Wife...

Most girls dream about the day when they will be this particular pronoun. I can't believe it's about to be me in less than two weeks. I mean two weeks I will be someone's wife. I will be sharing everything. Adam and I are very good at sharing our feelings we don't lie to each other or keep things from each other under the guise of protecting or bothering the other with how we feel.

I stop and think...Adam Brasher is going to be my husband...I'm going to be Sarah Walker Brasher. I would have never believed this two years ago. Adam Brasher was just this funny guy I went to church with...no more..no less. He is so much more to me know. He is my BEST friend...the person I talk to about anything and everything. One of our favorite things to say to each other is "you make me smile even when I don't want to...and I think that's pretty special."

I can not wait to marry him, to be tied to him through this life and to emotionally and spiritually support him in whatever he does (just as he does with me). It's all starting to be more real now...t's are being crossed and i's are being dotted. I'm ready to steal away to Disneyworld with my love for a whole week. Sorry this was mushy but he is the greatest :)

Sooo...

I'm thinking of getting a new tattoo. There's this girl's blog that I read and I saw the most adorable ribbon tattoo EVER! I think I really really want one. I know the Mr. will be okay with this seeing as he is wanting to update his ink library. (He has 8 tattoos I only have the one). I don't think I want to be head to toe in tattoos a) my mother would die b) my grandmother would die and c) my threshold for pain is slim. I'm thinking of getting it on the inside of my wrist or maybe on my shoulder hmmm...I just don't know but I'm excited about it!

Clint Eastwood is scary y'all....

So hello again google blog.

I come back to you every year or so to type my asinine take on the world around me or to rant about a current situation. I'm not really here to do either...well maybe the latter here in a minute. A lot has changed around here since the last time I was on this side of the internet. I met a boy...and that boy loves me and I love him and as tends to be a rule we're getting married. I'm real excited. We have a dog and house with a fence and all that good stuff. I never thought that would be me you know. It's not quite as american as apple pie...we're pretty different this boy and me. I guess that's all I really have to say about that...

Now for your reading pleasure the aforementioned rant....

Some people are dumb (read mostly girls...lots of boys find themselves in this category...but I'm talking about a specific demographic of girl...the EX-girlfriend)

This girl just can't seem to get it to her temporal lobe that she is indeed the EX...the girl no longer in his life because he's CHOSEN to love someone else. I've been this girl before...the EX. I've always bragged on my ex-girlfriend status. I came to the hard conclusion that he didn't want me and that if he didn't want me then I didn't want him. I've always been proud of my self respecting EX girlfriend nature. I never tried to be friends...I'm sorry it just doesn't work, as far as I'm concerned you forfeited friend status the minute the relationship hit it's inevitable demise. I've seen so many girls do this to them self. I don't understand. I know it's a self esteem issue but I mean come on I have self esteem issues too. Show me a woman in the western hemisphere who doesn't have self esteem issues and I'll show you some ocean front property in Colorado I'd like to sell. SO here is my plea to all EX girlfriends out there ( I count myself among you) PLEASE stop trying to be his friend...stop texting him...stop trying to worm your way into his life through friends and gullible family members. For all of our sakes (but mostly yours) LET IT GO.

Whew...

Now don't we all feel better.

I like Don Miller

"If I weren't a Christian, and I kept seeing Christian leaders on television more concerned with money, fame and power than with grace, love, and social justice, I wouldn't want to believe in God at all.  I really wouldn't.  The whole think would make me want to walk away from religion altogether because, like I was saying about Santa Claus, their god must be an idiot to see the world in such a one-sided way.  The god who cares so much about getting rich must not have treasures stored up in heaven, and the god so concerned about getting even must not have very much patience, and the god who cares so much about the West must really hate the rest of the world, and doesn't sound like a very good god to me.  The televangelists can have him for all I care."

"Searching For God Knows What"

by Don Miller

Ode to the 21st century version of Don Johnson

Oh 21st century version of Don Johnson...

How you amuse me...

You have your perfectly quaffed faux hawk that took you approximately 23 minutes to get just the right consistency...You and your lilac vest that you chose to not wear a shirt under because, hey, who really needs shirts...You have your skater boy vans that are in disarray but not because you were skateboarding because you either ordered them pre-destroyed or drug them across your driveway to get just the right look...Your jeans are so tight that they would suck the life right out of Nicole Richie (they did tell you in bio that really hurts your chances of making a baby...but the way things are looking that might not be the worst thing). You have on nerd glassess but not because you are a nerd (tool and nerd are two very different things ya know) and not because you can't see but because it's relevant and cool to look like Buddy Holly (consequently somewhere in the world Buddy Holly is rolling over in his grave right now)...

ahhh...a gal can't help but wonder while she's still single...

I never met a Toby that I didn't like...

I am now currently sitting at a desk that is reserved for working but I have decided to use it as my place to create a blog entry that will simultaneously shock and awe....

I have decided to bring this blog back from the dead ( a computerized Lazarus if you will) because I hear all the cool kids are still blogging...so here I am...(are you shocked and awed yet?)

We are T-Minus three days till the most epic reunion of all times...yes that's right...it's the Jenness Park 2008 Summer Fuuuuuge(not pronounced fudge for all you 7th graders out there) Staff! It is going to be life-changing...we should pretty much just carry an altar around with us because people are going to be getting saved left and right...left and right

On a more personal note...

Dear Google Blog,

I am really sorry that I abandoned you like almost a year ago. I started you up for a class and I know at the end of the class I gave the old it's not you it's me line. Part of that was indeed true, however, you just reminded me too much of school so it was hard to see you. I know I left you hanging. I know dozens of weird people probably showed up here thinking they were googling lyrics to a song and then you popped up. I gave you no new insights to the world around and people were bored and went to a new window. I hope you will take me back. I'll be comign around a lot more. I still think you're the stuff. I hope you still think I am. We rocked it pretty hard that semester.

Love,
Sarah

Randomness of my mind

I was reminded today in a big way that my life rocks....I know I will complain about being tired from school or stressed out, but if I look at my life in the big picture sense it is outstanding. Big ups (yes I just said big ups) to the Lord for carrying me through some pretty hard crap, I wouldn't be the person I am today without them. I don't mean to brag....I have some unfun stuff that I have to deal with from time to time, but I've got the most amazing people down here helping me through them...It's amazing to finally get to a place where you can look back on a situation that broke your heart, and your like BOOYA I don't even give a care...I love love love that feeling.

In other non-self affirming news I saw an awesome old man on a moped yesterday....There were fifty thousand tractors on Mansfield Rd, Bert Kouns, and Williamson Way this morning....is there a tractor convention in town?? Bobby Jindal is going to be on Leno tonight or sometime soon (I can't remember the date). I thought this to be quite odd, who cares what the Governor of Louisiana has to say....then I remembered Hurricane Katrina and all the political implications that apply.

In awesome news the diet dr pepper can has Indiana Jones (Finder of Rare Antiquities and the First Name in Adventure)....I wish that appeared everytime my name was mentioned....that would amazing....So I'm in a very good mood....not that I'm usually in a bad mood....today it's just extra good....I might be crying in like three days because I have massive amounts of assignments do......(enter feeling of sickness)