18 hours.

The big day is tomorrow! It seems like it came up on me so fast, where did August go?

I had my last day at work Thursday. I was so blessed to have such a good job for so long. I started working there when I was 16! I was honestly really sad to leave, it'll probably be one of the best jobs I'll ever have. I learned about the difference between male and female plumbing parts, that there is a grade 8, 5, and 2 bolt, 8 being the strongest, that if you give a man too many choices they will stand there 20 minutes trying to decide which one to buy... ;] haha. I was really shy when I started working there, everyone likes to tell me how beat red I became whenever I had to go help customers...it was probably true! I didn't mind doing anything, but having to helping customers was my worst fear! I eventually got out of it though, and I could talk to just about everyone after that.

Friday I made a trip down to West Texas to visit my brother and his bride.
The drive really isn't bad, doesn't seem like it takes to long...but it is pretty ugly! My brothers country is real pretty, but after that is just uglier and uglier.
I kind of like to think of it as the armpit of Texas/New Mexico

It feels good crossing that state line!

And I really love that speed limit sign

It was a very nice weekend! We drove around Saturday morning, I got to see a little more of the country my brother takes care of.

Dinosaur footprint!

That afternoon we went swimming in one of the stock tanks with some of the guys he works with.

This is T&J's puppy Spur! He is quite the cutie, poor fella the guys threw him in the water.

That evening was a ranch party. I had a lot of fun, it was just a easy going fun weekend.
Sunday I made the treck back home.

I'm not much of a fan of that speed limit sign...

Yesterday I became dark headed.....

Let me give you my hair story....
About this time last year I got talked into getting highlights in my hair, so I got blond ones. Those started growing out and looking bad, and I didn't want to have them done again, so I thought I'd just have my hair colored back my original color....so I went to the hair twister, and she assured me it would be my original color, well it ended up being lighter and redder than my natural color. That started growing out and looking bad....so I got the bright idea to have my mom color it, and do it a little darker than my natural color, so then when it started growing out it at least wouldn't look as bad whenever it started growing out. So (I feel like I'm saying so a lot?) this is the hair I got. I turned out quite a bit darker than what it was supposed to be. I've actually secretly wanted to go a bit darker, but have never been brave enough. I'm not one of those girls that can do tons of things with their hair...I give those girls props, because I am not one of them at all. I've done more with my hair in the past year than I have done with it in my whole lifetime.

Well there you have it, the hair story.

I am now packed! Finally! I have packed, un-packed and re-packed about five times. I think I finally have it completed though now. Have I mentioned how I hate packing? I don't mind it so much for just a regular trip, but this a different ball game. I come back in December, so I have to pack warm stuff too. It is done though, and I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders.

I better go see to what I'm forgetting.

BIG news!

No, I'm not getting married.

BUT I am going back to Hungary!!!!! In fact this time next week I'll probably be somewhere over the big ole ocean blue.

It kind of happened fast, like just all in a matter of about three weeks. Just about that time ago I had not even close to the money I needed to go back, but the Lord just completely blew me away with His provision! I had to laugh, I remember my missions class teacher talking about how we're always so surprised when God goes over and beyond, and its like, why are we surprised? He's GOD, but we always still are, and I was. I was telling people I probably wasn't going back, and next thing I know I'm buying a plane ticket. I think I got a really good plane ticket as well. I'm actually getting to fly out of our 'local' town (its an hour away, but that is local for us) so we don't have the drive 3+ hours to go to a airport, and its a real small one so going through security and all that should be a breeze. Then I only have two stops after that, then Budapest!

That is kind of just a little update on what is going on in my life right now. I've had every intention of updating about it sooner, but I've just found myself staring at the big blank box with a blinking cursor...but there you have it! I'm going to go close these sleepy eyes of mine now!

I sometimes get weird blogging inspirations.

Firstly, before I get into anything else, I just finished watching the movie 127 Hours.

Oh.My.Word.

Needless to say, I am now watching Land Before Time.

I spent half the time wincing, grinding my teeth, and covering my eyes with my pillow… but then all of a sudden it’s done! and you feel relief wash over you. It is my own fault, I’ve wanted to see it and since I’m house/dog sitting this week I decided to rent and watch it. It is a good movie, I thought. It’s just very intense, people.

On the subject of movies... what I was going to talk about was something opposite of a movie like 127 Hours. Chick flicks actually. Weird? Yes. (hey, when blogging inspiration strikes I better grab it) You know though, those movies that always are so predictable, boy meets girls, they fall in love, something happens between them, but in the end they end up back together. It is where the guy tells the girls every single thing she wants to hear, he is sweet, charming, dashing good looks, the perfect guy. I really have to be real here, I’m not a huge expert on chick flicks, I mean I'm the one who picks out a movie about a guy having to cut his own arm off.

I was thinking about them the other day, and happened to discuss it with my sister, and thought about girls I have talked to, and it seems to me that chick flicks give girls and unrealistic expectations of guys. Now, I’m not like a crazy extremist or anything, and I’m not really saying they are bad. I myself really enjoy a couple, A Walk to Remember and the Notebook always gives me those warm fuzzies inside. BUT, I believe they have to be had in moderation. Maybe I’m being ridiculous, but hey it’s my blog I’m allowed. But I know it’s been true of me at least, you watch those kinds of movies and you have this wishful expectation of a guy that doesn’t even exist. Now, on the flipside of this, I’m not one of those girls that hates every guy in the whole world, is anti-guy, and thinks they are all a bunch of creeps and jerks. I personally think that is a silly attitude. I know several great gentleman, and some of those being members of my family. I just know that those kinds of movies portray these guys that really aren’t….normal.(maybe not everyone one, again I’m not an expert) I honestly feel sorry for some guys, there are these girls with all these expectations that no every day guy can fulfill. With that, let me say that I’m NOT saying that since there are no perfect guys out there, that that means you can just settle for any ole guy…I’m all for being picky. By all means, look for your Mr Darcy…or whoever. Just don’t expect him to be perfect, and to always do just the right thing to you, tell what you always want to hear. Give the poor guys a break, I’ve been friends with guys and they just tend to be clueless… :] I think it can be the same way in books, and that is probably more for me than anything. I love to read, not that I read ‘romance novels’ but it doesn’t really matter if it is a murder/mystery, or whatever you are going to have some romance. Anyway, I know most of yall out there are married ladies, but this was just something I was thinking about the other day.

Again, I’m not saying go into your movie cabinet and chunk out all your chick flicks, it is just something to think about I guess. I mean, I may not be the best to listen to…I mean, as I mentioned I do watch movies about a guy who has to cut his arm off and all.

Ha.

Speaking all of these such things, as I mentioned before I’m house/dog sitting…and you know the more I do it, the more I realize how much I just do not want to live alone. Coming back to an empty house gets old, and boring. At least I have Nelly to keep me company…she is always super ecstatic to see me when I walk in the door. Don’t even get me started on cooking for myself, I. hate. It. I haven’t really learned the art of it I guess, I cook something and make myself enough to last me a week. So I really eat lots of corn dogs…grilled cheese…PB&J, oh and pickles. Does anyone feel sorry for me yet?

Well, these are my Monday night blunderings. I think I’ll finish Land before Time now…I should probably proof read this before I post it…but, I never do…so why start now? Yall just get the raw copy dontcha know.

Wedding fever?

Is there even such a thing as wedding fever? I think there has to be, unless there is another name for it. It's like, baby fever you know.

I have to be honest, dig deep down in my depths and share that I, Sara, have wedding fever. Thanks to my brother’s wedding this past Friday, and well, everyone else’s wedding. I feel like everyone and their dog is getting married…maybe not their dog, that is silly, but you get my point, yes? I know I’m being overly dramatic…but I did find myself standing there Friday wishfully wishing it was my own wedding.

Enough about my wedding fever. My brother’s wedding was so nice, the weather was perfect, and both the bride and groom looked amazing. It was just a small family wedding, on the ranch where my brother works.

I’m proud of them, and honestly it is still so crazy to me that my big brother is married!

I think they make quite the handsome couple!