Update! August 21, 2009

SO, I started my new job and “Chic Belle” yesterday. A very high priced boutique with two locations- I’ll work at both. Really nice place, great manager/part owner. She mentioned briefly that she thought I’d be moving up in her company which is GREAT. I make 2% commission on top of $7.00 hourly, she said that it averages out to be about $9.00 an hour. Some gals make up to $11.00 an hour. With jeans from $90 (cheapest) to $400 commissions should be pretty easy. (ish) Blouses and shirts run anywhere from $30 to $130. They also sell lots of “bling” which really means crystals. Some of the really expensive shirts don’t have sequins on them, but rather, CRYSTALS. Strange new world.

In about thrirty minutes I’m starting my other job and Pazzo’s Deli and Esspresso Bar. When I turned in my resume the owner was thrilled to see coffee shop experience. He said,

“Well, we have this espresso bar over here, but, none of us know how to use it!”

No problemo- coffee is fun fun fun to make. PLUS I don’t have to wear heels there!

James is still on the hunt, we talked deeply about the “advertising job” and it felt more like a scam than anything else. He probably wouldn’t have gotten a pay check for four weeks.

Josh is coming up either tonight or tomorrow, something tells me he’ll be here as soon as he can to be with his sweet-heart.

Life is starting to come together up here, even though James and I both have constant dreams and sleeping realities that we haven’t moved up here yet. The mind is a tricky, tricky vice.

We shall see what’s to come next! Thanks for everyone’s support.

With love,

Sara, James & Oz-Pawz

Unforgettable, In Every Way…. August 18, 2009

The sprinklers are currently trying their hardest to bring the chlorophyll back to the tips of the grass. Two shower the lawn with full potential- like their limbs are out and dancing around in circles. One sprinkler waters at half-mass while the other barely spits. A humming bird drinks from the falling droplets, in full flight.

Today has truly been a day of greatness for us. James got a job in advertising today, to my knowledge he’ll be setting up and explaining technical displays in various types of stores. One word: Salary. 

I went to two interviews today, one at an Aquarium about 10 miles away in Sandy. I was actually supposed to go tomorrow to see the “hiring assistant” but accidentally went today and OOPS met the actual manager instead. After a pleasant interview he let me walk around and see all the insane creatures there- including a shallow pool where you may PET the STING RAYS. (I didn’t touch ‘em!) As I was walking around an employee stopped to talk to me,

“You’re the girl that just interviewed with Max, right?…. He came into the office and said ‘This girl’s in… she’s a keeper!’”

She went on to tell me NOT TO STRESS, I’ll get the job. I like her already.

Then, a few hours later I was waiting at an open interview at the Cheesecake Factory and met SOMEONE FROM KANAB! I didn’t know her but she looked insanely familiar so I finally asked if maybe I had a class with her when I went to the University of Utah. NO. I asked where she was from and she said

“Oh, I’m from Kanab, a little town in Southern Utah……”

I stopped here there- BUT I’M FROM KANAB! She graduated about 5 years ago so we didn’t know each other but, I suppose I just knew that Kanabite look.

As for the interview, it seemed to go well. The manager interviewing me had the enthusiasm of koala bear but, said he’d pass my application on with a star next to ‘Server’

Meanwhile, on the home front, we’ve had guests and old friends over for giant sized movies on the living room wall. AND best of all, OSCAR HAS LEARNED TO BOB FOR APPLES in our awesome trough. I threw in about eight apples and he will take every single one out and lay it on the lawn just so carefully.

“Baby Puppy”

Got this one by the stem!

It’s official, the three of us are all so happy here. And I know Josh will be at peace in our home as well.

More pictures of the house will come soon….when I feel like it’s in SOME sort of order.

Thanks for all your support, Friends and Family. Always happy to hear from you!

X’s & O’s

Sara Ann & Oscar and James by default.

Taylorsville UT, Home Sweet Home July 28, 2009

SO

At long last Josh, James, Oscar and I are happy and proud to say WE FOUND THE PLACE!

We held a little ceremony on the hardwood floors of the living room and uttered the words all us Utahns know so well

“This is the place, this is the place.”

OK, maybe we weren’t on the floor uttering things BUT you get the idea.

Our land-lord was equally thrilled. His wife had talked to Josh on the phone and told her husband that we were the ones. The husband (Wilbert) told us his wife is “Very good at reading people, ya know? And she had good feelings about you!” Thank god, someone who still operates slightly out of the abstract. (Our kinda people).

I guess the last tenants were horrid to the house- SO the WHOLE kitchen is brand new (excluding appliances) but as a whole,

~~~We’re the first ones to break it in and make it feel like home. Lucky us- the previous tenants even ruined the carpet. SO they tore up the carpet

THIS is my kitchen!!!!

and refinished the skinny wood planks that have been hidden for years.~~~

Built in 1953, brand new PLUMBING and WINDOWS

This is the Place.

Passion April 25, 2009

April 28, 2008- written a year ago almost exactly and still rings true (to me at least)

I’m not sure what this quality is I posses; I feel a need to be in constant motion. I’m not one of those people who is constantly busy with new projects springing up all the while, no, I am much more at peace. It’s my brain that craves information, analyzation, whatever. I over-think and rethink everything that enters my brain, or so it seems. I refuse to believe these terms carry a derogatory tone because I do not feel it is in bad taste to think things through. Shakespeare’s plays would’ve been shit without the double meanings and the twisted, well developed characters. So I ask, what is wrong? Why am I socially prohibited from figuring things out?                                                                                                 And there-in lies the true problem.
It seems to me thinking has becoming over-rated. Knowledge is in slow decline, giving way to stupidity. Proof is everywhere, look at any given idol of Western Civilization, the women are expected to be ditsy and men seem to be incoherent. Giving women the excuse to be  completely conceded and men the excuse to be completely detached.
Well I REFUSE. I don’t want any friends, one sex or another, who cannot hold an intelligent conversation. Even with my more “intelligent” friends I find our conversations are saturated with popular culture, holding on to views given to us instead of found by us. What is the state of youth? I want to wave a hand in front of some faces, snap my fingers behind their ears, grab them by their shoulders and shake their brains into activation.
What does it say about me that I don’t get along with anyone in my age bracket? I can’t even stand to party with them! I refuse to subject myself to idiocracy that has replaced democracy, I refuse to watch slap-stick comedy instead of intellectually stimulating entertainment. And, I will not apologize. I REFUSE. Sometimes I honestly feel sick to be a part of something in such a decline… but the decline isn’t what bothers me, it’s the lack of passion, the lack of fight left in the souls of the youth. “Protesting doesn’t do a thing” Well it did, once, when people cared.
So now, as it seems, we’ll let them deteriorate. What else can we do? We the people with knowledge, with feelings, with OPTIONS will accept the reality of the television generation; Let them rot, let them become massively obese and even more depressed. Let us, the truth-seekers, the adventurous, the free-spirited take over the world. Let’s change things. We’re due for a revolution, aren’t we? Let’s do it. Let’s ask:

WHERE IS YOUR F—ING PASSION???!?

Salt Lake City April 5, 2009

It’s been a long winter, with newness and hardships to conquer. James and I have made it through, even if at times the struggle is more evident than the immediate reward. Flagstaff is a nice, fun little city and we will be sad to see it fade into our past, but, these last few months have been leading up to one thing only: change.

There’s been too much drama in this small area of coverage we call our daily lives. From the apartments complaining weekly about the “overwhelming” dog shit, confusing our rent, sending us threatening letters that are not applicable, and then to work- where the drama seeds from people who are so bored they’ll create any entertainment. James’ layoff was basically the icing on the cake shoving the facts in our faces that in Beautiful Flagstaff there are; Few well paying jobs, extremely high rent, and few truly great friends. Leah and Eric’s big move into the Phoenix area was also a contributing factor. I feel a little spoiled picking up and moving under such circumstances when I think of my family in Detroit, hoping for some glue to keep their city together.

It’s always sad to say goodbye, but that feeling is quickly replaced with the enticing rush of unfamiliarality. A new city, a new path, a NEW JOB! New friends as well but most importantly, two of the closest souls to me will be in fact, in my home. These last two years Josh and I have been moving this way and that, in opposite directions…[of the country!] The fact that I will be surrounded by the people who offer the most companionship and love I’ve ever known will be more than enough solace.

Tomorrow we begin the accent to Northern Utah in hopes of finding everything we’ve been looking for; a NICE rental managed by someone with a higher intellect than a third grader, possibly a job, but mostly, a vision of what’s to come.

So, with more than enough hope, a fuel for adventure and the beauty of uncertainty

we’s a movin’!

Sara Ann Sivley

Sara’s Spring Fitatta March 2, 2009

James and I both bought cartons of eggs so, I had to do something!!!

You may want to cook it at 350 instead of 400, this elevation is a mysterious thing in my oven.

I guess I can attribute my first Sara Original Recipe to my old peeps at The Inn at Four-Ten, Leroux St. Deeeelisssshhhh!

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Shopping List

1 Bunch of Asparagus, lightly steamed still firm, cut into bits

Cheese-Colby Jack.   >You can also add a tarter cheese on the top.

About 6-8 eggs

Milk but Cream will make it fluffier.

Artichoke hearts (bottled/canned), sliced.   >You can get seasoned hearts in bottles.

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I used a square pan, but circles are more… “proper” [For G-Ma Marge's Sake]

Preheat oven to 400 degrees, grease pan with stick butter.

Chop asparagus already steamed or steam it in pieces, layer in bottom of pan.

Add some grated cheese -this keeps all the pieces together so add a little extra.

Whisk your eggs, milk/cream, salt, pepper any other seasonings and pour over the asparagus.

Add diced artichoke hearts

A little extra cheese

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Cook approximately 20 minutes or until it’s firm to a little oven-mitten shake.

Count on some extra fluffage that may fall!

Add any delicious veggies of your own and let me know.

A moment to Breathe February 26, 2009

Finally I feel I have emerged from below the surface and am collecting air as quickly as my lungs will take it. It’s interesting to me, as an American, to spend to majority of my time weekly in a place I dispise. At first, I would refer to Dillards as ridiculous, then frustrating, but now…. now it’s just bull shit (pardon my refrained french). There are days I want to walk out and quit solely for the reason that I would never have to return to the store again. Other days, I don’t mind being usless.

Currently reading a passed-on book, Marge probably gave it to Sue who gave it to me. Snow Flower and the Secret Fan, a story written most elequently about the hard endured time served by unfortunate Chinese women in the mid to late 1800’s. What a horrible experience living must have been! All throughout the writing it seems you can feel the heartache of all generations of women who have no say, no opinions, and generally, not much of a future.

I feel humbled though, all the sudden keeping up with my household chores isn’t so bad, considering the way technology has made doing such a part time activity. I don’t have to wash every dish with hauled in water, sparing every drop, laundry hardly consists of scrubbing…. it’s interesting; How lazy and how spoiled we’ve become.

I guess, overall, my mood today is one of great respect and fulfillment to the life I lead (outside of certain department stores). No matter what happens I have decided to reject the typical American ideals that work is life, it’s altogether too depressing. My happiness, my joy, my love comes from, and is directed towards the people, (and puppies) I’ve found along this journey.

So, at least for the day, Thanks for making my life rich as you, reader, have surely done. In one way or another you have influenced the person I am- and today I like that very much.

Sara Ann W. Sivley

DreadHead February 4, 2009

I truly loved my hair in dreadlocks.

I know some people would agree and others would drastically cheer for my latest style; but one way or another I will always be a little rasta, a little hippy and just a little friggin’ lazy! One main reason I wanted dreads was to keep my vanity in check. With a little LESS to do and nothing ya can do to change your mind, you’re forced to accept the facts. AND be happy about it.

I would have kept the dreadlocks in if my lifestyle was a little more fitting for it. I WISH I was outdoors more, had a job that would put there frequently, but I don’t. As of right now I take too many showers and my scalp would get dry…not to mention to WEIGHT! Did you know an average person of shoulder-length hair sheds something like 100 strands of hair A DAY?! That is all hair that was locked up and not goin’ anywhere.

I bet my neck muscles are killer!

One excuse or another, it was fun and I hope to find a reason to have dreads again! you just never know what’s a comin’

Sara Ann Sivley

Zumbaaaaaaa! January 26, 2009

Boston, Boston, Boston …..well, Quincy too.

It’s great here. The cold is different from the mountainous cold I’m use to at 7,000 ft. The Sea’s chill is much harsher. It was humorous to me after several hours of dancing and more or less pouring sweat to walk outside in nylon pants and a belly-shirt somewhere under the layers of coats and scarves… BUT I will be certified to teach the Fitness Dance class called Zumba now. It’s a little Latin infused and a lotta fun. The creator of Zumba grew up in Columbia and came to the U.S without anything close to a benefit. Somehow, he started dancing! Twenty-five years later Beto himself came to Boston and showed some 300 plus women how to do it! Honestly, I was astounded with the way he could move. He put on a middle eastern infused song to warm up to and holllllly shit (only discriptive words possible).

The six-packed absolutely ripped Colombian lifted up his shirt and moved in ways I didn’t think were physically possible for men. He’s better than most belly-dancers I’ve seen!  Absolutely Incredible.

Zumba, to me really is a Party. When the music comes on you can’t NOT move to it. What I really want to encourage in my future classes is to simply MOVE. I can show you some steps and if it gets too complex, who cares! Just tap into that little dancer inside and find out what you’re made of! Americans suppress the Dance… and as of now I’m workin on embracing it in all of us.

It’s going to take me some time, I wish I could teach a great class after eighteen hours of training but, I still gotta work on my steps. Following and Leading are two very, very different games.

I’m hoping to find a market for Zumba Fitness in Flagstaff, so if you’re interested- let me know!

Grandma Marge January 11, 2009

Mainly I recall in my memories that Marge was the finest lady I’d ever met. Grace in everything she did. A hidden drawer of pearls  and crystals showed me the inside or my dear grandma’s past. The class seemed to seep out of her. The way she organized absolutely everything… I remember looking through her drawers and cupboards constantly trying to find a mess. She was a lady without a junk drawer, without a pile of messy clothes in the laundry room. Somehow and I still cannot quite understand how, a single lady with a single puppy named Boogey occupied a three bedroom house without ever leaving any kind of mess anywhere.

In this way and many others I think I’ve always understood my Grandmother Marjory Jones, Weitzman, Crane as a woman of distinct grace, beauty and most of all mystery. In a drastically abstract way, I feel that my Grandma taught me things without communicating them. Teaching me wisdom and inner beauty, the appreciation thereof, and also, how to dress up!

Something is to be said for the lady who starts a legacy… and as far as I can tell only beautiful, wonderful, lovely things have come out of Marge’s life. These things far surpass me, and also encompass me. I’ve learned so much from you, Grandma, and I will never be done finding the lessons you’ve planted in me.