i'm pretty sure i have a perma-booger.

it just keeps happening. every time i talk to someone or even look at them, they wipe their nose. every time. i considered the whole paranoid scenario. like when you have a zit on your nose and you feel as if every single person is staring right at it. but no, it doesn't fit. there is just was no way that many people would wipe their nose when they saw me. conclusion: i must have a perma-booger.

joe.

he was one of the best men i have ever known.


i will miss you.

i'm going to the byu v. u game today and i'm scared.

and no, not because i think my cougs will disappoint. i'm afraid of myself and the words that might come out of this mouth. go back about 3 years. it was byu v. u home game in provo. sadly the red team was beating us by quite a bit at the half. my spirits were low so we decided to re-energize with some delish stadium food. as we walked to the hotdog line, a rather large man dressed in red from head to toe (yes he was even wearing one of those stupid red fake hair hats that really should be banned), came up to me. with a smirk on his face he asked, "um, do you know what the score is?" and then it happened, a moment i will always regret. i threw back a quick - "um, are you fat?" yep, that's what i said. and he was fat. really fat. and his fat face turned from a smurk to a fat sad puppy face and i am pretty sure i will go to hell for what i said. i promise i will be better this game. or at least try...

drop it like it's hot.

it's that time of year. winter is coming and pretty soon all we'll want to do is cuddle up next to a warm fire, sip hot cocoa and watch all the latest redbox flicks. it's always a desperate search to find that special body to keep you company during these hybernation months. BUT don't fret. i believe i have found a way to secure that perfect winter lover. i was first introduced to this maneuver by one of my students in the fiji islands. her final move is really the clincher. it works every time. promise.

it's official.

i moved here.



live here.



work here.

i want my ex-boyfriend back.

i'm training for a triathlon and could really use a little help on my breaststoke. michael, i want you back.


and if you wouldn't mind wearing this suit while we train, that would be great. xoxo.

my name is sarah and i'm a swearoholic.

it's all this b***** fault -



she made it look so cute and funny. now i can't say anything without adding a little "ask" here and sh** there. i'm checking myself into potty mouth rehab tomorrow.