Confetti and piñatas

Today is my super special day and for some reason I just can't get all jazzed up. I could list pages and pages with sob stories and guilt trips, but what is the point… seriously… I feel like such a cry baby… gah… It is just another day… much like yesterday and tomorrow. We aren't doing anything. It is honestly no big deal. Sometimes when you're learning to be a grown up you have to give up certain childhood events, like confetti and piñatas.

"You are becoming what you already are" has been on my mind for the last few weeks. A fortune from a cookie my freshman year of high school. Funny how I remember, it must have had an impact of some sort. What do you make of it?

Geez I am starting to feel old. I had a list of things I wanted to do before I am 25. One more year till the deadline and have only accomplished one thing. Maybe I should scratch the list completely, or push the deadline back a few years.

Daniel and I are going to start looking at apartments. We REALLY do NOT want to rent again, but some things are inevitable. Maybe its karma for all the mean things I do to the people I can't stand… like my brother in laws girlfriend… being evil does feel so good though… (Snickers and laughs)….Having an accomplices makes it much more exciting, you can share the joy of what you sow… I miss you Amykins lala…

Ok so I should get ready for work… xoxoxoxoxoxo

target practice---aiming for your face---

Things I don't understand

Corduroy Pants and the color 'mustard' yellow.

Something from the pit of hell must possess a person who chooses to wear blue corduroy pants and a yellow mustard tube top. It is wrong on several different levels. Don't do it! If you choose to sport this attire, I will kick you in the shin!

Constant victims and people who look for permission.

I don't come to you and confess my every sin. I don't ask you for permission to do things that might make my conscious weary. When all is said and done, when all that's left is a single "amen", THEN spill your guts out to the big guy… now leave me alone!

Slackers and Overachievers

Do your job and don't make more work for me! Remember, do just your job. Don't make me look bad by doing my jobs as well.

Sunny Delight

This is NOT orange juice. It has the same about of sugar as soda pop.

People who don't wash their hands after they use the restroom.

This is gross! Plain and simple! I live with a pair who (not only have no bathroom etiquette) spread their nasty germs all over the house by not washing their hands. They wonder why I hate them… common sense here people… COME ON! If you subject me to your diseases and germs, then OF COURSE I am going to throw things at your and laugh at your lameness!

Grown men still obsessed with Marvel Comics.

Typically these men have higher IQ's then the general public, but lack the ability to socialize. Again… common sense would fix their problem of "feeling alone". Put down the comic, sell it on EBay. Buy a new wardrobe (not consisting of Aqua Teen Hunger Force tee's or band shirts from Hot Topic {just don't purchase any clothing from Hot Topic, your not cool enough to pull it off yet}), take a shower (greasy long hair wasn't attractive in the past and it is still considered tacky) and hit the sports bar.

This will save you pain and heartache in the future (when you end up married to that girl). She won't let you wear that shirt in public (she will more than likely burn it). Your comic books and/or action figures will end up in a box marked 'free' in the garage sell… so give yourself a head start and GROW UP!

God

This one is pretty much self explanatory.

Pretty much that is all for now…

sitting on the park bench...spitting out pieces of his {her} broken luck

Finally, a beautiful day here in this uncultivated wasteland. The weather is overcast and chilly. A mirror image of my heart. Spats of rainwater trickle down and lightly cover the dust. Much like my tears, which seem to be in abundance these days.

I have lost my smile. I am desperate for it, so if you find it I will pay a great reward. Name your price.

Have I sold out?

Or am I just complete aware of my true self? Masks destroyed and now face to face with my soul. She scares me.

I don't know how to be Sarah May. She is too strong. She is too certain. She is too powerful. It is much easier to let those childhood influences of my past rule over my every though, my every breath. I am paralyzed, afraid of decisions Tell me what to do. I feel lost.

I am tired. Even the toughest get weary. What was Gods point in making me shoulders big enough for the weight of the world, but not strong enough to take care of myself? I have advice for everyone else. I can fix any problem. I can hold you for days while you cry. I will stand up for you and fight your battles. Yet, I can't even mend my own heart. I can't carry myself day to day. I don't have the strength to breathe.

I disabled the kudos and comments because I already know what y'all will say...

"Give it to God"

It is much easier to say then actually do... end of story...

So... it doesn't look like we are going to be getting that house I mentioned in my previous blog. Technicalities suck. We can keep living at Daniel's parent's home till we find something else. His parents are fine with it. I just worry about the safety of a certain pair of Neanderthals... I foresee me ripping heads off and biting off fingers...

Yes I am bitter and hostel... and no, Rob, I don't hate you... still... sorry you are one of my favorites, get over it...

Praise God for pain killers in a small plastic bottle...

Chug the hand sanitizer... cleans your soul...

So... I am in a bad mood... Its been that way for a few weeks now... so if I haven't talked to you, that is why. I do love you; it's just that I love you so much I don't want you to get hurt. If I have been talking to you, then I trust you to bite back when I bite and keep me in line.

Yesterday was Daniel and mine one year wedding anniversary. The day was full of many mixed emotions. It didn't feel like a wedding anniversary. Maybe I just didn't want it to be. No longer the newlyweds, its old news. Living with the in-laws, and having to share a bathroom with two Neanderthals who pee on the toilet seat. My life sucks at this moment in time. I am content complaining... things will change very soon. It's a fact...

So we got the "go" on the building of our new house... that's right... NEW HOUSE! We get to pick out everything, and it is just going to be dandy! It should be done by this summer... I will email y'all details for a slumber party... jkjkjk... But Daniel and I are super excited...

So... other than that, life is rather dull... and I am already bored of this blog... so stop staring at me, leave a comment and then text me cause I am at work and bored... I promise I won't rip your head off...

como estas? and taco bell?

That is about the extent of my bilingual abilities...

I have never felt so out of place, as I did last night. I went shopping at the mall. Seriously, I was the only not Hispanic person in the mall. Every store I went into, every cashier, every fitting room attendant and every girl working the jewelry counter knew not a single English word. I am being completely honest here. I started getting annoyed!

Then...

I went to get my haircut. A nice gentleman motioned for me to sit at his booth. So I walk over and sit down. I smile and start making small talk. Asking him how he was, and how his day had been so far. He just smiles and nods then starts cutting my hair. I stop him, and say "don't you want to know what I want done?" He smiles and nods some more and keeps cutting. So I tell him anyway... "Short, but not extremely short, wispy, sexy rockstarish... you know... just cute... same thing I have, but shorter..." and he just stares at me... so then I ask, "do you speak English?" and he says "English?" and shakes his head no.

ACK! In my personal opinion... If you work with the public you should be able to converse in the nations dialect.

So... with that... I say...

Dear Santa,

I have been very good this year... I am sure you already know this. I know how you and Jesus share and compare notes... you sly dog... Anywise... For Christmas this year I would like a "Learn Spanish" cassette tape.

You're Biggest Fan,

Sarah Whipple