tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55293228081905876722024-03-19T07:52:53.739-05:00Peace, Love, & Sweet TeaSarah Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06510200952069453808noreply@blogger.comBlogger293125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529322808190587672.post-23896030705270285682013-04-09T09:55:00.000-05:002013-04-09T09:55:23.491-05:00did ya miss me?<center>
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Has it really been 2 whole months since I've posted anything? </center>
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To say I left this blog on a negative Nancy note is an understatement. Last time you heard from me I had just quit my job. Great time to go MIA, right?</center>
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Well as you now know, I did not run to the highest building and jump... although I wanted to.... Let me give you a little run down on things in my world as of late.</center>
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Tuesday February 5th I decided to go substitute at a Charter Elementary/Middle school. When I got to the school, I discovered that my assignment was for the music class. </center>
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I loved it.</center>
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So I did my job for the day and went to go sign out when I was met by teachers in the front office telling me what positive things their students had to say about me.</center>
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If I ever needed positive feedback, it was then.</center>
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I said thank you and they took my phone number to call if they ever needed a sub.</center>
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Wednesday February 6th I get a call from the principal asking if I'd be interested in a long term sub position in a 3rd grade class.</center>
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I wanted to scream "DUHHHHHH".</center>
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Monday February 11th I started a 5 week long term sub assignment.</center>
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My assignment ended and instead of saying "see ya later" they said "how about we hire you as a dedicated sub".</center>
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So here I am. I report to the school every day and they place me in a class that needs a substitute. </center>
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I love it because I've gotten to know almost all of the kids here.</center>
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But ya'll... it gets better.</center>
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Yesterday I interviewed for a Kindergarten position that will be open at this school for next year! </center>
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I should find out the results next week, but even if I don't get it, I'll still be working for this school!</center>
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If I hadn't quit on that Monday and took a sub position on Tuesday, I wouldn't be where I am right now writing this post.</center>
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Oh yeah, John and I also moved into our house this past weekend!</center>
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I'm going to try try try to get back into the swing of blogging! </center>
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Sarah Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06510200952069453808noreply@blogger.com39tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529322808190587672.post-30457523706001720242013-02-04T15:06:00.000-06:002013-02-04T15:06:05.933-06:00Over when it's over<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm here today with mixed emotions. </center>
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Mixed because I finally feel a sense of relief that I've been searching for the past month. I also feel like a disappointment to my family and myself. </center>
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Today I quit my job. </center>
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I don't want to go deep into it because one, I don't want to relive another second of this job, and second because I'm not going to ramble on about the list of things that piled on top of each other leading to the inevitable.</center>
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I knew it was time to cut ties when this job was effecting my day to day life. I knew with this position, time with John and I would be cut down. </center>
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Thats fine...absence makes the heart grow fonder, right?</center>
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Well when the few hours a night I was able to spend with him were spent being in a horrible mood from the work day, the heart was growing the opposite of fond.</center>
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It all came to a head today when certain things happened that led to me feeling more unappreciated than I have ever felt in the past.</center>
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So I called my mom, dad, and John and told them what I felt.</center>
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John told me to stick it out, tell the board members, and see what happened.</center>
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Momma told me to do what I felt was best.</center>
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and Greg (my dad) told me to say some words I cant repeat here, flip 'em the bird, and head on home.</center>
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So I went with the more PG version of what he suggested, packed my things, said goodbye to the ones I needed to, and peaced out.</center>
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I guess what I'm saying with all of this is sometimes its okay to give up on something.</center>
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A job is just that, a job.</center>
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It's not your life... and when it starts effecting your life in a negative way, it's time to let it go.</center>
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and also I want to pursue my lifes true passion of being a super bowl sign language guy.</center>
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Thank you for having a concert for me and John last night. I didn't realize you were also inviting 500 other people...but whatevs. You were awesome as always, don't ever change.</center>
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Dear Tierra's Eyebrow...</center>
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You are the sassiest brow on the block. The way you hang out up there... you're almost acquaintances with your upstairs neighbor the Hairline. You're so popular that you have your own <a href="https://twitter.com/TierrasEyebrow">twitter page</a>. Keep doing you, sassy! We wouldn't know the emotions of Tierrable the great without you. </center>
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Dear Super Bowl 47...</center>
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I don't really care about you this year. Ravens... 49ers... eh whatever. Can we all focus on the more important Puppy Bowl over here?</center>
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Dear Beyonce...</center>
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I don't understand why people like you. </center>
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Get over yourself Bey. </center>
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Dear Bangs...</center>
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You sure are having a moment aren't you? Between Mobama, and Swifty, you've decided to make 2013 your year. I like to say I'm the only child who made it out of the 90's without bangs... shout out to momma bear for that one. 'preciate it moms.</center>
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Because it totally feels like it with the way things have been going.</center>
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All of my tires decided to go flat this morning.</center>
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Also, I have to get my car inspected today because it's the last day of the month. Can I just say that, being from Arkansas where they somehow found a way to not make you waste your time doing something pointless like getting your car inspected, have never done this before?!</center>
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I totally didn't realize that I needed to do this until Today... the last day of the month.</center>
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So on my lunch break, I take Tiffany (thats my car's name, keep up) to the place to get her inspected and they ask me for my proof of insurance.</center>
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Sure, I have that..... except I didn't have that.</center>
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Turns out the insurance card that was in my car expired YESTERDAY and the new one.. the one I got weeks ago and forgot to put in my car.. is sitting it's pretty little self on my desk at home. </center>
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Usually, this wouldn't be a big deal, except for the fact that I work until 6, don't get home until 6:30 and all car inspection places are closed by then.</center>
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I call my boss, explain the sitch, he lets me work from home the rest of the day and take care of business.</center>
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Now Tiffany is all good, I'm sitting on my couch answering emails and catching up on DVR with my puppy dog. </center>
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But what am I saying? This day can't be bad because I will be seeing my favorites ever, Eli Young Band tonight at the House of Blues!!</center>
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You may have seen them on an episode of this season of The Bachelor.</center>
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It's Wednesday, so I hope you're all doin the Humpty Hump because there's only two more days until the weeeeeekeeeeend!</center>
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So if you were here Monday, you know that my house is comin' right along!</center>
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I have been getting so many great decorating ideas from Pinterest that my house will either look like a dream, or look like Pinterest threw up all over it.</center>
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Most of my free time is spent watching my dog walk in circles, watching him fail miserably at being the 'dog park rapist' and picking up his human sized 'presents'...ifyouknowwhatimean.</center>
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What. A. Babe.</center>
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Some people don't understand the love I have for my dogs. </center>
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After several years of pure unadulterated people watching, I've learned a lot about myself, about 'dog people' in general, and about people I don't associate with known as 'not dog people'. </center>
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1. If you wear white to a dog park and a friendly dog jumps on you to do nothing other than reward you with kisses and say 'hello' and you scream and yell because "This is Ed Hardy!!!"... probably rethink your life decisions.</center>
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2. When talking to your dog, (let that sink in) it may be difficult to go an entire sentence without saying 'baby boy' or 'handsome man' or 'pretty pretty princess'... so I've heard. </center>
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3. If you're a grown man and you're walking around with a dog that weighs less than the burger you just ate... I want to be best friends with you. You're either a very secure man, or gay. And I'd love to hang out regardless. </center>
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4. I've seen two very logical looking adults jump into the Houston Bayou because they weren't sure if their Portugese Water Dog knew how to swim. </center>
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ps. I would like everyone to know that I did control my laughter when I asked them what kind of dog they had after they came crawling out of the Bayou and they said "Portugese Water Dog"... I mean, really?</center>
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pps. the dog did, in fact, know how to swim.</center>
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ppps (too much?). You may also recognize this type of dog as the Bo Obama (or Bobama as I like to call him) breed. </center>
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6. See that last bite on your dinner plate? Get a dog and never enjoy that last bite ever again. </center>
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7. So you enjoy sprawling out in your bed and sleeping in whatever position you please? I'm sorry...so does your dog, and his beauty sleep matters WAY more than yours.</center>
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8. I don't know if this is just me, but Cash is the sole reason I get up and run in the mornings... so get a dog and stop being obese. </center>
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I'm just over here trying to do work so I can provide for you and all you can do is sit and stare at me with this face.</center>
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Finally... I've never loved something so much that never talked back to me... except that JTT poster I had in the 6th grade. </center>
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Dogs are wonderful, they'll make you stupid, but they'll always be there for you when you need them to put a smile on your face and you've gotta love that.</center>
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I started my day off by getting up out of my nice warm bed and taking puppy (and myself) for a 2 mile run! </center>
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Who am I?</center>
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Today I'm starting the 7 Day Slim Down by my favorite <a href="http://toneitup.com/">Tone it Up</a> girls. </center>
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I did this last summer before our trip to Vegas and I lost 10lbs and lots of inches.</center>
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The weather this weekend in Houston was beyond.</center>
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There's just nothing like good selfies with the puppy.</center>
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Saturday night I was feeling an extra kind of cranky and just couldn't be around people...</center>
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Thank goodness we went home early or I probably would have.</center>
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Sunday was spent being just as loungy (it's not lazy if you're relaxing) then John and I heard from our realtor that they have framed our house! </center>
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Here I am throwing my hands in the air and waving them like I just don't care from our back porch!</center>
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I am so excited for this next chapter in our lives! </center>
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Dear Friday... why do you come so slowly then go so quickly? I love you so much, but wish you away at the same time. Come on 6:00pm!</center>
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Dear whoever cooked Beefaroni in the break room... thanks for jump starting my diet by making me completely lose my appetite for the remainder of the work day. Appreciate you.</center>
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Dear John... Sorry I went all crazy on you this morning when your alarm went off at 6:30 and you snoozed it until 7:45. That was irrational of me.</center>
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Today I want to talk about being yourself.</center>
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I've never truly been 'happy' with myself.</center>
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In my short 25 years, I've struggled a lot with being happy. This probably comes as a shock to some because on the outside I'm always smiling and cracking jokes, but thats mostly a defense on my part.</center>
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All throughout high school I was pretty quiet. I had friends, don't get me wrong, but I didn't talk much in class or reach out to people I didn't know for fear of rejection and because I just wasn't that happy with myself.</center>
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Not once did I think "maybe if I just accepted me for me...then I'd be happy"</center>
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That's something I'm trying daily to do. </center>
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First I would like to thank you all for the out pouring of support over yesterday's <a href="http://peacelovesweettea.blogspot.com/2013/01/if-you-cant-laugh-at-yourself-then.html">post</a>.</center>
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Without your kind words and encouragement, I don't know how I would move on from the ghosts of my past. </center>
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And by ghosts I mean fanny packs.</center>
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To all of the new friends I made yesterday, hiiiiii! Ya'll must be awesome to still want to read anything I have to say after seeing that mess yesterday. </center>
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You go Glenn Coco... you go. </center>
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My bikini body, however, has decided to take an extended winter break... </center>
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<br />Hilarious. All of it. #blessed<br />
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Have you ever stumbled upon a blog and thought "whoa whoa whoa... who does this chick think she is, having the same personality and thoughts as me?! Where does she live so I can go <strike>tell her she's my new best friend</strike> give her a piece of my mind?!"</center>
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This girl is it, ya'll. I swear. I can go to her blog on any given day and laugh, shake my head in agreement, and then sigh because I just know we'd be best friends.</center>
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Just like I know Justin and Britney will one day reunite... sometimes things are just meant to be, ya'll.</center>
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Lets start this out by saying things are about to get <i>really</i> real up in here.</center>
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1. I've always had a keen sense of fashion.
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You're probably wondering to yourself why I'm not a fashion blogger.</div>
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It would kind of be like Picasso trying to teach a "Painting with Pinot" class.</div>
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Can you see it in my eyes?</div>
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Foghorn Leghorn took my soul right as this picture was being taken.</div>
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Thumbs down Foghorn, thumbs DOWN.</div>
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Gone with the wind fabulous. </div>
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Better than Melatonin. </center>
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And finally... if you haven't noticed by now, I have the worst case of "only child problems" that the world has ever seen. </div>
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Don't worry about me...I'll just be over here in my trucker hat standing alone next to a picture of me... kneeling alone. </div>
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Nothing to see here. </div>
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These are the ones she chose for me.</center>
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Dying. </center>
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Love you too, Momma.</center>
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After a weekend spent doing nothing but enjoying the 70* temps in the middle of January with my favorite 4 legged child, here I am again at work. </center>
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Cash was saying 'cheese!' for the amazing weather!</div>
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If you're not a work right now, I kind of hate you.</center>
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but the amount of "out of the office for the holiday" bounce-back emails I've gotten this morning makes me want to throw my computer against the wall.</center>
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Instead of getting into a full out rage war with myself and the pointlessness of me being in the office today, I'm going to leave <strike>myself</strike> you with a little lesson on how to have a 'lovely' day.</center>
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Sometimes I wish I were British so I could say words like "lovely" and "brilliant" and "crumpets" and not be looked at all weird.</center>
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that I live with a lot of guilt.</center>
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I feel guilty for leaving my dog at home while I go to work everyday.</center>
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I feel guilty for eating any meal at any given time.</center>
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I feel guilty for neglecting this blog because I <i>know</i> that ya'll are missing me so much.</center>
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See... lots of guilt up in here. </center>
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So I decided to at least get one thing right this week and link up with <a href="http://acompletewasteofmakeup.com/sunday-social-17/">Neely</a> for Sunday Social!</center>
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3 People you can always count on:</div>
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Have a wonderful week, ya'll! </center>
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I honestly don't know how ya'll do this whole 'work all day, take care of family, and still blog on the regular' thing. When I leave work at 6 every night the LAST thing I want to do when I get home is look at a computer screen. </center>
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Sadly this little blog has traveled to the ever so desolate land of "the back burner". </center>
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It's sad really.</center>
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Let me update you real quick on what's been happening around these parts.</center>
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1. Work</center>
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2. Work</center>
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3. Work</center>
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4. Work</center>
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How boring. I seriously have to learn how to balance work and play... because no play makes me no happy. </center>
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As for any 'fun' I've been having...</center>
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I've done a little Top Golfin'</center>
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Celebrated the boo's birthday:</center>
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Wore a Bill Cosby sweater and said "puddin pops" all night long</div>
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I feel like my life got flipped, turned upside down-- Fresh Prince style.</center>
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I have so much to update ya'll on, with Johns birthday and my first few days at my new job... but I am so overwhelmed right now that I can't even Instagram pictures of my food!</center>
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This weekend was spent celebrating the birth of my boo!</center>
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I'm here to tell you, my faithful readers, that yours truly is <strike>f</strike>unemployed no more! Sister got a job ya'll and while you're reading this I'm sure I'm filling out pages of paperwork.</center>
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So you're probably asking yourself who in their right mind hired me and what in the world will I be doing.</center>
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I'll be doing marketing for <a href="http://www.ylcampus.com/">Young Leaders Campus</a>!</center>
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YLC is a child enrichment center focused on creating life long learners and tomorrows leaders.</center>
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This place is too cool.</center>
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If I were 8 again (which sometimes I think I am) I'd definitely want to come here.</center>
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They have a recording studio, gourmet kitchens for cooking classes, full gymnastics gym, baby sensory rooms, library, MAC Lounge, Science lab, and so so much more.</center>
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So my marketing job will be a breeze because this place basically sells itself.</center>
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Today is John's actual birthday!! </center>
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He's finally joining me in the quarter century club!</center>
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Tonight we're going to dinner with friends and watching the National Championship game.</center>
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It's a time where I always promise myself to get down to my original weight of 8lbs 7oz.</center>
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It's time to think back on the things you've done the past 365 days</center>
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The past year has given me a lot of firsts.</center>
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First year to live in Houston.</center>
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First year to jump out of a plane.</center>
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First year to fall in love with Honey Boo Boo.</center>
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First year to get a job, lose a job, and get another job.</center>
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First year to survive a Myan apocalypse.</center>
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First year to have my car broken into.</center>
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First year to have my car broken into again.</center>
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So here's to 2013 <span style="font-size: x-small;">and parking my car in safer spots</span>.</center>
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I hope 2013 brings me another year of firsts and lots of adventures! </center>
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So bye bye 2012.</center>
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It's been real.</center>
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What's up big guy? It's me, Sarah. Here's a pic from better years to jog your memory</center>
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I know this is your busy season (obvs), but since you've been watching me sleep this past year (creep), I think you can take the time to listen to me for a bit. </center>
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You've been flooded with notes from all over the world asking you for presents that people want, but I think you can take the time to check my list twice and bring me some of the things I'm wishing for on Tuesday. You got it right with the "beddy bye Earnie" so I have faith that you can prevail again. </center>
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I risk my life on the daily driving in this town. People go too fast, people go too slow, people are just idiots, Santa and I'm having a hard time dealing with it and maintaining my Christian values. Which brings me to my next item...</center>
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BREAKING NEWS: this girl loves to eat. And by eat, I mean don't eat anything during the day and then binge at night like Lindsay Lohan on a coke binder.</center>
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This is definitely the worst thing I could ever do if I'm trying to lose weight. Do I realize this, yes. Does this stop me, obviously not.</center>
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I've been sitting here all day putting off writing this post.</center>
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Just like I've been putting off <strike>FOR 3 MONTHS</strike> cleaning this house, until Tuesday when I just threw my hands in the air <strike>waved them like i just didn't care</strike> and got to business scrubbing every dog hair outta this mug. </center>
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I'm a disgusting human being... and Cash's dog hair... I can't even...</center>
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But I'm here writing you because I actually have something to say!</center>
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This week marks a change.</center>
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A "Sarah actually got off her butt and did something important" change.</center>
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This week I started molding young minds.</center>
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I was a little nervous Monday morning before my first day. But then I thought to myself, "Self, you've taught High School for a year. You've got this. Piece of cake."</center>
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If High School is scary, Middle School is Al Qaeda. </center>
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Eleven year-olds who don't understand whats happening to their bodies but they just know they want to touch the person next to them.</center>
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Boys who throw girls backpacks across the room because they <strike>dont</strike> like them.</center>
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Girls who write notes folded into origami shapes about those boys who threw their backpack across the room because one day they'll be married to that boy and those origami notes would be perfectly pinteresting at their wedding.</center>
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These, my friends, are the most terrifying people on earth.</center>
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And while they are mind blowinly scary, they're also just mind blowing in general.</center>
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I've definitely learned that I am not cut out for the younger kids.</center>
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High Schoolers... sure, they're little balls of terror in themselves, but at least they get my jokes and laugh at them.</center>
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How slow you take to get here and how fast you leave.</center>
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Today I'll be out running errands like getting my nails did, washing my car, buying white elephant gifts for a tacky sweater party tomorrow, buying a tacky sweater for a tacky sweater party tomorrow, and buying groceries to make goodies for the tacky sweater party tomorrow...</center>
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Did I mention I'm going to a tacky sweater party tomorrow?</center>
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Whew, I'm already worn out.</center>
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I'm keeping it short and sweet today because this girl has some things to do!</center>
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Before I leave you, you know I have to go out with a funny!</center>
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A friend from High School asked Wal-Mart to make a non gender specific cake for December birthdays at her work.</center>
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This is what they gave her...</center>
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Bless their hearts!</center>
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(and no that isn't a joke... wal-mart really did make this cake for someone I know)</center>
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I want to start today by bragging on myself a little (if I may)... like I was saying in <a href="http://peacelovesweettea.blogspot.com/2012/12/its-december.html">this post</a> on Monday, I've been feeling anything but cute lately. </center>
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So Monday I woke up determined to make a change and start being happy with myself again... because if you don't love you, why should anyone else?</center>
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I've started the couch to 5k program and am determined to stick with it.</center>
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No matter how much my mind tells me no, my body tells me yeahhhh</center>
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Check it out ya'll! </center>
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And the fact that I'm so excited about this lets you know just how much of a runner I am NOT.</center>
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I read <a href="http://amyandjpgougler.blogspot.com/2012/12/a-running-start.html">this post</a> the other day from a fellow Houstonian <a href="http://amyandjpgougler.blogspot.com/">Amy</a>. She could not be more right. Why wait until January to make a resolution?</center>
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