30 Days of Blogging…Day 13…

Sara
Winnie the Pooh

30 Days of Blogging… Day 13: A Fictional Book… Again with the questionable wording here. To me this suggests you’re supposed to name a fake book. In that case, “Sara’s Guide to Maiming Complete and Utter MORONS.” But I’m thinking the creator of this little meme was looking for an actual work of fiction. (And we’ll revisit this brilliance again tomorrow.) So I’m going to run with that. The Complete Tales of Winnie the Pooh… Keep reading…30 Days of Blogging…Day 13…

30 Days of Blogging…Day 12…

Sara

30 Days of Blogging… Day 12: Something You are OCD Obsessive About… Correcting questionable meme wording. I hate it when people claim to be “OCD” about things when they don’t actually have OCD. If I had OCD, I would probably find it a little offensive to hear people throw the term around so freely. Much like when I hear people throw around the phrase “I’m really ADD about…” I find it incredibly irritating. Being that… Keep reading…30 Days of Blogging…Day 12…

Blink…blink…

Sara
say what?

I got about three hours of sleep, woke up and stared at the clock for over an hour willing myself to go back to sleep, or at least stay in bed. And then I got up. Because tonight, the gears were turning. The gears are always turning, but tonight they were in overdrive. Serious overdrive. I’m mostly churning on writing ideas, but there has been a lot of random…bwuh?…thrown in for good measure. This is… Keep reading…Blink…blink…

30 Days of Blogging…Day 10…

Sara
Sara ala 2001

30 Days of Blogging… Day 10: A Photo Taken Over 10 Years Ago of You… This picture isn’t quite over ten years old, but it’s the best I can do right now. Any pictures of me taken over ten years ago would be at my parents’ house and I’m not exactly timely at getting there to visit because I am a terrible daughter. This one was taken in 2001, so I think nine years ago… Keep reading…30 Days of Blogging…Day 10…

Twenty-Eight…

Sara

I never imagined myself marrying a younger man. (For a lot of years I never imagined myself getting married but that’s a story for a different day.) Boys mature so much slower than girls. Why would I want to be with someone younger than me? Then I met Bob. Granted the very first picture I saw of him I thought he was fifteen and not twenty-five. My initial instinct was to panic—he’s three years younger… Keep reading…Twenty-Eight…