The Daily Sabs

while we haven't always seen eye to eye, this lady is my favorite. from her i get my adventurous spirit, love for weird food, determination, and ridiculous logic. i also get my stubbornness, inability to be incorrect, bossiness, and look-at-me-center-of-attention-ness. as you can imagine, when we're together it's either a disaster or the most fun ever.

happy mother's day morm! thanks for all your hardwork and sacrifices. wo ai ni!

ps. while morm has spouted off lots of gems of wisdom throughout the years, my current favorite is this proverb: sit on top the mountain watch the tigers fight. even morm knows, sometimes it's best to stay out of it all.

yesterday was the first day that i forgot the "daily" part of the dailysabs. i think i was just exhausted. it had been a lot of flying and walking and crying and flying, that when i woke up i just went into autopilot. unpack bags, do laundry (cry when laundry machine breaks down and you have to wring out clothes by hand), go to the optometrist, go to the dry cleaners, go grocery shopping, read two weeks worth of mail, make dinner (a delicious big game hen - aka size of small chicken - roasted with figs, garlic, and potatoes), watch some tv and then (my fave thing in the world) a pre-bed nap.

today is more of the same, chores (although all the laundry is apparently not going to get done) and more chores. if i'm feeling brave i'll start attempting the email cleanup.

in the meantime, to make up for my forgetfulness, here's some stuff to make you laugh (at me). first we have some natural history museum fun (i was going to post this earlier, but had to convert the file so booo on that), and then some ye olde college stuff that is popping up all over facebook. i can't believe i'm going to share these.

that's all. (hope you and your morm's had a great mother's day!)

I was sitting there minding my own business, and sort of enjoying the gray lowkey birthday, when all of a sudden i heard this loud horn. At first I thought it was a car from outside, when i realized it was too loud and besides, all the windows were closed. Then I thought that perhaps it was someone who had put their speakers on full blast. Then I realized it wasn't just a series of horn noises, it was actually the opening notes to Just a Gigalo, which as you might know is sort of my jam. So when the noise got closer, and a giant trumpet-playing chicken carrying balloons rounded the corner, i knew it was for me.

I don't embarass easy, but I am pretty sure I turned a nice shade of "have you been drinking wine?" red. Especially when he said it was time to do the chicken dance. I didn't think i was going to do it, but you know, there was a giant chicken, playing the chicken dance song, and a quickly amassed audience intrigued by the ridiculousness, and well, who am I to not oblige?

So I danced a chicken dance, hugged a chicken, received lots of weird gifts (really he had this homeless person mary poppins bag full of things like a rubber chicken, a jordache purse, stickers, plastic eggs, candy necklaces, and so on), and if that wasn't enough, the gals brought me treats too.

You see, the gals here are UNBELIEVEABLE. We've sort of made birthdays a big ta-do around here. And before the chicken arrived, I actually thought we were going to do just a nice lowkey thing with maybe cake at lunch. Which you know, would've been awesome, but they don't settle for just awesome. they go for BONKERS AMAZE. and they succeeded. In addition to the chicken, they also got a huge array of the desserts from the 7x7 must eat list. Now i can cross off 5 more things.

Like i said, these gals are the freaking best.

But, before I knew that there was a chicken, I had originally planned on sharing a little bit of vintage sabs with you. This is me at age 2. It's actually my 2nd birthday party and I'm surrounded by friends, family, a cake with candles, and yet that is the face I chose to make. It's like an immigrant child passport photo. I would like to point out a few things though (1) my head was always huge (2) my hair was always unkempt (3) my posture was always poor and (4) my dresses were even cooler back then.

Birthdays are weird you know, but so far, this one's been fun.

Oh and because i know you're waiting for it. Here's the chicken in action.
I know there were other videos, but this is the one i took while he arrived.

by now we've figured out if the blackberry is working or not (hint: if there are posts between the vintage posts, then working, if not then not), however i'm leaving these on timers just in case. besides for those of you who know me IRL they have to be amusing to you.

this is one of me practicing the ballet.
as you can see, my face has always been round, my thighs have always touched, my bangs always been a bit choppy, and my smile big. i am totally okay with all of this. however i must admit, it's a little weird to think that i'm more or less the same as a five year old.

regular posting resumes tomorrow - happy turkey week!

i wasn't sure if my blackberry would work in Mexico -- I always get the international data service turned on, but it never seems to do anything -- so to entertain you while I'm gone, I figured I'd share some vintage photos.

This photo is one of my faves. not because of its lil' sabs factor, but because of that dress. if i could have that dress right now, I would totally wear it on a regular basis. The other reason i like it is that it shows I have pretty much been the same my entire life (well there was that awful dyed hair crappy weird period during college, but we won't talk about that). I more or less have that haircut now, and even though this dress is not in my arsenal, i'm sure something else polyester and twee is.

also, who slouches like that? don't school photographers tell kids to straighten up? sheesh!

i'm in Mexico for a friend's wedding right now, and am not sure my blackberry will work. to keep you entertained i've decided to throw out some vintage photos.

I thought this one would be appropriate, because of the Mexico tie-in. This picture was taken when I was 15 or 16 (I have virtually looked the same my entire life) and was my cross-country portrait (that's right, my lazy ass used to run 3-5 miles a day). The tie-in is that during this period of my life, people thought I was Hispanic - particularly Mexican. They still do, but the tan made it worse.

It's particularly frustrating in taquerias where folks immediately speak to me in Spanish (a language I only know via menus) and then look at my disapprovingly for not being able to speak my "native" language. Like I need any more guilt.

Btw, I imagine the above scenario is happening to me right now.

ps - the amount of tan in this photo is only about half of my maximum high school tan level - translation: this girl used to be really brown.

i'm out of town right now, and i won't have access to a computer. they tell me that my blackberry will work (i'm out of the country for a wedding), but that's never been true before. so just in case it doesn't, i've decided to entertain you with some daily vintage photos. if we're lucky my blackberry will work and I'll it'll just be a double-post day.

we recently scanned in a bunch of old photos, and this one is one of my faves. i'm about a year old and i'm chowing down on a rib. this is pretty much the story of my life. i was born and bred a foodie, and well, i guess some things never ever change.