SO GROSS

Sorry to offend anyone, but I have to get this off my chest.  Maybe this falls into the road rage category.  There are many bumper stickers that I absolutely cannot stand.  There are 2 that I HATE.
http://sarahrsass.blogspot.com/2011/08/cant-believe-my-eyes.html
1) If you are a native, great.  You do not need a sticker.  After some thourough research, I have found that most people (Mostly women) that sport the native sticker are not in fact natives.  No comment. 

2) Salt Life.  I really have nothing nice to say about this one.  I have even seen a tat on a man's back of this.  Why??

My new crush
(Click for those that are confused...)

Can't believe my eyes.

Earlier today, I blogged during a vulnerable time.  I am here to report there has been a change in perspective.  I left work.  Met up with some of my favs and all was right again... Me, Stephen and Ryan headed to Sully's to look at Irene as she passed by.

Then we got to eat supper at Sullivan's with some other delightful ones.  As we were leaving we noticed that the sky was incredible.  No joke.  I had my camera with me and I could not bare the thought of missing out.  We all piled into my car and bolted to the end of Sully's.  We raced as fast as we could.  Threw the car in park and full out ran to the end of the island.  Hands down- best sunset I have ever seen.  Best part- I got to enjoy it with the best company.  It was amazing.  I wish that I could have frozen time right at that moment.  It was perfect.

 I LOVE this picture of the 4 of us.  We just so happened to be singing some Michael Jackson from the Free Willy soundtrack.  It was a bit majestic if you ask me..

 Thanks to Betsy for taking some these:)

I think we were there for about 20 minutes.  It's funny how 20 minutes at the end of the day can change your life.  Your whole perspective changes when you witness something so beautiful.  I live in one of the most beautiful places in the world.  Just 2 hours before we were standing on the beach and the ocean was raging. In fact, I was mesmerized by how daunting it looked.  Then you catch a glimpse of perfection as far as your eye can see. I didn't want it to end.   I have never been more thankful for where I live and people I get to do life with.  How can you not be thankful when you feast your eyes on a sunset like that?

Still soaking it up,

SRS

GAH

Today.  Today has been a lil whack for me.  All of my friends seem to be having a nice relaxing day.  Just chilling because of Irene. I have beautiful dreams of laying around reading, listening to some Mumford and Sons and Ben Rector, with my new Celadon Candle lit... Ain't happening people.  I woke up.  Went walking.  When I left, it wasn't raining.  As soon as I got somewhat far from the house... Downpour.  Then I went to measure a flipping huge house in Wild Dunes.  By myself.  Halfway around the house...  Downpour.  Followed by some serious bombs of bad words coming out of my sweet lil mouth.  Then I go inside.  Slip.  Hit the floor. More bad language. Then, when I think that it could not get worse, I realize that somewhere along my unpleasant way I seemed to have dropped the owner's key.  30 minutes later, in the pouring rain- I found it.  (More words).  Then while heading off of the island I see tons of my lil surfing buds going out to surf.  Every time I saw one of their cars- more words.  Totes Jealous people.  Then I go to J.I.  I had to do a drive by for work.  Got yelled at by some lady who thought I was staking out a house in their hood to rob.  So naturally, I sped off.  She prolly called my license plate in.  Stellar.  Plus, I am a tid bit sad to be missing the Worship Team Retreat.  It was my only shot of ever going to Cheesecake Factory.  Oh Well.  At least some of my all time favorite people are in the 843 for C. Reed's wedding palooza.  It's about to get cray cray up in here.  I would also like to alert the general public that Stephen Sayre in 843.  Thank God.  Now I'm off to North Chuck to measure a house.  Irene, BRING IT.  BOUT TO OPEN A CAN OFF WHOOP SASS ON YOUR YOU KNOW WHAT.

-SRS

PS- Blink 182 just came on my Pandora.  YES.

Say What?

I'm sorry in advance.  I just could not help myself.  I have this friend.  She says "thats what she said" like it's nobody's business.  So it's only natural that I happened upon this sticker while on the internet highway, bought it, had it shipped to the girl palace and then stealthly applied it to her automobile while she was at my house last night.   Do I feel bad?  Not the slightest.  It looked perfect on her car.  I haven't received any threatening phone calls yet, so I am pretty sure that she hasn't noticed.  Beautiful.  By the way, I ordered 2.  Watch your back (window).

-The bumper sticker bandit

PS- Jenny Waller, don't rat me out.  Lets let it ride for a while....

Praying it up

I'm here at Starbucks.  I finished work early and had the urge to come here.  My plans were to sip iced coffee and read.  But, it's just not happening.  My thoughts are elsewhere.  Normally I don't like to write this kind of stuff on here, but it is just sitting on my heart right now.  My thoughts (and prayers) are with one of my small group girls.  Actually, I can say that she is a dear friend.  And she is awesome.  This girl is one of the most coolest/nicest/smartest/talented/caring people that I have ever met.  Seriously.  You may think you are nice and what not, but she takes the cake on this one.  Best part though- she has no idea just how stellar she is.  She has one of the sweetest relationships that I have ever seen.  Her best friend is her grandfather.  And they are for real friends.  I've never heard someone talk about another as she talks about her grandfather.  Side note- they are such a cool family.  I love them all.  End side note.  Well, he just passed away today and I can't even imagine what she is feeling right now.  I wish that I could go give her the biggest hug ever and tell her all these really great things, but I can't.  All I can offer for now are prayers.  So I am sending them out.  In full force.  To Dapa and family.  It's weird, I haven't felt like crying in like 4 years, but all I want to do is cry.  I just hate the thought of her being sad.  Breaks my heart.

Sarah

Classy Crashers

Last night we kind of crashed a wedding.  Ish.  So I got asked to pick up a bride and groom (whom I don't technically know) in the boat and take them from their reception (all the way on John's Island) to the City Marina.  At 11pm.  It was pretty cool.  Naturally, I got Betsy (the best 1st mate ever) to come along.  We began our cruise at 9:15 pm.  The water was beautiful.  Let me paint you a picture.  We pushed off the dock in perfect conditions.  The water was perfectly calm.  As we meandered out of the creek, all you could here was the boat smoothly cutting through the water and the waves lapping up against the boat.  Our little green navigational lights leading us down the Wando.  Then the bridge was beautiful lit up over the water.  We rounded the battery and then made our way to the Wappoo Cut which is actually quite eerie at 10 pm.  You can barely make out the rocks on each side and just hope to God that you are in the middle.  Besty is also quite skilled at working a q-beam just in case you need some assistance.  It's so cool how you can see in the dark when on the water.  We made our way south to the Island House, where the reception was.  While we waited, we decided to go check the wedding out.  We almost made it to the bar, but then B spotted some people we knew, so we bolted.  No need for awkward conversations... So we watched on the dock.  The DJ was mixin it up nice.  All my favorite booty dancin songs came on.  It's funny watching a wedding reception that you aren't actually in.  Then they lit off all of their sparklers and the bride groom came running down the dock.  Mild panic set in because we weren't sure just how awkward this was about to be.  They hopped in, we made best friends (ok, not besties, but it was fine), we looped around the dock for a photo op and then put the hammer down.  We cruised on back with the bride an groom on the bow.  It was actually a pretty beautiful ride.  We dropped them off at the Marina and headed home.  Once we rounded the battery our final time, I felt this sense of appreciation for where we live.  I mean, we were basically the only people out there.  I felt like it was mine.  And Betty's.  It's so cool how the city lights bounce off of the water and how the Yorktown is just sitting in the Harbor, like its guarding it.  Then there are these two channel markers right under the bridge, guiding you back.  Not to be cheesy, but when we rode through I felt like they were welcoming us back or something.  I know this is weird, but I feel like I could have gotten us back with my eyes closed.  I absolutely love the water at night.  My favorite sound in the world is the boat cutting through the waves and hearing the skim hit the water.  Nothing more soothing.  It was brilliant and I'm glad I had Betty out there to enjoy it.  She is on the same appreciation page as I am.  Sorry to sound cheesy, but it happens.

Yesterday was also Logan's shower.  It was a fiesta:)  Here are a few pics:

My marriage advice note just so happened to say "Get Down on It."  I like to keep it classy...clearly.

Hasta Luego,

SRS

Gets me every time

I don't get it

The running skirt.  I don't get it.  A lot of my friends sport these, so sorry to hurt any feelings.  Why a skirt?  Why can't you run in shorts?  Seriously.  Soon everyone will be wearing a dainty skirt while running.  I fear the skirt.  I like wearing my old soccer shorts.  Yeah, they aren't as cute, but whatevs.  Why is prissiness always trying to get all up in my grill?  You will know hell has frozen over when you see me dragging myself up the bridge in a running skirt and those awful feet glove/barefoot running things.




Get down on it.

SRS

Bye, Bye, Bye

Are you now humming some *NSYNC?  I hope so, because I am...  So I am going to piggy back off of my friend MC and talk about goodbyes.  Now I don't want to get too sappy here, but it needs to be said.  The end of the summer means the end of an era of sorts for me I guess.  This has been a bit of a long time coming.  In college I was a YL leader and now I lead a H.S. small group at church.  Which means I got/get to hang with really cool high school kids.  They keep me young.  Some are actually more mature than I am.  Shocker.  The kids came in waves.  I guess I had 3 diff waves.  The 1st wave left for college two yrs ago plus a few last year.  It was sad, but I would survive.  This year is the 2nd wave, and I feel a bit more emotional for some reason.  I must have been in major denial during the 1st wave.  It's sinking in this time.  I am really excited for them to get to go to school, but I'm sad to see them go.  It's like a lil chapter in my book is closing.  Sorry to sound cliche, but its true.  There is something really special about those kids that I can't really describe.  I have had so much fun getting to know them.  The 3rd wave will be senior this year and I am already sad. I feel like when this wave is over, I may have to actually grow up.  Maybe not...   I guess, I am getting sentimental.  I just hope they know how much I love them and how much I am praying for them.  And I hope they don't forget me:)  So I guess this is goodbye.  Make good choices.

Logan is in town.  I cooked us supper tonight.  A lil seafood medley and sweet potato fries.  And red wine.  I accidentally drank most of it, but it was so good.  I even wore my apron.  Disregard the purple lips my friends.

Now we are watching A River Runs Trough It.  Holy Moly.  Brad Pitt was so stinking good looking back in the day.  I mean, I have a huge crush on him.  Prolly because he fly fishes and wears knickers and a really cool hat.  Just saying.  Alright.  I'm out.  Maybe this movie will make me cry.  Little miracles people.

Get down on it,

SRS

Oh motherhood

You are so far off, its not even funny.  So I finished up my time with the Dodds boys.  It was quite fun.  Those are 100% boys.  Seriously.  I grew up in a house of girls, so I learned a lot this week.  Boys sleep late.  Really late.  They communicate differently.  Things that bother me, may not even enter their radar and vice versa.  They like to stay up late.  You must ask them very direct questions.   They like to now rules/boundaries up front.  They are very sweet.  They smell.  They like to talk loud. They are very, very, very social (which is good).  I had a pretty good time with the Dodds boys.  They are keepers.  However, I got to give them back which is totally a plus.  I don't know how moms do it.  I mean, I am exhausted with just myself.  Then when you get kids, you are responsible for yourself+them.  I mean, when I was at work, I was worried about them. Like what if they got sick or hurt or stolen or blow something up or starve to death.  And they aren't even mine.   I can't imagine worrying like that for 18 yrs and then some.  Oh well.  Won't have to worry about that for a looooong time.

Last night, I went to an end of the year party.  I invented a new word.  You will prolly be hearing sometime in the near future.  Just ask Jenny Waller.  It's her favorite.  I was also forced to touch Eliza's stomach. There is a baby in it.  If you didn't know, that totally, 100%  grosses me out.  I thought I was going to pass out.  The foot was like protruding into her skin.  I am getting sick just thinking about it.  I mean, I just don't get how a whole baby fits in there comfortably.  Then when people touch it, they push down on it.  I mean, what if I gave it a black eye or something??  I would feel terrible.

Ok, I bought some new music this weekend.  It's good stuff.  You should do yourself a favor and check these lil nuggets out:

Peter Bradley Adams
New Matt Nathanson
Some new Ben Rector
James Vincent Morrow


Peace,
SRS

The baby sack

This is weird.  Just warning you now.  Get out while you can.  Last night was my friend Rutledge's bday.  We went to home team.  Will Klauber came.  Not until he sat down did I realize that he was wearing some type of sling/sack.  There was a lil tiny baby in it.  I was immediately fascinated.  I forgot that I was an unmarried/un dating 25 yr old and jumped into "what if I had a lil tiny baby?"  First off, my ultimate dream is to be a stay at home mom when I am older and much more mature.  I could tote that lil baby anywhere in that sack.  On the boat, to the beach, social outings.  She literally just chilled in the sack the whole entire dinner.  In a loud bar.  Perfect.  Just my style.  I mean, it looks pretty cool and trendy if you ask me.

I would rock a cool one like so:


Then I thought about twins.  Oh dear.  Then I got totally grossed out when I saw this:

Twins will be a definite no go.  That pic gives me major heebeejeebees.  Two at once.  All up in your grill.  Ain't happening.   I mean, I could handle one in the little kangaroo pouch, but 2 is a crowd.  And she looks kinda scary.  Sorry this is weird, but I have been thinking about it ... Just planning ahead..   DON'T JUDGE. 

Get down on it,

SRS

Day 4

Its day 4.  Everyone is still alive and accounted for here at the Dodds household.  Its been fun.  I will be honest.  I am tired.  The one that I am responsible for is one social little human being.  I thought that I did a lot.  I pale in comparison to Ben Dodds.  There are smelly/sweaty middle school boys everywhere.  I mean everywhere.  Either they are here, or there, or on the way here or on the way there.  It smells like the old Wando locker room.  Last night, Ben and I went to dinner.  It just so happened that we had to pick up one of his many friends.  As soon as the friend got in, one of my worst nightmares occurred .  I immediately smelled one of my least favorite smells in the entire universe.  AXE.  If you haven't smelled it, just imagine a middle school boys cologne/body wash/deodorant all in one.  I haven't smelled it since I was a middle school leader.  It kinda smells like Abercrombie & Fitch. (You know how you can smell A&F halfway down King St and then you run as fast as possible the other way??)  Any who, we went to dinner.  I was exhausted just starting some convos up.  The friend was not a big talker, but he eventually came around.  Plus he kept calling me mam, which I corrected him every time.   Won't be having any "mamming" around here.  Last night, 3 middle school boys spent the night.  I had to peel them away from the video games late in the night to only find them a few hours later (in the unmentionable hours) talking about their "sick nasty" fantasy football team and some girls.  Seriously.  I feel like I am back in 1998 at Moultrie Middle.  (Should have asked them to play MASH or something)  I had to regulate with some empty threats...  but I tricked them pretty good.  Finally, all in the house was sleeping and my gray hairs began to recede... I hope.

So needless to say, I was a bit sluggish today.  Little irritable, but didn't punch anyone, so I think we are good.  I got to eat breakfast with the Caroline Senf, who just so happens to be one of my all time favorite people in the world.  No exaggerations there.  For once.  If you can, say a prayer for her granddad.  I also got some good insight this afternoon from another one of my favs.  Learned a lot of lil nuggets of info that I need to sort out.  I will get back to that later.  That's all I've got for today.  I think I am going on a lil walk about with my new music.  Ahhh.  Sounds good to me.

Get down on it,

SRS

PS-Robbie Dodds cooked supper Sunday night.  One of the best rib eyes I have ever, ever, ever had.  Boy has some talent with the meat.

On being a bad *ss

Sometimes I will be riding in my car.  Listening to stellar music.  Feeling pretty good.  About myself and other random things.  If the mood is right, then I can feel pretty bad a.. Then some dingle dong does something dumb such as: swerving in front of me, cutting me off or making me get the tank off of cruise control.  Now in my everyday habitat I am usually pretty conservative, nice, cordial and caring. (sorry to toot my own horn there..)  But when someone wrongs me on the road... it can get dirty.  On the road I feel like I can do whatever i want... maybe bc no one is watching.  So sometimes if they make me really, really mad I may give them the finger (only on special occasions), but only if they aren't looking at me because if they saw it I would feel absolutely terrible.  I know. I'm sorry.  Its bad.  I usually say something mean to them even though they have no idea.  So today that happened.  After I gave them the sign, which they weren't even looking at me, I started feeling pretty good about myself..  I'm sure there is something really wrong with that.  Then I realized that my front windows are pretty tinted and even if they wanted to see, there is no way they can.  My coolness was instantly deflated on the spot.  All those times I felt cool.  Gone.   the glory days are over...

Day 1

Today was day 1 of 8 of staying with the Dodds boys.  So far so good.  Everyone is alive and accounted for.  Thanks to technology I can stalk them. Right now I am sitting on the couch.  I just happened upon the Notebook.  Right at the best scene. He is rowing her in a pristine row boat.  That just so happens upon a flock of pristine white geese.  Coincidence?  I think not.  Then a perfect romantic rainstorm appears from nowhere.  They happen to fight in the middle of the storm, she gets to kiss Ryan Gosling and then we all no what happens.  Very realistic.  Gets me every time.  I mean, who doesn't get rowed around in a beautiful boat with beautiful geese, an extremely cute man (who builds stuff) and an impromptu rainstorm?  I mean it happens all the time...  Right?  Not so much.  On commercials, I am flipping to some Kenny Chesney concert where he is playing in a nasty tank top.  I can't delve into this one just yet.  I just don't get it.  Any who, lets move on.  Today I helped the Sutherlands move.  It was hot.  And sweaty.  I broke a nail big time.  But it was good.  Great to see them in a really cool house.  So I have been pretty artsy lately.  Lulie's show Thursday night was a good one.  Last night I went to Sarah White's art show on Broad St. and it was really cool.  Then I got to eat at Oak, which is pretty stinking awesome.  But here's the deal.  I am about to get real so stop reading if you need to.  Whenever I eat at real nice restaurants I somehow get kinda sick later in the night.  If you know what I mean...  Well during dinner (which was incredibly delish) I kept praying that all would be well because we were going to Dock Street to see Caroline in South Pacific.  Dinner was so good.  We get to the play.  All is well.  Then at about scene 4 I started to feel not awesome.  But I have strong will power so all was good.  Plus you can't leave until intermission.  Old people everywhere guarding the doors.  I began to get nervous.  Counting the minutes until intermission I was planning my discreet escape.  Intermission finally made its way into my life and I was out of there lickity split.  Sorry if this is bad to talk about.  Luckily I was fine after that, but it got me thinking.  I am not destined to be rich and enjoy fine dining.  It just doesn't treat me well.  I don't know those people do it every night.  Maybe they have conditioned themselves.  I guess I will never know.  Oh well.  So that was random, but it's all I've got.

Now Noah/Ryan Gosling is yelling at her, but he is a really cute yeller.  I mean, I would let him yell at me...  This movie used to make me cry.  Its not working now.  Dag.  Peace out.

She's Blossomed

That's right.  Lulie Martin is big time now.  Last night was Lulie's first big solo art show in Charleston!  One of the Girl Palace originals has hit it.  It was so cool to walk in and see all of Lulie's work hanging beautifully on all of the walls.  Its so fun to see how she has totally come into her own.  I remember the days of her painting in our garage and us begging her for stuff... maybe we accidentally still beg, but that's not important.  Plus her family came, who I absolutely adore.  Its like a bunch of lil Lulie's running around and they are all so cute.  As you know, I am not too artsy, but I think I held my own..   Seriously, she did an awesome job.   Here are a few pics:

So proud of you Lu!!  

Full Circle

Last night I got to eat dinner and hang with three of my favorite people.  As I was sitting there I realized just how small the word is and that my little world has come somewhat full circle in a way.  At the table, I was sitting there, just thinking.  There i was next to one of my best friends from high school.  Across from me was one of my best friends from college/out of college.  And in the middle was a woman who has invested so so so much time/love/care in all 3 of us separately.  Never would I have imagined that my 2 friends(that I full out love) would become friends with each other.  Not for any bad reasons, just that they were my friends in basically 2 separate worlds.  I can't begin to tell you how thankful I am for each of them and I am so thankful that they have become friends.  You see, they have formed a friendship through Christ and they are both walking something out with their moms that I can't even begin to imagine.  They are unbelievable.  I was just sitting there listening to them describe things and I kept thinking that there was no way in the world that I would be able to do that.  No way.  They do it with such grace that I know that it can only come from one place.  They make me want to be a better person actually.  I haven't told them this (because I am a prideful chicken), but they are heroes to me.  No doubt about it.  They are walking out the unimaginable and they are seeking out the Lord in all of it.  The good, the bad and the ugly.  It is so cool to see how God is using each of them.  I just kept thinking of how thankful I am that they have each other to share stories with because as hard as I could try to understand-I don't fully understand what its like.  I am just thankful to get to walk alongside of them and call them my friends.  So I don't know why I am writing this, but it has just been on my heart all morning.  So there you have it.  That's all I've got.

SRS

In my dreams

I would be in this band playing these two songs.  I love them. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j3CqR_m6NO0&feature=relmfu

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_fcPfaMpSeE

Overkill?

I was behind this car on my way to meet the Chris Simon for lunch today.  You may not be able to see, but all of those stickers are about Jesus coming back. Get ready they say.  Now I know where I will be heading when that does happen... Hopefully.  But, my gosh.  It makde me a lil scared.  Nervous.  Anxious.  All of the above.  Stressed me out.  Sometimes those kind of stickers wig me out.  So I causally shot past them in the next lane while giving them the death glare.  I mean who wants to learn about following Jesus when they read a sticker that says he's coming for you... Like he's a sniper or something.  I like to rock the "Yea God, Boo Devil" personally.  Little less in your face... Just my opinion.  Don't be offended...

Get down on it,

SRS