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Name: Sarah
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Birthday: 11/17/1982


Interests: running to keep my legs nice n tone ;-), swimming, especially in the ocean (but jelly fish can kiss my ass), MTV, especially the Real World cuz i'm a dork and i get some sick thrill out of watching their drama, looking up quotes, reading, writing, listenin to good music, drinking beer, spending time with everyone i care about, roasting smores, and playing with puppies n kittens
Expertise: listening and giving advice (even though i'm not always so good at taking my own), being open and real so people feel comfy around me, cuddling, being intuitive, loving and forgiving people...oh yah, and i make a damn good PB&J
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Friday, April 14, 2006

Ya know, I used to think (and sometimes still do) that I'm so unlucky because I feel everything so deeply. When I lose someone, it's extremely difficult for me to let go...and in a way, it's bad, only because sometimes the feelings are so powerful that they override my drive for success and distract me from my goals.  But every time I get down on myself for being the way that I am, and taking things that people say to heart, and being maybe just a little too sensitive, I remind myself, that this is also what makes me "me."  And not only that, but this is also the exact part about me that allows me to love people with the intensity that I do.  Once I love someone, I love them forever, in one form or another...and I used to think that was a bad thing, that one day my heart would get too full or feel too empty from being broken too many times.  But nope, that's not the case...because even when I thought I couldn't love anyone as much as I loved J...I did.  I loved them in a different way, but loved them nonetheless.  So do I hate that some of my fun-lovingness is diminished during hard times? Of course.  But I have to keep telling myself...this is also what makes me unique, and allows me to make intuitive decisions, and feel things out.  If I weren't this way, I would have made 230890438 x's more mistakes than I already have!  I don't know why I'm telling this to the whole world...probably because I know hardly anyone reads this shit anymore.

On another completely unrelated note, I went to AMP's quarterly sales meeting this morning in Lisle.  It was so much fun! We had an Easter egg hunt and a couple of auctions, one silent, and one completely chaotic.  They served us lunch and I got to see all the people I went through the training class with...so all of that was a lot of fun.  But, I really don't know if this whole sales thing fits me. I want to be honest, and help others, and not have to bullshit, and not be caught up in Corporate America's vicious money-power-hungry world of evil.  It's just not me...but, I've invested so much time and effort that it would be stupid to quit this soon.  I have to stick it out, not for anyone else, but to prove to myself that I can do it.  And that I can do it well.  Some may call it stuborness, however I prefer strong-willed.

Hmmm...let's see. What else can I ramble about since I've heard lately from a few that I talk too much.  Once again, the sensitiveness is making me bitter about it. But whatever. I am who I am.  Maybe I do talk too much, but I'm a good listener too...at least...I thought I was...

I got a new pair of Steve Madden strappy sandals today...they're so cute and I can't wait to where them out! I also got a few new fancy tanks and these goucho linen khaki pants.  I've never thought of myself as materialistic, but lately, shopping has been a lifesaver.  For some reason, shopping makes me happy...I wish it didn't. But it does.  So does pampering myself...like tomorrow, I'm going to get my nails done.  I've always loved shopping, but it seems like I appreciate it even more when I'm not feelin' so hot.  I mean, sure, there are other things that still make me happy.  But shopping is definitely one of the best distractions out there.  

I also stopped in at Menard's today to see Jcrysl...but she wasn't there. Sadness. But I ran into Chris...and forgot how much I've missed him!  He made me feel so much better...I won't say why, but he did. He and Selena are one of the best married couples around.  Then Todd came up...and I was starving and he was feeling nice and offered to go get Chinese w/me over at this new place by the old Eagle.  It was so yummy! Defintiely gonna have to go back again. 

Talked to Steffie today...miss her but will see her soon in AL for her wedding.  Alright...I'm out.  The plan was to write until I felt sleepy enough to actually fall asleep and I have succeeded...so good night.  I hope everyone has a great Easter!         

   


Thursday, April 06, 2006

I'm sick of fighting, tired of being pissed, out of tears...I don't know what else to do, other than continue on with my life and hope for the best.  I still miss him so so much but there is absolutely nothing else I can do to save anything other than let things lie and try to move on. 

I'm gonna start by going to Church this weekend. Probably alone, since I don't really know anyone else who goes around here and my parents will be in Florida...but something's gotta give.  I can't let myself fall apart at the seams because I lost someone I cared about.  I'm actually completely shocked at what this whole thing has done to me.  It's been two years since I've let anyone get so close.  And two years since I've allowed anyone to effect me this way...In a way I'm proud because I finally let my guard down...and on the other hand, I'm dissappointed in myself for letting it happen again!  This last week has been an eye opener...I rediscovered some things about myself that I forgot even existed cuz I'd buried them for so long.  I'm so glad I have such a great family and friends...I wouldn't have ever made it through the week without them.  Gotta go...Crystal's birthday calls. 


Friday, March 31, 2006

A few people tried to convince me this week that honesty isn't always the best policy, especially in relationships.  Maybe it's partially true, and maybe there are certain things I need to learn to keep my mouth shut about, mostly to prevent from hurting the other person-- but, when it comes down to it, I'd rather be myself and genuine and honest and real than try and pick and choose what I should or shouldn't say.  One day there WILL be someone who loves me for me...even if I accidentally say a thing or two that hurts their feelings or temporarily bruises their ego. 

This week has been amazing, but amazing in a different way than last week.  I was challenged in a way I've never been challenged before.  Not just because of the rest of the AMP training , but because I was forced to block out any external interference and concentrate on the original goal I'd set out to do.  I was emotionally drained, even a little bitter, but I still forced myself to do what I had to do.  And I actually ended up doing pretty good--maybe even better if I hadn't had that "other stuff" to conciously block out of my mind.  It forced me to concentrate ten times harder than I ever would've had to before.

I've also been reminded of what it feels like to genuinely miss someone--and not just miss them because you're so accustomed to having them there, but miss them because you really miss them.  You always think once you make one mistake, you'll never make it again....but unfortunately, that's far from true.  Until you resolve the problem, you'll keep making the same mistake over and over again.  Lucky for me, I only make this certain "same mistake" with people I really care about!  But I've been thinking a lot, and talking a lot, and I think I've finally figured out why I do what I do.  So, now the goal is to fix it and make it better so I never ever have to go through this again.  Wouldn't that be great?!  

Despite the fact that everyone (even me sometimes) is telling me not to hold onto "hope," too tightly, I'm holding onto it until I'm ready to let go.  I'm sure the time will come, and I'm aware of that, but until then...it's my hope and I don't have to let it go.


Saturday, March 25, 2006

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By David Schwartz
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I had such an amazing week!  The training for American Marketing & Publishing was incomparable to any other job training I've ever had.  I'll be in Dekalb for one more week starting Monday, and honestly, I can't wait.  Being around positive people creates such an uplifting environment and it's pretty much impossible to allow yourself to be negative.  Though the week was truly a blessing, I definitely received some unpleasant news on the drive home.  I'd be lying if I said it didn't bring me back down a little--but luckily, because I'd grown so much in such a short time throughout the week, I was able to handle it in stride.  After I hung up, I drove in complete silence, and the only thing I could think was this...the ending of one thing is almost always the beginning of another.  Not only am I starting a new career, one which I think I'll be pretty content with for an indefinite time, but there's also that possibility that the end of this relationship will lead me into a better one, or maybe even, with enough time and hope, lead me back into the same relationship, but a significantly improved one.  I also couldn't stop thinking about what a step this was for him.  And even though I was hurting, I was also so proud of him for finally standing up for himself and breaking the unfortunate pattern he's allowed to accumulate in the past.  I think that's when you know you really care about someone.  The first time you think of their happiness before your own--not that you lessen the value or importance of your own happiness, but that without really even thinking, you instinctively think of how something's going to benefit them rather than yourself.  And for me, that's so huge.  It's been a while since I've thought so clearly about anything.  Something just tells me that this break up will be the best thing that's ever happened to me.  I think it's going to open a lot of doors to future happiness--wow.  Listen to me, I think I'm actually an adult.  haha.  No, but really, for some reason, this break up feels different than any other one I've ever been through.  Whether that be a direct result of what I experienced this week in training or the relationship itself, who knows.  All I know is that good things are going to happen.  They're coming his way, and mine too.  Just uncertain of the actual form they'll be arriving in.   But I'm okay with that.  Life is unpredictable and challenging and heartbreaking and I love it that way.  Later darlins. 


Tuesday, February 21, 2006

I came across an interesting article tonight...I don't buy all of it, but there are definitely some ideas that really sprung some ideas of my own.  Read and take it for what it's worth to you. 

Why We Love Who We Love
By Dr. Joyce Brothers

Have you ever known a married couple that just didn't seem as though they should fit together--yet they are both happy in the marriage, and you can't figure out why?

I know of one couple: He is a burly ex-athlete who, in addition to being a successful salesman, coached Little League, was active in his Rotary Club and played golf every Saturday with friends. Meanwhile, his wife is petite, quiet and a complete homebody. She doesn't even like to go out to dinner.

What mysterious force drives us into the arms of one person, while pushing us away from another who might appear equally desirable to any unbiased observer?

Of the many factors influencing our idea of the perfect mate, one of the most telling, according to John Money, professor emeritus of medical psychology and pediatrics at Johns Hopkins University, is what he calls our 'lovemap'--a group of messages encoded in our brains that describes our likes and dislikes. It shows our preferences in hair and eye color, in voice, smell, body build. It also records the kind of personality that appeals to us, whether it's the warm and friendly type or the strong, silent type.

In short, we fall for and pursue those people who most clearly fit our lovemap. And this lovemap is largely determined in childhood. By age eight, the pattern for our ideal mate has already begun to float around in our brains.

When I lecture, I often ask couples in the audience what drew them to their dates or mates. Answers range from 'She's strong and independent' and 'I go for redheads' to 'I love his sense of humor' and 'That crooked smile, that's what did it.'

I believe what they say. But I also know that if I were to ask those same men and women to describe their mothers, there would be many similarities between their ideal mates and their moms. Yes, our mothers--the first real love of our lives--write a significant portion of our lovemap.

When we're little, our mother is the center of our attention, and we are the center of hers. So our mother's characteristics leave an indelible impression, and we are forever after attracted to people with her facial features, body type, personality, even sense of humor. If our mother was warm and giving, as adults we tend to be attracted to people who are warm and giving. If our mother was strong and even-tempered, we are going to be attracted to a fair-minded strength in our mates.

The mother has an additional influence on her sons: she not only gives them clues to what they will find attractive in a mate, but also affects how they feel about women in general. So if she is warm and nice, her sons are going to think that's the way women are. They will likely grow up warm and responsive lovers and also be cooperative around the house.

Conversely, a mother who has a depressive personality, and is sometimes friendly but then suddenly turns cold and rejecting, may raise a man who becomes a 'dance-away lover.' Because he's been so scared about love from his mother, he is afraid of commitment and may pull away from a girlfriend for this reason.

While the mother determines in large part what qualities attract us in a mate, it's the father--the first male in our lives--who influences how we relate to the opposite sex. Fathers have an enormous effect on their children's personalities and chances of marital happiness.

Just as mothers influence their son's general feelings toward women, fathers influence their daughter's general feelings about men. If a father lavishes praise on his daughter and demonstrates that she is a worthwhile person, she'll feel very good about herself in relation to men. But if the father is cold, critical or absent, the daughter will tend to feel she's not very lovable or attractive.

What about opposites? Are they really attracted to each other? Yes and no. In many ways we want a mirror image of ourselves. Physically attractive people, for example, are usually drawn to a partner who's equally attractive.

In addition, most of us grow up with people of similar social circumstances. We hang around with people in the same town; our friends have about the same educational backgrounds and career goals. We tend to be most comfortable with these people, and therefore we tend to link up with others whose families are often much like our own.

Robert Winch, a longtime sociology professor at Northwestern University, stated in his research that our choice of a marriage partner involves a number of social similarities. But he also maintained that we look for someone with complementary needs. A talker is attracted to someone who likes to listen, or an aggressive personality may seek out a more passive partner.

It's rather like the old, but perceptive, saying on the subject of marriage that advises future partners to make sure that the holes in one's head fit the bumps in the other's. Or, as Winch observed, it's the balancing out of sociological likenesses and psychological differences that seems to point the way for the most solid lifelong romance.

However, there are instances where people of different social backgrounds end up getting married and being extremely happy. I know of one man, a factory worker from a traditional Irish family in Chicago, who fell in love with an African-American Baptist. When they got married, their friends and relatives predicted a quick failure. But 25 years later, the marriage is still strong.

It turns out that the woman was like her mother-in-law--a loving and caring person, the type who rolls up her sleeves and volunteers to work at church or help out people in need. This is the quality that her husband fell for, and it made color and religion and any other social factors irrelevant to him.

Or as George Burns, who was Jewish and married the Irish Catholic Gracie Allen, used to say: his marriage was his favorite gig, even though it was Gracie who got all the laughs. The two of them did share certain social similarities--both grew up in the city, in large but poor families. Yet what really drew them together was evident from the first time they went on stage together. They complemented each other perfectly: he was the straight man, and she delivered the punch lines.

There are certainly such 'odd couples' who could scarcely be happier. We all know some drop-dead beautiful person married to an unusually plain wallflower. This is a trade-off some call the equity theory.

When men and women possess a particular asset, such as high intelligence, unusual beauty, a personality that makes others swoon, or a hefty bankroll that has the same effect, some decide to trade their assets for someone else's strong points. The raging beauty may trade her luster for the power and security that come with big bucks. The not-so-talented fellow from a good family may swap his pedigree for a poor but brilliantly talented mate.

Indeed, almost any combination can survive and thrive. Once, some neighbors of mine stopped by for a friendly social engagement. During the evening Robert, a man in his 50s, suddenly blurted out, 'What would you say if your daughter planned to marry someone who has a ponytail and insisted on doing the cooking?'

'Unless your daughter loves cooking,' I responded, 'I'd say she was darn lucky.'

'Exactly,' his wife agreed. 'It's really your problem, Robert--that old macho thing rearing its head again. The point is, they're in love.'

I tried to reassure Robert, pointing out that the young man their daughter had picked out seemed to be a relaxed, nonjudgmental sort of person--a trait he shared with her own mother.

Is there such a thing as love at first sight? Why not? When people become love-struck, what happens in that instant is the couple probably discovers a unique something they have in common. It could be something as mundane as they both were reading the same book or were born in the same town. At the same time they recognize some trait in the other that complements their own personality.

I happen to be one of those who was struck by the magic wand. On that fateful weekend, while I was a sophomore at Cornell University, I had a terrible cold and hesitated to join my family on vacation in the Catskill Mountains. Finally I decided anything would be better than sitting alone in my dormitory room.

That night as I was preparing to go to dinner, my sister rushed up the stairs and said, 'When you walk into that dining room, you're going to meet the man you'll marry.'

I think I said something like 'Buzz off!' But my sister couldn't have been more right. I knew it from the moment I saw him, and the memory still gives me goose flesh. He was a premed student, also at Cornell, who incidentally also had a bad cold. I fell in love with Milton the instant I met him.

Milt and I were married for 39 years, until his death in 1989. And all that time we experienced a love that Erich Fromm called a 'feeling of fusion, of oneness,' even while we both continued to change, grow and fulfill our lives.
Dr. Joyce Brothers



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