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#213, or Adventures in New Adventures!

Things are a-changin’ !

Time to get excited y’all!

Tonight I’m debuting my new secret project in all of it’s secret project glory. Check out Fit . Laugh . Love , my new blog site.

I’ve been really torn about the direction I’ve wanted to go with my blogging and where I’m taking it all. So torn, in fact, that I started a second blog to share random thoughts about…things. I kept looking at my two setups thinking about how discombobulated it all was. One of my favorite bloggers writes often about how bloggers should never, under any circumstances, start a second blog. Do one and do it well.

So that’s my focus. Writing a blog and doing it well and oh yea – being passionate about it. I realized that some of my favorite posts here have been about eating right and working out. I feel proud and I always want to share what I know with others to maybe inspire them to make some little fit life changes too. I really love the new site I’ve built and I hope that you all do too.

But I’m sure you’re dying to know what will become of this blog. Well, it won’t get lost in the world and the journey will continue on. My hilarious parents will be jumping in as guest authors indefinitely, taking on the task of writing about their happiness daily. Guess what, parents? It’s not as easy as it sounds šŸ˜‰ and be sure not to run over your internet quota out there!

This particular post is a lovely story of new beginnings. A new blog beginning for me. A new beginning/awakening in this blog. Here is to a new blog life for me and a new life to this one. Hurray!

Oh, and welcome, mom and dad, glad to have you here!

Did I mention that you should check out Fit . Laugh . Love ?


#212, or Bowling with my Parents, or Fun and Secrets

Don’t judge me but I totally pulled something in my back while bowling with my parents tonight. Yea, I’m a winner. I’m sure it has to do with my horrible form (I suck at bowling) but I’ll just pretend it’s related to some outside source that’s just really not my fault at all.

I’m incredibly tired today and the games seemed to be going longer than anyone was used to but it was still nice to do something a little different during the week. Ā Also, on account of being all grown-uppy, I of course don’t live with my parents so it’s nice to have some time to hang out with them.

I also happen to be excited about a new top secret project. It’s so top secret that no one knows what it is because I am going to surprise the woooooorld. This is funny because I say this and then it’s going to be this totally boring project that makes everyone go “Uuhhh… was that it?”

So hmm, maybe I shouldn’t have told you I have a secret project. Maybe if I don’t tell you, you’ll be more excited by way of complete surprise.

Okay, so forget what I said about the top secret project. That never happened. Just focus on the bowling.


“Happiness is a conscious choice, not an automatic response.” Mildred BarthelĀ 

I don’t know. Happiness seems to be pretty automatic when I eat chocolate. That’s just pure science.

#175, or Camera Day, or I Need to Recharge the Battery Now

I started the day attempting self portraits – got that in.

Then I took my camera to church to get some photos.

Then I went out to the battlefield to do a photo shoot with Holly and Ben.

Then I took some photos of my parents.

Then I started a couple of edits.

Damn, yo. It was camera day.

Taking pictures at the church was quite an experiment because the lighting varies so much in every part of the building. The front of the sanctuary is lighted differently than the back which has different lighting than the balcony which has different lighting than the foyer which has different lighting than the fellowship hall.

It was an experiment in fully understanding the settings on my camera for sure.

Meandering out in the battlefield with Holly and Ben was fun because the lighting was gorgeous and the barren trees made for a really fun background. My first photo edit from their shoot today is probably one of my top five favorite photos I’ve taken so far (check out my Twitter feed to the right, there’s a link to the image in one of my latest tweets). I got some fairly adorbz photos of the two of them staring into each others’ eyes. Sometimes lovingly. Oh and Holly, you were really comfortable in front of the camera so you best be expecting that I’ll be stealing you for more fun photo shoots so long as you’re my friend. I have just made you my own personal go-to model. You win.

My parents took me out to dinner tonight too but not before a solid 10 minutes or so of awkward photo-taking. My parents do not particularly enjoy being in front of the camera. They’re not very willing subjects but they lived through it. That’s probably why they had beer at dinner – to wash away the trauma of being in another mini photo shoot of mine.

Overall, even though my migraine has lasted through the day, I feel like today was successful. I took around 1300 photos (at least 5 of which are decent), got to see my parents (thanks for dinner!) and got my homework done at a decent time. Awesomesauce.

I didn’t get to work on my cardboard monsters though so that will be my weekday project this week. Monsters raaah!

“The grand essentials of happiness are: something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.” Allan K. Chalmers

Hmm… Do. Love. Hope. I like that. That should be a sign. Like a physical sign, not a metaphorical sign.

#161, or a Clean House, or Let’s Try Backdating Eh?

Okay so for the record – I thought about posting this. Then I thought I did post. Then I realized that was the previous day and I was a crazy person. So, this is what I thought about posting yesterday. And this is my introduction to backdating things. I decided I can do that because this is my blog and I make the rules. If you have a problem with that you can take it up with the owner. Oh wait, that’s me. You lose.

Moving on.

Yesterday we cleaned up. The house wasn’t really all that messy – just hadn’t had a good wipe down since the move. We stillĀ  have some boxes to unpack upstairs but things are mostly organized.

We took some time (David, against his will to be sure) to sweep, vacuum, Windex, Lysol, etc. It was only about an hour of cleaning but the difference in the house was easy to see. And really, vacuuming a rug really does make a huge difference. But don’t tell my parents I said that on account of the years I spent as a teenager insisting vacuuming is stupid. I don’t blame teenage Sabrina. She doesn’t really care if there’s fuzzy things on the carpet.

Fuzzy carpet things won’t kill her. Plus, she’s got important things to do like shopping, avoiding homework, and calling boys. She doesn’t have time to vacuum.

Although I suspect if we ever actually do get a dog, I will have to kick this habit up a notch.

I totally understand why people have cleaning services though. When you’ve got your whole life going on, the last thing you want to do is sweep/vacuum. It seems entirely too tedious.

And I’m sure my parents appreciate visiting a clean house too. Not that they would care unless it got craaaazy in there but still. I bet they drove away talking about how delightful our house is now that it’s all unpacked and how fresh and clean it was.

Yes. This is what they did. I’m sure of it.


#143, or Dinner with my Parents, or Also – I Got me Some Cookies!

It’s mere hours from Christmas Eve Eve and I am certain that you are as excited as I am. I’m working on Christmas Eve Eve which is less than ideal but it’s certainly better than working on Christmas Eve and/or Christmas so I think I’ll live.

Tonight I was treated to dinner by my darling parents at their favorite restaurant. We had some unhealthy appetizers, some beer, and some silly conversation. It was a nice break from my usual mundane weekdayness and since David is basically just a figment of my imagination this season thanks to his job in e-retail it’s nice to have some company.

My parents are pretty cool people. I might be saying that because I think it’s true. I might be saying that because they read my blog and Christmas is right around the corner. Take your pick. Tonight we learned that the restaurant doesn’t understand the difference between their own sauces and I learned that they probably make all of said sauces with Frank’s Red Hot.

You should really work on your own recipe. Just a thought.

To top it all off, I got a surprise gift on my way home! We live in David’s parents’ basement and they live in a gated community. Since we aren’t technically residents we have to go through the visitor gate every time we come in. Saleem, one of the security guards is basically my best friend. Today he mentioned I was coming in late and I agreed – we momentarily discussed that my fiance’s parents live in the complex, and he said he had a gift for me. He pulls out a giant box of chocolatey cookies.


I said thank you and he told me that I was always so pleasant and positive and that he loved the message I was spreading with my license plate (it says be happy) and thanked me.


See people, this positivity thing really does pay off. Some people have told me that I’m silly for my optimism but guess what people? You can go screw yourselves because my happiness is frigging epic. My joy spread to a complete stranger that opens the security gate. You can continue thinking I’m ridiculous and/or naive all you want because it’s moments like this that make me happy to be cheesy, goofy, silly, giggly, and optimistic me.

In your face, naysayers. In. Your. Face. No chocolate cookies for you.

#136, or New Return Address Labels, or New Home Soon (Again)

I know what you’re thinking “Damn, you’re moving again?!”

The short of it is yes. But in awesome world this time is for good reasons. Moving out of our decrepit apartment when we found David was sick was necessary but very rushed and not very fun. It turned out for the better because living in his parents basement is about 14 times nicer than the craphole we were living in before. I’m grateful to them for offering up their home and their support when David needed it most.

And now, things are looking up. David has been home from his month of treatment for almost two months now, he is still going through some but is way back on his feet, and we’re putting our lives back in order. We are also incredibly blessed to have amazing friends and family willing to offer support and good things.

So we’re getting a house. Sort of. We’re moving into a house (hey Steve you should just give us your house – yes?) and I couldn’t be more excited. We still plan on some day making it into the city but for now this awesome four bedroom, two car garage suburban delight will do just wonderfully. We are getting back on our feet and in a spectacular way. A house! A friggen house! We get to decorate it and put stuff in it and the like. It’s not the shotty hole in the wall we used to live in – it’s a real live house that’s nice!

We’ve been out and about looking at bathroom vanities, rugs, tiles, all sorts of exciting house things. This. Walking through Home Depot with my sweetheart talking about the best vanity for the bathroom. This is when I had a moment where I was reminded that we will be married in less than a year. We felt marriagey talking about totally mundane things but it was mundane thingsĀ  for our space and it was nice.

I get really excited about all cheesy things in the universe. Today the return address labels for our new house came in the mail (kudos to Vistaprint because I definitely ordered them Monday) complete with two adorable owls and festive colors. I look forward to sending copious amounts of mail from the two of us in our new cozy home. Yay owl things.

Also, I hung out at my parent’s house on a weekday baking brownie bite things for the work pot luck tomorrow. It’s nice to step out of the norm of the usual weekday grind and hang out somewhere familiar sometimes.

Tomorrow is Friday! Let’s get excited people! Jeans at work day is the best day of the work week!! One shift stands between me and a weekend. Let’s get it started!





Attack drills!

#102, or Mom Got a Turkey, or Not The Kind of Turkey She Wanted but Still a Turkey

As my dad was occupado again this week and could not assist the bowling team (the infamous Pinguins), I stepped in to save the day. I bowled a 77 and an 87. Go ahead, try and tell me 7 isn’t my lucky number – cuz you’re wrong. 7 is all up in my bizznasss.

So we were under the impression – based on the poor signage from the bowling alley – that if you got a strike in frame 3, 6, OR 9 during the 2nd or 3rd game then you win a turkey. I thought, well hey, that’s a really odd configuration for a game but why not give it a go.

During the 2nd game, both Beth and my mom got a strike in frame 6. We cheered, we were excited, we congratulated them on their turkey. Come to find out later, it’s not 3, 6, OR 9. It’s 3, 6, AND 9. Oops. Although, this makes much more sense. A turkey, in bowling terms, is 3 consecutive strikes.

Tonight, in frames 6, 7, and 8 of game 2 – my mother got a strike. So maybe my mother didn’t get a real live turkey but she got a bowling turkey instead! She was shooting for a turkey and she probably didn’t know that she already got one!

So this made me happy because my mom was excited, she was kicking butt, and I got to hang out and drink some beer. Oh and 2/3 people on the team we were playing didn’t show up so the game went rather quick.

I think my favorite parts though were the following 3 things: 1) my mother saying we all needed to do a pinguin high-five (yea, it’s as ridiculous as it sounds), 2) my mother saying she was a chicken and making a chicken noise, 3)telling my mom we were playing for a turkey and her following it up with a turkey noise and facial expression slash body movement.

Sometimes… people wonder why I’m such an odd duck.

Then they meet my parents and the questions suddenly fade away…

I’m so happy because today I found my friends – they’re in my head.” Kurt Cobain

Such truth, Kurt. Such truth.