The Seven Habits of Highly Effective Sabrenas

Oh brother . . .
Spencer Hyde warned me that if I didn’t keep my blog updated that I wouldn’t have a fan base . . .


Anyone out there? Anyone, anyone? Buhler . . . Buhler?

Anyway, Danny is watching “Ice Truckers” and I ought to be reading Harry Potter or at least getting my thoughts organized for work or something, but there are a couple of things I wanted to write about.

First – I’ve been noticing a lot of interesting smells lately . . . not to mention that little voice in my head that tells a story when there’s good sights, sounds, etc. I keep wanting to write them all down for you/me; to refer to later, but for some reason I chicken out, convincing myself I’ll remember. . . but I always forget.

Second – I’m hosting our church “Luau on the Lawn” Wed night. Everyone’s invited. Tricanosis free (I know that word is not spelled right; but you get the idea). It’s at the church – 6 pm til sunset. ;)

Third – I got a haircut and I don’t know how to style my hair by myself without Logan (my stylist). It looks fabulous – like a Victoria’s Secret model from the neck up or something. But I can’t do it myself . . . soooo, I haven’t washed my hair since Friday and don’t really planning on getting it wet anytime soon. ;)

Fourth – Ice Truckers would not be on our television if my husband had more than 4 channel to watch.

Fifth – there are a lot of pregnant people in the world. Andy Warhol once made a comment about ppl getting pregnant . . . that he just can’t believe people are still getting pregnant. It’s crazy. . . Seriously; there’s a person inside of that lady’s belly. . . like an alien in that Sigorney (sp?) Weaver movie . . . hmm, what was the name of it? Oh yeah, that’s right . . ..ALIEN!!! (Sometimes when I eat too much, I complain that there’s n alien baby inside of me. . . . I’m practicing. Also, I’ve bought a lot of flowy shirts that provide plenty of weight gain should I be abducted by aliens . . . or if Danny and I decide to get pregnant, you know . . . in a year or so. . .

Sixth – I can’t stand the owner of the Crandall Canyon Mines. What’s his name? That Murray dude. He is so offensive. . . first off, referring to the original miners trapped saying “we’re going to get the bodies out” . . . then preaching about unions and environmentalists. . . blaming on earthquakes . . . speculating, hostility. . . he’s the poorest excuse for an executive I’ve seen in a long time. . .

If it weren’t for his mines providing jobs for people, I’d do everything I could to bring down his business. He disgusts me. I pray for the family . . . Let’s stop our coal/oil dependence NOW!!!
Sixth – My little sister Celeste is a beauty. She may not realize it; but she’s a beauty . . . and such a generous heart. She’s going to make someone an amazing wife someday. Mark my words.

Seventh – If I become famous do I have to go to prison? Or is that just if I’m really thin and famous. . . I’ll keep a little junk in the trunk just in case my blog gets discovered like Perez Hilton.

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