Wednesday, December 31, 2008

quote of the day

"I have a cough in my chest"

Yeah? Really, because last time I checked that was the only place you could get a cough.

And no, I didn't say that, just thought it. And laughed.

At least I could find a laugh today. . . .

Happy New Year!!!

Tuesday, December 16, 2008


I thought I'd share with you something new I learned. After stopping at 2 Post Offices yesterday for Christmas stamps and being told both were out but would be getting some soon. And after having another close in my face at 4:30pm (what is up with that?) I learned you can order stamps on-line and they will mail them to you. How fabulous is that? A dollar for shipping, that's all it cost. And I don't have to go back to the Post Office. Yippeeee!!!

Monday, December 15, 2008

Merry Christmas!

My mother, the decorator, came over and helped me with my mantle decorations for Christmas. And since none of you have come over to see it, here are the pictures. I just love decorating for Christmas, but it sure takes a long time. And living almost in Texas, as I'm told by my friends, no one comes over to appreciate it. And Bella and Bentley are tired of me looking at the decorations and saying, "Aren't they pretty?" They think "Christmas tree" sounds too much like "treat" so off to the treat jar they run every time I talk about it.
And Merry Christmas!!
"The Earth is full of His unfailing love"
Psalm 33:5

My tree

My Christmas Dishes.

Three Christmases waiting outside Dillards on the 26th to get the 50% Off Sales. I just love them!!

My Dining Room--unused, but decorated none the less.

Learned that from Sus--setting the table even though no one is coming.

And my mantle--didn't my mom do a great job? One for the cover of Southern Living!!!

happy birthday mom!

To the greatest Mom in the World,

You have done more for me than I could ever imagine. I thank you for the way you show me Jesus in all that you do. Thank you for all the sewing you do. I love my house, not so much the smocked dresses when I was 5. But you're right, the pictures are nice. Thanks for teaching me to be nice to my sister, I do treasure her. Thank you for letting me move back in, twice, to finish my education. I know I'm not easy to live with but I loved our time together. Thanks for calling me every day, just to check in. I love that you still check in on a 31 year old. I hope we have 31 more years together!

Love you! Sarah

Monday, December 8, 2008

how 'bout them sooners?

Some friends and I are going to make the 21+ Hour trek to Miami, FL for the BCS Championship Game. It will be a fabulous time!! Anyone else want to join us?

Saturday, December 6, 2008

the 30s

Well, I'm offically in my 30s. Last year it didn't really count. This year it does because I've lived my 31st year. (You know--you turn 1 after living your first year, turn 2 after living your 2nd year, ect.)

Some fabulous friends met me for dinner and a movie last night. We saw AUSTRALIA. I would recommend an afternoon viewing--10:45 on a Friday night is a bit late for me. But it was really great. Thanks gals!!!

And let's not forget the cake. Num Yummy! (have you seen that Campbell's commerical, maybe it's just me) It was a chocolate cake (no duh) with a layer of fudge and nuts, then a layer of cheesecake, topped with a chocolate ganache. It was fabulous!!

The past couple of years have been really trying. But God is so good and has blessed me beyond what I could have imagined. Sure, I would love to be married and have a family by the time I turned 30 but I can't forget what HE has done for me. The grass is always greener on the other side, right?

Kylie, me, Rebecca and Liz

Thanks for making my birthday so special. And here's to a great 32nd year of life!!

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

living alone

I really enjoy living by myself, most of the time. If the kitchen is dirty when I leave, it will be dirty when I get home. No one else to blame but myself. Not so much the roommates. (love you Lou) I could clean the kitchen, leave, come home and it was dirty. Angering.

But today I experienced one not so good thing about living alone:

Running out of toilet paper.

See, if you live with others you can yell for TP.

Not so much when you live alone. I'm thinking about letting the dogs go to seeing eye dog training camp to learn to fetch needed things for me. We've all seen the videos of dogs getting their owners beer from the fridge. I think they could be trained to fetch TP.

But in the end, another reason to live alone: running through the house with pants around your ankles looking for TP. . . . .

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

a funny story

So last night I get home and decide to get some Christmas stuff out of the attic. I climb up the attic and see a light switch is turned on and there is no light.

Climb back down the ladder, get new light bulb, climb back up the ladder and take out the old lightbulb and try the new one.

No luck.

Back down the ladder to get another lightbulb out of the package. Because if the first one didn't work, the 2nd one must. Climb back up the ladder.

No luck.

Back down the ladder to get the flashlight. Back up the ladder and hold the flashlight with one hand while pushing boxes to the ladder with my feet.

I carry them one by one down the ladder and start making a pile.

About the 5th trip down the ladder, I notice a light switch on the wall of the garage about half way up the wall. It's off. I turn it on. And THERE WAS LIGHT.

No matter, I giggle and think great story for the blog.

After I finish with the boxes, I turn off the other switch because who knows what that controls and I can hear electricity running through it.


Get out of bed, check the thermostat. It's 60. Turn up the temp a couple of degrees, nothing.

Then light goes on in my head--THAT SWITCH IN THE ATTIC.

Get in my car at 5:30 AM. Back the car out. Climb up into the attic and flip the switch. Furnace turns on.

Then I climb back in bed.

Moral of the story: I now know where the power switch to my furnace is located: in the attic. I also know where the light switch for the attic is.

Now if I only had a label maker . . . . .