Sarah Loves...

Here are the results of my google search, sarah loves.


Sarah loves pop culture. Sure I guess I'm a fan.
Sarah loves teletubbies. Who doesn't?
Sarah loves chicken poop. Yep, that's right, can't get enough.
Sarah loves her thumb. True, but only one of them.
Sarah loves you(in your dreams) This one sounds scary.
Sarah loves her autumn mascara. I also love my spring blush.
Sarah loves her chicken. Of course, it poops!
Sarah loves Zac. I'm assuming Efron. Yep that's right.
Sarah loves Ruth long distance. Wow, scarily accurate.
Sarah loves oysters. Whoever told you that is a liar and a fink.
Sarah loves ponies. Uh huh. Wait, ponies poop right?
Sarah loves Jonas brothers. How do they know this? My secret is out.
Sarah loves Momo and Momo loves spoons. Right, and spoons love me, we get it.
Sarah loves paper clips. I love the way that they hold paper together. Yeah, they're cool.

Alright so google what you love and blog it.

Math

I was so nervous about going back to school after all these years. Math class especially freaked me out. I've only gone to class four days now, but I'm doing surprisingly well. I thought I would be lost from the beginning and pulling my hair out. I enjoy doing my homework so much that I do extra. I have more fun doing math homework than I do crosswords and logic puzzles. I'm really happy about my major and I think I'll do really well.
Well there were two times that I made a fool out of myself in class already. On the second day the teacher asked me for the range of a function. I gave the correct answer but I added in some unneccessary information that she told me to leave out. It made sense once she said it and I was so disappointed in myself for not figuring it out before she had to tell me. The other time happened today when another student gave her a different formula than what was in the book. He also got the answer wrong so I assumed it was his incorrect formula. So she asked me what answer I got and I told her the correct answer and said I believed the formula on the board to be incorrect and I said what it should be. She said I made a good point and showed the difference between the formulas. Even though they go about it differently they end up with the same answer. Again, it was something that made so much sense and I was kicking myself for not figuring it out before I opened my mouth. At least I got the right answer though.
So on Monday we are going to be put into groups. I'm way excited. I don't really know what we're going to do in the groups, like are they study groups or are we going to be doing assignments together. But I can't wait to talk about math and do math and I also want to gage where I am in the group. I mean, am I at the front of the class or do I have some catching up to do? I just want to see where I'm at. I know it doesn't really matter as long as I get my good grades but I just want to know. Curious.
So anyway, I promise I won't blog about math all the time. I think this is probably a one time thing. I'm not even expecting comments. Really. I just wanted to talk about my previous anxiety that has now turned to excitement.

My Very Prestigious Award

Alright! I got my first blog award. Now I have chosen some of my favorite blogs. And the winners are....drum roll please.....

Just wait..... http://okeydokeyifine.blogspot.com

Puphi's Postings http://puphigirl.blogspot.com

Musings of the Mindless Banterer http://emmacmiller.blogspot.com

a Hoosier in Nevada http://ruthykins.blogspot.com

Now the winners can choose some of their favorites and post them so we can go visit those great blogs as well. A thank you very much.

Okay, I'll tell some of my secrets too.

To follow after my two sisters here are some of my confessions that I'm willing to admit to.
1. I love to people watch. I like to figure out what the story could be behind what I see. I could probably do this all day if I didn't mind offending people by staring at them. Seriously, this is one of my favorite things to do.

2. I can get myself scared very easily. I freak myself out by playing scenarios in my mind. It could be anything from being alone at night, to taking a class at school. I get myself so worked up that I have nightmares for weeks about what I thought up.

3. I love green olives. I could eat them all day. I only buy them on special occasions though because I view them as a treat. My boys love them too and when we order pizza we always get green olive and ham. Or sometimes just green olive. I'm a green olive freak. I would gladly except them as a birthday or Christmas gift. But only get me the Mario brand. I'm very particular. Just a little plug there.

4. I love to camp. I love the fires, I love the food, I love the air, the sounds, the smells, the stars. I love that I don't have a phone and there are no appointments.

5. I love to dress up. I don't get many opportunities to do this but I wish I had more. I don't just mean fancy dress, dress up. I mean costumes. Seventies, eighties, witch, anything. I love it.

6. Little House on the Prairie is my favorite show. Caroline is my favorite. Watch it, you'll love it.

7. I have only bought Christmas presents for my kids once. We do the nativity story and usually some decorations, but no gifts. They get enough from their grandparents anyway. We do buy them each one thing at tax returns though. One of my friends thinks this is awful. Let me know what you think. If the response is overwhelming I might change my ways.

8. I love to eat. I remember events by what I ate. I go to some events just for the food. I love to make food and I love to eat it. I wish I was a better cook so I could make whatever I wanted all the time. Lunch was my favorite subject in school. I still look forward to meal times. I don't really snack much. I guess I just like the meal.

9. I too am a sap. If I see another person crying I start to cry too. If I see another person suffering or scared, I cry. When I was ward chorister I had to make sure I did not look at the other saps during certain hymns because I knew I would just burst out into tears. I hate driving by accidents with ambulances. I imagine up a story and I start to cry. I once saw a father with three young children on the side of the road and the daughter was just bawling and the father was hugging all of them. I mean, how can you not cry when you see that?

10. I'm curious. I like to know what the heck is going on all the time. For example, when my hubby gets off the phone my line of questioning begins. I want to know word for word what was said. I want to know what my kids are doing all day long in school. I want to know how so and so makes her funeral potatoes because they taste better than everybody else's. I want to know how he proposed to her and how she answered back. When I hear news I want details. I can usually stifle my curiosity so it looks like I'm cool, but deep down I want to know everything.

well tens a good number end with and I can't really think of anything else right now. remember, I want your vote on if my kids should get presents this year or not.

I'm not so perfect

Last week I was going crazy not knowing who my kids' teachers were and what time the bus would pick them up. They don't like to tell you till last minute. So I decided to go to the school myself to see if I could get some information. I got myself all ready so I would look like one of those supermoms who always look perfect and of course I must care a lot about my kids if I'm taking the time to come down to the school. Right? I decided to take my two darling school boys down their with me too. We get there and I walk in holding their hands, of course. We go to the office and I ask if they have the teacher assignments yet and if we could take a tour of the school. This will be their first year at this school. The secretary tells me that she's just filling in so she wouldn't know how to look up their teachers but she knows I'll get something in the mail this week. BTW School starts next Tuesday and I still don't know who their teachers are. I don't know why this freaks me out but it does. Anyway back to the story. So we're in the office and the secretary starts talking to the boys assuring them that they will like the school. I look down at my sweet boys and suddenly I feel ill. They both have their faces covered lunch ... jelly sandwiches. I am now officially mortified. I wanted to leave right then but she's still talking to them. Just then she takes a break and I feel like it's a good time to make our exit. Then some young guy comes into the office and the substitute secretary calls him over to make sure she gave me all the correct information about the letters being mailed out. He of course talks to the boys too. Why oh why? Well I'm sure I left quite the impression on them. Obviously not the one that I wanted to. So after he's done we run out of there, get in the car, and take off as quickly as we can. I also give each of them a wipe to clean their faces on the way home. Like it really matters anymore. The only comfort I can gather from the situation is that she was just a substitute. That's what I keep telling myself anyhow.

Ha Ha Funny!!!

Our young women took the personality color test as part of our activity one night. One question had fun-loving as one of the choices. One of the girls thought that was absurd because who wouldn't love fun? I thought that was funny because I had picked another choice and I wondered why I didn't choose fun-loving. I mean, I like to have a good time. It reminded me of one of my sister's blogs where she laughed so hard she almost wet her pants. I never laugh that hard. So me and the other leader explained that to some people fun is not one of their priorities. Some people love other things more than fun and that is why the question made sense.
So this led me to wonder what I love more than fun and why I don't laugh on a regular basis. As far as the laughing goes, I think I'm just lame. I mean, I smile when something funny happens and sometimes I will do a laugh out loud, but I'm not rolling over in an uncontrollable fit.
So what do I love more than fun? I love being in control. I think that includes my emotions. I love my family, so that means I don't get to party party party. I think I love being boring. Well needless to say the young women were very disappointed in me and the other leader for not being fun-loving and the one even went on to say that she will be a very fun-loving mother.
I think that I could do with a little more fun in my life and I know that when I do laugh the most it's when I'm around my family; parents, siblings, neices, nephews, husband and children. Heck, sometimes I even laugh at myself. So if you ever feel the need to amuse an otherwise very dull person give me a call, write a humorous blog, or send me those funny forwards. I promise I'll at least crack a smile.