Thursday, June 30, 2011

Spoke Too Soon

Yesterday I wrote about how I was familiar here in Herndon, I certainly should have postponed that post another day.

This morning before work I stopped off at Einstein's for some breakfast. (Those who know me well know that for me, a bagel is always a good idea) As I waited in line to order an employee started looking and pointing at me. 
He said, "I know you! Did you go to Herndon?"
"I think we had a few classes together!"
"Oh yeah, Hey!" (still had no clue who he was)
"How have you been!?"

This went on and I pretended to know who this fellow was and we chatted about what he was up to, how I was home for the summer, pleasantries. He went out of his way to fill my order and then whispered something to the cashier before I paid. Turns out, he lessened my bagel charge and then offered me an orange juice on him. Why not? 

He followed me outside and we chatted some more about life and what we'd been up to. Then I went on my way to work.

When I got there I swiftly asked Tanner (aka Mr. T at summer camp) if he remembered this kid. Nope. 

Oh well, I got a lovely, nearly free breakfast and a lovely interaction with someone I was probably supposed to know. Not a bad way to start the day. 

Wednesday, June 29, 2011


Today I went to make a deposit at the bank and decided to do the drive-thru rather than to go inside and as the man at the bank asked me questions about my account and my deposit I graciously answered and had a pleasant encounter with the man behind the microphone. Then as he sent back my check card and my receipt he said, "So I guess you aren't babysitting anymore, where are you working now?" I again graciously answered and was on my way.

Creepy? Maybe.

While I held that babysitting job 2 summers ago, every summer I make my deposits at the same bank, around the same time after payday so yes, I have become familiar with the guy working at the bank. I think we went to high school together or something (I can't be sure how this friendship began).

In addition to having my friend at the bank, in high school I would frequent the local smoothie place and the manager, Eduardo, would always greet me with a loud, "Sara!" as I walked in the door. Needless to say I never had to tell him my name to go along with my order. I also have become somewhat of a regular at a bagel place where the guy may not know my name but certainly remembers me and my order!

There's something nice about having your "hot spots" around town. But I think my favorite part is that even though I'm constantly coming and going and seem to just stop through Herndon on my way somewhere else, these people continue to remember me and I always leave with a smile on my face.

Friday, June 24, 2011

Things I Know For Sure

I know that I fall in love with Virginia over and over again every time I'm here. Especially when it's super green and when it's a beautiful 60 degrees on a Friday evening.

I know that I miss my family when they're out of town.

I know that I miss London so much it hurts sometimes. And while I love to talk about it, a part of me hates talking about it because no one truly understands how incredible it was.

I know that I miss all my friends that spread all over the planet at this moment in time whether it be missions, study abroad programs, living abroad or even if they're just in Provo and I'm not.

I know that I forgot how stressful my job can be but also how much fun it is to talk about gimp, Justin Bieber and dodgeball in serious conversations on a daily basis.

I know that I love my dog. Yes, I'm one of those people. There's just something great about coming home and having someone be so excited they can hardly contain it every time. Plus, every time he licks my toe it's like he's saying, "I'm glad you're here".

I know that I have a rediscovered love for reading and feel really successful when I've finished a book. Although, sometimes I get caught up in researching what books to read and run out of time to actually read them.

I know that I've eaten out so much lately that I've likely gained 5 lbs.

I know that because I've been eating out so often I should probably start to work out more regularly, especially if I'm committing to doing a 10k in the fall...

I know that few things can make me happier then driving around listening to Adele at full blast as I shamelessly sing along.

I know that I have a newfound enjoyment of baking. The only problem is I have no one besides myself to eat the treats I create.

I know that since being home from London I have fallen back in love with a lot of my clothes I did without but, I still love the London-style leggings and t-shirts.

I know that I have an obsession with Pinterest and blog-stalking.

I know that I should take more pictures because without them, I feel like I haven't accomplished too much. Especially coming from 4 months of taking hundreds of pictures a day.

I know that reminiscing with friends about high school (even though it feels like 100 years ago) is always good for laughs and moments of embarrassment when you realize how truly weird everyone is in high school.

Most importantly, I know I'm happy just the way things are and that when it's hot outside, like it is now, it pains me to think of the day that I'll walk outside to see snow covering my car.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

A Phone Call

Today was a good day. 
I went to work (and while it was boring me to death, we can make it a tad more fun)
I watched the Bachelorette with Nikki.
I went to a Nats game with Katherine and her family.
Today was a good day.

On my drive home from Katherine's I was so tired. I think I've done more in the last few days then I have in a month. But I found myself saying into my phone: "Call Maddy". As the phone was ringing I started thinking, "wait. I'm too tired to chat. I need energy to have a lively conversation! Maybe I can just leave a message." Then she answered.

What the heck was wrong with me? Who cares if I was tired. It's my Maddy! Thank goodness I mindlessly called her because she made my good day great. We're bizarrely the same. Maybe it's because it's okay to admit to each other that we are nerdy readers then compare books. Maybe it's okay to confess that we stalk the same blogs. Maybe we just get each other. 

Oh I miss her. 

So I know you're reading this ya blog stalker:
Dear Maddy,
You make me so happy and conversations with you are my favorite. You are just the icing of my hummingbird bakery cupcake :) Also, don't be offended by my confession of not wanting to chat for that 5 second period of time. It was a moment of weakness. Just like that time when we watched Twilight on a Saturday night in the classroom by ourselves. Or like the time when I stopped for an eclair on my way home from Nandos. Counting down the days until we can do it all again :)
Love you, Sara

So the moral of this story is that, while I avoid keeping in touch sometimes (mostly due to laziness), I still love you. Whoever you are. And it makes me happy to chat. Even if it's just about what book you're reading.

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Dear Padre:

Happy Father's Day Daddy-o!
You know you're the best ever.
Even though I was the only one here to celebrate with you, you know you're loved.
I hope you enjoyed your day of friends, snickers bars and most importantly- me & Nikki!

Next year maybe we'll all be together to celebrate how fab you are :)
Love you!

Friday, June 17, 2011

Time of Your Life

Lately, I think I've been experiencing a lot of "deja vu". Annie graduated today and everything that has been going on is really reflecting back to my life a few years ago. But here I am on the other side. 
[granted, Annie is way cooler than I am so imagine her life... downsized and that's how I experienced it all]
Last night all her friends came over to help her pack for college (check out this for more), they were all giddy with excitement of going into a new exciting future but at the same time, there were a lot of other emotions involved. They were hugging each other, possibly holding back tears and just thinking about the future of their friendship. 
I thought back to this happening to me and wished I could really explain how much it really does work out. It's scary and new but it's great. How do you really make people understand things like that?

When I graduated (slash went to college in the same week), me and my two best friends had a teary melt down in my room, I recruited friends to help me pack, I did every "Herndon" thing I could think to do before I left. Then I left, and it was okay. As I listened to the hopeful and inspiring remarks of all those that spoke at the graduation ceremony (Annie included), I realized how true it all is. Our futures are up to us and the world is at our fingertips begging for us to grab opportunities and be happy about it. 
Now here I am, on the other side of it watching Annie do her thing. She's heading off to BYU and I'm all excitement. She has no idea what she's in for, which is a great thing. Now the things from high school I thought I couldn't live without are just a fleeting memory as I experience bigger and better things. Bigger lessons to learn, amazing friendships to be made, and adventures to be had.
But I know, high school is always a part of us. 
It's where we come from and it's impossible to completely leave it behind.

One of Gretchen Rubin's (The Happiness Project) splendid truths is that the days are long but the years are short. Doesn't high school feel that way? You're days are packed with activities, homework, friends and sports. But then four years passes you by.
The same thing happens in college and I'm already feeling nostalgic about it.
But for now, I'll celebrate high school with the class of 2011.
Happy Graduation. 
You're off to bigger and better things whether you realize it or not!

Thursday, June 9, 2011

My Motherly Duty

The last few weeks I have become a mother. 
(of course I mean figuratively)
My days consist of the following:

Telling Annie to get her leg into that dang machine that moves her leg for her- thank you rehabilitation.
Making unmentionable amounts of cookies and/or cupcakes
Researching new recipes for dinner or just treats
Doing the grocery shopping
Setting up quilting frames
Entertaining (or just lingering around) Annie's friends
Dropping off Annie's project at school
Driving my disabled sister around
Giving the dog, Nikki, some needed TLC
Doing numerous chores around the house
Attending Annie's numerous graduations, concerts, games and other various activities
Running needed errands
Listening to the content of Annie's school day
Watching endless episodes of Oprah (and holding back tears during nearly every one)
Taking pictures at Annie's prom 
Then blogging about it later after the family has gone to sleep.

I'm a mommy blogger.

How did this happen!?
I need to start working, this is getting out of control.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Dear Future Self...

Please remember to do what Carly, from College Prep, blogged about today.

When she graduated high school her mom presented her with a stack of letters from people that knew her really well. Her list of people included former babysitters, teachers, coaches, friends, family friends, friends parents, and all other relationships she had formed in her life. What an amazing idea! While getting notes from others on special occasions is always appreciated, I think we all can agree that sometimes we write them in the car on the way to the party, sign our names on a group gift, or right a quite "congrats" and sign our name. Yes, it's the thought that counts. I'm not discounting the effort it takes to think of someone and to do something for them BUT this was such a great idea to ask people to write thoughtful, personalized and special notes for someone that you love.

I have to say though, I'm one lucky girl because I have a mom who loves to write and is quite spectacular at it. This is a well known fact here at our house and really to anyone that knows her but as of now she's sharing it with everyone. My friends were always jealous when at Girls Camp I would get incredibly thoughtful letters that included journal entries she'd written from my childhood and I always would try to hide my smile (or tears) as I read them. Even still I will find a note in my room or an e-mail in my inbox where she is so eloquently showing how much she loves me.

Now I have to sayyyyyy: here's her blog address: You won't be disappointed. If you love good writing (or my mom) as much as I do, you'll love reading what she has to say. Stay tuned and subscribe because I feel like this summer will be a creative period for her.

Also future self, please remember to make your kids dress this cute:

Sunday, June 5, 2011

21 Reasons to Celebrate

I think as I start to get older (yes, I know I'm not that old) I start to think less of my birthdays just because I guess I feel like celebrating a birthday is a little kid thing. With the balloons, the elaborate princess cake, huge birthday parties with clowns and crazy decorations, it seems like it's a little dated for me to do. 

BUT, just about a week ago I was reading a blog and the woman who was writing said that she thought that birthdays were always worth celebrating because it symbolizes a year of learning, experiences and life.
So true. 

I have to be honest and admit that last year on my 20th birthday I felt like my mortality was coming to a close. My June birthday where I would enter a new decade of my life coincided with the fact that I had completed my second year of school and was therefore halfway through my college years. YIKES. My poor friends that were so good to celebrate my birthday were bombarded with my negativity about getting old. But little did I know at the time, that my 20th year would be INCREDIBLE. Easily the best of my life thus far.

So this year as I ended that amazing year, I was a little sad to see it end just because it seems so unbeatable. But really, if my 20th year could be so unexpectedly fabulous, why can't my 21st?

Today at church someone made a comment saying that she had someone ask her what she wanted her kids to know about specific times in her life and then to LIVE for whatever that was. I thought that was really great advice so I think I'll take that on as my "21st Year Goal". 
Living for what I want.

So as I celebrated this year I was spoiled with great family friends, a returning missionary, great old friends, study abroad friends, work friends and everyone in between. It's always a nice reminder that you're loved and that maybe birthdays are worth celebrating.