Laugh Till You Cry

Its not every day that you get to carry your baby brother around in a sling...I felt so motherly :) lol
Its not every day that you get to wear a cookie dough mustache with your little sister...I felt so young :) ha
Its not every day that you get to laugh at yourself a million times and develop body builder abs from tensing your muscle so hard when you were laughing :P...ok so little bit of an exaggeration
Its not every day that you can go without makeup and still feel pretty...
Its not every day that you experience a brilliant moment of inspiration and paint your thoughts down on paper like it was always meant to be...
Its not every day that you can love so many people so much all at once and your heart practically explodes and so does your head so then you end up screaming?? Yeah its a little messed up :P
I wonder what would happen if each person, at the end of the day, just wrote down the things that made them smile :P I'd probably have a pretty long list everyday...unless I didn't get my coffee that morning, or maybe I was injected with an anti-smiling serum...You never know...

"The Sixth Sense is being able to appreciate the other five"

-Sarah (aka Me :)

Model Mania

Today I was in a fashion show, advertising a bridal shop (though I only modeled bridesmaid dresses and prom dresses). At first I was just supposed to be assisting with the hair prep, but then I got a call and was told that they were low on models and asked if I would model. Me, being so in love with stages (yeah right!) I said "sure". Now the weather was really bad (freezing rain) so half of the models couldn't make it...So...Instead of modeling like five dresses, I was in and out of eight gowns like crazy! It was nuts. But I really enjoyed the whole experience, I hardly ate, I wore heels, had intense stage makeup, would've slipped going up and down the two stage steps without the gentlemanly assistance, and I sucked it up to wear dresses meant for petite people. So I'm practically a celebrity now...tee hee. But I'm pretty sure I'm gonna go barefoot and wear baggy T-shirts and go without makeup for the next week or so to get over the extremities :P I'm a comfort loving professional snacker that belongs in high-tops :) But I now have a huge amount of respect for the people who live like that everyday...Ouch. LOL Here is a few pictures that my mom took of the show. The characters in the pictures include my sister Becky, best friends Skye and Drew, and myself :) I wanted to throw up before the show began, but with these fantastic ladies' help, thanks be to God I made it through...in one piece even!

This is SO Amazing

You're Still a Kid at heart If...

You jump in puddles when no one is looking...

You move a chair out from under someone as they're sitting down...

You cut little roads through the food on your plate...

You "skate" on the kitchen floor with your socks...

You've mastered the technique to sweet talking your way out trouble...

The Kiddie Menu makes more sense...

You secretly wanna try flushing different things down the toilet...

You're favorite thing to color is still anything that isn't paper...

You're plan A is still "play dead"...

You're given three choices of ice cream and you pick all three...

You still want to sleep in tents made out of blankets hung over chairs in the living room...

People can still bribe you to finish eating your food...

You'd rather order chocolate milk than iced tea...

You wear pajamas half the day, but you still sleep in your clothes at night...

Dressing up means a clean, not fussy...

You're scared of the plumbers and elections, but wanna watch them do whatever the heck it is that they do!

And you're still a kid at heart if any of things pertain to you :)

Sharing the Love

I lived with my grandparents through December, six weeks total, and I moved back on the 5th of January. It was strangely quiet living like an only child for those six weeks, and during the time away from my eight siblings I really did enjoy the quiet, because I needed it so I could, well, get my head on straight :P But when I got to see everybody again...I don't know, it was just so special...and I knew I wanted to be home again...because it was where I belonged. I knew it was going to be hard, because mistakes have consequences, but I needed my little siblings giggling laughter, their wild hair in the morning, and their sticky kisses. I needed my sisters random urge to curl my hair and pick my earrings for the day. I needed my brother waking me up at eight am on a Saturday by playing Wide Awake by Katy Perry outside my door, dragging me out of bed so we could durp around WalMart for an hour doing absolutely nothing. I needed my moms random laughter to remind me where I got my snort from. I needed my dad handing me my hot cup of coffee in the morning when I was cranky. Life is short and family is one of the only things that you'll always have. Sometimes it takes the hard times away to make us appreciate what we got.
Right now my 5yrold brother, Ben, is wearing my 12yrold sister, Abby's pink heart robe with a jump rope tied around his waist so he looks like a Valentines Jedi warrior. My 2yrold brother, David, is driving a car around on the kitchen floor wearing a fedora saying "Cool!". My 9yrold sister, Lydia, is working like a real trooper taking care of her bunny rabbits, and the first time dad helped her breed her rabbits she exclaimed "I knew he would get on top of her!". A few minutes earlier, my 16yrold sister, Becky, and I were in our Art/Music room attempting to work on our math homework and instead discussed the worst dating scenarios and drew cartoon figures on our papers.
Life without your family is really lonely. I wouldn't give it up for all the fashion forward clothes, the allowance of a lifetime, or a vacation to Hawaii, because family lasts so much longer than that...It stays with you...It won't be forgotten. Its special.

Once Upon a Time

Once upon a time, I talked to myself...Oh yeah still do.

In a land far away, I laughed so hard I cried...but that land is my imagination and I still live there :)

Long ago in a foreign place, I pretended life was secret OPs mission, a mystery to solve, and I the detective...But silly me, it was never really only a game, just the truth, except you never really solve the mystery, you can only enjoy the ride :)

The innocence of a child is beautiful thing, but its in the human nature to destroy that innocence. Now the truth is that once you lose you innocence you can never get it back, so don't continue to live pretending like you can. You just gotta come to accept what has happened and enjoy what you still got. If we only ever live in regret of what's already done and gone, we miss out on what our future still holds. Life isn't a fairy tale, and boy am I happy about that :)

But today I'm having yet another sick day so I can justify sitting around doing absolutely nothing :P LOL

Fake~Fear~Failure

"Our doubts are traitors and make us lose that good we oft might win by fearing to attempt." -Measure for Measure

William Shakespeare 

Every little fear holds you back from something. Whether a great fear or a small fear, it comes with a consequence, whether a great consequence or a small consequence...Its all there. I have a fear of spiders, like a huge fear, like giant fear, like start-screaming-and-crying-and-holding-my-head-while-rocking-back-and-forth type of huge fear, even of small spiders, its the same. Therefore I can't go into small dark closets, or corners where I have the small percentage of a chance of seeing a spider or maybe even, God forbid, having one crawl on my foot.
I have a fear of tasting new foods. What if I don't like it? What if I gag? What is in it, am I eating organs or something?? And it really holds me back. For years I ordered the same sandwich from SubWay only because I knew I liked it, it was a 6inch BLT toasted with cheddar cheese and Italian herbs and cheese bread, with lettuce tomato cucumber olives and pickles, no sauce. I made small variations once in a while, like not toasted, pepper jack cheese, and maybe just maybe some sweet onion sauce.
I ordered a totally different sandwich for the first time on November 28th...2012. I'm not OCD...I'd just let my fear of experimenting (at least with food) hold me back from a world of new and exciting flavors.
 I'm also claustrophobic in crowds. I clench my hands into fists and let me nails dig into my palm. My breathing quickens and I clench my jaw and try not to let anyone see the extra moisture forming over my eyes. People that know about it let me hold their hand, because they don't want me to freak out and ruin the rest of our time there :P Whether at a concert or an amusement park or a skating rink, it drains away a little of the fun.
Now the one fear that I wish the most I could totally eliminate from my daily life is the extreme fear of stages...I LOVE to sing and act, so last year I tried out for a musical and I got in, well my best friend Drew made me try out :P...I had two sentences that I was supposed to sing alone...two...and when I got home after my first music rehearsal, I cried because it scared me so, so bad. No matter what we were doing, the whole time I was shaking in my kicks, ready to make a speedy dash for the EXIT sign. I never did participate in the actually play. I'd got into trouble and moved in with my grandparents who lived an hour away so I had to be pulled out. I'd never been so relieved. I can't hardly even sing in front of people I know, like family and friends. What if I suck? Even worse, what if they tell me I suck?? It drains so much from you, the fear. I've missed out on so much because of it...
I have a trust issue...I have a hard time with trusting people, even people that I love. I have a hard time putting myself out there, yes even me, the girl who wears costumes on a regular basis and pretends to be autistic and wave at everyone I pass...But when it becomes personal, and I actually have to give a piece of myself for it, it scares the hell out of me...I'm not proud of it, never have been. And I've come to discover that if there's something in your life that your not proud of...it needs to go. This is a new year. This can be it...It can be the start for you too, what are your fears? What have they held you back from? Its time to stop imprisoning ourselves in our own fear...we all have so much potential...

Day for Dumb

You know those days when you can't seem to help but be really dumb? Well, for me, today is that day. Now I have blond moments regularly, but this is worse. So when I took a shower this morning, I left my ring on the bathroom sink, and later today my sister Becky brings it to me, I thank her and begin the process of remember which hand and then which finger I had the ring on...Middle finger, left hand. Easy. I look down at my hands...look back at the ring I hold...and then again at my hands...My brain is just straining to remember...which way is right...and which is left?? I held my hands out, and extended both thumbs to a perpendicular angle to my hands, and look for which hand creates the letter L. Thanks to The Big Rock Candy Mountain for teaching me this trick, I can tell which is my left hand because it makes the letter L, what an experience!! :)
Then again this morning, while working on preparing a fresh pot of coffee for myself, I had yet another dumb impulse. I'm grinding up my coffee beans after already adding the water, but I didn't put the pot back under the spout, and I realize that the water is leaking from the spout on to the heater. I quick slip my hand under the machine to catch the boiling drips. To late, I pulled my hand back with a yelp and looked down at the red burn marks on my palm. Brilliant.
Now these things always come in threes, so today at lunch, I'm feeling rather dull, and the noise has created an overwhelming hum in my mind. I look over and Becky as she takes the last sip from her 7up, and I motion for her to hand me the empty can. I set it perfectly in front of me, so I can see the label, and WHAM!! I attempt to smash the can with my bare fist...The can goes flying across the room, coming out nearly unscathed. I'm chuckling nervously, amused but feeling bad about the extra commotion. I look at my fist where flesh met sharp tin, and yeah, I'd cut my finger. Oh happy day.
So now I'm trying to get the most mobile function from my pinky though its wrapped in gauze since Becky insisted that there weren't any band aids. And now I'm just waiting...for the next dumb thing :) 

Homemade French Fries

Can't stand fast food, so I made some healthy (except for the salt) fries, and they were a hit! I did it all by me-self :) I got splattered by the oil, my hand is sore from skinning and slicing, but it was fun and I'm very proud of myself LOL. And yes that's a fry up my nose...don't judge...