Sorry for the inconvenience...

So - once again I'm apologizing for not posting anything in awhile... I'm still working on the ken dolls and hope to have images soon. In the meantime, my boyfriend and I of 2 years broke up, so I haven't really had much time to write funny stories in between the crying and the going out and attempting to live it up part. The good news is, I'll be back soon with more stories to tell and if anything - wild stories of all the crazy dates I hope to go on. Spread the word to your friends that I'm single and ready to mingle. I have deadlines you know. Thanks, stay tuned and you know what? have a fabulous day.

Coming Soon - My Ken Doll Collection

hey!

Don't touch that dial and tune in next week when I post and describe in full detail my "Ken Doll Collection."

I'd explain, but it'll be better just to see in person.

San Fran Shenanigans

Okay - my friend Megan reminded me that I still need to post about the crazy adventures in San Franciso that happend a few weeks ago. Sorry to all of you for the 3 month cliffhangers! - which also ties into my "life as a reality tv star" story. I guess they're all in the same, so here goes. Sit back, relax, enjoy and be glad this didn't happen to you!

First Story... Starbucks Showdown

So - I go to San Franciso for work to check out some venue sites with a colleague who is pretty high up at my job. I was to be on my best behavior (I always am of course!).

Well, this man lived in San Francisco for awhile and from what I concluded - the people there are just plain RUDE. For instance - I tell this story...

So we're driving around a parking lot at Starbucks looking for a parking spot. The place is packed and finally we see a car backing out. Like any normal person, we stop behind the car, kindly put our blinker on and wait for the car to exit the space. The car does and so and we begin the easy turn into the spot... when out of nowhere! This crazy 17 year old girl and her thug of a boyfriend pull right into the spot! Hello! RUDE! So of course, I assume we'll scowl at them and drive off like any other annoyed parking spot pedestrians... but no! all of a sudden - my co-worker (who is driving) ROLLS DOWN HIS WINDOW (I, in the passenger seat duck down as far as I possibly can... we could get shot!) and says "THANK YOU" the girl yells back in her fake valley girl accent "Whatever, I was driving around looking for a parking spot too and I saw it first. It's not my fault you didn't pull in like fast enough." My co-worker replies "excuse me..." and then the girls boyfriend wanna be a different color than he is with his gold chains and bling up the wazoo buts in and says "dude, you wanna fight - get out your car and we'll do it" ... luckily my co-worker says "ya, ya tough guy... get a life" and drives on. We find another parking spot, I come out from hiding under the glovebox and we make our way into the Starbucks. Unharmed.


Next... my life as a reality TV star... on that one show they have at the airports... you know what I'm talkin' bout?

So it's the end of our little trip on Friday afternoon. We're at the airport, getting ready to get on our 4:45 p.m. United flight back to good old Omaha. My co-worker doesn't check his bags so he's set to go. I of course brought my entire spring wardrobe with 6 pairs of shoes "just in case" , so I had to check my luggage. I get up to the self check-in kiosk, which p.s. why do people have such a hard time using these things? I mean seriously - some act like it's the end of the world that they have to insert their credit card, touch a few buttons, grab their boarding pass and go. They freak out, are determined it's "not working" and demand a desk agent to help them IMMEDIATELY. Those type of people irritate me. Seriously, get with the times and check your own self in. But anyway. I digress.

So, I get up to the check-in kiosk, insert my credit card, punch in my information and the screen flashes back at me in red letters... "Please return on the day of your scheduled flight." What? Hello, stupid machine - it's Friday... I'm here... get me on the plane... I look down at my ticket I purchased through Expedia.com

Let me back up a little bit at this point (I know - the suspense is killing you, isn't it?) , but I have to explain. We're supposed to book all of our travel for work through a travel agency. Well, when I went to book my ticket and it was $1,300.00 through the travel agency and $300.00 through Expedia. Now, I've had some past troubles with Expedia, so I was a little nervous - but I was not about to have the University spend an uncessary $1,000.00 on lil' ole me. So, I did it. I booked my ticket through Expedia... and if you read on, you'll know I paid dearly for this mistake.

So, I look down at my ticket, Flight 452 from San Francisco, California to Omaha, Nebraska leaving at 4:45 p.m. on SUNDAY, April 9. Oh shit. What? Sunday? You mean, Friday, right? Friday at 4:45 p.m? This United flight? Double Shit - Sarah's an Idiot and booked her ticket for the WRONG DAY.

So, I stay calm. I can surely get on this flight... it's just a little mix-up right? So, I stand in line calmly to talk to a United agent to get on the Friday flight and in the meantime, I'll just call up Expedia, explain to them what happened and all will be fine. Good thing for cell phones right?

Well now and here is where the real drama begins... so I'm in line, on the phone and Expedia answers with those damn automated voice deals and asks you all these annoying questions and you have to say yes or no or whatever... right? So, I call and they're asking questions and I answer yes and no accordingly. Well, that dumb voice says to me in it's robotic form "I'm sorry, I cannot hear you. Please repeat Yes or No." So I talk a little louder... well, what do ya know... I get the same damn saying ""I'm sorry, I cannot hear you. Please repeat Yes or No." Holy Hell! So I start YELLING "Yes!" or "NO!" into the phone... now people are staring, laughing, looking at each other with rolled eyes. I start sweating, my hands start shaking and my damn suitcase keeps falling over. Great. I'm falling apart. I calm myself down and finally push "0" for operator at Expedia... as I'm still behind about 15 people in line at the United counter and it's already 4 p.m. I get an operator and before she can help me she says, "may I please have your phone number?" So I give her my phone number and name and she says "no ma'am, that's not your phone number" WHAT THE HELL?! That is too my phone number you bitch! So I rattle off every phone number I possibly have and each time she replies "no ma'am"...oh, I'm so mad I want to say NO MA'AM to her and tell her who's boss! until I finally say my parents home phone number and it goes through. I explain to her my situation and she tells me that she's sorry, but she can't help me... she'll have to transfer me. So, I say okay and she "transfers me." Well, the bitch didn't transfer me... she HANGS UP ON ME! AAAAAAGGGHAHHAHH!!! The frustration! The agony! I HATE EXPEDIA DOT COM!!! I wanted to yell this at the top of my lungs, but instead I mutter to myself like a crazy lady cursing. So, I calmly re-dial the number and hit "0" to begin with to talk to an Operator. This time, I get a man and tell him my correct phone number and information. He then proceeds to tell me "I'm sorry ma'am, but I can't make any changes to your itinerary in less than 6 hours. I can't help you. Thank you" and hangs up. Yah. And the next time someone calls me "MA'AM" at 25 - I'm gonna kill them!

Well, that's fine because now I'm at the counter at United. And is it me, or are people just that much more rude to you when you need help? So, I tell the lady at the counter my ordeal and she looks at me and laughs and says, "that flight is full." Well can I fly standby I ask? She says, no, we have a list about 50 people long. Oookay... can you tell me who else might have a flight out tonight? She tells me that Frontier has a 5:30 p.m. flight to Omaha that has some room on it, I should go there. Well, with it being 4:30 p.m. now, I had better hurry my ass up. So of course, flight counters at the SF International Airport are like MILES apart and in different areas of the freakin' airport...so I take off in a sprint hoping to get on the Frontier flight. Oh, and might I inform you that I am dressed head to toe in full business gear. As in a business suit, shirt, jacket and freakin' HIGH HEELS. So while me and my giant suitcase are racing through the gates (p.s. I always make fun of those people, don't you? I mean seriously - what's their hurry? Okay, so now - I vow never to make fun of those people again. I know what it feels like to be there and it's not a good feeling) While I'm running I think to call that damn travel agency I should have called in the first place... maybe they can help me! I call, they put me on hold and then after 5 minutes they say "We're sorry, we can't help you - you don't have a traveler profile with us." AAAHH! Damn the travel agency!

So - I finally get to the Frontier Airline Counter and while I'm huffing and puffing (note to self: once back in Omaha, get in shape), I finally blurt out what I need and they look at me wierd and tell me that they don't have any flights to Omaha... stupid United lady! So they tell me to try Northwest. Again, I RUN...try there and they just look at me like I'm speaking chinese and tell me that there are no more flights at 5pm to Omaha that night. I finally end up at Delta and they tell me that they have 2 seats left back to Omaha on the 8:05 a.m. flight that next morning. I decide to do it and end up spending $700.00 to buy the ticket. Then, I booked a room at the hotel I stayed at for another $200.00 and took a cab ride back to the hotel for $45.00 which equals using a travel agency = priceless.

So, yes, I learned my lesson thank you very much. But I was prepared - I had extra clothes and got to spend an extra night in San Francicso. I didn't enjoy it though - I had convinced myself that an earthquake was going to hit and it was my time to go. There I was on the 18th floor of the hotel in the middle of downtown San Francisco and there was no way I could escape. But alas - my anxiety just got the best of me. I finally made it home that Saturday... safe and sound.

And then when back at work got a stern talking to about how I need to book all travel through the damn travel agency. So much for saving the University some money, eh?

Welcome to the Drama Warehouse!

So I'm sorry that I've been MIA as of lately but life has been nothing but CRAZY. I took work off tomorrow just so I could have a mental health day and recover. Drama seems to be growing like weeds - not only for me but for all of my friends so we have a solution!

We are going to open up a "Drama Warehouse!" It will be your one and only "one stop drama shop." Feel free to stop by, drop your drama off - leave it there - or pick up someone elses! It's sure to be a good time and make you feel better by the time you leave.

Stop by the drama warehouse today - offer ends soon.

I'm a Blonde Bombshell!

So I got a "wild hair" and decided to go blonde... because I hear they have more fun. And what do ya know... I think it's true! Check out my awesome new hair do :)

My Life Is a Reality TV Show

Oh man - I know it's been eons since I've added to this but let me tell ya - shit has hit the fan! Well, not really but I have some pretty funny stories I will put up when I have some time to tell you about them... let's just say it's definitely some of those "that would only happen to you Sarah!" stories...

FO REAL!

I'll be back... don't change the channel

Here comes the crappiness...

So, I think I'm having a quarter life crisis... I don't know if it's possible - but today I feel like it is. I just feel... CRAPPY. I'm sure you have those days too where nothing goes your way and you feel like the world is out to get you... for me - today is one of those days. Life is like a rollercoaster for me... for the past few months I've been coasting... on top of the world! And then suddenly... you drop - screaming and holding for dear life all the way down.

It's crappy. Hope it turns to happy soon. Hence the title of this blog and the theme of my life. :)

Till next time - here's to better moods!

The Amazing State of the Art "Breathe Thru Nose Filters"

Okay - so I'm not quite sure why it is my eyes are closed and what I'm doing with my hands (gang signs in east st. louis perhaps?) but those things on the outside of my nose are the amazing state of the art "breathe thru nose filters". They're actually supposed to go inside of your nose but I refuse to put weird things given to me by weird men at bars up my nose. So ya, we walked into this bar and sitting on some bar stools were two cowboy types with these things up their noses. They told us all about them - how they made them, invented them and that you're supposed to stick them up your nose in bars so you don't inhale as much smoke. I think they are just earplugs, but oh well. They then bring out this briefcase and give us each a sample of one to try. They wanted us to buy them but we refused, so they just gave them to us. I tell ya - the things that people think up. Here's a photo with Amy and Abbey with them as well. Too funny. Long live the nose plugs!

Third Annual St. Louis/MVC Trip Recap

I've returned alive and well yet again from the annual MVC trip. For those of you who aren't familiar, MVC stands for Missouri Valley Conference Tournament and each year Creighton's basketball team plays in it. This is a mecca for Creighton alumni, friends and fans so my work goes down to throw pre and post game events and yours truly gets to go not only for free but for a spankin' good time. I'm telling ya - this place is like Vegas for me... nowhere else do you meet random Nebraska Husker football players, keep up traditions of falling asleep at least one night in a strange place with all of your clothes on - including shoes and your jacket and run into 3 ex-boyfriends all in the same hour, let alone the same night! Yes, talk about good times and great oldies... St. Louis is the place.

Usually - Creighton has an awesome basketball team and makes it to the Championship game. Well, this year we sucked it up big time and couldn't even make it past Bradley in the first round, but that didn't stop the fun times to be had!

My friend Jen who lives in Chicago as well as my famous party pal Abbey and her friend Amy all met up together for a good time. Friday night we went out and chatted it up with a group of married men who were there for a football coaching convention. See the photo up top to the right for a visual. When they asked what we were in St. Louis for, Abbey responded with "we're here for a lesbian convention." So as you can see - the fun just never ended with the randomness. They of course thought this was the best thing they'd heard all night. Luckily each of us had photos of our boyfriends handy to show them that we're actually straight and there for the MVC. So that was that night.

Saturday brought on a whole 'nother night of adventures but unfortunately it was just me and Jen as Abbey and Amy had had enough fun for one trip and headed home. So Jen and I sucked it up and hit the town... but not without first being stopped by 2 guys who thought we were locals and asked where the hot spots were... we told them where we knew of and went on our merry way. Thinking later we should have invited them to join us for dinner - as another St. Louis tradition is eating dinner with strangers!

After dining at the Hard Rock Cafe, we actually ended up going to the same place we were the night before so I could meet up with my friend Erin. And this my friends is where the fun times, ex boyfriend run-in's and the drama began...

We walk in and it's like Creighton has transplanted from Omaha to St. Louis... Everywhere I turn there is someone I know. First stop - I see my friend Kate along with a dude I went on one date with my sophomore year and who then later came out of the closet. He says to my friend Kate "wow, since when did Sarah Lukas get so cute?" I completely ignore the comment, give it a thumbs down and move on. Whatever - I've ALWAYS been cute! :)

So we move on to the dance floor section of the bar and Jen says to me "we have a looker..." 2 seconds later a guy comes over, tells Jen she's beautiful and they hit the dance floor. I'm left there standing alone like a loser. I decide I am definitely not drunk enough to deal with this so I'm off to the bar for another beer. On my way I run into my friend Erin and chat it up with her. A few moments later Jen calls and tells me to meet her in the bathroom - stat. I hurry over there and she's in there crying because she thinks someone threw up all over her. Luckily, it was just a beer that someone spilled on her but NOT cool. We go back out and chill with Erin.

Soon, I see my friend John approaching. Yay! More people to know! So we all talk with them. Fast forward a few hours and a few more beers into the night and I get a phonecall from another ex -... Scary Darrell! He asks where I am and stupidly I tell him... I tell John I'll pay him 20 bucks to pretend to be my boyfriend just so Darrell doesnt try anything (it's happened before!) So here comes Darrell (his real name is Dan), in a t-shirt with an extremely large camera bag slung across his body. Jen and John just start laughing hysterically and I'm trying not to laugh - did I really once DATE this guy? EW. So I chat with him for t minus 2 seconds and we're off! Jen has a photo of this encounter in which Ill post as soon as she sends it... Okay - so here's the photo from Jen! Look past my fat ass and there you'll see Darrell in all of his glory! EEK!

There were many more adventures in St. Louis but I'll have to add them seperately as they each have photos and deserve they're own post.

Here's until next year, MVC!

Adventures at the Hilton Parking Garage

So I've discovered that this story is one of those in which you just had to be there but since I've said to stay tuned for it - I guess I should follow through and write about it. So, here goes.

When you go to a basketball game for Creighton they make you park in the Qwest parking lot and pay $6! You can also go to the Hilton and park there for $5 when you enter and then when you leave, the attendant is usually gone and they just leave the gate up so you can just leave.

Well, we were going to a basketball game and decided to park in the Hilton. We got to the window and instead of being the honest person I am and telling the attendant I was going to the game I lied and told him I had a room there. He said "okay, that's all I need to know!" and lifted the gate up... SCORE i thought! FREE parking!

Well not so fast... after the game we go back and the guy is STILL there! CRAP! If you know me at ALL - I freak out... a lot... so as soon as I saw the same booth attendant and of course after making eye contact and leaving with everyone else who was leaving after the game... I start to try and figure out an alternate plan. I look for all exits in the garage... no good.. they're all blocked off. Time for plan C. I'm still freaking out and my friends are just getting annoyed because they think of COURSE the guy won't remember me! Well, I take no chances so I take off my coat (it didnt help I was wearing a huge white one), put my hair in a ponytail and put my glasses on. I figure if I'm incognito - he won't know! So we drive up and I don't roll down my window, I just look straight ahead and I see him go "Oh yes! The one with the room here! Go on ahead! " and lifts the gate for us.

Can you freakin' believe it? Now I feel really bad for lying AND getting away with it!

Oh well. Long Live the Hilton Parking Garage! :)

My Fan Club

So this isn't MY fan club - but a fan club that we're starting for my friend Tyler and his band "Vinnie Bronx"... they're pretty awesome and sing some off the hook stuff. You can catch them at bars in Omaha that you've probably never heard of like the Goofy Foot Lounge, Shea Riley's and Mick's.

I'm the Vice President of their fan club - ma fren Dan gets to be President because he goes to shows that even Tyler's girlfriend doesn't go to. Now that's fan love. I just go and collect the autographs.

Let me know if you'd like to join and I can send you the official fan club packet! (I'm the secretary of the fan club too. )

Making Other People Feel "Famous"

So while living my life as "rockstar" (see post below) I got this GREAT idea to ask for people's autographs. Random people whom I didn't know. It all started on a random Thursday night when my friend and I went to a crazy kareoke bar ( I made MANY new friends that night!) and after everyone sang - I pretended they were famous and asked for their autograph. This trend kept up through the weekend where I would just go up to random people and ask for their autographs, everyone obliged and felt like they were famous! Now I have a bunch of autographs and if one of them becomes famous... I'll be rich! Mission: Accomplished.

My Life as a Rockstar

Thanks to all of you who have stayed tuned after these messages... now onto my story as my "life as a rockstar"... which really isn't that exciting but the last few weeks I have managed to go out on work nights, drink enough beer for everyone and really - just make a fool out of myself... but hey! I'm fun! right? Guess I'm just not still 21. Oh well. Gotsta live it up while you still got it!

Happy New Year!

This is what happens when you drink PBR for 6 hours all the while thinking it's Bud Light. It was New Years Eve and we were counting our pitchers. Here is proudly - pitcher Number 10. .. Bottoms Up!

Stay Tuned!

Just wanted to let everyone know that I have many stories to share so stay tuned and check back often for updates. Some upcoming stories include...

1. My life as a "rockstar"
2. Making other people feel "famous"
3. My newest fan club
4. Adventures at the Hilton Parking Garage

Until then!

Technology

So I'm taking this graduate class called "Culture, Literacy and Technology" and we have a class blog that we have to go and post comments to. Well this week we had to go and post something generic about technolgy...

I was so tempted to write "from one of my favorite movies, Napolean Dynamite - "I love technology... always and forever." But I didn't. But now I wish I would have because I think that's funny.

Always Check the Caller ID...

So I couldn't decide if I should name this entry what I did name it or I AM AN IDIOT! Check out what happened to me today...

So I'm at work and I hear my assistant take a call for me. Usual procedure is to take the call, ask who it is, ask the caller to hold, call me and ask if I would like to take the call. I figured my assistant would use this procedure, so when I picked the phone up - I assumed it was my assistant, didn't look at the number and yell into the phone "Who the hell is it now? I don't want to talk to anyone!" Totally joking around of course with who I thought was my assistant... YAH... my assistant was NOT on the other line. She just put the call through and I said those very bad words above to an alum!!!!! Thankfully it was a younger alum and not some doctor who writes letters to my boss on phone ettiquete. UGH! So anywho - lessons learned... Assistants - don't EVER just put a call through and professionals, check the caller ID before yelling into the phone or just don't joke around. :)

Deep Thoughts from the Gym

So when you spend an hour on a treadmill in the back corner of the gym - you see a lot. And a lot of it is stuff and things you don't want to see. And then, you start to think about these things you'd rather not see. For example, the variety of underwear people wear to the gym. Since I was in the back row of treadmills, all I had to look at were asses. And they weren't pretty either. Then I started to think about my ass and if it looks like the ones I had to look at. Then I started thinking about what people wear to the gym and why people feel as if they should wear tight clothing to the gym... and these people weren't buff either. Why do you want to show your goods to everyone who doesnt want to see them? This brings me back to the underwear... with tight pants - you can tell... boxers, briefs, thongs,... none. I saw it all from that back row of treadmills and it wasn't pretty. These are things that you think about when you go to the gym.

I'm a (Fairy) GodMother!

Welcome to the world baby Madison Jean Riggs! Everyone... meet my god daughter! Isn't she the most precious thing in the whole wide world? She's the daughter of proud parents Jenny (Saniuk) and her husband, Chris Riggs.

Just wanted to share her with the world! I love babies! :)

Hot Coffee Guy Re-Visited

So after a week and a half, I finally got the courage to return to my regular coffee joint. I had hoped hot coffee guy wouldn't be working, but alas - he was and he handed me my coffee. Thankfully he didn't recognize me in sunglasses and scarf... so I'm safe yet again!

A large mocha and your phone number please! :)