I'll confess: I'm a DANCING QUEEN. Mamma mia let me tell you I love their songs. I had a dream I was their biggest fan. It's the name of the game right? Knowing me, knowing you, this love-fest could go on forever. Those red boots though. There is a point to all this I promise. … Continue reading When ABBA speaks directly to your soul!
If you are reading this post you at some point clicked "FOLLOW", maybe because you have known me since I was in diapers (though I no longer am, let me be clear), maybe because we went to school back in the days when I owned a Debbie Gibson-style hat (and wore it to school though sadly there are no photographs to document this), or maybe because you were sleep-scrolling on your phone and thought, sure, I'll read the random ramblings of this lady and follow her blog and never think about it again.
Not everyone is so lucky that have a mom in heaven who sends them prank YouTube videos.
I’d like to think that the truck full of young males headed to a landscaping job, sitting idle next to me at a stoplight, were cracking up at my dance moves because they were wowed by them and impressed by this forty-something’s swagger. But I’m pretty sure they thought I looked like Elaine from Seinfeld. … Continue reading She’s got the moves like Jagger (or maybe not . . .)
Why is it that when you know your scale is broken you still always assume everyone else's scale is broken and ha ha don't they know the only accurate reading is visible only to you in the privacy of your bathroom?
This morning my four-year-old woke up, strutted into the living room stark naked and declared "Good morning my little lovely!" Now that's what I call an entrance.
3:01 a.m. 4-year old: "Maaaaaaaah-meeee, it's time to watch Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!! Time to make the caaaaaaaaawwwwfeeeeee!"
me: "No, it's definitely not. Go back to sleep."
The neighbor's pine tree was removed today. It stood several inches away from our property line. But it felt like my tree. The large crew of workers cheered when the tree came crashing down but I stood and cried. Oh I had plans, all internal mind you, to talk to our neighbors about my their tree. They told … Continue reading The Pine Tree (But it’s Not About the Tree)
That was the three-year-old in response to stuffing being placed on her thanksgiving plate. The nerve! You don't even want to hear what she said about the celery. (She did however find Redi-whip to be quite to her liking. She ran around the house with it clutched in her hands and squealing. It took three … Continue reading I don’t like onions! I make them cry!
Flashback to 1983. My parents are watching Dallas in the basement with their friends. I'm at the top of the stairs, trying not to squeak the steps, hunched in a nightgown with my knees pulled tight. Of course my mom sees me and yep, she is upset. Despite her frustration she lets me sit on the floor and join them in watching the number one show of 1983.
My mom had to do this a lot--put up with a kid who was awake until all hours of the night. Usually it was just the two of us. She'd let me watch Love Boat on the tiny black and white TV in our kitchen while she made popcorn. Initially she would be exasperated (Of COURSE she was, adult Sarah gets it now!) but she always softened and lovingly let me join her in her late night routine.
Let me write it out right here in case my prayers haven't reached my mother: MOM I AM SO SORRY FOR WHAT I PUT YOU THROUGH. MOM HOW DID YOU DO IT. MOM YOU POOR WOMAN YOU NEVER. GOT. A. BREAK!
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