I love 3 day weekends. In fact, I love them so much I think every week should have a three day weekend. This weekend was busy, and quite eventful.
For starters Friday night a huge box came via FedEx. The brother was kind enough to bring it in for me. I knew right away it was my soon to be bike...so I was very happy to get it. Saturday the bf got it out of the box and started assembling...when he noticed one of the hand brakes was broken. :( Yesterday the BF's dad helped fix my bike by putting on a different brake...and putting on my new seat. Let me share with you what was going through my head as I was attempting to ride my bike.
1. OMG my butt hurts!!! I need a new seat ASAP.
2. Maybe that whole helmet thing being a good idea isn't so stupid.
3. I am going to fall and break my head open.
4. What if I slip over the handlebars?
5. What is my foot gets stuck on the peddle.
6. Why does the seat hurt my tushy so much more than when I was a kid??
7. *while peddling uphill* My legs are going to fall off
Those were just a few things running through my mind. I realized...I may be a bit of a worry wart. You see, I take all the joy out of what should be a simple task and fill it with worry. Literally as soon as I got on the bike I started to envision all 15 ways my bike was going to kill me. Literally and figuratively. I couldn't just get on and enjoy. And that's whats sad. I do that with so many things. I must be so terribly petrified of dying that every activity I do entails all the ways said activity will kill me. Man...I have problems!
I called in my Nasonex - you know the allergy commercial with the adorable bee that has a foreign accent - and I was told by the pharmacist that our health insurance no longer covers it...and of course it's not available in generic. Stupid bee!!! I have tried Flonase, with little to no success...so they gave me another one to try before they could send in an authorization for Nasonex. Let me share my experience. Have you ever accidental gotten water up your nose while swimming?? You know that massive burn in the nostrils that it creates?? Well that my friends is exactly how it felt when I tried to use the nose spray. My nostrils were on fire.
Speaking of pools...I bought an 8'x30" pool last week but it was too rainy and stormy to put it up until Saturday. After filling it with water...which took several hours it was finally ready for the next step...the chemicals. We (and by "we" I mean the bf) added the pool shock and almost like clock work the pool started turning a lovely shade of red. Apparently that's what happens when you piss off algae. After much searching the bf realizes that he no longer has his pool pump from his other pool so we had to go get one. The stupid pump was $70...the pool itself was only $35. So I notice that they have a 12' x 2.75' foot with a pump for $79...so we ended up getting the other pool. Of course I can't take the pool back...so maybe I'll see if M's mom wants it for her house. Originally we were just going to use the pump on the smaller pool, but the pump didn't fit...so we had to drain the pool and fill up the new pool. Mind you, the bf hates the maintenance of a pool so he was pleased. Once the new pool filled with water we put the chemicals in. Now to filter out the water and we'll be good to go...I hope!!
So let me get back to the title of this post. If you didn't know...my butt hurts. I think the seat bruised my butt. It seriously hurts. I always new that stupid exercise would be the death of me!!! This is why I don't exercise!!!
Stay tuned for more of my misadventures tomorrow!!
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Friday, May 27, 2011
The Inner Workings...As I see them...
The following is a small story of me. It may, or very well may not be true...but it's as I see my life. I have a very bad memory...not bad...just basically my long term memory is foggy...so the following may or may not have actually happened, but it's as I remember it. That is a preface for my mother...since I think she's the only one reading this. I am sure momma will say "that is not how that happened"...but in my mind, it is.
Let's begin...
The reason for writing this is because when a dear friend was asked "why are you and Sarah friends" (because quite honestly, said friend and I do have a LOT of differences personality wise...but then there are other things that make us very similar) this friend replied "because you never have to wonder with her. You never have to worry about what's she's thinking." When I first heard that I was a little taken aback. And then I started to realize, I am that way. So let's go back in time...as I remember it.
Growing up, and in high school I never had a boyfriend. I had tons of boy friends but never was I romantically linked to anyone. My friends all had boys...but not me. I was the timid, shy one of the group. My prom date was a gay guy...although I didn't know that at the time...although I could totally see it. I was the reserved girl that didn't do drugs, or go to parties. I did partake in an alcoholic beverage here or there...but that's what you did in high school. I was very much an introvert. I hated going anywhere alone. I hated going to parties or dances because I just felt awkward.
On the flip side, I was also very strong willed (we will use that in place of stubborn because it sounds better). If someone told me I couldn't do something...not only would I do it...but I'd take great pride in proving them wrong. My parents were middle class, and that's how I was raised. We never went without...EVER...but we also didn't have name brand everything. Which didn't matter to me any since fashion was not my forte. But in the same regard, my parents didn't have the money to buy my brother and I a car. And they couldn't very well get him one and not me one...so the answer was to not get anybody a car...and besides, in their day not many high school kids had a car. I was always told "you probably won't have your own car until you're out of college." And that's where it all began. Not being able to own a car was simply not going to do. So I set out to prove them all wrong...and I got a job. And I worked my butt off. With the help of my very generous aunt, she matched what I had for a down payment. And with the help of my loving parents, they helped me get a car. By helped I mean they took out the loan, but I made the payments. And by the time I was a senior...I had a car of my very own. Tenacious. That described me.
I remember going to church as a child and driving down by UK's campus. We'd pass all the sorority and fraternity houses...and I'd long to be one of those girls in a sorority. But my parents would always tell me I couldn't be in a sorority because we couldn't afford it. So what did I do when I was 19?? Again, with the help of my parents, I took out a school loan and went to Eastern Kentucky University. I lived in a dorm (another thing I was told I couldn't do), and joined a sorority. I can officially say...THIS was a time I wish I had listened to my parents and not forced the issue. Sorority life wasn't me. So after a year, I hung up my fake smile...and my fake friends and I left Eastern. They probably weren't completely fake at the time...but let's just say I don't keep in touch with very many...and the ones I do keep in touch with are because of Facebook...and because I was friends with them BEFORE the sorority.
Okay, so where am I going with this?? You see, I made a comment involving my friends beau at work today in front of her. I work with my friend...and her beau. Another girl I work with said "you can't say that in front of his girlfriend." I simply said that I could care less if it's her boyfriend...I was merely stating a fact...and opinion.
I'm not sure when the change happened. I think I grew my backbone while going through my divorce. Divorce...a word that I never thought would be in my vocabulary. I learned that I didn't have to take it. I learned that I was an independent woman, and I wasn't going to let someone dictate my life any longer. And from there I grew and grew to where I am now. But, as much as I like the tell it like it is Sarah...it also is hard on me. I never mean to hurt anyones feelings with the things I say, it's just that I feel like I'd be doing an injustice to my friends as well as myself if I spoke a lie, only to talk about it behind that persons back. Call me rude, call me uncouth, but you will never be able to call me dishonest...and for me, that's what matters.
So, you see friends...I tell it like it is. I don't sugar coat. I don't kiss ass to get ahead. I don't mince words. And I occasionally hurt feelings, but you can never say I lied to you...and for that, I am okay with all the other things.
Let's begin...
The reason for writing this is because when a dear friend was asked "why are you and Sarah friends" (because quite honestly, said friend and I do have a LOT of differences personality wise...but then there are other things that make us very similar) this friend replied "because you never have to wonder with her. You never have to worry about what's she's thinking." When I first heard that I was a little taken aback. And then I started to realize, I am that way. So let's go back in time...as I remember it.
Growing up, and in high school I never had a boyfriend. I had tons of boy friends but never was I romantically linked to anyone. My friends all had boys...but not me. I was the timid, shy one of the group. My prom date was a gay guy...although I didn't know that at the time...although I could totally see it. I was the reserved girl that didn't do drugs, or go to parties. I did partake in an alcoholic beverage here or there...but that's what you did in high school. I was very much an introvert. I hated going anywhere alone. I hated going to parties or dances because I just felt awkward.
On the flip side, I was also very strong willed (we will use that in place of stubborn because it sounds better). If someone told me I couldn't do something...not only would I do it...but I'd take great pride in proving them wrong. My parents were middle class, and that's how I was raised. We never went without...EVER...but we also didn't have name brand everything. Which didn't matter to me any since fashion was not my forte. But in the same regard, my parents didn't have the money to buy my brother and I a car. And they couldn't very well get him one and not me one...so the answer was to not get anybody a car...and besides, in their day not many high school kids had a car. I was always told "you probably won't have your own car until you're out of college." And that's where it all began. Not being able to own a car was simply not going to do. So I set out to prove them all wrong...and I got a job. And I worked my butt off. With the help of my very generous aunt, she matched what I had for a down payment. And with the help of my loving parents, they helped me get a car. By helped I mean they took out the loan, but I made the payments. And by the time I was a senior...I had a car of my very own. Tenacious. That described me.
I remember going to church as a child and driving down by UK's campus. We'd pass all the sorority and fraternity houses...and I'd long to be one of those girls in a sorority. But my parents would always tell me I couldn't be in a sorority because we couldn't afford it. So what did I do when I was 19?? Again, with the help of my parents, I took out a school loan and went to Eastern Kentucky University. I lived in a dorm (another thing I was told I couldn't do), and joined a sorority. I can officially say...THIS was a time I wish I had listened to my parents and not forced the issue. Sorority life wasn't me. So after a year, I hung up my fake smile...and my fake friends and I left Eastern. They probably weren't completely fake at the time...but let's just say I don't keep in touch with very many...and the ones I do keep in touch with are because of Facebook...and because I was friends with them BEFORE the sorority.
Okay, so where am I going with this?? You see, I made a comment involving my friends beau at work today in front of her. I work with my friend...and her beau. Another girl I work with said "you can't say that in front of his girlfriend." I simply said that I could care less if it's her boyfriend...I was merely stating a fact...and opinion.
I'm not sure when the change happened. I think I grew my backbone while going through my divorce. Divorce...a word that I never thought would be in my vocabulary. I learned that I didn't have to take it. I learned that I was an independent woman, and I wasn't going to let someone dictate my life any longer. And from there I grew and grew to where I am now. But, as much as I like the tell it like it is Sarah...it also is hard on me. I never mean to hurt anyones feelings with the things I say, it's just that I feel like I'd be doing an injustice to my friends as well as myself if I spoke a lie, only to talk about it behind that persons back. Call me rude, call me uncouth, but you will never be able to call me dishonest...and for me, that's what matters.
So, you see friends...I tell it like it is. I don't sugar coat. I don't kiss ass to get ahead. I don't mince words. And I occasionally hurt feelings, but you can never say I lied to you...and for that, I am okay with all the other things.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Touched by an Angel
There's a song by George Strait and it's called I Saw God Today. Below are some lyrics.
I've been to church
I've read the book
I know he's here
But I don't look
Near as often as I should
Yeah, I know I should
His fingerprints are everywhere
I just slowed down to stop and stare
Opened my eyes and man I swear
I saw God today
A funny thing happened in St. Louis over the weekend. I'm pretty sure I met God. Wierd I know. Allow me to explain.
My friend Tricia and I were walking down on the riverfront...of course it's the Mississippi river, so it was flooded. We crossed under the bridge and were amazed to see a statue completely covered by water, accept the head and arm. Obviously it's not something you see every day. There was a man there and he explained that it was a statue of Lewis and Clark...and their dog. Well Lewis and the dog were submerged in water, so Clark was all alone. This man was so nice. He told us all about the flood and how far the water came up, then he asked if we wanted him to take our picture. Okay...here's where the sinner in me comes into play...and please don't judge me. For a split second I actually thought - what if we say yes and this guy runs off with our camera's?? Ugh, I feel horrible saying it, but it's what I was thinking. At any rate, we said we'd love for him to take our picture...and he took the picture of us with Clark in between. Then he proceeded to tell us that he was homeless and he said he had no where to go and asked if we could help him with some money. Ironic since Tricia and I had just discussed homeless people on the ride up and how a lot of them aren't really homeless...and how it can be quite the profitable "job". I wanted to give him money, I really did, but all I had were $20's, so Tricia gave him $5. He was so grateful. He introduced himself. His name was Tony. Anthony actually. I told him that was my daddy's name...and that it was a great name. And then...he asked us to pray for him and keep him in our prayers. And ever since...I have prayed for him. In fact, I can't stop thinking about him. How kind he was. There was just something about him. I think I saw God that day.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Random Ponderings
What does it mean when you see a homeless person/pan handler with a sign that says "traveling, homeless, any help is appreciated...only you see the same guy at the same stop every day?? Where is he traveling to?? And I always see him just walking up and taking his post. Where is he walking from???
This is an actual conversation:
(Casey has just woken me up at 12:30 to tell me Osama has been killed by the Navy Seals)
Me: Is there a lot of water near Afganistan (didn't knwo it was Pakistan...but same difference...different stan)
Casey: Umm, sweetie you know it's a big desert, right?
Me: Well I know that, but Navy Seals are supposed to be in water...hence the Navy part. Why are they in the desert??
Casey: You have watched far too many movies.
Now, in my defense...both my friend and the talk show host Chelsea Handler agreed with me!
I can't remember what else I have been pondering as of late...but I do have a new food find to share.
Normally I am not into the 100 calorie packs but I heard of the Snackwell's Caramel chocolate drizzled popcorn. It's 3 points...but it's delicious and I think worth it!! This might be my new addiction.
This is an actual conversation:
(Casey has just woken me up at 12:30 to tell me Osama has been killed by the Navy Seals)
Me: Is there a lot of water near Afganistan (didn't knwo it was Pakistan...but same difference...different stan)
Casey: Umm, sweetie you know it's a big desert, right?
Me: Well I know that, but Navy Seals are supposed to be in water...hence the Navy part. Why are they in the desert??
Casey: You have watched far too many movies.
Now, in my defense...both my friend and the talk show host Chelsea Handler agreed with me!
I can't remember what else I have been pondering as of late...but I do have a new food find to share.
Normally I am not into the 100 calorie packs but I heard of the Snackwell's Caramel chocolate drizzled popcorn. It's 3 points...but it's delicious and I think worth it!! This might be my new addiction.
Monday, May 2, 2011
Bitter Sweet
Last night started like any other. Dread of Monday morning work set in. I took some Nyquil...which was dual purpose. One, because I have this annoying thing that wants to turn in to a cold...but it just won't. And Two...because I never call fall asleep Sunday nights. I went to bed as planned, only to wake up to Casey telling me the news about Osama Bin Laden. Obviously the first thing that went through my mind was complete disbelief. After all, it's 12:30 in the morning and I was just awakened from my slumber. So I get on my phone and open up the most reliable news source I could think of. Facebook, or course. Everybody and their brother was talking about it with joyous celebration. All accept two people. One of which was a minister, and one was someone like me. The kind of person that skips the celebratory phase and looks forward to the "oh crap...what does this mean for our country" phase.
Think about it. To those crazy extremists, Bin Laden was their "God". He was their leader. What would happen if our Leader was shot dead?? Would there not be some retaliation? I can't celebrate. First of all, I can't celebrate ANYONE's death. Because yes, its a good thing...but he was still someones son. Someones father. Someones brother. And while he was quite possibly the spawn of Satan himself...he was still a life. And more importantly I can't celebrate because I fear what is yet to come. We got rid of #1...but there's always #2...and all the other extremists. People, regardless of religion are passionate. When you mess with someones passion and beliefs they tend to take it very seriously.
I'm afraid for Obama. I'm afraid for our soldiers. I'm afraid for our country. I think people might have been a little too quick to celebrate. I fear that it's like a basketball game that you think you have in the bag...until someone like Christian Laettner from 1992 makes the last second shot to win the game.
I hope and pray that things remain okay.
Think about it. To those crazy extremists, Bin Laden was their "God". He was their leader. What would happen if our Leader was shot dead?? Would there not be some retaliation? I can't celebrate. First of all, I can't celebrate ANYONE's death. Because yes, its a good thing...but he was still someones son. Someones father. Someones brother. And while he was quite possibly the spawn of Satan himself...he was still a life. And more importantly I can't celebrate because I fear what is yet to come. We got rid of #1...but there's always #2...and all the other extremists. People, regardless of religion are passionate. When you mess with someones passion and beliefs they tend to take it very seriously.
I'm afraid for Obama. I'm afraid for our soldiers. I'm afraid for our country. I think people might have been a little too quick to celebrate. I fear that it's like a basketball game that you think you have in the bag...until someone like Christian Laettner from 1992 makes the last second shot to win the game.
I hope and pray that things remain okay.
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