People of Whole Foods: The Buffet

No body take offense. Thank you.

Whole Foods.  So much to say here.  I both love and hate the Whole Foods.  Here is what I love: its like an ice box in there, the fruit is beautiful (like for real.  I want to buy it just because it makes me happy to look at), the pizza, the sandwiches and 2 of the cashiers.  Here is what I hate:  All of the herbal stuff (because it smells and I have not a damn clue what any of it is), the magazines, and the crappy feeling I get shopping there.  I am just not a Whole Foods girl.  I wish I was, but I am not.  I'm sure this is all me, but I'm always feeling a little judged in there.  Like the people somehow know that I would rather be eating at Boulevard Diner.  Let me move on to today's point.

The Hot Bar/Salad Bar.  At first I am always deceived.  I think to myself, "Self, you can do this.  You too can be one of these people here at the hot bar."  And then reality sets in.  People swarm the bar and panic sets in.  Sometimes I feel like a tribute in the Hunger Games making a dash for the cornucopia... I happened to be there at feeding time the other night.  Terrifying.  I picked up my earth friendly box and began constructing my healthy dinner.  Right off the bat I felt like an inconvenience.  I had to borrow the salad tongs from a lady with zero patience.  I dropped some spinach in the romaine.  Dear Lord I'm a sinner.  I thought the lady was going to swallow me whole.  Then I move along down the trough.  All I want is some shredded butternut squash (never thought I'd say that).  So I was waiting for the lady in front of me to finish her business.  I get some squash and go to drop the excess back in the trough. Apparently that is not protocol.  I got the look of death from granola girl next to me.  Sorry, I can't eat 3 lbs of squash.  I will die.  I move along.  I tried to count out some chick peas.  Don't want to over due it.  My body isn't used to all this roughage and I don't want to over load it here..  I get to the meat.  I parcel out some turkey.  And put 2 back. Sorry, that adds like 3 dollars to my box...  Once again I get disgusted looks.  I decide to get some orzo.  I felt like I had 20 people waiting for me to finish.  I couldn't get exactly what I wanted because I felt like I was majorly inconveniencing the line that had amassed behind me.  Then I made my way around the corner.  I spotted tofu.  I am not a tofu gal. But, against my core beliefs, I tried one.  Yes.  I stole a cube of tofu off of the salad bar.  I tried to be sneaky as I popped the cube of who knows what into my mouth.  Only to turn and see two men staring at me.  Oops?  Boy was I sorry. I thought I may die on the spot.  There was nothing to wash it down with. I once again confirmed my carnivorous love.  I move along.  To the cheese and dressing.  Finally, something I know!  I am pretty sure I am the only person who eats from the cheese on the bar. It is always full and I always feel judged when I add my cheese.  Same with the dressing.  The dressing is what seals the deal here.  I need it in order to actually eat what is below it.  I feel like such a salad fake.  A greens wannabee.  And then the reality sets in that I'm not a Boulevard Diner.  Or Mozzo.  Nope. I'm eating greens and legumes.  And other things that I am not even sure what they are called.  And then disappointment washes over and I in turn resent the hot bar/ salad bar and its people.  Whole Foods shame sets in.  And I exit.  With my $10 salad...


 

Well put

"God’s love takes us on journeys we do not wish to go, by roads we do not want to travel, to take us to places we do not want to leave." ~ Ashley Null

I stole this from my boy Steve Wood's FB page.  Going to be bold here and say that is the truth.  Almost every learning experience I have had as of late has been unwanted, unplanned, less than pleasant and a little scary.  But, the oddest part is that I wouldn't call a redo.  (I can't believe I'm saying that..)  I've learned a lot. More than I even know.  I have been learning a shiz ton about grace, truth and time.  And how they all work together.  (I happen to be co leading a study on it... so I have actually tried to apply it to myself and it has been a little harder than I once perceived).  But, it's real.  We need grace.  We need truth.  And time is a must.  Transformation isn't even a possibility unless it is powered by grace.  Truth (my least favorite) is necessary and basically gives us some direction.. And time.  It makes it happen.  You can't rush it.  We need it.  They all work together when you let them.  Are you a grace person? (If we hang a lot then you most likely are) Or are you more truth? (We probably don't see as much of each other.. but I'm working on it)  I think it would be real.ly cool to end up being a good mix of both.  How's that?  Good. That's what I'm shooting for.  That's all I've got for today.

Bring on the fall.  Get er done.

Get down on it,
SRS

Little chuckle for today

Backstreets Back

Welcome to today's ramblings... Eject now
I have been singing some old school backstreet boys all day.  And people, I have an announcement.  I think Sarah Sass is back.  Where have I been?  Many places.  Neither here nor there.  But, one things is for damn sure- I have not been myself.  This whole grief deal has been royally kicking my ass, but I feel different today. I'm not saying that its all over and I am back to normal.  Far from it.  I'm saying that I feel more myself today than I have in 8 months and I'll take it.  (this could be the lunch time mimosas talking)

I love this weather.  Colder.  Rainy.  Today I got to wear a long sleeve t shirt without sweating(although I spilled all over it at lunch..).  I got to cruise around in my new car (which I adore 100%).  I got to completely rock out to good music.  Windows down.  Seat warmer on.  New backwards hat.  Total bliss.  That my friends is the version of myself that I love.  I haven't felt myself in a long, long, long time.  I could feel it in the ole heart.  Hence why I was singing backstreets back...  Any who.  Just thought you should know.  I'm sure we could have a crash and burn sometime soon, but it's good to know the old self is still in there:)

I had another thought today.  I thought about how I love people.  Not in the sense of loving on people.  But in the sense of I just absolutely love the people I know.  Maybe not everyone all the time...  But, I have just been surprised/overwhelmed/thankful by people lately.  I don't know if it was because last week was my birthday or what.  I am 100% blessed to know the greatest people on the planet.  For real.  In our bible study we have been learning how we were made to be relational/in community.  I LOVE that.  I love that we get the chance to do that.  So thank you to the people.  I love you.  If I tackle you its out off pure joy.  Just walk it off.  Stay classy.

Clear eyes, full hearts,

SRS 

Confessions of a Shopaholic and some extras

Before we get started.  I have a nerdy confession.  You know when you are a little kid and you get a present you really like?  You kind of refuse to put it down.  You may even sleep in it?  Are you tracking with me here?  Yeah, well this girl, the self proclaimed shopaholic in prissy boot camp changed into pajamas last night to begin her 1 millionth episode of Gossip Girl (Prissiness transformation also includes tv shows).  While in my pj's I decided to leave my new, super cool, super stylish, super loved, super surprise present necklace on while watching gossip girl in my polar bear pjs.  I felt very posh..  I honestly kept staring at it because it really is cool.  (I'm pretty sure Serena on Gossip Girl would wear it...) Any who I woke up with it on today... hahah.  Yall may have created a monster...

Any ways, I have 2 nuggets for you today on this Thursday.  Here is the first one.  I LOVE THIS QUOTE.  I also think it is 100% true.  Roar on.

Here is #2.  I am an avid reader of Donald Miller's blogs.  I may also have an Internet crush on him.  My motto is always crush from a distance...  He wrote a blog today that basically validated many of my thoughts.  It's about not taking social cues from your peers and yada yada yada.  I have a lot of friends that are older than I am and for some reason never knew why except that they are all pretty much badasses and awesome. (Power to the moms)(And not moms) And they love me really well and hopefully that helps me to be a better person.  Don't get me wrong, I love all of my friends.  Sometimes slash lots of times its good to have older friends because they tend to give good advice.  Or honestly, they see the bigger picture and can subtly or not subtly help you to be the person that you or God wants you to be (Getting deep here..)  Sometimes the Donald just speaks my language.  I will leave you with two excerpts that I think are important.  You should check out his blog sometime. 

 

"Instead of taking social cues from people your age, take cues from people ten and twenty years older than you."

 

"Because the sooner you can relate to their priorities, the sooner you’ll be ready for the next stage of your life. I’m in my late thirties but I’m more interested in hanging out with people who are retired. What’s it teaching me? It’s teaching me that what ultimately matters later in life are friendships, family and love. In matters of faith, what they value most is not theological debate, but closeness with Jesus and unity with other believers."

 

 

Stay cool,

Make some friends,

Lil fashionista

Confessions of a shopaholic wannabe

Shopping.  I have never been a fan unless it involved guns, fishing, hunting etc..  Until lately.  On stressful days I find myself perusing the Internet high way.  Sometimes just looking.  Sometimes I am dumping stuff in my online cart.  I let it sit there for days and then if I still have the urge, I pull that trigger.  It gives me some type of amazing satisfaction.  I'm sure that's how drugs work, but shopping is probably a better way to go.  Or, I could liken shopping to mimosas.  When you get a good mimosa going- there is just no better thing(Sometimes day drinking just does the trick).  I have been feeling the same way with shopping. (You probably think hell hath frozen over).  Today, on my lunch break I scooted downtown.  I had some errands to run on King St so I figured I would try my hand at actual live shopping.  It was beautiful out.  I was with a friend.  And it was fun.  Our time was limited, so I think that helped.  Mimosas would have made it even better, but I try to limit those to special occasions..

I got to make a special stop today too for a little bday surprise.  Just adding to my prissiness.  We are now at about 12% prissy, but on the rise...  So excited.  So here I am to say- I am giving shopping a second chance.. 

Sincerely,
the fashionista.