this weather is weird

Where is my mind?

Seriously, I think I left it somewhere. Life has been in fast forward mode for the past two weeks for a myriad of reasons mostly having to do with work and it's definitely not going to slow down any time soon. I am going to update via the longest picture post - sorry. Also, sorry about the weird order, blogger needs to figure out an easier way to edit your picture layout in a post.

My closet is actually very organized - it may just not look like it since it's jammed pack. From left to right - black dresses (dressy, cocktail, casual), various dresses (cocktail), AA dresses, nice skirts, silk tops (by color), cardigans (by color), dress shirts (by color), blazers, various jackets. Don't even get me started on shoes. P.S. someone should loan me a closet!

One time it snowed pretty hard. Now we've shifted from snow to rain. Spring doesn't exist in Chicago, just an extension of the cold and grey.

This is the new pup Zoey. She's a beaut and extra lovey. I lurve her lots and lots, even when she takes up the whole bed. Also, check out that boxer face! What's not to like?

We had a photo shoot in the kitchen. Real talk.

Two different colored eyes like David Bowie. So Bowie + Ziggy = Zoey

Sweetly sly.

The pup and I had tea in bed. She's been pretty good about getting up in the morning. We usually wake up at the same time during the week and then on weekends we go out, eat, and back to bed. A girl after my own heart.

This weekend was the Chicago International Music and Movies Festival which Dan worked and deejayed at. Lots of fun. Tons of people. Some of the highlights were seeing Penny Arcade perform, watching the final cut of William S. Burroughs: A Man Within, and just hanging out. Tonight is the final night with DJ Spooky, which should be awesome.

DJ Dan getting to it. I left early this night but I guess the dance party went till 5:30 AM. I am getting too old for that kind of dancing.

The HYSTK crew just had an in house production. One of the reasons for very few free hours in my life. This is the bedroom of a little boy complete with every Ninja Turtle action figure ever made.

Meeting of the minds.

Iphone Joe, Casey in Motion, and if you look close enough a tired pitbull trying out the set bed.

Air Bud. Actually her name really is Bud - at least for now. She belongs to Casey B from HYSTK. He found her about two weeks ago on the side of the

road all bloodied and skinny. Apparently she was a breeder for dog fighting, but what makes it worse is that it looked like someone just kicked her in the eye and left her on the street - she's got a big ole' infection in one eyes that's being treated now. But at least this poor pup has a home now and a million boys to give her pats on the head and tasty treats. Too bad this dog would put the chomp on Zoey or else

they could be bff's.

Production dog.

Growing up means actually using those coupons and making lists. Here we have my grocery list and Zoey's shopping list.

One of Zoey's past times is being nosey and watching people on Damen joining it with the occasional bark. What a weirdo.

A mountain of CIMMfest booklets.

Seen outside of Zoey's Vet office. They're apparently very serious about this whole internet thing.

Someday I'll grow up and hopefully it won't be too late.

I would like to be here again.

i have a blog

Sometimes I forget that. But, in all fairness I've been busy, like really busy. Two jobs and a new pup later all I want to do when I get home is crash but then there's a quick dog walk and dinner has to be cooked...and then next thing you know it's 12:30 AM and I am wide awake in bed with a snoring dog.

About said dog, she was a Valentine's gift from Dan and is a knee high, all white, girl boxer with the unfortunate name of Princess May. Other than the name she is great. Her hobbies are barking, sleeping, carrying her bone around and farting. She's also a talented cuddler. But in all honesty, she's a great dog and while I may be biased, I couldn't be happier that she's a boxer. If you live in Chicago and are looking for a dog, think about saving one from the city pound or from a shelter like PAWS, which is where our new girl is from.

Other than dogs and jobs I am patiently waiting (in my warm bed) for spring to get here. I can't wait for bikes and long walks with the new pooch and Sunday's in the park - these are things that I am good at. But, until then, I will just have to be good at renting movies and drinking whisky, both of which I believe I am pretty talented at.

A really long time ago we went to a Blackhawks game.

I recently found this picture at my parents. I look really evil.

Threadless after hours, robot vs. refrigerator.

Dan told me they were Valentine's chickens.

Dan and the little girl.

When we were brining her home. She has two different colored eyes, like David Bowie or Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman - you know you remember.

Come on baby light my fire

Actually no need, I am easily heated on my own. If you know me, you know my anger or rather how easily it can be brought out. I am not physically violent, rather my words act like little knives. Obviously this can be a problem. Recently I've had an incident which sparked my anger more than usual - I threatened to sue someone. Over what? A dog, and well to be honest, to scare the shit out of them. In the end it was more trouble than it was worth, as most things are, so I surrendered with the satisfaction and heavy belief in some other worldly retribution. Maybe they'll be met with some people crazier than them? I can certainly hope.

Aside from this recent circus it's the little things that drive me crazy. I got mad at someone on the bus the other day because they were laughing too loud. That isn't right, laughing should be something you can live with - however in my defense the bus was entirely full and quiet aside from the man with the loudest laugh ever. But it could be worse - laughing is beans next to people who cut their nails on the CTA (EWWWW and most annoying thing ever).

Moving on..Here's my last major annoyance of the first week of the new year - facebook updates. Recently women have been posting about their bra colors for breast cancer awareness - I don't really care. Actually I do, it is great advertising/awareness and there isn't any bad part about it. But some people are really annoyed by it - so I guess I am annoyed with the people who are annoyed by it. One word makes you think about breast cancer in relation to yourself which is the best thing that can happen - where's the wrong in that? Of course making a doctors appointment to get a check up would be best but giving yourself a self check up is good too. So to all you bra color updater haters (that's a mouthful) - step off! Be thankful that you're biggest worry is people's updates, it could be worse - like having breast cancer worse.

So on that note, 2010 will not be about me being mad. Last year it was about being less cynical, which thinking about now I don't know if it worked out too well. But the new year is dedicated to Sarah Bowman having a spring in her step, not a chip on her shoulder - or at least only getting angry at things that deserve it like those damn CTA finger nail cutters and people who don't go through the revolving doors even though it says so... Deep Breath... Yes, I will be less agitated and possibly share a few more of my smiles. I didn't have braces for nothing!

23

I am 23 now. My birthday always seems to creep up on me and this year was no exception - especially considering it fell on a Wednesday. It was fun and low key, and instead of treating myself to a new dress or something of the like I just took the day off and did errands. That should be the first clue that I am now not a fresh twenty something and with that it is the first time I can honestly say I feel older and also that I feel my age. I like the number 23 for some reason so hopefully it will be a good year.

Other than getting older I am trying to stay warm. Chicago had a cold summer and a warm fall and now suddenly it turned into winter. I woke up yesterday to snow and wondered where all of my time went. But now time will slow down and it will be winter until May, can't wait. At least now I can wear all fifty million of my jackets. I am looking forward to my mini break in KC over Christmas and also Diana's bachelorette party in Miami in April - yes I am already looking forward to April, sad.

Lurking hard or hardly lurking?

Just peek at my dashboard and you could learn a few things. Like...

1) My horoscope knows that I am not Britney Spears despite the fact that we have the same birthday. Oh and they spelled her name wrong - really? bad form.

2) Since when has CNN used the word "lurk"? They must have a bunch of 20 somethings writing their headlines. Looks like I should send a resume their way - who knows what kind of headlines I could come up with.

Other than that. Totally locked myself out of my house last night when I was taking the trash out. So what does a girl do when her roommate is out of town and doesn't want to call a locksmith? She walks to her brother's where they feed and house her. I don't know if it's a good or bad thing that there was no urgency for me to get back into my apartment, but managed to make it a day with only what I had on me - which was nothing. I guess my mom is right - it takes a village to raise me - or at least a lot of family members and close friends to keep an eye on me. I'll grow up one day - really!