Christian Hippie Foster Momma

Jacket - Old Navy Tank - Mossimo (Target) Jeans - from the swap last year! Shoes - Rack Room Happy Wednesday!

My most recent obsession is skydiving. It's something I have wanted to do as long as I can remember, so after I did my first tandem jump back in July, I was hooked! There's nothing to compare to the feeling of falling through the sky. It's like the whole world stops for a few minutes while you're doing something completely irrational, yet exhilarating. Skydiving has a special way of clearing your mind, too. When I'm in freefall, the only thing I'm thinking about is exactly what I'm doing at that moment. It's like hitting a reset button on my brain. When I hit the ground, it feels as though I'm just waking up. Everything is new again. Worries of the day don't return until I am miles away from the dropzone. It's really an exciting way to refocus. Another thing that "restarts" me is running. I'm an "unplugged" runner most of the time, so no iPod, no gps, no running buddies to talk with along the way. That's my...

I remember about 10 years ago, I felt like I never had a situation in my life where I really needed to trust God.  I know that sounds crazy.  Life wasn't perfect, don't get me wrong, but I just never remember having the conscious thought that I needed to just trust God's plan.  Maybe I was young, maybe I was stupid, maybe I just didn't have the relationship with God that I should have. Fast forward to now.  Here I am, about to turn 30 years old, having no clue what God's plan for me is.  Every time I think I know where God is leading or who God is leading me to, a door closes.  Some of those closed doors are harder to accept than others, but every time that happens I have a choice to make - do I wallow in disappointment or do I trust God's plan for me?  As silly as it sounds, wallowing in disappointment is often the choice I make, for a little while anyway. I am a planner.  I like to control the situations around me.  I am just now realiz...

Anyone need to lease a house in Irving?  My current tenants (who have been fabulous for the past almost-three years) are moving out on Saturday.  I had someone all lined up to take their place and I was pretty stinkin' excited about them, too.  Just seemed like really cool people.  Well, I'm sure they are still really cool people, but today (the day we were supposed to sign the lease and all that jazz) they let me know that they won't be able to do it. WAHHHHH!!  So, here I am, just chillin' in PANIC MODE. No, seriously, I can't even think straight at this point. So I think I'm gonna get some ads ready tonight.  And then eat all the chocolate I can find.  I don't especially like chocolate, but it just seems appropriate.

First of all, let me say that I really hope you read the title correctly and that you understand that I did not just tell people that I can't hold it when I have to pee.  Do not be confused. So, four months, eh?  It's been a while!  Tonight, while working on my skeleton of a website ( www.sarahofalltrades.com ) I thought, "hey, I can add a link to my blog!" So, I came on over here to my blog to get a little linky action going on, and... wow, I haven't said anything in four months.  Puh-thet-ic. Ya know what, though?  My life is not all that exciting... so I'll sum up.  In the past four months I have: made a bajillion pumpkin rolls, played the only ensemble role in a really campy musical, did my first stand-up comedy routine, laughed a lot, cried a lot, played a villian for a kid's superhero birthday party, made a tutu, wore a tutu, started taking ballet, applied for graduation, spent a whole weekend with six teenage girls, lost a few pounds via AdvoCar...

Well, I edited my last post after finding out that I give people too much benefit of doubt.  My brother called the other day to find out what happened and I was explaining how I didn't see any red flags this time, so that's why the whole thing scares me.  Then, I started to tell him about a few little things that made me uneasy, but I didn't really see them as flags.  I'm starting to realize, though, maybe that feeling in my gut is the red flag.  The moment I start to feel insecure - is that the point I need to say I'm done? About a month into dating this guy, someone used the word "boyfriend/girlfriend" about us and we hadn't used those terms  yet.  I kind of laughed and said, "So... are you my boyfriend now?"  What I envisioned to be a cutesy moment where we start using the title turned into a conversation that left me feeling uneasy about our relationship.  He spouted off things about how we needed to take it slow and I was so determined ...

So, in my previous post I talked about the guy who made my heart flutter.  Oh yes, he made it flutter an awful lot!!  And then... all of the sudden... he just wasn't into me.  It's interesting, I have the book "He's Just Not That Into You" as I am sure I have mentioned here before, and it really should be required reading material for girls who are dating.  Not everything in the book will line up with people's values, but the general concepts in the book are spot-on.  I pulled out that book about three weeks ago because I was having a weird gut feeling about the boy and wanted to see what the wise book said about my situation.  Seriously, that should be my first clue.  If I have to consult a book "He's Just Not That Into You" to determine what the guy is thinking, I should count that as good intuition and just start the healing process, right?  Well, the book was inconclusive - kind of - it was too early in my relationship to really tell if I sho...