whatever, so this lead to the conversation about online dating.  Two of the four of us had been "online" before...it took 2 beers and a cocktail for us to admit it...but no one can judge either of us because we did it as an "experiment" (keep telling people that...bottom line we sucked at dating).  Anyways...the topic was people lying on their profile (duh!), I mean are people that unaware of themselves...if you are 5'6" don't say 5'11"...if you are 30 don't put the picture from your 21st birthday up...if you are a total prick don't call yourself awesome...seriously?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...a friend of mine has been doing online dating and is quite successful at it, he gets lots of dates (lots of other stuff too) and a couple of psychos along the way...the one is way off the charts on the crazy/hot scale (yup there is my How I Met Your Mother reference).  In case you don't watch the show...here is Barney's explanation of the crazy/hot scale, which was used to analyze "blah blah" a girl Ted met online (people WATCH THE SHOW and life will just be better)...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A girl is allowed to be crazy as long as she is equally hot. Thus, if she's (see diagram in picture) crazy, she has to be (see diagram in picture) hot. You want the girl to be above this line. Also known as the 'Vickie Mendoza Diagonal'. This girl I dated. She played jump rope with that line. She'd shave her head, then lose 10 pounds. She'd stab me with a fork, then get a boob job."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so back to my friend...recently received a picture from a girl via her cell phone camera and mirror, wearing nothing but a tshirt, why would you send that to someone you have never met, seriously?...ok so things to keep in mind, 1. he has never met her, 2. she told him she was into him before their first date and didn't want him seeing other people (wow a ring before you meet a girl, seriously?), 3. she sent him a picture of her boobs, 4. she called him tacky....ummm seriously?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was another favorite of mine...a 23-year old that after a couple of dates (night and morning) said she couldn't be with him because she wants to be with only one person and its not him...ouch, harsh...but wait isn't online dating about meeting several people, dating several people (maybe a little hoo-ha on the side)...when did someone decide that commitment had to happen instantly...slow it down crazy girl, you are more than jump roping the crazy/hot scale, you just trampolined over it...not pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...so the net, net...online dating, I don't believe the eharmony commercials (and its not only because I worked in advertising)...consider your experiences or your friends experiences and refer to the hot/crazy scale and think do I really want to do this...seriously!??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046597026404717192-3598579388345391762?l=seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/3598579388345391762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/04/online-datingseriously.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/3598579388345391762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/3598579388345391762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/04/online-datingseriously.html' title='online dating...seriously?!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431797966742451422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/S3rF6Gc_J8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/VsexmiIu_Nk/S220/Picture+8.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SeIBcRpfKeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/a5vsF7SrrOA/s72-c/How_I_Met_Your_Mother_3x05.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046597026404717192.post-4463912131579619694</id><published>2009-04-11T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T09:18:25.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stick with Jeans and a T-shirt...seriously</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SeDCMchf7SI/AAAAAAAAAKk/JRJ2auby8jQ/s1600-h/Bayarsla-NoNoNoNoNO584-363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SeDCMchf7SI/AAAAAAAAAKk/JRJ2auby8jQ/s320/Bayarsla-NoNoNoNoNO584-363.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323468278622842146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...sorry for the delay in postings (I know I got distracted with the beach, my new schedule...I can keep going with excuses, but I don't need to cause its my blog and I will do what I want).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a woman in CT last week when I stopped at a gas station who really needed a good tap on the shoulder and a simple "please don't wear leggings...instead stick with jeans and a tshirt."  Unfortunately my picture was too blurry so I found a similar one of the Glamour magazine "don'ts" site (its SUPER comparable, seriously)...I don't honestly know what this woman was thinking but even kate moss shouldn't wear white leggings (some guys may disagree) but I think all girls should avoid them...kinda like white bathing suits (Brookie...you know what I am talking about)...anything that ever can be considered "sheer" whether dry or wet should be avoided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any "Stick with Jeans and a Tshirt" sightings please email them to me...seriously!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046597026404717192-4463912131579619694?l=seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4463912131579619694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/04/stick-with-jeans-and-t-shirtseriously.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/4463912131579619694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/4463912131579619694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/04/stick-with-jeans-and-t-shirtseriously.html' title='Stick with Jeans and a T-shirt...seriously'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431797966742451422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/S3rF6Gc_J8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/VsexmiIu_Nk/S220/Picture+8.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SeDCMchf7SI/AAAAAAAAAKk/JRJ2auby8jQ/s72-c/Bayarsla-NoNoNoNoNO584-363.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046597026404717192.post-4616300762766494425</id><published>2009-04-07T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T12:13:11.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Yellow Subarmine is packed...it's time...seriously.</title><content type='html'>I remember the first thought I had about getting out of NYC and moving to Nantucket, it feels like yesterday I over analyzed the situation (for those of you who don't know me...I am a calculate risk taker- aka risk adverse).  The time has passed so quickly between finding a job, settling housing issues and resigning from my job in NYC (during a freakin recession...maybe I am more of a risk taker than I know!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the yellow submarine (aka the car) is packed with way too many clothes for my new lifestyle, but maybe I can't quite leave all of NYC behind (although I am leaving behind my Christian Louboutin's...I mean blue suede shoes on Nantucket are like whale pants in Tribeca)...Maddy is packed with her food, toys and yet she is wearing her staple "suitcase" look tonight (anyone that has ever had a golden knows the "suitcase" look...the how could you be leaving me behind look)...Maddy has spent 5 years traveling with me (SF, NYC, ACK, x-country, VT) and the "suitcase" look still exists...she is going to dog heaven (not literally)- town, lots of other awesome dogs, beaches...did I mention the beach...seriously what a life for a dog!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the journey begin...seriously, it's time.  I'll be blogging from the beach...serioulsy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046597026404717192-4616300762766494425?l=seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4616300762766494425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/04/yellow-subarmine-is-packedits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/4616300762766494425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/4616300762766494425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/04/yellow-subarmine-is-packedits.html' title='The Yellow Subarmine is packed...it&apos;s time...seriously.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431797966742451422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/S3rF6Gc_J8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/VsexmiIu_Nk/S220/Picture+8.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046597026404717192.post-3614429794345321668</id><published>2009-04-07T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T09:58:44.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reality trash TV...seriously?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SduGP8JfD_I/AAAAAAAAAKc/5a8hQ51Z7mQ/s1600-h/rockoflovebus_promo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SduGP8JfD_I/AAAAAAAAAKc/5a8hQ51Z7mQ/s320/rockoflovebus_promo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321994993070444530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all suckers for trashy reality tv...don't lie you all know you watch it!  And if you don't watch it then you totally check up on what happened...seriously, might as well just watch it, it can be freakin entertaining!!  My secret reality trash obsession...its bad...Rock of Love.  It started with season one...my friends (you know who you are, don't deny it) and I used to keep track of how many times brett michaels said "awesome"...I think we maxed out at 12 in one episode...he "hearts" that word....and if it wasn't "awesome", he replaced that with "i'm totally turned on"...seriously brett?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after two seasons of trash and no love for brett (although Heather was close)...we moved from a mansion of drunk, stripper groupies to a tour bus of drunk, in-denial stripper groupies....not as fun, but HOLY TRASH...I didn't think Rock of Love could get trashier...ok so I just read up on last week's episode and Brett is down to 2 girls...both annoying as hell, both strippers...although ms. penthouse calls herself a dancer, ummmmm??! By definition I believe a stripper is a dancer that takes her clothes off...ummm honey, you are a STRIPPER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am honestly not sure where I was going with this thought other than...where do they find these people??!  Between these girls and the girls on some new VH1 show "Tough Love" and then the show where girls make out with Flav...seriously??! Ladies...I know guys in the "real world" use lame ass pick up lines (refer to my March blog entry) but a tour bus? brett and his bandana? competing against strippers? making out with a guy that wears a clock around his neck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ladies..puhleasse...seriously, where is the trashy reality tv show with hot frat boys or something...seriously?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's blog will be from the road...let my journey begin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046597026404717192-3614429794345321668?l=seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/3614429794345321668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/04/reality-trash-tvseriously.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/3614429794345321668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/3614429794345321668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/04/reality-trash-tvseriously.html' title='reality trash TV...seriously?!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431797966742451422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/S3rF6Gc_J8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/VsexmiIu_Nk/S220/Picture+8.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SduGP8JfD_I/AAAAAAAAAKc/5a8hQ51Z7mQ/s72-c/rockoflovebus_promo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046597026404717192.post-8800268902963367457</id><published>2009-04-05T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T05:31:38.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"How I Met Your Mother" has entered our day to day conversations...seriously?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SdlffGYYOHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/7tqe3P7up1I/s1600-h/photo_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SdlffGYYOHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/7tqe3P7up1I/s320/photo_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321389422608398450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a "legendary" night out on Saturday (yes I am being liberal with the word), but it was a fun night.  Dinner was amazing...I highly recommend Lima's Taste (Christopher &amp;amp; Bedford) and their pisco sours (sounds kinda gross, so don't ask what is in it)...yum and wow you start to get the spins so drink slowly.  The funniest part of the night though was when we got to the bar and I overheard two different groups of people making references to H&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ow I Met Your Mother&lt;/span&gt;.  I mean the show is now officially part of our culture (finally made it to Seinfeld, Friends status!)...the Barney's bracket challenge story of the night is best....this guy who was pretty cute (and did look like a womanizer) was getting texts from some random girl...he kept saying to his friends..."who is Molly??" to which his friends responded...what's the area code? when was the last time you hooked up and rolled over and said who are you? do you think she is that blond from Dorians?...lord boys, your girlfriend in the group is right...time to start your bracket challenge..."suit up"...seriously?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other reference was so simple, but great...when the girl looked at her friends and simply said...MacLaren's, lets go to MacLaren's and they all said oh MacLarens....ugh wouldn't that be great....seriously?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046597026404717192-8800268902963367457?l=seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8800268902963367457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/04/monday-without-how-i-met-your.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/8800268902963367457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/8800268902963367457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/04/monday-without-how-i-met-your.html' title='&quot;How I Met Your Mother&quot; has entered our day to day conversations...seriously?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431797966742451422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/S3rF6Gc_J8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/VsexmiIu_Nk/S220/Picture+8.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SdlffGYYOHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/7tqe3P7up1I/s72-c/photo_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046597026404717192.post-8625784088198261981</id><published>2009-04-05T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T17:57:17.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's finally spring in NYC...seriously</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SdlTNPhGEuI/AAAAAAAAAKM/yGgLD1b0Oqw/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SdlTNPhGEuI/AAAAAAAAAKM/yGgLD1b0Oqw/s320/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321375921683698402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All signs today pointed to Spring in NYC...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Line wrapped around the outside of Shake Shack (all the way down 77th St), people love them some burgers and shakes.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mass group waiting outside Isabella's and Ocean Grill for brunch (wait time was over an hour).&lt;br /&gt;3. PACKED, I mean no empty seats at outside seatings at all restaurants (and bars, obvi) on Amsterdam.&lt;br /&gt;4. and flip flops...I wear mine year round (they are so comfortable, and so what if you lose a toe in the snow...I mean seriously who needs 10 toes...would I get a discount on my pedicure if I had less toes??)...anyways, everyone was in open toed shoes...hello SPRING.&lt;br /&gt;5. Baby carriages in herds at Central Park (kind of annoying and hard to run around, BUT NYC kids need them sun in Central Park).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line...when spring hits NYC people go and eat!  Happy Spring...seriously!!!! (oh and I hope no one minds rain tomorrow)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046597026404717192-8625784088198261981?l=seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8625784088198261981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-finally-spring-in-nycseriously.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/8625784088198261981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/8625784088198261981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-finally-spring-in-nycseriously.html' title='It&apos;s finally spring in NYC...seriously'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431797966742451422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/S3rF6Gc_J8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/VsexmiIu_Nk/S220/Picture+8.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SdlTNPhGEuI/AAAAAAAAAKM/yGgLD1b0Oqw/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046597026404717192.post-5291095419131296289</id><published>2009-04-03T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T08:39:26.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop the Anger in NYC...seriously.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SdYtofcsIBI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9nbNvJ4JS4k/s1600-h/new+york+subway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SdYtofcsIBI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9nbNvJ4JS4k/s200/new+york+subway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320490183444668434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is there so much anger amongst people (and apparently birds that fly into plane engines) in NYC...seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my own theories about this, but I think some of the NY'er anger comes from etiquette issues (not only @ the gym, but don't get me started on that again...please people don't sweat all over the machine and then not clean it...seriously!)  So today (on Jason's 30tht birthday...yes you old man) I am dedicating my blog to making NYC a less angry place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be less angry on the subway if...&lt;br /&gt;1. People didn't eat soup next to me on the subway. (I think its disgusting that you eat on the subway to begin with, but hot soup, really...can you really not wait til you get home?)&lt;br /&gt;2. People said excuse me when trying to get off  at their stop.  (You don't need to push and yell)&lt;br /&gt;3. Girls didn't talk about their sex life at volume level MAX at 8:30AM on the subway or the bus or the street corner.  (I don't care what you did with who and I don't want details about well, anything)&lt;br /&gt;4. Couples didn't suck on each others ears when the subway is packed like sardines.  (this happens more often than not and I am not against PDA but I am against ear sucking...c'mon...grab her ass or whatever, but not ear sucking!)&lt;br /&gt;5. Men didn't knock over people to get the next available seat from a woman.  (manners boys!)&lt;br /&gt;6. Gov. Patterson didn't raise my monthly unlimited metrocard pass...seriously gov, WTF? It's not like the seats or the smells are that great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now separate from the subway...I would be less angry in NYC if...&lt;br /&gt;1. People could figure out how to avoid poking people's eyes out with their umbrella when walking on the sidewalk.  Listen...we all know it rains in NYC, its a fact that we have to deal with but in order to prevent injury lift your umbrella up or move it down to avoid making eye contact with other pedestrians (LIKE ME!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so...what would make you less angry...seriously?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046597026404717192-5291095419131296289?l=seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5291095419131296289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/04/stop-anger-in-nycseriously.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/5291095419131296289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/5291095419131296289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/04/stop-anger-in-nycseriously.html' title='Stop the Anger in NYC...seriously.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431797966742451422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/S3rF6Gc_J8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/VsexmiIu_Nk/S220/Picture+8.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SdYtofcsIBI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9nbNvJ4JS4k/s72-c/new+york+subway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046597026404717192.post-1057194246184680054</id><published>2009-04-03T06:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T07:34:36.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone...seriously.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SdYdvhmTRjI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/806npw588IY/s1600-h/2563_595169009427_5617980_37015657_6526518_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SdYdvhmTRjI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/806npw588IY/s200/2563_595169009427_5617980_37015657_6526518_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320472712094893618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was going to write today about subway etiquette or people in NYC that can't walk with an umbrella (yes there is etiquette for umbrella carrying too) or I had a new image for what I am going to make a weekly entry "Stick with Jeans and a Tshirt", but I think its only appropriate that I use this as a goodbye to Munn Rabot and NYC.  I don't really believe in goodbye...I believe that you always keep in touch (well if you want to obviously) and that the real phrase should be "see you later" because in my situation, I know I will see everyone again. (hopefully at my restaurant opening in a few years)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to look for inspiration in some quotes from "How I Met Your Mother" and of course I found some, but as I was writing a very good friend (shout out RT) sent me the song "Gone" by Pearl Jam and the quote that resonated for me was "I will be what I could be once I get out of this town"...NYC has always been my home, I love it here...I know I can make it here (which means I can make it anywhere, right Frank?) but I don't want a lot of things that come along with making it here...I don't think there is anything wrong with that, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SdYao1954gI/AAAAAAAAAJk/qR33tlnGu_E/s1600-h/DSC00233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SdYao1954gI/AAAAAAAAAJk/qR33tlnGu_E/s200/DSC00233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320469298768634370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So to Munn Rabot....I say thank you for the opportunities, the friendships, the inspiration...this was a great experience and one that I will always value.  Between the chaos of the pit, the heffa comments (and pa dunk a dunk), the non-stop questions about how to write a blog (PR you are on your own...I am unavailable during beach time), the passionate arguments about what is right and not right for the brand (actually I won't miss those...well not all of them), the drama of our clients (well, let me see how many words in your presentation don't make sense to me, what's a 3rd party vendor mean?), and of course karoke I will miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To NYC...I have lots of friends here that I love dearly, but this is not goodbye I will see a lot of you this summer (of course who wouldn't want to visit me in Nantucket)...from the nights of wine at my apt (or the overpriced wine bars), beer pong competitions (I need to work on my game again), roof deck parties, bbq's, mornings at the park, Sala 19 (holla!)...I will miss it all, but this is a move that I have to make and I appreciate all of your support as I do it...seriously.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SdYeASIHJsI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/M-M9q5tcHCM/s1600-h/n1304348_32151055_9136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SdYeASIHJsI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/M-M9q5tcHCM/s200/n1304348_32151055_9136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320472999999514306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My final words by Pearl Jam..."For the lights of this city, they only look good when I'm speeding.  I wanna leave em all behind me cause this time I'm gone"...seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(subway and umbrella etiquette to be posted shortly)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046597026404717192-1057194246184680054?l=seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1057194246184680054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/04/goneseriously.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/1057194246184680054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/1057194246184680054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/04/goneseriously.html' title='Gone...seriously.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431797966742451422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/S3rF6Gc_J8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/VsexmiIu_Nk/S220/Picture+8.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SdYdvhmTRjI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/806npw588IY/s72-c/2563_595169009427_5617980_37015657_6526518_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046597026404717192.post-5548841411555405060</id><published>2009-04-01T20:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T08:49:33.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom Colicchio is the best...seriously!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SdQvZBiLIqI/AAAAAAAAAJY/mO3zfcY718I/s1600-h/IMG_0003.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SdQvZBiLIqI/AAAAAAAAAJY/mO3zfcY718I/s320/IMG_0003.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319929166786405026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah what a day at William Sonoma (WS) yesterday...I "heart" &lt;em&gt;tom colicchio&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So despite the rain outside and Tom's recently operated on knee, he made it to the WS at Columbus circle last night for his book signing.  He was such an amazingly nice guy, very chatty...despite having a huge ice pack strapped to his knee by a prep cook from WS.  He chatted a little with everyone...he allowed all cell-phones and cameras to snap away at him (despite the witchy woman from WS telling everyone in the line he doens't want pictures...ummm I don't think Tom really cares Ms. WS...so back off!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...this is the first book signing I have ever been to in NYC (I know gasp...since they happen all the time), I guess I never really liked anyone enough to go?  It's one of the more awkward things though...its an organized shuffle of people...there were 4 (yes 4) checkpoints of WS people making sure that your post-it note with what you wanted Tom to sign (which was only a personilaztion of a name) were in the right spot in the book, and IF and when you got by those people a WS employee grabbed your books (most people had 3-4 signed) and organized them in such a way that all Tom would have to do was lower his pen and touch the page....seriously?!  Then like a manufacturing line we all moved one stop to the right, didn't make eye contact with anyone and said thank you sir for signing my book...again, I mean seriously?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest part about it, Tom was so casual and laid back...he didn't care if the books came in an organized stack or a disaray (mine of course had no organization to them by the time I got in front of Tom).  I apologized for the disaster that I was and he laughed and said I like chaos, its a good thing.  ( I swear in my head that he smiled and winked at me, LOL probably not though, maybe he even asked me out...oh nope dreaming again!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah anyways...so WS don't be so uptight with such cool people at your store...just let him do his thing, oh and if someone asks him to sign one of his older books, let him sign it, don't make them buy the new book for him to sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I "heart" Tom Collichio, he was cooler in person than I could have imagined (and I thought he was pretty freaking cool and kinda of a stud before)...seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046597026404717192-5548841411555405060?l=seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5548841411555405060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/04/tom-collichio-is-bestseriously.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/5548841411555405060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/5548841411555405060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/04/tom-collichio-is-bestseriously.html' title='Tom Colicchio is the best...seriously!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431797966742451422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/S3rF6Gc_J8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/VsexmiIu_Nk/S220/Picture+8.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SdQvZBiLIqI/AAAAAAAAAJY/mO3zfcY718I/s72-c/IMG_0003.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046597026404717192.post-7939850809585147499</id><published>2009-04-01T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T06:30:59.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Treadmill (and overall gym) etiquette...seriously, we need to discuss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SdNsUfHEmoI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/S_C4OxlL8OY/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SdNsUfHEmoI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/S_C4OxlL8OY/s320/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319714684059032194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two days in a row now I have had "issues" with people at the gym...yes, I understand that maybe it's me and not them (but in all likelihood, its them!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the first to admit that I get very competitive running on the treadmill, when someone gets on next to me and starts running faster than me, I speed up (duh, who wouldn't)...this has caused me to fall off the back of the treadmill only twice (my legs apparently don't work as fast as a 6'2" guy or a long legged 5'11" girl, oh well I kept up with them both for a little while).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways so yesterday the guy next to me kept looking at my elapsed time on my treadmill, he would walk and then look at my time, then run again...then walk again, then look at mine and run again...and then yes he asked me, "how long are you going to run for?"...ummmm do you not see the headphones on!! Those headphones mean I don't want to talk to you...seriously!?  I pretended not to hear him and stayed focused on running (I did almost trip trying to focus too hard)...then he did the unthinkable, he tapped me on the shoulder...I again ignored and then finally just turned around quickly and asked "how long are you walking for?"...he got off the treadmill and left.  I mean c'mon seriously?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now this morning, different gym location (overall same issue)...the girl next to me on the treadmill was doing sprints (but not the kind that give you a workout)...she was going from walk to sprint for 10 seconds and repeated this about 5x then walked next to me singing out loud, with her headphones on...the girl was no Britney Spears and that is saying something, cause Britney ain't that good.  But seriously?! It's 6AM and I don't want to hear you sing...so next time think about the 30 other people next to you before you a) short circuit your treadmill from the jerky thing you call running and b) before you decide to be a contestant on American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's review etiquette at the gym...cause I know I am not the only person who has these thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;1. Do not bother people who are wearing headphones.  (they don't want to talk to you if you have headphones on...leave them alone)&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't set up your mat right next to someone else doing sit-ups or stretching. (people don't like being close to one another when they are sweaty and smelly...or at least I don't)&lt;br /&gt;3. Ask before you assume that someone is no longer using a machine or a mat, or the freakin water fountain for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't leave sweat on the machines. (GROSS!)&lt;br /&gt;5. Don't wear jeans to workout. (pet peeve of mine, and you all know I love jeans and a t-shirt, but not at the gym!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. NO CELL PHONES.  not in the locker room, not on the treadmill...I mean, seriously!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046597026404717192-7939850809585147499?l=seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7939850809585147499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/04/treadmill-and-overall-gym.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/7939850809585147499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/7939850809585147499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/04/treadmill-and-overall-gym.html' title='Treadmill (and overall gym) etiquette...seriously, we need to discuss'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431797966742451422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/S3rF6Gc_J8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/VsexmiIu_Nk/S220/Picture+8.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SdNsUfHEmoI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/S_C4OxlL8OY/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046597026404717192.post-5978518862025044391</id><published>2009-03-31T06:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T06:48:37.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Getting Too Old For This Stuff....seriously?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SdIfMAXFWAI/AAAAAAAAAJI/WqK7s2hH3Qs/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SdIfMAXFWAI/AAAAAAAAAJI/WqK7s2hH3Qs/s320/Picture+4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319348400993687554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so no this is not a "How I Met Your Mother" blog or an update on the show...this is more that the show inspired this blog entry...although I of course do love that show.  Quick background on the inspiration the show was based upon the Murtaugh list (Roger Murtagh from Lethal Weapon)...this list was created by Ted (of course) of things that he was too old to do once he hit 30...the list included beer bongs, all-nights, raves, etc.  Anyways so I thought a lot about this phrase "I'm too old for this [stuff]" (stuff was of course initially a curse word...it was Lethal Weapon after all)...and here is my blog entry about  "I am too old for this stuff" (please leave any comments, additional I'm too old for this stuff...my major issue is that I don't think I am too old for a lot of stuff (yes, its called Peter Pan syndrome, I know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too old to...roll out of bed and continue to binge drinking from the night before (expect at ND football games)&lt;br /&gt;I'm too old for...driving my car with the music blaring so that everyone walking can hear what Bon Jovi song I am listening to.  (shout out to the jerz)&lt;br /&gt;I'm too old to....shop at Abercrombie.  (i like their jeans and tanks, but the store is just too loud)&lt;br /&gt;I'm too old to...sleep on peoples couches when I travel.  (although I will be doing some couch surfing this summer...but i have to)&lt;br /&gt;I'm too old for...keg and case races. (this is not asking for a challenge, I couldn't do them when I was 21 so now is not any different.)&lt;br /&gt;I'm too old to...be scared of my mom. (ummm yeah I don't think I will ever be too old for that)&lt;br /&gt;I'm too old to...wear a boa as an accessory to any party. (yeah right, i heart the boa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too old to...quit my job and move to Nantucket for the summer and then move again to ski for the winter...UMMM  I AM NOT TOO OLD FOR THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line (same as Ted's realization)...are we ever really too old, seriously?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046597026404717192-5978518862025044391?l=seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5978518862025044391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-getting-too-old-for-this.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/5978518862025044391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/5978518862025044391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-getting-too-old-for-this.html' title='I&apos;m Getting Too Old For This Stuff....seriously?!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431797966742451422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/S3rF6Gc_J8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/VsexmiIu_Nk/S220/Picture+8.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SdIfMAXFWAI/AAAAAAAAAJI/WqK7s2hH3Qs/s72-c/Picture+4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046597026404717192.post-3672979628691179205</id><published>2009-03-30T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:29:29.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it was work...seriously!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SdDi2yJ1UgI/AAAAAAAAAJA/pgTuJEHgZEw/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SdDi2yJ1UgI/AAAAAAAAAJA/pgTuJEHgZEw/s200/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319000590728385026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I deserve my own TV show...I am the master of secret shopping (aka consumer research). This weekend as a means of research I spent the day shopping for china &amp;amp; other home goods. One would think ok no big deal, walk around the stores and browse...yeah, whatever that is hardly an effective means to getting information. In order to learn about china, flatware, glassware, etc you have to take on a role of "bride to be" (BTB).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I started my experience at Macy's...the sales people were helpful (sort of) to me the BTB and showed me several different collections, but had no real knowledge about the brands, blah, blah...but that wasn't the fun part. The fun part was when they started asking questions such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * When's the big day? (ummm maybe in 5 years or after I have a bf?)&lt;br /&gt; * Where's your ring? (crap I forgot a fake ring!!!, umm its being resized, he forgot to get my ring size)&lt;br /&gt; * How did he propose? (you know the standard, champagne, one knee, roses, tears- yeah right)&lt;br /&gt; * Where is he? (he travels....a lot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I must say at registry #1...I was a little shaken up about the questions and found myself wavering way too much.  But I drank some Gatorade, gave myself a pep talk and moved on.  It's all about endurance when it comes to secret shopping/ consumer research.  By registry #2 and #3 I had a flawless story and started realizing way this may be even too believable for me...I almost had myself convinced that I was getting married and that my ring was in the "shop". Seriously?! Get yourself together I had to keep saying…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sales people were offering me champagne (I would have preferred a martini), showing me new collections, asking if I wanted to see something more expensive (ummmm yes please!!!!).  They told me about bone china, different types of crystal, etc.  I saw purples with brown and greens with hot pink...OMG how do BTB's process all this information!!  I was offered 20% off at Bloomies (I didn't take it, I thought that would be unethical, yes everything else I did was completely legit and honest- sort of).  Oh and I got to play with the registry gun...that was fun!  A BTB that was there in fact shopping for her registry let me tag some stuff so that I felt "involved"...weird thing about that BTB was that she had a ring, a fiancé, a date and a registry...I mean seriously?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after 4 grueling hours the game ended and it was a clear victory for me...I did what anyone would do to celebrate; I went to Saks and shopped.  Oh and then gathered my thoughts....it was work, seriously!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046597026404717192-3672979628691179205?l=seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/3672979628691179205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-was-workseriously.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/3672979628691179205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/3672979628691179205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-was-workseriously.html' title='it was work...seriously!!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431797966742451422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/S3rF6Gc_J8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/VsexmiIu_Nk/S220/Picture+8.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SdDi2yJ1UgI/AAAAAAAAAJA/pgTuJEHgZEw/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046597026404717192.post-5418426977201987445</id><published>2009-03-29T06:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T07:20:54.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>John Corzine...seriously, is he famous?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/Sc9_IgcwP1I/AAAAAAAAAIw/ynkcheT9BJY/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/Sc9_IgcwP1I/AAAAAAAAAIw/ynkcheT9BJY/s200/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318609469074063186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So my best friend and I went out to the Waverly Inn last night for my birthday/leaving NYC dinner...the Waverly is very NY (average food, expensive prices and the chance of seeing someone famous).  Yes I just defined NY as including all 3 of those...going to argue with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so the food was actually better than I thought...not great but good.  The wine was good (but I can usually drink anything after a martini) but the wine list was INSANELY expensive...$400 for a bottle of Chianti classico...FYI Waverly that bottle costs $8.99 at a liquor store (well a liquor store in NJ where John Corzine should have been out helping his own state's economy, more on that later)....so despite being sat in the back corner by the back door (we were apparently the riff raff and for the record everyone...I was not in my flip flops) we had a blast.  The table next to us had 2 couples (1 from NJ and 1 from long island) they were hilarious and arguing about a bar mitzvah...how very NY of them.  We saw a "famous" person (Gov. John Corzine) as he was snuck out the back door next to the riff raff (us), Govenor you aren't that famous (especially in NY) that you need to be snuck out the back door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, does anyone really consider John Corzine famous?  Where was Jason Segal last night!?  Why wasn't he at Waverly...nope my one night out of being a true NY'er (for one of the last times) and I saw John Corzine...seriously?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046597026404717192-5418426977201987445?l=seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5418426977201987445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/03/john-corzineseriously-is-he-famous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/5418426977201987445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/5418426977201987445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/03/john-corzineseriously-is-he-famous.html' title='John Corzine...seriously, is he famous?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431797966742451422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/S3rF6Gc_J8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/VsexmiIu_Nk/S220/Picture+8.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/Sc9_IgcwP1I/AAAAAAAAAIw/ynkcheT9BJY/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046597026404717192.post-80777057194835406</id><published>2009-03-27T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T13:09:54.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Again, Ladies...puhleassse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/Sc0iEP-NylI/AAAAAAAAAIo/rpwdR8Df7iY/s1600-h/book+jacket+graphic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 332px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/Sc0iEP-NylI/AAAAAAAAAIo/rpwdR8Df7iY/s320/book+jacket+graphic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317944191396727378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seriously...this is somewhat embarrassing to me (but maybe I should take it as a compliment) so about a year ago I was approached at Bergdorf's about being a part of this "dating organization" for millionaire bachelors in NYC.  Yes, like the show "Millionaire Matchmaker"...clearly upon meeting me they didn't realize that I was 100% the wrong person for this service...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only took one meeting at their office later to realize that:&lt;br /&gt;1. I was too opinionated (men with lots of $$ apparently want a passive woman)...whatever I don't believe that&lt;br /&gt;2. I liked my jeans, tshirts &amp;amp; hoodies too much. (listen I love my christian loubitan's as much as the next gal, but sometimes I want to wear flip flops...geeeeez)&lt;br /&gt;3. I was unwilling to drop everything and jump on a private jet for a...wait for it...a FIRST DATE (what girl gets on a private jet for a first date with a guy she has NEVER met!!!!! Ladies, puhleassse)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I just saw this book cover and thought I had to share it with everyone, I mean it would be selfish of me to not share....do we really need a book ladies to tell us why he didn't call you back???  I mean just stop and think about it...you know why he didn't call, we all know why he didn't call...so next time just get on the freakin private jet and GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously??!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046597026404717192-80777057194835406?l=seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/80777057194835406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-it-possible-to-be-more-direct.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/80777057194835406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/80777057194835406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-it-possible-to-be-more-direct.html' title='Again, Ladies...puhleassse'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431797966742451422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/S3rF6Gc_J8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/VsexmiIu_Nk/S220/Picture+8.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/Sc0iEP-NylI/AAAAAAAAAIo/rpwdR8Df7iY/s72-c/book+jacket+graphic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046597026404717192.post-8445854123749721920</id><published>2009-03-27T06:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T07:25:00.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love Affair with Jason Segal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SczdxvWad2I/AAAAAAAAAIY/CggonYO7k2s/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SczdxvWad2I/AAAAAAAAAIY/CggonYO7k2s/s400/Picture+5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317869106611517282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night I went to see "I Love You Man"and all I have to say is hilarious.  Now I know I may be a little biased since its not secret that I "heart" Jason Segal.  He has to be hands down one of the funniest people out there...now, I know, I know people write his lines for him but I truly believe only he can deliver them in this way....so today (on brother Glenn's bday- see picture of American Flag speedo below) I am dedicating my blog to the funny quotes by Jason Segal....(sorry if any quotes upset, offend or spoil the movie for you...well, not really)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidney (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Love You Man&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Pistol is a pleasure giver...Zoe I am here tonight to tell you to give it back."...please see this movie, this is hands down one of the funniest scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marshall (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/span&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, maybe New Jersey's not so bad. Stella has a lawn! You could get a riding lawnmower. They sell them over there. I saw one with a cup holder! I saw a recliner with a built-in cup holder! I even saw a hammock with a cup holder! You live in New Jersey, you'll never have to hold a cup again!"...shout out to the dirty jerz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing good ever happens after 2 a.m."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why ask a failed romance to come watch your successful one. You know, that's like inviting the Seattle Mariners to a World Series game. It's just weird for everyone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, no, Ted, it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. It would be the fourth worst thing. Number one, supervolcano. Number two, an asteroid hits the earth. Number three, all footage of Evil Knievel is lost. Number four, Ted calls Karen. Number five, Lily gets eaten by a shark."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Forgetting Sarah Marshall&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like this, I used to leave the tops of my cereal boxes open, and my cereal would get stale. Then one day I came home and she had this waiting for me, because it keeps my cereal fresh, and now I have the freshest cereal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so as it goes...I have a love affair with Jason Segal, but honestly who wouldn't??!  Go see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Love You Man&lt;/span&gt; you will laugh the entire time...and Paul Rudd is awesome too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SczhSBPbEgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/LukQHRWwPhg/s1600-h/n55600540_30620654_6248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SczhSBPbEgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/LukQHRWwPhg/s200/n55600540_30620654_6248.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317872959704732162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046597026404717192-8445854123749721920?l=seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8445854123749721920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-love-affair-with-jason-segal.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/8445854123749721920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/8445854123749721920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-love-affair-with-jason-segal.html' title='My Love Affair with Jason Segal'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431797966742451422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/S3rF6Gc_J8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/VsexmiIu_Nk/S220/Picture+8.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/SczdxvWad2I/AAAAAAAAAIY/CggonYO7k2s/s72-c/Picture+5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046597026404717192.post-553833417730066603</id><published>2009-03-26T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T11:46:14.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick Up Lines...seriously?!</title><content type='html'>Ok...so yesterday I was informed by a friend that Apple has an application that delivers pick up lines to you via your iPhone, iTouch, iPod or whatever other crazy invention Apple thinks of next.  UMMM guys...they don't work.  Similarly it doesn't work when you honk a horn at girl crossing the street, yell at a girl from your window, whistle at her from the sidewalk...girls, I know you have experienced something similar (do share).  So this blog today is dedicated to the best and the worst of pick up lines, and in this case those may be synonymous. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/ScubSBnUADI/AAAAAAAAAIA/BVcahNM5tBQ/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/ScubSBnUADI/AAAAAAAAAIA/BVcahNM5tBQ/s200/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317514519014277170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll start it off with my favorites from the iPhone App:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you have a rasin? (initially I thought this was a gross metaphor) No? Then how about a date?&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm not drunk.  I am just intoxicated by you. (UMM seriously....)&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you have a sunburn, or are you always this hot?&lt;br /&gt;4. I know I'm not a grocery item, but I can tell you are checking me out. (there is no way that worked)&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you a parking ticket? Cause you've got fine written all over you.&lt;br /&gt;6. Is that a keg in your back pocket? Cause I'd love to tap that ass.&lt;br /&gt;7. If you were a booger, I'd pick you first.&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you have a band-aid? Cause I scraped my knee falling for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ones that my friends have used: (and both worked)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I play hockey, want to F&amp;amp;$#.&lt;br /&gt;2. I know more about your body than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/ScubYqJDEOI/AAAAAAAAAII/Yag3-7FR9-o/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/ScubYqJDEOI/AAAAAAAAAII/Yag3-7FR9-o/s200/Picture+4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317514632972407010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curteousy of Barney Stinson: (I love "How I Met Your Mother)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Time Travel: The premise is simpl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;e&lt;/strong&gt;: by tricking someone into believing that you are the future version of yourself, you can fool them into believing that the fate of the world lies in their hands. This, then, allows you to inform them that they should hook up with your younger self should they ever meet them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean guys...seriously?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046597026404717192-553833417730066603?l=seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/553833417730066603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/03/pick-up-line-generator-by-apple.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/553833417730066603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/553833417730066603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/03/pick-up-line-generator-by-apple.html' title='Pick Up Lines...seriously?!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431797966742451422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/S3rF6Gc_J8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/VsexmiIu_Nk/S220/Picture+8.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/ScubSBnUADI/AAAAAAAAAIA/BVcahNM5tBQ/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046597026404717192.post-6878168749872562252</id><published>2009-03-25T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T13:26:27.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STOP YELLING...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/ScqTVj45ARI/AAAAAAAAAH4/G6owy-Iu2KU/s1600-h/nantucket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/ScqTVj45ARI/AAAAAAAAAH4/G6owy-Iu2KU/s400/nantucket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317224308684685586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day in and day out I deal with criticism of my decision to leave NYC (the center of the universe, according to NY'ers) to pursue "other" interests....please note just because "other" is in parenthesis does not mean pole dancing or joing the Rock of Love tour bus...I put "other" in parenthesis because "other" means things outside of the traditional business world.  For those of you who don't know me, I am an entrepreneur at heart, I have always been one.  So now that I am 28-years old where is my business that I wanted to start, better yet where is my business plan?! Well it doesn't exist...not because I don't care, not because my entrepeneurial spirit has evaporated but because I am chained to a desk day in and day out with piles of work to do.  So, I am leaving with a plan (this is very calculated), it just happens that my journey starts with me living in two places that are rather amazing, fun and well I can't say it better than awesome.  So know that I believe in what I am doing, I am doing this for me, I am rejuvenating my spirit for work, for life...I know that I will learn a lot in the next year, I will meet a lot of people, reconnect with others and most importantly I will have some time to think about me and my business. Oh and Maddy will get to hang out on the beach and flirt with ski bums in the winter...and that ain't bad for either of us :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/ScqR0by9f-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/T7jy7s2ZWgc/s1600-h/aspen_limo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/ScqR0by9f-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/T7jy7s2ZWgc/s320/aspen_limo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317222640065019874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046597026404717192-6878168749872562252?l=seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6878168749872562252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/03/stop-yelling.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/6878168749872562252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/6878168749872562252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/03/stop-yelling.html' title='STOP YELLING...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431797966742451422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/S3rF6Gc_J8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/VsexmiIu_Nk/S220/Picture+8.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/ScqTVj45ARI/AAAAAAAAAH4/G6owy-Iu2KU/s72-c/nantucket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046597026404717192.post-61262255389563976</id><published>2009-03-25T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T10:51:00.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Only A Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/ScpQPmYvSwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/q3jGvD_Tm2Y/s1600-h/photo%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/ScpQPmYvSwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/q3jGvD_Tm2Y/s400/photo%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317150538996861698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes...it's a subway platform.  I sat on this subway platform last night reading a book when out of now where I had this flashback...Someone I once knew getting on the subway for the first time....I remember looking and thinking they are not going to make it...they are going to be next to one of those crazy people that take out their laundry on the subway or try to eat soup....they are going to have to ask for directions.  I sat on the subway platform and one train went by and I didn't even notice because I was so stuck in this moment of laughter and memories...its amazing what emotion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a picture can trigger...after all it's only a subway platform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/ScpQVEUvsYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/KPto_4dYKh8/s1600-h/photo%285%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/ScpQVEUvsYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/KPto_4dYKh8/s400/photo%285%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317150632932520322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;es...it's Times Square.  In all the years I have lived in NYC, visited NYC and worked in midtown I have hated Times Square.  From the lines outside of MTV when I was an intern there to my days of walking through it to get to 1155 6th Ave.  Now I am a little more nostalgic...can one person's adoration for Times Square make you appreciate it a little more?  I guess it must have because I find myself more like a tourist when I walk through it (gasp, I know).  I look up and see what's around...I check out the different shows that are playing and I get excited at the thought that maybe the Naked Cowboy will be playing his guitar.  It's all in a picture...every time I look at this picture I think of someones first time in the bright lights and how amazing it must feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you are like me you finished reading this blog entry and thought...ummm where is she going with this and what is she on?  Well the truth is I am not sure but I was humming the lyrics to the Kid Rock/Sheryl Crow song "Pictures" last night and I realized something...pictures are the greatest triggers of emotion, whether positive of negative they cause you to re-live and re-feel things like nothing else can. And more than anything I just wanted some of those memories back.  So to quote the lyrics to the song...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I thought about you for a long time. I can't seem to get you off my mind. I can't understand why we're living life this way"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046597026404717192-61262255389563976?l=seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/61262255389563976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-only-picture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/61262255389563976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/61262255389563976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-only-picture.html' title='It&apos;s Only A Picture'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431797966742451422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/S3rF6Gc_J8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/VsexmiIu_Nk/S220/Picture+8.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/ScpQPmYvSwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/q3jGvD_Tm2Y/s72-c/photo%283%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046597026404717192.post-5180897345375780816</id><published>2009-03-24T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T11:48:02.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stick with Jeans and a Tshirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/Sckq3RkQKVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/e1w9vDv0x7E/s1600-h/photo%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/Sckq3RkQKVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/e1w9vDv0x7E/s320/photo%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316827964184209746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't know what this woman was thinking...but I don't care if you are in NYC or Topeka this outfit is just wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is a clear misinterpretion the style of Patricia Fields (Sex &amp;amp; The City)- this is not what she envisioned would happen by putting SJP in eccentric looking outfits...ladies stick to the jeans and tshirt if you don't know how to put an outfit together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046597026404717192-5180897345375780816?l=seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5180897345375780816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/03/stick-with-jeans-and-tshirt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/5180897345375780816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/5180897345375780816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/03/stick-with-jeans-and-tshirt.html' title='Stick with Jeans and a Tshirt'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431797966742451422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/S3rF6Gc_J8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/VsexmiIu_Nk/S220/Picture+8.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/Sckq3RkQKVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/e1w9vDv0x7E/s72-c/photo%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046597026404717192.post-6468598238124876920</id><published>2009-03-24T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T07:05:53.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>28th Birthday...Awesomeness of Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/ScjHzMB2ePI/AAAAAAAAAFA/39YDrQnUO8Q/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/ScjHzMB2ePI/AAAAAAAAAFA/39YDrQnUO8Q/s200/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316719042327116018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This post is simply just a thank you to all of my friends for making my birthday a great one this year.  Thanks for singing happy birthday and making my ears ache....thanks for taking a long bus ride...thanks for a ridiculously amazing birthday cake (yum!)....thanks for a great night out on saturday...thanks for listening to me blubber about nonsense...thanks for all the facebook wall posts (the newest form of communication amongst friends)....thanks for the texts....thanks for the 5:30AM email....thanks for all of your awesomeness.  I love you all :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046597026404717192-6468598238124876920?l=seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6468598238124876920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/03/28th-birthdayawesomeness-of-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/6468598238124876920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/6468598238124876920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/03/28th-birthdayawesomeness-of-friends.html' title='28th Birthday...Awesomeness of Friends'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431797966742451422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/S3rF6Gc_J8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/VsexmiIu_Nk/S220/Picture+8.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/ScjHzMB2ePI/AAAAAAAAAFA/39YDrQnUO8Q/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046597026404717192.post-3802203975084088383</id><published>2009-03-23T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T11:29:45.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Lobster- real or from the can?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/Scec8lq8BHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/EEAlZlR5-pE/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/Scec8lq8BHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/EEAlZlR5-pE/s200/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316390449852449906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last year Red Lobster has become a hot topic of conversation amongst a couple of people I know (you both don't know each other but you know who you are).  From having to hear that Red Lobster has the best seafood in country (ummm lie) to asking for a Reb Lobster gift certificate for xmas combined with the Tim McGraw cologne (weird).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today while watching old episodes of "How I Met Your Mother" Marshall &amp;amp; Lily went to Red Lobster in Times Square to "save their relationship"....I mean WTF is there something i am not understanding about Red Lobster??!  It's canned meat soaked in butter and served as though its fresh from the water and in Times Square that would mean the Hudson? (the same place that the wonderful Captain Sully landed a plane).  And if you eat Red Lobster in Nebraska...where does that fresh fish come from?  Anyways...I had to say something because I feel like Reb Lobster is sending me a signal...I don't know what it is but it's trying to tell me something!!  Oh and as always I stand by my decision to NEVER eat there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046597026404717192-3802203975084088383?l=seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/3802203975084088383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/03/red-lobster-real-or-from-can.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/3802203975084088383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/3802203975084088383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/03/red-lobster-real-or-from-can.html' title='Red Lobster- real or from the can?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431797966742451422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/S3rF6Gc_J8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/VsexmiIu_Nk/S220/Picture+8.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/Scec8lq8BHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/EEAlZlR5-pE/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046597026404717192.post-8417391267221887624</id><published>2009-03-22T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T13:29:36.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterfield 8 and the Married Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/Scbe24JJL2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/nqMHfI5P9_Y/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/Scbe24JJL2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/nqMHfI5P9_Y/s200/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316181444522487650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year to celebrate my 28th birthday we went to Butterfield 8...a bar that has become somewhat synonymous with our group of friends and a lot of friends that come in from out of town.  I love this bar and not because I adore the owner (although I of course do Chad). But no the real reason that I love this place is because without fail there is always a hilarious story to tell about this place the next morning and last night was no different.  Have you ever seen a real life soap-opera unfold right in front of you, well we witnessed one that was just hilarious, it kept 7 drunk people entertained for 2 hours (thanks for the unlimited drinks during the showing).  This guy, we'll call him Joe...Joe is married and he was out with his friend Marshall (we named him this because he looked like Marshall  from "How I Met Your Mother").  Joe's wife was at a bachelor party which he assumed had strippers and therefore gave him permission to go out to Butterfield 8 and pick up chicks....Joe spent about 2 hours flirting with this woman Svetlana who eventually said she would not leave the bar until he went with her. UMM WHAT? did you mention to her that you were married Joe?? And what about when Kristin offered to be your wife to "save" you!!!? No Joe thought it was best to start flirting with another girl to make Svetlana jealous....newsflash Joe, Svetlana was jealous of another woman...YOUR WIFE! LOL  Oh man men....ok so you may have had to be there to find this funny, but the story basically ends by Joe hitting on my single friend leading me to believe that he was just a whore.  Oh and his friend Marshall has a thing for girls with a good scalp?! what??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone for an amazing and memorable 28th birthday...i promise to have a better tolerance by the time my 30th comes around, although let's be honest i have said that since I was 21 (or younger).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046597026404717192-8417391267221887624?l=seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8417391267221887624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-year-to-celebrate-my-28th-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/8417391267221887624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/8417391267221887624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-year-to-celebrate-my-28th-birthday.html' title='Butterfield 8 and the Married Guy'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431797966742451422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/S3rF6Gc_J8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/VsexmiIu_Nk/S220/Picture+8.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/Scbe24JJL2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/nqMHfI5P9_Y/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046597026404717192.post-6640417771229290451</id><published>2009-03-20T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T13:25:27.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nike ID</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/ScP7sC_oy3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/x6Getsv5EVs/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/ScP7sC_oy3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/x6Getsv5EVs/s200/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315368719363918706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was recently exposed to the NIKE ID site in which I can design my own shoe- fun!!  I know that this may look super simple...pink and grey who couldn't think of that...well its not that easy!!!  I am so excited to get them...ugh in 4 weeks!  Great kicks for the new lifestyle...sweet :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046597026404717192-6640417771229290451?l=seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6640417771229290451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/03/nike-id.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/6640417771229290451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/6640417771229290451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/03/nike-id.html' title='Nike ID'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431797966742451422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/S3rF6Gc_J8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/VsexmiIu_Nk/S220/Picture+8.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/ScP7sC_oy3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/x6Getsv5EVs/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046597026404717192.post-279129152343210583</id><published>2009-03-20T08:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T08:41:36.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Crab Cakes Recipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/ScO5IiitsrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/iYV5atA3guw/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/ScO5IiitsrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/iYV5atA3guw/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315295541589815986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...so somehow Peter (my creative director for the next two weeks) has it in his head that I am leaving NYC to pursue a career in crab cake making...its an interesting thought, not true but interesting nonetheless.  So...I am asking everyone to submit their crab cake recipes (well anyone who is reading my blog) LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if you have a good lasagna recipe, you should send it to Peter cause he doesn't have one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046597026404717192-279129152343210583?l=seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/279129152343210583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/03/best-crab-cakes-recipe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/279129152343210583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/279129152343210583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/03/best-crab-cakes-recipe.html' title='Best Crab Cakes Recipe'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431797966742451422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/S3rF6Gc_J8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/VsexmiIu_Nk/S220/Picture+8.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/ScO5IiitsrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/iYV5atA3guw/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046597026404717192.post-1887995766479835834</id><published>2009-03-20T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T06:22:03.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Wash NYC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/ScOWIxoIYBI/AAAAAAAAADw/3uVAR733_4U/s1600-h/photo%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/ScOWIxoIYBI/AAAAAAAAADw/3uVAR733_4U/s320/photo%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315257062732095506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibly one of the best things in the world for a dog-owner in NYC is a place that you can bathe your own dog.  There is a place on MacDougal (177 MacDougal) that allows you to do this and see the absolute joy or disgust (this is a unique day when Maddy actually smiled while having her locks done).  The staff is super friendly and helpful and Maddy walked home with enough treats for her and all her friends in the building.  check out www.dogwashnyc.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046597026404717192-1887995766479835834?l=seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1887995766479835834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/03/possibly-one-of-best-things-in-world.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/1887995766479835834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/1887995766479835834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/03/possibly-one-of-best-things-in-world.html' title='Dog Wash NYC'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431797966742451422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/S3rF6Gc_J8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/VsexmiIu_Nk/S220/Picture+8.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/ScOWIxoIYBI/AAAAAAAAADw/3uVAR733_4U/s72-c/photo%283%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046597026404717192.post-6127506306316293123</id><published>2009-03-19T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T07:50:38.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maddy @ the Office</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/ScJbrBVfv-I/AAAAAAAAADE/eBXkMUN6yXY/s1600-h/photo%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/ScJbrBVfv-I/AAAAAAAAADE/eBXkMUN6yXY/s320/photo%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314911304901705698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I walked to work today with Maddy...we cruised through Times Square where she truly enjoyed running straight through packs of pigeons causing mass hysteria amongst the tourists waiting outside of the MTV building.  I love that my dog is an absolute instigator.  But, I digress...so Maddy &amp;amp; I have been sitting at work for almost 2 hours and I realize all I have done is think about what font to use on my blog...yes this is a boring day, but T-10 days :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9046597026404717192-6127506306316293123?l=seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6127506306316293123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/03/maddy-office.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/6127506306316293123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9046597026404717192/posts/default/6127506306316293123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriouslybysarah.blogspot.com/2009/03/maddy-office.html' title='Maddy @ the Office'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431797966742451422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/S3rF6Gc_J8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/VsexmiIu_Nk/S220/Picture+8.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1wSnN9-GGTU/ScJbrBVfv-I/AAAAAAAAADE/eBXkMUN6yXY/s72-c/photo%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
