I'm Sarah! I love to read, write, and create. My blog is to share my passion for life while living with chronic pain. I hope you'll enjoy this journey and a good book with me!
I haven't had a chance to update my domain to match my blog name, yet, but I'm working on making it all come together!
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I'm not doing well, health-wise, so I have not been updating or writing as much as I would like.
However, I am trying to write once or twice a week!
Also, if you have a problem with the Le Tote post that I wrote two years ago, I'm sorry. It's the Internet.
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When I say that this morning has been lazy, I mean that it's been non-productive. I woke up with a super bad headache and neck ache... at 5 AM. 5 AM is not my favorite time on Saturday mornings. It's not my favorite time, ever, to be truthful. Props to anyone who gets up that early. I desperately wanted an ice pack, but I didn't want to disturb our sleeping dogs. Especially because going to get the ice pack would mean that I would have to let them outside before I could use it. Once I decided to suck it up and do it, much to my dismay, I found our adorable little puppy who got fixed yesterday had removed her own collar/cone. I was so upset, because I know that she probably licked her incision, which could cause an infection. Now that I've iced, taken some medication, and am sipping coffee, I feel a lot better. Soon, though I have to get ready to go visit my grandma! I know that tomorrow is technically Mother's Days, but Brian and I already have a couple of commitments on Sundays, so we just can't fit it all in. Aside from bringing my grandma the typical flowers (I went with a potted plant this year), chocolate, a card, and gracing her with my presence, we're also going to finally get to get rid of 10 bags of dirt. And when I say dirt, I mean like clay from where Brian built his raised garden bed. The bags of dirt are actually a kind of funny story. See, Brian hauled about 14 very heavy bags of dirt to the curb, along with the rest of our trash, on fine Monday morning. He was dismayed to find out that the garbage company only took the regular trash. But, I mean, that was a ton of heavy dirt. So, Brian put the bags of trash in front of where he parks his car, so the neighbors couldn't see it. From that point on, he just put two bags of dirt with the rest of our trash and that worked fine--until the day his car wasn't there to hide the rest of the bags. He came home to find that his dirt was still there, along with a nice note from the garbage people: So, now that this misunderstanding has been cleared up, we're going to dump it in the woods at my grandparents' house. Who say that we can't multitask?! Alright, I'm seriously going to go put some rollers in my hair and pick out a dress. This is happening soon. Like after I hit publish. Maybe.