by Sarah | Feb 3, 2011 | All About Me
Circa (guessing here) 1983?? At our cottage in Canada.
Teeny bikini and all. It wasn’t all cuteness like this:
Circa (another guess) 1980? (81?).
Yeah, this one is less dorky. (and looks AMAZINGLY like my Angel)
OF course, than there’s this one…where my brother gets to be the dork.
Yeah, that’s better. Bro sticking out his tongue.
I’m thinking this one is 81-82ish too.
(Many thanks to my long lost Beach-pal that found me on facebook and scanned in these memories [1st & 3rd pic are from her].)
by Sarah | Feb 2, 2011 | All About Denver, All About Kennedy, Cystic Fibrosis
For weeks the countdown to the next CF clinic appointment has been on. Angel and Brandon both had their blood drawn for the full genome sweep to determine their CF standing.
While yes, I’ve been in a panic about Brandon’s…
I’ve also been secretly worried about Angel’s. Despite everything, I wondered if it would actually come back positive.
Don’t get me wrong. I know everything we’ve been through. I remember the past three years clearly.
It’s because of that that I’ve been worried.
In case you don’t remember, our Journey to CF (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3) was not a clear, direct path. In fact, it wasn’t until May of 2010 and 1 positive test result that our highly experienced and dedicated, CF specialty, Pulmonary doctor said without a trace of doubt that this was CF.
So, in the back of my mind lingered that bit of doubt. Wondering, worrying what the test would show.
Tomorrow was supposed to be the day.
The city is covered in ice and the appointment has been CANCELED.
When I got the call I asked for the nurse to call me back. “Brandon is freaking out” was my excuse – but in truth, so am I.
They had to run Angel’s test first so they knew what to look for in Brandon’s. So….her results are in – his are NOT (oy).
In short, Angel has CF.
In length, the two defects that create her CF are VERY RARE. She’s a mutant of a gene mutation. She’s…unique. (we always knew that).
We don’t know the full extent of what this means for her. Or if it means anything at all beyond her having it.
We have to meet with the doctor for that.
So we’re back in a holding pattern. Our next scheduled appointment is the 23rd.
We’ll be looking for and hoping for answers for Brandon before then. The CF nurse is keeping an eye out for us. If I don’t hear anything by Wednesday of next week, they haven’t got them in. I’ll call again the following week to see. If they still don’t have anything, the next week will be our appt.
So…all we know now is that our little Angel is a weirdo. Unfortunately, this isn’t really news. (But it is a relief to have genetic confirmation that her strain is unusual, and we haven’t struggled to reach an answer that was false).
by Sarah | Feb 1, 2011 | All of Us, Crap
Peals of laughter echo through 1000 square feet.
Little feet pound across floors, shuddering through the house.
The sound of vehicles driving by is rare, but still happens.
Despite the sheet of ice covering our street.
Our trees.
Our yard.
We are safe. We have power (for now).
They say last night was not the worst. Tonight will be more.
Our trees have lost limbs.
Walking across our yard sounds like walking across a frozen lake.
It’s beautiful.
Dangerous.
I worry about my husband who went out in the ice to work because they wouldn’t close.
We will snuggle together against the cold. Hope that our power lines hold out.
We will make it through the silence.
I’d prefer the snow. Feet of snow is manageable.
Inches of ice is worrying.
I hope all in Indy stay safe. Warm. Keep their power.
Including us.
by Sarah | Jan 30, 2011 | Writing, writing tips
This is just a portion of THE PILE.
Books that I’m reading. Are in line to be read. Or I just finished reading.
I’ve set a goal this year to read more.
I made the same goal last year, and did very well for the first couple of months.
And then I gave up. I focused on my writing – and writing I did. For months I wrote so much my husband missed me. My bed missed me. I’m pretty sure my kids missed me. Hundreds of thousands of words.
It frustrated me that I gave up reading. I mean, how often are you told that if you want to write, you have to READ. That you can’t improve your craft if you aren’t reading what you can to build on your skills and see what others have done. Learn new techniques. See what you like, what you don’t like. Learn to incorporate it into your craft.
Now I’m reading again. Knee deep in about 4 books. I’ve finished one. I’m getting through what I can in my *ahem* “spare time” (who has THAT?). I’m trying to schedule reading time into every day I can. Instead of playing Soduko on my Nook when I take a bath – I’m actually using it to read. (I am NOT fighing w/ my husband over it yet…as when he uses it I can get an actual paper book, and vice versa. We’re behaving for the moment)
Now I’m starting to remember why I quit.
The deep frustration that seeps into the pleasure I’m supposed to take in reading.
The deep, abiding love that I always had for reading starts to seem like a memory.
Because I can’t turn off my inner editor.
Although, that little monster of a creature is child’s play compared to the other, larger monster that really threatens my love of reading. My pure enjoyment and escape.
The inner editor is a tiny little mosquito just buzzing gently in my ear as I get through the book.
The real monster? The Godzilla that could stomp out the mosquito, but instead feeds it until it gets bigger.
I guess you could call him jealousy.
I read these books.
My inner editor buzzes.
And Godzilla feeds him, helping him grow HUGE.
Pointing out that the little error he’s about to ignore is the reason an editor turned down my own book. Or that this it’s a primary “RULE” out there that no writer should EVER break – but it’s in this novel…and this novel is published. And selling.
It makes me frustrated. Over things that I KNOW I shouldn’t be letting myself get in a snit over.
It makes me want to just stop before I get REALLY upset and just get back to writing 2,000-7,000 words a day.
Because it’s SO much easier than “Trying to learn” from people that have made it through the hell of getting a book published…only to find errors that you’ve been told at every turn is WRONG WRONG WRONG.
It’s also very difficult to just enjoy a book this way.
Which is something I miss.
A lot.
by Sarah | Jan 29, 2011 | Photography, Weekly Winners


All taken w/ Canon Rebel XTi.
I got some new toys for my camera. Unable to afford the crazy expense for a real macro lens, I bought magnifying lenses (1+, 2+, 4+, & 10X). They aren’t infallible, but they make me happy.
Pistil

Petals

Center

Eying it Up

The Choice
*My Family has a tradition. On the first birthday, three items are set in front of the child. Whatever they chose determines the future. Book. Coin. Shot Glass.=Smart. Rich. Drunk.

1st

CAKE!

Mmmmmmm

What do you mean, Bath Time?!?!

Jammin’

Empty

See more of my favorite photos over at my flickr account.
That’s all for this week. Head on over to Lotus‘ digs to see more!!