Some people ask for a Kleenex when they sneeze, Chuck Norris asks for a body bag.
Chuck Norris does not style his hair. It lays perfectly in place out of sheer terror.
Chuck Norris doesn't churn butter. He roundhouse kicks the cows and the butter comes straight out.
When Bruce Banner gets mad, he turns into the Hulk. When the Hulk gets mad, he turns into Chuck Norris.
If at first you don't succeed, you're not Chuck Norris.

Love After Love

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

Derek Walcott

i was sitting in borders (as i often do) sipping, smelling, listening, enjoying, and relaxing (as i often do) and i found this poem on the beginning pages of The Time Travelers Wife.
this poem speaks "sarah", anyhow, it spoke to me.
No, i'm not going through any tramautic heart break, i actually don't have desperate notes on my book shelf.
and i'm actually in a very happy relationship
but,
i am learning to be me, what makes me happy, how to choose happy despite the things that make me sad, what i want and how i can get it. I'm dreaming my life.
i'm done with this whole lending hearts gig.
you know the whole "you have stolen my heart" thing?
really?
Dear Dashboard confessional,
your lyrics stink.
love,
me
how about a happy, building, enjoying, contentmet filled relationship?
instead of needing, pulling, discontentment filled relationship?
you know what? nobody can fill you up, complete you, or make you perfectly happy other than you.
i'm sarah, i'm me, and i'm ready to be a happy individual :)
with or without you
(but hopefully with)

this poem goes right in the genre of Shel Silversteins brilliant book The Missing Peice Meets The Big O.
becky introduced me to this book, so thanks. and somebody probably introduced becky to this book, so thanks to you too. and Shel Silverstein wrote this book, so i'll thank him as well.
to read it
click this
it's about being a happy complete person, A complete O with no missing pieces happily bouncing through life.

Goal: be a big O

a relationship can eat you up and make you empty and without self. or you can build yourself into a beautiful person and help each other reach great heights.


so.. this is my mentality.
and i like it :)

the end.

so remember how i was sick?

friday my dear friends came and visited me.

i was a unhappy lonely person and they all showed up on my front door

we made a dragon on the light bright.

and chelsea brought cough drops.

mhmm :)

thank you very much friends.

it ment a lot to me.

and instead of feeling like a lonely loser i felt loved.

yesterday i woke up feeling chipper.

i made jenna and i breakfast

super healthy oatmeal with flax, salba, raw milk, raw coconut, cinnamon, and vanilla.

1/2 a banana

2 strawberries

and a raspberry.

mhmm.

i then did all my cleaning

main bathroom downstairs bathroom family room bedroom and more

mhmm.

and put all my laundry away.

mhmm :)

and then i did a bunch of homework.

mhmmm.

and then i bought 500 days of Summer at costco (for thirteen bucks!!)

mhmm.

then i watched it with mike, and we laughed a lot.

mhmm :)

then i got sick and threw up.

:(

we already talked about how my body has been a ball of unhealthy lately.

well yaaa.

i crashed on his couch all evening throwing up occasionally.

and he would just hold my hair back, rub my back, and scrub my throw up pan clean.

and got me everything a sick person could want... plus the kitchen sink.

and he drove me home.

and he put a beatles cd on during the ride cause he knows how much i like them.

and wow

i feel bad he got stuck scrubbing puke on a saturday night.. didn't see that one coming.

but i've never seen somebody so willing, so thank you

i felt thoroughly taken care of. i love him.

today i drew a psychedelic apple.

and had a wondrous visit from lya.

lya-

"if i were a utensil i'd be a spoon.. cause their always serving people"

:)

and i made progress in project "make new friends"

:) mhmm.

oh and i mustent forget, we made bran muffins!

beautiful ones.

so i took a picture

mhmm :)

any

time

now

spring.

:)

Disclaimer:

this post get up and personal in sarahs psych. consider yourself warned.

Dear body,

i solemnly vow to take care of you till death do us part.

and i sincerely apologize for any wrong doing thus far.

forgive me?

love,

sarah

R&R

today i stayed home

from all stressful callings such as school and took care of my body

it's friday

and it's been a long week.

my body is having a hard time due to high stress, lack of nutrition, sleep, and tlc.

resulting in infections, swollen lymph nodes, perpetual head aches, and one of those lung launching coughs. we won't even go into digestion.

last night i fell asleep in between jenna and risa. being close to people who care about you is in fact, healing.

i slept in.

till around eleven when adam and kala came in with chicken noodle soup on a silver plater.

we then watched Kate and Leopold.

(Hoorah for Hugh Jackman :))

after that i took all the sorts of things i think my body appreciates.

such as

vitamin c

D3

comfortone

enzymes

floradex

mineral essence

cod liver oil

super greens

& lots of water.

then jenna set up a romantic bath for me.

(bless her)

if you don't know what a romantic bath is it's time you learn.

picture this

you step into a candle lit oasis wrapped in a white plushy towl

you let it drop to the floor

there is soft piano music playing and white delicate flowers are everywhere

the candle light is dancing along the walls as you slip into a warm blanket of water.

you melt.

tension dissolves.

There's a cool cloth next to the tub to put on your forehead and you just breath as you let your hands slide over the water.

(true medicine)

healing-

whilst in my tub

i looked down at myself and i felt love.

yes, i've hated my body. for not being the "perfect shape"

but today i took a step in the right direction.

i aprreciated my body for carrying me this far and for always doing it's best.

and i guess that's why they call these "romantic" baths.

dear body,

i'm excited to let you carry me through the rest of our life and i got a feeling our relationship is going to become much healthier.

i love you.

so i rang the little silver bell on the side of the bath tub and asked jenna to please bring me paper and a pen so i could write this down.

cause it's a special moment i don't want to forget.

I guess when you think about it.. the best things in life seem like magic.. music.. laughin.. fallin in love

That's from All Shook Up, the play that kare bear starred in. loved it.

dear music,

thank you for helping find the things to be happy about even when i have downer nights where my head isn't screwed on straight.

last night i'm all blaahh and now i'm dancing around the house with addy singing to elvis.

some would call it moody, but i'm just happy i found happy. and really, who has monotone moods?

as of late

it snowed a lot

addy didn't like it..

and neither did i...

okay.. maybe she did.

but she's a creep

and awkward things happen

that i probably shouldn't blog about because who knows who reads this

but i will anyways

i ran into not 1 but 2 of my mr. chamberlains x's this week.and both times i was wearing slightly ridiculous outfits and feeling rather self concious.

:( i guess those awkward kind of things just happen, and it wasn't bad cause of anything anybody did. just weird.

moving on.

jenna's surprise birthday party

we hid in the basement and did glow in the dark stick figures!

i'm so happy it all worked :)

she didn't suspect A thing.

and we did a krispy kreme cake... nicknamed the "lady gaga cake" by jason haha.

I love my Jenna so much

and for laughs: i walk out the back door holding my nikon and i see this:
Dad's chasing addy around jenna with a spear.

the moon