Handy Woman

July 4, 2010

Happy 4th of July!

This weekend I’ve been a busy bee at home in MD. I hesitated to post this because my sister might see it and it will ruin the surprise; however, I can’t help it. I have the desire to share and so I’m sharing. Heidi, stop reading.

I spent my weekend building a present for my niece, Brenna’s, 1 year birthday – a miniature picnic table.

I started with these plans from Knock Off Wood. The plans are really simple, but, to be honest, I could have used a little more direction. This is probably due to the fact that I’m a carpentry novice.

Note: We had to counter sink the screws. I kept asking my dad if I had to make the sink holes. I frequently make up my own vocabulary for things.

I do have some experience building things. Yes, I helped my dad build our shed, as well as our hot tub deck. They were summer-long projects that required a variety of skills, but I was never in charge of the plans in either of those cases. And, even with my dad’s help, this project went awry several times.

However, roughly 6 hours later we prevailed.

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The fact that this masterpiece is supporting my weight without breaking in two astounds me. I want to keep it for myself (and I would if it weren’t for the fact that my legs don’t fit under it).

It’s not perfect, but I am proud nonetheless. My dad pointed out that it leans slightly. I pointed out that it’s probably his deck that leans slightly. He should really look into that, no?

So yeah, I totally built a picnic table.

I am as surprised as you are. Trust me.

– Sarah #2

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Happy Birthday Sarah #2!!

April 27, 2010

Today is Sarah #2’s birthday. I really wish that I could be there to celebrate with her. But alas – I’m stuck in Georgia and she is being well-cared for by her friends and coworkers in Pennsylvania.

Now … Lest you think that because we are not together I don’t have a picture or a story for you …

… I have a picture and story for you.

When Sarah #2 turned 21 in college, we were juniors and I was the only other one of our friends who was 21.  But everyone wanted to drink celebrate with her anyway – so we had a party in her room, counted down to midnight (because that’s what you do in college – you don’t wait until the morning to celebrate when you can do it at midnight) and then Sarah #2 and I went down to the bar for her first legal drink.

When we walked in, we showed the bouncer our IDs.  He looked at Sarah #2’s, looked at the clock and said, “Don’t throw up.”

Really … that’s good advice anywhere, not just at a bar on your 21st birthday.

So Sarah #2 and I are sitting at the bar talking to the bartender.  He apparently had graduated from Ursinus the year before so we started talking about school and then about life and before we knew it two hours had passed and I really needed to get back, because – well – I had a Logic exam at 8 a.m.  We told the bartender we were leaving because of my exam and it was at that point that he suggested we do a shot of tequila, on him.  I told him I shouldn’t because I needed to be in a good state of mind for my exam.  He said it would actually help me.  I was skeptical.

So we did.  And then we took this picture.

Six hours later I took an exam.  And if I remember correctly, I got an A.

And then we went back to the bar that afternoon for happy hour.  After all, why only celebrate once?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SARAH!!!!!  I MISS YOU!!


They Say It’s My Birthdaaay

April 26, 2010

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Can I shove 8 cheese curls in there? 

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Yes, yes I can. 

Today, I’m 25. But on the inside. I’m 5. Example: my birthday party involved shoving too many cheese curls in my mouth, wearing sequins, drinking from Disney Princess cups, and bowling really badly a la my first grade birthday party.

My actual birthday involved leaving work early, watching ABC Soaps on the treadmill, then watching ABC Soaps in my bed. A little Jonathan Jackson for my birthday? Yes, please.

Twenty-five years ago my mom was sent via MedEvac to Johns Hopkins hospital in Baltimore and I was born three months early. I weighed 3 pounds, so really I was kind of fat for a preemie, and I could fit in my father’s hand. Some family members refused to greet me just in case, you know, I croaked and the world was short one Sarah.

After spending many, many weeks in the hospital looking like, according to my family, a purple spider, I was sent home with a heart monitor. Sometimes my parents had to hit me to make my heart start again. I was just a barrel of fun and good times. And medical bills!

I was the ugliest baby ever, but 25 years later and I’m no worse for the wear, though I can’t say the same for my poor parents.

My birth taught me two important lessons:

1. I love to be early – usually way too early

2. I’m resilient

So Happy Birthday to me! Here’s to 25 more years. You couldn’t get rid of me 25 years ago, and I’ll easily be here for 25 more. Can’t hold me down!

– Sarah #2


Slice of Heaven

February 18, 2010

My cake.

Yes … it was THAT good.

Sarah #1