Sara and Jim's random, funny musings that will make you laugh, cry, scream, and be thankful you did all three.

About Me

We are Sara and Jim. We worked together at a place called SESDAC that you wish only existed in your nightmares. We also had classes together. We're both brilliantly smart and you'd never even guess that. We're also really funny which astounds most people. We like to be nice, we like to be mean, we like to talk about randomness, we both speak Indian languages, make homemade pizzas, and love iTunes. We both have degrees and jobs. Neither of us are losers but we live in loser-ville. We are racist to each other to show our deep and profound love and appreciation for each other. Someday we'll write a tell-all expose book that will shock and astonish and amaze people. Someday we'll also be rich and Jim will live in Sara's basement. Jim is now BFF's with Sara and her Dweemo husband, Nolan. We are here to pump. You. UP.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Sunday at work



So its Sunday, the day of rest, and I'm at work elbows deep in review binders, performance goals, and data tables. Apparently I'm a workaholic or I like to toture myself, i'm not quiet sure yet but any way. I'm the only one here, and in an effort to keep busy and drown out the noises that this building creates when its windy out I've got my iPod going in my little Logitech portable speakers and I'm blastin out all sorts of music. I wish I could do this all the time because I'm amazingly productive when I have loud music in the background. All the stuff I've been procrastinating about over the past month is getting done right before my eyes. I guess the mix of Kanye (ya eventhough I hate the guy), Ingram Hill, CCR, Nickelback, and O.A.R. (just to name a few) are inspiring me to work my ass off like never before. Well Time to get back to work. Enjoy some music while your at it



My cluttered, messy desks





Tuesday, February 17, 2009

I DO TOO WORK SARA!!!

Okay, so Sara doubts me actually having a job. Lets explore this some more... I have a job, that I go to, Monday through Friday, its actually been pretty stressful lately. I haven't blogged or anything lately cuz MY FREAKIN JOB has been keeping me busy non stop lately. AND my one complaint is: WHY THE HELL WASN'T THE OTHER DIRECTOR AS BUSY AS I AM? So yeah, thats my excuse and I've been meaning to get on here lately to blog but even my free time isn't so free anymore.

So I had 2, count em TWO, meetings scheduled on Friday the 13th. The first one was with the President of our fine institution, and lasted all of 2 hours. In the end we got what we really wanted and no one got fired, especially me (my "probationary" period ended on Feb 3). The second one was scheduled at 2pm. Lets back up a second. My day started off at 6 am, I woke up, got ready, reported to work at 7 am, yeah thats Seven in the Goddam Morning. I was in a flurry of paperwork, followed by an hour long commute to the main office, a journey I know too well at this point. So I get there, start signing everyones timesheets and a stack of purchase requisitions (which I should start reading through cuz what if my assistant director is syphoning money through these purchase requisitions) and then I had an impromptu staff meeting. At around 10:40 or so, all of my department piled in to our cars, and formed an Adult Education caravan to the Administration Building across town. We arrived, went into the presidents office, and sat. I feared that this meeting would end how it had the previous Friday when the President failed to show because his secretary failed to notify him that I had confirmed the meeting because she was out all week - GO Figure... So we had the meeting and it went well.

The next meeting, scheduled at 2pm didnt happen. Freakin 2pm came and went, and at twenty after the lady called, "Hey sorry I can't make it, lets reschedule for next week okay? I totally forgot that I was supposed to meet with you and I'm on my way to(wherever she was goin)..." My response was "well I had to travel an hour one way to get here so what ever time we re-schedule lets make sure we can both show up because I can't be taking time to travel 2 hours out here..." Her response to my response "okay, well how does Thursday at 1 pm sound? I'm sorry but I totally spaced it out" Okay, that sounds fine (as I grit my teeth). So I gave everyone the rest of the day off, which was a dumbass move because everyone else got to go home as I had an hours drive back to my office.

So the past few weeks have been, well just great - not really. Today is actually a day where I have nothing scheduled, I haven't had any calls, I can pretty much relax for now, just today. I have a packet of review information to send off by next Monday so I'll have to get to work on that and then community-based meetings on Tuesday night (which takes place at a small town 2 hours away where our future new center will be) and then online training Wednesday and Thursday. (this all goes down NEXT week). Ohh big news in Gtown, an underage drinking party was busted Friday night and all of the 10 participants were cited, thats big news for our town.

I had a really good post that I was going to do last week entitled " Crumby Weekend, Amy Winehouse and the 80's shoe salesman " but unfortunately all hell broke loose at the office and I wasn't able to do so. So heres a brief synopsis of the post that could have been. I like Amy Winehouse's new song with Mark Ronson called Valarie. I am a bit confused on the point of view of the song, from a female perspective I would assume Ms. Winehouse is a lesbian but if it were written from a male perspective than it's about a man wanting his squeeze to come on over, Valarie. I dont know why I like her songs... I guess its the use of actual instruments on the tracks. Reminiscent of the songs from the 60's with an edgier twist. I grew up with Baby Boomer parents so I was stuck listening to "Golden Oldies" on those long car rides here and there. Who cares if you're a coke whore slut, Amy Winehouse, dammit I like your music, keep it up, just dont die, because then it would become a sad tradgedy. So the other day (this was last weekend) I was in Sioux Falls, I went into a particular shoe retailer. Well this guy (a shoesalesman I assume) greeted my father and I at the door and proceeded to follow us around the store, rather creepily might I add. He wasn't the typical shoe salesman who is right behind you and waits on you hand and foot. He sort of hovered there, just out of sight around a corner but within ear shot. And when I might say "what do you thing about these ones (to my father)" he would whip around from his hiding place and start to tell you why this shoe wasn't the right one for you, that you needed a more expensive brand. So this kept up and finally, rather annoyed, I said I'm just looking right now, I dont see anything I want... So he left, but not really, he still kept spying on us occaisionally reappearing at an opportun moments. Finally, I spotted a pair that I wanted to try on, they were Timberland casual dress shoes, brown, nothing spectacular. And I was about to ask a sales woman just a few isles down when all of a sudden, the creepy guy was behind me and snatched the display shoe out of my hand and asked what size I wanted it in... I gave him my size and bam he was gone. There were certain qualities that added to his creepiness. He had a mix between a mullet and a white-man's gericurl. He was full on business up front and party in the back. And he had an ear ring as well. I swear there was a hint of eye make up, i dont know what you call the stuff that goes around the eyes but yea, I'm sure there was some on the dude... SO I ended up buying the $100 shoes, which are comfortable. Thanks 80's Dude!

Okay so I guess I've blogged enough today, I've had to stop and start 3 times now so I'll wrap it up here. I'm looking at volanteonline.com enviously watching a video about the new student center at USD - damn them...
Later
Adios

Friday, February 6, 2009

Today

Today I ate duck curry and a hot fudge malt. It was amazing.

Where the fuck is Jim-bo?

I don't believe he actually works.

He's on the reeeeeeeeeezzzzzzzzzz for criminy jickeroos.

Ok.

Peace out-

Hayayayayayaay-

Chatterbox Sara

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Let's talk about Sex

So Injun Jim and I both have degrees in psychology. Thus, we are pseudo-experts in all things psychological, or at least we pretend to be. However, we have some points where our opinions diverge on matters waxing intellectual (it's not stupid that I have a pink teapot btw, Jim-bo) an this isn't one we've talk about specifically, so we'll see what he's got to say on the matter.

Let's backtrack a little. On our campus where we hail from, one professor holds the single most popular class of USD's "elite" history. Psych of Sexuality. People go into this class expecting to spend hours watching pornos and you do get to do that. You also get a sociological and historical wrap on what's been up with sex for a few centuries now. It's pretty interesting, mildly challenging (as in, you gotta either show up to class, get notes from someone, or read the book to get a B on the test- but not all 3), and always a fun social experiment. However, there is one topic that isn't gone into very much that's been all the rage especially in the last decade.

Sexual Addiction. The professor does kind of go over the basics of the "disorder","disease", whatever, but it's not really studied in depth. So for an independent study credit and because I was vaguely contemplating becoming a sex therapist for awhile, I decided to study up on it a bit. There seem to be two camps of study on it- those who say it's for real and those who don't. This isn't clear cut, like the case for drug and alcohol addiction. A lot of "sex addicts" suffer from a spectrum of symptoms that don't easily fall into one class or another in terms of mental illness. There are some sex addicts whose brain scans show similar patterns to those of drug addicts in terms of stimulation/pleasure/etc. Then there are those whose scans don't match up.

A few "leading experts" on sexual addiction say that it's harder to classify because it covers such a range of sexual deviance- the person who spend 8 hours looking at porn online to the person who compulsively cheats on their spouse, the list is apparently all encompassing. There is this sort of loose definition floating around that sexual addiction is merely "any sexual behaviors that disrupt normal order of behavior for most people regularly". Ok, sure, sure. So this loose definition is how people are able to get out of nasty divorce settlements- because they got caught doing the nasty- it's suddenly not a morality issue, it's a "disorder".

The reason this has gotten me so fired up is because I read a story in my latest Elle that kind of jerked at my heart strings. This woman fell in love with a guy who basically NEVER expressed interest in her sexually and then went to lukewarm sexual desire towards her, to "sudden" out of control sexual behavior . . . but not with her. With everything else with a vagina- real or not. He pretty much totally convinced her that he had this "disease", that it was ruining his life, that he needed her to stay by him.

Thank God she left him. But she left convinced that he really was a sex addict, that he had a sexual disorder, that he was gripped in the thralls of addiction. No. Nuh uh. Uh Uh. No way. I'm sorry but what that story described was a girl, insecure enough about herself to believe she wasn't worthy this mans carnivorous desires, who basically got had by a sleazebag. You cannot convince me of his addiction, you just cannot. I believe some pretty crazy things. I believe that one Christmas after my father passed away, I saw his ghost in my mother's house. I believe that plastic surgery and American Express black cards should be free for me, but you CAN NOT convince me that sexual addiction is real and that this poor girl was a helpless bystander to her man's addiction.

I do, however, believe that sexual compulsions signal underlying deeper issues. But as it being an addiction in and of itself, no way. Sorry Dr. Freud and sorry most popular professor on the USD campus. Sorry, also, to this poor woman. I feel so deeply for her. I hope she gets a little therapy so she realizes that what was happening was unacceptable, inexcusable behavior that she in now way deserved and that she learns healthy ways to express self respect and boundaries and demands respect from future lovers. There's no way that David Duchovny's Character on Californication "suddenly triggered a dark compulsion within himself". This is a man who got caught and is looking for a way out.

I realize how backwards my opinion may sound for someone with a psych degree. But remember, I decided not to become a counselor, but rather a nurse. Obviously I am better suited for practical application of psychology rather than intellectual. I am sure that somewhere there is a whole community of "sex addicts" or their "victims" that I am offending but I don't care. This isn't real. The problems that cause this behavior are rooted in something else. You cannot convince me of a disease that anyone and their dog can get that has such a vague definition that basically I would be considered a sex addict for deciding to try a brazilian wax.

I am so mad about this article. That poor woman let herself suffer at the hands of this dude with basically sociopathic relationship tendencies for years. Perhaps she's an addict herself, an addict to emotional drama. You don't see a listing for those people in the DSM but yet, they exist- people who seek out and crave toxic relationships. The worst part of the article is that she read some flimsy book that applied Al-Anon principles to a variety of crisis and decided that because he met some of the criteria in the book for an addictive personality that meant he must be a sex addict. News flash, we all have some tendencies towards addictive personality issues. EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN THE WORLD. She believes this guy.

Has anyone noticed that over 70% of "sex addicts" are men? I've got no issue with dudes. Three of my very close friends are men, and I get along well with most things that have a penis. So this isn't some sort of feminist war diatribe that I'm on. But I have noticed that men are less likely to own up to their stupidity and more likely to look for wacko excuses for inexcusable behavior. I remember a kid in my first through third grade classes who loved to cuss and repeatedly attempted to convince the teacher he had tourette's. Nevermind the poor girl in our class WHO DID have it and suffered horrific tics and insecurity that, I am sure lasts to this day, this little doofus did his darnedest to convince the teachers of his "disability". I wonder if he's a "sex addict" now.

There's no way I can issue a peace out on this issue. So I'm signing off as . . .

All Riled Up-

Chatterbox Sara and the Spawn

Vendetta Against NPR

To our international readers, NPR- National Public Radio USED TO BE my favorite radio station on earth. Until now. Or until, as of recently, when it began to totally blow. So I really love classical music and instead of the tv constantly blaring, as a kid, my parents usually had the radio on all the time and it was always on NPR. They had just the right mix of stuff- news in the mornings till about 8 am, classical music by request, news from 11-1, classical music, news/radio talk shows from 5-7 (ish) then it was jazz nightly followed by this New Age-y music show and then back to classical after about 11 pm. So primarily music. This makes me happy. But over the past few years, there is less and less music being played and more and more talk, talk, talk, jibber jabber, it never ends.

They seriously have news and talk programming until about 9 am every day. Then around 11 am it starts again. Around 1:30 the music MIGHT start back up, or they might just keep yammering on all afternoon with one of their weekly shows like "Money Matters", "Focus on the Family" (hey, this is South Dakota- we are just as red as any former confederate state), "Garden Hotline" (kill me), whatever other yammering show they've got going on. It's more jarring than listening to "Love Lockdown" on perma-repeat. When I am working- be it on homework, housework, writing, or internet surfing, about 80% of the time I would prefer to be listening to classical music. I do not prefer to listen to the different varietals of blue crab grass that grow in sunny or shady spots.

I love gardening. I love to hear about it, read about it, etc. But not when I'd rather listen to classical music to keep focused. They also have kind of done away with some of the cooler programming that I did enjoy listening to. They used to do radio shows a kin to radio serials back in the 1940's- with mysteries or soap operas or whatever. This was totally entertaining. They also used to have daily astronomy updates that went along with the weather updates. There was a guy who had a poetry/essay half hour, it was all a whole lot more entertaining than hour after hour of hearing about former PResident Bush's new home in Dallas. Does anyone really care?

I appreciate NPR for being a credible and reliable source of international and national news that is fairly unbiased and rather informative. That's fine. But I don't need it for hours at a time. I don't need a daily hour and a half blitzkrieg from NPR's "National Report". Thank God they haven't gotten rid of Prairie Home Companion or Car Talk- I think the whole station will have gone amuck by then. Just bring back some more music, please! I listen to the radio so I don't have to buy more cd's and songs. Granted, there are internet radio stations and Pandora, but I'm not always in the mood to put that much effort into my radio listening.

Does that make me a lazy American? Whatever. I have an official grudge against NPR now. I may even start some sort of grassroots efforts to get them to play more damned music. After I'm done with my homework that I have to do listening to some random classical music cd on repeat, that is. Grrrrr.

Peaceout-

Chatterbox Sara and the spawnling (aka the baby in my belly)