THE most exciting day ever.

A break down of my day:

5:30 am - hit the snooze button
5:40 am - hit the snooze button - repeat until 6:15.
6:15 am - jump out of bed and throw on dirty clothes. no time for a shower. race out the door.
7:05 am - arrive to work 5 minutes late. make iced tea and try to stay awake by messing around on the computer and reading the newspaper.
8:30 am - boys wake up. Me: "Good morning!!!" Boys: (silence) Me: "How are you guys?" Boys: (glaring, plus more silence.)
9:00 am - learn that my favorite chicken recently got "thrown into the pot" as Gabe so kindly puts it.
9:05 am - Gabe after beating me at chess: "Stick that in your check book and cash it!" Haha.
10:00 am - fishing
11:00 am - fishing
12:00 pm - fishing Me: "Hey boys, you about done fishing?" Boys: "What??!!!"
1:00- 3:00 pm - you guessed it....still fishing. I spend this time reading Fitness, doing crunches, or texting Matt. Sometimes I hang over the dock looking for large mouth bass. (Like I'd know what they look like anyway.)
3:20 pm - Me: "Ok boys, time to go." Boys: "----"
4:00 pm - FINALLY arrive home. Reading and practicing violin.
5:00 pm - leave. Off to rock climbing for the evening. What a day.

Sister, Sister

Ever watch that show? I used to love it.

I'm an only child, so when I was little my imaginary friends were always make-believe siblings. (And sometimes Jordan from New Kids on the Block was my imaginary boyfriend, but that's a whole 'nother story....) Mostly I played with my imaginary sisters, Tarah and Cara. (I know, clever names, right? What were my imaginary parents thinking....)

When I got married, I inherited some wonderful pseudo-siblings. I was so excited to finally have brothers and sisters (the REAL kind.) But I must say, we couldn't be more different.

I found this on my Facebook from my sister-in-law this morning:

"Hey there! Miss you too. I'm not to sure how to get around on Facebook yet, so sorry it took me so long to say hey back. Going Huckleberry picking tonight. Wish you guys could come w/. I'm also canning up cherry pie filling today. I think that I'll get about 10 quarts put up. It takes forever to pit them all, but... it will be nice this winter when I can't get them. Love and miss you hope all is well for you talk later...."


I h0pe she doesn't mind that I posted that. :) But seriously, I've never baked a pie in my life, let alone CANNED the filling. It amazes me.

Sarah, Sarah, Sarah

Oh man, I normally don't waste my time on stuff like this, but I found this on someone else's blog and thought it was pretty entertaining.

1. Type in “[your name] needs” in the Google search:
"Sarah needs a cold shower..." hmmmm.....

2: Type in “[your name] looks like” in Google search:
"Sarah looks like a horse." What's funny is that I have been told so many times that I have horse teeth. :(

3: Type in “[your name] does” in Google search:
"Sarah does Smile." ??

4: Type in “[your name] hates” in Google search:
"Sarah hates your movie." Probably true.

5: Type in “[your name] goes to” in Google search:
"Sarah goes to Deutschland."

6: Type in “[your name] loves” in Google search:
"Sarah loves dad Infant Bodysuit." Wha????

7: Type in “[your name] eats” in Google search:
"Sarah eats the cake." No...I hate cake.

8: Type in “[your name] has” in Google search:
"Sarah has a mommy and a daddy." awwww.....

9: Type in “[your name] will” in Google search:
"Sarah will call you fat to your face." Not true, not true.

Alicia + Kyle = wedding

I was in a wedding this past weekend that was for sure one of the best weddings I've ever been to. Not only was the wedding great, but the bridesmaids (plus one bridesman) and groomsmen were super fun. I spent about a week with most of them, and I was so sad when they all went back to Bellingham and Seattle on Sunday.

The days before the wedding were spent making tiny little cupcakes and swimming in the pool. We also ate...and ate...and ate some more....which is one of my favorite things to do.

Also, I was delegated to give the speech...so here is the poem I wrote:

I remember meeting you, along with your birds,
At that time we were both sort of nerds.
Since then I've watched you change, I've watched you grow,
Into a spirited young lady and a teaching pro. (She teaches at a French school.)

Most would describe you as vivacious and fun,
But of the words that come to my mind there's especially one,
That describes you exactly, perfectly, to a T...
The word that truly describes you is unique.

Unique sense of humor,
Unique laugh and HUGE smile, (seriously, it's big...)
Unique love of French things,
And a unique husband...named Kyle.

Together you two are such a unique pair,
Him with his wolf shirts and a rat tail for hair,
You were destined for each other,
You were "meant be...."
So here's to you, Alicia and Kyle,
Forever married happily.

The end.

(They ordered personalized M&M's that were supposed to say "Alicia and Kyle, Meant to Be"....instead they said "Alicia and Kyle, Meant Be." Hahaha. I thought it was hysterical.)
So here are a few pictures that I gathered from the event. Hopefully I can find more and post them...we had so much fun.

We took the Bellingham-ians to "the biggest sundaes in the WORLD!" That's what Alicia said at least. Bridesman and bridesmaid.



Me, Stephanie, Caitrin, Bubbles.

D. Stone and Caitrin

P.S. Matt hitchhiked to the wedding. I was so proud.

Scooter-O-Rama

Yesterday, Matt and I opted out of going to a swing dance because we were both tired and wanted to spend some time alone. So, we decided to take our scooter into Spokane. This is the story of the adventure that ensued while on our beautiful mint green scooter.

First of all, you have to know that when we're on the scooter, we definitely draw attention to ourselves. I'm not sure if it's the fact that there are two of us on a tiny scooter, or the fact that the scooter is a retro green color...but we have people honking at us constantly.

So, as we're driving down Hwy 53 yesterday evening, waving at the people who are honking at us, our scooter starts to sputter....and we quickly realize that we have run out of gas. We decide to walk our little scooter back about a mile to the nearest gas station...holding our heads down the whole way there as the people passing very obviously laugh and point at us.

On to adventure number 2. We took Pines from 53 down to Sprague. If you've never driven all the way down Sprague, you are truly missing out. Sprague is like the Oakland of Spokane. I can't be positive, but I think I counted 3 prostitutes during our journey over....and that was at 6:00 in the evening. We followed Sprague all the way to downtown, and then parked next to Sushi.com for some dinner.

After dinner, we drove the scooter down to Manito Park and the Browne's Addition area. The houses up there are incredible!

Around 8:30, we decide to head home. And here's where the real excitement begins.

When we're on the scooter, I always sit on the back, and I usually grab the sides of Matt's shirt for stability. So as I'm sitting there with Matt's shirt clutched between my fingers, I get this great idea....I decide to try to flash the people sitting at the upcoming bus stop by pulling Matt's shirt up as we pass them. Now, I knew that if I tried to pull Matt's shirt up he would probably try to block my attempt, exposing only his hairy stomach. I wanted to make sure that I could get his shirt all the way up to his arm pits, exposing all his glory. So I begin to roll up the edges of his shirt, grabbing as much of the fabric as I can fit into my hands. As we approach the four men at the bus stop I throw Matt's shirt up and and yell "woo-hoo!" at the top of my lungs.

My husband is definitely not embarassed easily, but I thought this might just be the thing to embarass him...at least a little bit. Well I was wrong. Instead of trying to block my arms, or trying to pull his shirt back down, Matt sticks his chest out proudly, shakes his man-boobs, and yells "yee-haw!" as we pass the bus stop, receiving some very confused looks from the onlookers waiting for the bus.

And that is why I love my husband.

The end.

FYI

I just re-read my last blog and found the word "lot's." It's driving me nuts, so I just wanted to let everyone know that i can spell lots...without the apostrophe.

Thank you.

Safe?

Yesterday was a tough day...God has been taking me through some things lately that have really opened my eyes to who I am. And right now, I'm not liking what I'm finding out. I know that I'm growing, but geeze, it's tough.

For a long time I've prided myself on being a driven and independent woman. I've always sort of done my own thing. I don't rely on other people to take care of me, or to make my decisions, or to tell me what to think or how to act. I figure those things out myself. I've always been proud of the fact that I am not afraid to take chances, and that if I put my mind to something I often achieve it. I set goals and I reach them.

Anyone notice how many I's were in the above paragraph? And that's exactly where the problem lies. I've realized that I am no different in my relationship with God. God can be my "friend," but as far as letting him make the decisions, or helping me achieve my goals, (which, once again, are MY goals, not His,) or shaping the way I think and act, or relying on him for help....well, I've sort of said "thanks but no thanks."

Now don't get me wrong, I know God has made me to be an independent thinker, and to be driven, etc...those things can certainly be used for His glory. But right now, my pride isn't allowing for that.

Last week, I prayed that God would break me...truly break me, and rebuild my heart. I knew he'd answer this, but I didn't know how, and honestly, I've been pretty nervous. Lot's has been going on since then, and I've had such a hard time trusting that God is going to work it all out.

Then yesterday, I had someone ask me to pray for them....and my first thought was, "Well, Ok, but you just need to do it...be driven and figure it out." And I think that's how I've viewed my relationship with God for a while. Sort of a "pull yourself up by your own bootstraps" mentality.

So, right now, I'm re-learning how to truly depend on Jesus. I know in my head that he is trustworthy, that he is good. But now I need that knowledge to transform my heart.

This quote from C.S. Lewis has totally taken on new meaning for me lately:

"Safe?... Who said anything about safe? 'Course he isn't safe. but he's good. He's the King, I tell you."