Counting sheep

Dear sleep,
Please come to me. I no longer want to lay here counting sheep, rolling around in a hundred different positions hoping one of them will magically put me to sleep.

Yours truly,
Sleep deprived Sara.


I know that tomorrow will find me in a sleepy daze, probably from about 6:30-9. Drinking an unreasonable amount of coffee, with plenty of French vanilla creamer. Mhmm. Does the fact I don’t drink it black make me a weenie? If so, then I am okay with that. I would not like to put hair on my chest. Thank you.

Hard to believe in a matter of hours we will be flipping our Calendars over to April. I know I often mention how fast the time is going by, but I just can’t get over it! I don’t remember time going by so fast when I was but a young lassie. Does the older we get make it go faster? I am beginning to think so.
In 16 days I will hopefully be headed to California for a few days with my good friend Jess. We are going, to here check things out. I should rephrase that, I am checking things out, since she went there for two years. They are having a preview day where we’ll get shown around the campus and whatnot. A road trip is going to be awesome! And of course we’ll be going to the beach, and Disneyland! I am kind of ready for a mini vacation. It has been crazy around here as of late.

Well I do believe I shall give this sleep thing another try.

A Love

First day of Spring

Today, the Calender reads, "First Day of Spring" Wait, what is the weather doing outside, what is this white stuff we woke up too. Shouldn't there be greenry sprouting from the ground. Not this blanket of white stuff. Yesterday was 70 degree's. I walked outside, the skies were clear and blue. It was a moment where you felt like you should break into song and dance, and have people randomly come out of nowhere and join you. Or could that just maybe be me? It went from that too freezing cold weather, blowing snow, in just a matter of hours. Welcome to New Mexico.

Well, so far this week I have manged to drop and spill paint all over myself the WOOD floor at work.
It was incredibly smooth, and somewhat upsetting. But it came up easily!
I have been accused of being racist just because I didn't speak Spanish.
And I was almost attacked by a demented cat, the the middle of the night. I turn on my light, and there he is, up on all fours, yowling. He managed to pop the screen out of my window and was trying to crawl in! It proves my point that cats are made only of evil. My mom just says the poor thing was hungry, I'm thinking hungry for human flesh.


I leave you abruptly and with a couple more pictures.

A boy and his dog.

A boy and goat.

Just makes you say, awww doesn't it.

A Questionnaire of Sorts

I will be a good sport, Instead of being a party pooper and not playing along ((Don't think it didn't cross my mind))

So, the ABCs of yours truly.

A- Age: 18

B- Bed size: Queen

C- Chore you hate: Folding socks. And sweeping.

D- Dog's name: Maggie

E- Essential food/item: BEEF and ice cream.

F- Favorite color: Blue

G- Gold or silver: Silver

H- Height: 5'5

I- I am: a tiny little speck on the face of the earth

J- Job: Heidi the Hardware girl

K- Kids: nada

L- Living arrangements: with my parents. Turkey Track USA

M-Mom's name: Marquita.

N- Nickname: Smithy, Gator, Sunshine, and Speedy, and sometimes Sara Lou

O- Overnight hospital stay: never

P- Pet peeve: people who don't understand personal space, and gross chewing noises

Q- Quote from a movie: "Three days ago I loathed you. I used to dream about you getting hit by a cab." The Proposal.

R- Right or left handed: Right.

S- Siblings: Taylor, Jen, Nathan

T- Time you wake up: 6ish

U- Unique thing about your car: when the air conditioner is on, you have to keep it on high or else it starts to smell like a hot glue gun

V- Vegetable you hate: spinach

W- Ways you run late: its those super hero duties I have to attend too.

X- X-rays you've had: Teeth and chest

Y- Yummy food you make: ask my family?

Z- Zoo favorite: penguins! otters!

Scrambled up from a sleepy head

Last post reads...hm. February 6th? today is..March 6th? oh I am quite sure the date is incorrect. I really don't think it can't have been a whole month since I last showed my face, can it? No you, dear little computer must have mistaken.

Do I have an excuse for my absence?

My big toe was removed and replaced with my thumb. And I am just now learning to type without my thumb.

What do you mean that sounds preposterous!?

Maybe I'm just super busy..or lazy. Give me the worst blogger on the year award. I will showcase it with pride.

Now I'm in my awkward, I don't know what to say next, stage.

See I have three weaknesses in my writing. The first opening words, the transition to a different thought, and the closing lines. It is true, so that is why I usually end up sitting here awkwardly typing out meaningless ramblings, revealing my deepest darkest weaknesses. I hate being awkward! So let me just jump out there and say something.

I may be going to Scotland in August

-insert jumping up and down and squealing-

Whew, now I feel like the ice is broken. Even if that was the worst transition ever.

Scotland, to the Military Tattoo. Google it.

I love new places to discover.
Just don't be surprised if I don't come back!