We're back from California! We had so much fun with our family. We hung out in Lancaster. It was full of father son car time, mother daughter sewing talk and delicious food made by a very talented mom. We were beach bums three days in a row getting mouthfuls of salty water, boogey boarding in a foggy mist, collecting shells with a curious toddler, and building sand castles and sand bathtubs inevitably destroyed by the great Bryn. And of course we had fun family time, lounging in the pool, playing poker and catching up on good times.

I was absolutely terrible at taking pictures, I literally have one picture from the entire trip, but my sister in law was way better at documenting the event. For some pics click here.

Ooh ooh and we saw Inception and now I think my dreams are constantly being invaded. Last night I was climbing the Appalachian mountains and I new Leonardo was in a white suit ready to corrupt my thoughts. How was your week?


I Can Fly!

When Wendy and her little brothers discovered that they could fly the chills went down my spine and I knew that magic was real. But then, slowly but surely my belief in magic began to disappear. There was no Santa Claus (sorry for ruining the surprise Mom),only Brother Pearson dressed in an over sized worn down suit with a white beard probably made of grandmother wigs. There was no flying (established after I hit the ground after jumping off of my bed). Pokemon weren't even real, my life was ruined.

For a long time there was no place for magic in my life. Life was real, and hard. So hard that I even had to make my bed when I woke up and feed my smelly dog Molly. One time I even had to walk to school when my mom couldn't drive me. Man I had it rough.

And then one day my family of seven packed into what seemed to be a 50 seater van (bed in the back included) and we headed on vacation. What was this v-word and what did it have to do with my life. I soon discovered that vacations were the time that magic always existed. We always ended up at theme parks with my favorite Disney characters, or beaches with skies that never ended, hotels where you never had to clean up after yourself and pools where nobody cared if you weren't old enough to be in the hot tubs (man I felt cool in hot tubs).

And to this day there is magic in my world. I get to pack up, leave my 9-5 desk and Dell computer, leave cooking and cleaning and Partay.

Bring on the Magic Cali!


The Creatures

The movies have become the modern day community water hole. You come to see the most obscure creatures come from their dark abyss and bless you with their presence. Me and Sir Matt only attend the dollar theater because we're cheap college students and this is where the magic happens my friends. The children of the obscure and the creatures' friends from the dark abyss come out to play. Some of my recent experiences...

1. Both me and Sir Matt have found that Utah citizens are cheese balls. They'll laugh louder and harder at any movie joke. While it can be entertaining if THEY were the movie it's not so fun when you're watching another movie (comment made for the woman screeching behind me in my left ear)

2. Little kids are the finest of the entertainment in any movie situation. While watching Iron Man 2 a little boy screamed, "GOODBYE IRON MAN!!!!" as Tony Stark flew into the night sky.

3. There's always someone right when the movie starts standing up and waving their arms with a nonchalant, "HEY WE'RE OVER HERE insert name". Is this okay at a baseball game sure, a boxing match I get it, when the lights are dimmed in the theater and the funny previews are running-not so much.

4. The cell phone users. We don't want to see your light saber looking phones buzzing/ringing/glowing. Need I say more.

5. The leaner. There's always someone leaning just a little too close to you and using your arm rest. As much as I enjoy the feeling of your arm hairs on my elbow...please scoot over just a bit.

6. The screamer. It's okay to scream at the part where the murder grabs the persons leg from under a car, or the zombie is about to reach the little girl but there's always a scream that comes at the calm part of the scary movie. Boy goes in for a kiss *GUT WRENCHING SCREAM* the couple looks at each other longingly. I don't get it.

I love the movie theater but unlike others I don't go there for the experience. I go there because I can't watch the movie at home yet.

Any traumatizing movie experiences? I'm here for ya.


Spunk Driving

Whenever I dated boys I was a total watcher. I'd watch them through their windows at night (not true just seeing if you were paying attention). I always wanted to see how they would react in certain situations. I guess it was my way of deeming them knightly or...un knightly? If there's anything that can bring out the worst in someone and make someone go from enchanting to utter troll face it is the black road of despair (also known as driving to civilized creatures). It's the worst because everyone thinks that everyone on the road is an idiot...except for themselves. This includes myself I must say. I'm a pretty nice person but when I get on the road I'm a bit aggressive, okay I'm a crazy face.

1. Whenever someone cuts me off or turns in front of me quickly I speed up to make it look like they're cut off/turn was worse than it was.

2. If someone ends up turning but doesn't have a blinker on and I was waiting for them I say a smug, "Thanks for the signal poopy head." (You may not use the word poopy head this is my personal favorite but you might substitute it for words like jerk or troll face or bug eater.

3. If someone isn't paying attention when the light turns green my face turns red.

4. If one of them hoodlums is weaving around cars like their in Nascar I speed up so they can't get around me.

5. If I'm ever behind or sandwiched by semi's I grunt in despair and speed up to get as far away as possible from them.

6. If I'm behind a car while it's driving in neighborhoods eerily slowly searching for a specific place, I go around them.


I cut people off, sometimes I don't see green lights in time, sometimes I get lost, sometimes I turn really slow, sometimes I take turns too hard or dips to slow. Sometimes I hit people...okay I don't do that I hit people,cars,animals, bikers and more people mostly (joking about accidents is never funny).

Am I crazy? Are we all just terrible drivers or am I making the world a worse place?



I was sitting there licking brownie batter off of my fingers when I realized a rather revealing and demoralizing truth. I would probably lick brownie batter off of anyone or anythings fingers. I like brownie batter that much. Then again maybe I just like doing out of the ordinary things that much. Bringing me to a dreadful story...

Me and my 4 sisters are well...CRAZY LOCO! If you get us together in a room we get this loud hispanic laugh going and we just can't control it. Needless to say we often talk about and do ridiculous things. Okay mostly I do ridiculous things while my sisters laugh at me. I would never have done any of these things if it weren't for my loud laughing and utterly insane sisters.

1. After discussing how large my tongue really is with my sister (it's like KISS on crack people) I talked about the many things I've licked with my utterly monstrosity of a tongue. My sister said and I quote," You've never licked the bottom of my left foot." To which I tackled her to the ground and immediately licked her dirt covered, nasty trash stepping on foot (Michelle has the dirtiest feet of all the sisters in the land). I immediately regretted this however because it tasted like a waste of my time.

2. Mooning my youngest (and most traumatized) sister at 5:55 on 5/05/2005. I don't want to talk about it.

3. Putting on a toddlers clown costume while my sisters chased me around the house wearing vampire capes and warewolf masks, only to end the entire fiasco with a rendition of a Moulin Rouge song sung in a very manly yet chipmunk like way.

4. Making Dance Fest 2005 music videos and encouraging my little (and most traumatized) sister to wear nothing but two flowers made of poster board. Don't deny it, we still have video footage.

5. Peeing my pants on the floor while begging my sister to stop making me laugh. Yet to my surprise she just kept dancing and telling me I was just like Molly our dog who pees on the carpet.

I think that's about enough traumatizing information the dear followers can handle for one day.

Thanks for the crazy and well.....crazy times my sisters.


The Root

You guys remember the viscious bishopbric of the 9,865th ward from this post? Sit down, grab a pillow children. This ranting might go on for a while.

One day myself and my dear boss whom I love, we shall refer to her as dear, were cleaning out her office. After cleaning her office dear appeared at my desk with two gloriously shining bottles of Brick Oven Root Beer. Now let me make one thing clear. Brick Oven Root Beer is unlike any beer of the root. No No my friends, this fine beverage is brewed in the restaurant and has a sweet tang of success as the bubbles slide down your throat. I don't like root beer and man I like this stuff. So after salivating after the two bottles of root beer dear boss nonchalantly asked if I would like them to which I answered a cool, "Uh, sure". Success! I had obtained a fine drink and now I needed to make a plan. Matt loves drinks and so in protection of both myself and his belly I decided to only take one bottle home and leave one bottle on my desk for another special occasion.

The night with the root of beer was glorious. Matt and I wined and dined like we were in NY about to see a Broadway show. Then suddenly and without warning our deer root beer was gone. Without fear or hesitation I declared, "Don't worry there's another bottle at work!" And me and Matt had dreams of root beer fairies brewing our soon to be devoured bottle.

I arrived at work ready to take my fine friend home for another night of drinks when to my surprise the root of beer had left. I looked right, I looked left...I even looked under my desk like maybe during the night the janitor thought this root beer should not be on the desk no it should be cleverly placed in a nook under Sarah's desk. But I found no Root Beer.

Right away I knew the culprit. It's the Rice Krispie stealing pencil using Dutch bishopbric of the 9,865th Ward! All the sudden a cloud of ideas began to brew over my head. I could see the bald first counselor with his high waters, chugging my Root Beer straight from the bottle as he counted tithing. I saw the bishop with his feet on my desk counseling a member as he took a drink of my Root Beer from a mug. I would have my vengeance I thought. They'll learn their lesson. And I began to come up with ideas of how justice could be restored to the world again. While brewing (pun totally intended) in my dark thoughts with a bitter scowl on my face my dear boss poked her head in with a nonchalant, " Sarah, I hope you don't mind. I saw you didn't take the Root Beer home so I took it." I smiled knowing that I was a fool but that the bishopbric was still Dutch.


My Long Legged Unfriend

I feel like out of all creatures big and small the grasshopper is the rudest. Spiders have the courtesy to creep up on you, while stunning at times they make slight movements to warn you, lady bugs are always welcome because their so darn cute, rolly pollies just saunter around until you pick them up and catepillars never bother you at all but just eat your plants when you're away. Okay all creatures can be bothersome, but the long legged beast is rude.

The way grasshoppers just burst your personal space bubble and drop right next to your arm tickling your arm hairs is without a doubt just a violation of personal rights. I suppose this thought may be due to the fact that I've never had a good image of grasshoppers. The grasshopper in A Bugs Life ruined all the Ants lives. Those poor little Ants couldn't even get enough food to feed their young ones. The grasshopper in James and the Giant Peach used his legs as an instrument (a far too advanced concept for a wee tot to grasp without feeling weirded out).

So today I was eating my lunch, basking in the glory of the sun with a giant peach in hand and at a threat to my personal rights the long legged beast bursts my personal bubble with a springy plop. Because my only experience with grasshoppers has been through animation I deduced that this grasshopper was THE grasshopper from James and the Giant Peach and was merely trying to board his living vessel. Out of fear I scarfed down the peach at my fastest chomping rate and threw the core on the ground (I do this every time because I know a peach tree will grow) and ran away.

I now have regrets and wish to speak to Sir Grasshopper.

Dear Grasshopper,
I'm sorry I deprived you of your home however you really gave me a fright. You shouldn't go invading peoples personal space.
A Fan

As you can see I'm full of regret.

I Can See!!!

My dear friend once said that the worst thing that could ever happen to her was being kidnapped without her glasses. After rolling on the ground in laughter and then writing this down in my Lisa Frank whale and unicorn diary because it was so dang classic I began to ponder. Dear friend has a point here. Ever since I was a wee lad I have been impaired in the eye ball region. And many terrible and scary things have happened to me because of this. I do this not so you can pity me but so that you single friends can find a 20/20 vision man and make 20/20 babies who don't have to live terrible lives.

First- I wore headgear when I was little. Laugh it off. I attribute my good personality to this wretched device because well it was the only thing I had at the time. Anyways one night me and my friend had a camp out in her backyard. I went inside to use the restroom but because I couldn't see I went headgear first into their solid glass door. Both scaring the dogs and my friends father.

Second- Glasses are impossible to run in. If you ever chose to do so prepare to have your glasses fly up and down somewhat making your eyes feel like their experiencing an earthquake and then slowly slide down your sweaty face. Due to this fact I went sightly impaired to the Boulder Boulder, a yearly 10k race in Colorado. The race went great and while I couldn't tell who was next to me I simply stuck to the black tar path that could lead me to the finish. Nevertheless, after finishing the race and realizing I couldn't see people unless I got nose to nose with them I ended up wandering around the stadium for hours trying to find my family. I ended up sitting outside of a tent that I thought said lost and found. Mostly there were really young children there 3 or 4 years old. I was seventeen...my mom found me.

Third- Hitting tables and couches because I can't tell where things are when I have my contacts out, having my roommate/husband say ,"Can you tell what face I'm making?" While I blankly stare at a nude colored blob, telling someone ,"I can't tell what you're doing.", the list goes on and on friends.

Single people out there, spare your children the task of building character and find a 20/20 partner. That is all.


Topsy Turvy

Everything in my refrigerator is frozen and everything in my freezer is refrigerated (aka melting). Today during my deer like routine I was making my daily sandwich, seconds later I pulled out the lettuce only to find that I had unintentionally made me a bag of lettuce pops...lopsicles. Sometimes it just seems like everything that you need does the exact opposite. I needed plain o' lettuce but no I got lopsicles instead. From this day forward we will refer to the opposites as lopsicles. Other lopsicles that happened today.
- I needed shoes to wear but could only find my feet ( This event occurs to everyone in variations, searching for car keys while they're in your hand, sunglasses while their on your head, you sensibility when it has definitely left the building)
- I needed nothing to do when  my plans were busy.
- I needed a hot fudge sundae in my hand but instead I had a bag of carrots

Lets have some therapy people. Talk to me about your lopsicles.


Can You Tofu?

As previously stated me and Matt love ethnic food. So the other day we journeyed to China Town (ok I just call this ethnic store that because I like to feel hoity toity) to find some new goods. We really wanted to learn how to make Pad Thai. After scavenging through the store I came upon the dreaded Tofu. I'd always heard these terrible things about it, "gross it's spongy", "it tastes like rotten chicken and moldy cheese". There was also a Veggie Tales song dedicated to Tofu so I figured it was really that bad. So what would any rational girl do? Buy three cartons of it of course. So me and Matt did the Tofu last night! We had Pad Thai with Tofu and Tofu Miso Sout, and......... We loved it! It's hard enough to feed a man that has a metabolism of Michael Phelps so I figure this amazing source of protein will be just what we need. Plus its nutritious and delicious. Of course after our Triumph of eating so healthy we rewarded ourselves with Sonic Shakes. Can you Tofu?


Listen....there's something you should know

I gave you guys all a glimpse of my utter quirkiness but in all this information I somehow left out the most important person. You guys need a proper introduction to Sir Matt and since he has sent me off alone on this blogging adventure I will give you the low down down low.

Height: 6'2''

Eye Color: Green

Favorite Color: Green

Favorite Food: Anything Ethnic

Alias: Marmot

Have a great week!

You guys didn't think I'd leave you with just that wimpy information did you? One week while me and Matt were teaching Sunday School he introduced and met everyone through their spouses secret. Well I have a secret for you Sir Matt. Now is the time for your dirty little secrets.

- Matt chews loud. This would usually be a negative quality for someone however due to the fact that my x roommate constantly ranted about how the acoustics in my mouth just weren't right because I daily sounded like a symphony of captain crunch every morning well....let's just say it's an upside for both of us that we're loud chewers.

- Matt loves music but has never had any training in music. I think this talent is especially amazing. Matt can pick anything up and suddenly the ladies are swooning over him (definitely won me over). His talents include drumming, strumming (the guitar), and plumming (the piano), oh and humming. I got a little carried away with those umming words didn't I.

- Matt is a conoseur (I didn't spell that right) of delicious foods. I LOVE this about him. He loves the best of the best foods out there, Sushi, Thai, Mongolian Barbecue. I have never found someone that I love eating with as much as him!

- Last of all. Matt is the hardest worker I've ever known. oh and he's hilarious, and he laughs at my jokes oh and he's my soulmate. Okay so that was more than one.


The One

It happened. I have a fan. While I was clicking my heels with joy and then pretending I knew how to tap dance a fog came upon me, a new realization that I had never felt before. People will actually be reading about what I think. After an all powerful laugh came out my adult brain slipped into my body and I began to feel cautious. What if they don't like what I think about? What if I'm immature? What if I'm not entertaining? These thoughts were then very quickly overshadowed by my tap dancing and karate kicks because well I am immature.

Summary: Please like what I say,  and if you do or don't please tell me about it. Tell me your opinion and hopefully you can inspire some of those crazy thoughts that tend to fly in the wind and then get sucked in as I breath in a gust of wind.

I had an awesome weekend with my family in the THREE-OH-THREE. Here are a few highlights for those of you who were not able to experience the magic.
  • After galavanting through Estes Park we decided to go on a crusade through Rocky Mountain National Park. It was here that I met a Marmot, really liked it and then in my utter amazement my sisters dubbed Matt's new name as Marmot!
  •  Rediscovered my love for Sonic the Hedgehog in a friendly battle of wits and honor with my sisters. A battle that lasted until twelve am for one and three am for the others.
  • Ate my body weight in mini Oreo's.
  • Tramp stamped both my husband and sister with phrases like "Chocolate Maker" and "Thunder Down Under" only to be given the mark of death on my lower back with the phrase "Matt loves Sarah". I must add, the thought was nice, the place and utensil used for marking me with....not so nice. My lower back still remains tainted.

Hope you guys all had a happy 4th!!!


Bitte Warten...

My mom has always had a very serious case of the "I can's". Whenever one of my mom's five hyenas would be dying for those Albertson cookies that are so ooey gooey and delicious she would say, " I can make that." Whenever any of us even eyed a fast food burger,"I can make that" and most hurtful to me of course staring at those amazing pictures of blizzards and wishing upon the shiniest star that I could get one and then my mom interrupts my oozing over the picture with a, "Hey we can make that at home!" I remain traumatized but really don't we all do that. I've come down with a serious case of the I can's. Whether it is because I'm exactly like my mom or just ambitious remains undetermined. Nevertheless here are my latest I can's that have both made and unraveled my confidence.
  • My office because it is at BYU is used every Sunday by the bishopbric of the BYU 9,865 ward (ok not that high of a number). After Sunday things are always mysteriously moved around on my desk. Not only is my drawer of snacks when you're about to die because you forgot to make a lunch missing treats only after Sundays, but very mysteriously one week I found all of my computer settings changed to Dutch. Stage set for the I can's. I was determined to change my settings. I looked up how to do it but of course couldn't figure it out because everything was in dutch. Finally through some research at home I was able to change every setting except for one website that remains stubborn. The Google. No matter how much I set and reset it to English it ALWAYS defaults to Dutch. However I've decided to forgive the bishopbric of the BYU 9,865th ward because now I know lots of Dutch words I never would have known. Para exemple: Bitte Warten means please wait, bilder means image, bideo means video and Suche means search. Words I have yet to figure out: Erweiterte (I've made a hypothesis that it must mean Sarah is a sucker), Letzer Monat (must mean Sarah can't read Dutch) and Mehr (means nanny nanny boo boo Sarah).
  • Me and my Emily friend decided we could sew. I'd seen a lot of cute bubble skirts that were just too short so in the words of my mother I rejoiced, "I can make that at home!". About six hours later I had a half a skirt, a furrow in my brow, a burn iron in the carpet and a really good friend. I can finish this skirt!
  • I love Cafe Rio but I feel like a toothpick has been jousted in my ear when I see that they cost 8 smackaroonies each. So I set out to recreate the Cafe Rio experience at home. And...I DID IT! Here's the amazing recipe if you dare.
While the "I can's" seem to be a little frustrating at times they do pose for great adventures. Thanks for passing on your ambition mom!



 I am overwhelmed right now at my absolutely amazing friends. After having a wonderful trip to Denver one of my families friends asked if me and my husband wanted to go on a river trip with them. They were going to be in Fruita and me and the hub could meet them there and float down the river for three-relaxing-canoe floating-bronzing days. So what did I say.....YES OH PLEASE OH PLEASE PICK ME!!! So Monday me and Matt drove to Fruita with our three dollar Wal-Mart water shoes (the kind that smell so strongly of new rubber that you smell like a car tire for at least the first seven wears), our sun-block (SPF 50 of course), and some gosh dang huge grins. The trip was amazing, we were on the river for about three hours each day and then set up camp and just sat around enjoying each others company. The second day we camped at what seemed to be our very on private beach, with our very own cliff diving cliffs, and our very own black rocks, and our very own over-sized bugs. Cliff diving-Amazing, Canooing-Adventurous, Camping-Another word that begins with A. I am definitely doing something like this again. Thanks for the great time friends.

I know you're wondering what the title has to do with this post. Uh-hum sniffle sniffle, I came back with fifty two mosquito bites.



I just spent the last five-ish days home relaxing with my amazing family. I really couldn't have asked for a better time.Matt was busy slaving away in Salt Lake and so of course I headed out to Colorado for a much needed vacation after summer semester. My very favorite part of the trip was finding hidden treasures. Really though I can't even begin to tell you all of the treasures I found this weekend.
  • Treasure #1: I wanted to make a fun bubble skirt with a thick elastic waist. After some awe inspiring hours at JoAnne's I got all of the things I needed for my skirt and it all added up to just about $3 buckaroonies. It made my day. Take that Anthropologie.
  • Treasure #2: I went to my Grandma's to sew my bubbly bubble skirt and add some fun ties to a vintage shirt I found yet halfway through the project the sewing machine broke. This unfortunate event led  me and my Grandma to talking about how I loved her style and then she ushered me to the back room, pulled out a box and gave me some of her old clothes. I.was.in.heaven. I got some really cool stuff from my grandma (namely a fabulous red dress that I'm going to do a little fixer upper on). I'm sure there'll be a post on this and my bubbly bubble skirt later.
  • Treasure #3: My Grandma also gave me some of her Jewelry. It's all costume jewlry but for muah it was like finding a million dollars. Not only do I have jewlry from my Grandma that I will keep FOR-E-VER but also something that I will pass on and my little girls can have from their great grandma.
  • Treasure #4: After confessing my true love of thrift shopping to my sisters and mom we went on a thrift trip in Arvada. I found some real treasure here friends. A beautiful never worn pair of killer heels, a blue bubbly skirt, a fun sailor shirt and a vintage blouse. I'm sure you'll be seeing some of these items later.
Needless to say I really did have an amazing time in Colorado. I had a blast with my mom. We were hangin' out and having fun all over the place. Whether it was getting my nasty cracked in half retainer replaced or killing time before my sisters came we really did have a blast no matter what we were doing. Thanks for being such a great mom motha, and thanks for the great time sista's!

* I think I'm going to start doing a few fashion posts. I've been really inspired by other fashion blogs and want to join in on the fun! Let me know what you think of it!


Out of Habit

Do you know that dears are so easily hunted because they literally walk the exact same places every single day. They are even so predictable that they have their own forest paths because they walk the same route so often. This makes it quite easy  for a mountain lion with a hunger itch for deer to stumble upon and catch it's habit forming friend. We are creatures of habit . I lie not my friends. I just stood in the boys bathroom for a good two minutes before I realized it was not the girls bathroom. Of course I went running out with my composure running behind me but hey...there weren't any boys in there so no harm no foul.

My point. The only reason I walked into that bathroom was because I assumed I was on my regular route (2nd floor) where I do my regular routine (only number 1 of course:)). One time One time  I'm on the third floor to drop something off to a professor and because I'm a creature of habit I end up in the boys bathroom. I'm pretty sure that the man who designed the building purposely switched which sides the girls and boys bathrooms are on each floor purely for his amusement.

Am I crazy? Do you find yourself doing things like this. I took a deeper look at myself and I was a little shocked.

Every day at eight thirty my alarm clock goes off and I hit the snooze twice until eight forty five. I hop in the shower, and then do my makeup on the floor because it's my favorite mirror, then while shoveling down either toast or raisin brown I get on the computer to check my e-mail, facebook, favorite blogs. Get dressed and scramble my scrambly self to school. I go to class, then work until five. At about five fifteen I get home, make delicious dinner, me and Matt spoon/talk sweet nothings/joke for about an hour, homework followed by a routine run where I run the same route every day. We usually play some type of computer game (I'm a sucker for hearts and brick breaker) and then I pop in my retainer and out my eye balls, scrub my face and teeth and we are in bed at twelve in time for scripture study and prayer. Every day is like this. With the occassional grocery trip, friend hangout, random mysterious event you can pretty much tell where and what I will be doing when every stinkin day.

I'm a creature of habit. Established. Am I alone in this?


Sirens and Things

There are some things you should know about me...ya know before we get this whole thing going.
  • I am a sweater, not wooly just really gosh dang hot all the time. No joke, when I'm walking to class I'm perfectly fine but then I sit down and woosh. I can't control it. I sweat, and I'm a girl.Deal wit it.
  • Whenever I hear a siren I automatically think of my loved ones. I mean don't we all. But worse than that my imagination is crazy and I come up with these completely unrealistic scenarios (don't worry my loved ones are always safe). Like the other night I was running and a fire truck came weee-oh ing by and all the sudden my brain started shmoogling up crazy things like, Matt running across the street (I've seen Matt run twice in his life, not a lover of running) drops his scarf (Matt doesn't own or have the desire to own a scarf) the scarf gets caught in the drainy sewage thing and...he gets hit by a bike. Nothing happens to Matt but drivers that watch this crazy event get in a car crash and as we speak the wee-oh sirens are going to save the driver. I know, my brain is a shmoogler.
  • I love food and I dream up food. Like I was thinking the other day, cheesecake with a Nutella drizzle with fresh strawberries and rasberries with a pile of that really thick whipped cream that only restaurants have. Did I mention this cheesecake has oreo crumble everywhere. Anyways, if I actually knew how to make these things I'd be a pretty awesome creator I think.
  • I love AWKWARD moments. Let me rephrase that, I love watching other people's awkward moments and not being a part of them. Like watching someone wave at someone from far away but you see one girl (who actually knows the waiver) and the person in front of that girl waving back at the boy ( of course she doesn't know him but he must be waiving to her right?). I smile with a big smily knowing grin when I see that pure unadulterated awkward. Here at BYU this awkward is constantly bestowed on hundreds of unknowing victims. Someone stopping to tie a show while all the while shoving their butt in an innocent persons walkway, watching a boy sit next to a girl, he tries to have a normal conversation with her but they end up just talking about where he served his mission. Either way, Awkward Makers of BYU thank you for enriching my life.
That is all.


Pat on the Back

Do you ever have one of those times where you get so dang excited about something. You prepare for it, you give it your darndest and then it all just kind of explodes in your face in a yucky messy hard to clean up sort of way. Okay, this may sound tiny...so get ready. I love to cook and try new recipes. Most of the time they turn out pretty darn great and I end up with a food baby in my tummy because I just couldn't help myself from engorging in this delightful meal.

So last night my new experiment was Beef Stroganoff. I won't lie I was confident...too confident. Everything was going according to plan; onions chop chop chop and into the pan, noodles a boilin, flour bubble bubble thickened that sauce right up. Matt pours all of the noodles into the sink while trying to strain the pasta, I remain calm (it's aight it's fixable a quick rinse and we were back in business), Matt puts ranch dip instead of sour cream into the sauce (once again I remain calm and scoop the ranch dip out of the pan and replace it with sour cream and then wonder why I made Matt my cooking assistant), Matt mumbles something about me caring more about the recipe than his assistance skills under his breath, I add 1 and a half cups of sugar into the sauce and Huzzah! DONE!

....wait a second I added one and a half cup of brown sugar to my stroganoff. At this point I'm running back to the recipe to make sure I'm right because let's face it I always am and I look to see on the list
  • 1 1/2 t brown sugar
Ahhhh needless to say my Stroganoff tasted a lot like that beef trifle that Rachel made for Joey and Chandler on friends. And the exact same reaction occurred (except with less cinematic drama of course). We tasted it and threw it out.

So yeah it all kind of exploded in my face. But my brave little cooking assistant came to my side and told me, "It's ok Sarah, sometimes it just takes a few times to master a recipe." Me and Matt laughed it off and in my depressed state I made Muddy Buddies and ate them for dinner, later of course regretting this because of the food baby in my stomach made of sugar.

Overall a pretty awesome night. As long as I have my cooking assistant.


Talents, moments and FREE THINGS!!

Well that last post was a bit depressing. Just in case you were wondering I do LOVE my life. Oh do.I.love.it. Today I need to share a few things. Maybe you'll laugh, maybe you won't. Ok please do.

  • Matt thinks he's discovered a new talent of singing Prince Ali, drumming, and swinging his hips at the same time. And me lucky lucky wife de la Matt get's to view this glouriously sparkling moment as he practices his gift.
  •  Today while wolfing down my peanut butter toast on the way to school with the sun making my backpack entrenched back all gross and sweaty I saw a man pretending to fly as he road his bike no handed. He gave me a little nod and I felt like I had shared a special achievement with him.
  • I'm going to start going to a free, that's right Free zumba class. And we all know there's nothing that a college student likes more than things worth money that they don't need to be paid for.
  • A very confused woman is still sauntering down that hall with a worried look on her face yet shouts with glee as she finds the drinking fountain, she is wearing her khaki capris with none other than her black tights..or what I think are tights, maybe tube socks...I'll investigate this further this afternoon.
 As you can see my life kinda rocks. It's simple but does.it.rock. One last thing. Why are all the girls gender confused? Lately girls wear nothing but boyfriend jeans and those white button up shirts that make you look like a saggy pillow case (with buttons of course, I've never seen a pillow case with buttons?). Anyways, I'm going to have to have a gender talk with these women. I'll say,


Nobody reads this blog...I'll write what I want.

I have a disease. A dreadful dreadful DISEASE. I like to be negative. Some of you (one of my negative five readers) is judging me. I don't blame you I can be a bummer. But you've done it. I know you have. You see someone walking down the street and automatically you know that their life is perfect. They look perfect, therefore their life is perfect. You think that no one can understand you or the hard times you have because everyone's perfect PERFECT-yy life is so dang perfect. So yes. Sometimes I do this. And then the little sad thoughts come out and sit on my shoulder and throw me a dreadful and sad pity party and the sky gets gray and the rain pours down and suddenly everything in my life is bad. It's ok. Life isn't perfect but it's also pretty dang great. It's these times that I forget about the times when I'm walking home from school and the perfect song comes on and I dance in an awkward type of walking down the street while you dance manner and don't care what anybody thinks because MY LIFE IS GREAT!!! Or the time when the man of my dreams takes me on a secret mission to do a secret sneaky thing and I'm oh so sure the cops are coming to get us as we speak and my eyes are huge because I'm so thrilled at the sneaky sneaky sneaky sneaky thing we're doing. I forget those times when those sad little thoughts sit on my shoulder. So yes you're normal in case you were wondering. Am I normal. YES. Can I be better. YES.  Do I have an extraordinary life. YES!!! I'm workin on it.