by Sarah | Mar 17, 2011 | All About Denver
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
He really does get it from me.
We got the initial letter and application weeks ago. I said nothing here, I kept it quiet because we didn’t “know” yet. All paperwork was filled out – and so we waited.
Today the email came. I can shout it from the rooftops.
Brandon has made the Junior Honor Society!! He gets inducted into it next week.
After straight A’s first trimester with a 3.8 GPA followed by a 3.7 GPA second trimester.
HONOR SOCIETY.
So proud.
by Sarah | Mar 15, 2011 | All About Kennedy
This morning was busy.
It all started with a phone call. The pediatricians office was calling.
“We’re having a kindergarten fair. Would you like to have Angel come in?”
From there it was double checking registration dates. Talking with Special Services. The Guidance Counselor on the necessity for a 504.
Once it was all set I stared at my scribbles.
Kindergarten.
My baby. The baby of my babies.
I won’t have any more. There will be no more “oops” happening…without the equipment not even my body can screw with me like that (still don’t regret the surgery…).
She is it.
My big eyed, happiest, screamingest, cuddlingest baby.
Starting Kindergarten in just a few months.
Turning five in just over one month.
It was too soon the first time around.
It’s WAY too soon for the final time.
I’m not ready.
by Sarah | Mar 10, 2011 | All About Erik, All About Marriage, All About Me
For the first time in a while I’m using a prompt from MamaKat. One of her prompts this week was: Write a poem about a time you were left behind.
Vows were made, sealed with a kiss.
Onto the reception they were whisked.
Dinner, dancing, a bit of drinking.
Family, friends, the party was shrinking.
Tired, worn out, the day was ending.
Time to depart, the honeymoon pending.
Bride and groom gathered their things,
Bits and pieces in the wings
Then returned to the hall to go home
Only to find themselves all alone
Everyone had left in a rush
Leaving us in the dust.
So we favored the still open bar
Until family arrived in a car
****
True story. Hubby & I got left behind at our own reception. We’d used a limo to get from the church to pictures and then the reception…and not one person had planned on how we would get home to our cars so we could leave for the hotel. We had to call my parents and remind them of our existence.
Thankfully they only lived about 5 miles from the reception location!!
by Sarah | Mar 7, 2011 | All About Me
(See Part 1 Here)
It was the second day of sixth grade. I was excited to go to school. Always had been. I was one of those kids that LOVED school. I loved learning. I loved seeing my friends. Hated gym, but otherwise school was great.
That day. The second day.
Everything changed.
I don’t know what did it. What happened. I still didn’t have my braces (those would come the following summer), or glasses (not until about February of 6th grade), or even zits (but boy would those ever hit in 7th grade).
Nothing had changed.
I hadn’t changed.
But suddenly no one would talk to me.
Friends I had known for the past two years. LAughed with. Shared a lunch table. Slept over their house.
I was dead to them.
Janet.
A girl I didn’t know. In a school our size it was easy to not know everyone in your grade level.
For the first time she was in my class.
She was the “IT” girl.
SHE declared me “uncool”. A “dork”. “NERD”.
I was done for.
They say words can never hurt you.
Those words did hurt.
I was always very sensitive. A crybaby.
The words made me cry.
They took what little self esteem I had and stomped it under their cruel little letters.
Suddenly kids 2 years younger than me were just fine with abusing me. With words. With actions.
I was spit on.
Picked on.
Hit.
Left alone in the corner of the cafetorium.
Picked on by the kids that had been on the bottom of the totem pole just the year before.
Outcast.
I would have preferred sticks and stones.
To the stigma.
The stain.
Of words.
****
Part 2 of an ongoing (if slow going) series. More to come soon.
by Sarah | Mar 6, 2011 | Photography, Weekly Winners
All taken w/ Canon Rebel XS.
Two weeks ago I was sick. Just before I fell sick I got a new camera (the XS), giving my trusty XTi to my son. I also got a new lens (my much coveted 50mm). Right after I got sick, I fell into writing so hard that my new camera languished by the wayside. I forced myself to pick it up a couple of times this week, because I have to get used to it. My Weekly Winner selections are few b/c I am not used to either the camera or the lens, and my two mini photo-shoots didn’t give me enough practice. Hopefully soon enough I’ll be back to over-stuffing this page with pictures.
Sisters Love…and Strangle?…Each Other
Drop
Life
An Apple Bigger than her Head
Mmmmmm
Lush Lashes
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!!
by Sarah | Mar 3, 2011 | All About Me, Crap, Cystic Fibrosis, Random, Special Needs, Writing
Dear Mother Nature:
I love you. With all my soul I do.
I beg of you. PLEASE stop with the wet, wet, wet springs (and it’s not even spring yet this year!!). Our poor crawlspace was so happy and dry until you get all deluge rain-storm happy the past few years.
I’ll gladly take more summers like last years incredibly hot one if it means we get a dry(ish) spring.
Thanks much.
XO
Me.
****
Dear Anthem,
You blow.
Denying Cystic Fibrosis meds is NOT COOL.
Eat shit.
Me.
*****
Dear Indiana,
I was so mean to you. I still am sometimes.
It’s not your fault, I suppose. You just happen to house a great deal of redneck twits. Though, per capita, not the greatest percentage of places I’ve lived.
Still, I apologize. You are a saving grace in this insurance Hell. Because of you, our Angel has what regular insurance seems to think she doesn’t need. So thank you and your CSHCS.
I love you a little more every day.
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
Me.
******
Dear Pandora,
I get it. Advertising is important.
That being said, I’m married. Showing me a BIG flash page of singles…not so much.
They weren’t even cute…
Except that bottom one…he’s pretty cute…one little problem…
Oh, Pandora. I KNOW him. He’s married. Cute. But very married. Where did this advertisment come from anyway?
Hugs…but you don’t get kisses,
Me.
****
Dear Top Chef,
LOVE the All Stars season.
Bring it back.
But this time make it fan favorites. And give me Kenny. I loved Kenny and he was gone FAR too fast.
XOXO,
Me.
*****
Dear Angel & Riley,
You two are driving your mama nuts.
Stop beating the living crap out of each other.
XO,
Your very tired mama.
***
Dear Characters,
I love you all.
To my two MC’s:
Keep running me ragged. But please leave room for the new ones. They aren’t as strong willed as you, they are far less developed. But I have to get to know them if I can ever tell their tale.
I promise, if you let me get to know them I’ll give you many long baths together while I’m busy writing the story of the new guys. Not like you need a tub. You’re happy with a crowd nearby…you and the thrill of getting caught.
Behave.
On second thought, don’t…you’re both far more fun misbehaving…
XOXOXOXOXO,
Me.
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
