PAYBACK

Megan Hensley and Wimberly Brown are bad.  They have played a very mean trick on me.  I will get you back. Much, much worse.  I will never go to Myrtle Waves with you ever.  Megan you just wait until your bachelorette.  I am bout to open a can of whoop sass on you.  Thats all.

Ok. Now that I have cooled down I will share.  This will not sound like a big deal to you, but for some reason I lost all control and restraint last night @ about 10pm.  So I come home after a delightful night of home run derby and what not with the Dupres.  Maybe my endorphins were pumping or something.  I'm not positive.  But I am in my room, minding my own business..probably reading the Bible or something. (ok I wasn't reading the Bible)  I was looking at 4 wheelers online. Just for fun. I start to overhear Megan on the phone with her older sister. They are talking about our upcoming girls weekend in Litchfield.  Megan claims we are not going out. (which secretly I am totally cool with) Then I hear horrible things.  She says we are spending Saturday at Myrtle Waves.  Over my dead body.  I hate that place with a passion. No lie.  All of a sudden I became super emotional.  And pissed. Well Wimmy and Megan must have discussed this earlier or something because they kept saying we were going.  I was yelling from my room to Megan's about how I was not setting foot in that place and what not.  Then the two punks began taunting me about some waterslide and tubing.  Heck no. I was not about to miss Windy Gap Womens Weekend to go to flipping Myrtle Waves which costs like 30 bucks to got sit in stagnant water.  It went severly downhill from there.  I got emotional. And a bit teary. I may have said/yelled some choice words.  Meanwhile they are laughing.  Then Megan tried to hug me for about 10 min. Well if you know me, then you know I am not touchy. Especially when I am in a distraught/terrible mood.  So it ended with me hiding under my sheet and Megan trying to hug me, telling me we weren't going to the dang water park.  It was not pretty.  Needless to say-I did not sleep well. 

Yikes

*Don't read this.  I am throwing myself a pity party and you will probably not feel included.  It only happens every once in a while, so there.  Be prepared I am about ramble in no particular order.

Today has been one of those days.  (Actually the last 4 work days may have been like this) You know the kind where it lasts forever.  Where you feel like you have been working forever, but you don't really have that much to show for it.  Or you feel like you are stuck under a pile of stuff that never seems to shrink.  And all you want to do is put the boat in the water, but you can't bc you would then get fired.  Then you get frustrated.  Which in turn leads to a bad attitude. I don't sport the bad attitude as well as others do. Then you start thinking about all the upcoming things you want to do this year and immediately feel overwhelmed.  Which should be impossible because you have hand picked things to keep you from feeling this way.  I literally have a million things racing through my head right now.  Don't get me wrong.  They are good things mostly.  Nothing has even started yet, but I've managed to over plan already.  Dang it.  And then you feel a bit teary, but you can't cry.   Not to be depressing, but my day/attitude does seem to fit this description.  Then I start to think a little ahead.  The Wedding.  Its out there.  Its actually coming in like 6.9 weeks.  Just thinking about it makes me nervous.  Why you ask?  I have no idea.  But it does.  Nothing I can do about it.  This in turn leads me to listen to some Coldplay.  And then it makes me feel a little bit better.  Okay. I'm done.  Sorry, but I jut needed to put that out there.

Wimberly does Shrooms

Betsy and I saw this going on outside of my window today after church and felt like it was something we needed to share.  We had no idea about Wimmy's love for gardening and getting dirty etc.  Wimberly+Lily Pulitzer+Raking+Shrooms=Priceless and endless amounts of laughter.  Plus she had no idea we were watching her...If only Megan were with us....Wimmy we love you long time.

Housewife A La Sass

I have a few things to say tonight.  Many of you (well I don't know if anyone besides my mom and Stephen actually read this) are wondering about the title of this post.  I will address it in a minute.  Tonight's post is going to be a bit like a melting pot of topics.  So here goes:


Monday.  Me, Lulie, Megan and Beth went to the ATL.  We went to see our dear friends Ray Lamontagne, David Gray and Allison McCarthy.  AMAZING.  All three at the same time. No lie-one of the best concerts I have been to. Beth and I had amazing seats with funny people who gave us free beer.  And they were cute.  It was a win win.  Basically I thought I had died and gone to heaven.  No idea David Gray was so cool.  Moving on.


Today I got some really great news.  Insert major sarcasm at this point.  Some idiot box got a hold of my debit card number and decided to do some joyful spending. Forever 21 and Murphy's USA. $350. Real classy people. I really appreciate it.  I love talking to bank reps and getting my card cancelled.  And then being told I have to wait 10-14 business days for a new one.  Super pumped.  Give me your address and I will be sure to send you a thank you note.  Or even pay you a personal visit.


I have a serious fashion question. Carol Hannah-if you are reading this you may be able to help.  DISCLAIMER: I mean no harm or foul when I express my opinions on this topic.  Please do not quit being my friend or think I hate you.  Ok. Glad I got that out of the way.  What the heck is up with Rompers?  I do not get it.  I 100% dislike them. I am no fashionista as you are well aware.  But I got to say that rompers can not be cool.  It is an adult onesie people.  I took the liberty of looking up what a romper is on google.  rompers: A loosely fitted, one-piece garment having short bloomers that is worn especially by small children for play.  Case and point.  Worn by small children. Ages 15-54 is not considered small children.  I hate to be the one to break it to you, but I'm not a fan by any means.  I mean, they have themed ones.  Sorry.  Just had to get that off of my chest.  


Betsy and I just watched the Last Song. Yes, the one with Miley Cyrus.  I cried.  A little lot.  I don't know what came over me.  I may be a little emotional this week.  Ok-I have been a lot emotional.  So Betsy are sitting there and somehow we start talking about housewives.  And I suddenly realized that I, Sarah, would be an amazing housewife.  Right about now you are wondering what the heck is wrong with me, but just track with me a second. HW's are cool.  I believe I possess a certain type of skills that would be good in the housewife arena.  Now I'm not talking some snobby, tennis playing, nails getting done princess.  I'm talking legit bad *ss house wife.  What qualifies one for this?  
-Awesome cooking skills is very important.  I can make some good stuff.  I specialize on the grill and what not.

-Gardening.  I come from a strong background of green thumbs in my family.  I like to grow flowers, herbs and veggies.  Just living off the land you know.
-I like home furnishings more than the average person.  Well, if they come from Celadon. Or Anthropology.
-I have guns.  Not the muscle kind.  The real kind.  So I can protect the house.  Just ask my roommates.  Well, don't ask them bc they don't exactly share my love for firearms. 
-Not a big spender.  I like to be conservative in the $$ department.  So I am economical.
-I don't make a mess.  And I am not a terrible cleaner.
-I have kid friends.  This is key.  Its very important to have a wide variety of friends both young and old. Sometimes I can be found playing XBOX.  I'm not ashamed.  I like some of my kid friends more than some of the ones my own age.  Is that a crime?  Hope not.
-I have old friends.  I like old people.  (No, I'm not talking 40's. ) I'm taking grandmas.  I love em.  
-All the in betweens.  From kids to oldies. I love em all.  Thats important while being a HW.  You never know who could need your help/advice.  You always have to be on your toes.
-Luncher. I am pretty stellar at going to lunch. (however I have taken a break from this)  I love going to lunch with people. Pretty good at it.  Like to change it up a lot.  


So there you have it.  Not everyone has those set of skills.  Its natural.  Only one little problem. I haven't landed the husband part yet.  Now I'm not out on the prowl or anything, but I am aware that in order to be a housewife, one needs a husband.  One that has a job to support the housewifeness.  So please don't be getting the wrong idea about me.  I am not out searching for Mr. Right.  I just happened to have a revelation and Betsy told me I needed to record it.  There it is.  

Good Night,
SRS

IFREAKA

I went to IKEA (for the first time) in the ATL yesterday.  It just hit me that it was not a good situation at all.  There are home goods everywhere and it is basically like a costco inside.  Plus its HUGE.  Like an airport or the new BOEING plant.  It gave me overwhelming anxiety.  I don't know how people do it.  There is crap everywhere you turn and it is like a maze inside.  And there are escalators. And a restaurant.  AHH. Hopefully that was my first and last venture to that place.  I will share more about the ATL later. Oh and I just de activated facebook.  Lets see how this goes...

See below picture

So I went on a youth leader retreat this weekend.  If you know me well at all then you know that I probably had lots of sarcastic comments/feelings building up to this lil overnight.  Truthfully stuff like this makes me entirely too nervous.  So I never want to go.  Will they like? Will I like them?  What if they think I am a nerd?  What if I really am a nerd?  What if I snore?  You know normal worries....Basically I become hesitant at the idea of organized "fun."  Which means games, amusement parks and water parks.  However, I was promised there would be no parks of any kind.  So I decided to committ to the trip (less than a week ahead of time mind you).  I was not told that we would wear fake mustaches and do a human maze.  I will leave you with that.  I will admit that I did enjoy it more than I was planning to.  As for the maze. Hated it.  It poured rain and I got lost. And said a lot of cuss words.  Under my breath though.  Don't want to give off a bad impression.  Go figure. 

On to an entirely different topic. MADE.  I want to be on MTV's MADE.  But Stephen Sayre-always the uplifter said that it is impossible.  I am entirely too old.  Apparently they don't do post college MADES yet. He says, "Sass, who wants to watch old people become something?"  I want to be an X Games skate boarder or biker.  No lie. Since middle school it has been a dream. I wonder if I can still ollie on my skateboard.  Prolly not.  But maybe its time to give it another shot.  So I am going to start practicing and I will be waintng on my phone call. 

Last night I had a dream that all of my hair fell out in the middle of my head.  So it was like an inverted mohawk.  In the dream every one said they liked it and that it was very artsy and what not.  So I have decided maybe Betty Bridesmaid should shake things up for Megan's Wedding.  What do you think about that??

Looking at skate board tricks on youtube,

Sass

Charleston Chick Love..

I feel like this past week has been a bit of a whirlwind.  Well actually just the last 3 days. Douglas was in town.  In case you are wondering, he is doing great.  Logan is in town.  Pretty sure that alone makes my heart smile.  Beth has officially moved back to the 843.  The earth is now back on its axis.  I got my own office on Friday.  That's right.  On Friday I went to Murrell's Inlet for a little leader overnight which may have actually surpassed my expectations.  Well except for running in the rain through a human maze with a fake mustache on, but I shall let that slide.  Then I headed home to spend some quality horas with Logan.  Love that girl.  Plus we always ended having hilariously deep and funny convo's.  Then I headed down to Bailey Island for the night.  You already know my feelings on Bailey Island and its company.  GLORIOUS.  We boated a bit, stayed up late, hung out, ate some hot and now, and headed home.  Then I headed to the Stout Casa for a lil reunion with my best friends form high school.  (See above for a present/past look at us...) I think its the first time in a while we have reunited with no wedding.  They still make me laugh and clearly stories do not get old.  It was Logan, Katie, Beth, Walker, Camille and I for a delicious meal.  I don't know what it is about our group, but while with them I 50% want to bust out laughing and I 50% want to burst out in tears. I love them.  I love how we are all in such different places, but we still all gel together in such a cool way.  Just thought I would share that.  Everybody cracks me up.  Camille made Beth an awesome book of letters and photos we sent her.  Bout made me cry.  Keep praying for TEAM SHIRLEY!

Don't judge the pics.  Shug and Willard weren't the best photographers of the night...but they got the job done.  It was sweet to have some good hang time tonight.  And we did share a few (million) laughs..MCC we missed you.  Here are a few pics I meant to post a few weeks ago.

This is Costa.  The newest addition to the Sass family.  Sorry.  I was by myself and had to take a picture on the timer and it just was not cooperating....

The matrons of the family are above...Haha.  Mom, Vicky and Sis.  They kinda make me laugh.  Then you throw in Lili and I.  Oh and the standard bottles of bubbly that always accompany a visit from any of them.  Look how cute they are.  This is like the 5th picture I made them pose for so they were probably cussing at me under their breathe.  But they sure do look cute:)  

I just wanted to throw this one in too.  See my hair?  Ok. Good.  You will never see it like that EVER again.  And that is a promise.

Well I think that's about it for me.  Hope you had a good weekend.  

Love you long time,

SRS

PS-Betsy and I were just talking and Wim just asked us to pop her zit.  I just wanted to share that.  We said H no.  There are a lot of things I do for friends-that is not one.  Peace

My crush

Is it wrong if I have legit feelings for Zac Efron? No?  I didn't think so either...How can you not.  I bet if we met we would be legitimate friends.  Don't judge me from this post...

ps- I had to put this next one on here to do him some justice for all you teeny bop haters...hahaha

A lot to look forward to

Not. I am totally laughing as I post this so do not be worried that my feelings have been hurt.  I'm tougher than most.  Well it depends on the situation.  So Logan finally got home today.  She comes over to the newly decorated girl palace.  Me, Logan, Betsy and Wim are all in there chatting away. It's 10 pm and lame Megan has long since gone to bed.  Logan proceeds to tell us of an awesome eligible bachelor that is soon moving to town.  Immediately the conversation goes awry.

Betsy: Ohhh.  Who can you set him up with?? (I'm sorry-am I not sitting right next to you?  Chello...)
Me in a very sarcastic tone: Are you kidding me?  Is that even a question? I'm sitting right here!
Wim: No words at this time, just staring at us
Logan:  Sass, I don't think he is your type.  He's cool, really laid back, cute and loves Jesus.

I then give Logan a very mean and glaring look.  This is when she realizes maybe that wasn't the best thing to say.

She then follows with: I mean maybe he will need someone more superficial or blonde or something....(The hole just got bigger and bigger and bigger..)

*I have no comments.  Thanks for the love..... I mean how is Betty Bridesmaid ever going to manifest into Betty Bride if her own friends are against her??

HAHAH.  On a high note- Betsy and I did some home decorating tonight.  Come and see.

Internal thoughts of Myself

I don't have a lot to report on this Sunday night, but I just wanted to say you should listen to this: http://www.wearestandrews.com/userfiles/files/Sermon_Files/July-Sep2010/2010_0808_God_Sends.mp3

Also I am on a serious musical/songwriting kick right now.  Loving it.  My roommates are probably hating it.  Oh well.  Can't please everybody.  I absolutely love playing my guitar.  To the point of playing too much, but we can't all be perfect.

This is dangerous, but I have been thinking about a lot of stuff lately.   I am in no way complaining when I say this, but there is a lot of stuff I want to do.  Like volunteer more, go more places, I want to go to Africa..maybe, do more things that are completely out of my comfort zone, try new things, work harder, be nicer (in general), and just simplify.  I want to lead a simple life.  Is that weird? I have no idea exactly what all of this means, but it all constantly dominates my daily thoughts.  And it's not that I don't like what I am doing. I love it.  I LOVE where I live and who I live with.  Sometimes I just wonder what I am really doing?  I don't want to get stuck just going through the motions and get trapped in a routine. Or maybe I am about to enter a quarter life crisis.  I think a part of this is because summer is slowly winding down and routine and scheduling is upon us. I used to just do things to do them and bc I had a serious problem saying no to things.  I get overwhelmed with things and relationships become unmanageable.  This may sound weird to you, I'm not sure-but I feel like I failed at a lot of relationships.  Some of it was because I had to wear big girl pants and work so I couldn't do my usual hanging out all day long.  But I found that the days seemed to fly by and then the days became weeks and so on.  And I was making new friends, but was missing old ones etc...I could not find a balance.  However, I did learn a ton this year so it wasn't all bad..This year is going to be different for me.  I am going to intentionally pick what I am going to do and not do.  Like I have been agonizing about this whole City Church thing.  For the wrong reason.  So many people I love are going to help out.  For weeks I have been trying to decide what I was doing.  Then being me-I tried to figure how I could do both.  DUMB.  All along I knew I wasn't supposed to do it, but I didn't want to miss out..so TYPICAL.  I am excited to say that I am going to help hold down the fort in Mt. Perfect.  I am really pumped about this lil decision.  That is just a side note. I am going to be more intentional in with my friends.  On that note, I am so excited to have Logan back in this beautiful state. And I am so so excited to have Beth back in Charleston.  Moving on.   I think Cassie would be pretty excited about this posting because she has basically spent 2 years trying to teach us all about margin, boundaries and saying no, but she will probably never read this.    Basically things are going to be different this year. I know I tell myself this pretty much every year, but I am serious.  And now I have written it on here.  To you.  I can't not give it a go knowing you have read this.  Not sure who you actually is, but that is neither here nor there.  Basically you are holding me accountable to this.  So don't fail....

Ok.  I have bored you enough with these ramblings.  I hope you have a delightful night.  I have a candle lit and am going to try and finish Glass Castle tonight.  Good night.

Currently playing on repeat: "ten thousand" by John Mark McMillan.

12 Long Months

I have an exciting announcement.  One that I never honestly thought I would make.  Are you on the edge of your lil seat now?  You are? Ok.  As of yesterday (I am one day late), I have officially worked at Sass Herrin & Associates for 12 whole months...Man how time flies-well maybe not so much. I can't believe it has been a year since I was forcefully sucked into the working world at the young age of 23.  Now look at me.  Actually don't it would make me very nervous.  Let's recap.  12 months=almost 100 appraisals which = more freedom.  If you aren't sure what I do let me fill you in.  I am a real estate appraiser.  Well apprentice actually.  They basically have to hold my hand until I have 100 appraisals under my belt.  I have 90, but who is counting...I appraise land and homes.  Basically I measure your house in the hot hot sun and get really sweaty, then come inside and draw and take pics.  Then I write a riveting report and send it to whoever is paying the bill.  Which sometimes doesn't happen.  Here is what I have learned-
-Fly under the radar and try not to cause any problems whatsoever
-Dad most likely will not go eat lunch with you unless you wait until 2pm
-Dad likes to eat lunch at Costco, Jersey Mikes, BILO and Andolinis.  Just those.  Period.
-Keep Kathy happy.  You need her on your side at all times.
-Follin and Andrew used to invite me to lunch to be nice.  Now they don't care so they don't invite me.
-I am at the bottom.  I may forever be here.  I am ok with this.  Really.
-Xmas card picture and production=high stress.  Never volunteer to help again.
-You are only cool in this office if you have weapons.  Not kidding.  Everybody has them.  Some A Lot more than others...Don't mess with me bc I now have one.
-Uncle Chick calls all the dang time.
-Dad has 3 different kind of laughs.  I only like 1.
-I hate appraising trailers. Manufactured homes if you will.
-I don't want to live in Monck's Corner or Ridgeville.
-Bankers will never ever call you back unless you pretend there is an emergency
-You will sustain injuries to yourself or your clothing while doing this job.
-I am holding my tongue because there is a lot more I would like to say, but am way to scared....
-AND NOTHING EVER WORKS WHEN YOU NEED IT TO

These are just thoughts.  Maybe the next 12 months I will actually make some monies....woop woop.  Maybe.  I'm not making any promises here...

The island will never be the same

The island has lost some cool points.  To be honest-I'm a bit sad.  I have come to the very sad realization that the college era may be over...The boys are gone.  I'm sad to report.  Newman, Stephen and Dr. Chris have abandoned the island.  Move out day was really hot, but surprisingly not bad.  This how was not as nasty as Smith St., but it wasn't clean either...Ryan found herself a nice pet skink while packing up Stephen's room along with about 2,486 sand spurs that he had thoughtfully thrown about the room...There was also enough sand in Stephen's room to revitalize the beach.  The kitchen stuff was probably my favorite.  Very eclectic group of items in that kitchen.  Newman left before the photo shoot...Only one person would have made this day complete.  Carol Hannah Whitfield.  You were there in spirit my friend.  I said goodbye for you...

On another note.  I happened upon this while working in lovely Moncks Corner...If Wimberly was ghetto and lived in Moncks Corner, I think this would be her car...

Ok people. Betty Bridesmaid is back on the scene.  Starting today.  So get ready.

Oh an download John Mark Macmillan's "ten thousand." Just do it.