tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24673739402704755702011-07-28T13:35:49.479-07:00sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08521633039967509964noreply@blogger.comBlogger681100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467373940270475570.post-39768511210840051142009-11-27T17:06:00.001-08:002009-11-29T20:57:24.006-08:00

Hey friends from the blog world! Time has come and I am saying goodbye to this blog. As I am starting my new career as a personal trainer, you can follow me here: fitmamacita.wordpress.com - I'll be sharing fitness tips and stories from the life as a trainer/mama! Thanks for reading all these years and please follow my new blog!! xoxo!

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08521633039967509964noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467373940270475570.post-46254267100253709222009-07-05T23:31:00.000-07:002009-07-06T00:02:11.765-07:00

the last few days have been on the emotional side. i have really grown to love Jack. Yes, you know, every mother "loves" their kiddo and I truly have loved my kid from the moment he showed up and was swaddled in my arms. I didn't have any specific attachment to him in the womb. I think it was almost like I had a parasite or an alien growing inside and then you give birth to it (ok, weird concept,

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08521633039967509964noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467373940270475570.post-59374258470937706572009-05-29T10:28:00.000-07:002009-05-29T10:49:48.128-07:00

well...I haven't blogged in basically a month because, well, the moments I have are minimal and consumed with other things. I miss blogging and think it will get better has time goes on, but for right now, they are probably going to be a once a month occurrence.I am sitting in Java Junction, just rocked Jackson to sleep in his car seat and hope he stays asleep long enough for me to finish this

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Over memorial day weekend, we had a Bacon family reunion. I had no idea what to expect. I went to one 21 years ago and all I remember is some cousin-like boy following me around and trying to kiss me. I think. Anyway, Mike, Jackson and I took the trek up to Alameda to visit some family.We arrive and had one heck of a time finding parking within the condo complex, but that's besides the point. Our

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08521633039967509964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467373940270475570.post-9024777346670770592009-05-01T09:28:00.000-07:002009-05-01T10:42:39.471-07:00

Ok, I have about 25 seconds to blog before Jackito wakes up and asks politely to be fed. Hmm...what do I blog about? Swine Flu (H1R1 or whatever the politically correct name is now)? Arlen Specter moving to the other side of the aisle? Sarah Jessica Parker and her twins via surrogate? Hmm...no time for that. Too long of a subject for the amount of time given. I shall share with you my life over

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Well, my little man has decided that anytime he pees, he MUST be changed right away. So, because of my little man's new pee episodes, he is using many more cloth diapers than originally. So, last night we ran out of diapers (we are using a service) so I went to the store to buy some disposables in the meantime. Every mom I talk to says, "just go with the Pampers-don't bother with the other brands

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08521633039967509964noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467373940270475570.post-29416547608818141132009-04-24T12:28:00.001-07:002009-04-24T12:33:04.604-07:00

Ok, I am not leaving blogger after all. I found a cute blog name (finally) for Jack's blog on here. Blogger's just so popular that all the good names were gone!so Jackson's blog is: thelifeofjackito.blogspot.comJack=his nameIto=littleJackito=little Jack, also after we swaddle him, he looks like a burrito-a jackito, actuallyok, back to posting here. good thing my divorce papers weren't finalized!

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08521633039967509964noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467373940270475570.post-86851548127840697942009-04-13T13:17:00.000-07:002009-04-24T13:48:16.838-07:00

So, after 4 weeks of barely any facebook, I am finally trying to catch up with the facebook messages (all 32 of them-and that's after reading and deleting some), emails and blogging that I have missed for the time being. I am totally overwhelmed by the love people show me, Mike and little Jack. But I am overwhelmed by "catching up". And on top of all the catching up I am doing on Facebook, I (

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I am now old enough to have the band of my youth have reunion tours. I was reading in Rolling Stone magazine (r.s. 1075) that 90's bands have reunited for tours this summer: No Doubt, Limp Bizkit, Jane's Addiction, Pearl Jam among others."I always believed in the 15-year rule," says VH1 VP Rock Krim. "Fifteen years ago was the heart of the 1990's. It feels like fertile ground".Ok, first of all,

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well, well, well, here we are. It's been over a month since I last blogged and it's been a crazy one. The last few weeks of pregnancy were tiring, uncomfortable and too much for me to handle. I would consider myself...cranky. All I could think about was getting this baby out-I didn't care about the sleepless nights to come, I just wanted him...out.The week before he showed, I tried all the tricks

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08521633039967509964noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467373940270475570.post-74814987697729745432009-03-20T12:54:00.000-07:002009-04-24T12:54:30.750-07:00

what is sleep? who really needs it? no, no complaining here. we are lucky. very lucky. although we are tired, we have a pretty good gig so far. He's like any other baby, getting up multiple times a night to eat and have a clean diaper. I am very tired from a 40-60 minute feeding at 4:00 am to waking up at 6:30 to feed him again BUT he does sleep after a good feeding. More people I know don't have

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08521633039967509964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467373940270475570.post-23903314493745804772009-02-15T22:50:00.000-08:002009-02-15T23:24:06.732-08:00

so, as you all know, we have decided to name the boy who is residing in my womb Jackson (and you can call him Jack if you'd like). There are so many great reasons to name this little guy Jackson. Let's recall all the great Jackson's in our lives. "Jackson" - by Johnny Cash (and June Carter Cash, I believe). This was a huge inspiration for me (well, I love Johnny Cash. The song is um...maybe not a

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08521633039967509964noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467373940270475570.post-38946318091037757152009-02-15T22:48:00.000-08:002009-02-15T22:49:59.931-08:00

as I went to work this morning, I had a great idea of a blog. Inspirational. Funny. Motivational. ....pregnancy brain has gotten the best of me. 

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I officially have 34 days to go (if he actually shows on his due date)! That's actually crazy to think that. I'm 35 weeks, 1 day and counting! Ok, so there are baby bets taking place on Facebook, so I thought I'd make it official on the blog. You are invited to throw in your bets starting now! How long will I be in labor? How big will the baby be? What day will he be born? These are all the

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08521633039967509964noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467373940270475570.post-51432048418396549252009-01-29T11:47:00.000-08:002009-01-29T12:05:48.293-08:00

Ok, so after my quick mental breakdown last week about not being ready we had our final (most likely) ultrasound and check up. I've been cramping at night and have had new pains, so I was thinking, "Gosh, he's going to show up early!" Since everything basically hurts these days, early is sounding nice right now. Highlight #1: Our baby is cute in the womb. It looks like he has Mike's lips (which I

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08521633039967509964noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467373940270475570.post-10376932582142667322009-01-22T19:59:00.000-08:002009-01-22T20:41:23.640-08:00

well, here we are. I remember thinking back in July that January seemed so far away. And now, January has hit me harder than a 2x4 to the head. I am getting a little more tired, a little more moody, and I truly wonder if it is humanly possible for me to carry this baby for another 7 weeks. The crazy low back and pelvic pain is back in full force today. I think he's head down and getting ready to

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08521633039967509964noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467373940270475570.post-15926021545322200522008-12-29T09:43:00.000-08:002008-12-29T10:27:54.239-08:00

The last 29 weeks have flown by. It's crazy to think that I am 7 months pregnant. It's been funny, the last couple of weeks. I have heard about some people finding out they are pregnant...and due in August. I almost laughed out loud because in my head, it's still July and I am living in the shock of having a baby in 9 months and there is NO WAY they are pregnant and due in August. It's just not

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08521633039967509964noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467373940270475570.post-16442836031498078042008-12-18T16:27:00.001-08:002008-12-18T16:38:57.231-08:00

Ok, so as you know, a baby creates SO much waste its first year of life. Eat, poop, sleep. eat, poop, sleep. Repeat. I am a big believer in doing my part to not kill the environment and...basically, I'm cheap. And I hear cloth diapering is cheaper than disposables and I am just fine going cheap. And if I help the environment at the same time, awesome! :)  So, I am now preparing for poop. I hope

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08521633039967509964noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467373940270475570.post-35322206191272284022008-12-17T12:30:00.000-08:002008-12-17T23:09:10.378-08:00

and it's been a long December and there's reason to believemaybe this year will be better than the last I can't remember all the times I tried to tell myself to hold on to these moments as they pass-Counting Crows I remember my toast from New Year's Eve 2008. "2008 will be great" we all echoed as we clanked glasses and watched the ball drop in New York (3 hours later, of course). the next few

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08521633039967509964noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467373940270475570.post-882148109569751692008-11-19T22:38:00.001-08:002008-11-19T22:45:34.891-08:00

Well...I must say, childbirth class (now that Mike is there) has been a breeze. So much easier to cope in fake labor knowing he is there. I have yet to make life long relationships with any of these people, but they all seem nice and excited about having a baby. One girl, who is due a month before me is having twin boys. (She also looks about 5 years younger than me, but that's beside the point).

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08521633039967509964noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467373940270475570.post-89557036229677238682008-11-07T12:36:00.001-08:002008-11-07T15:41:44.725-08:00

Well, you know that you are having a baby for real when you sign up for a childbirth class. It sinks into deep reality when you actually show up to class (in all fear and trembling). "They" say you should take a class in your second trimester, when you are more comfortable and have energy, so we signed up for a class at Sutter Hospital in August, when we were just starting the second trimester. I

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08521633039967509964noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467373940270475570.post-37474585485606629082008-11-01T21:59:00.000-07:002008-11-01T22:25:34.925-07:00

Well, I must confess I have not blogged (really) in the long time. Here and there, thoughts popped into my mind but no time to actually blog. So, how was the month of October in Sarahland? Here's a synopsis of the last month. Early October: Find out that we have been accepted for a (bigger! cheaper!) apartment down the street. Jump on that. Start packing the house. Start Theodyssey. Get really

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08521633039967509964noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467373940270475570.post-48346568302599127242008-10-27T08:11:00.000-07:002008-10-27T08:25:20.353-07:00

Ok, so it has been a little while since I last blogged. I will blog about my absence later. But in the meantime...I am currently 20 weeks along, halfway done with the pregnancy, and we find out the gender THIS THURSDAY! (as long as it isn't shy or decides to be a pain at the ultrasound).  It's been a long 4 weeks waiting for this!!So, last night I had a dream about our sonogram. Mike and I were

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08521633039967509964noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467373940270475570.post-4945132242103994242008-09-27T16:06:00.000-07:002008-09-27T16:16:56.249-07:00

Ok, the day leading up to the night of the horrible dream that woke me up at 3:30 am was probably the most fun I have had yet being pregnant. I had basically drank my first cup of coffee in, well, 2 months and had a day full of meetings which charged me up and I was rarin' to go when I got home. I knew there would be a chance we could be moving down the street and I was manic all day. I realized

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08521633039967509964noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467373940270475570.post-29858194296829172472008-09-26T10:05:00.000-07:002008-09-26T10:17:03.758-07:00

Ok, so as I progress in this whole pregnancy thing, I am realizing there is SO MUCH STUFF out there for a baby that been in the world for like, 30 days. It's amazing. I am slightly overwhelmed by all the possibilities. So...as I start to put together the registry, here is the question: what shwag has been the best investment for you for the first year? I mean, there are bottle warmers, wipe

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something odd happened to me last night. around 3:30 in the morning, I woke up in this panicky, full-of-adrenaline feeling pumping through my body after a bad dream that kept me up for hours afterward. I had a dream that my brother fell in the shower and lost his leg in the shower (I know, this could probably never happen). He started screaming for my mom (luckily, she was there in my dream), but

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08521633039967509964noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467373940270475570.post-810026039020890322008-09-12T12:37:00.001-07:002008-09-12T12:53:40.129-07:00

Ok, I am not usually this picky about music (ok, I really am, I will be honest) but I have noticed two things about this new song. As you may know, Gavin Rossdale was the lead singer of the mid-90's band, Bush, who had major success in the alternative air waves, then met Gwen Stefani, decided to date, get married and be a house husband while Gwen toured the world with all her CD's she has made

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08521633039967509964noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467373940270475570.post-5844272289785510752008-09-12T12:13:00.000-07:002008-09-12T12:35:24.462-07:00

Ok, so this is a complaint for some, some find it endearing. I was in my chiropractor's office who shares an office with a cute older midwife. She seems so sweet. There was a lady who had a newborn (like under 8 weeks) with her. Somehow or another, I find myself in conversation with those ladies, who ends up asking how far along I am. The midwife, who probably touches bellies on a daily basis,

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08521633039967509964noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467373940270475570.post-28335623089312048282008-09-05T15:30:00.000-07:002008-09-05T15:32:25.083-07:00

Well...yep, it's official. We are having a little thing called a baby. Honestly, exciting yes, but freaks me out. A little child that will need ME for the next 18-24 years (or beyond???) well, it's a bit scary but I'm taking the plunge and figured if I can't beat 'em, I'll join 'em. How I am feeling: Well, i'm nauseous every morning and have to eat the second I wake up. I have the hiccups more

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08521633039967509964noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467373940270475570.post-22673501852395339392008-08-29T15:24:00.000-07:002008-08-29T15:59:04.193-07:00

If you have ever been to my house, you might know that I live across the street from a trailer park. Well, the park owners thought that it would really be amazing to repave the park as a sign of goodwill and cheer. About 3 weeks ago, I woke up to amazingly large trucks which sounded like they were right outside my window. At 6:55 a.m. It was a Friday, the one day of the week where I can sleep in

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08521633039967509964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467373940270475570.post-47356814138123903422008-08-23T11:48:00.000-07:002008-08-23T12:40:03.185-07:00

10. The smorgasbord of events that happen during the day. Yes, I hate basketball, but I know if I grin and bear it for a little while, something actually interesting will come on in the next hour or so. Say, synchro diving.9. The fact that it is held all over the world each Olympic year. I think it is so neat to see so many nations come to one particular spot for 2 weeks. And the fact that cities

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Blog, I am so sorry. I haven't been spending quality time with you lately. You see, life gets so crazy and the weeks pass by and before I know it, I am away from the computer for days on end (vacation)...I mean, we all need a vacation, Blog. Believe me, every night as I go to sleep I think, "I should have spent some time with Blog today". I do miss you and think about you a lot. And I apologize

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08521633039967509964noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467373940270475570.post-67012627677878320742008-07-05T00:20:00.000-07:002008-07-05T01:02:26.414-07:00

Well, happy freaking 4th of July! I am awake at 12:20 a.m. because my "cute" neighbors are having a fireworks competition literally 15 feet from my house. What a fun way to celebrate the independence of this little country called the United States of America (a.k.a. "America, U.S.A., the U.S., united states, consumeristic country of the world, fill in the blank). Anyway, this day is a big day in

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08521633039967509964noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467373940270475570.post-89950670926179820142008-06-20T19:44:00.001-07:002008-06-20T19:53:57.731-07:00

take this quiz and share what you score in the comments!www.worldviewweekend.com/test/register.phptake a guess on how I scored! the person with the closest score wins a prize! (1 - 168 is possible).I actually thought it was a joke until I got to the scoring. Nope, it's not-it's provided by Focus on the Family.Have fun taking the quiz! please, do share your results!!

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08521633039967509964noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467373940270475570.post-60287804680188653362008-06-13T19:01:00.000-07:002008-06-13T19:37:48.863-07:00

Something weird happens internally when a news reporter dies. Think about it. These people are in your lives every day at 5:30 p.m. reporting the important things you need to know that day. The warm glow from the television feels like body heat and it's almost like they are really in front of you. You begin a new level of camaraderie with this person as they share things with you that could

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This little word is such a determining factor in our lives. Just think about how much of a turning point and life change that one word can bring. "Yes, i will help you move"...could mean a few less hours of work and some company before a trip ahead, which could mean leaving the road a little less tired and arrive a little bit earlier."Yes, you have been accepted into our university"...can mean

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08521633039967509964noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467373940270475570.post-60510472325515541512008-05-17T16:45:00.000-07:002008-05-17T17:24:02.812-07:00

Ok, I truly feel like a verbal vomitter (not sure if this is a word) because I have not blogged in say, 3 weeks and I have bottled up all my thoughts. Ok, so the last two posts were just on the last two day alone. Here's a quick verbal vomit of the last three weeks:1. I am increasing more hippie-ish and green as I age. I literally was upset that someone who drives a large SUV was just now

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08521633039967509964noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467373940270475570.post-30371452752275876752008-05-17T15:30:00.000-07:002008-05-17T15:48:20.822-07:00

last night i drove from my dad's house in sunnyvale to my college roommate/best friend/saving grace's baby shower in south san jose. I drove all the familiar streets to get to her party. It felt familiar, as though it hadn't been that long ago. The shower was at my ex-boyfriend's parents house (who are such great people), which I hadn't been to in over 6 years. It was literally a flashback. It

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08521633039967509964noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467373940270475570.post-12962706234958302132008-05-17T12:34:00.000-07:002008-05-17T15:30:23.442-07:00

I remember sitting in my room as a kid, whimsically thinking about what life will be like when I am older. I was one of two kid who grew up, in my early years, in a nice house, in a good area. Had 2 parents at home. Our house sat on a hill and overlooked the whole city. My bedroom as a kid was considerably girlie. I had a canopy attached to my 4 poster bed. Pink ribbon wallpaper adorned the four

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08521633039967509964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467373940270475570.post-6625483344440143472008-04-29T18:48:00.000-07:002008-04-29T18:50:50.415-07:00

Mike has a blog-AND  just posted his first post. Yep!http://mjackmartin.blogspot.com Check it out!

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08521633039967509964noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467373940270475570.post-63798490764225969492008-04-27T23:14:00.000-07:002008-04-28T14:49:28.647-07:00

I am rapidly approaching wrapping up year 26. It's kind of weird-each year, about 2 months before I start to "get used to" the number coming up. 2 years ago, I accidentally said I was 25 to a few people when I was still a few weeks (or months out) from my birthday. Then Mike so lovingly corrected my age with them and it was as if I forgot that I was still 24. (Ok, this is ever so slightly

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08521633039967509964noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467373940270475570.post-22099840461095154112008-04-20T19:19:00.000-07:002008-04-20T20:38:18.277-07:00

funny that I named this blog as such. I think there's a book called this and i think i had to read it in college. But I digress. So I realize I am really impatient. When I was a kid, all i wanted to do was to grow up. Like, I could not WAIT to go to kindergarten. I wanted to grow up as an elementary school kid and to do so I had my daily dose of Oprah and Growing Pains. I was always looking for

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08521633039967509964noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467373940270475570.post-49233950989788533372008-04-14T00:06:00.000-07:002008-04-14T00:26:56.753-07:00

today was one of the most transforming sundays I have been a part of in a while. It felt like the focus was unintentionally on family. It was so neat gathering wise, as Justin and Josh Fox tag teamed the message on purpose, their mom Brooke led an interactive art piece and having most of the Fox family at Vintage Faith-I'm guessing is somewhat of a rare sighting, getting all of them together in

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when Mike and I were dating, we thought it would be really funny to buy one of those really cheap Mervyn's plastic rings. You know, one of those that is a "diamond" in a "setting" (so funny writing about this 4 years later, as Mike now works a a fine jewelry store). And...we thought it would be funny to fake a proposal to one of our good friends, Dave and Nancy Larson. I believe it was a Sunday

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08521633039967509964noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467373940270475570.post-45431382969632374822008-03-28T23:26:00.000-07:002008-03-28T23:59:01.545-07:00

vacation. it's beautiful. it's needed. and I am purposefully falling off the face of the earth for a while. Please know, it isn't personal. But even though I am mostly an extrovert, i do need some down time and quiet. i have felt parched since Christmastime (instead of resting, I plowed through January and February without blinking an eye. Or much sleep). I get so excited (and a bit overwhelmed)

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when i was little, we lived way up on a hill adjacent to Alum Rock Park in San Jose. I loved walking down the street to the treehouse someone built where my friends and i would "tag" the treehouse with hearts and our current crush's name. my brother and i grew up in an irreligious household and went to church on Christmas and Easter about 5 times in my childhood. we had a house with a wraparound

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dreams are funny. i tend to have reoccurring themes in my dreams. Over the last year i have had easily 6-8 dreams about pregnancy. It's either me or one specific friend (who will remain nameless - but note - she isn't pregnant :)). It usually about one of us sharing the news that we were pregnant-not labor, delivery or anything else.This last dream, the night of the 18th (night before Mike's 33rd

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08521633039967509964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467373940270475570.post-52400910153999927562008-03-15T21:46:00.000-07:002008-03-15T22:48:55.305-07:00

Ok, I must say I am new to this as well. I now must share 6 quirks about me via this blog.  I was tagged by Nini and I am now passing on the tradition to Colleen, Bennett and Shannon Marie. I am quirky, it's slightly embarrassing but it is true. Authentically Sarah (Bacon) Martin.Here's the deal:1. Link to the person who tagged you. 2. Post the rules. 3. Share 6 non-important things/habits/quirks

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It's been 17 days of my accidental detox of caffeine. In those 17 days, I am pretty sure I have had 5 cups of coffee. I know...I know-but I only drink it (one cup) on days where I MUST be focused and functional to get my work done (so, that means, Sundays, Mondays and every other Tuesday).So i have converted. No longer am I a slave to the caffeine. It's amazing. (I shared in the office during

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as i type tonight, i have the hiccups. My grandfather used to call them "hee-cups", and I thought that was cute. I say "hick-ups".anyway, as i hiccup away, i have made some minor life tweaks this week. i tend to do them spontaneously, then stop in 2-3 weeks.no more coffee. i know. day 5 (minus sunday). pretty amazing. gotta love advil.i am bringing clothes with me to the office. I ran up high st.

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so i dont think caffeination is a word. i am making up words as i type. i have now gone a few days without coffee (colleen has inspired me). here's the log:Wednesday the 27th-no coffee beans at home. fall for Starbuck's marketing ploy and buy newly practiced espresso for mike and i. pleasantly surprised at the taste.Thursday the 28th-no coffee beans - day 2. have to get to the church by 10 to

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i am always awestruck at what a small world this is. Mike and I were at Mt Hermon this last weekend, hanging out with a life coach named Bob Nicholson, and "interned" under him to see if life coaching/counseling is something Mike is interested in as a future career. He held a seminar and a couple meetings where we observed. The very last meeting that day was a family from Loomis. "Loomis?" i

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08521633039967509964noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467373940270475570.post-42889539633837721842008-02-24T17:23:00.000-08:002008-02-24T23:18:25.526-08:00

there's a new rendition of the hymn "O For a Thousand Tongues" by David Crowder we played today at vintage. There's a chorus (verse? i dont know) that says:"there are so few words that never grow old...Jesus". and we repeat it a few times in the song and it flipped me out-triggered this old memory. here's why.  so when I first became a Christian, I really struggled using the name "Jesus" when i

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Ok, i will be honest-i haven't really blogged much this month. I have a lot of things swarming around in my brain, but i am not sure if i am ready to commit them to paper (or my blog). In the mean time, i will talk about things I currently love as it is Valentine's Day/Love Month. (husband and Jesus not included, as that is a given). REALITY TVsince the writer's strike, i have had to entertain

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when i was a kid, i thought that anyone over the age of 22 must to be "grown up".  you are done with college, probably got married, and i figured I'd have 2 kids by 26 because I'd be "grown up" enough. i'm slightly weirded out because I'll be 27 in May and don't "feel" the age i'll be. Most days, I feel 21. And it really feels like yesterday that I was 21. not that 6 years is a huge age gap, but

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I have been asked a few questions about V-Day and marriage lately. (note to reader: this isn't a deep blog post at all. If you are looking for deep, go find Shannon Marie or Havens. But tonight, i'm blogging on inconsequential holidays and their meaning in the marriage covenant. Not to say that the rest of my posts are too deep).  And well, in less than 14 days, many, many Americans will spend

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Sleep.i dont love sleeping. i know i need it. i cant really go to bed right now. i am wide awake.i was always really jealous of those people who function on 2-3 hours of sleep a night. i wish i could do that and not be a lunatic the next day. (I am sorry for all the people i have come into contact and have been subject to the next-day wrath). i typically need 9-10 hours of sleep a night but the

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08521633039967509964noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467373940270475570.post-12519823123564288122008-01-30T11:50:00.000-08:002008-01-30T11:57:15.788-08:00

look, this is going to sound ridiculous but I have so much energy today after taking my New Chapter B vitamins (and my regular vitamins). I have energy (yet i still have the film of tiredness I usually feel :)) and feel like I could be really, really productive today (if i wanted to be). And I have only had one cup of coffee. ONE.B vitamins = crack for the health fiend.   

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1. central heating2. the gym3. houndstooth sweaters, bags, scarves4. people who invest in the lives of others5. the little bits and pieces of spanish i picked up from my gangsta chola friends in junior high (because, God knows I didnt pay any attention in spanish class in high school!)6. angi, for her great eye for color and being one real, authentic friend 7. my past 8. feeling of coming into "

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08521633039967509964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467373940270475570.post-59073414150777965822008-01-25T09:09:00.000-08:002008-01-25T09:30:56.282-08:00

lately, i have been feeling very frustrated at the english language and it's limited vocabulary. i know that i have a limited vocabulary and usually sum up everything as "awesome" "cool" "amazing" if things are good and "sucks" "no good" and other wonderful words when i am describing what I am feeling or thinking. The Hebrew and Greek languages had lots of words to say the word "love". you knew

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08521633039967509964noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467373940270475570.post-78349804441599412272008-01-21T21:05:00.000-08:002008-01-26T10:08:28.295-08:00

i am working on a blog of all blogs and it should be done in the next couple of days as i think and digest what i've read. i'm re-reading a book from college called "The Critical Journey" and am thoroughly enjoying my reading right now. like, massively. i can't help but analyze my journey with Jesus since the last time i read the book (which i think was 6-7 years ago...wow). but in it, well, i'm

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08521633039967509964noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467373940270475570.post-15123646456409484802008-01-17T09:33:00.001-08:002008-01-26T10:07:51.614-08:00

OK, I'm stealing this idea from Rene-she is writing 10 things that she is thankful for as a part of her resolutions. I am not going to do it daily like she is, I don't think, but maybe weekly. :-) This may help us remember the blessings Jesus gives us and to appreciate each day. 1. Mike (this is probably obvious)-he is the sweetest greatest husband in the world. I love him dearly and I am so

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08521633039967509964noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467373940270475570.post-14875561384686814842008-01-15T22:03:00.000-08:002008-01-15T22:52:18.955-08:00

I just finished watching the season premiere of American Idol. There's always some talent and some entertainment to the biggest reality TV show, especially in the first few episodes. Funny thing is, people go on there, audition horribly or dress up like their favorite character and in their delusion, think they will make it through to the next round. There was a girl at the end that dressed like

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08521633039967509964noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467373940270475570.post-4861023309990657232008-01-12T09:24:00.001-08:002008-01-12T10:51:11.530-08:00

I am stealing this from Vanessa. I enjoyed reading hers...and I will do my best for mine to be just as entertaining. 1. what did you do in 2007 that you'd never done before? convert to Mac (the computer Jesus would buy-haha). 2. did you keep your new year's resolution and will you make more for next year? read this blog and it will explain my psychosis. 3. did anyone close to you give birth? no,

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...is beautiful. I love the rain. It speaks to me in a way that I don't know how to explain. Growing up as a kid, I LOVED watching the Weather Channel. I would watch it hour per hour, staring at the radar and maps. I think I loved the fact that I knew EXACTLY what was happening around the country and the world right that moment. And I could be in control of what was going on-I mean, if I knew it

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08521633039967509964noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467373940270475570.post-3382948439693399432008-01-02T20:36:00.000-08:002008-01-02T21:18:10.351-08:00

i'm sickened and sadly, captivated at Wife Swap right now. well, tonight's episode stars two families: the first is a feminist household where women of the home are homeschooled for the right feminine ways and the second is a family of one daughter-a pageant queen that dresses inappropriately and have her parents do their homework for her.  i was watching and the feminist wife went to the pageant

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08521633039967509964noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467373940270475570.post-3418889439141532482008-01-01T16:33:00.000-08:002008-01-02T21:18:46.834-08:00

so i suck making new years resolutions. i always, always, always put way too much pressure to change and grow in inhuman ways. and then within 30 days, i get so frustrated that i quit. ...and the cycle continues. so in my insane consistent nature, i wrote some resolutions down. 1. really cultivate the prayer life i dream of having and grow in this area more2. really work on letting go and

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08521633039967509964noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467373940270475570.post-42162549649071997942008-01-01T16:13:00.000-08:002008-01-02T21:19:26.570-08:00

with the last name of Bacon, it's pretty hard to shed the years and years of living the lifestyle of a Bacon. so i have decided to be called the artist formerly known as Bacon (afkab). i will post my thoughts and reflections as needed, and maybe do a "come back tour" as requested. or maybe i will make my own symbol and you can just call me by that. either way, i cant shed the name. 

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