Considering that I myself am an only child and have always babysat children with siblings, I've decided to blog about why having just one child is a blessing (and why I won't be bummed if I only have one), as well as why being an only child is the greatest thing ever:
1. We are not all spoiled. Most of the stuff I have bought the past few years has come out of my pocket. I know a lot about saving my money for things I want. It has never been easy, but instead of getting things because I am the one and only, I have become more thankful. Having one child will save you money if you bestow this discipline upon them
2. You never have the constant, "Mom, Johnny just touched me" or "Mom, Jenny won't leave me alone" or "Mom, Erin said I have a goofy nose." Never. Unless their friends are over. I know alone from babysitting that hearing the constant tattling gets old. Fast.
3. Your child will be convinced you've only had sex once. That's what I tell myself - and that it was a mistake.
4. Having just one kid will allow them to become in-tune with adult conversations. I've always known how to act around adults without another kid badgering me because of this.
5. Your child will ALWAYS know they are the favorite. ALWAYS. Example: my friends always ask their parents if they were held hostage with their siblings, and their parents could have just one child, who would it be? For me, I know that I am the only option.
6. You won't have to fight for love from your parents, nor will there be anyone to compete with.
7. Christmas will be the happiest day of the year. Along with birthdays. You know that every single gift under that tree Christmas morning has your name on it, and you do not have to fight with brother Billy over who got the better gifts.
8. Your parents can spend more money on getting you things you really want.
9. Your child can have imaginary siblings. I had them.
10. Instead of worrying about kids fighting over which movie they want to go see, your kid has their choice (and they won't get in a verbal argument with their sibling).
11. Your sanity levels will remain the same.
12. You never have to worry about them wrestling each other, nor will you have to worry about hatred among siblings boiling in the household.
13. They learn a lot about being alone - in a good way. I never have to be constantly entertained or doing things because I learned how to cope growing up. There are times I just want to be alone for hours, and there are days when I just do not want to see people.
14. You/your child learn a lot about independence.
15. You have the assurance that when your parents go out of town on business that they really talk you up. I apparently am the golden student according to what mine say. Plus, I never have to worry about a sibling's grades being higher than mine.
That's all I've got for now :)
Random thoughts and feelings about a plethora of subjects. Enjoy :)
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Pinterest Findings
A few months ago, I created my Pinterest account. Since then, it has been extremely helpful in deciding what I want to cook for dinner (whether it's in the slow cooker or on a whim), as well as giving me some amazing cleaning ideas. You can find the link to my Pinterest page here.
My utmost favorite pin was a cleaning solution that consisted of vinegar and lemon. Here is where you'll find the link to the cleaning solution. You have to scroll down half a page. but it is well worth it. I usually use it to clean my floors and bathroom (after I use 409 in the loo) for the refreshing smell and odor absorber. I usually add a few drops of lemon oils to enhance the smell (let's be honest - vinegar isn't the most appealing odor).
I personally did not strain mine, and I did not use just the peels. This go around (I'm currently letting my second solution soak for two weeks), I'm going to attempt to strain and use a different bottle. The prior time, I would just cut a lemon and try to get just the peels, but parts of the lemon were still in it, causing the pump to clog with the pump. Regardless, it's a good cleaner altogether, and you won't be sorry :)
The picture below is of my first attempt. It turned yellow over time. I let the solution soak for two weeks under the sink.
My utmost favorite pin was a cleaning solution that consisted of vinegar and lemon. Here is where you'll find the link to the cleaning solution. You have to scroll down half a page. but it is well worth it. I usually use it to clean my floors and bathroom (after I use 409 in the loo) for the refreshing smell and odor absorber. I usually add a few drops of lemon oils to enhance the smell (let's be honest - vinegar isn't the most appealing odor).
I personally did not strain mine, and I did not use just the peels. This go around (I'm currently letting my second solution soak for two weeks), I'm going to attempt to strain and use a different bottle. The prior time, I would just cut a lemon and try to get just the peels, but parts of the lemon were still in it, causing the pump to clog with the pump. Regardless, it's a good cleaner altogether, and you won't be sorry :)
The picture below is of my first attempt. It turned yellow over time. I let the solution soak for two weeks under the sink.
So that concludes this blog! Happy cleaning! :)
Monday, April 30, 2012
First Movie Review
I have never written a movie review, so I decided on a whim (and while avoiding doing homework) to write one. Friday night, I saw "The Five Year Engagement," a movie I was DYING to see. I love the movie Bridesmaids and love spending time with my close girlfriends watching and quoting the hilarious comedy. I figured it would be something along those lines, and the commercials make it look laugh-out-loud funny. I even thought I would cry from laughing so hard (example: "21 Jump Street" <-- HILARIOUS). For those who have seen it, they probably felt like me once the credits rolled, thinking what the heck was this about?
The movie started out precious and sweet. Tom proposed to Violet, and although she ruined the surprise prior to the thought-out proposal (seriously, guys need to take notes on this), it made the couple seem absolutely charming. Violet gets accepted into her dream program at the University of Michigan, and the couple has to move. Out of his love for her, Tom willingly gives up his job as a main chef at a nice restaurant in San Francisco in pursuit of his bride-to-be's dream.
Then the movie goes downhill. Fast.
Throughout their time in Michigan, the couple struggles finding an engagement date, scenes are dragged out beyond the norm and viewers are just ready for them to hurry up and roll the credits. After 90 minutes, I was wondering how much longer I would have to suffer through this. Violet is kissed by her professor, Tom hooks up with a coworker and the couple breaks up. Violet dates the professor, Tom ends up with some young, wild girl that I could hardly stand.
Alas. Violet's birthday comes along, and Tom calls. Realizing they made a mistake, Violet comes to San Francisco over the summer.
Then the movie goes uphill.
After realizing they need to just deal with their personal problems and get married, Violet proposes to Tom. Still carrying the ring in his taco ghettofab truck (aka an old ambulance), Violet rushes them at the park to decide a minister, the type of wedding, color tux he is going to wear and the final details. Before her flight leaves for Michigan so she can begin teaching in the fall, the couple is happily married, and everyone is glad this dragged-out movie is over.
The only question the viewer must ask is, what actually happened? Did she miss her flight, or did he move back?
We will never know.
The movie started out precious and sweet. Tom proposed to Violet, and although she ruined the surprise prior to the thought-out proposal (seriously, guys need to take notes on this), it made the couple seem absolutely charming. Violet gets accepted into her dream program at the University of Michigan, and the couple has to move. Out of his love for her, Tom willingly gives up his job as a main chef at a nice restaurant in San Francisco in pursuit of his bride-to-be's dream.
Then the movie goes downhill. Fast.
Throughout their time in Michigan, the couple struggles finding an engagement date, scenes are dragged out beyond the norm and viewers are just ready for them to hurry up and roll the credits. After 90 minutes, I was wondering how much longer I would have to suffer through this. Violet is kissed by her professor, Tom hooks up with a coworker and the couple breaks up. Violet dates the professor, Tom ends up with some young, wild girl that I could hardly stand.
Alas. Violet's birthday comes along, and Tom calls. Realizing they made a mistake, Violet comes to San Francisco over the summer.
Then the movie goes uphill.
After realizing they need to just deal with their personal problems and get married, Violet proposes to Tom. Still carrying the ring in his taco ghettofab truck (aka an old ambulance), Violet rushes them at the park to decide a minister, the type of wedding, color tux he is going to wear and the final details. Before her flight leaves for Michigan so she can begin teaching in the fall, the couple is happily married, and everyone is glad this dragged-out movie is over.
The only question the viewer must ask is, what actually happened? Did she miss her flight, or did he move back?
We will never know.
Thursday, April 26, 2012
My First Recipe
After months and months of attempting (and succeeding) at recipes on Pinterest, I finally have time to post one recipe! This is my absolute FAVORITE to cook, and I frequently make it (as in once a week). The original recipe is called Bucco Di Beppo's Spicy Chicken Rigatoni, however I have made this version to serve just one person. This edition of the recipe does not put the peas in the mix, nor do I add red pepper flakes. I'm from South Louisiana, hence my use of Tony Chachere's. This is what the final product looks like, and you get all of that flavor for just 11 Weight Watchers Points Plus.
Bucco Di Beppo's Spicy Chicken Rigatoni
(as skinnified by Sarah):
Ingredients:
-1 c. cooked rigatoni
-1 chicken breast
-1 tsp. vegetable oil
-Some shakes of Tony Chachere's
-1 dash of Kraft Italian Cheese Blend (parmesan, provolone and mozzarella)
-1/4 c. alfredo sauce
-1/4 c. tomato sauce
-1 tsp. minced garlic
-1 tsp. butter (I use Blue Bonnet Light)
Instructions:
1. Cut up the chicken breast and add some Tony's to it.
2. In a skillet, add the oil and garlic, then place the chicken in and cook until the meat is fully done.
3. In a sauce pan, pour the tomato sauce in first, then the alfredo and stir until it becomes thick. Add in the butter and stir until it completely melts.
4. Put the cooked rigatoni in a bowl, and pour most of the sauce over it. Add the chicken, and using a spatula, pour the remaining sauce over it. Top with the cheese, and enjoy :)
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
April
Spring has finally sprung (well, early down here in Louisiana), but this means baseball season is underway. Since the Sox collapse in September, life hasn't been the same. The first week of baseball was terrible, then right as they give fans hope of overcoming the Stankees, they collapse two games to Tampa Bay and the Rangers.
In other sporting news, the Bruins have done superb in the playoffs. I've discovered Milan Lucic has one heck of an arm when it comes to fights, and Thomas blows my mind with the saves he makes. The Pats have the easiest schedule thus far (hallelujah), and the bounty deal with the Saints is allowing me to get back at those who can't get over the spygate scandal with Belichick. That was how many years ago?
So let's move on to cooking news :)
I found a recipe on Pinterest for Bucca Di Beppo's Spicy Chicken Rigatoni. I cut out a lot of the oil, made the recipe just for one and did not add the peas. There were some other changes I made to the recipe (like subbing red pepper flakes for Tony Chachere's), but it came out really, really well.
I'll blog the recipe next time :)
In other sporting news, the Bruins have done superb in the playoffs. I've discovered Milan Lucic has one heck of an arm when it comes to fights, and Thomas blows my mind with the saves he makes. The Pats have the easiest schedule thus far (hallelujah), and the bounty deal with the Saints is allowing me to get back at those who can't get over the spygate scandal with Belichick. That was how many years ago?
So let's move on to cooking news :)
I found a recipe on Pinterest for Bucca Di Beppo's Spicy Chicken Rigatoni. I cut out a lot of the oil, made the recipe just for one and did not add the peas. There were some other changes I made to the recipe (like subbing red pepper flakes for Tony Chachere's), but it came out really, really well.
I'll blog the recipe next time :)
Friday, January 27, 2012
About to Start Cooking
I received a slow cooker this past Christmas and have used it almost every day (true story). I've never had a problem with enjoying cooking, but I'm always on the hunt for something new. I usually Google a recipe, look at my ingredients and what I like, then tweak it.
By tweak, I mean make healthier, tastier, substitute, etc.
Sometimes I wish the food came out better, other times, it's out of this world.
I'm going to use my slow cooker tomorrow and Sunday, so I will be posting recipes soon :)
Happy cooking!
By tweak, I mean make healthier, tastier, substitute, etc.
Sometimes I wish the food came out better, other times, it's out of this world.
I'm going to use my slow cooker tomorrow and Sunday, so I will be posting recipes soon :)
Happy cooking!
Monday, October 10, 2011
What Makes Love True
As an avid Tiffany & Co. fan, it's no surprise I have their apps on my iPhone and receive daily emails. Something as of late has caught my eye recently, though. They came out with a new campaign all about true love. It's filled with people's individual love stories and how they came to be.
Considering I've never been in love or anywhere near it, I'm always a slight skeptic as to what the definition of love is. I know when that right person comes along, I'll know. Until then, I'll have tear-stained cheeks from these sweet stories of old childhood sweethearts reconnected and people who never thought would fall in love that do.
Until I move to Boston and get established, I'm closed to finding love. And as crazy as that sounds, I have much self-improvement to be done.
Friday night, I saw What's Your Number. According to a lot of people I know who wouldn't see the movie, they would claim it's one of those trashy films that's all about sex and is garbage. Within the first five minutes of the movie, I knew it was set in Boston. And here's a spoiler - in the end, Annie chooses to stay in Boston over this mega loaded guy. Granted, there was another hot guy in the picture for her to go to, but the fact is she chose the city she loved. And what was it? Boston.
Though I graduate in May, I constantly worry about just getting there. If I opt not to go to grad school, my latest prayer is I can land a job that'll allow means for me to get up there, be able to live on something more than peanut butter sandwiches (no jelly).
Anyways, that's my Boston rant for the day. Thanks for reading :)
Considering I've never been in love or anywhere near it, I'm always a slight skeptic as to what the definition of love is. I know when that right person comes along, I'll know. Until then, I'll have tear-stained cheeks from these sweet stories of old childhood sweethearts reconnected and people who never thought would fall in love that do.
Until I move to Boston and get established, I'm closed to finding love. And as crazy as that sounds, I have much self-improvement to be done.
Friday night, I saw What's Your Number. According to a lot of people I know who wouldn't see the movie, they would claim it's one of those trashy films that's all about sex and is garbage. Within the first five minutes of the movie, I knew it was set in Boston. And here's a spoiler - in the end, Annie chooses to stay in Boston over this mega loaded guy. Granted, there was another hot guy in the picture for her to go to, but the fact is she chose the city she loved. And what was it? Boston.
Though I graduate in May, I constantly worry about just getting there. If I opt not to go to grad school, my latest prayer is I can land a job that'll allow means for me to get up there, be able to live on something more than peanut butter sandwiches (no jelly).
Anyways, that's my Boston rant for the day. Thanks for reading :)
Monday, August 15, 2011
Glorieta 2011
Every year, my church college group takes a trip out to New Mexico to join with 2,000 other college students in a Fuge-like camp. I'm always taught something new and refreshing, but I must say I learned the most this year.
This past school year, I made so many wrong decisions. I put my Christian walk on the backburner to do things that pleased me and made me feel content. I drank more than I expected, let others influence me in the wrong way and put God last. I knew some of the choices I made up till last week were wrong, yet I chose to look God in the eyes and say, "no," rather than taking responsibility and not falling under Satan's trap.
Since I've been home, I've apologized to God and others for my actions, found ways to better my walk with Christ and have made positive changes.
A main topic this week was marriage, dating and singleness. I got a ton of positive information on all three aspects and raised my standards with what I look for in a mate. I also was around people who have the exact views on dating as me. I have high standards and don't seek to settle. If I never find someone, I'll be happy knowing I have Jesus (though I really, really, really want someone to spend my life with).
Another thing that I learned to deal with is people's thoughts of me. I learned you can't have the world and Jesus. I let other friends influence me in negative ways, rather than not spending as much time around them and focusing on bettering myself. I realized I have to have people constantly building me up for His glory rather than shooting me down and causing me to stumble. So yeah, I know this sounds judgmental, but frankly, I don't care. Call me what you want - but I don't need people's approval to get through life.
I used to care what people thought of me and hated stepping on toes, but honestly, I don't care anymore.
I can't please everyone, nor should I try. If I lose friends, who cares? I have some of the best, godliest friends anyone could ask for who will be there for me regardless. I don't need the world's approval on things, nor do I care about their opinion on my life.
So, in lieu of my senior year, I'm going in as the Sarah who has her heart set on Boston and pleasing Him rather than others. I know friendships will probably end and I'll feel alone, but all I need is Jesus.
This past school year, I made so many wrong decisions. I put my Christian walk on the backburner to do things that pleased me and made me feel content. I drank more than I expected, let others influence me in the wrong way and put God last. I knew some of the choices I made up till last week were wrong, yet I chose to look God in the eyes and say, "no," rather than taking responsibility and not falling under Satan's trap.
Since I've been home, I've apologized to God and others for my actions, found ways to better my walk with Christ and have made positive changes.
A main topic this week was marriage, dating and singleness. I got a ton of positive information on all three aspects and raised my standards with what I look for in a mate. I also was around people who have the exact views on dating as me. I have high standards and don't seek to settle. If I never find someone, I'll be happy knowing I have Jesus (though I really, really, really want someone to spend my life with).
Another thing that I learned to deal with is people's thoughts of me. I learned you can't have the world and Jesus. I let other friends influence me in negative ways, rather than not spending as much time around them and focusing on bettering myself. I realized I have to have people constantly building me up for His glory rather than shooting me down and causing me to stumble. So yeah, I know this sounds judgmental, but frankly, I don't care. Call me what you want - but I don't need people's approval to get through life.
I used to care what people thought of me and hated stepping on toes, but honestly, I don't care anymore.
I can't please everyone, nor should I try. If I lose friends, who cares? I have some of the best, godliest friends anyone could ask for who will be there for me regardless. I don't need the world's approval on things, nor do I care about their opinion on my life.
So, in lieu of my senior year, I'm going in as the Sarah who has her heart set on Boston and pleasing Him rather than others. I know friendships will probably end and I'll feel alone, but all I need is Jesus.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Men
Here's to you, men.
So here's my confusion on men and why they call women "complicated" and can't seem to read us. Brace yourself...stuff's about to go down.
Honestly, men out there, women aren't as complicated as you think - genuine ones, at least. The good girls you want to marry and be all soccer-daddy with aren't on some other planet. My biggest pet peeve with today's men is how easily they settle. They find a girl they like (typically a size two girl with few morals) and try to make things work. Know what's wrong here? Men would go for the not so attractive thin girl in heels and a miniskirt over the curvaceous size 14 girl who's gorgeous and has standards.
Don't get me wrong...physical attraction is a big thing for me. That's the first thing you see, and for me, it doesn't matter what other people think of him - what do I think of him?
While the green is good and somewhat promising, I'd rather have that one guy who calls me the moment he gets off work, talks and isn't degrading to women. Finding a man like that is like finding a polar bear in Louisiana - nearly impossible.
So men...don't be so shallow, if you like a girl, tell her (chances are she digs you too) and if you feel things aren't going in the direction of a relationship, and she's dropping hints it is, tell her straight. Tell a girl the moment she hits the "friend zone" (I really loathe that term).
So that's my spiel. Man up and get the girl. Follow your dreams. Tell a girl immediately how you feel. Tell her if it changes. Otherwise, you'll be forced to settle and it'll be too late.
Okay...and my grand finale:
If you recently break up (guys and girls) don't find that "rebound" person. There are plenty of other ways to fill that void...someone to temporarily please you won't do it. Chances are one person will be hurt in the end. Speaking from my successful relationships, I'm not one to talk, but it's my opinion from the sidelines.
So here's my confusion on men and why they call women "complicated" and can't seem to read us. Brace yourself...stuff's about to go down.
Honestly, men out there, women aren't as complicated as you think - genuine ones, at least. The good girls you want to marry and be all soccer-daddy with aren't on some other planet. My biggest pet peeve with today's men is how easily they settle. They find a girl they like (typically a size two girl with few morals) and try to make things work. Know what's wrong here? Men would go for the not so attractive thin girl in heels and a miniskirt over the curvaceous size 14 girl who's gorgeous and has standards.
Don't get me wrong...physical attraction is a big thing for me. That's the first thing you see, and for me, it doesn't matter what other people think of him - what do I think of him?
While the green is good and somewhat promising, I'd rather have that one guy who calls me the moment he gets off work, talks and isn't degrading to women. Finding a man like that is like finding a polar bear in Louisiana - nearly impossible.
So men...don't be so shallow, if you like a girl, tell her (chances are she digs you too) and if you feel things aren't going in the direction of a relationship, and she's dropping hints it is, tell her straight. Tell a girl the moment she hits the "friend zone" (I really loathe that term).
So that's my spiel. Man up and get the girl. Follow your dreams. Tell a girl immediately how you feel. Tell her if it changes. Otherwise, you'll be forced to settle and it'll be too late.
Okay...and my grand finale:
If you recently break up (guys and girls) don't find that "rebound" person. There are plenty of other ways to fill that void...someone to temporarily please you won't do it. Chances are one person will be hurt in the end. Speaking from my successful relationships, I'm not one to talk, but it's my opinion from the sidelines.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
The Future
I've recently been give pep talks by my parents to start job hunting. It's hard to believe that this time next year, I'll be a Louisiana Tech alumna. Some of me is ready to make money and get in the real world, yet I find myself terrified of really growing up. No longer will I spend breaks and summers at home, I won't have my parents constantly reminding me to clean my room or ask me to clean house on my days off and if I immediately make it to Boston, I'll only be home twice a year due to air fare costs.
I'm a planner. I have everything written down on my calendar. I always have to-do lists going, and I love seeing them get checked off. While I pray daily that I can go through with my Boston plans, I'm scared of failure. I think that's why I've been scared of the idea of love - I'm a happy sappy person, but when a guy shows interest, I shy away instead of open up to the idea of it. I'm scared of falling in love with the wrong person, getting married and find myself mid-life lying awake at night, miserable.
I'm scared to get my heart broken and make mistakes I'll regret later. It's all of this combined that makes me amazed at the uncertainty in life. When I decided to go to Tech, I knew I was making the right choice. I needed to get away, and I love looking at all I've accomplished. I was reading my journal entries from senior year yesterday. I love how I wasn't sure of where I was going or if I love what I was going into. A senior at Tech now, still in the field of journalism, I know all the decisions I've made are correct. I hope the path my life continues to lead is one I'll look back on and feel proud of.
I'm a planner. I have everything written down on my calendar. I always have to-do lists going, and I love seeing them get checked off. While I pray daily that I can go through with my Boston plans, I'm scared of failure. I think that's why I've been scared of the idea of love - I'm a happy sappy person, but when a guy shows interest, I shy away instead of open up to the idea of it. I'm scared of falling in love with the wrong person, getting married and find myself mid-life lying awake at night, miserable.
I'm scared to get my heart broken and make mistakes I'll regret later. It's all of this combined that makes me amazed at the uncertainty in life. When I decided to go to Tech, I knew I was making the right choice. I needed to get away, and I love looking at all I've accomplished. I was reading my journal entries from senior year yesterday. I love how I wasn't sure of where I was going or if I love what I was going into. A senior at Tech now, still in the field of journalism, I know all the decisions I've made are correct. I hope the path my life continues to lead is one I'll look back on and feel proud of.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Sweet Summertime
This time last month, I was staying at a Residence Inn in Maine. I had flown into Boston, inhaled the fresh air from the city I love and was about 70 minutes north. I had seen Bush's compound in Kennebunkport, watched the Bruins fall to the Canucks (sweet revenge came back) and downed some clam chowder and an entire lobster at the Weathervane. It was just like what you'd see in Country Living - small cottages by the sea, retired people hanging out, families by the pool, the smell of the warm ocean breeze and pleasant temperatures that made being outside manageable.
The following six days would be spent in Boston. My prior post was dedicated to that trip, so I won't go back and elaborate on the beauty of it. I am however craving a bowl of clam chowder from Legal Seafood in Seaport. Best chowder you'll ever put in your mouth.
I genuinely miss Boston and everything with it, and I find it hard to believe that this time next year (God-willing), I'll be up there. Everything just needs to fall into place, and shazam!
On a different note, I watched The Social Network for the first time ever (I know...being a Facebook addict, you might find this hard to believe), and I loved it. I grew a stronger appreciation for Facebook, even though Mark Zuckerberg spoke way above my level of understanding at times.
And while I'm talking about smart people, I have recently envied those with an outstanding intelligence compared to others. I wish I could use big words and flattery (without cheesing it up) and be able to really swoon people with my knowledge of every subject out there. I wish I could go out and score straight As on everything just from studying the night before (or heck, morning of), talk politics without sounding like a ditz (no really...I can't deal with politics) and be able to hold firm the ground of the point I'm trying to make (ahem, law stuff).
I'm happy the way I am, even if I'm not the most intelligent person on the planet. I like the fact that I can have loads of fun and enjoy Ruston, despite the fact that 100 days out of the year, I complain about how boring and dull it is.
So anywho, this concludes tonight's blog about smart people. Maybe one day I'll study up on really big words, gain some intelligence on broader subjects, get into law and politics and become a better well-rounded person (and a nerd).
The following six days would be spent in Boston. My prior post was dedicated to that trip, so I won't go back and elaborate on the beauty of it. I am however craving a bowl of clam chowder from Legal Seafood in Seaport. Best chowder you'll ever put in your mouth.
I genuinely miss Boston and everything with it, and I find it hard to believe that this time next year (God-willing), I'll be up there. Everything just needs to fall into place, and shazam!
On a different note, I watched The Social Network for the first time ever (I know...being a Facebook addict, you might find this hard to believe), and I loved it. I grew a stronger appreciation for Facebook, even though Mark Zuckerberg spoke way above my level of understanding at times.
And while I'm talking about smart people, I have recently envied those with an outstanding intelligence compared to others. I wish I could use big words and flattery (without cheesing it up) and be able to really swoon people with my knowledge of every subject out there. I wish I could go out and score straight As on everything just from studying the night before (or heck, morning of), talk politics without sounding like a ditz (no really...I can't deal with politics) and be able to hold firm the ground of the point I'm trying to make (ahem, law stuff).
I'm happy the way I am, even if I'm not the most intelligent person on the planet. I like the fact that I can have loads of fun and enjoy Ruston, despite the fact that 100 days out of the year, I complain about how boring and dull it is.
So anywho, this concludes tonight's blog about smart people. Maybe one day I'll study up on really big words, gain some intelligence on broader subjects, get into law and politics and become a better well-rounded person (and a nerd).
Monday, July 4, 2011
Boston and Everything With It
A little over two weeks ago, I came back to Louisiana after visiting home. While yes, I am from the south, Boston is definitely home. The people were friendly as ever, the Bruins won the Stanley Cup (it was beyond amazing) and I found some areas I would love to consider moving to.
Riding the subway at rush hour was the cherry on top of me wanting to move there. You're crammed into this small train with hundreds of others after a long day at the office, and you have your own set path to get home. You could just look at some people and tell how their day went. The journalist in me wanted to sit down and ask them how they ended up here (I'm pretty sure some people had a dream like mine and left everything to follow their true passion).
If you know me, you've heard me talk at least once about Boston, its sports teams or the desire to live up north. I know several factors could prohibit me from going: falling in love with someone who wants to live elsewhere from Boston, sudden illness in the family or something happening to me. My desire now is that it's not my personal wish to be up there, but rather it's my purpose.
Below are some pictures from my amazing time in New England :)
Riding the subway at rush hour was the cherry on top of me wanting to move there. You're crammed into this small train with hundreds of others after a long day at the office, and you have your own set path to get home. You could just look at some people and tell how their day went. The journalist in me wanted to sit down and ask them how they ended up here (I'm pretty sure some people had a dream like mine and left everything to follow their true passion).
If you know me, you've heard me talk at least once about Boston, its sports teams or the desire to live up north. I know several factors could prohibit me from going: falling in love with someone who wants to live elsewhere from Boston, sudden illness in the family or something happening to me. My desire now is that it's not my personal wish to be up there, but rather it's my purpose.
Below are some pictures from my amazing time in New England :)
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Two Months
Two months from today, I'll be in Boston. Until then, I have many changes to make.
When I move to Beantown, it'll be treated like a fresh start. I think that's why I'm such an avid fan of the song "Boston," mainly because I don't really know anyone up there, and I feel compelled to move there immediately.
Tomorrow will be the first of many changes, as I'm getting back on Alli. I'm hoping it'll have the same effects on me as it did senior year (I lost 25 pounds in one month). I kissed bad eating goodbye today after devouring Cajun Chicken Pasta from Chili's, a brownie dessert and a milkshake from McDonald's this afternoon (it was accompanied with fries).
So as I start my new journey tomorrow, I hope I'll learn much about myself the next few months. I want to lose 40 pounds before I go to Boston. I want my pre-hypothyroidism body.
I want to write about my accomplishments and post before and after pictures, satisfied with how I did this.
When I move to Beantown, it'll be treated like a fresh start. I think that's why I'm such an avid fan of the song "Boston," mainly because I don't really know anyone up there, and I feel compelled to move there immediately.
Tomorrow will be the first of many changes, as I'm getting back on Alli. I'm hoping it'll have the same effects on me as it did senior year (I lost 25 pounds in one month). I kissed bad eating goodbye today after devouring Cajun Chicken Pasta from Chili's, a brownie dessert and a milkshake from McDonald's this afternoon (it was accompanied with fries).
So as I start my new journey tomorrow, I hope I'll learn much about myself the next few months. I want to lose 40 pounds before I go to Boston. I want my pre-hypothyroidism body.
I want to write about my accomplishments and post before and after pictures, satisfied with how I did this.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
A Father's Love
This morning in church, I was taken back by this cute little redhead girl sitting in front of me. She was with her family -- a young, hip mom, preppy dad and super adorable brother (he was definitely a Ralph Lauren baby).
The entire service, I watched her as she sucked her thumb and glanced around. She was the quietest little girl I've ever seen, especially having not been older than three (we've all seen those toddlers in church that talk or whisper the entire time...she didn't do squat!).
During the sermon, her dad gently picked her up and placed her on his lap. She curled up in his arms, thumb in mouth. Her dad kept holding her tight and gently played with her hair. My heart melted like cookie dough on a warm baking sheet.
I was reminded of how we are with God. We can sit in his lap and accept his embrace anytime. We can chill and just stay there, doing absolutely nothing. I loved the visual image I got.
In general, I love watching young families at church - the mom who rushes in, making sure the family looks all nice and presentable, the dad carrying the baby bag with little Ella on his hip and Timmy toddling behind the family, kicking rocks as they walk in. I can only imagine what all they go through just trying to get out of the house, but seeing young families in church make my day.
It shows that they're following through their tradition. They're raising their kids properly. How I long for the day when I get to walk in church with my husband and kids. I love seeing godly husbands take their wives to church and being the spiritual leaders in the household. It's refreshing to know that there are still men like that out there.
I saw Pam Tebow Thursday night, and she gave my friends and me some words of advice I genuinely hold to heart.
"Ladies, God has the perfect man out there for you. All you can do is wait for Him to bring him to you. Don't settle for anything less. If God is big enough to create the whole world and you, He'll bring the right man along."
That hit me like a brick wall. I think girls these days believe they have to change themselves to cater to a guy. Here's the thing: you are fine as you are. Don't lose the extra 20 pounds for him - do it for yourself. Don't cake on extra makeup in hopes that he'll notice. Do it to boost your self esteem. Don't give in to what a certain guy wants. If he really wants you, he'll look beyond your flaws and like you for who you are.
And here's a key for guys: Sure, looks are big when scoping out the ladies, but go for the heart. For all you know, she might not be able to help that she has some extra weight (ever heard of thyroid disease??? I'm speaking from experience here). Never refer to a girl as "fat" in front of other women. And the final note: you don't always have to have a girl by your side. Personally, it's a turnoff when I see guys who date girl after girl or always have to be in a relationship. Be independent. Learn things about yourself while single (this definitely applies for the ladies, too).
I know a lot about being single, and trust me...I've learned much. It's nice having that person to chat to at the end of the day and knowing that you're always cared for...and it's nice having free food (for the girls, at least), but if you know it's not going to last, why waste your time?
So that's my spiel on it all.
The entire service, I watched her as she sucked her thumb and glanced around. She was the quietest little girl I've ever seen, especially having not been older than three (we've all seen those toddlers in church that talk or whisper the entire time...she didn't do squat!).
During the sermon, her dad gently picked her up and placed her on his lap. She curled up in his arms, thumb in mouth. Her dad kept holding her tight and gently played with her hair. My heart melted like cookie dough on a warm baking sheet.
I was reminded of how we are with God. We can sit in his lap and accept his embrace anytime. We can chill and just stay there, doing absolutely nothing. I loved the visual image I got.
In general, I love watching young families at church - the mom who rushes in, making sure the family looks all nice and presentable, the dad carrying the baby bag with little Ella on his hip and Timmy toddling behind the family, kicking rocks as they walk in. I can only imagine what all they go through just trying to get out of the house, but seeing young families in church make my day.
It shows that they're following through their tradition. They're raising their kids properly. How I long for the day when I get to walk in church with my husband and kids. I love seeing godly husbands take their wives to church and being the spiritual leaders in the household. It's refreshing to know that there are still men like that out there.
I saw Pam Tebow Thursday night, and she gave my friends and me some words of advice I genuinely hold to heart.
"Ladies, God has the perfect man out there for you. All you can do is wait for Him to bring him to you. Don't settle for anything less. If God is big enough to create the whole world and you, He'll bring the right man along."
That hit me like a brick wall. I think girls these days believe they have to change themselves to cater to a guy. Here's the thing: you are fine as you are. Don't lose the extra 20 pounds for him - do it for yourself. Don't cake on extra makeup in hopes that he'll notice. Do it to boost your self esteem. Don't give in to what a certain guy wants. If he really wants you, he'll look beyond your flaws and like you for who you are.
And here's a key for guys: Sure, looks are big when scoping out the ladies, but go for the heart. For all you know, she might not be able to help that she has some extra weight (ever heard of thyroid disease??? I'm speaking from experience here). Never refer to a girl as "fat" in front of other women. And the final note: you don't always have to have a girl by your side. Personally, it's a turnoff when I see guys who date girl after girl or always have to be in a relationship. Be independent. Learn things about yourself while single (this definitely applies for the ladies, too).
I know a lot about being single, and trust me...I've learned much. It's nice having that person to chat to at the end of the day and knowing that you're always cared for...and it's nice having free food (for the girls, at least), but if you know it's not going to last, why waste your time?
So that's my spiel on it all.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Home
I came home from quarter break on Thursday and have had a surplus of time to clear my mind. I've enjoyed the little things in life - sunsets on the river, breezes, drives around town, local sushi, smiles and Target (yes, I threw this in the list).
I've gotten more sleep than imaginable, and I feel like a new woman. My mind has had plenty of time to clear as I prepare to tackle yet another quarter. It's hard to believe that I graduate in less than 15 months. College has been the best thing to happen in my life. I've learned from mistakes, made new friends and got to know people I never thought I would.
I have to go run to a doctor's appointment, but I figured I'd spend some time blogging :)
I've gotten more sleep than imaginable, and I feel like a new woman. My mind has had plenty of time to clear as I prepare to tackle yet another quarter. It's hard to believe that I graduate in less than 15 months. College has been the best thing to happen in my life. I've learned from mistakes, made new friends and got to know people I never thought I would.
I have to go run to a doctor's appointment, but I figured I'd spend some time blogging :)
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Finding Comfort in the Storm
While laying out the sports page for the school paper this morning, I got an urgent phone call from my mom. She usually calls and asks if I'm busy then spills. I was in the middle of doing something really important, and when I asked if it was urgent, she begged me to stay on the line.
My heart stopped.
I million things raced through my mind.
Then she spilled.
The next words that came out of her mouth reminded me of the horror in June. We had gotten in from a boat show in Gulfport, and it was just past midnight. I was about to climb into bed and turn off the light before she broke the news.
My grandpa had been rushed to the hospital due to a swollen stomach. The doctors found him at stage 3 stomach cancer, and he died 10 weeks later. This summer was the worst of my life and so hard, yet I learned so much.
As my mom started to tell me the urgent news, I took a deep breath.
My grandma, who has lived in San Antonio for years, fell yesterday morning. She was taken to the hospital (against her will), and the doctors ran a bunch of tests.
"Sarah, it's not looking good," my mom said, startled. "Just keep her in your prayers. I don't know -- my heart just breaks. First it was Paw Paw and now this."
Hearing her choke over the phone made me force myself to hold back tears. I went off in the corner, took a breath then went back in.
I hate acting like everything is okay, but what I hate even more is people knowing I'm upset about something -- I tend to lose it and break down in tears. I immediately went to the bathroom and just sobbed for a few minutes, thinking how much this sounded like June.
My grandma and I are pretty close. Out of all the grandchildren, I look just like her (which isn't a surprise -- my dad looks just like her as well, and I'm a spitting image of him).
Her husband passed when my dad was 16. He died of a massive heart attack while my dad was at school, and the last my dad saw of him was on the hospital table, the doctors trying to revive him. All attempts failed, and he left behind seven children -- the youngest an infant.
I have so much respect for my grandma. She's held strong, raised her children in a loving, Christian home and cares so much for her grandkids. She's the super cool grandma who's driven me around San Antonio and loves to talk to me about life.
We lovingly call her "Meemaw," and I shudder at the thought of losing her. I guess that's why I'm up at 2:18 a.m. writing this. I couldn't sleep, and insomnia has returned.
I had plans next week to see her. She turns 80 later this month, and our entire family is going out to visit her. My grandma has brought such joy and life to our family -- and we're extremely close.
I don't think I'd be so shook up about the news had I not just lost my grandpa. I think about him daily -- his blue eyes, smile, the way he would tell me he had green beans for me and sports talks.
I have constantly prayed all day for the health of my beloved grandma. I don't know if I can handle losing another loved one, especially in the span of a year.
I know God won't give you anything greater than your control, and He is always with me. I've been a terrible Christ-follower lately, and I'm not the perfect Christian (news flash: no one is), but I know that I can do better in my daily walk to fulfill His glory.
Please keep my family in your prayers. This isn't an easy time for any of us.
I have so much respect for my grandma and hope to grow old with the strength and wisdom she does. I know she loves her family and sees to it that we have all of our needs met.
I will blog updates as I hear more, but for now this is all I know.
My heart stopped.
I million things raced through my mind.
Then she spilled.
The next words that came out of her mouth reminded me of the horror in June. We had gotten in from a boat show in Gulfport, and it was just past midnight. I was about to climb into bed and turn off the light before she broke the news.
My grandpa had been rushed to the hospital due to a swollen stomach. The doctors found him at stage 3 stomach cancer, and he died 10 weeks later. This summer was the worst of my life and so hard, yet I learned so much.
As my mom started to tell me the urgent news, I took a deep breath.
My grandma, who has lived in San Antonio for years, fell yesterday morning. She was taken to the hospital (against her will), and the doctors ran a bunch of tests.
"Sarah, it's not looking good," my mom said, startled. "Just keep her in your prayers. I don't know -- my heart just breaks. First it was Paw Paw and now this."
Hearing her choke over the phone made me force myself to hold back tears. I went off in the corner, took a breath then went back in.
I hate acting like everything is okay, but what I hate even more is people knowing I'm upset about something -- I tend to lose it and break down in tears. I immediately went to the bathroom and just sobbed for a few minutes, thinking how much this sounded like June.
My grandma and I are pretty close. Out of all the grandchildren, I look just like her (which isn't a surprise -- my dad looks just like her as well, and I'm a spitting image of him).
Her husband passed when my dad was 16. He died of a massive heart attack while my dad was at school, and the last my dad saw of him was on the hospital table, the doctors trying to revive him. All attempts failed, and he left behind seven children -- the youngest an infant.
I have so much respect for my grandma. She's held strong, raised her children in a loving, Christian home and cares so much for her grandkids. She's the super cool grandma who's driven me around San Antonio and loves to talk to me about life.
We lovingly call her "Meemaw," and I shudder at the thought of losing her. I guess that's why I'm up at 2:18 a.m. writing this. I couldn't sleep, and insomnia has returned.
I had plans next week to see her. She turns 80 later this month, and our entire family is going out to visit her. My grandma has brought such joy and life to our family -- and we're extremely close.
I don't think I'd be so shook up about the news had I not just lost my grandpa. I think about him daily -- his blue eyes, smile, the way he would tell me he had green beans for me and sports talks.
I have constantly prayed all day for the health of my beloved grandma. I don't know if I can handle losing another loved one, especially in the span of a year.
I know God won't give you anything greater than your control, and He is always with me. I've been a terrible Christ-follower lately, and I'm not the perfect Christian (news flash: no one is), but I know that I can do better in my daily walk to fulfill His glory.
Please keep my family in your prayers. This isn't an easy time for any of us.
I have so much respect for my grandma and hope to grow old with the strength and wisdom she does. I know she loves her family and sees to it that we have all of our needs met.
I will blog updates as I hear more, but for now this is all I know.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
2011
So the new year is finally here, and I am so excited about what 2011 will bring. Last year was the hardest year of my life, and I was so ready to greet midnight Dec. 31.
I've made resolutions since 3rd grade, but this year, they're genuine. They're obtainable. So here goes:
-Love daily
-Eat plenty of fruits/veggies
-Save money
-Cook more
-Improve posture
-Become culturized
-Stay organized
-Rest plenty
I know they're the most random resolutions, but I put a lot of thought in them. The local paper back home suggested improving posture and saving money. It suggested going a month without buying anything (besides groceries), and I was genuinely inspired. I could really go without buying clothes or things I just don't need. I always put that into consideration when buying now, and it has made a world of difference.
Anyways, I'm headed out with my roommate and her friends, but I hope everyone has a stellar 2011! Go Pats!
I've made resolutions since 3rd grade, but this year, they're genuine. They're obtainable. So here goes:
-Love daily
-Eat plenty of fruits/veggies
-Save money
-Cook more
-Improve posture
-Become culturized
-Stay organized
-Rest plenty
I know they're the most random resolutions, but I put a lot of thought in them. The local paper back home suggested improving posture and saving money. It suggested going a month without buying anything (besides groceries), and I was genuinely inspired. I could really go without buying clothes or things I just don't need. I always put that into consideration when buying now, and it has made a world of difference.
Anyways, I'm headed out with my roommate and her friends, but I hope everyone has a stellar 2011! Go Pats!
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Thanksgiving...A Month Late
I finally have time to get on here! We're leaving tomorrow for Christmas (I have four), and I'll be out of touch for awhile. Here's what's been going on...
We had a new addition to the family in June - Tanner Augustus. He's 6 months old, and he's sooooo adorable! My grandma got a new dog to keep her company. He's beautiful. and his name is Sam. He reminds us of the dog from The Proposal (but he's gray). I also discovered a new hair product that keeps my hair PIN straight. Bigtime. It's called straight sexy hair, and it was only $7 at Marshall's. Woop woop, sales!
This quarter started with Tech Talk, athletics and life picking up. I'm still looking for jobs and apartments in Boston like crazy. I know God will provide, but it's hard having that security that a job and apartment will be there - and that I can afford it.
So more recent.
I got home last Thursday night around 11. My dad and I met in Vicksburg (he had to meet with clients all day), so we ate at Rusty's. It was SOOOO good!
On Friday, I got an iPhone 3GS. Yes, folks...Sarah is in touch with the world. It's been the best thing I've ever done. And it has a pink OtterBox. Oh yes.
Slater, one of my best friends from high school, moved back home from Dallas. We've been hanging out A LOT, and apparently we're awkward and loud in public. Poor people around us. We try out the massage chairs in Bed, Bath and Beyond and pick out bedding and china like we're getting married or something. That's totally not going to happen, but it's fun to hear people ask if we have kids, are dating, are married or are engaged. The stories we come up with are great.
I'm finishing some packing and such for tomorrow, but I attached pics with narration! Merry Christmas, y'all!
We had a new addition to the family in June - Tanner Augustus. He's 6 months old, and he's sooooo adorable! My grandma got a new dog to keep her company. He's beautiful. and his name is Sam. He reminds us of the dog from The Proposal (but he's gray). I also discovered a new hair product that keeps my hair PIN straight. Bigtime. It's called straight sexy hair, and it was only $7 at Marshall's. Woop woop, sales!
This quarter started with Tech Talk, athletics and life picking up. I'm still looking for jobs and apartments in Boston like crazy. I know God will provide, but it's hard having that security that a job and apartment will be there - and that I can afford it.
So more recent.
I got home last Thursday night around 11. My dad and I met in Vicksburg (he had to meet with clients all day), so we ate at Rusty's. It was SOOOO good!
On Friday, I got an iPhone 3GS. Yes, folks...Sarah is in touch with the world. It's been the best thing I've ever done. And it has a pink OtterBox. Oh yes.
Slater, one of my best friends from high school, moved back home from Dallas. We've been hanging out A LOT, and apparently we're awkward and loud in public. Poor people around us. We try out the massage chairs in Bed, Bath and Beyond and pick out bedding and china like we're getting married or something. That's totally not going to happen, but it's fun to hear people ask if we have kids, are dating, are married or are engaged. The stories we come up with are great.
I'm finishing some packing and such for tomorrow, but I attached pics with narration! Merry Christmas, y'all!
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| My annual pic by the Christmas tree! |
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| My grandma's new dog, Sam! He's precious! |
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| The Nobles had a Christmas gingerbread party. Here's Katherine and me reppin' class of '08! |
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| Slater in BBB. This is probably why people give us strange looks |
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| This is my absolute dream bed! |
Monday, October 25, 2010
Updates
I finally have a little bit of time to update this thing! I have an 8:00 Spanish class, so I need to leave in five minutes. Yikes!
Okay so I totally wish I had the schedule I did last year. I thought life was so hard as a reporter. I loved the interviews, but it interfered with my social life. This year? I don't know what a social life is. I kind of like that - keeps me on the books, but I miss my friends. I LOVE what I do- attending sporting events, covering stories, getting to know my reporters and writing more about sports- which is my love.
This is a brief look at my week (every week...hardly a change, unless the other sports ed does the layout)
Monday- class, journalism lab for a few hours, Sonic, babysitting, possibly back to the lab, Zumba, bed
Tuesday- lab, class, Sonic, babysitting, staff meeting, Zumba or remain in the lab till late, bed
Wednesday- class, lab for final edits, babysit, Zumba, bed
Thursday- (one day to sleep in), class, Sonic, babysit till about 6, Zumba or a volleyball game, bed
Friday-class then my one and only free day....oh wait, I spend it laying out the next week's page and doing a ton of homework.
Weekends? Football games and homework,
Note: I cram in some time to get homework and studies done throughout the week.
So that's basically my life for now. Nov. 18, I'll get a two week break. Hallelujah.
Okay so I totally wish I had the schedule I did last year. I thought life was so hard as a reporter. I loved the interviews, but it interfered with my social life. This year? I don't know what a social life is. I kind of like that - keeps me on the books, but I miss my friends. I LOVE what I do- attending sporting events, covering stories, getting to know my reporters and writing more about sports- which is my love.
This is a brief look at my week (every week...hardly a change, unless the other sports ed does the layout)
Monday- class, journalism lab for a few hours, Sonic, babysitting, possibly back to the lab, Zumba, bed
Tuesday- lab, class, Sonic, babysitting, staff meeting, Zumba or remain in the lab till late, bed
Wednesday- class, lab for final edits, babysit, Zumba, bed
Thursday- (one day to sleep in), class, Sonic, babysit till about 6, Zumba or a volleyball game, bed
Friday-class then my one and only free day....oh wait, I spend it laying out the next week's page and doing a ton of homework.
Weekends? Football games and homework,
Note: I cram in some time to get homework and studies done throughout the week.
So that's basically my life for now. Nov. 18, I'll get a two week break. Hallelujah.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
A New Change
October has been one of the most stressful months in my life. Tech has take off in the athletic department, and time has not been on my side. I feel like a terrible person for neglecting friends, putting off homework and not spending time with Christ. After all, He is the one who gives me a new day and constantly shows His love for me.
I'm heading home next weekend, and I honestly cannot wait. I'm not a fan of the shampoo and conditioner I have here, so that's one thing I can't wait to change out (lame, I know). My parents came up Sept. 25-26, and I can't wait to watch football with my dad and drive around my hometown. I can't wait to do laundry, eat out with my parents and stay connected with them. I've learned so much about their sacrifices recently, and I'm eternally grateful to have such amazing, loving parents.
I've decided to go through another music change. I get caught on secular music so much, and it seems that I never have time to listen to Christian music that lifts me up and draws me closer to my Creator. So anyways, I'm off to bed. I needed to update my blog and get some stuff off my chest!
I'm heading home next weekend, and I honestly cannot wait. I'm not a fan of the shampoo and conditioner I have here, so that's one thing I can't wait to change out (lame, I know). My parents came up Sept. 25-26, and I can't wait to watch football with my dad and drive around my hometown. I can't wait to do laundry, eat out with my parents and stay connected with them. I've learned so much about their sacrifices recently, and I'm eternally grateful to have such amazing, loving parents.
I've decided to go through another music change. I get caught on secular music so much, and it seems that I never have time to listen to Christian music that lifts me up and draws me closer to my Creator. So anyways, I'm off to bed. I needed to update my blog and get some stuff off my chest!
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