tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14242440093283852902012-01-25T16:20:00.637-05:00Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.comBlogger1331100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-30939816609583988882012-01-23T15:00:00.000-05:002012-01-23T15:00:05.070-05:00

Little dog sleeping next to me on the couch. Big dog sleeping in the kitchen. Littlest baby asleep in her swing. Toddler sleeping in her bed, with a fever.  Mama sitting in the couch contemplating lifes biggest questions. I gotta stop doing that. I get so restless sometimes; wondering if I'm making the right choices. Am I happy enough? Am I screwing my kids up? Should I be working or staying at

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-35098023101068545772012-01-20T15:16:00.001-05:002012-01-20T15:17:39.351-05:00

Dear Autumn, You're asleep on my chest in your fuzzy pink jumper. Warm and snuggly on this cold snowy day. I hope you will always want to snuggle in close for comfort from your mama. I love you. - Mama

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-30759928025511221052012-01-17T23:50:00.001-05:002012-01-17T23:50:55.328-05:00

Wren, This morning you woke up around 7am and I took you to the potty. You're doing such a great job with potty training! It was a warm stormy morning which is unusual for January. So instead of going to the living room to watch cartoons, we went back to bed. I brought you into my bed to snuggle and listen to the rain and thunder. For about 30 minutes we snuggled on this dark rainy morning and I

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-88045188277468443342012-01-13T13:44:00.001-05:002012-01-13T13:44:38.866-05:00

Autumn, You're such a sweet pink baby girl. This morning you were squirmy probably from gas. I held you to my chest and rocked you as the snow fell outside on this frigid January day. Now you're sleeping peacefully in your swing. The rhythmic sound of it swaying you is about to put me to sleep too. Sweet dreams, Mama

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-81737723209238589602011-03-01T20:28:00.000-05:002011-03-01T20:28:22.301-05:00

This is my daughter, Wren.  I snapped these photos in our kitchen.  These were supposed to be her 18 month photos, but instead they're her 19 month photos.  Mama is a procrastinator, what can I say?  She's the funniest thing.  We're on the verge of potty training so she's asking all the right questions about "pee" and "poop."  For example, when I change her diaper she points and says pee or poop

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-73064534771004040942011-02-23T07:54:00.001-05:002011-02-23T07:56:51.712-05:00

So, remember when I said "family portraits are boring."  I've been brewing an idea for a few years now. I finally threw caution to the wind and launched an offshoot to my photography gig.  Sarah Wiley Photography specializes in classic boudoir photography for women.  I'm keeping "Pink Pigeon Photography" for families, babies, seniors and such.  I do enjoy the babies (so sweet!) and the senior

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-6014006665717019802010-12-18T22:49:00.000-05:002010-12-18T22:49:48.823-05:00

What a sad state of affairs this blog is in.  My goodness, could it be true? I've only posted 9-ish times in 2010?  Ridiculous.  I'm going to blame it on being a mom and starting my photography business. Really, there isn't much time to squeeze in anything else.  Now that the snow has set in the photography is slowing way down.  That's what happens when you don't have a studio. I rely on Mother

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-24757128647984078642010-12-08T20:43:00.001-05:002010-12-08T20:43:38.096-05:00

With Love Blue Christmas CardGet custom photo Christmas cards online at Shutterfly.com.View the entire collection of cards.

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-2198192308332390242010-08-28T10:08:00.001-04:002010-08-28T10:10:30.628-04:00

Here's what I've been up to lately.  Last year I started a little photography business called "Pets and the City Photography" which was dedicated to pets and their people.  It was fun and I got to flex my creative muscles again (after a long period of muscle atrophy).  Here's the thing though...even though people are willing to dress their pooches in expensive gear, pay outlandish vet bills (I

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-36649366330095759272010-08-20T22:39:00.002-04:002010-08-20T22:43:22.392-04:00

This is her first time being sick.  Poor girl. Isn't she pitiful?She hadn't been eating well the last few days and got a runny nose.Then she got a yucky cough. Mama called the doctor and the doctor said,"No more monkeysJumping on the bed!"  No, that's not what the doctor said at all. She actually said, "Yep she has an earinfection and an upper respiratory infection."  Go figure. I just stopped

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-58181473353266281052010-08-15T22:07:00.001-04:002010-08-15T22:09:15.008-04:00

This is my Summer spot.  After my Bird is in bed and my husband is situated on the couch watching reruns of Two and a Half Men; this is where I go.  I sit. I read. I drink an Izze, or a glass of wine, or a sweet tea. *breathe in. breathe out.*  I stare at the sky and study the clouds or the early moon.  I ponder. I try not to ponder.  Sometimes I want nothing on my mind. Nothing but the sound of

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-52676845833696622052010-08-11T22:17:00.000-04:002010-08-11T22:17:25.032-04:00

I'm totally a Mellenhead. Mellencamp fan. This morning presale tickets went on sale and I stalked my computer all morning waiting forthe secret password to show up and constantly refreshing my browser.The moment of truth at 10am! "Buy Tickets" showed up on my screenand I furiously typed in all the essential info and dutifully filled in the 'captcha" blank.At first I got Row L.  I declined and

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-2522352971513234822010-08-03T14:49:00.000-04:002010-08-03T14:49:25.128-04:00

We just celebrated Wren's 1st birthday a couple weeks ago.  She is so awesome.  I know everyone probably thinks their kids are so awesome...well, I'm just a proud mama. Thought I'd share a birthday pic. We had a little party with friends and family. I made all the decorations at the cake. I won't be makinganother fancy cake. I told Wren that was her last fancy cake made by her mama.  I totally

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-34148558670376973872010-07-22T21:50:00.000-04:002010-07-22T21:50:48.479-04:00

*This story took place over a year ago, but I just found it!* SETTING: as the curtain opens and the lights come up we see; me in my pajamas (read: yoga pants, big maternity top, messy hair and glasses) sitting on the couch in my living room. There is a smattering of loose papers around me as I sort through old 401k statements from previous employers. I can’t seem to remember if I ever rolled them

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-5107434698317854872010-07-20T21:08:00.000-04:002010-07-20T21:08:38.413-04:00

Can you remember your very first sip of a chocolate milkshake? This is my Bird at the county fair Sunday evening enjoying her very first chocolate milkshake from the local dairy farmers tent.  Her daddy is holding the cup for her because she's not even big enough to do that on her own yet.  I think a milkshake is one of those things that can transcend barriers dividing folks; age, ethnicity,

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-40115879046780389272010-07-14T12:00:00.001-04:002010-07-14T12:02:14.718-04:00

This blog is being redesigned at the moment, so hang on to your hats because it's going to get a little sprampier around here!

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-81034551650362565342009-10-15T09:01:00.004-04:002009-10-15T09:08:14.697-04:00

Good Morning internet! It's a rainy cold (I can see my breath!) October day in Indiana. I have just a few things to say:1. I'm tired of cleaning up dog hork every morning.2. I debated at 7:30 am about whether or not I should go back to bed. I stayed awake. We'll see how that goes.3. I'm reading an article in "O" magazine (Oprah's) about how to "Answer the Call." Which you might think is an

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-14781960359562497432009-10-09T16:10:00.002-04:002009-10-09T16:22:05.845-04:00

Hello internet! Sorry it's been awhile. I've had some upheaval in my life recently and just didn't have time to blog. It started with the Swine Flu and went downhill from there.As you know while Boo had H1N1 I stayed at my mom and stepdads for a week with Wren. I'm really glad I had the chance to do that because on Sept. 22 my stepdad had cardiac arrest and died. Yeah. Just like that. He was only

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-79544439444762450052009-09-15T23:01:00.003-04:002009-09-15T23:24:28.406-04:00

Where have I been you ask? About a month ago my husband came home from work feeling fatigued and generally crappy. He'd had a stuffy/runny nose the day before but nothing worth paying attention to. When he came home from work I made him take his temperature and it was 102 degrees. I immediately sent him to the spare bedroom and mandated that he stay there until further notice. In the morning

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-56765256894322630252009-08-24T10:18:00.003-04:002009-08-24T10:42:25.208-04:00

My beautiful Bird is 6 weeks old now. She is such a sweet little critter. I still can't believe she came from my belly. I'm getting the hang of being a stay at home mom. She and I have our daily routine established more or less and that helps the day go smoothly. Now that I'm six weeks post c-section I'm able to accomplish more around the house while she naps. There for awhile I couldn't do

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-60115922444487720142009-08-16T11:11:00.002-04:002009-08-16T11:21:33.940-04:00

Our willow tree kept me company as I enjoyed coffee on the deck. Quiet mornings to myself are rare...I relish them.

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-40094777555362113812009-08-10T10:45:00.002-04:002009-08-10T11:01:54.814-04:00

So, I had a little talk with myself about how unrealistic it is to keep my baby in a bubble not to mention unhealthy...psychologically speaking. I put on my big girl panties and got over myself. We went to the lake. Yep, Boo, myself and the baby loaded into the car Saturday morning and made the hour and a half drive to the lakehouse. The little Bird slept the entire way there. *sigh* What

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-15579284622826680822009-08-07T19:54:00.004-04:002009-10-09T16:01:31.281-04:00

As a new mama I am suspicious that I am of the "over-protective" variety. My girl will be four weeks old on Sunday and the only place I've taken her is to breastfeeding group on Wednesday nights. I refuse to let anyone bring their kids to my house for fear of germs. In fact I have imagined installing a giant bubble around my house just to keep her safe.I've got to loosen up. I'm holding on too

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-15111228444858504632009-08-03T11:40:00.003-04:002009-08-03T11:54:51.552-04:00

This is Karley. She is a native Kansan...she comes from Kansas is what I'm saying. Now she lives among the corn fields of Indiana and hangs out with my mare all day long. I took these photos for her owner. I love detail. Just look at the detail of her headstall! ...and the contrast of her blaze...oh and her gentle, soft eye.Now, this. She'd be really embarrassed if she knew I posted a close

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-28242450762879558992009-07-29T13:50:00.004-04:002009-07-29T14:16:15.359-04:00

As a new mama I've been feeling very cooped up in the house. Since I had a c-section I wasn't allowed to drive for two weeks...not sure if that's because of the incision or the pain meds. Cabin fever does not become me. I was getting depressed. As an extrovert I tend to get my energy from other people and social situations. Usually I'm quite the butterfly out and about talking, visiting and

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-52894909009590245072009-07-27T11:03:00.002-04:002009-07-27T11:17:35.082-04:00

Here are a couple snapshots of the new Bird. Her name is Wren. She is lovely and precious and I've never experienced love on this level. She has chipmunk cheeks and little fat rolls all over. I get emotional everytime I look at her and think about the fact that she's my daughter and how very cool that is. "Cleaning and scrubbing can wait 'til tomorrow; for babies grow up, we've learned to

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-65259030871823178922009-07-23T11:48:00.003-04:002009-07-23T11:53:26.723-04:00

Yes! There's a baby girl! I apologize profusely that there is not a cute cuddly photo posted with this and you may feel free to flog me for it. I will post one very soon!She was born July 12th at 10:38pm. We ended up with a c-section due to a number of factors.She is beautiful and much bigger than I anticipated (guess it was all those Hostess cupcakes I ate!) weighing in at 8lbs 9oz.Pinky swear

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-64064711023405503402009-07-11T12:46:00.002-04:002009-07-11T13:02:50.076-04:00

There's no baby yet. She was due yesterday. I sat around yesterday waiting for something to happen. That was very boring. This morning I decided I would put some faith in the old saying that "a watched pot never boils." I squirmed and rolled my way off the bed this morning and took a nice relaxing shower. I did my hair, put on some make-up. My Boo made pancakes and sausage and I enjoyed

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-31741683053030420792009-07-09T16:13:00.003-04:002009-07-09T16:36:44.760-04:00

One day away from my baby's due date. I'm so ready to meet her and see her little hands and feet. I can't wait to stare at her little face. A few months ago I wanted to have some maternity photos done. I found photographer who was building his portfolio at the time and said he'd do it for free. Free is good for me. I thought he did an excellent job. These are unedited shots and I

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-50985514686987802282009-07-08T19:40:00.002-04:002009-07-08T19:58:28.062-04:00

For those of you following along I am now TWO days away from my very first baby's due date.The Stork is scheduled to drop her off on Friday the 10th. I've had multiple conversations with the Stork and his people about the schedule and making sure that he has no other obligations on the morning of 10th than bringing my baby girl. Of course much like FedEx or UPS the Stork and his people are all

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-17511631131441073742009-07-07T21:08:00.003-04:002009-07-07T21:39:46.298-04:00

I love wildflowers. I was just over on another blog admiring gorgeous photos of a wild daisy and felt compelled to browse my own "floral archive." Last summer I ended up having the most glorious patch of wildflowers on the west side of our house. In the warm breezy summer evenings I'd walk around to the side of the house, typically with a small dog on my trail, to admire the variety of blooms

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-47586994851945962302009-07-06T11:24:00.003-04:002009-07-06T11:55:10.937-04:00

Here is a small sample of the fireworks that were strewn all over our home office on Friday afternoon. Believe me, there were more than this. Lots more. My husband is passionate about fireworks. By day he's a mild mannered IT professional. He wears nice dress pants with button up shirts and shaves daily. His manner changes dramatically during Fourth of July weekend though. On July 3rd he

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-89462128945407419662009-07-04T10:00:00.006-04:002009-07-04T10:57:51.693-04:00

I know it's been forever since I posted but I've been waiting around to share a big surprise with you. Unfortunately, I'm at the mercy of another person and the process is going longer than I anticipated. So, I promise there is still a surprise coming but I have a feeling it's going to be awhile...so let's all just cool our heels.In the meantime there is MUCH bigger news anyway. Have you checked

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-62460001309096581282009-05-20T11:52:00.003-04:002009-05-20T12:09:04.495-04:00

Remember how I said there was a surprise coming soon? Apparently these little piggies have heard about it because they're running to tell all their friends. I can't shut them up about it!They're going to ruin the surprise! "OINK! Oink oinkoinkoink Oink!" Dang it! They spilled the beans. What's that? Oh! Great, you don't speak pig latin. Whew. Then the surprise isn't ruined. Coming Soon!

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-44116921765454555842009-05-05T09:22:00.002-04:002009-05-05T09:25:54.163-04:00

Just for fun I thought I'd share this with you today. My little dog just got her "summer cut" and she's been nervously scooting around from place to place in the house...trying to outrun her nakedness. She's feeling a little breezier I'm sure.

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-66296626751594478602009-05-01T07:33:00.003-04:002009-05-01T07:45:56.286-04:00

I can't tell you. It's a big surprise coming soon...that isn't my baby. It's going to be sooo much fun. Wish I could give you a hint. I think you'll enjoy it. Okay, okay, I'll give you a couple of hints: It's global, but it's smaller than a breadbox. You can't wear it or eat it but you can share it with your friends. And to make the mystery even bigger....you probably won't hear much from

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-72570451784308599812009-04-20T08:16:00.003-04:002009-04-20T08:28:36.278-04:00

Hello rainy Monday morning. I don't mind that you're here, but let's get one thing straight. You aren't going to follow me to Tampa in a few days. Okay? I'm meeting a few others down there and you just wouldn't fit in. Sunshine and warmth will be there and I think Ocean Breeze will be stopping by as well. I hope you understand. You know I enjoy your company too but I think we need a break

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-84207790878601603312009-04-09T20:31:00.003-04:002009-04-09T20:35:36.245-04:00

Sweet nectar of the fertility gods. A suicide frozen Coke mixed with cherry Fanta. Just one of my crazy cravings. I sent Boo to the Speedway gas station twenty minutes before the Final Four Championship tip off. He's a keeper.

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-70935856872124484342009-04-08T17:42:00.003-04:002009-04-08T17:52:12.284-04:00

These are the cushy wall panels that my friend L and I made. They are hanging up now, so maybe you'd rather see them in action than on the floor...well, maybe next time. Here is Boo victoriously posing with the crib that he so gallantly put together. Let's give him a hand! This is me at 21? or 22 weeks. Here I am dressed as an Easter egg at 26 weeks. Have you checked the baby ticker at the

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-68562763836366295342009-03-25T07:54:00.002-04:002009-03-25T08:16:20.155-04:00

Thank you internet friends for keeping me on the straight and narrow. I forgot to post an update about Farley and his mystery lameness. Boo and I decided to give him the weekend to improve before we hustled off to the vet. We did give him a couple of low dose childrens aspirin to see if that would help. Apparently, either aspirin is a miracle drug or Farley is a big drama dude. He probably

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-296784556391206162009-03-19T09:16:00.002-04:002009-03-19T09:30:09.140-04:00

I was digging through a drawer and came across an old notebook. I used this notebook during a "Women in Literature" course. While flipping through it I came across a little poem type thing that I wrote a long time ago and thought I'd share it.Yes, I feed in the morning. Scoop out the grain and divy up the hay. I really look good in my business suit with my pants tucked down in manure flecked

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-37509785075888427142009-03-17T09:02:00.004-04:002009-03-17T09:17:32.063-04:00

Top o' the mornin to you! Due to my Irish heritage, I thought I'd share a few photos of Ireland. My husband went there a few years ago and these are some images he captured...I've personally never visited, but we intend to go. Boo really wants to go back. To celebrate today I'll be cooking a traditional corned beef brisket with cabbage, potatoes and carrots. There will be Guinness on hand, for

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-68961415766912264082009-03-14T07:10:00.002-04:002009-03-14T07:31:28.507-04:00

This is a photo of Farley, our four year old yellow lab. It was taken last summer during better days when he was fetching a tennis ball in the lake. This morning he is not feeling well at all and it breaks my heart. I noticed two nights ago that he whimpered as he was trying to stand up. It caught my attention because he's not a very vocal dog. It's just not his style. But he only did it

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-33897845840452223682009-03-13T09:34:00.003-04:002009-03-13T09:49:55.760-04:00

Good Friday morning! I feel like I should be walking in, sitting down to change my shoes and put on my morning sweater while singing a little tune to you internet friends. Sunny Friday mornings are just the bees knees aren't they? What does that have to do with the photo I have posted? Nothing. I just like that guy. I met him on a sunny morning in the desert while I was in Arizona one time.

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-14172140343373771102009-03-10T16:32:00.003-04:002009-03-10T17:15:42.073-04:00

I went to Barnes and Noble Bookstore today just to browse around and wile away some time.First I went into the "Sales" section to see what's new. Then I meandered into the gardening section. I was trying to find the "writing" section when I stumbled into the "Children's" section. Much like the children's department at my childhood library it was almost magical to walk thru the special entrance

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-12670117257094019192009-03-06T21:36:00.002-05:002009-03-06T21:45:49.114-05:00

Okay, with a little help from my friends on the internet I have installed a "pregnancy ticker." It is located all the way at the bottom of my blog because it's a long skinny "ruler" style ticker. The small square ones that would've fit on the right sidebar were pics of an animated creepy floating fetus. I didn't want to creep you guys out. So I picked a cartoon stork that now flys at the

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-14841129138855649842009-03-03T09:03:00.003-05:002009-03-03T09:32:53.778-05:00

I'm a couple weeks into this "stay at home mom" thing and I thought I'd report how I'm doing thus far. Complete and utter honesty, okay?First of all, the baby is still in my belly so there is no "momming" to be done yet so I have to find things to fill my day with. The whole idea for leaving my job early was to accomplish a few things before the baby's arrival. I guess I've gotten some things

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-62467662673959043342009-02-25T09:02:00.006-05:002009-10-09T15:52:48.643-04:00

Dear Blogger and internet people-I've been cheating on you with Facebook and I apologize for not spending equal amounts of time with you. It's not you, it's me. I don't want to break up or anything, I just need you to be patient until the newness wears off of FB. It's been magical though, getting reacquainted with old friends, college roommates, former classmates, my cousins who live far away and

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Hello internet people! I've returned home from my week long stint in Tucson. First I will tell you the really big news followed by a few details of my trip to Arizona perhaps illustrated by some unedited photos. Mmmmkay, big news! Boo and I went in for our 20 week ultrasound and found out the little bundle of life in my belly is a girl. We will have a daughter and we couldn't be happier! The

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-60943468541619698972009-02-05T08:03:00.003-05:002009-02-05T08:35:43.004-05:00

Don't know when I'll be back again.....just kidding. I'll be back next Thursday. I'm flying out to Tucson, AZ this afternoon for a little R&R. My friend K 's parents have a condo out there and my grandma lives out there in the wintertime. I'll be splitting my time between both. K and I plan to attend an art festival in a tiny little artist colony called Tubac on Friday, then Saturday we're going

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-21828355628555070372009-01-31T09:33:00.005-05:002009-01-31T09:46:39.687-05:00

Hhhmmm. Seems the only thing Mya's missing is a hood andwalking stick.

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Today we woke up to the most snow I've seen in one snowfall since 1996. The State Policewanted people to stay off the roads so I obliged and stayed home from work. I have to admit, since next Wednesday is my last day, I'm not exactly breaking my back in the work department.I did some things around the house, dusting and whatnot. Then I grabbed my camera and took the dogs outside in the

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-65127899505673680942009-01-26T19:31:00.003-05:002009-01-26T19:40:43.619-05:00

An old country church that I am facinated with. The willow tree in my backyard. A late summer morning at sunrise. Foggy field with ghost tree.

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I did it. It took all day for me to put on my big girl panties and say what I wanted to say. But in the end, I did it.I quit my job. Yes, I turned in my two weeks notice today at 5pm. I went out this morning and made sales calls all day as if it were any other day then I came home and called my manager (he lives in Kentucky) and told him I was leaving. He said,"Damn, I hate to lose you, your such

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-82481157004091147012009-01-21T07:49:00.003-05:002009-01-21T07:56:09.728-05:00

I'm freaking out a little bit this morning. If I were a nail-biter, I'd have nubs.There are nervous/excited butterflys in my belly. I'm on the verge of something that makes me want to A. Make a joyful noise and run out of the house chasing dreams and/or B. Vomit and crawl under the covers.Pray for me. I'll be back this afternoon to clue you in.

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-61410266695273795862009-01-17T09:07:00.003-05:002009-01-17T09:56:06.987-05:00

I have not even had a cup of decaf yet. I like quiet weekend mornings. Slide out of bed before Boo and sneak out into the kitchen to make some coffee or cup of tea. Sit quietly on the couch or at the dining room table enjoying the solitude of the morning hours. Maybe read a book, catch up on blogs or simply gaze out the window.My two dogs usually curled up at my feet.Not this morning. The

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-65802309867421151732009-01-12T18:52:00.002-05:002009-01-12T19:30:54.488-05:00

I wore my first pair of maternity pants today. The only dress pants I have that still fit me are black. I wear them constantly. Over the weekend a friend dropped off a bunch of maternity clothes for me to go thru. I was afraid there would be a sack of disney characters and matronly floral numbers. To my astonishment the sackswere loaded with nice, modern assortments of cute jeans, khaki's,

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-36562617299061251662009-01-01T20:20:00.003-05:002009-01-02T08:30:38.564-05:00

I tried to think of a more original title but...well, there you go. It is New Years Day 2009. In fact January 2nd is only a few hours away now. It's been a busy couple of days for me. Yesterday was my 33rd *gasp* birthday. Yep, New Years Eve is my birthday and everyone usually forgets it because of the New Year, and I've made peace with that. Actually, this year I was s-p-o-i-l-e-d for my

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-23629027289702807162008-12-25T09:18:00.002-05:002008-12-25T09:24:36.420-05:00

I hope on this morning you are with the folks you love and care about. I hope this day carries the magic and wonderment for you that it did when you were a child. I hope you remember the reason for the season.Merry Christmas friends!

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-44711527823038200202008-12-22T17:46:00.004-05:002008-12-22T18:27:43.663-05:00

Today was my first official vacation day. I'm off until January 5th. Lemme tell ya, I haven't had a vacation day since I started this new job back in May. I don't mean to sound like a whiner, butdagnabit, I deserve some down time. I wonder how many days it will take before thoughts of my job will filter completely out.So in celebration of my first day of vacation I woke up, ate some yogurt and

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-51550646026760816062008-12-11T18:00:00.004-05:002008-12-11T22:43:52.159-05:00

I have big plans for this evening. First of all my husband is swinging by Rally's (Checker's to some of you) to pick up a greasy cheeseburger and seasoned fries for me on his way home. I intend to balance that out with a Diet Coke. Right. Then, at 8pm the John Mellencamp BIO will air. After that at 9pm the "Homeward Bound" 90 minute John Mellencamp documentary will air. I will be glued to the

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-91878599285457290592008-12-04T15:24:00.004-05:002008-12-04T15:46:56.159-05:00

"For whom the bell tolls...." I will tell you that there are some changes coming. Remember back in the early fall I said I could feel change coming but I just didn't know what it was yet. Well, now I know. You will know soon too. Doesn't that sound ominous? It's not really. Not ominous.It's not one change, it's going to be a series of happenings. It makes me nervous and excited all at once

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-48778718594208422862008-11-25T17:57:00.002-05:002008-11-25T18:38:54.920-05:00

First, I want to share with you that I have a fresh zit smack dab in the middle of my upper lip. You know, the area between your nose and lip...the little dip right there has a magnificent pimple. I felt like every person I spoke to today was looking at it. It's like my zit was out talking to people all day instead of me. I don't typically get acne. Not even when I was a teenager, go ahead,

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-56704608786636152542008-11-14T16:51:00.003-05:002008-11-14T17:04:57.248-05:00

It's Friday afternoon, thank goodness the weekend is here. I've been thinking lately about what I would do if I didn't have to work in corporate sales anymore. I have several ideas, not sure if any of them are realistic and so, friends, I ask you for your thoughts.First, I could write. Probably try writing some fiction. I've already started writing my memoirs of my life thusfar. I can tell you

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-84892556407117943512008-11-09T09:46:00.003-05:002008-11-09T10:14:42.347-05:00

It's gray (or is it grey?) this morning in Indiana. And cold. Dang cold. Last week we had a little Indian Summer going on with a balmy 72 degrees. Now, it's about 40 degrees outside. It was the same way yesterday. Boo and I ran errands together yesterday. I like it when we run errands together on weekends because it's cozy and couple-y. I don't like it when we barely see/talk to each other

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-36895490344145114802008-11-01T09:49:00.003-04:002008-11-01T10:02:34.131-04:00

Hey "team!" This morning we are going to "push beyond limits" and "raise the bar!" No no no...we're not going to do any of that this morning I think that was just the leftover corporate motivational jargon in my head.W.O.W, Tuesday night after dinner at a beachside restaurant in Huntington beach I did indeed dip my toes in the Pacific for you! It was a lovely evening of great food, great wine

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-70452169857775448032008-10-26T13:59:00.002-04:002008-10-26T14:05:05.522-04:00

Hey y'all, I'm leaving for a few days. In fact, I'll be gone the better part of the week. Actually I'll be back late Thursday night just in time for the best part of the week, the weekend. I've got a big whoopdeedoo national sales conference with my company out in California. My plane leaves tonight at 5pm and I know I'm going to be bushed in the morning being on west coast time. It's my hope

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-35780215373992198852008-10-24T07:37:00.005-04:002008-10-24T09:46:03.264-04:00

I love my mare. I wanted a horse so badly when I was a kid. I begged my parents everyday. I talked about horses constantly, in school, at home, at my friends houses, in the car, to myself. I'm sure I was known as the dorky horse girl to the kids at school. Whatever, we all have to have a passion, right? When I was four years old Santa left a little brown stuffed horse under the tree. She was not

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-2449313716102206792008-10-14T21:51:00.012-04:002008-10-15T07:42:53.314-04:00

Greetings on this Tuesday night. I just got home from Photoshop class...I think I know enough to be dangerous. I'll post some of my handiwork another time. In other news, my ex-husbands girlfriend emailed me back with useless information. Basically the transaction was handled over the phone and she doesn't have record of his phone number, can't remember his name, but knows he lives on the

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-3457984577800705622008-10-10T21:27:00.004-04:002008-10-10T21:53:55.830-04:00

Well, I really must apologize for my previous post. I will admit to you though that I'm quite a light weight when it comes to drinking. Last nights drunken blog was the result of three beers. Yep, three. And I truly am having problems with my "b" key. I have to push it extra hard to be sure it works. Also, I assure you that my sober husband drove me home last night. I don't drink very

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-6126012937895291702008-10-08T17:33:00.003-04:002008-10-08T17:52:59.944-04:00

Hey folks. I am at a loss. Literally. I had a beautiful miniature horse named Stouts Bluemoon. When I left my ex husband a few years ago I took her and my big mare with me. I boarded them both and got to be a little costly for a single girl. So, since my big mare had plenty of company at the stable, I loaned the mini back to my ex so his gelding wouldn't be all alone. I told him if his gelding

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-49257341452723321102008-09-30T22:40:00.003-04:002008-09-30T22:54:15.598-04:00

I feel like I am ready to climb the walls. I want to go through the house and throw everything away. Go through my closet and throw everything out. Take everything off the walls and enjoy the emptiness. We just had some of the rooms in our house painted so most of the stuff is off the walls anyway. It feels fresh. This time of year is typically when really big changes have happened in my

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-67230278396857084162008-09-23T22:01:00.004-04:002008-09-23T22:32:52.764-04:00

I know, I know, I know....I was posting practically everyday then, BAM! Nothing. I probably should've been blogging this whole time though...I think it's a great way to vent. For the past week or so I've been completely covered up with my job. Basically 12 hour days, everyday. I even worked last Sunday. The sad thing is, my office is at my house...the house is falling down around me while I am

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-68163230665603122382008-09-14T19:16:00.007-04:002008-09-14T20:07:56.417-04:00

Friday night I loaded the dogs into the Honda CRV along with my husband and all our gear. Not only did we pack our regular "going to the lake" luggage, but we had to bring every conceivable tool that he might need to build a dock. Each male family member was required to show up with a power drill and enough stamina to build the new dock from start to finish in one day. I showed up with my camera.

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-24651847847426685872008-09-10T07:37:00.003-04:002008-09-10T08:05:06.745-04:00

Here's the old dock at the lake. You can see that it's in pretty bad repair. And what in tarnation is that ugly green thing? Well, that my friends is my grandpas answer to a "boathouse." It has always looked incredibly out of place, an eyesore if you will. My grandpa didn't give a hoot about appearances. Practicality and functionality was his concern. Oh, and frugal...he was frugal. The man

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-76104441583521044822008-09-08T20:04:00.004-04:002008-09-08T20:28:16.682-04:00

We went to the lake two weekends ago to tear out the old dock. We are going back to the lake this weekend to build the new dock. One of my favorite things to do is scoot out of the cabin early in the morning to enjoy and observe the peace and quiet that I can only find there. Come take a morning walk with me...My grandpa built this cabin 50 years ago. It sits on a small lake with some other

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-7147852906153930652008-09-03T20:32:00.003-04:002008-09-03T20:52:11.795-04:00

There's my mare! She came home from Purdue and is slowly healing from surgery. She's just hanging out in the pasture in her fly mask. They removed the tumor with a CO2 laser and kept her in the large animal hospital for three weeks. A student called me everyday to tell me her progress. I am so glad to have her home. Here she is hanging with her girls. All the boys are over in the other field.

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-12333519522547405312008-08-30T08:25:00.002-04:002008-08-30T08:35:12.561-04:00

I've been anticipating this morning all week. My Boo and I got to sleep in, in fact, he's still asleep. We are going to pack up, load the car, throw the dogs in and head out to the sticks for a nice relaxing weekend. We're going to the lake to hang around and be lazy. Today is also my mom's 50th birthday and Monday is Boo's birthday. I plan to sit on the screened porch at the cabin

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-2410630087246077452008-08-25T21:37:00.008-04:002008-08-25T22:09:43.417-04:00

The entrance to the Indiana State Fair, homeof fried Twinkies, Snickers and new this year, Fried Pepsi. Don't even ask, I didn't try it and I didn't see any of it either, so I can't begin to describe what this concoction might be.This little boy looks like he's never seen a cow before. Yes, even here among the corn fields and soybeans there are real people who've never experienced livestock.

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-89375607670937162752008-08-21T20:56:00.006-04:002008-08-21T21:43:58.271-04:00

Settle in, this is a sordid tale from last night. Picture a quaint, inviting conference room at a bed and breakfasty type place. That is where I was all day yesterday for work. It was an all day meeting followed by a well deserved nice dinner at a a little spot called Noah Grants. While I was eating with my co-workers/partners/team, my husband was on the golf course an hour from home. He went

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-70726992978922715792008-08-18T16:59:00.003-04:002008-08-18T17:36:44.632-04:00

Wow. I just want to tell you a few unrelated things.I was supposed to get a needle stuck in my neck this week to biopsy a couple of suspicious thyroid nodules. Just got a call from the doc saying they were nixing the biopsy because the radiologist who looked at my ultrasound photos thinks we should just re-ultrasound in 6 months to see if the nodules change size. There were no calcification's on

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Gotta give a shout out to one of my favorite movies. "Remember the Titans" It's showing all this week on the Encore channel. I'm watching it right now. What!? You've never seen it!You have no idea what you're missing. Here's the link to a trailer....now, go to Encore and find the next showing. You don't have cable? Fine then. Go rent it. It's sooo worth it.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=

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Like a game of "Cornhole" and a cold beer at the lake. Here are my fellas down at the lake a few weeks ago. In case you're not familiar with the game, it's pretty much like throwing bean bags at a hole. Except the bags are filled with field corn. My huz made the game boards himself and even got fancy and made a "travel set" that folds up. So, enjoy my cornhole photo essay!This is my huz. He's

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Today my schedule had me making sales calls in my hometown, which was sort of nice. I knew where all of the doctors' offices were located although it's not hard to figure out, just go out by the hospital. Anything that falls in the "medical" category is out by the hospital. The other end of town has the schools and car wash. Now, the "church" category is off the charts. They have those on every

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-2030144174802272622008-08-11T22:16:00.009-04:002008-08-11T22:40:13.681-04:00

I don't feel much like writing, so I thought I'd share some photos that have been hiding in my hard drive. Enjoy!This near the Superstition Mountains in Arizona.This is sunrise in the Mayan Riviera (near Playa del Carmen)Mya having a dreaded bath. She hates it. Riding Dixie last fall. I love this photo.And this one....Since my mare is sequestered to the far reaches of Lafayette, Indiana, I miss

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-67563790932019127002008-08-09T20:33:00.008-04:002008-08-09T21:40:09.436-04:00

I love my critters. I do. My beautiful, smart and gentle mare has been battling squamous cell carcinoma for the past three years. The first tumor appeared on her vulva..literally where the sun don't shine. It grew and grew and was nasty and gross. My vet biopsied it and told me it was cancer. I bawled. I am a lucky duck though because Purdue University Large Animal Hospital is an hour and a half

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-57227827818186140752008-08-07T18:40:00.006-04:002008-08-07T19:52:00.374-04:00

Look at me, three days in a row posting! I had a couple of things to share...be warned, the first thing I'm going to share is pretty gross...so if you have a weak stomach you might want to scroll past the first few paragraphs.So, I'm sitting on my couch. Right now. And this just happened about 15 minutes ago. My husbands 115 lb. yellow lab just horked his morning breakfast up all over my new wool

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04798067446079424564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1424244009328385290.post-61479243393397128702008-08-06T18:39:00.002-04:002008-08-06T19:14:33.046-04:00

I've been listening to country music lately. I haven't listened in a few years. Maybe that's why sometimes I don't really know the current, most prominent version of myself. I have found that there a couple different versions of me. Not like scary Sybil, it just seems that I am a walking contradiction sometimes.Maybe I 'd better clarify. Listening to this music takes me back to the root of

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It's 6:45am this stormy tuesday morning. My alarm went off at 6am and I laid in bed listening to the thunder. I could hear the rain pelting the shingles and occasional lightening flashed through the curtains. Just a summer storm passing thru, no need to take cover. I do love a nice summer storm. When I was a kid living out in the sticks I'd sit out in the yard and watch the storms roll in until

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Finally, it is the eve of my departure. I have been in Chicago since July 6th..non-stop, no breaks, no trips home. I am so tired of most of these people, save a select few. Imagine, you put 100 people in a hotel for three weeks...it turns into freakin Melrose Place. The gossip and rumors about who said what about who, who hooked up, who's husband just left them, who's in the closet, who's

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I am exhausted. But before you feel sorry for me, let me tell you why. I am back up in Chicago for more job training. The training has been pretty stress-free, just time consuming. Nothing like the last trip. This time I have to pretend to be giving the doctor my schpeil while a trainer evaluates me...for four different drugs...so I have to practice a lot and learn what I'm allowed to say and

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Gonna make a list for ya.I've been in Chicago for the past two weeks training for my new job.My new job is pharmaceutical sales; I've been working my ass off to break into the industry for five years.Training was brutal, but I felt triumphant at the end of the two weeks. I am home for two weeks during which I have two bridal showers (one of which I'm the hostess!), one rehearsal dinner, one

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When you grow up in a small town, typically, you have the same dentist and doctor that you started going to the first time you ever went to a dentist or doctor. I don't know how old I was when I first went to the dentist, maybe four years old? I don't know the rules about kids and getting to the dentist yet. So maybe I was four. Anyway, Dr. Huppert has been my dentist for some years now. Even

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You'll be glad to know the little bird made it! It turned out better than I thought...I woke up on Saturday and went out to the garage with some hesitation. What if he died? I slowly lifted the towel off the top of the box and there he sat, dry and alert looking at me. Before I knew it, he shot out of the box and flew around the garage! After a few minutes he landed near the lawn mower and I

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It's the middle of the night and I'm awake. I went with some girls to see the "Sex and the City" movie tonight. It started at 9:30 but the power went out halfway thru the show and it took some time to get it up and running again. Good movie btw.Hellacious storms came thru tonight and by the time I got home to let the dogs out it was past 1am. The backyard was flooded. Mya (our little dog)

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It's one of those warm Indiana spring nights. Warm enough to keep the windows open over night. I'm sitting at the dining room table enjoying the night breeze coming in the window. If I lived in the country where I'd prefer to live I would be listening to to rural night sounds like crickets and the wind rustling the trees. But I live in the most congested part of the city and I'm listening to

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FridaySpent the day browsing around Broad Ripple in little boutiques and junk stores with my friend L. I found the cutest vintage dress at an antique/everything store. I bought it. Love it.Then Boo and I saw a new movie, Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian something. It was a good movie. Not as good as the first, but still good.SaturdayMy friend R has a horse that she's leasing to a high school

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The rest of the story...Friday night we had dinner at Paula Deen's restaurant "Lady and Sons." It was fantastic! I have a new appreciation for black eye'd peas. Our server was Bruce and our bartender was James.they were very nice and gave us a few tips about what clubs to hit after dinner. So we took their recommendations and had a great time. We ran into them at a little local pub called Circa.

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A's bachelorette party was this past weekend down in Savannah, GA. She's marrying my brother-in-law in July so all her girlfriends converged upon the unsuspecting South.ArrivalA and her friend/coworker Frenchy picked me up at the airport last Thursday in Savannah. By the way, her friends name isn't really Frenchy, but she earned it over the weekend. Story to follow shortly... So anyway, the three

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Well then, I should tell you...I got a new job! I gave notice at my old job last Tuesday. I know Tuesday is a weird day; I actually had intended to wait until Friday but due to circumstances beyond my control I had to do it sooner. I had plans to go with some girlfriends to the Vera Bradley outlet sale, it's a once a year event, on Wednesday but my manager wouldn't let me have the day off...so

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