Kinda panicked a lil bit...

Yesterday I came out of Lurkerdom, remember, it's an actual place...and in doing so, the girl whose post I commented on, ended up heading on over to my lil place and reading my blog! She even left a comment.

And then I panicked. Jeana...the girl I think is hil.air.ious, left a comment on my blog. I panicked because she is sooo funny and I realized I sooo am not. And once again I felt inferior and so totally almost deleted this lil haven of mine in fear she may return and wonder why the heck I even have a blog in the first place.

Fear not (cause I know y'all were worried)...I didn't delete me. Obviously. I'm trying to just be happy with how I blog and what I blog about, and be thankful for girls, like Jeana, who have a blog where we can go if we feel the need to pee our pants.

I'm tellin' ya, that youngest son of hers, kills me everytime.

So, Jeana, thank you for visiting me in my lil neck of the woods. You're welcome anytime. Just know that I get a lil tongue tied and sweaty and possibly a little light headed when you're here. But you're always welcome, nonetheless!

I'm feeling a lil...

sheepish...if you will.

So, I posted earlier that it costs me over 10 grand for coffee a year. Seriously, what was I smoking? Yeah, my math, it's not so good. The actual amount, should have read, $1170. Maybe I should have gone to college.

Then I wouldn't be so baaaa-d at math.

This my friends...

...is what it looks like in my laundry basket. Emptiness. It's a beautiful thing. It's all F'APA (folded and put away) too! I am one happy camper. I was inspired here and here to do something. And while I didn't make a jillion meals or make homemade jam, I did:

-Get up at 6 am to make breakfast for Josh and Jaylee
-emptied dishwasher and reloaded with breakfast dishes
-tidied living room
-washed and folded the last 3 loads of laundry
-cleaned Jaylee's room, which consisted of going thru toys and clothes she no longer plays with or wears (if anyone is in need of toys, let me know, I'll send 'em your way)
-made lunch
-tidied bathroom
-let child live another day

Okay, so the last one I have to do, everyday...and today, since she's quite cute, it wasn't hard to do. :)

Good luck with your chores today, whatever they may be...and remember, some is better than none!

I need it to Live...

*edited because I put in the wrong amount for what it costs me per year to be human, the original post said $10,700. Yeah, I'm a dork
...okay, maybe not to live, but I need it to be a nice, functional, happy human being. I will be the first to admit, I'm an addict. I don't try to hide the fact. Sometimes I try to hide how much it costs to be an addict of this kind, but there's no hiding that either. It's a spendy lil addiction.

Coffee. Not coffee outta-the-coffee-pot coffee.

Frilly, foofy, spend-way-too-much coffee. From a stand.

A place where these two girls know my name.


I get a really happy feeling when I show up and they say, "Just yours or his too?" They know what I want, what I really really want. Today, I said, "Just mine." And they go to work. Gracie, the girl in yellow, trained me when I worked here 4 years ago. Being a Barista was an awesome job. Hard work. But fun work. In the morning, sometimes you're the first person your customer sees, so it's important to greet them with a smile and "good morning". There were definitely days when I wanted to spit in some drinks but I can honestly say I never did it. I loved my "regulars" and still see some of them around town and we'll chat about their kids, grandkids and pets. Sometimes when we pull up to the stand, there will be a rig in front of us that I recognize, and I'll tell Josh, "hot, skinny, 12 oz. mocha." And he just smiles. Today, while waiting for my coffee I was reminiscing my Daily Buzz days and it was fun. I had such good times there.
Then Patty, the owner, says, "here ya go." She knows I like two skinny straws, not one fat one. And I love that she knows this. Love even more, that she plays along with my silly quirk and gives them to me. I hand her my card, that is completely punched out thus making this drink free. She tells me to "have a good one" and I'm on my way. Now, I'll be nice, functional and happy. It really doesn't take much for that to be. Just $3.25 a day. $97.50 a month. $1,170 a year. Oh my heck! Breaking that down is really ugly. Really. Ugly. So, I'm going to enjoy this coffee, lots because she may be my last.
Okay, admittedly, this probably won't be my last. But I'm vowing to cut back a lil.

"Peace" Offering

Had an "issue" with husband this morning. Instead of by his name I call him husband when he's been naughty. And this morning he was just that.

Let me remind you, I am not, I repeat...am not a morning person. And at 6 am he's asking me where his belt is. Pffft. So, I pull out the trick my mother used on me.

"Well, when I wore it last...."

Yeah, that didn't go over so hot. 45 minutes later as he's about to leave, "find my belt yet?"

BUGGER!

So, I go find his belt. He leaves for work and my day is off to a wonderful start. Sense the sarcasm please.

We rarely fight. Seriously. But when we do, it's always over petty stuff like this. I decide to make nice. I load Jaylee up in the suburban and head for coffee. I call him on my way.

Me: I'd like to make a peace offering.
Him: Oh yeah?
Me: Yeah, you want a coffee?
Him: Why, because you were naughty about finding my belt?
Me: This is about to become a pissed off-ering.
Him: *chuckles*

And that ended our "fight."

Random Post #2 for the Day

I love this girl. Snotty nose and all. Poor kid is cutting more teeth. I'm thankful that she doesn't get crabby or have a diaper rash when she's teething but she does get a nasty runny nose.


Her latest obsession these days is watching me put on deodorant in the morning. Yes, I use deodorant. And she insists on having me put it on her as well. I pretend to do a few swipes and she says, "there." And struts happily outta the bathroom.

Last night, I'm making dinner and she's running around like a wild child in the yard. Then, it gets quiet. And you know when a child is silent, they are doing something. Usually that something is not good. This time, it was funny. Josh comes in.

Him: "Have you seen your daughter?" He always refers to her as "mine" when she's done something retarded.
Me: "Uh, she's outside, playing." Knowing full well, it had been quiet and she probably has done something retarded.
Him: "Look at what she's doing." She comes trailing in, with a proud look on her face and sidewalk chalk in one hand and raising the other, saying, "look. look!" Uh huh, she was putting it on like deodorant.

It was a proud moment for me yesterday. She may not be able to count passed four but she has wonderful hygiene!

Now if only it would rub off on my husband...

Random Post #1 for the Day

So, I may not be a Domestic Goddess or an Olympic Gymnast but let me tell ya, there is something I'm good at.

I'm on the phone with my SIL and she tells me my niece, Breena, had taken a swig of soda, and let out a pretty good belch.

Treena: "good one."
Breena: "Yeah, but not as good as Sarah's."

I'm through striving to be a Domestic Goddess. I've got a belching title to live up to.

My Nose and other insecurities....

It's been brought to my attention that my nose is...uh...how do I put it so I'm not offended by my own words?

I'll just say it. She's big. My.nose.is.big.

And I'm okay with that. I think. When looking in the mirror, which honestly I try not to as much as possible, I don't notice it much. But when I see a picture of myself, my nose is definitely the first thing I see.

I come by it honest though. My mom's nose isn't tiny and my dad (RIP) didn't have a small nose either. (Might be now...but wasn't then.) So, I really didn't have much of a chance to get a cute little button nose.

When I was younger I remember comments about it. My mom will deny it up and down but I do remember things being said. It doesn't bug me though. I just hope Jaylee grows into hers, because if she doesn't...poor girl...she's going to live with being teased for the rest of her life as well.


Right now of course, she's cute. But Josh stills asks me, "when will we not be able to see up her nose anymore?" Cracks me up every time.

I used to have an issue with my toes, too. It wasn't until my Sophomore year of high school that I would wear sandals without socks. Yeah, I was cool like that, sandals and socks. In case you aren't aware...that's not in. Don't wear sandals with your socks!

Now, my feet don't bug me. They may bug other people, but I'm okay with them now. They could definitely be worse.

My weight is always a heavy subject. Hehehehe, I'm funny. I used to be thin. Then I got married. Ugh. Not the marriage, just the weight. Then I got thin again. And then got pregnant. Ugh again. And again, not the kid, just the weight. Gaining 56 lbs while I was pregnant was not pretty. My feet were sausages and a friend of mine told me I was almost unrecognizable. That was comforting. I've lost 36 of that 56. Only 20 to go!!! Seriously, baby weight is now toddler weight. Sigh... You'd think running after her all day would make me skinny but it hasn't worked. Think I'm gonna go have a Snickers bar now....

My insecurities are really something that I think little of. I've gotten a lot better about being comfortable with myself. I may have a big nose, but I'm fun. I may have not-so-cute feet, but I'm a good wife and mommy. I may have some extra pounds attached to my rear,(and thighs, and gut)...but I'm a good friend. I've decided that things I worry the most about end up being the least important.

So...here's to me and my first day not caring about them! Yee haw.

My "issue" is resolved

Really, the issue I had a few days ago wasn't even mine. But was something that affected me.

My amazing friend, Amber, informed me a couple of weeks ago that she had cancer.

Uh huh.

She didn't call to tell me. Nope. She sent me a text message. I wanted to shoot her. You don't text someone with that kind of information!!! Anyway, I forgive her for it. ;)

It really freaked me out. Just a few months ago I was calling her to tell her I had cancer and now here she was, doing the same. I just kept thinking, "this isn't right, she's totally kidding."

But she wasn't. She was completely serious. And of course, we did what we do best, we made light of it. Joked about it. You know how I roll, well she rolls just the same. But deep down I know she was a lil skerd. 'Cause I remember being skerd.

Today she went in for a procedure and came out cancer free!!! Best news I've heard in forever!


Amber...I love you and am so very thankful that we'll have many more opportunities to measure our noses with Rolos and nights to commit misdemeanors together.

The Greatest Weekend, Ever!

We're home. And I'm not even close to being unpacked. However, I thought I'd share some of the pictures I took while we were gone. I only took a few with my digital, the rest are with my still camera and I'll get those back in a couple of weeks. (Thank you, Treena for developing them!)

We had a ton of fun. A little run down of our weekend:

We left Thursday afternoon, got there around 8, I think and played a lil Yahtzee. (I won!) I was so excited to see my niece, Breena. Love this girl. Not that you can tell by the picture, but she's only 11! She's beautiful, inside and out. She can tease and be teased. She has a great sense of humor and is wise beyond her years. She may only be 11 but she's 4 inches taller than I am, yeah, I know...not hard to do.

Melissa came over on Friday morning and Treena, Breena, Melissa and I went and ran some errands while Josh took Jaylee and Sareena to the Lego store and on a bike ride. It was a ton of fun having Melissa with us for the day! Later in the day we all went to Target and my crazy husband pulled this stunt on the red ball. Seriously wish I had his stomach muscles! I'll blame the cancer surgery on the reason I don't have them, and not the lack of exercise! :)

Late Friday night, Josh's brother and his wife showed up with their little girl.

Saturday morning the 10 of us were up, ready and outta the house around 8:30 to head to the beach. On the way we had to stop at a coffee shop, I just can't function without it and I'm not the only one...Chad. :) We got to the beach, set up our camp and then took a bunch of family pictures. The kids and husbands just wanted to play but us girls had business in mind and wanted to get that done before everyone dispersed to do their own thing.

I'd found a pair of water shoes for Jaylee at a second-hand baby shop on Friday, so that was awesome. What wasn't awesome was the fact that she did not like to get them wet! It was pretty funny.


We played, we bbq'd, we played some more. After about 5 or 6 hours of beach time we went to dinner at The Pelican. So yummy!

Sunday we played heathens and went for a 15 mile bike ride instead of attending church. Yeah, I know...naughty us! We had such a fun time on the ride. Scenery was great, the company was awesome and the weather was perfect.

Pretty much couldn't have asked for a more fun time.

Looking forward to October when the entire family will be together at the beach in celebration of Joshua's grandpa's 85th birthday.

Hope your weekend was great as well!

Pacific City, here we come!

Last year we went with my SIL and her family to Pacific City and absolutely loved it! So, we're going back.

We'll leave this afternoon after Josh gets off work (he's taking the day off tomorrow!) and head on down to Portland. Saturday will be the big day of going to the beach.

So so so excited! I think it'll be good for us to get away for a few days, because like I said a couple of posts ago, Josh has been busy and I'm thinking he needs a little R&R.

Well, I'm off for the weekend. Hope you all have a good one!

Undeserving

My sweet husband has been extremely busy the last couple of weeks and during that time I've felt neglected. Unloved. Unwanted.

Poor me.

I'm so good at feeling sorry for myself.

Instead of being understanding and supportive about his busyness, I (at first) didn't say anything. We didn't talk much during those two weeks. We co-existed. He had food and clean clothes and I let him share our bed, even though I thought he should sleep on the couch.

And then I just burst!

I couldn't stand it anymore. I was tired of being quiet about it. I tried to play it off as if it were a joke to me that he hadn't spent much time with me but he knew. I could see it in his eyes. And then in the way he walked after that.

I had hurt his feelings. He's been busy trying to make improvements for our family. He wasn't selfishly busy.

Last night after Jaylee went to bed he gets a dishpan, fills it with really warm water and places it at my feet. He goes into the bathroom and comes out with an exfoliating mitt, soap and Neutrogena body oil.

He proceeds to wash my feet, exfoliate them, massage them and then when he was done he put the oil on my feet and massaged them some more.

Seriously.

It should have been me doing this for him. He's the one who has been busy. The one who has been working so hard for our small family. Yet, he humbled himself and washed my feet and in the process, I was humbled.

I was undeserving and yet he still loved me and washed my feet and then apologized for his lack of attention.

This man I have been blessed with is such an example to me of Christs' love for me. I will be forever thankful to Him for Joshua.

"But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us." (Romans 5:8)

Today's To-Do List...

is ridiculously long. But, remember...some is better than none! :)

Here's my list:
Dishes-check
Sweep kitchen-check
Vacuum
Dust
Sweep bathroom
Start laundry-check and as I started laundry this morning, I pulled clothes from the washer that I did yesterday, you know how you'll sometimes find a quarter or a pony tail or a wad of paper? Well, this morning, I found a flip flop. Uh huh. I did. She's all nice and clean now! But seriously, how did that get in there?!
FAPA(fold and put away)Laundry
Bring books upstairs and load bookcase
Take Chicken out to thaw at 2 pm
Clean up mess outside Josh has been working outside a lot on our suburbans (yes, plural) taking one engine and replacing it with the other, so there are grease rags and tools and just a lot of junk that needs picked up.
Mow backyard
Clean out fridge I really love to clean out my fridge but after I do so, it usually leaves us with butter and milk and there's not much you can make for dinner with that! I may have to go grocery shopping too.

So, there's my list. I know it's do-able. I just don't really want to do all of it. We'll see what I can get done or what I choose to get done.

Have a good day!

Your Mom goes to College...but I don't.

I went to the mailbox yesterday (clothed) and found a fun box containing a Close to My Heart catalog and a couple of fun magazines! So fun! (Thank you, Treena)

But, also in my mailbox is this catalog that comes every few months and every time I see it...I'm sad.

It's a catalog filled with all the classes available at our community college. I've always wanted to go to college. Always.

I don't really know why since I don't really have a desire to have a career but I just love to learn. I love to have random information in my head.

It might also be that I love school supplies. Like Trapper Keepers and Pee Chees and pencils with really cool erasers on top and the lil grip thingy so you don't get a pencil bump. Sharpies and mechanical pencils. I love it all.

But really, that's not why I want to go to college. I can't say why I want to go, because I really don't know why. It's just always been something in my heart. But, it costs money (which we don't have) and time away from home (which I don't have) so I'm thinking I'm going to have settle living vicariously through Amber, who is going to college.

Even if I could go, I probably wouldn't. How silly does that sound?! I have fears. Fears like you wouldn't believe. A few of them:

Where's the front door?
Do I wear a backpack?
If I do wear a backpack, do I sling it over one shoulder or both?
Do we have assigned seats?
Do I have to ask to use the restroom?
Will I be called on and if I don't know the answer, everyone will chuckle?
What if I can't find my class?

The list could go on and on I tell you. It really could.

So, if I had a windfall of money, most likely I still wouldn't go to college. However, it's still I dream I have and maybe...just maybe, I'll go.

TGIF!

I'm so excited it's Friday. And that's silly. Because in the "Life of Sarah" basically everyday is Friday. It's not like I go to work or anything but I still get excited for Friday.

Usually I'm excited for Friday because I know SMT is the next day and Josh doesn't have to work but tomorrow he does. Which isn't terrible, four hours of overtime makes for a lovely paycheck and he only has to work til noon.

I think my love of Fridays started as a kid. We'd have nachos and share Pepsi and then when TGIF came on, we'd have popcorn and M&M's and watch DJ, Stephanie and Michelle manipulate Uncle Joey and Uncle Jesse.

Then, as I got older, Friday meant football or basketball games. Hanging out with my friends.

After I met Josh, Friday meant going to his parents' house and watching movies or playing cards.

I've just always loved Fridays. This one won't be anything glamorous but it's still Friday and I'm still thankful.

Events for the Day

There isn't much to blog about. I mean, there is, 'cause I have an issue I'm dealing with, just not one I can make public at the moment, but when I can...I assure you I will!

Anyway, since I can't vent about what I want to vent about, I'll give you the rundown of My Day.

For the last few weeks our mornings have started soooo early. Around 5:30 or so we get up and either make coffee or go get coffee. Josh heads off to work at 6:55, so as not to be late for his 7 o'clock start time. Jaylee and I meander down to the park and since we're there so early, the only people at the park are the inmates, dressed in orange, picking up garbage.

I don't know them by name but we're used to each other by now. Makes me laugh when they find a quarter, they start yelling. Thinking I might just start bringing pennies to throw and watch their faces light up.

After the park we drive aimlessly through town because, you know, gas is cheap and driving around is sooo much fun.

She naps and I clean house, email, read a book, or like this morning...I tried to pull the weeds that are lining my driveway. Impossible. They like it there and they don't want to leave.

And since they are so tall, they actually provide some privacy and I'm considering letting them stay.

Since it's Thursday, I'll go mow the lawn of a lady named Linda who lives down the holler and then I'll mow my in-laws lawn as well. I don't know what to make for dinner. I'm sure I'll be able to whip something up. Just not sure it'll be edible.

Eh, beggars can't be choosers.

Yup, that's the extent of excitement for my Thursday. Hope yours is just as grand!

Mild Obsessions, Small Towns and Wedding Veils

When you live in a small town with not much to do besides going to the nearest Taco Wagon or Cow Tipping, you have to find something to keep yourself entertained.

It's no secret that I love Grey's Anatomy. I've told you before. But what you may not know is just how much I love that show. But I'm not the only one.

Amber loves the show too.

I think it was last Tuesday she asked if I wanted to go to Wal Mart in our wedding veils on Saturday. You know, 'cause that's what most people do on Saturday mornings.

Sure, I'm up for a good time. I decided to up the ante, just a lil.

How about I make us some stick figures of McDreamy and McSteamy and have the professionals at Wal Mart take our pictures. She agrees but is reluctant. I decided then and there, if she couldn't handle it, our friendship probably wouldn't last too much longer. Because really...those who know me best, know that a lil random picture taking is pretty mild.

So, she shows up in her veil. I have mine. And I have our stick people. She chooses McSteamy and I choose McDreamy. And we head off to Wal Mart.

Those poor photographers (who looked about 12 yrs old) didn't know what to do with us. They didn't know how to pose two girls together who weren't "together" and they just weren't sure what to think of our stick men.

After about 20 minutes we got them finished, went home and my lovely husband took more photos for us since we needed instant gratification and Wal Mart won't send our pics for 3 weeks.

Here's a sampling:



Of course I'll share our "professional" photos when we get them!

My Mailbox

My mailbox is at the end of our driveway. It's not a long driveway but long enough that I have to put on clothes if I want to check the mail without offending neighbors. (I miss the house on Elm St. where I could just reach my arm out to grab the mail)

Anyway...

So, not only do I have to be clothed to get the mail, I have to walk a lil ways up hill to go back to my house. It's quite the process to check the mail. So, it really chaps my hide when I get dressed and walk down the driveway only to find I have no mail.

None.

Sometimes I think I'd rather have bills waiting for me than nothing at all. It's lonely walking back up the driveway empty-handed.

I'm thankful for my friend Melissa, you know...the girl who stole my boyfriend back in High School, I'm thankful for her because she sends Snail Mail.

I'm also thankful for my SIL, Treena. She also sends mail. I love getting mail from her, it's so fun, she never has anything to say in the cards she makes for me because we talk or email 37 times a day. So, the note in her card usually says something like, "love, me."

The reason I bring up no mail is because it happened again. It was a lonely trip home from the mailbox.

If I had known it was going to be empty, I wouldn't have had to get dressed today.

The Sun Shades are Attacking!

On Saturday I had to borrow my SIL's mini-van. There was a sun shade in the winshield area. I tried to wrap it up and it sprung to life and tried to attack me.

Really.

It did.

So, I try again. Because in my head I was reminded of the saying, "if at first you don't succeed, try, try again."

It attacked me. Again. I throw my arms up and try to run for cover but I'm already seat belted into the van. Thankfully no one saw. They would have thought I was some crazy person. Would hate for strangers to find something out like that about me so soon. And I'd also hate to confirm the suspicions of friends and family.

So, after the blasted thing calmed down, I chucked it in the backseat.

That's right, I'm back!

After a few months of reevaluating priorities and such, I think I'm at a place where I can safely have the internet in my home without spending too much time on it.

So...today, I called my ISP and set up an account. Again. There's a catch. I'm only using dial up.

EW! GROSS! I know!!!! But, for now, I think this is a good start.

I'm very excited to start blogging again, even more excited to start reading blogs again.

Have a wonderful day!!!