Happy New Year!
Sorry I have been neglecting you! This time of year is always a bit hectic. Nevertheless, I have some resolutions.
1. no fast food at all.
2. no fried food.
3. work on my personal peace.
Number 3 stems from the desire to be a wiser and more calm person. If you can find peace no matter the situation, no one can ruin your day. No situation can alter the person you want to be. If you think about how often our day can be "ruined" because of one comment, or one person cutting us off. Once we are upset, the rest of our day things that usually don't bother us now drive us mad. I want to release myself from the power of others.
I am very excited about this year!
Good luck to everyone with all their dreams and resolutions this year!
Friday, January 6, 2012
Saturday, December 10, 2011
COOKIES!
Let's just say my favorite sesame street character is, and always will be, cookie monster. In fact, I damn near lead a revolution when he was temporarily the "veggie monster." WTF!
TANGENT
Does anyone want to know why all these kids don't eat healthy? BECAUSE OF THEIR PARENTS. I watched cookies monster everyday as a kid and barely ever got freaking cookies. Your kids are still overweight, because of you. Not because of teachers, or television, or whatever else you blame it on.
>> back to regular scheduled program
Ok, I am refocused to my love of cookies. Despite my recent stomach issues, I made some cookies at my mama's house - and ate a few. I did indeed have stomach upsetness afterwards due to my mystery virus. However, I feel it was worth the sacrifice. Cookies are too good not to be shared.
Since I cannot give you all cookies, I will give you some pics!
TANGENT
Does anyone want to know why all these kids don't eat healthy? BECAUSE OF THEIR PARENTS. I watched cookies monster everyday as a kid and barely ever got freaking cookies. Your kids are still overweight, because of you. Not because of teachers, or television, or whatever else you blame it on.
>> back to regular scheduled program
Ok, I am refocused to my love of cookies. Despite my recent stomach issues, I made some cookies at my mama's house - and ate a few. I did indeed have stomach upsetness afterwards due to my mystery virus. However, I feel it was worth the sacrifice. Cookies are too good not to be shared.
Since I cannot give you all cookies, I will give you some pics!
CHOCOLATE CHIP AND ALMOND COOKIES
BUTTER BALL COOKIES
ADORABLE CHASE EATING COOKIES
All pics taken on my iphone. Chase, by the way, is 2 years old and rockin a flyers jersey. Yes, he is freaking adorable!
Injury Chart
My friends... nothing is ever easy!
Let me tell you how painful my last few days have been!!!
1. INVISIBLE GLASS
It all started with a shattered glass cup a week ago. I thought I got all the pieces up. However I have been HAUNTED by little shards. The first piece that logged in there, I was able to fish out. Possibly due to the blood. However, the other day another piece got up in there. For the life of me I can NOT find it! As soon as I lift my foot i cant feel it anymore. If apply pressure while its upturned, I don't feel it. And it hurts. Every step.
2. MYSTERY FINGER CUTS
I have a chunk of skin off the knuckle of my thumb, and then a cut on my pointer and middle fingers. On the side, next to the knuckle. Apparently, everything I touch I use this part of these two fingers. Who knew? I hypothesize it is happening in my sleep. I am a kinda crazy sleeper and have recently been waking myself in the middle of the night when my face connects with the wall in some fit of dream movement. Cuts? In my sleep? Trust me, it is feasible with me.
3. THE PURPLE BIG TOE NAIL
This one is the serious one. It all started when I let my toenails get too long. I know, lol. But it happened. It seems that my long toe nail was jamming up against the front of my shoe as I walked. Well, it jammed up one too many times. I theorize my toe nail is disconnecting from my skin. It is, AT LEAST, as painful as it sounds. Every step is pain. Plus, the invisible glass is lodged in this very foot. In fact, on the opposite side as the toe. So no matter where I put my weight it hurts. (ps. I have trimmed the nail, but it is still getting worse)
4. JOGGING AGAIN
I have been jogging again. Which is good news, but bad news for my feet. Owwww! Running on glass infested, toe nail coming off feet is no bueno. Oh, and apparently the path I have been running is longer than I thought. I actually ran 3 miles this morning instead of the 2 I thought it was. VICTORY! (painful, but victorious!)
5. STRANGE STOMACH VIRUS
I have heard that this is going around, but I cannot verify. Last week I was even out of commission a day and a half due to this stomach virus that makes me feel like I have the flu, without actually having it. The worst part is, the bastard will not go away. I haven't had an appetite, and when I do I feel bad after eating. And anyone who knows me, knows I love food. This is uncomfortable and a bit sad.
In summary, whether I grab something, write something, walk, run, eat, or apparently dream, I am hurting myself. Deep sigh. This is life...lol
A little extra, thanks to the amazing iphone! Painful jog as it was... it was beautiful to watch the sunrise!
_________
UPDATES HAVE BEEN REQUESTED: (Jan 6)
1. INVISIBLE GLASS (in my foot)
This has disappeared thank goodness! It actually got kinda bad. I was walking on the heel of my foot. I think it got worse as my big toe felt better. Maybe the big toe pain was overshadowing the glass pain. lol. But its 100% gone and feels fine now!
2. MYSTERY FINGER CUTS
These have healed up too. yay! And luckily haven't gotten anymore. Recently I have strange bruises on my legs - I must be a maniac when I sleep. But in the winter who cares!
3. THE PURPLE BIG TOE NAIL
This one has been the most interesting. I no longer have any pain, but the purple has not gone away. It has just gotten darker. Essentially it is black now. And the other big toe is now slightly purple. It went though a day or two of being a little sore. I am thinking it is my running shoes. I need to invest in some quality shoes ASAP. I am a procrastinator though. Missy (whom I plague with pic messages of my hideous toe that say "my lucky toe says good morning") thinks I need to see a doctor immediately. Eh... I'm not sweating it. I know this is bad but doctor shmoctor.
4. JOGGING AGAIN
yay! this isnt really a problem... except that this past week I really haven't been as much. I have still been at the gym though!
5. STRANGE STOMACH VIRUS
All gone! I already had acid issues before the virus. So I still have some issues with that sometimes. But I still do not know what the stomach virus I had was.
In SUMMARY, I am feeling pretty good. I also jump started a new diet regime today. NOOOO, not "diet" as in starve myself so pump the breaks. I would never be able to starve, I am way too grumpy when I am hungry lol. "Diet" as in my lifestyle of eating! I am hoping with this new lifestyle I can live longer and healthier and have less stomach acid issues.
thanks for caring guys!
Let me tell you how painful my last few days have been!!!
1. INVISIBLE GLASS
It all started with a shattered glass cup a week ago. I thought I got all the pieces up. However I have been HAUNTED by little shards. The first piece that logged in there, I was able to fish out. Possibly due to the blood. However, the other day another piece got up in there. For the life of me I can NOT find it! As soon as I lift my foot i cant feel it anymore. If apply pressure while its upturned, I don't feel it. And it hurts. Every step.
2. MYSTERY FINGER CUTS
I have a chunk of skin off the knuckle of my thumb, and then a cut on my pointer and middle fingers. On the side, next to the knuckle. Apparently, everything I touch I use this part of these two fingers. Who knew? I hypothesize it is happening in my sleep. I am a kinda crazy sleeper and have recently been waking myself in the middle of the night when my face connects with the wall in some fit of dream movement. Cuts? In my sleep? Trust me, it is feasible with me.
3. THE PURPLE BIG TOE NAIL
This one is the serious one. It all started when I let my toenails get too long. I know, lol. But it happened. It seems that my long toe nail was jamming up against the front of my shoe as I walked. Well, it jammed up one too many times. I theorize my toe nail is disconnecting from my skin. It is, AT LEAST, as painful as it sounds. Every step is pain. Plus, the invisible glass is lodged in this very foot. In fact, on the opposite side as the toe. So no matter where I put my weight it hurts. (ps. I have trimmed the nail, but it is still getting worse)
4. JOGGING AGAIN
I have been jogging again. Which is good news, but bad news for my feet. Owwww! Running on glass infested, toe nail coming off feet is no bueno. Oh, and apparently the path I have been running is longer than I thought. I actually ran 3 miles this morning instead of the 2 I thought it was. VICTORY! (painful, but victorious!)
5. STRANGE STOMACH VIRUS
I have heard that this is going around, but I cannot verify. Last week I was even out of commission a day and a half due to this stomach virus that makes me feel like I have the flu, without actually having it. The worst part is, the bastard will not go away. I haven't had an appetite, and when I do I feel bad after eating. And anyone who knows me, knows I love food. This is uncomfortable and a bit sad.
In summary, whether I grab something, write something, walk, run, eat, or apparently dream, I am hurting myself. Deep sigh. This is life...lol
DIAGRAM 1: SARAH INJURY CHART
Yes, I would like to be babied.
DIAGRAM 2: THE PURPLE TOE NAIL
I am not kidding when I tell you that my toe nail is purple. And truth be told, it is a very beautiful hue, if I do say so myself. Not the usual dark bruise purple.
A little extra, thanks to the amazing iphone! Painful jog as it was... it was beautiful to watch the sunrise!
_________
UPDATES HAVE BEEN REQUESTED: (Jan 6)
1. INVISIBLE GLASS (in my foot)
This has disappeared thank goodness! It actually got kinda bad. I was walking on the heel of my foot. I think it got worse as my big toe felt better. Maybe the big toe pain was overshadowing the glass pain. lol. But its 100% gone and feels fine now!
2. MYSTERY FINGER CUTS
These have healed up too. yay! And luckily haven't gotten anymore. Recently I have strange bruises on my legs - I must be a maniac when I sleep. But in the winter who cares!
3. THE PURPLE BIG TOE NAIL
This one has been the most interesting. I no longer have any pain, but the purple has not gone away. It has just gotten darker. Essentially it is black now. And the other big toe is now slightly purple. It went though a day or two of being a little sore. I am thinking it is my running shoes. I need to invest in some quality shoes ASAP. I am a procrastinator though. Missy (whom I plague with pic messages of my hideous toe that say "my lucky toe says good morning") thinks I need to see a doctor immediately. Eh... I'm not sweating it. I know this is bad but doctor shmoctor.
4. JOGGING AGAIN
yay! this isnt really a problem... except that this past week I really haven't been as much. I have still been at the gym though!
5. STRANGE STOMACH VIRUS
All gone! I already had acid issues before the virus. So I still have some issues with that sometimes. But I still do not know what the stomach virus I had was.
In SUMMARY, I am feeling pretty good. I also jump started a new diet regime today. NOOOO, not "diet" as in starve myself so pump the breaks. I would never be able to starve, I am way too grumpy when I am hungry lol. "Diet" as in my lifestyle of eating! I am hoping with this new lifestyle I can live longer and healthier and have less stomach acid issues.
thanks for caring guys!
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
FREE NO MORE???
So.... with the exception of some quote posts that are a smidge more serious, this blog is a "let's all have fun" type of blog.
However, I am actually a very principled person that likes to look into different things, and not always accept what the news tells me. Why? Because EVERYONE has an agenda. I have recently heard rumors of some bill that could be passed that would end our bill of rights. I was kind of in disbelief, however I came across this video.
PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE watch this video.
please be aware
This is a real Bill. For a link for information on the Library of Congress website, please click here.
The Switching Game
Missy and I are very close in age.
When we were young children, people often thought we were twins. (Was it the
matching scrunchies and jelly shoes?)
DIAGRAM 1: ARE WE TWINS??
Perhaps the jelly shoes and the scrunchies; and during the holidays our matching leggins, Christmas sweaters, scrunchies with tiny bells, and tube socks (Thank you Trisha! lol)
It did not take long for my parents to
realize to get us the exact same of everything. Why?
Because we fought over everything.
Even air. But in the end I ALWAYS GOT THE BETTER ONE. It did not matter which
one of us initially received what.
How was this possible? Well through
one of the following methods:
1. I was lucky enough to actually
get the better one.
2. Missy got the better one and I convinced Missy to switch with me through guilt or pity tactics
3. Missy got the better one and
refused to switch with me. Until… I convinced her mine was better and she would
then beg me to switch
4. Missy initially got better
one and I just decided I would like mine better until I believed it. Then
Missy would beg me to switch and I would refuse.
In the end, Missy always wanted the
one I wanted her to have and I got the one I wanted to have.
Poor missy. She never had a chance
because she would take pity on me but I was STRICTLY business.
One of the most infamous instances
was when I convinced her to switch a coveted stuffed animal cat (that
purred…hello? AWESOME!) with my useless fools gold I got on a field trip. Now,
I actually did like my fools gold. But I loved that cat. Missy even told me
recently that she KNEW, as we were in negotiations, that there was no actual
use for the fools gold. It was even called “FOOLS gold.” But for some reason
she switched with me. Perplexes us both to this day.
DIAGRAM 2: BEST CAT EVER OR FOOLS GOLD?
This stuffed animal cat was way more awesome than it looks here.
I adored it for YEARS. Poor Missy regretted it for YEARS!
I tell you all of this to set up
the following story:
One time we got these little
carousel horses. Missy had the purple haired purple one and I had the white
with yellow haired one. I did not want mine. I wanted Missy's.
A CHRONICLE OF MY ATTEMPT:
"Missy you are blonde so you
should have the blonde one."
She's kept playing with her perfect
purple horse
"No I really like this one
Sarah."
She kept smiling and playing.
Little bastard.
"Ok well I just thought you
would want this one since it is better and you say I am always getting the
better one."
I got her interest. Reluctantly she
asked:
"How is that one better? I
like mine"
This was my chance. Gotta do this
right.
"Well..."
I had nothing. I needed to think
fast.
"... You see the colors of the
roses in this horse’s hair? Isn't that one of your favorite colors? Plus there
is no such thing as purple horses, so you would have the more realistic one. No
one could say, your horse is so unrealistic. Trust me missy you are gonna
want this horse."
She was looking at me like I was
the devil trying to trick her.
"Sarah, you always trick me
and end up getting the better one. You always do. I switch or we switch twice
or you make yours look better and I always regret it. I still regret giving up
that cat. This time I'll just keep this one. I like it a lot. "
This appeal to me emotion should
have made me feel guilty. I should have said ok fine Missy, you should have at
least ONE thing you prefer over mine. But I just could not.
After another 10 minutes of attempting to convince her she would not budge. I was in unfamiliar territory.
"Ok that's fair. So, I noticed
your horses tail is kinda
long. Do you want me to trim it? I'm gonna trim
my horses tail as well. "
My plan was this: to trim the tail too short so that Missy would no longer want hers and switch with me. Obviously, it was no longer about actually having the better horse. It was about getting Missy to switch with me. It was purely principalities that kept me going.
I do not recall how I convinced Missy,
or if I just went behind her back. But I sure enough trimmed the hell outta
that horse's tail. In fact as soon as I did it I regretted it immediately. Then
I didn't want it anymore. My plan went too perfectly. Missy was horrified at
my actions and the state of her purple horse. She MADE me switch.
The moment the hair fell onto
the ground I felt guilty about trying to trick missy annnd knowing that I was
now stuck with it. Now I had a purple horse with a tail that made the horse
look electrocuted. Stupid purple horse.
DIAGRAM 3: I DID THIS TO MYSELF
What the hell was I thinking?
We never played with them again.
Surprisingly, that was the only
time that my plans backfired on me. But I deserved it
MORAL:
Don't be so caught up in
getting your way that you loose sight of the real goal
Or
Don't Ty to trick your little
sister outta her stuff
Or
You cant always get your way
Monday, November 28, 2011
Hurricane Force Oreos
When I was a little girl my dad used to have a friend named
Dave. Dave lived on some property that had horses and tennis courts and all
kinds of goodies. It was a wonderland for missy and me. My dad would go over
there to play tennis sometimes, and take us with him. Would sound boring, but
we were entertained. Sometimes we hung out with Dave’s super cool wife, who was
from Sweden, or we ran around like banshees, or we pretended to play tennis
ourselves.
Well one day after a wonderfully great day, we were all
getting ready to leave but the super awesome Swedish wife lady brought out the
ultimate treat:
Oreos and milk.
DIAGRAM 1: OREOS AND MILK
Please note the GLORIOUSITY being emitted from the milk and cookies. Awesomeness.
Woop woop!
Great
Goodness! All is right with the world. My sister and I eagerly
anticipated the moment the tray touched down to the table so we could
wreak havoc!
Luckily my dad was one of those
"let's-go-but-I-am-still-gonna-chat-for-another-hour" types.
Sometimes I HATED it. This time it was fine with me because I was all
about those cookies.
[Insert long boring adult conversation]
When my dad
was finally ready to actually leave I was immediately concerned about the
remaining Oreos. My thought process:
How can I leave them behind?
Those are my deserved cookies.
When could I possibly get oreos again?
I can't believe I won't get to finish them.
I need at least a few more.
So I did the only thing I could think of: I jammed three in my
mouth and chugged a big gulp of milk so I could at least close my mouth. I couldn’t talk but was satisfied that I
had done all I could to not be cheated of my rightful Oreos. (Let's not forget that by now I had already been eating Oreos for like 45 minutes)
DIAGRAM 2: GREEDY BASTARD
This diagram illustrates my natural ability to be greedy with milk and cookies.
As I stood
up to wave goodbye, I all of the sudden felt it coming...
... a sneeze.
This is gonna be bad.
There was
no stopping it. With the milliseconds I had, I spun around away from the
innocent bystanders just in time for the inevitable. It felt like rocks. It came
out of my mouth annnnd my nose in full cookie chunks. Annnnnnnnnd all over Dave
and the awesome Swedish wife lady’s lawn furniture. I mean everywhere. They say
sneezes have the same force as a hurricane. Well I hurricaned my Oreos and milk
all over the damn place.
DIAGRAM 3: ZOOM IN ON NOSE SPRAY
Close up on the painful, painful escape route for my milk and cookies
with the force of a hurricane pushing it all out.
with the force of a hurricane pushing it all out.
DIAGRAM 4: HURRICANE FORCE SPRAY ZONE
This spray zone easily covered some lawn furniture.
However, had I not spun around it would have easily covered numerous people.
However, had I not spun around it would have easily covered numerous people.
It was
horrific and quickly followed with my dad, “DAMNIT SARAH!”
I
felt bad.
But I felt the most upset about those last Oreos. Never to be eaten. I
had enough sense not to express what my truest concerns where. Thank God
I
had some milk in my mouth, or it woulda been ALL cookie- no lube. That’s
rough.
That's
what I get for being a greedy bastard. But in all honesty, how can you
ask a kid to control themselves with milk and cookies???????
It is impossible. (deep sigh to reflect the truth of this)
MORAL OF THE STORY:
Option 1:
don’t sneeze with food in your mouth
Option 2:
if possible, spit food out of mouth prior to snneze. Still messy, but not as
much force or spread.
Option 3:
don’t be so damn greedy with the cookies and milk.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
I'm back! + I Love My Fingers
It has been ridiculously long since
the last time that I wrote on my blog! I apologize profusely to all of you! My
life has taken quite a turn and the tempo has quickened rapidly- with me barely
able to keep up! I am ambitious and also a Gemini! No, I am not two faced! I am
multifaceted and passionate. I have a love for many things in life: a
passionate love. I love my family, acting, my sorority, design, art, my
production company, my blog, event planning, to name a few. It is hard
sometimes to be so passionate about so many things. I am often torn and
indecisive because of it: another trait of Geminis.
However, I have recently decided to
funnel as much as I possibly can into fewer things. It has been bitter sweet.
Rewards have been granted for my drive and focus, but my heart breaks for those
things that have had to be pushed aside.
After all, nothing worth having is
easily attainable. Even though I must continue to keep my focus and drive, I am
going to MAKE time when there is none to keep up with my blog. It is very
cathartic for me, and I have much to share.
With that being said, let’s share a
story, shall we?
When I was near the end of my 8th
grade year, I moved into my mom and Greg’s house from Trisha and Dad’s. Greg
was my mom’s long time boyfriend from when I was in 7th grade to
junior year of high school. We had to do some major cleaning and rearranging to
accommodate me. As we were cleaning out the spare room we got hot! So my mom,
Greg, and I decided to setup the stand fan. It was about shoulder height to me.
At some point the front guard fell off, but we were too hot and tired to care.
We were moving crap from one room to another room that was next door. My mom
would hand stuff off to me from room 1 as I stood in the hallway. I would then
hand it to Greg in room 2.
DIAGRAM 1: THE MOVING MACHINE
As we slaved away in the heat and sweat and dust I
really began to get in the zone. I was feeling like a moving MACHINE! Awesome.
DIAGRAM 2: I AM AWESOME
OH YEAH! I was fantasizing about my
future room and the awesomeness of our moving technique when I reached for a
box from my mom. At that moment the awesomeness came to a dramatic halt…
… as I stuck my hand into the fan.
Not awesome.
DIAGRAM 3: NOT FEELING AWESOME (PAIN DOES THAT)
******FLASH BACK******
I was a kid and telling my stepmom Trisha
about this "cool" guy who stuck his hand in a moving ceiling fan and stopped it
as a trick. She went berserk and told me that if I ever put my hand in a fan,
my fingers would be chopped off. She had even seen it happen since she worked
as a nurse in shock trauma. The horrific-ness of this possibility haunted me
for the rest of the childhood anytime I was too near a fan.
******BACK TO EVENT******
“OOOHHH MY GOSH! Trisha knew this
would happen!” This is what I thought while I collapsed to the ground in a
scream of pain and horror. I clutched my fingers with my unmangled hand,
convinced this was the only thing keeping my fingers from toppling to the
ground. As I laid in the fetal position breathing deeply, trying to coach
myself through it all, my mom and Greg were trying to figure out what was wrong
with me. They hadn't seen anything, just me dramatically flailing to the ground clutching my hand.
“I cut my fingers off in the fan!”
My mom all but rolled her eyes. I
was infuriated! “Let me see your fingers Sarah.” I refused. MOM did not want to take this tragedy serious, obviously! My mom and Greg
spent about 20 minutes convincing me to let go of my fingers. But I just was
not ready to let go. I wanted to keep them forever. I loved my fingers. I had never truly appreciated them until that moment. MY POOR FINGERS!!!!!! I was imaging
my future as a nub hand, explaining to everyone the ridiculous way I lost my
fingers. Hoping that ice could possibly save them.
DIAGRAM 4: MY SAD FUTURE
But finally my mom convinced
me to open my hand after yelling at me for being dramatic. (it was a loving
yell in her defense) Finally convinced it was inevitably the time to investigate, I
took a deep breath and unfolded my unmangled hand.
I burst into a fit of tears…
... tears of relief. I started laughing at myself too.
... tears of relief. I started laughing at myself too.
Phew! Those flimsy little plastic
fan blades didn’t even break my skin! NO blood, NO bruise, and ALL of my beloved
digits! There was minimal “damage.” Just a little bit of skin pushed around in an odd way. Well, shoot, I’ll take that over lost fingers! It was all back to normal
in like a day.
Perhaps, I overreacted.
(it did hurt though)
DIAGRAM 5: THE "I HAVE 10 FINGERS" DANCE!
If you love your 10 fingers, please do the dance. Wiggle all your fingers while hoping from foot to foot and yell "I have 10 fingers!" If you do not have 10 fingers, there is no need to discriminate, please use the correct number and it promises just as much fun!!!
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