A long long time ago I started an evil plan (for reference this is evil plan #39), I planted roots and purposely stepped back to watch it grow. As hard as it was, I had to forget about this plan cause I knew in the end it would be well worth it. Today � my day has come and life couldn�t be sweeter. I had to do a lot to get to the point I could do this. Not in the least, lie to good fair amount of people, but it was necessary for this matter to be totally forgotten about. Until today�

Yesterday when I returned from my lovely time in the South, I had a letter waiting for me… a ransom letter. Apparently people think they can grapple with Sabine and win. Haven�t you learned? I always win.

So in response to the letter �

(Read on …)

This weekend was wonderful. Thanks in large part to my friends.

Friday Night – I left fairly late and drove to Middleford. Moira and Liam had graciously offered to let me stay in their home despite the fact they weren’t going to be there. Moira is another friend that knows me entirely too well. When she was telling me about the home she described the kitchen in reference to the coffee maker and gave me directions to get to the Starbuck’s. I slept on their couch which was the best couch I have ever slept on before (yes Sarah - it is better than yours) and if it could have fit in the Beetle… they would be looking for a way to fill in the big empty spot in their living room.

I slept in a bit on Saturday, then got up and headed to site. I proceeded to have one of the best days I have had in a very long time. Saturday was one of those days that really makes me regret I am leaving. Highlights of the day:

1 – being able to spend the day with my camera getting some really good shots
2 – hearing His Majesty chant “Ogre Ball… Ogre Ball… Ogre Ball!”
3 – getting to watch said Ogre Ball
4 – spending a evening with my friends around a fire
5 – being able to assist a friend in checking off one of his “things to do before I die” (I was awfully flattered … ) … and then being told that I couldn’t blog about it ( I was awfully disappointed… )
6 – getting to wear “chalupas” (OMG – they are so comfy everyone needs 6 of these)
7 – sleeping in the Beetle turned comfy nest (it’s a really good thing I asked Armand to wake me up before he left… sleeping in my car pretty much meant that I was cut off from the world and as everyone was tearing down… I slept on not hearing a thing.)
8 – They made Gavin a Centurion!!!
9 – and all my friends telling me that I can’t leave and that they would miss me felt pretty damn good.

I headed home Sunday and dealt with the debacle… (the debacle is what happens when you entrust a key to your home to Sabine… you’ll get it back, but will it be the RIGHT key…)

All in all, a great weekend. Go see the photos!

The Budweiser Superbowl commercial that you won’t see next Sunday.

I can’t imagine why they decided this wasn’t a good idea to air…

So last night…I go to see Lyonette, to pick up my chupas First the Chupas so rock. They are going to make this rainy wet event totally bearable. Now of course some will be upset by the chupas since they cover the cleavage… but Lyonette and I decided that everyone knows what my cleavage looks like at this point (it has been the topic of many conversations) and if you really miss it you can just use your imagination.

But I did get to meet the neighbor… and he is cute and very sweet. But he’s breakable. And he blushes. And I suspect he found the “Lyonette and Sabine” show very entertaining, but hell who wouldn’t? Lyonette and I bring out the worst in each other and we both check our tact filters at the door… so from time to time we can both say something that can be considered a bit scandalous. Yeah, he may never be the same again.

So this weekend… I think I am going to sleep in my car … at least on Saturday night. I cleaned out the Beetle tonight. I figure that will make Val extremely proud. I have my papasan cushion in the back and I plan to fill it with pillows and blankets. Once its complete I suspect it may actually be more comfy back there than my own bed. Combine this with my chupas and I think this may have the makings of a great comfy relaxing event.

I start packing next week…

Sabine’s new hellhole…

No wonder Monday sucked so bad…

Damn this is hard. I didn�t think this would be as hard as it is, but damn. So *deep breath* I�ve been transferred. To Florida. As of April 1st.

Last Thursday there was a hint of something brewing. Yesterday my CEOs sat me down and laid out the plan. Our East Coast needs help and they have decided I am just the help it needs. Today I received my relo package and transfer papers.

Damn. I have known my entire time in Texas that a transfer would come sometime. I have been here 3 years and talked my way out of 2 already. I can�t talk my way out of this one.

So come out and say your goodbyes � here are the events I will attend before I leave.

Jan 28-30 Jagermeister II - Ffynnon Gath
Feb 11-13 Kingdom A&S - Elfsea
Mar 4-6 Queen’s Champion - Loch Soillier
Mar 14-20 Gulf War XIV

And that�s it - I�m done.

Please make an effort to come out to something and say goodbye. I have many friends across Ansteorra, and I worry that I won�t get a chance to say goodbye.

65 days and counting. love you. mean it.
~ Sabine

And did I mention we watched a metric shitload of movies? It was about the only thing I could comprehend. And since the resort provided us with 76 premium movie channels (did you know there were 14 HBO channels? humph) we ignored the golfing, boating, swimming, bicycling, food (well except for room service), and spa services (well except for the haircut).

And at this rate… I should have my challenge done May.

(Read on …)

This has been a stressful week. For those that don�t know for the past 4 days I have been in Florida for my company�s annual kick-off meeting. This is the meeting where everyone who is anyone gets together and gives their laundry list of what they need for their area, and then we all decide where are focuses are going to be and who is going to get taken care of and who will be left out in the cold. This was my first productive kick off. I went last year, but I was so new in my position and so new to being on the list of people who deserved to be there � that I basically sat in the corner and watched. This year I was ready or at least that is what I thought. Rat Bastards.

I was stressed enough that I let some chick at the resort talk me into cutting my hair. Now in her defense, she does work at one of the best spa/salons in Florida so she does know what she is talking about. It�s a really good cut. I still miss my hair though.

I was stressed enough that I allowed the boy to take me shopping and I spent entirely too much money on clothes. And when I complained that I wouldn�t be able to fit all of it in my luggage� he bought me new luggage. Its pretty luggage.

I was so stressed that when I left the resort to drive up to see my parents on Friday night� I didn�t even blink an eye when the boy said he should drive cause I looked tired. My mind wasn�t thinking clearly. It wasn�t until we were 10 minutes away that I realized the boy had just weaseled an invite to spend the weekend with my parents. He wooed my parents. That scares me. Actually what scares me is the hope in my Mother eyes that her daughter might just be getting over her issues and ready to commit. My fault really� fuck that� its all his fault� damn weasel.

I was so stressed that Sunday morning in a meeting with my CEOs, I sat there quiet and dumbfounded while they sketched out a plan to make this stress a constant thing. They may or may not have just totally turned my life upside down, and I don�t even really know. But I will know more by Friday, and either all Hell breaks loose or life proceeds normally until the next time my CEO gets a hair up his ass. In attempt to think logically with the information already given� I think my life is in for a ride. But I could be wrong, I have been wrong before. My boss likes to keep me wondering.

So I land at 11:00 am tomorrow. Someone get the gang together for my welcome back lunch. Someone call someone and get the ball rolling. Then someone can call me with details.

? ? ? Questions ? ? ?

Who is going to Jagermeister with me? More importantly � who is putting me up cause there is no way in hell that I am camping. Especially since my tent never quite made it back from Melees� And buying a new one would take brains� And mine have currently been sent back for maintenance. (Blessed Warranties�) I am willing to hotel it, if someone is willing to make it thoughtless and painless for me.

~ Sabine (In need of TLC)

the boy met the parents…

my hair is gone…

So today when posed with the choice of buying a new purse or new shoes� I choose the shoes. WTF? I think Lochlan may count that as a sign that the sixth seal is broken. Well at least I haven�t broken down and bought a Mac. Oh wait. Nevermind. I bought a Mac today as well. Yes my friends, in 3 to 4 weeks I will have one of these sitting on my desk.

The Mac Mini

I figure its about time for me to give Apple another chance and at $600 what do I have to lose?

Besides a world not dependent on Microsoft… I can get behind that.

Don’t ever say I never dared to do something. Today at Jason’s – I went in for Chicken Noodle Soup. I knew pretty much right off the bat that something had been screwed up. My total was $9.something instead of the normal $6.something. Did I say anything then? Nope. When I got my order in a bag that was so obviously NOT Chicken Noodle Soup? Nope. Cause I will eat just about anything. And maybe I will find my new favorite. So I took my SONCNS (so obviously NOT Chicken Noodle Soup) and went home. Wanna know what I ended up with? A cup of Chicken Noodle Soup (not the big bowl I had ordered) and a Chicken Pot Pie. I didn’t even know Jason’s made Chicken Pot Pies. You know what? It was damn good.

So thank you Jason’s Deli counter chick for fucking up my order! It made my day.

Tummy happy…

7 Rounders (1998) B

On loan from Allyson – Watched at Home – I like Edward Norton but he was a bastard in this film.

8 Lost in Translation (2003) A

On loan from Allyson – Watched on plane to Phoenix. Still don’t like Bill Murray.

9 Pros and Cons (2001) D-

On HBO in hotel room in Tucson. I am dumber for watching this. Reason #170 that I threw away my TV.

10 Driving Miss Daisy (1989) A-

On HBO in hotel room in Tucson. Almost made up for the previous movie. Almost.

11 The Bone Snatcher (2002) D

On loan from Allyson. Watched on flight to Vegas. Really Bad in the Kinda Good way, ya know?

12 The Boondock Saints (2000) A+

On loan from Allyson. I now understand why so many people really love this movie. This is great. I will be purchasing my own copy. OMG – Connor is hot.

13 Along Came Polly (2004) B+

On HBO in hotel room in Vegas. I really liked this movie. It wasn’t a great movie by any standards, but I could totally relate to the Polly character. It was kinda eerie.

There would have been another movie… but Philip couldn’t get off his ass to take me to see one last night. Of course he could drag me to Albertsons at 10 PM so he didn’t have to shop by himself. Then in typical Philip fashion… he breaks the self check out while scanning the last of the 40 items he bought. And we had to start all over… “Please wait for assistance.” “Please wait for assistance.” “Please wait for assistance.”… “Please wait for assistance.”

Up next:

14 - The Right Stuff – on Loan from Allyson
15 - The Ladykillers – on Loan from Allyson
16 - The Great Escape – on Loan from Val

and then after that – I have to go steal more movies from friends…

Sarah � get your fucking chainsaw and come back to Texas. My head is still attached to my body and it needs to be gone. Today. Only you love me enough to put me out of my misery�

Why me? Why sick? I can�t be sick. Not this week. Too many things. Not enough time. I so don�t have time to stop and hack up a lung. I have a meeting to plan. I have 3 presentations to do. I have a boy to seduce, damn it. But unless he finds phlegm sexy� I don�t see that happening.

Boy � humph. I think I have been tricked girls. I think I just may have found myself in a relationship. Yeah Sabine. Whoa. It didn�t really dawn on me till Thursday night in Vegas. When �

A) He bought me a diamond bracelet. For no reason.
B) A lady told me how lucky I was to have a husband like him.
C) When I checked out of the hotel � They referred to me as Mrs. Boy.
D) Oh and ummm � we�ve been together just shy of a year. How in the hell did that happen?

Now some of this is just my natural affinity towards men. This has gotten me in trouble in the past. Remember about a year ago when even my closest friends didn�t believe me when I told them I wasn�t anything more than friends with a certain boy? Yeah Yeah I understand we acted as if we had been married for 10 years, but we hadn�t. All of you were wrong. Oh so very very wrong, but noooo � none of you would believe Sabine.

So I understand part of this, but I think the boy is trying to lull me into complacency� and I think it may be working� and if he lives up to his offer to learn how to make pho from To Lan, I may have to marry him instead of Hannibal King. And if he offers to drive up here and take care of me� I�ll kick his ass.

Sarah � if you leave now you can be here before the Codeine wears off. Hurry.

$100.00 to the first person who steals me one of these.

I NEED ONE!!!

The are fake Starbucks cups that are attached to the roof of cabs with a magnet.

He had shirts made! And mine is in the mail! I love him!

(damn I wish he wasn’t happily married…)

This is going to be hard since I have 137 blogs on my list.

Choose 20 bloggers off your SIR list at random and say things about or to them. And you will never, ever confirm for these bloggers if what you said was directed at them (well there is a price for everything)

1) It scares me the amount of coincidences we have. We may share a mind.
2) I want to be you.
3) You exaggerate entirely too much.
4) You couldn�t tell a story to save your life.
5) I wish you weren�t already married.
6) I am disappointed in the people you have decided to befriend.
7) You need help. Preferably in the form of confinement to a medical facility.
8) I love you� but even I wouldn�t make the mistakes you have made in raising your kid.
9) I wish I had half of your intellect.
10) Where did you come from? And why do I like you?
11) There are very few people I wish would fall off the face of the earth. It sucks that you are one of them.
12) You need to grow up. Its time to recognize you live in the real world.
13) I have never met a man that can be such a whiny ass.
14) I don�t know why I consider it an honor to be your friend� but I do.
15) I wish you would choose a new life mate� This one doesn�t deserve you.
16) I�ve missed you. Glad to have you back.
17) You never criticize me for my writings� and for that I am eternally grateful.
18) You are the only prostitute I know.
19) You make me miss home.
20) I�d marry you tomorrow if you asked.

Phone Conversation between Sabine and Her Boss:

SABINE: Hello?
CEO : Hey.
SABINE: What can I do for you?
CEO : You are going to be in Denver next week, right?
SABINE: Yes sir. I arrive Monday morning and leave on Wednesday afternoon.
CEO : Good don�t make any plans for Monday night.
SABINE: ok is there somewhere I need to be?
CEO : I have a nephew that lives in Denver.
SABINE: ok�
CEO : He�s single.
SABINE: *laughs* single, huh ?
CEO : I�m not saying you have to marry him�
SABINE: *pauses*
CEO : today
SABINE: You know sir, I am not quite sure that would be a good idea.
CEO : He likes sushi.
SABINE: Well one dinner wouldn�t hurt.
CEO : I�ll have him call you
SABINE: I guess I can deal with a new boy�
CEO: Wore the last one out, didn�t you?
SABINE: (drops the phone so she can properly choke on her hot coffee)
CEO : So did you hear we lost 16 properties to the storms out West?
SABINE: Nope, Remember those aren�t my problems anymore.
CEO: Oh yeah. Why did I move you again?
SABINE: Cause you wanted to handle the day to day shit yourself?
CEO: Bitch�

And it digressed to our normal name calling blame game from there� so yeah Sabine has a hot date with The Nephew on Monday. Permit me to be excited. whoo�