Plant experts apply here...

I like house plants.

Unlike the things I attempt to grow outdoors, they do not have to be weeded.

I am pretty good with them too. This however, hasn't always been the case. A few years ago every plant in my house up and died on me, for no reason I could ever figure out. For the most part though, I do well with them unlike some people who can't keep them alive, because they refuse to water them.

I have been know to have house plants so large that people were afraid the plant would eat them alive,

as seen below.

(It got so large I had to donate it to this place. )

People were actually afraid to sit in that chair!

Yes I know, its a lot of clocks... stay with me here people...

The point is that I have become pretty familiar with plants and how to take care of them.

Then I found this...

I keep this plant right next to my shower, I looked through the glass this morning to find this staring me in the face. I was almost afraid to finish showering. It looks like something from this movie.

Anyone got any ideas?

Where it came from... besides Mars?

What I should do with it?

... anyone....?

Check out this video

Wordless Wednesday

New

For some time now I have wanted to change the name of this blog. Something about having my name in the title and plastered all over the banner really bugged me. So I have bit the bullet and finally come up with a new title. If you are here looking for Sarah's life, don't worry you have found it.

We are still under construction too, hubby is working on a new banner for me.

So be patient with us, we are working on it!

Evidence

As some of you may remember from this post last year, I have a rather large garden every year.

We do this with my in-laws as a kind of a family plot.

My FIL keeps asking if we have seen evidence of the deer that are in the area, and until today we hadn't seen any.

Well that has changed!

I picked them and brought them home in the state that I found them in because this is my evidence.

THOSE ARE MY SPAGHETTI SQUASH!

And yes I did mean to yell that because that is exactly how I said it when I found them!

STUPID DEER!

Decisions?

I'm trying to decide if I want to do a give away for my 300th blog post...

anyone out there who would like me to do this?

If you do comment below.

(I'm will be taking donations for it if I do decide to do a give away. If you want to donate comment too.)

Dear Stupid Cool Keeper people,

When my air conditioning stopped working on Friday afternoon of the hottest weekend of the year. I just assumed that it was the fault of the machine. And while it bothered me that I was going to have to spend a large amount of money to repair it, I was willing to because it is a necessity in 100 degree heat. Finding out that it was going to cost me less than I expected was good news however, finding out that it was the fault of the little box that YOU installed on my house was not.

Your product sucks! It cost me $130 for an after hours call to my house on Friday night. All this just to find out that your equipment is what had actually failed. I want it off my house NOW! The only reason I signed up for it in the first place is because you were sending weekly reminders to my house.

I want you to pay for the appointment too. I do not think this is asking too much. Hopefully when I call you and tell you as much you will agree.

I am gearing up for a fight, just a warning.

Sincerely

Sarah

10

10 things I hate about me

1. I am loud

(But not as loud as my mother)

I yell a lot. Sometimes at times when it just isn't necessary. The bad temper is part of this.

2. My feet,

I have a very average size, which means I never can find shoes on sale. By the time they go on clearance, all the average sizes are gone.

3. I am incredibly pale,

and no amount of sun has ever or will ever change this fact.

4. I am vain,

I love looking at myself in mirrors. If there is a reflection around I can't help myself.

5. I am incredibly lazy,

I would so much rather be laying down watching TV or reading a book.

6. I can't swim.

7. Asthma, and bad health issues,

nuff said.

8. I hate the shape of my body,

I have very broad shoulders, and a large bust. However my hips are very slim and I have no rear end. I know this doesn't sound like a bad thing, but I also have a thick waist. This makes me look square instead of curvy like a woman should be shaped.

9. I never finished school and got my degree,

this makes me feel like an uneducated yokel.

10. I get intimidated easily by others,

It keeps me from keeping in touch with friends. I just don't want to bother them. So I never call and then I just eventually end up loosing touch.

10 Things I like about me

1. My skin,

I have very clear, nice skin. I rarely have breakouts.

2. I am naturally thin,

Not SKINNY, just a nice average size. This also makes it very easy to find clothes that fit me in almost any store.

3. My hair,

I can wear it in almost any style, or color I want and it still looks great with the shape of my face.

4. I am friendly,

I have no problem talking to people I don't know.

(Weird that I have more problems with people I do know huh! See above.)

5. I stick to what I know is right!

6. I forgive easily,

maybe a little too easily. I don't like holding grudges.

7. I accept differences in others,

you don't have to believe the same way I do to be my friend.

8. I am smart, and have a pretty high IQ,

I love to learn new things, and pick them up pretty quickly.

9. I am a good mom,

or at least I try to be.

10. I like to cook,

and I am pretty good at it. My neighbors have started calling me Sara Lee.

YUCK!

I posted a little bit of my experience the other night on FB, but I thought I would elaborate.

First let me tell you that I never was allowed to go to concerts as a kid. My parents at one point went to see Paul McCartney, and said that there was so much marijuana smoke in the balcony where they were seated, that they got high themselves, just on the smoke. So thanks to Paul McCartney, I was never allowed anywhere near any kind of live music.

THANKS PAUL!

So I never really experienced much in the way of live music until I was an adult, and by then smoking- in any form- wasn't allowed indoors. Now, I love concerts. There is an excitement there that just can't be matched for me. When I heard that this band I really like was in town, for a free concert no less, I got very excited. I had been to these kind of concerts as a vendor, and had always wanted to participate as an actual spectator, so I jumped at the chance.

This was the first concert of the series, and there was a change of venue, so they could accommodate a lot more people. I don't however, think they anticipated that there would be quite so many people.

(I think we are in one of those pictures!)

When we arrived (two hours early) it wasn't bad at all, a little wait in line, and then we found our little space in the grass for our blanket. As things started to fill up, there was a great party atmosphere. We lived in down town SLC for the first two years of our marriage, and I really like, and miss the feel of the outdoor parties. Emanhaud of course whipped out his camera as quickly as possible, was practically drooling at the possibilities, for crowd shots. (Don't worry there will be more to come.)

About the time the warm up band went on, things got very crowded, but we were still holding our own. Then all of the sudden, the Mayor of SLC got up to speak, and a little ripple of discontent went through the crowd. This was the time that we were suppose to be listening to music, not to the Mayor. I looked at my husband and asked if this was the season opener of the series, and he said he though it was. Well that would explain the enormous number of people. This was the point when we started to loose all patience with this particular crowd. This was the point when the alcohol started to settle in on most of them. This was the point when they started to trample anyone sitting down, including the baby that was sitting with her family right behind us!

All of the sudden, all decency and respect for human life just floated away on the breeze. I didn't mind that occasionally people would step on our blanket, I didn't even mind when they would occasionally would trip. Hey I am not the most sure footed person either. But when, they started blatantly trampling the people on the blankets, that made me mad! Eventually we had to stand up, because the density of the crowd just made it too hard to be sitting anymore. Eventually we had to put our bags (my purse and his camera bag) between our feet, to keep from being stepped on. Eventually we had to get used to being kicked, and stepped on.

And eventually we just had to leave.

Two songs into the main act.

We just couldn't take it anymore.

Maybe we are getting old...

but this kind of thing just isn't what it used to be.

I can tolerate people drinking around me, even though the smell alone was making me want to throw up. I get that not everyone feels the same way that we do about alcohol.

What I can't tolerate it people getting sloppy drunk and then trying to trip their way over everyone in their path.

Lets just say that when I said NEVER AGAIN... I meant it!

I wonder if this will make me never want to let my kids go to outdoor concerts....

As for myself, I'll stick to the arena concerts, thank you!

Question of the day?

So every time I log on lately it seems that I have a few new followers.

This question is addressed to all of you.

How did you find me? Did you follow a link from someone else?

You are all welcome, new friends and old.

But will someone please tell me how you got here!

Thanks!

Pppppttttttt!

You know there are times when I do feel like I am being punished for some kind of past wrong.

Most of my life is pretty good right now. Our current money situation is good, that isn't always the case. I have a great relationship with my husband. I have beautiful children, who love me as much as I love them. I am not even bored, which is saying something considering we are smack dab in the middle of summer.

The problem is that it only takes one little thing to drive me right over the edge right now.

My beautiful, sweet, autistic daughter is spitting again.

No this isn't just spitting, this is blowing disgusting raspberries right in your face

ALL FREAKING DAY LONG!

Ok so I know there are some of you out there who are saying...

Oh look how cute she is, it can't be that bad.

Well its worse!

Imagine if you will, someone spitting on you every time you try to hug them. Or spitting on you all the way through a meal, which means when her mouth is full of food.

Imagine that the noise from this action is in your ear every waking moment.

Yes I do mean EVERY moment she is awake.

That means from 8am to 9pm.

She even keeps herself up at night doing it.

Every hour of every day.

This has been going on for about a week now.

I am getting very tired of this.

The hard part is that she isn't like other children. I cannot punish her for doing this because it is really not a conscience act. Yes she knows she is doing it, and yes it gets worse if you try to stop her. But it is more of a compulsion, than anything else. She literally cannot stop!

It is just this one little thing.

Other than that my life is just great thank you very much!