A Magic Movie Moment

I knew Erin and I were kindred spirits the moment I read her blog title: Welcome to the Nut House. We ended up following each other, commenting on lives and our shared faith. I found out today that she loves A Walk to Remember, which I may have watched 6 times in one year in high school because I loved it so much. Please check out Erin’s blog and the fourth day of wedding week!

Raise your hand if you’ve ever seen the movie A Walk to Remember. (One of my favorite movies of all time, by the way.) How many of you cried when Landon got down on one knee and asked Jamie to marry him? I do. Every. Single. Time.

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I met my future husband on accident. We happened to be in the same place at the same time for a college youth group function we had both been guilt-tripped into attending. I remember sitting in the quad of our university with my best friend, surrounded by her friends that I didn’t really know, and glancing over the crowd to find another familiar face. Instead, my eyes landed on a sweaty boy in gym clothes sitting on a bench by himself, his elbows on his knees, watching the cobblestones intently. My first impression was that he looked incredibly lonely.

There was no hallelujah chorus; there were no light bulbs in my head; there was no indication at all that I was looking at my future husband, the love of my life, the father of my children and my forever partner. The only hint that I might have just met someone significant was my best friend’s reaction when I asked his name

Me: “Hey Nicole, who’s that guy over there by himself.”

Nicole: “Oh, that’s Matthew. [continues immediately with her other conversation. Then stops in mid-sentence and grabs my leg hard] Oh my goodness. That’s Matthew. You have to meet Matthew!!”

Her sudden revelation led to a very brief introduction, followed by a night of Facebook stalking. The following week, I happened to be walking to my dorm when I heard the unmistakable sound of a muscle car engine revving up close by. A classic Camaro, with my mystery boy behind the wheel, took off in the direction of the church of Christ student center. I ran upstairs, gathered my study materials, and spent several hours trying to psych myself up to follow him. Nicole was an excellent wing-woman, keeping me company while I pretended to study on a nearby couch, while really waiting for a good moment to go over and say hello. We were stalkers, I’ll admit it, but it obviously paid off.

Fast forward about a year and a half to the summer of 2011. I’m working on campus as a counselor for a summer college program for high school students. I know something is up with my boyfriend because he’s being very vague and secretive on the phone, and is coming to visit me but can’t give me a time when he will be there. The day he is supposed to arrive, I get a call during lunch hour.

Me: “Hey, are you on your way yet?”

Matthew: “Yeah. I’m outside. Can you come meet me?”

Me: “What? Right now? Can’t you let me finish lunch first?”

Matthew: “Ok, but. . .  try to hurry. I’m waiting out here.”

Ok, so suspicions are peeked. I hurry and eat and meet him outside. He wants to go for a walk in the quad. In 90+ degrees. . .  right after a Tennessee summer rainstorm. . . when the humidity was probably at 99%. I didn’t want to go. He dragged me along anyway.

The center of the UT Martin quad is a place called Centennial Court – a circle of trees and shrubs ringed by park benches. It’s our favorite place on campus – the place where we were first introduced that very first night, the place where I first saw that lonely boy and wondered who he was

“Erin, do you love me?”

I stopped walking. What???

“Yes. . .”

“Would you do something for me then?”

By that time, I knew what was coming and was finding it a bit harder to breathe.

“It depends on what it is.” (I was too nervous to stick to the movie script.)

“Will you marry me?”

So all of a sudden we’re standing in Centennial Court, Matthew is down on one knee with a ring box open and I can’t seem to stop grinning.

I didn’t know he had gotten up super early that morning and driven from middle Tennessee to east Tennessee to pick up my best friend who introduced us (a 3 hour drive), and then driven back to Martin (in west Tennessee, a 4+ hour drive from her house through that torrential summer storm) so she could be there to hide out and take pictures to mark the occasion.

The proposal moment

I married that lonely boy 2 years, 6 weeks and a day after we met. We’ve been married 1 year and 1 month from this posting, and I couldn’t be more grateful to the friends who accidentally threw us together.

His ring wouldn’t go on at first!

 

Our first introduction as husband and wife.

 

So my lesson to the single is this: There are possibilities everywhere. You only have to raise your head and look around, because you never know who you might find.

 

“If I’m A Pink High Heel, He’s A Muddy Tennis Shoe.”

Today, we get a little advice from my friend Claire. I knew Claire way before she met her husband when we were just kids until she moved away. (Sad day.)  But, thanks to the beauty of Facebook, we’ve been able to catch up a little, and I discovered she recently started blogging. This girl is a busy nurse and a wife of just over two years that enjoys blogging “in her ‘free’ time.” Please give her a warm welcome, and check out her blog – A Less Than Perfect Girl – and give that girl some love. (Follows also work as well)

Most girls can relate to finding the perfect pair of shoes and falling in love with them! We like the color, the heel, how they make our legs look, or how incredibly stylish they are; most women just love shoes. I am proudly one of those women!! A few months ago, I was going to dinner with a few girlfriends. They all arrived at my house and I (never being “ready on time”) was running around finishing my makeup. I was in such a hurry I figured I would just grab a pair of leather sandals instead of worrying about finding great shoes to accessorize the outfit. We were at the restaurant waiting to be seated when I realized I was wearing one black sandal and one brown sandal! I looked like a goofball!! My immediate response to realizing I had on two different shoes was, “Yikes I need to change my shoes!”

Claire and her hubby

I feel like this is sometimes how my relationship with my husband can be. Believe me, he and I may make a great pair, but we are definitely not the “same style of shoe.” Here is what I have discovered: “If I am a pink high heel then he is a muddy tennis shoe. It seems like we try to have two totally different sizes, styles, and personality types mesh into the “perfect fit” and expect there to be no work involved. It takes work to pull off wearing two different shoes on the same pair of feet! Marriage is the meshing two unique people, and it isn’t always easy; it takes work, compromise, and willingness to see the other person’s point of view. Many times, it seems that instead of being willing to work together as a pair in spite of our differences, we try to change each other.  We instantly try to “change” the person to be like us and see things how we see them because of course “we” are the perfect shoe.

I am learning to accept that even though we are two totally different “shoes,” we are together the perfect pair. The differences are what make us great together, and we balance each other out. Sometimes, I become frustrated by our differences, but on the days I accept and embrace the differences I find that I can appreciate a different perspective. I have learned new things, explored new places and discovered that a “pink high heel” can have tons of fun playing in the mud. My other half – “my muddy tennis shoe” – has been willing to explore new territory as well. In the last two years, we have discovered that our differences actually complement our relationship. They keep life interesting. The truth is, with a little work, a muddy tennis shoe and pink high heel can make a beautiful pair!

<3 a less than perfect girl

Twisted Tuesday Mixtape: Sarah Sings 70′s Songs

The seventies. A decade of disco and dope, and somebody please stop me from alliterating everything. A decade that mourned the loss of the King and the birth of my husband.

Despite being a child of the 80′s and 90′s myself, I found that this era of music was the easiest one to come up with plenty of options to whittle down to the top 10 favorites for this week and next. Perhaps, it has something to do with my father’s love of the Jackson 5 passed down to me or the fact that I am secretly a disco diva. Either way, I decided to come out swinging with the songs that I sing on a regular basis.

And no, there will be no video of me either singing or dancing on this blog. I would prefer to keep some semblance of  dignity.

1. Carly Simon “You’re So Vain”

I will admit that I don’t know all the words to this song. But, I can’t count how many times Ryan and I have simultaneously broke into the lyrics of this song, which is both scary and also very awesome.

2. The Queen “Bohemian Rhapsody”

I am making up for not including The Queen in the car singing mix tape that brought me to this awesome blog link up. I adore “Bohemian Rhapsody.” It brings back memories of my dad singing it; he always had to finish it once he started, despite my mother’s objections and much to mine and my sister’s delight. My favorite part to sing, “Let me go! We will not let you go!” And yes, I do the high parts and low parts with a flourish.

3. Jackson 5 “ABC”

4. Jackson 5 “I’ll Be There”

My parents had this mix tape (CD) of 70′s music we loved listening to, especially on those dull Saturday mornings when we helped my mom clean the house. This began my love of all things Jackson 5, particularly “I’ll Be There,” which was on that particular CD. I actually sang these today to off-set my hatred of folding laundry, and I made it through the painful process.

5. Gloria Glaynor “I Will Survive”

Who DOESN’T know this song? And even though it borders on being cliche, I love it all the same. I belt it out, attempting to sing it like Gloria and fail miserably because I sing like a little white girl.

And now, it’s your turn to share your favorite 70′s songs by linking up. I need a 70′s playlist so join Jen’s disco party by clicking the link below.

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Love,

Sarah

Not-So-Newlyweds: The DIY Life

To start the guest blogging off, we have my friend Melissa. She started out as the Newlywed Wife here at WordPress but now has a self-hosted blog called Loving Here that I look at often and wish to be as talented as her. Today, Melissa’s going to give us a glimpse into her own DIY wedding.

Hi guys! I’m so excited to be here to kick off Wedding Week! My husband Wyatt and I have been married for just almost two years now. It will be two years exactly on July 9th. Some people say that since we’ve been married over a year we aren’t really newlyweds. Others say we’re newlyweds until we have kids…which we don’t. I simply go by what I feel, and since we’ve now been together almost 9 years (we were high school sweethearts), I just don’t feel like a newlywed anymore. I feel settled in. We feel happy and comfortable and content—not that we also don’t sometimes feel challenged.

But as we creep up on our two-year anniversary this summer, I consider us to be “not-so-newlyweds.” We also have another anniversary coming up–marking our first year in our first house!

We blog about our journey with this house over at LovingHere.com. Sometimes we are making furniture tutorials, sometimes we are painting rooms or finding bargains at garage sales. Other times we are fixing leaks and just generally trying to make our builder-basic home into a DIY dream house. (The better, real life version of a Barbie Dream House, right?)

I guess we grew into this DIY lifestyle early on in life since both of our parents have been working on updating their homes and property, in some form or fashion, pretty much our whole lives. We’re from the country, too, and with farming backgrounds, I think DIY just comes naturally.

To back up a bit, I should tell you about our wedding because it was a DIY dream day, and because that seems to be the topic this week, huh?

When we were planning our wedding ceremony, it was very important to us to make it personal. We wanted every detail to be totally and completely “us.” So, I carefully selected and altered a dress to make it perfect for me.

And Wyatt insisted we serve pulled pork for dinner.

And I walked down the aisle to a very nontraditional piano version of Taylor Swift’s “Love Story” by Jon Schmidt.

Oh, and we made a special crossword puzzle all about us for the place mats on the tables at our reception.

But more than that, we also DIYed our ceremony. We choose scripture that was special to us, even though it wasn’t all that “wedding-y.”

“But Ruth replied, “Do not urge me to leave you or to turn back from you. Where you go, I will go, and where you stay, I will stay. Your people will be my people and your God my God.” -Ruth 1:16

I just love that verse. It has always seemed the perfect description of what a Godly, friendship-based marriage should be. Wyatt is certainly my very best friend in the world, and we’re committed to sticking it out and staying together, no matter where life takes us. Sure, we’re newlyweds now, but already, we’ve been through a move to a different city, a huge lifestyle change (we’re from small towns, and the country!) and several struggles we’ve never had to deal with before. But no matter what, we believe that our marriage is sacred because it was created by God. We strive to take care of each other and take care of our marriage. Plus, it was the verse my parents featured at their wedding, more than thirty years ago.

We also had our minister recite this poem, which follows along those sentiments so well, and is so beautifully written.

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

e.e. cummings

We also each recited promises to each other during our wedding. Promises that we wrote specifically to the other, fully intending to keep them for the rest of our lives. Some of these are silly, others sweet. Others contain inside jokes. And others make me cry just thinking about how special they are.

Our promises symbolize marriage as the promise it truly is. It’s a promise from each other to each other. But it’s also a promise from God to the church. From our Father to us, that he’ll show us how to love more perfectly so we can live a life committed to pursuing each other, pursuing our marriage, pursuing Him.

We also wanted to honor the beautiful legacy of marriage our families have passed down to us.

We really believe our wedding was exactly the way it should have been, and I can honestly say it was worth every ounce of DIY we poured into it. I can also honestly say I wouldn’t do anything differently about that entire day. From waiting to see each other until I was walking down the aisle…

to serving hundreds of cupcakes instead of traditional wedding cake…

We think it was the perfect starting point to a life of living out the vows and promises we made to each other, forever.

And now, for a few more photos, because that’s what you all came to see anyway, right?

This moment was some of the best few seconds of my life.

We wanted to get married outside, but it was July in mid-Missouri, in the country. If we’re honest, it probably would have been miserable. (Actually, I know it would have been, I was seriously sweating just taking our photos outside!)

So we did our best to bring that casual, country vibe inside our event hall. The first impression was fun and festive. Yellow of course! And hand-painted on barn wood from our family farm.

We made a signpost for guests to better find their way around when they came inside. Hubs carved the stump himself. It’s currently on our mantle.

Another detail that I loved was how we had the cheapest centerpieces ever…mason jars from my mom and grandma’s basements, and wildflowers from the fields and roadsides near our house in the country. Plus, I had a great day with friends putting all of them together.

We also bought some yellow plastic flower pots and planted real zinnias in them so we had living beauty to take home and enjoy later! And the candles were in baby food jars my family saved for us.

Everything about that day is such a beautiful, perfect memory. (Even the moment when my toe was crushed by an unfortunate step during the dollar dance.)

We also saved money by making our own photo booth with fabric and extra lanterns. We stocked it with props like picture frames, chalkboards, and some other silly stuff, then we enlisted a family member to help man it for us throughout the night.

Those photos are great memories and such fun reminders of our guests who were there to celebrate with us! And how happy we were!

At the end of the day, it was so special to know that our friends and family had a great time celebrating with us. I honestly wouldn’t change a thing about our wedding day. It was so special in so many ways!

Right down to the empty cupcake wrappers and the completed crosswords!

I want to wish Sarah and Ryan a happy anniversary, of course, and thank you all for letting me share a little of our story. We’d love to have you come check us out some more at LovingHere.com!

Thanks!

A Very Merry 1st Anniversary to ME!

Today happens to be a very momentous occasion. Yes, it is Father’s Day (you get a honorary Pop-Tart for your answer), and I got all mushy about my awesome Dad in yesterday’s post. However, today is also the momentous occasion of Ryan and Sarah’s first anniversary! *cue the confetti and balloons*

I know, we’re just a couple of little newlyweds, aren’t we? 

This blog actually was an outlet for me in the wedding planning process as ribbon wands and seating arrangements can make one crazy after a while. Despite my freaking out, I had a beautiful wedding, as you can see from the obsessive amounts of pictures I have put in this post. I had an amazing photographer – Kaila Weeks of Kaila Regina Photography – who took all these pictures this day last year. She and her second photographer Brittany did an amazing job, but there were many moments that I was glad that her camera was nowhere to be seen:

Behold, the list of 10 Things I’m Glad We Don’t Have Caught on Film:

1. Coming into the church at 7 AM on four hours of sleep and weighed down by all the bags I brought, sporting bed hair and absolutely no makeup. I’m sure I looked more like Frankenstein’s bride before my cousin-hairstylist swooped in to make me look like a princess.
2. Going to the bathroom ten times before I put on my dress because I was deathly afraid I would have to pee as soon as I put it on. I am not even exaggerating on how many times I went in there. I had to help a friend of mine on her wedding day pee while she was wearing her dress, and I may have been scarred for life.
   

   Evil, evil shoes

3. Ryan stepping on the back of my dress and leaving a grass stain. I do, however, wish we had a picture of four bridesmaids frantically working to remove said stain. Two were holding my dress, one was going crazy with a Wet Wipe, and the fourth was blow drying the wet spots. My cousin was also misting my back with water since the veil trapped the heat and made me look like I got sunburnt during the outside pictures.
4. My “these heels are KILLING ME” face while waiting for the ceremony to begin. Don’t be deceived on how pretty they looked; those things gave me blisters. I did all the after wedding pictures at the church sans shoes because I was DONE. I really should have tried to rock the high top sneaker look because that would have been funny and MUCH more comfortable. I would have done lime green ones.
5. My flushed face before my dad gave me away. Believe me, I was broken up about the actual being given away by my dad, but the veil of death was now over my face, making it stifling hot and I was sure I was going to pass out. I literally breathed a sigh of relief when my dad lifted that sucker off me, but then I looked at my dad and felt all weepy and emotional again.
6. Putting Ryan’s wedding ring on his right ring finger. Hey, it was NOT my fault he gave me the wrong hand; I had to just go with it. And you know, once one person pointed it out, everyone had to give us a hard time.
7. Yell-whispering into the reception hall to gather up the errant bridal party who had gone in to the reception already when they should have waited outside to be introduced. Yeah, we should have gone over all that a little more. The reception, besides the amazing food, was probably the part of my special day I would have changed. I was entirely too stressed out making sure everything went well instead of enjoying myself. Delegation, Sarah, you need to use it!
8. Ryan whispering to me during the first dance, “I actually like the Dave Barnes version of this song.” We learned that day that for better or worse, we will never agree on music genres. But, he puts up with my love of country music while I only mildly mock his alternative and techno tastes.
9. Switching garter belts in the bathroom so my then engaged friend Grace could keep one since her then-fiancé had caught the one my husband threw. I actually had two since both my mother and my aunt gave me one and was wearing both the entire day. (9b – the scratch marks on my leg from those itchy garter belts. Definitely didn’t want to record THOSE for posterity.) That floor was nasty, and the dress made me unstable even with both feet on the ground, let alone trying to balance on one leg to slip said garter off my leg without flashing my best friend. Actually, it may have been hilarious for a picture but highly embarrassing for me.
10. My little emotional breakdown in the car as we were driving away. I had actually not cried all day long throughout the ceremony or reception, though I did tear up some during Ryan’s vows to me. But, as the reception came to a close, it was time to leave, and the waterworks came. I felt really bad about crying since I thought people would think I was unhappy about getting married, which wasn’t the case at all. It was just all becoming real and a bit overwhelming as we sped off in our getaway car. At least I was wearing waterproof mascara so I still looked amazing minus the puffy, red eyes.

I had a wonderful wedding a year ago and married my very best friend. I am not exaggerating in the least that I’m more in love with that guy now than I could have even dreamed about a year ago. I’m looking forward to many, many more anniversaries with this guy.

To celebrate our anniversary, I declared this week to be Wedding Week here at Sarah’s Brand New Chapter and have managed to convince several relatively newly married ladies to guest blog starting tomorrow! Whether it’s DIY tips or marriage advice, these women rock for coming over and celebrating my anniversary with me and letting me geek out over their wedding pictures. Make sure you stop by and please, please, please, if you have any funny wedding stories of your own, please email me by Wednesday, June 19^th at 11:59 PM so that I can post your stories and others where we can all laugh at with you.

Love,

Sarah

P.S. About #6 -

I lied. 

Fatherhood: Your Mission Should You Choose to Accept It

The mission: To get Sarah’s hoard of stuff into the car from Wisconsin to our home in one piece with our sanity intact
The participants: Dad and daughter

The mode of transportation: 2001 Ford Focus with no cruise control and no A/C

The time frame: ~18 hours give or take how many pee breaks we’d need

This mission is not for the faint of heart, Dad. You will have to put up with inexplicable tears and hours of your daughter doing a fake British accent or discussing the virtues of foundation or how this classmate is a douchebag in painful detail. If you are unlucky, your trip may fall during a visit from Aunt Flo, though you already know that when she gives you the look of death and says we need to stop soon, you start looking for a rest stop. You also know that your oldest daughter is becoming her mother and will occasionally freak out when you purposely drive over the speed bumps or try to get us t-boned because you are fearless (or crazy). You also will deal with her phobia of driving, coaching her instead of sleeping as she grips the steering wheel with white-knuckled terror during the 1-2 hours she actually drives the entire trip.

My dad and I made the trip the beginning and end of every summer for the several years I went to school in Wisconsin. The trip was long, and we drove each other crazy at times, especially when I didn’t have chocolate to munch on. But, those were the times when I had my dad to myself, not competing with two loud-mouthed, little sisters. We had long talks, though I’m pretty sure I did about 70% of the talking.

But, he listened and when I took a breath, would respond with sympathy or advice or whatever I needed in that moment. We laughed together, and I harassed him with my camera and my arsenal of fake accents to keep the poor guy awake.

My dad is an amazing person. Truly. He’s reliable and thoroughly unselfish. He is the strong shoulder to cry on for four women – his wife and three daughters – and has a crazy side that involves dancing in the kitchen and singing his own lyrics to oldies music. He is my “phone a friend” for any and all cooking questions, and one of my goals in life is to make his famous homemade mac and cheese as well as he can. And he’s even man enough to buy feminine products for his ladies without complaint.

I know I basically won the father lottery, and it is no surprise that I married a man who is like my dad in many ways, right down to the crazy driving and silly songs. Someday, he will be the father of our children, and if he’s anything like his father-in-law, my kids will have one great dad.

I love you, Dad. Happy 28th anniversary to you and Mom today and Happy Father’s Day tomorrow!

Love,

Sarah

My Blog Posts Bring All the Crazies to the Yard

Like so many of us bloggers, we find a sort of fascination with our Google Search terms. I am one such blogger as I scroll through the search terms that bring people to my blog. My search terms, in the words of one such Google searcher, would be considered, “weird and strange, humorous.”

You’ve come to the right place.

However, I think many of my Google searchers are probably not finding what they are looking for. Here are my top 10 favorite search terms since I started the blog:

1. Controlling the urge to cross dress. I can honestly say that I have no idea how this person got to my blog. While I have occasionally donned a tie and think that men have the most comfortable T-shirts in the universe, I haven’t had urges to cross dress. I do have strong urges to eat entire bags of Cheetos and punch people in the face when they use bad grammar, so I really hope you get that all figured out.
2. Thank you for the chocolates; I was in heaven. Wait, what? I didn’t send anybody chocolates. I want somebody to send ME some chocolate. I am so confused right now.
3. Butt birthday cake/birthday cake butt how to make. These are actually two separate search terms, but they basically deal with the same topic. Butt birthday cakes and the process of making them. While I specialize in making butt-ugly birthday cakes, I’m not entirely sure how to make a butt-shaped birthday cake. I’m guessing that the butt crack may prove to be a difficult task, which is why several people have turned to Google in their time of need. I’m not sure what kind of message you’re trying to send the person you are making this cake for, unless you think they are an a-hole, in which, I’m sure they’ll get the message loud and clear.
4. If you cross your eyes, will they get stuck like that? Despite what my mother says, I have yet to have my eyes get stuck in the crossed position. I know your sweet, angelic mother told you this old wives’ tale, but this is also the woman who told you that the tooth fairy, Santa, and the boogie man were all real. While the last one is still up for debate, the other two were lies and so you should cross your eyes all you want. Though if they do get stuck, please let me know because then I may be more careful and make sure I start working on my list to Santa.
5. Smurfs I hate barbecue Thursday. My first thought when reading this is “Why don’t I celebrate barbecue Thursday?!?” I mean, seriously, that should be a tradition from here on out. But, I fail to see what the Smurfs have to do with this. I think Smurfs are cool little peeps, but if they are hating on barbecue Thursday, we may have to part our separate ways.
6. IBS quesadilla. Well since with IBS, you can have issues with dairy, spicy food, and/or high fiber foods, that is going to result in one boring quesadilla. But, sure, knock yourself out and then email the recipe if it tastes decent and doesn’t involve tofu.
7. I’m always contentious. Me too. Leave to Google Search to help people discover their flaws; it’s like free counseling.
8. Can freckles be misshapen? Versus uniform? Freckles are rarely uniform. I could liken them to snowflakes where each one is unique and beautiful in its own way, but I have a sort of bitterness towards my freckles and the jokes about turning into one giant freckle as my only way of getting a tan. If what you are seeing is a mole, I’d probably talk to a doctor about that. That could be something serious.
9. Laugheduntilwecried.wordpress.com. I want this URL; I wish I had thought about. Somebody’s probably taken it already. Clearly, this searcher is actually a prophet telling me that I need to use this name. The Google has spoken.
10.  Pajama pants fashion wordpress blog. I’m all over any fashion statement that includes pajama pants. I happen to have a wide selection of pajama pants myself. I have the normal black yoga pants, but I also have a pair of blue, cotton shorts, boys’ basketball shorts, pastel, polka-dotted pants, pink and black striped pants, purple and black leopard print pants, pink and gray snow flake pants, and teal, polka-dotted pants. It gives the unemployed pajama wearer several clothing options. If #9 doesn’t pan out, I should totally start a blog about pajama pant fashion. I’ll start a fad that will spread past the Wal-Mart domain that it already dominates in.

So there’s the favorite search terms of the bunch. Do you have a particularly weird search term that you’d like to share? Please comment below so that we may all laugh at and judge you.

Also, the most searched phrase that finds my blog:

“Is today over yet?”

It’s going to be one of those days, peeps. But, hey, TGIF! We can do this.

Love,

Sarah

P.S. Again, don’t forget to check out the blog starting on Sunday where we launch the first annual wedding week here at Sarah’s Brand New Chapter. Have your wedding funny moment show up on Thursday if you email me your story and a hilarious pseudonym if you’d rather stay anonymous. I’ve already gotten a couple; thank you!