August 16, 2011


Filed under: Goals — by Sarah H @ 10:03 pm
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I’m a very impatient person. I start things and, if there are not immediate results, I quit. I have done this with many a diet, many a workout plan, many a project. My family and boyfriend have learned from many an experience that when I say I’m going to do a long term project or diet, that they’ll be happy to believe me once they see the results. Which isn’t often. So I need some help.

I am setting a goal for myself. I want to run the Central Florida Warrior Dash 2012. This run is the weekend of January 21/22. I have 5 months to get in shape, run more, and eat better to prepare for this 3 mile run(I know what you’re thinking, 3 miles? That’s it? And you need to train?? Well let me tell you, I am THAT out of shape). So this is my call to help with my accountability. I need a lot of encouragement and help with this, as like I stated before, I’m not very patient. I want results now. By January, I’m hoping to:

  • Lose 15-20 pounds
  • Eat at least 1 day vegetarian a week.
  • Be able to run 3 miles non-stop

I will update once a week on my progress for anyone who is interested or wants to help me out. Right now, I’ve never eaten vegetarian in my life, so if anyone has any tips or yummy recipes, I’m all ears! Thanks to anyone who helps me through this journey!


August 8, 2011

About me

I told myself when I started this blog that I would not force myself to write. I would need to feel it and once I felt the urge, I would write what I felt. Not that I think anyone besides my friend A reads this thing, but in case anyone does, that is why I do not write often. I am not a very interesting person, and do not do many interesting things in my life, so I probably will not update on a very regular basis.

I’m not even sure that I’m feeling inspired about anything in particular today, but I feel like writing.

I think today I’ll write a few facts about myself, in case I have more than 1 reader out there

1. My nail polish is ALWAYS chipped.

Without fail, you will always see me with chipped nail polish. For some reason, my nails have a complete aversion to being completely painted. I will paint my nails, and without fail, same day, they will chip. I’m not sure why, but it can be pretty annoying. I always look incomplete.

2. I’m obsessed with cupcakes(well…sweets in general)

Seriously. It’s become a huge problem. I bought a 12 pack of mini cupcakes last Wednesday during my lunch hour(2pm-3pm), they were all gone by 6pm. I did not share. I love cupcakes and love baking. I once even considered going to school to bake. I’ve asked my bosses to cut my lunch to 30 minutes because I get into too much trouble having an hour to go to one of the many cupcake shops around my work.

3. My current job has made me realize what I want my major to be

After close to 4 years in school(I took some time off here and there and wasted a lot of time and money my first few years), I have finally decided on a major and will FINALLY be getting my AA in the fall. I currently work in customer service for a retail company, and working on this end of the job has made me realize that I want to work on the other side. I am now a Marketing major and will be applying to the Marketing program in the Spring. I am hoping to also minor in either Spanish or Advertising. I haven’t decided…

4. I am a child of divorce

And I couldn’t be happier. I’ve never once wished my parents had stayed together, nor have I ever known them together. I feel very blessed to have an amazing step dad as well as an amazing biological dad. I don’t think that people are meant to be together just because they have a child, and I certainly don’t believe it’s always better to stay together for the kids. My parents were 2 people who had a child who didn’t belong together. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

5. I’m not an outdoor person

I’m sorry, but given the choice of hiking or catching up on my DVR, I’m going to choose my DVR 9 times out of 10. I like the beach every so often, though due to my fair skin, I am unable to go to the beach for more than a few hours at a time, and like to go in my pool, but again, usually only outside for about an hour. My idea of “roughing it” is being without cable for a few hours or camping in a pop up camper that has air conditioner and a comfy bed.

So that’s me. I’m sure everything I’ve written here the 1 person who reads my blog already knows, but just in case you stumble across this and you don’t know me, welcome. I’m Sarah-too-boring-for-a-blog.


July 19, 2011


Filed under: Creativity,lies — by Sarah H @ 4:02 pm
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Do you remember when you were little and you used to set up domino mazes, where each domino would fall, causing the one behind it to fall, so on and so forth? Life is a set of domino mazes.

It’s funny that when you look back on a series of events, you can see how they all affect each other, kindof like dominoes. I’ll start from the beginning. I had a friend, K, come visit me this weekend, wanting to ensure she had a good time, we drove out to Naples, which is about an hour away. On our way back from Naples the next day, I got a flat tire (down goes domino 1). Flat tires are never fun. I’m the queen of them. In the 8 years I’ve been driving, I’ve had 6 flat tires. I’m not sure why I always get them, but I was very grateful for the good Samaritan that stopped and helped K and I change it. This was on Sunday. On Monday, during my lunch break at work, I went to my boyfriend’s brother’s shop to get the tire changed. I left for lunch about 10 minutes later than usual (down goes domino 2). I got the tire changed and also had them check the brakes, this took an extra 20 minutes (domino 3). Once that was done, I drove back to work. Being that I had my right turn coming up to turn onto the street my work is located, I got into the right lane, in front of a white car (domino 4). Had I waited and got behind him, things would have turned out very differently. As we were both turning onto the street my work is located, an ambulance needed to cross the street to get to our side (domino 5). I pulled to the side of the road, as I have been taught to let an ambulance through, and that’s when it happened, the big domino, domino 6. I was rear ended by the car behind me, also trying to get to the side of the road. Let’s review:

  • Domino 1: Had I not driven to Naples, my tire may have lasted a few extra days which would have saved me from…
  • Domino 2: Having to leave work during my lunch, and had I not left 10 minutes later than usual, I would not have ended up having to go to the shop or arriving when I did which means…
  • Domino 3: I would not have had my brakes checked, which added 20 minutes to my time at the shop. Had I not had my brakes checked, I would have been on the road 20 minutes earlier and not had to get in front of…
  • Domino 4: The white car. This white car was not happy to let me in, but did oblige. Had I waited and gotten behind him instead of in front of him, he would not have hit me. Which leads to…
  • Domino 5: The ambulance. This ambulance crossing the street inclined me to pull off to the side of the road, into the grass, where the white car also attempted to pull over, but probably due to the slickness of the grass was unable to brake as fast as he needed and…
  • Domino 6: He hit me.

Had any one of these items in the series of events gone a little differently, I would not have been hit. It’s funny that things that you do not realize in your life can make a huge difference. I’ve always loved the movie The Butterfly Effect, and after rehashing and remembering every detail from the last week, I’ve taken notice how each small, mundane piece of the last few days led to the big event. I’m ok, just a little sore, but it’s just funny how little things you don’t notice everyday really affect the things that happen in your life, big or small. I can sit here and analyze every single detail, obsess over what I could have done differently, but there’s no point. I can’t go back, I can’t change any of the dominoes that lead to the accident, I can only be grateful that I walked away with a sore neck and some cosmetic damage to my car.

You should see the other guy!

My poor car 😦

July 11, 2011

That dirty, 4 letter word.

Filed under: family,Growing Up,Life,Money — by Sarah H @ 10:20 pm
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I have a dirty, 4 letter word that I just can’t bring myself to say. Just thinking about this word, makes me shudder and want to run away(Ha, didn’t mean to rhyme there. I’m a poet). This 4 letter word brings a sour taste to my mouth.

The word, and I can’t believe I’m about to type it here, is HELP.

I’ve never been good at asking for help in any sort of situation. I don’t know why, but it’s hard for me to do. I try to solve situations all by myself, I don’t really ask for advice, and when something gets really tough, I just ignore it.

I have recently been very scared about my financial situation. I have this thing called a credit card problem. When I was younger, I didn’t believe that credit cards were real money and would constantly charge things I couldn’t afford. Fast forward to 4 years later, I’m still paying on a lot of the purchases I made. I’m a big believer in the theory: If you ignore a problem long enough, it will eventually go away. While using this solid and foolproof(sarcasm) method for as long I’ve had the credit card issue, I had finally reached my drowning point. I finally had to utter that dirty word. I asked for help. My dad has known for awhile that I have a substantial bit of credit card debt and about once a month, he asks me if he can help me. Up until last month, I would always tell him I was fine and brush off the subject, uncomfortable to talk about a situation I find incredibly embarrassing because it’s my own damn fault. Well, when the monthly question came about in June, I finally broke down and cried.

And I finally told him the extent of my financial dilemma.

And I finally asked for help.

I was so worried that he would be ashamed and be upset, but he just hugged me and told me it would be ok. It would work out, and he’d help me come up with a plan.

After finally admitting I had a problem, and that I needed *shudder* help, the second great thing happened: I got a raise and a promotion. I felt amazing about this because when I accepted I had a problem, and finally asked for that dirty 4 letter word, I received it. I realized I am not weak for having to ask for help, I am finally strong for being able to ask for help. Help is not a dirty word, it’s a word that is necessary in life. It’s ok to break down and ask for help. I don’t know if I will make this a habit, but I will definitely consider it a solution to my problems more often.

July 2, 2011

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June 20, 2011


Filed under: Judgement,Life — by Sarah H @ 10:28 pm
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I try not to think about it, but I think I’m judgmental. I watch people and the decisions they make and I judge them. And I think how I would do things differently. And I think about how I’m better for my choices. And then I stop, and I realize I’m doing it and it makes me upset at myself. Who am I to say that someone else’s life decisions aren’t correct? Lord knows I’ve made a ton of mistakes, made the wrong decision a time or 2. The worst part is, I don’t only do this about strangers, I do this about friends. And it makes me sick. Who am I to judge? I wish I didn’t do this. A lot of the time, I like to convince myself that it’s in their best interest. I like to tell myself that the reason I think these things is because I know what’s best. But I don’t. Again, who am I to think that I know anything more than anyone else. Starting today, I am going to make a conscious effort to stop judging. Until I walk a mile in someone else’s shoes, how should I know what is really going on and if maybe, just because I wouldn’t make the same choice, doesn’t mean that it’s wrong.

June 17, 2011


Filed under: Creativity,Poetry — by Sarah H @ 3:40 pm
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I used to write a lot. I would have a line of poetry floating in my head and it would swirl and swirl until I just had to write it down. And I would keep writing until I had a poem in front of me. Something that had taken life on paper and become a finished product.  I also used to paint. I was never very good, but when I was very upset about something, I would get the urge to paint. So I would, and by the time I was finished, I felt better and usually couldn’t even remember what I was upset about to begin with. I can’t really pinpoint when I stopped getting these creative bursts, but I miss them. That’s a big reason I decided to begin a blog. I’m hoping that by writing more regularly about my everyday life, I’ll get the urge to write creatively again or at least bring back some of the creativity I miss so much.

I went through and read my whole LiveJournal from high school the other night. It made me laugh to read all the things that were so important when I was 16, it’s funny to think about how much I’ve changed. It did make me miss a lot of things. How close and accessible everyone was in high school, all your best friends being within 5 minutes of you. How simple everything in my life was(This is definitely decided in retrospect. At the time, I felt everyday there was a new crisis. I was a very dramatic teenager). This is often where I would write down my poetry, I went through and read all the poems I wrote then. Granted, not all of them are winners, but there were a few that I couldn’t believe I had written them. I will leave you with one of my favorite poems that I have written. Hopefully, this whole blogging thing will get me writing or painting again.


I wear a mask of courage, I wear a mask of hope,

I wear all of these masks, so that I will stay afloat.

Floating in a sea of darkness, I feel that I will drown,

So the mask I wear the most, is the one without a frown.

Some people, they don’t like me, but I know they wear masks too,

Everyone has their masks. Everyone, even you.

So now the mask will come off, the mask that hides my pain,

And you will see something that I will try to explain.

For you see, I know not who I am, only what others want me to be,

So no more masks to hide my face, from now on I will be me.

June 14, 2011

Too Boring for a Blog

Filed under: First Post,Life — by Sarah H @ 7:31 pm
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I’ve always thought I was too boring to write a blog. That my words would hold no interest for anyone reading. Today, after many friends have suggested I try it, I have finally conceded. I, Sarah-Too-Boring-For-A-Blog, will now write a blog. So this is my life. These are my feelings. These are my thoughts. I’m a very non-confrontational person, so this may sometimes be where I vent about things I refuse to tackle head on in my real life. But this is The Story of Sarah.

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