Day 01: A place I'd like to travel.
Day 02: A favourite movie.
Day 03: Something I never leave the house without.
Day 04: A friend I adore.
Day 05: My hometown.
Day 06: A book I'm reading.
Day 07: A song for the day.
Day 08: Three inspirational quotes.
Day 09: A close-up of my day.
Day 10: A favourite recipe.
Day 11: Three years ago today.
Day 12: The last item I purchased.
Day 13: Something I'm proud of.
Day 14: Style inspiration for the season.
Day 15: Three blogs I always read.
Day 16: Someone who inspires me.
Day 17: My family.
Day 18: What I wore today.
Day 19: Myself, one year ago.
Day 20: Something that means a lot to me.
Day 21: A self-portrait.
Day 22: What I love about my job.
Day 23: Eight things you didn't know about me.
Day 24: Something that makes me smile.
Day 25: The contents of my purse.
Day 26: Something I'm looking forward to.
Day 27: A silly self-portrait.
Day 28: A skill I'd like to learn.
Day 29: Something I could never tire of.
Day 30: Three wonderful things that happened this month.
Day 1 A Place I'd Like To Travel
I recently went to a place I had been longing to visit FOREVER. My dad's house in Wisconsin. He lives on some beautfiul land around an amazing lake with nature all around. I have been meaning to make the trip for years...and finally took it under some not so great circumstances. It was a great trip, however. Lots of smiles, laughs and tears. Relationships were healed, memories made. I went without my family. Just me and 2 of my sisters. My next dream is to get my girls and Chris there too.
We went through 'town' and my sisters took me to have my first beer at the local bar The Longbranch. Theres something about super small towns on dreary fall days that just scream comfort. The people are so friendly, everythings slow, you notice the small things. The mention of our last name to the bartender brought about greetings and well wishes for family members. I fell in love with it all.
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Wait...what?
My baby started 4th grade this week.
Wait...what?
How about my other baby started middle school this week…
Wait….whaaaat???
Or maybe my oldest baby started HIGH SCHOOL this week…
Wait…whhhaaattttt????????
NO no no. This can’t be true. It makes me feel so old. So very very old. I remember my first day of high school like it was….well-like it was 18 years ago.
Wait…what?
That’s not right. It can’t be right.
(I’m 32-my age freshman year = wtf???!!!!)
Ok…so I FEEL like it was yesterday.
Where did the days go???…where did the years go???..where did my babies go?
I thought I would be a mess the first day. A big old sack of weeping emotion. But I was ok. Because my girls are studs.
My baby marched right onto that 4th grade playground…and demanded I leave. I still snapped pictures-because that’s what parents do…
Then my other baby marched right into middle school…and found a friend and ignored us…cuz that’s what pre-teens do…
And then our oldest marched right into high school…and demanded that we not leave our car…and we didn’t…cuz that’s what parents do I guess…..
My baby…my oldest….in HIGH SCHOOL- with seniors…who can DRIVE and VOTE and SMOKE and serve in the military..and have babies!
I told MY baby that maybe I was so tripped out about her going into high school because I entered high school a lowly nerd…with a big perm and even bigger rose tinted Sally Jessie glasses….and I left high school a breast feeding mother of a two month old.
My nephew—god bless him—told my baby that the moral of that story was don’t be a nerd …
cuz nerds get pregnant.
Wait...what?
How about my other baby started middle school this week…
Wait….whaaaat???
Or maybe my oldest baby started HIGH SCHOOL this week…
Wait…whhhaaattttt????????
NO no no. This can’t be true. It makes me feel so old. So very very old. I remember my first day of high school like it was….well-like it was 18 years ago.
Wait…what?
That’s not right. It can’t be right.
(I’m 32-my age freshman year = wtf???!!!!)
Ok…so I FEEL like it was yesterday.
Where did the days go???…where did the years go???..where did my babies go?
I thought I would be a mess the first day. A big old sack of weeping emotion. But I was ok. Because my girls are studs.
My baby marched right onto that 4th grade playground…and demanded I leave. I still snapped pictures-because that’s what parents do…
Then my other baby marched right into middle school…and found a friend and ignored us…cuz that’s what pre-teens do…
And then our oldest marched right into high school…and demanded that we not leave our car…and we didn’t…cuz that’s what parents do I guess…..
My baby…my oldest….in HIGH SCHOOL- with seniors…who can DRIVE and VOTE and SMOKE and serve in the military..and have babies!
I told MY baby that maybe I was so tripped out about her going into high school because I entered high school a lowly nerd…with a big perm and even bigger rose tinted Sally Jessie glasses….and I left high school a breast feeding mother of a two month old.
My nephew—god bless him—told my baby that the moral of that story was don’t be a nerd …
cuz nerds get pregnant.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Now What?
Now what will I name my future son?
The former George Garratt legally changed his name last week to 'Captain Fantastic Faster Than Superman Spiderman Batman Wolverine Hulk And The Flash Combined'
What a dick...he totally stole our #1 boys name
The former George Garratt legally changed his name last week to 'Captain Fantastic Faster Than Superman Spiderman Batman Wolverine Hulk And The Flash Combined'
What a dick...he totally stole our #1 boys name
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Sad Times
When Chelsey King went missing I shared it with my kids. They had questions.
When her body was found and that asshole was arrested and Amber was found I shared that as well. I wasn't sure if they could handle it...my oldest is Ambers age when she disappeared.
But I wanted to make them aware.
Last night an e-mail circulated amongst mothers at the girls school. A registered sex offender has been seen hanging around the park next to the school-the park where my 2 youngest wait for me after school. I was immediately sick to my stomach thinking of all the times I had run late and they sat there in that park waiting.
His picture was attached.
I didn't want to look. He disgusted me. He looked like a pervert.
I wasn't going to show the girls at first but I did.
I did because knowing is knowledge and knowledge is power.
This scum will not have power over us.
Of course they were immediately terrified and wouldn't go into the bathroom alone and couldn't fall asleep all night.
I had to repeatedly tell them that they just needed to be cautious...not that they aren't already...but it's good maybe to be a little overly so right now.
And as I dropped them off at school this morning-with plans to pick them up INSIDE the school form now on-it made my heart ache that my eight year old knows what a sex offender is.
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I got a call form my dad on my cell this morning.
I don't think I have ever talked to my dad on the phone.
Knowing my grandpa has been sick and had received his last rights last week my heart immediately sunk.
I couldn't answer it. I didn't want to know. I didn't want to hear it. I couldn't listen to that message.
Thank God Chris was home.
He picked it up for me. Then he saved it.
Now that everyone is asleep I finally listened to it.
I had so many mixed emotions....I am so very sad for my Grandpa.
But that message...
my dad called me.
And at the end he said 'love you Sara'.
It was nice to hear his voice. But I hated what it was saying.
It just really meant a lot that he called himself, you know?
My heart aches for the loss and also aches for the want. Does that make sense?
Baby steps...
It would help if one day I would answer my phone.
I have other thoughts...can I write them here?
why not.....thats why I have a blog right?
Besides who the hell reads this anymore.
In the history of the world I don't think a child has ever longed for a relationship with her father so badly. I never had one when I was younger and that saddens me. I so want one now.
I was confused when I was younger. My parents had a very messy divorce. It really pulled my little brother and I in a million directions. It was so very unfair.
This is my motivation to keep things going smoothly between my oldests baby daddy and me.
And seeing what a great dad my husband is makes me want a dad all the more.
It saddens me that a child could want for one but not get one.
It saddens me that money and distance keep me from that.
Money.
Maybe one day I will be rich enough to have a relationship with my dad.
But I digress...
I love you Grandpa
When her body was found and that asshole was arrested and Amber was found I shared that as well. I wasn't sure if they could handle it...my oldest is Ambers age when she disappeared.
But I wanted to make them aware.
Last night an e-mail circulated amongst mothers at the girls school. A registered sex offender has been seen hanging around the park next to the school-the park where my 2 youngest wait for me after school. I was immediately sick to my stomach thinking of all the times I had run late and they sat there in that park waiting.
His picture was attached.
I didn't want to look. He disgusted me. He looked like a pervert.
I wasn't going to show the girls at first but I did.
I did because knowing is knowledge and knowledge is power.
This scum will not have power over us.
Of course they were immediately terrified and wouldn't go into the bathroom alone and couldn't fall asleep all night.
I had to repeatedly tell them that they just needed to be cautious...not that they aren't already...but it's good maybe to be a little overly so right now.
And as I dropped them off at school this morning-with plans to pick them up INSIDE the school form now on-it made my heart ache that my eight year old knows what a sex offender is.
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I got a call form my dad on my cell this morning.
I don't think I have ever talked to my dad on the phone.
Knowing my grandpa has been sick and had received his last rights last week my heart immediately sunk.
I couldn't answer it. I didn't want to know. I didn't want to hear it. I couldn't listen to that message.
Thank God Chris was home.
He picked it up for me. Then he saved it.
Now that everyone is asleep I finally listened to it.
I had so many mixed emotions....I am so very sad for my Grandpa.
But that message...
my dad called me.
And at the end he said 'love you Sara'.
It was nice to hear his voice. But I hated what it was saying.
It just really meant a lot that he called himself, you know?
My heart aches for the loss and also aches for the want. Does that make sense?
Baby steps...
It would help if one day I would answer my phone.
I have other thoughts...can I write them here?
why not.....thats why I have a blog right?
Besides who the hell reads this anymore.
In the history of the world I don't think a child has ever longed for a relationship with her father so badly. I never had one when I was younger and that saddens me. I so want one now.
I was confused when I was younger. My parents had a very messy divorce. It really pulled my little brother and I in a million directions. It was so very unfair.
This is my motivation to keep things going smoothly between my oldests baby daddy and me.
And seeing what a great dad my husband is makes me want a dad all the more.
It saddens me that a child could want for one but not get one.
It saddens me that money and distance keep me from that.
Money.
Maybe one day I will be rich enough to have a relationship with my dad.
But I digress...
I love you Grandpa
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Do You Ever...
Do you ever lose yourself in thought, then ask ‘what am I looking for?’ only to answer yourself-‘what AM I looking for?’
Do you ever want to curl up in the fetal position on your bed with the blankets up over your head?
Do you ever want to eat a whole pint of ice cream in a hot hot bath?
Do you ever want to go to sleep but can’t?
Do you ever want the night to end?
Do you ever lose your way?
Are you ever afraid you’ll never find it again?
Do you ever feel the weight of the earth?
Do you ever try not to think?
Do you ever think too much?
Do you ever try not to feel?
Do you ever wish you could quiet yourself?
Do you ever want to just play a whole slew of sad sad songs and cry?
Give this one a go…
I want to put it on repeat and cry until I am out of tears…
Do you ever want to curl up in the fetal position on your bed with the blankets up over your head?
Do you ever want to eat a whole pint of ice cream in a hot hot bath?
Do you ever want to go to sleep but can’t?
Do you ever want the night to end?
Do you ever lose your way?
Are you ever afraid you’ll never find it again?
Do you ever feel the weight of the earth?
Do you ever try not to think?
Do you ever think too much?
Do you ever try not to feel?
Do you ever wish you could quiet yourself?
Do you ever want to just play a whole slew of sad sad songs and cry?
Give this one a go…
I want to put it on repeat and cry until I am out of tears…
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Things
Things that make me =(
kids
middle school kids
middle school kids when they get a half day
people who won't text
people who want to chat
people who want to chat on the phone
people
phones
the mall
blisters
mom jeans
annoying woman at the dance studio
kitty litter
Things that make me =)
my husbands beard
my husband
my kids
weekends
hard boiled egg night
cocktail night
cereal night
top ramen night
pb and j night
my good Saturday goin' out unders
my worn in recovering Monday unders
my footie j's
7-11 late night runs
hiking big ass mountains
family
running
three heads of clean tangle free hair
three crazy ass girls
flossing
loofahs
and of course
Jimmy Kimmel's Handsome Men's Club
kids
middle school kids
middle school kids when they get a half day
people who won't text
people who want to chat
people who want to chat on the phone
people
phones
the mall
blisters
mom jeans
annoying woman at the dance studio
kitty litter
Things that make me =)
my husbands beard
my husband
my kids
weekends
hard boiled egg night
cocktail night
cereal night
top ramen night
pb and j night
my good Saturday goin' out unders
my worn in recovering Monday unders
my footie j's
7-11 late night runs
hiking big ass mountains
family
running
three heads of clean tangle free hair
three crazy ass girls
flossing
loofahs
and of course
Jimmy Kimmel's Handsome Men's Club
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Not Helping
TLC's line up tonight?
GENIUS.
Obese and Pregnant
Twins By Surprise
and
Whoa! That Felt Like More Than A Shit-Real Stories From Real Women Who Birthed Unknowingly On Their Toilets
Yes-genius.
And this?
Totally not helping my little insomnia problem.
GENIUS.
Obese and Pregnant
Twins By Surprise
and
Whoa! That Felt Like More Than A Shit-Real Stories From Real Women Who Birthed Unknowingly On Their Toilets
Yes-genius.
And this?
Totally not helping my little insomnia problem.
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