Saturday, December 7, 2013
Thursday, November 28, 2013
I wasn't sure I had a Thanksgiving post in me. But I woke up this morning after spending the evening with my family and realized I do.
I am thankful for my family who love and support me no matter what. I have the best family I can imagine. And if I've learned anything in the last 107 days, its that some people do not have the family they deserve.
I am thankful for Rigel, my sanity. He's the best little pup there is.
I am thankful for my friends who had been there for me lately. Many have stepped up to make sure I'm okay. I will never forget that.
I am thankful for my job, co-workers, manager, and director. I work with such amazing, thoughtful, wonderful folks. I love my job and could not ask for a better group of people to work with every day.
I am thankful for my house. After renting for over a decade of my life, we had the ability to buy my dream house. I feel safe and comfortable there. It will be a great home for years to come.
Saturday, October 26, 2013
Well, its not been lazy for me, but Rigel has managed to do nothing all day long. Arlo had his dog house delivered today. Its huge! But so is he, so that's a good thing. Its gotten a bit chilly around these parts so he needs his house.
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
I used to get really angry when Arlo would bark. I was so afraid that the neighbors would complain. Its weird about what I *used* to care about that I just don't anymore.
And I find comfort in his barking. He's the protector of the backyard - a moat of Airedale, if you will. He doesn't bark as much as he used to when he was adjusting to his new digs. But now, if he barks, I just assume he needs to be barking. At a creature, a strange noise, another dog, or some weird guy at the end of my driveway. Its nice to know he's paying attention.
So I'm very sorry if any of my neighbors ever read this. He's a dog. He's just doing his job.
(I do apologize for the Earth-shattering howl though. Sirens hurt his ears.)
Sunday, June 23, 2013
As you might know, I LOVE giveaways!! And I have been wanting to start another one for a while now but I didn't know what to do. But I have an idea! If you place an order on my website CharmFarm.OrigamiOwl.com between now and July 20th and select "Sara's Special Giveaway Party!" you will be entered to win a $25 gift certificate!! That's right - place any order and select the party tab "Sara's Special Giveaway Party!" and you will be entered to win $25 of FREE Origami Owl products!
If you haven't already, you should head over to Facebook and "like" my page! When I reach 50 likes, I will host a GREAT giveaway!! https://www.facebook.com/CharmFarmOO
This is truly a ground floor company. What would you do with some extra money in your pocket every month?
Friday, May 3, 2013
Joe will start school in the Fall and the house hunt has begun! I have 6 months to find, buy, and move into the perfect house. And.... GO!
Saturday, March 9, 2013
Monday, February 4, 2013
|A love of vintage|
|The girl who loathes pink.|
|The proud momma!|
Friday, January 4, 2013
"Stop crying or I will beat your ass."
I heard it again at 0220 this morning. It was being yelled at a 4 year old child who lives under me. My temporary apartment isnt really all that great and I can hear everything, especially at 0220 when the rest of the world is silent.
The child woke up crying and yelled for his mom. You could hear the whimper head towards his parents' bedroom. Then the yelling began.
I obviously dont know why the child got up crying, but the next 20 minutes of yelling from the father only made it worse. I've been here 5 weeks and this is the 1st time I've heard the child at night, so it's not like this is a nightly event that the father is tired of. Plus this "father" doesnt work during the day - doesnt do a darn thing - so getting up at night with a kid cant really put him out that much.
I laid in bed with Joe listening to this, with him hugging me, asking me what I would do with a crying child at 0220. Well, I certainly dont sit and yell at it for crying. I hate that phrase, Stop crying or I will beat your ass.
I spent my morning being thankful that I had parents who comforted and didnt yell at us at 0220.