ShareI’m funny. Yup, you heard me. Yes, you may laugh. I’m funny. I’m so funny that I make other people cry. Happy tears. I also give them cramps. No, not those cramps. I said I was funny…not a bitch like Mother Nature. I give the laugh-so-hard-you-split-your-side type of cramps. Wanna know a secret? I forgot…
Author Archives: Sara
Bitch, Stole My Babysitter
ShareThere are few things that we are protective of as women and mothers. We’re protective of our children, our spouses, our homes, our cars. So many of us become mama bears when any of these things are even approached by others looking to steal the love, the good, the support, the time of these items….
I Need Some Jeans Men
ShareI’ve decided that I need as many men as I have jeans. I need a man pair of jeans for each mood. I need a man pair of jeans for each season. I need a man pair of jeans for each look. Shoot, I’ll just say it how it is…I wear a man pair of…
Monologue of an Almost Four Year Old
ShareIt’s been one of those days. You know those days where you love your children yet wonder how you’re going to survive the life sentence of parenthood? Those days where if another scream, argument, whine, or just another person climbing on you will just about throw you over the edge (Sorry Hubs, consider yourself warned…
You Got Me, Mommy.
ShareLately I’ve been having an internal struggle with spirituality. My life has been in chaos (or at least seems that way to me) and I can never seem to get a grip on things around me. As soon as I figure it out it all starts to fall out of balance again. So when I…
Wussifying
ShareOh yes, I said it. Wussify. I’ve always wanted to make a word that sounded cool, but totally wasn’t and I’ve made it. Right there. Right now. Wussify. You know you’re jealous. According to Sarapedia: Wussify: the process of making our children spineless little gremlins that lack self control and the ability to have empathy….
Something’s Gotta Change
Share This week we’d like you to write about a moment in your life when you knew something had to change drastically. Really explore the moment. She laid in bed yet again. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe. Her head pounded. She fell asleep. “Sara, wake up.” She laid in bed. She couldn’t move. She…
False Impressions
Share Whenever people meet me they get an impression. What type of impression you ask? I’d like to know, too. It seems that after I’ve spent time with someone and we’ve established some sort of relationship people will inevitably tell me the same thing… You’re not at all how I thought you would be. I…
When Something Crawled Up and Died
ShareCLANG! “Fireman…stop it. I’m almost done,” I say as I sift through Target’s belts. I’m searching for a wide brown belt that will go perfectly with that new orange and red dress I have sitting in my cart’s basket. “Mooooom, it’s bells. Listen!” “Not right now.” CLING! B starts to laugh at his brother’s antics….
