tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351641307640172642024-02-21T03:09:29.446-06:00The Adventures of Sweet Girl and Little ManSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15892745782691361269noreply@blogger.comBlogger91125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735164130764017264.post-286977138510280872021-03-24T12:54:00.001-05:002021-03-24T12:54:09.376-05:00Mary Sue Today my Grammy Sue passed away. Many of you who are kind enough to be reading this would have known her. And if you knew her then you liked her...a lot, because she liked you a lot too, hon. I don't need to tell you all about her because you probably are one of her children, or grandchildren, or great-grandchildren, a friend, a fellow coffee-drinker, a St. Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15892745782691361269noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735164130764017264.post-66555867264380712372019-10-07T20:35:00.005-05:002020-10-09T12:08:14.445-05:00Draft 15
Draft1
Have you ever read the perfect love story? Have you picked up a book and got lost in the rush of emotions; the push and pull of two people finding their way to a sum that is greater than their parts? Have you felt the dawn of someone waking to the realization that there is another person who, may or may not be like them, but is their alike nonetheless? Have you ever Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15892745782691361269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735164130764017264.post-56617064419223019692019-02-05T13:28:00.000-06:002019-02-06T13:18:22.240-06:00The Missing Lunches and the Legend of Mozzy Sticks
Missing shark doo doo doo doo doo doo
There have been times in my life when a ringing phone seems like the most terrible kind of portent. The sound echoes on the not-yet-manifested changes that will inevitably occur when I touch the green circle and accept the call. There were times it might have been a call from around the world. Times when it could have been a call from Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15892745782691361269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735164130764017264.post-21491869726685257032018-11-12T14:06:00.001-06:002018-11-12T14:39:19.448-06:00Inveterate
All time fave. Shared it before. Many times. Not sorry.
Author's Note
I began writing this at the end of this summer; when the sun was still bright and the humidity high enough to make me question whether air was a gas or a liquid and when Sean returned home in enough time to retire from the U.S. Army before the kids and I began a new school year. But I got Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15892745782691361269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735164130764017264.post-85875258320070511602018-10-08T19:11:00.002-05:002018-10-08T19:16:17.161-05:0014
Fourteen years ago
I met Sean by accident. He had other plans and I was hanging out with my siblings. It was a New Year's Eve party. There were drinks and music and he drove a spectacularly unspectacular car which we filled with the trash and took to the dumpster. We kissed by the trash. He was nice. I had fun. I had no expectations to see him again.
Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15892745782691361269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735164130764017264.post-74869465794303634822018-04-15T21:36:00.003-05:002022-04-02T08:49:16.533-05:00Choose Your Own AdventureThere's a series of books that allow the reader to make decisions for the protagonist. As the reader learns more, they decide the trajectory of the main character. Let's say the main character sees a mysterious object in the middle of the road. Should she pick it up? Leave it alone? If you think she picks up the mysterious object in the middle of the road she's Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15892745782691361269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735164130764017264.post-30030295245753464372016-07-14T10:16:00.003-05:002022-04-02T08:41:29.627-05:00Hero Worship
FINDING DORY – Pictured (L-R): Charlie, Dory, Jenny. ©2016 Disney•Pixar. All Rights Reserved.
Dear Jenny and Charlie,
Let me just open with the fact that this is my first fan letter. I've written quite a bit in general and I've threatened to write many a strongly-worded letter about IMPORTANT things like bad driving habits of seemingly every other motorist on the road with the exceptionSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15892745782691361269noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735164130764017264.post-80804338461741147532016-05-02T20:41:00.003-05:002016-05-02T20:41:47.194-05:00Adventure Unplugged or Don't Tell Her I Was Here or Little Man's Lament
Selfies by Sweet GirlPhoto 1
Sweet Girl's school is "celebrating" Screen Free Week. It started today and is supposed to last until, well, you get it, next Monday. I received all the notices via email and in Sweet Girl's take home folder. I read the information and then I put it aside assuming that we wouldn't participate because we are dependent upon our screens here in this Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15892745782691361269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735164130764017264.post-91155547686849542002016-04-21T21:15:00.000-05:002016-04-21T21:24:39.353-05:00Still Here
A time to sparkle
I believe in natural cycles. I believe there is a time to grow and a time to rest; a time for action and a time for reflection; a time for extremes and a time for moderation; a time for light and a time for dark. This concept shows up all over our universe in different iterations. In nature, there are seasons. In philosophy, there is the ying andSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15892745782691361269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735164130764017264.post-76543432424920667452016-02-03T21:53:00.004-06:002016-04-07T07:21:29.451-05:00We are that FamilyThere are moments in your life when an outsider's view of you crystallizes in your mind's eye as if you were having an out-of-body experience. You can see and think exactly as if you were someone else. Those moments can bring a new perspective and appreciation for the things that you shoulder and complacently ignore in your everyday existence. Worried about how much work you do?Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15892745782691361269noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735164130764017264.post-59029615116825831302015-11-22T18:49:00.002-06:002015-11-22T18:49:15.598-06:00Love's Alchemy
Pure gold right here
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay. ~Robert Frost
If you haven't seen the movie The Outsiders, or read the novel be S.E. Hinton, I need you to step away from your computer Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15892745782691361269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735164130764017264.post-165608155830357552015-09-07T12:32:00.000-05:002015-09-07T19:06:04.785-05:00The Day My Life Ended or I Thought We Were Done With This or We are the LuckiestThis is how I remember it. There are a lot of details that didn't get included, either because I can't remember them all or because I was unaware of them. Panic is not good for recall. Just sitting down to write this has adrenaline pumping through me. My arms are tingly and there's a ball of dread planted firmly in my stomach. I won't ever forget this, but I don't Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15892745782691361269noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735164130764017264.post-55814261477978395822015-07-28T13:59:00.000-05:002015-07-28T14:05:09.768-05:00Joy, Anger, Sadness
The whole gang: Papa as Fear and Aunt Carrie as Disgust
You won't be surprised to learn that we have seen the newest Disney/Pixar movie twice. You will be even less surprised to learn that my eyes leaked both times; despite the fact that I knew what was going to happen. Both times! And you will be even less surprised to learn that my children immediately cast those around Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15892745782691361269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735164130764017264.post-27860397985903130112015-05-17T14:54:00.002-05:002021-04-14T17:49:18.683-05:00A Wish Your Heart Makes
That's my bedspread. OK. It's Oreo's bedspread.
Our dog is spoiled. I could try to justify his spoiling with all sorts of anecdotes, circumstances, and true-life struggles, but the reality is that my husband and I ruined him. Oreo is reasonably assured that he's just a human in a dog suit, and we do little in the way of actually discouraging him to think otherwise. &Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15892745782691361269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735164130764017264.post-43783608337924111852015-04-06T11:26:00.000-05:002015-04-07T19:08:02.106-05:00Everything I Ever REALLY Needed to KnowWelcome to April: A Month of Titles!
April is: National Autism Awareness Month.
The Month of the Military Child.
National Mental Health Month.
Occupational Therapy Month.
BetterSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15892745782691361269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735164130764017264.post-27603922454736446332014-10-20T21:26:00.002-05:002014-10-20T21:26:51.641-05:00Love Language
Blah, blah, blah
Years ago, my brother and sister-in-law (who have no idea they would be opening up this post - Hi! You're both great people...and so attractive! Love you!) went to a marriage retreat. It's something the Army has done before: sponsor a weekend where couples can take a look at just being a couple outside of the constant day-to-day stuff that often gets in the way of Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15892745782691361269noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735164130764017264.post-85334749086360070922014-09-04T20:40:00.002-05:002017-09-04T18:16:55.478-05:00Greater Than
This picture is greater than the others I have
on my phone.
Today I filled out paperwork to start Sweet Girl's IEP process for First Grade (!), so clearly the post that follows is way outdated. I never published this because I couldn't come up with a solid ending. I felt like it lacked a concise stopping point and so I let it linger in the draft folder. I started writing thisSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15892745782691361269noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735164130764017264.post-79237898712428881732014-06-15T15:24:00.001-05:002014-06-15T15:24:43.947-05:00Through the Window
Forgive me if I've shared this before. It's one of my favorites.
Another favorite.
Earlier today I was waiting in line at Michael's (behind a woman who was clearly delusional in her adamant insistence the 16x20 matted wood frame she was carrying was on clearance for $6.99, but kudos for looking for that bargain) when I saw a man holding the hands of two small children walk by. Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15892745782691361269noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735164130764017264.post-33874385664796236092014-04-30T19:18:00.001-05:002015-04-06T10:05:09.453-05:00The LuckiestHa! You thought I'd forgotten. You thought you would get away with not hearing anything new from
What's not to love?
me the entire month of April. April, which happens to be the Month of the Military Child and Autism Awareness Month, is almost over but the military children and the autism will remain long after we stop wearing ribbons or lighting things up blue. And itSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15892745782691361269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735164130764017264.post-21970781261730309722014-03-03T18:56:00.001-06:002014-03-03T19:57:55.503-06:00The Arthritic Heart
This is about me and Sweet Girl, but it could be about anyone. As a matter of fact, I thought of several amazing women I know that are currently going through their own version of this, and I just want them to know that I'll be there for them: now and on the other side of Someday.
“We must see all scars as beauty. Okay? This will be our secret. Because take it from me, a scar does Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15892745782691361269noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735164130764017264.post-85596057959248146042014-01-22T22:20:00.002-06:002022-04-02T08:46:51.098-05:00Elsa's Mother
Trust me, it's good.
Recently, I got a haircut. Unlike most adults of my age, I do not have a "regular" hair stylist or salon. I have a tendency to get two haircuts a year and in so doing, I have never been one to schedule these things. What happens next varies as much as the people who have trimmed my tresses. Sometimes both the stylist and myself are quiet, talking Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15892745782691361269noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735164130764017264.post-83058560195556494512013-12-23T19:59:00.000-06:002013-12-23T19:59:04.700-06:00Very Merry BOGO
Smaller tree or a bigger car?
So I've become more than lackadaisical in my posts. To correct that, I'm posting this and re-posting an entry from The Family Addiction. BOGO, you're welcome. Life is progressing as life is wont to do. Things have been great, sometimes not so great and sometimes bad, but we are together as a family so that makes things great. I have Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15892745782691361269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735164130764017264.post-3198501467860211872013-08-26T19:08:00.000-05:002014-08-24T20:24:01.038-05:00A Back to School Prayer
This is obviously dated. It's last year's post. Though sadly there continues to be global unrest and profound challenges to political and personal peace. I can't speak to the VMAs except I hear Suge Knight's been shot six times and a back-up dancer for Nikki Minaj has been assaulted by a large snake...so there's that. Tomorrow, Sweet Girl goes to a new school ON THE BUS and Little Man moves Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15892745782691361269noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735164130764017264.post-54147833032218130522013-07-16T19:47:00.000-05:002013-07-16T19:47:03.770-05:00To the Beat
Seat belts are required in this carriage.
This evening Sweet Girl went to her speech therapy appointment in summer attire: shorts, sandals, tank top, tiara, and amulet. I managed to talk her into wearing the sandals which are a smidge more practical than the "glass slippers" she wanted to wear. (They're not actually glass. That's ridiculous. They're purple satin Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15892745782691361269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735164130764017264.post-82357143956047027402013-06-30T20:09:00.003-05:002022-04-30T18:06:29.968-05:00Glitch
Vanellope and RalphorSweet Girl and me
Have you ever cried during a children's movie? Not because of the usually horrible circumstances setting up the movie (Sorry about your mom, Nemo. You too, Bambi. Same to you, Cinderella. Belle, Ariel...not sure what happened there but I bet it wasn't fun. Sorry about that.), but because of something that seems to speak Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15892745782691361269noreply@blogger.com3