Thankity-Spankity and Such.

First off, let me just say I love each and every one of you 64 beauties represented on the right side of my screen in the teensy photographs. To think that my little slice of blogger has 64 followers blows my mind right up. It blows it to smithereens. A big thanks to all of you for hanging around these parts and for reading what I have to say. Using the much overused phrase from any one of the Jersey Shore cast members, "At the end of the day", I ultimately write for myself. Writing is an outlet and it's always been that creative thing that I've loved. I don't paint, I don't dance, I don't do music, or bake, or really do anything remotely creative and artistic, but writing has always been where my interest is. It's a way for me to release my thoughts and it's a time when I feel that I'm raw, exposed, vulnerable, and honest. Writing for me is my time to release my quirky and sometimes funny (to me) side. My humor isn't always translate the best in spoken word and I can easily be misunderstood at times. I'm sarcastic in real life but that can be interpreted as rudeness. If I use some unusual language that I so often love to do, I sometimes receive some looks that let me know people think I'm bonkers. To me, that's usually a sign of success.
And all that garble was simply to say that even though I figured no one else would ever be interested in what I have to say, I sure am glad that all of you are. It tickles me and makes a girl smile. It makes a girl smile real big.

It's fitting that the following fortune was in my fortune cookie last night:

Keep your feet on the ground even though friends flatter you.

Mr. Fortune is trying to bring me down a few notches. Fret not, dear followers. I am not letting my fame get the best of me. No, no. My feet are firmly planted on the ground and my fingers are in the home key position on the keyboard.

And speaking of being misunderstood, here's one more thing. Sometimes I'm also misunderstood based on my facial expressions. I swear I'm a nice person--way deep, deep down somewhere in that little black heart of mine. If you saw me from across a room or through the lens of my Mom's camera, you might beg to differ that I don't have one smidgen of nice anywhere in my body. My Mom is always snapping pictures. Always. Because of this, there are many pictures of me caught in my 'natural' state.

A lot of the time I have a serious look about me. I've caught a glimpse of myself in my mirror before while driving and I'm usually wearing a scowl. I'm not a crotchety person, I'm just usually deep in thought. Unfortunately, my thoughts obviously make me look like I'm angry and hating life. I guess it could be worse. I'm thankful my deep thoughts don't make me look like I'm constipated.

To help illustrate this example, I'm including a sampling of pictures that my Mom snapped of me at a beach dinner while in Florida. I had no idea she was snapping away, so these are all completely natural shots of me. Doing my thing.

Picture #1

It looks like I'm pissed and miserable and bored. I'm on a beach and I look like I'm so mad I could die. Actually, it looks like I'm doing some pretty hard judging here towards someone.

Picture #2

I almost have a slight dazed/cross-eyed look beginning to form here. That's dangerous.

Picture #3

Yep. Again. With pursed lips.

Picture #4

One more. With my hater blockers. Not one crack of a smile. For miles.

Was I angry about something? Well. You can bet your bottom dollar that something was ruffling my feathers. That's usually always a given. However, I do try to let some of my radiant personality shine on through despite my angers. 

I do remember that I was angry because it was so dern windy and I kept saying, "Some super hold hairspray this is".  I hate the wind. Also the dinner line was pretty long. I'm sure that made me a little angry. I don't like lines. And I also remember thinking that if I heard that song "I Love the Nightlife" one more time I was going to start throwing chairs. I felt like I heard that song everywhere we went in Florida. It was like it was Sandestin's anthem. I don't want to boogie so leave me alone. 

Guess I'm just crabby.

Those were unfortunate attempts at me trying to do a mean crab face. I should have just been me. 

In my natural, sullen state.

So for fun I like to play the caption game. Let's pretend we're on facebook for a minute and create a caption to go with my unpleasant pictures. For example: picture #1 of my crankity face:

Picture #1 Caption: I love puppies and rainbows so much I could just start crying right now.

or it could be something like...

I hope that buffet tablecloth goes up in flames.

See. Captions are fun. Making up stories to go with pictures is extra exciting. You can play the caption game with me. Feel free to comment below and leave a caption on a Sarah picture. 

Options 1, 2, 3, and 4 are available for your choosing. And you all know me. I don't get offended easily so make it funny and/or inappropriate if you wish. Make me laugh. Go.

Or if you don't want to play the caption game and you just want to leave me a comment that you love me so much, I'll take that too. Go.

I Want to be a Princess Now.

Ello! I've noticed all day that people have been calling those that woke up early to watch the Royal Wedding one of the "crazies". Well. I guess I'm one of those "crazies" then. I'm so glad I saw it. It is definitely something I won't soon forget. I woke up around 4:50 this morning to watch the coverage. I thought that I would just catch a glimpse of her dress and then go back to bed. Yeah right. Once I started watching, I was hooked. There was no turning the TV off.

As I was watching this morning, I jotted down some of my thoughts. Yes, I took notes during the Royal Wedding. I did it for good reason, as I wrote them in anticipation of this blog, so shush now.

• I bet Kate's wrist is killing from waving so much. Carpel tunnel danger.
• I love Posh and Becks.
• David Beckham, you are hot. Really. Hot.
• Charles looks major old.
• The trees inside the church are beyond amazing. I wanna do that if I ever get married. I feel that would be a real possibility.
• Will I ever get married? Maybe in 2049.
• Kate. Amazing. You're taking my breath away. Tears in my eyes.
• Okay, Sarah. Stop crying. Seriously.
• Kate had the longest walk down the aisle ever.
• She looks so calm. And so happy.
• I love how everyone is wearing hats. It's like Derby Day.
• Why don't we wear hats to weddings here? It's so festive.
• I wish I had a British accent.
• It's so weird when they add an 'r' to the end of words that end with an 'a'. Example: Paular. Simon Cowell always called Paula Abdul 'Paular'.
• And then I try to imitate the way the word was said. It's always a big fat fail. My British accent sucks. It's like Britney Spears attempt at it.
• Oh Harry. I like you. And you're still on the market. Holla at me.
• Pippa is beautiful and I like her fun name.
• So really I should be saying Pippar.
• Harry should marry Pippa if he doesn't marry me.
• Hmm. Kate's brother is kinda cute.
• Such a fairy tale. It makes me want to sing a Disney song.
• William and Harry look so nice all dressed up.
• Those little boys in their red coats and white pants are adorable.
• Kate is beautiful.
• I like how Kate smiled the moment William said the "for richer" part of the vows. Maybe it was just coincidental, but she knows she's gonna be for richer.  ;)
• I want Kate's hair.
• I used to have the biggest crush on Prince William.
• He sure is balding. Dang. 
• William liked it. He put a ring on it.
• Wha-oh-oh-oh-oh-ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
• Speaking of ring, it seemed awfully tight.
• I might have a girl crush on Kate.
• If the bride and groom sit down, you know it's going to be a long ceremony.
• I HAVE to get in the shower.
• William looks quite handsome in his hat.
• I want to ride in a carriage.
• Dang! Look at the Queen's carriage.
• Look at all the Queen's horses and all the Queen's men!
• I wonder what the Queen's corgis are doing. I guess just roaming around Buckingham Palace and eating off their silver dog platters like always.
• My favorite sign in the crowd: "Checkmate Kate--you've taken the king!" Clever.
• I'm a chess nerd.
• Popping champagne at 11 in the middle of a crowd ? Sounds like a fun time to me. Bottoms up.
• Must. Peel. Eyes. Off. TV.
• Sad face. Leaving for work and I'm going to miss the balcony kiss.

I saw the replay of their balcony kiss x2. Their kiss was way better than Charles and Diana's pop kiss. Good job, kids.
It was truly a beautiful wedding. I loved every minute of it. It's not often that we get to witness real life fairy tale moments. I teared up a few times while watching. I definitely did when she got out of the car. She was stunning. Another time was when it was said that she "arrived a commoner and left as HRH (Her Royal Highness). Aw. Dreams do come true. Kate's a real life Disney Princess story.

I also teared up hearing a little girl on the news talk about Kate's wedding dress. Imagine this being said in the most adorable of British accents: "When she was walking down, it looked as though it {the dress} were floating in mid-air."

Image from InStyle.com

I've been thinking about this dang wedding all day and just how beautiful it all was. I love seeing two people that look so happy and so in love. It's truly refreshing. And well, the whole royal family thing with their palaces and horse drawn carriages and all is just so neat. I'm in awe of it all. You can tell that the UK truly loves their Royal Family.

I will leave you now with this. This goes out to all my fellow single ladies: