Googling myself just got interesting

You know how when we have spare time, we google ourselves? Yeah, don't pretend you don't do this. It's irresistable. Anyway, I googled myself today, and I found not one but TWO Harry Potter fanfiction stories (here and here) featuring a character named Sadie Fischer (and no, they are not erotic fanfiction stories, so no worries). They appear to be by two different writers, but maybe one was inspired by a character the other created. I am a pretty big Potter fan, and I think I would have remembered if there was a character named Sadie Fischer. I'm pretty sure. So, yeah. It's fun to google yourself.

This is much better than the time I googled myself in college and found a local band called "Kill Sadie." That was just scary. I kept wondering who I had pissed off and hoping it was just a clever title, not a manifesto. But their wikipedia page explains the origin of the name, which I don't recall involving me...

I Hate Thinking of Titles

I have been in overdrive for the last two weeks or so. I have had ridiculous amounts of things to do for work, and lots of personal issues at work that have been weighing on me a lot. I am happy to announce that I am pretty much caught up on life, so now it will be time to play.

One of the biggest stressors for me has been the process of applying to be a part of the College in the Schools program through the U of M. I obsessed about my application, revising and revising my letter and resume (which still ended up with a typo in it, btw). I had an interview last evening, which mostly went well, but I am of course continually thinking of how I could have answered things more articulately or in new ways that would better show my qualifications. Anyway, the point is I am done. I have nothing left to do but wait for them to contact me next week and let me know if I made the cut.

So, what will I do with my time now? Watch more tv? Clean my basement? Frolick through daisy fields? Only time will tell.

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I have been dieting for 2.5 weeks. I can't say exactly how much I am down, because I didn't begin official weigh ins until last Monday, but my unofficial tally is 10 pounds. I am pretty happy with my progress so far. But I really miss eating crap. Figurative crap, that is. It's so yummy.

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On another note, I am very excited that the Vikings picked up Thomas Tapeh, a boy I graduated high school with (Go Govies!). I wasn't really friends with him, but I cheered for him (the whole team, really) and we had mutual friends, so we ended up at some of the same functions and parties. He is a nice guy. He has been an Eagle since college, but now it seems he is coming home again. It will be fun to cheer for him as a Viking.

Here is his wikipedia page. I wish I had a wikipedia page about me. Someday...

Utopia Reborn

There once was a period of great joy, beauty, and comedy. People from California to North Carolina, from Boston to St. Paul, and from Sauk Centre to St. Cloud were united in their commitment to community. It was an era I like to think of as "The Age of Xanga."

Over the past two years, it seems people have come to realize something: Xanga sucks. We dispersed near and far. Some ventured to MySpace. Some travelled to Blogspot. Some disappeared from my radar altogether. This saddens me.

So, I have decided that I am not happy with the blogs I have at the moment. They are all topical. I need a place to just write about the witty goings-on of daily life. That is the new direction for Cruelty-Free Mommy. I encourage everyone else--all you ex-xanga folks and anyone else--to do the same, on Blogger (cause myspace sucks {not a personal judgement: it crashes and freezes on me all the time}). Let's all stay in contact and amuse each other. It will be great.

It this is successful, I will try to bring back other fun things, like playing freeze tag and wearing overalls.