My Mother's Daughter

What time was it when I lost my mind?

noreply@blogger.com (Sara) — Sat, 21 Jan 2012 14:28:00 +0000

At some point I became obsessed with clocks. Yes, clocks. Don't read that wrong. This problem snuck up on me for reasons I still do not understand. Reasons I can not explain.

I am a little bit embarrassed about this and for awhile I didn't tell anyone. But whatever. It's time, not heroin.

I need to have a clock in every room of my house. I feel comforted knowing I have access to one at all times. If I am somewhere without one I actually feel panicky. What is up with that? Seriously, when did I go crazy?

Both my kitchen and bathroom are rooms where I don't want to put a clock up on the wall, so instead I have small battery operated clocks 'hidden' in the cupboard. That way if I need to know the time, I can just peak in and see it.

I once bought one of those clocks that project the time on your ceiling. To wake up in the middle of the night and be able to see the time without moving is bliss. I had to get rid of it because the digital display was too bright and lit up my room. This made me crazy. In a bad way.

I recently started a new job and I was pretty excited to get a clock for my new desk. So I bought one only to find one of the digits didn't light up. So I bought a battery operated one and put that one up too. For a short time, I had them both on my desk. I didn't realize this time problem of mine was obvious to anyone else until this guy walked by the other day and said "Well, you got rid of one, that's good. What's up with you and clocks? You know the time is on your computer screen right?".

Yes. I know.

Two weeks ago I went to Windsor for the weekend. The clock in our hotel room did not work. Are you kidding me? I had to sleep with my cell phone within arms reach so that if I woke up during the night, I would be able to know what time it was. Guess who is going to travel with their own clock from now on?

The irony of all this is that I'm generally late for everything. Everything. For someone crazy about time - you'd think I'd learn to manage it better.

*Note: The picture posted above was taken from Pinterest. I love this clock and I want it badly.

Favourite of the Day: Everything. Loving work. Good food. Good friends. Good music. Being organized. Relaxing. I love life today.

Office Life

noreply@blogger.com (Sara) — Wed, 18 Jan 2012 04:00:00 +0000

"Hi, how are you?"
"Good, thanks, how are you?"
"Good"

How many times a day does this conversation happen in an office (in life) each day? Too many to count. I've been thinking about this for awhile now. It is friendly banter and it is polite. Nothing wrong with that. Every morning when you step off that elevator your real life is left behind and you enter your work life. The one where you smile and make small talk with everyone around you.*

When asked 'how are you?' 'Good' is the automated response. People rarely respond with how they truly feel. I think about what people might battle behind closed doors. Anxiety, depression, cancer, loss, divorce, physical abuse, mental abuse, miscarriages, infertility, affairs....just to toss out a few possibilities. Life deals out some pretty tough stuff.

I have been working in the same office for over 10 years, with a staff of roughly one hundred people. That's a lot of people. That's a lot of tough stuff.

So - Is it a bad thing that some may come to work and put on a smile to make it through the day? OR is it a good thing that work offers an environment to leave your other life behind and provides the opportunity to focus your attention elsewhere?

Perspective is a powerful tool.

*There are exceptions of course. Solid, deep friendships are formed between co-workers but in a general sense, most people are friendly acquaintances.

It sure is.

noreply@blogger.com (Sara) — Wed, 11 Jan 2012 23:32:00 +0000

Perhaps the best commercial I have ever seen.

Not only is this kid amazing, but her parents as well. For raising her to believe in herself. She CAN do anything.

Love everything about this.

Gold, Frankincense and Jewellery

noreply@blogger.com (Sara) — Wed, 21 Dec 2011 05:21:00 +0000

One of my nieces asked for a personalized name necklace for Christmas. So I bought her one. I did not research this. I went online, clicked on the first website and ordered it.

As time passed by and it did not arrive, I began to worry. I went back to the website only to discover the company is based in Israel.

Yep. I-s-r-a-e-l.

I worried it would not arrive in time, but thankfully it arrived yesterday.

Anyway, last night I realized something. Do you remember what else came from Israel? Ya - that's right. JC himself.

Some people turn to the Sears Wish Book for their gifting needs.

Not me.

I get mine straight from the manger.

(The Israeli postage)

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Happy Holidays my friends!

May you all have the opportunity to spend

time with those you love.

That is the greatest gift of all.

In the meadow we can build a snowman.....

noreply@blogger.com (Sara) — Tue, 13 Dec 2011 03:46:00 +0000

I'm not sure what he loves more: snow in the winter or the hose in the summer?

Have you ever seen a dog so excited?

My pooch-nephew Oscar is the cutest.

Photos by Amy (his mom)

Fortune Cookies

noreply@blogger.com (Sara) — Thu, 01 Dec 2011 19:40:00 +0000

The other day Heidi wrote about a fortune she has been keeping with her since she was 15. I read some really neat stories her friends shared about fortunes that affected their lives as well.

For many years, I have had two fortunes stuck on my fridge. Fortune cookies to me, are entertaining and not something I put much worth in. Usually. But these two messages brought meaning to my life years ago and I felt the need to hang on to them. I pass by them on a daily basis, never giving them much thought. Until now.

The timing of this resurfacing is uncanny. Not to get all Celestine Prophecy on you over here - but can this all be a coincidence? Did I read about other people's fortunes, then re-visit my own at a time when they couldn't be more applicable to things happening right now?

Yet again, things have come full circle and I love the feeling my innards feel. Like fairies are dancing in a cloud of sparkles. It all makes sense. Things DO happen for a reason.

Favourite of the Day: Learning. Growing. Cheesy but true.

Short and Sweet

noreply@blogger.com (Sara) — Sun, 20 Nov 2011 23:24:00 +0000

A few years ago Amy and I took Darienne and Avery to the water park for the day. Most of the staff at the park were foreign students from all over the world. Their name tags had the country they were from written underneath their name.

As we paid for our tickets, five year old Darienne noticed one girl was from Spain. She excitedly told her she had friend who lived in Spain and could speak Spanish. Then she said “Maybe you know her – her name is Dora”

How stinkin' cute is that?

Tacos, Clams and Chicken

noreply@blogger.com (Sara) — Sat, 05 Nov 2011 13:50:00 +0000

I like Brandi Carlile. Great voice.

Might I make this bold statement? If lesbians were to square off with straight chicks in a music competition, Team Lez would take home the gold.

This is unrelated but I went to Wendy's the other day and I got this in my meal. If you don't see why this cracked me up - were not friends. Also, this was the same Wendy's that Bri did the Undies Parade in. How much do I love this place?

Star-shmucks, Maybe.

noreply@blogger.com (Sara) — Fri, 04 Nov 2011 16:57:00 +0000

I decided that I hate Starbucks. I'm not sure why I suddenly became so hostile towards the place, but I did. As I stood there looking around and listening to people talk - I realized how much I hate everything about it.

On Wednesday I was down in Southern Ontario and I had some time to kill. I was hungry and I saw one within walking distance. I went in and ordered a "Skinny Peppermint Mocha". Which I thought was a mint flavoured hot chocolate. It wasn't. It had espresso or some other gross crap in it. "Skinny" meant they used non-fat milk. Though I'm not sure how skinny it was when the girl put whip cream on it. Genius, right?

I also ordered a muffin. The stupid "Venti" mocha and muffin put me out $8.00. Ridiculous.

As I stood there waiting for the girl to ever-so-non-chalantly-despite-the-crazy-line-up create this fancy shmancy dumb drink at a turtle's pace, I listened to other people order their drinks. Venti. Grande. Soy. Non Fat. No Whip. Skinny. No Foam. Half this. Half that.

How about a nice warm glass of shut the hell up? (Happy Gilmore, anyone?)

DON'T PEOPLE JUST ORDER COFFEE ANY MORE? The smug and pretentious clouds in the room were burning my eyes so I promptly left. Thankfully, I don't drink coffee. I rarely drink hot drinks. My hatred for this store means nothing and affects no one. I just needed to vent. Okay. Done.

For all you supporters - I went to their website. I acknowledge they do some good. Responsibly Grown. Fair Trade Coffee. Economic Accountability. Social Responsibility. Yada Yada Yada.

I stand by the fact that if some dude had to create a chart to decipher your menu - you suck.

Side note: Did you know this sweet actress, Frances Bay, died in September
at the young age of 92?

Favourite of the Day: Tonight my sister told me she tried to show her dog a picture on her iPad but 'he wouldn't look at it'. HAHAHAHAHA.

The Plague

noreply@blogger.com (Sara) — Tue, 25 Oct 2011 22:53:00 +0000

Last night I went grocery shopping at 12:30am. As I was walking by the fancy cheeses, this big fat spider ran in front of me. He was creepy and I was too chicken to kill him so I just ignored him.

A few minutes later, right near the pears, the little bugger showed up again. My mind started to wander. I was sure he was some type of exotic African spider who had arrived at the store hiding between bananas. I figured he was probably poisonous and was going to lay eggs all over everyone's produce. Yes, I know he couldn't lay eggs, he obviously left his wife napping in the bananas while he went for a midnight snack. I knew I had to do something.

The store was deserted so no one else would get him. I was grossed out by the thought of squishing him. So I put on my McGyver thinking cap and ran over to the olive cart. I took one of the clear plastic containers and ran back to trap him. For being a poisonous African spider, he certainly wasn't very fast. I trapped him with very little effort.

....and I left him there. I decided to just carry on grocery shopping and pretend that didn't happen. I figured a floor cleaner would find him and deal with the situation.

Later, as I was checking out, I watched a man walk in, see the container on the floor, stop and stare at it for minute then keep on walking. This made me laugh pretty hard. I decided to fess up to the cashier. I told the guy I trapped a spider in the produce section and they had to take care of it. I explained the situation. As I pushed my cart out I heard this conversation:

Guy Cashier: I'm just heading over to produce for a minute. I have to find a spider a customer trapped over there. I'll be back in a sec.
Girl Cashier: What?
Guy Cashier: You heard me.
Girl Cashier: Man. The things that happen here during night shift are so weird.

Weird my ass lady. I probably just saved you from the plague of the Crazy African Spiders.

This is the actual spider. I took this picture on my phone and

showed it to the cashier.

Taking the High Road

noreply@blogger.com (Sara) — Thu, 13 Oct 2011 13:54:00 +0000

A few years ago my niece Darienne asked me why men marry other men. Like the mature, responsible adult I am, I told her it was because some people live in really small towns and they run out of women.

For you, board.

noreply@blogger.com (Sara) — Wed, 05 Oct 2011 20:30:00 +0000

Early this morning as I lie in bed, I remembered it was my friend Brianne's birthday today.

It made me smile.

There are so many stories in my life that involve Bri that make me laugh. So many. Probably one of the funniest things I have ever seen in my life stars her as the main character. I'm going to share it (with her permission) in hopes that this isn't one of those 'had to be there' moments. I'm pretty confident it isn't.

Years ago, our hockey team was traveling to North Bay for a tournament. We had rented a van for the road trip and we all piled in. Some of us may have been drinking. Some of us may have been drunk. Requiring many pee breaks along the way, we stopped at the Tim Hortons/Wendy's in Espanola. For those who have been there, you know this is the busiest place on the planet. It was a Friday night around supper time and the place was jammed with people. Families and children everywhere.

I was in the bathroom with Bri and a few other teammates. (the twins and Betty). Sitting there on the toilet, one of the twins (I can't remember which one) said to me "Get ready.....when I say go, get ready to run, k?". I had no idea why, but obviously I said yes. Just then Twin reached under the stall, grabbed Bri's pants and ripped them out from under her feet and yelled "Go". Then we all bolted. We ran back to the van and showed the rest of the girls we had Bri's pants. We all laughed our heads off. Though it was never discussed, I'm sure the plan was to make her sit in there and sweat it out, but eventually we would bring her pants back.

I don't know how long we waited and if we lost track of time, but suddenly someone saw it. We looked up and saw Bri walking through the busy restaurant. In a t-shirt and undies. I don't think I will ever forget this. (Excuse me while I laugh for a bit). What is even funnier, is that she didn't run - she walked. Perhaps not to call attention to herself? HA.

Later than night Bri almost got us kicked out of the hotel. After the guy at the front desk helped an old lady carry luggage to her car, he came back in to see Bri at the front desk answering the phone "Travelodge, Brianne speaking".

Oh Bri. You are so funny. What a good weekend that was.

That was only slightly better than the time she got these girls in Elliot Lake to chase her through the hotel for stealing their door signs. And almost as funny as the time she got stuck in the water slide. It was almost as good when she jammed her fingers in that wedding cake. Or operation cork screw....but not quite.

Regardless of the situation Bri is involved in, it always proves for a laugh and I'm happy I've gotten to be around for many good times with her. It makes me miss our road trips. I think it's time we plan another one.

Cheers to you on your birthday, Bri-Dog. Thanks for all the laughs.

Favourite of the Day: I went to the new restaurant on Queen Street called Embers. It was delicious. Highly recommended!

"It's a passion that brings us all together"

noreply@blogger.com (Sara) — Sun, 11 Sep 2011 13:03:00 +0000

As a new hockey season debuts, I went back to find my favourite commercial ever. Hater or Lover of #87 - you know this commercial is awesome. You just might be too proud to admit it.

Speaking of Sid the kid, this concussion business has to stop. It's not right. A summer full of tragedies has plagued the hockey world. Put a stop to something that can be controlled to prevent a lifetime of brain injury on people at least. K?

RIP to former local OHL player Josef Vasicek and his Russian teammates. Some things are just too sad to even comprehend.

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Just Call me Columbo

noreply@blogger.com (Sara) — Mon, 05 Sep 2011 13:51:00 +0000

I've solved a crime. Check out the news article I read:

3,000 pairs of panties found along highway

By QMI Agency

Cops were stunned to discover thousands of pairs of panties strewn alongside a highway in Fairfield County, Ohio, on Thursday.

"I came up and I looked for myself, and after I got here I couldn't believe what I was seeing," deputy sheriff Gary Hummel told KSPR news.

The underwear -- 3,000 pairs, some clean and some used -- were found in four locations along the highway near Berne Township, piled along the embankments and hanging from trees.

They appeared to have been dumped out of plastic shopping bags from local grocery and department stores.

It took police two hours to pack the panties into 10 garbage bags, which are now taking up all the space in their evidence storage room.

"We just can't figure out where that many underwear would have come from and who would have disposed of them," said Jim Carmichael, a Berne Township trustee.

I read this and laughed. It's hilarious. But then I stopped. Because a light switch went off in my head. If you're a follower, you should have the same feeling in your gut. You know who did this too. C'mon. Is it not obvious? Who likes to party in the bush with his friends and bags of panties? Ya - that's right. IT'S HIM.

Someone call the authorities.

Favourite of the Day: Babies, Babies n Babies! Glad I got to visit with Alden, Aurora, Finnley and Daxton! (and Damian...but he's not a baby)

Puppy Love

noreply@blogger.com (Sara) — Thu, 25 Aug 2011 17:11:00 +0000

Is it possible to look at these and not smile? These are the best dog moments I have ever seen captured. Pure happiness. I love these pictures so much.

98% of the time it doesn't bother me that I don't have a dog. Then I see pictures like these and I remember how amazing dogs are. I KNOW my life would be more complete with a furry friend in my life.

I wait for the day when I work regular hours and have a fenced in back yard. I won't get a dog until I can offer it the lifestyle it deserves. But when that day comes? I am going to be a kick-ass dog momma.

(Thanks to Deb and Andrea for letting me steal your dog pics! They made me happy.)

Favourite of the Day: "The Help". Go see it. Good movie.

Eat, Drink and Be Married.

noreply@blogger.com (Sara) — Thu, 11 Aug 2011 04:39:00 +0000

When my friend Julie got engaged at Christmas, we excitedly started talking 'wedding' talk. She asked me to make her wedding cake and I didn't hesitate to accept. Of course I can make her wedding cake! That would be SO much fun!! We had both dipped into more than a few glasses of wine by this point. About 3.4 seconds after this conversation took place I forgot about it.

Have I ever made a wedding cake? Nope. Do I know how to make a wedding cake? Nope. Give me a few drinks and I might tell you I can build a house too.

Spring came along and Julie asked me how the cake plans were coming. Doh!! The conversation came flooding back. I told her I would still go ahead and do it. After all, I had taken a couple of cake decorating classes. My basic round birthday cakes would be ample experience for this, right? That is when the anxiety started. What if it was hideous? What if it was disgusting? I felt too much pressure.

In July I talked it over with Julie. I suggested that I buy her cake instead, as my wedding gift. This would take the organizing off of her and the stress off of me. She agreed. Phew.

Jeannette's Custom Cakes to the rescue! Though I had never met Jeannette, I had been good friend's with her husband when we were teens and had been following her new cake business since it started. She is incredibly talented and I love all of her cakes. I was excited when I contacted her and she had Julie's wedding date available.

The wedding was this past weekend. A beautiful wedding, a beautiful bride and of course, a beautiful cake!! Big thanks to Jeannette. Big congrats to Julie and Joel too!!

Fingers crossed I never make another booze fueled decision. Lesson learned.

Red Velvet Cake with Cream Cheese Icing. Yum.

(Seriously guys, check her out...there is also a link on the right side of your screen listed under "I also read...")

Favourite of the Day: I'm expanding my palatte this week, like a real grown up. I ate Sushi. SUSHI. Can you believe that? AND I liked it. I still can't get over it. I also ate Gorgonzola Gnocchi's and they were fabulous. What? I don't eat cream sauce on pasta. Or do I? ; )

Deep Thoughts

noreply@blogger.com (Sara) — Tue, 09 Aug 2011 12:33:00 +0000

Do what you need to do when you
need to do it
so you can do what you want to do when
you want to do it.

I saw this posted on a sign in Jimmy John's when me and Les were away. I've had it stuck in my brain since. Brilliance. My Jiminy Cricket has been trying to tell me this for about 30 years. Stop procrastinating, you idiot.

By the way, Jimmy John's is the coolest place ever. Get on this train, Canada. If I had money, I would buy this franchise in a heartbeat. Screw you, Subway.

Favourite of the Day: When asked about the theory of life and evolution the other day, Jayme replied that we were the Flintstones turning into the Jetson's. She also incorporated Ewok's into her response. Best answer ever.

Follow Up: Poop Soup

noreply@blogger.com (Sara) — Wed, 27 Jul 2011 22:52:00 +0000

Poop Soup.

Gross right? Try living in it.

Country Thunder lived up to its name. Our first night there it thundered. It lightninged. It rained. For 12 straight hours:

After the rain, all of the nice little dirt roads between the rows of campsites quickly turned to deep, thick, squishy mud paths. As the temperature quickly rose to extreme heat, the mud turned to poop soup. It turns out the field we were camping in was previously a cornfield. A cornfield filled with manure. We spent four days in this poopfest and it smelled delightful.

Every day we made our trek from our campsite to the concert area and back. We took off our shoes, journeyed through the ankle deep sludge and crossed our fingers that we weren't amongst the many to wind up face first in the dungtastic mess. The rain continued every single night, so it never had a chance to dry up. Though yes, it was gross, it was also hilarious. At times the mud was very skating rink-like. We saw many drunk people flopping around in it like fish out of water. Considering neither Leslie nor I have the grace of ballerinas, I'm quite proud neither of us fell.

The great news is the mud did not diminish our spirits. The music was amazing and we had a great trip. I've been to many different places with Leslie and I am happy we can add this to our list of adventures together.

If you're wondering about the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band - yes, they did play Fishing in the Dark. So no need to worry about throwing crap. In fact, the only worry was showering since that is exactly what we smelled like.

Favourite of the Day: Fireflies. In Wisconsin there were fireflies everywhere and I loved it. I feel like they are a little bit magical.

'Baby Get Ready'

noreply@blogger.com (Sara) — Sat, 16 Jul 2011 14:38:00 +0000

Remember two years ago when I wrote about Fishing in the Dark?

Guess who I'm going to see this week????? That's right. And if the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band doesn't play that song I'm going to riot and throw crap at them. Not literal crap. But you know, stuff. Okay probably not. I'll probably politely walk away and come back home and whine about it. That's more my style.

While I'm there, I'm also going to check out this line up:

Darius Rucker
Martina McBride
Sara Evans
Josh Turner
Rascall Flatts
Lady Antebellum
Zac Brown Band
Steel Magnolia
Sawyer Brown

And a few others......

Try to contain your jealousy....(or mockery if you don't like country). Cross your fingers I don't sweat to my own death in this heat wave. Sunscreen and water packed and ready.

Summer Vacation officially starts now. I'm off to Wisconsin for Country Thunder. Pictures to follow!!

Favourite of the Day: Tonight my mother made me laugh when she walked by the TV when "The Night Garden" was on and said "I think those people are on acid".

Bananas are dreamy.

noreply@blogger.com (Sara) — Thu, 14 Jul 2011 23:24:00 +0000

Banana is my favourite flavour of anything. If it has bananas in it - I love it. I have this banana lotion from Bath and Body Works and when I use it, I want to lick myself. But I don't - relax. Cause that's weird. But the point is - I want to. That is how much I love banana things.

One time I went to Laura Secord and saw that one of their ice cream flavours was 'Peanut Butter and Banana Sandwich'. I probably stood there completely stunned for a few seconds. As you may predict - I love peanut butter and banana sandwiches. Bananas? Good. Peanut Butter? Good. Put them together? Perfection. Add ice cream? Oh my. It did not disappoint. It was vanilla ice cream with chunks of banana, swirls of peanut butter and those little graham chunks that you find in NY Cherry Cheesecake. (You know what I'm talking about). It was the best ice cream I've ever had in my entire life.

Over time I periodically went back to see if they had it again. They did not. Finally one day I asked the woman working if they would have it again anytime soon. She told me it didn't exist. That they have never had it. EVER. What?

I can only conclude my ice cream bliss was a dream. A very vivid- I-can't-even-tell-it's-not-real dream. Which is absurd. Absurd that I'm inventing ice cream and absurd that I can't even tell it is fake.

My dreams makes me angry. I want an 'off' switch for my brain - so I didn't spend my nights chasing things, being stressed out, losing my clothes, forgetting my dance routine at my recital, water skiing with Cindy Crawford or sitting at the Oscars with Sylvester Stallone - whom I co-starred with yet who forgot who I was when I introduced him to my family. Yes, these are all real dreams I have had. In comparison, maybe inventing ice cream isn't that weird - but it still set me up for a huge disappointment.

I just googled "Peanut Butter and Banana Sandwich" ice cream just to be sure it's not real. No dice.

Maybe I can bring this to Dragons' Den. If my dreams make me rich I won't be angry anymore.

Favourite of the Day: Woke up this morning and walked down to the beach to dip my toes in the lake before driving back to town.

Well La-dee-freakin-dah

noreply@blogger.com (Sara) — Sun, 26 Jun 2011 03:47:00 +0000

My friend Sherri recently sent me this picture and I'm pretty sure it's the best picture I've ever seen in my life. I have no idea who these people are. I don't know where this picture came from but I wish this was my child. She would bring me eternal joy.

I love Chris Farley. I have seen Tommy Boy more times than I can count. What I would have given to have spent an afternoon with him in a van down by the river.

If anyone else is a fan - I recently read "The Chris Farley Show" - a biography written by his brother Tom. I loved it. A really good look at who Chris was as a person (not his television persona) and his battle with drugs. Great read.

Thanks for sending me this pic, Sherri!!

Favourite of the Day: A girl I know is teaching in South Korea and is currently in the hospital recovering from surgery. She posted on facebook today that one of her students showed up at the hospital with her mom to wash her hair. I think that's one of the sweetest things I've heard in a long time.

Random acts of kindness remind me how awesome people are. The good outweighs the bad. Always.

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Creepy-pants

noreply@blogger.com (Sara) — Wed, 22 Jun 2011 06:54:00 +0000

I was driving down Highway 131 a few weeks back. I was heading home from Traverse City. It was late Sunday night, the highway was deserted and I was alone. I was listening to Tina Fey's "Bossypants" on audiobook. (Sidenote: I love audiobooks. I love Tina Fey more.)

As Tina read to me, I noticed she used the word 'grim' more than once. I thought about the word. I thought about how much I liked it. I decided it's not used in everyday language nearly enough.

Just minutes after I thought about this, my iPod starting emitting a strange thumping noise. I couldn't figure out what was causing it. It was rudely interrupting Tina. It was annoying me. I was fumbling around with the iPod so I decided I should pull over for safetys sake. I saw a little side road coming up, alongside an old farm off the highway. I turned onto the road. I checked out the iPod and didn't see any problem. The thumping mysteriously stopped. I went to pull back onto the highway, but not before I looked up at the road sign. It read Grimm Street.

I had pulled on to Grimm Street.

Did the hair on your arms just stand up? Because mine did.

grim
[grim] -adjective, grim-mer, grim-mest

stern and admitting of no appeasement or compromise
of a sinister or ghastly character
having a harsh, surly, forbidding or morbid air

Having a harsh, surly, forbidding or morbid air? NO FREAKIN' KIDDING.

.

Who is that guy anyway?

noreply@blogger.com (Sara) — Mon, 13 Jun 2011 16:48:00 +0000

I've been sucking at this lately. I wish I had something cool to say. I don't. I would, however, like to share this song that came on the radio as I made my way to work yesterday. Wikipedia tells me this song came out in 1992. I was 12 at the time. I don't think I have heard it since. It evoked memories of riding my bike in a loon covered Northern Reflections t-shirt. Okay - not really. But what else was I doing when I was 12?

Mr Wendell - Arrested Development

Running Horse

noreply@blogger.com (Sara) — Sat, 04 Jun 2011 01:17:00 +0000

I had this sudden flashback of something happened to me in kindergarten. I remember we were all gathering on the floor around my teacher, Mrs Haromy, who was sitting on a chair. She was teaching us about Native Americans. Right before I sat down I realized I forgot something and quickly bolted to the area where our pack sacks and coats were hanging. I scrambled to look for whatever it was that I forgot and scooted back to my place, realizing everyone was waiting for me.

At some point Mrs Haromy decided to give us all our own "Indian" names. (Which would never happen today, but remember this was in the 80's). Anyway, based on my scatterbrain behavior that day, I was given the name "Running Horse".

It occurred to me that after all these years, nothing has changed.

I am exactly who I was at the age of four.

Fascinating, no?

A back-seat glance

noreply@blogger.com (Sara) — Thu, 26 May 2011 16:26:00 +0000

Oliver loves Spiderman.

I love Oliver.