"Some people are settling, some people are settling down, and some people refuse to settle for anything less than butterflies." Carrie Bradshaw
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Teachers of Instagram Linky!
I'm linking up with my friend, Elizabeth. I just love this girl.
We met in Vegas over the summer at
I Teach K and I instantly liked her. She's so fun.
Guys, I was wayyyyyyyyy behind the times with Instagram. I seriously just created an account like two weeks ago. What!? #socialmedialoser I've been missing out! Because I just joined up, I don't have a whole heck of a lot of photos to choose from, but here goes nothin':
Top 3 Favorite Instagram Photos:
This is my most recent photo that I've posted. My guy and I went to the Titans game on Sunday. I wasn't doing a whole lotta game watching. #concessions #Igotosportingeventsforthefood #whocaresaboutfootball
Funny story. My whole family went to the game and we all sat in one of the Party Suites. So we seriously did just eat the whole time. Mom looks up at one point during the game and says, "So how many innings are in this game?" I can't laugh at her too hard because this summer while at the St. Louis Cardinals game, I asked David when halftime was. I swear he laughed for 30 minutes. #likemotherlikedaughter #wearereallyintosports
This is my dog, Daisy. I just love her to bits. #sheloveshermomtoo
I saw this print at Hobby Lobby and snapped a picture. I chose this picture because
1. I love Hobby Lobby
2. I really believe that this is true. I'm ready for all that 2014 has in store.
Thanks for hosting this little linky, Elizabeth!
Head on over to her blog to link-up!
Follow me on Instagram @semarcum4
Monday, October 7, 2013
It's Fall Break!!
Hey guys! I'm here for my once-a-quarter blog post. Sad, but true. It's fall break! I'm always so happy to make it to October. Good riddance, first eight weeks of school. Glad that's over with.
This year, well, I'm definitely not at the beach. :( I can't complain, though. I was lucky to travel a lot this summer. The result of being on the go means I'm a little poor in the travel budget right now. Instead of enjoying the nice Florida weather, I'm left behind with the crazy Kentucky weather. Saturday it was so hot and humid here I was miserable. Today I had to bust out my space heater and sweatshirt. Ridiculous.
My brother moved out of my house in August. Yes, dear brother that I had as a roommate for two years spread his wings, packed up, and moved out on his own. :tear:
The weekend he moved out, I got the itch to redo his bathroom. Boy germs. Yuck. A trip to Lowe's was in order. I got new paint. And, well, we all know that new paint will lead to a complete overhaul. Yeah, I bought all new everything: towel bars, glass wall shelf, faucet, shower rod, shower curtain, rugs, decorative accessories. Everything. It was fun. And a little bit expensive.
That's probably the real reason I don't have Florida money right now.
I love my new faucet. I would love it even more if it were fully functioning right now. The guy below, who will remain nameless but I think you all know who he is,got frustrated and ended up snapping the drain pipe in half tried really hard to finish it up but encountered a little problem. Now a plumber needs to be called. More travel funds. Down the drain.


Last year during fall break I was at the beach...
This year, well, I'm definitely not at the beach. :( I can't complain, though. I was lucky to travel a lot this summer. The result of being on the go means I'm a little poor in the travel budget right now. Instead of enjoying the nice Florida weather, I'm left behind with the crazy Kentucky weather. Saturday it was so hot and humid here I was miserable. Today I had to bust out my space heater and sweatshirt. Ridiculous.
So what's new?
Well...
I'm still loving hanging out with this guy. We're fun. And we eat.
A lot. Pure soul mates.
A lot. Pure soul mates.
Yes, friends. I am still dating this boy. And I still like him.
A lot. A record? Perhaps.
A lot. A record? Perhaps.
My brother moved out of my house in August. Yes, dear brother that I had as a roommate for two years spread his wings, packed up, and moved out on his own. :tear:
The weekend he moved out, I got the itch to redo his bathroom. Boy germs. Yuck. A trip to Lowe's was in order. I got new paint. And, well, we all know that new paint will lead to a complete overhaul. Yeah, I bought all new everything: towel bars, glass wall shelf, faucet, shower rod, shower curtain, rugs, decorative accessories. Everything. It was fun. And a little bit expensive.
That's probably the real reason I don't have Florida money right now.
I love my new faucet. I would love it even more if it were fully functioning right now. The guy below, who will remain nameless but I think you all know who he is,
I was inspired after the Vegas trip to start another blog that would be more devoted to classroom happenings and more school specific things. I did my first little post back in mid-August. Have I written again since? You know the answer. Of course not.
It is bare bones and so not fancy and there's nothing of substance there yet, but I have good intentions (like always), and you can make me happy by going over to follow me if you want. I need a follower other than myself.
And I've had 7 big transactions in my TPT store. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow it down, Sarah. It still excites me all the same.
And in keeping with my purely random fashion, we'll close with this:
Check out these little napkins I found at Wal-Mart.
Of course I had to buy them. In addition to a cart full of other things I didn't need.
Happy Fall!
Monday, August 5, 2013
All Good Things Must Come to An End.
Today is the day. My last official day of summer. Summer is breaking up with me today and it's not mutual. Back to work tomorrow. First day with kids on Thursday. Sigh. It was fun while it lasted. The countdown to May is on.
I met my new crop of kids yesterday. They seem good. Good is good. I like good. One little boy was following me around the room for awhile. He then asked, "Are you nice?" I laughed. What an awesome question. He really wasn't sure. I told him I try to be nice. Then I asked him what he thought about me and my niceness. He said he thinks I'm nice. I told him if he's nice, I'm nice. That's how Ms. Marcum does it.
We're totally switching gears here, but random is my specialty, along with procrastination, so here we go. I was at the doctor the end of last week. The lady doctor variety. Each exam room in my doctors office has a little picture in the light above your table for you to look at and 'take you away to another place', I guess. I've seen many of the scenes in the exam rooms over the years: an underwater ocean scene, a beach, etc. I was in a new room this time.
I don't know about you guys, but animal babies staring at me from the sky above (so naturally it was animal heaven) struck me as odd. I don't need a parrot, dog, and kitten looking down upon me with my legs spread for a perfect view of my privacy. Guardian gynecology animals. They saw it all. They saw it ALL.
And you know what else was great about the visit? My doctor about fell off of his spinning stool when he looked at my chart and told me I've gained 12 pounds in the past year. Ouch. He said that made him feel like a failure as a doctor. I told him that was strange. I'm the one that can't put the fork down. Or the bag of chips down. Or the ice cream bars down. Or whatever it may be.
But since he wanted to take full responsibility, I left the office and drove straight to Chick-fil-A.
I'm off to squeeze out the last little drops of summery sunny awesomeness of this day.
I met my new crop of kids yesterday. They seem good. Good is good. I like good. One little boy was following me around the room for awhile. He then asked, "Are you nice?" I laughed. What an awesome question. He really wasn't sure. I told him I try to be nice. Then I asked him what he thought about me and my niceness. He said he thinks I'm nice. I told him if he's nice, I'm nice. That's how Ms. Marcum does it.
We're totally switching gears here, but random is my specialty, along with procrastination, so here we go. I was at the doctor the end of last week. The lady doctor variety. Each exam room in my doctors office has a little picture in the light above your table for you to look at and 'take you away to another place', I guess. I've seen many of the scenes in the exam rooms over the years: an underwater ocean scene, a beach, etc. I was in a new room this time.
And this was my scene:
I don't know about you guys, but animal babies staring at me from the sky above (so naturally it was animal heaven) struck me as odd. I don't need a parrot, dog, and kitten looking down upon me with my legs spread for a perfect view of my privacy. Guardian gynecology animals. They saw it all. They saw it ALL.
And you know what else was great about the visit? My doctor about fell off of his spinning stool when he looked at my chart and told me I've gained 12 pounds in the past year. Ouch. He said that made him feel like a failure as a doctor. I told him that was strange. I'm the one that can't put the fork down. Or the bag of chips down. Or the ice cream bars down. Or whatever it may be.
But since he wanted to take full responsibility, I left the office and drove straight to Chick-fil-A.
I'm off to squeeze out the last little drops of summery sunny awesomeness of this day.
Thursday, August 1, 2013
Oh my goodness gracious! It's been far too long! I've missed you guys. I've missed writing. I feel like I have 1,276 things to tell you all. There's so much to catch up on.
I had to take a little bit of a mental check out from a lot of "extra" things in my life this past year, blogging being one, sadly. Last school year was a great one--one of my best ever--but it was exhausting. Completely draining. I had no idea how tiring being apart of an inaugural school year would be. Opening a school is no joke. I can't imagine how exhausted my poor principal was all the time.
Plus the students I had last year...mercy. Wore. Me. Out.
But.
I'm just finishing up a long summer break. Glorious sunshiny summer break. It arrived right on time (before I had a nervous breakdown) and was exactly what I needed. I was drained but am feeling recharged and much more like myself. I'm still not ready to go back to school, but I never really will be, so might as well get this train rolling. I want summer break 12 months a year, but I don't think that's ever going to happen.
So much has happened since my last post in April.
I turned 30. So I'm old now. Honestly, 30 has been fantastic so far. I think 29 was way worse because I had a whole year with 30 looming ahead. I dreaded its coming. But 30 is here now, so that's out of the way. I'm excited about all the great things ahead.
My two best friends had babies, so I'm an Aunt now--twice! I love sweet little Kalyn and Lincoln to pieces. I'm so proud of these babies and their mommas for pushing it real good and bringing them into the world.
I've spent a great deal of the summer living out of a suitcase and traveling. I enjoyed some time in Florida, St. Louis, and Vegas.
I met some fun new people, including some blog friends! Hey y'all!
(I'll post soon on my Vegas trip and the many great ladies that I met while I was there!)
I adopted a new furry friend, a Siamese kitten that I named Juniper. I call her Junie for short. This little kitten is trouble, I tell ya. She is a wild one, but she sure is cute, though. She reminds me of Skippyjon Jones. Daisy still isn't real sure about her. She's kind of missing being the "only child".
So yes, a lot has been going on since my hiatus, but the biggest news of all that I've been withholding from you all is that I have myself a boyfriend now. Yes! You read that correctly. If I could insert fireworks or a parade in this post, I would. I'm pretty happy about it. He's great. I'm great. We're great.
And this is going to be wayyyyyyyyyyy cheesy, but you know how my little blog title is about waiting on the butterflies? Well...I think I've finally found them. Finally! And I'm not one to talk about mushy gushy stuff, so the fact that I'm mentioning it at all says a lot. So, shh! Let's stop talking about it so I don't jinx it.
I just wanted to pop in and let you know I'm still alive. I'm dying to post about Vegas so I will do that very soon in between all the back to school craziness that I'm all up in. I'll talk at you all soon.
I had to take a little bit of a mental check out from a lot of "extra" things in my life this past year, blogging being one, sadly. Last school year was a great one--one of my best ever--but it was exhausting. Completely draining. I had no idea how tiring being apart of an inaugural school year would be. Opening a school is no joke. I can't imagine how exhausted my poor principal was all the time.
Plus the students I had last year...mercy. Wore. Me. Out.
But.
I'm just finishing up a long summer break. Glorious sunshiny summer break. It arrived right on time (before I had a nervous breakdown) and was exactly what I needed. I was drained but am feeling recharged and much more like myself. I'm still not ready to go back to school, but I never really will be, so might as well get this train rolling. I want summer break 12 months a year, but I don't think that's ever going to happen.
So much has happened since my last post in April.
I turned 30. So I'm old now. Honestly, 30 has been fantastic so far. I think 29 was way worse because I had a whole year with 30 looming ahead. I dreaded its coming. But 30 is here now, so that's out of the way. I'm excited about all the great things ahead.
My two best friends had babies, so I'm an Aunt now--twice! I love sweet little Kalyn and Lincoln to pieces. I'm so proud of these babies and their mommas for pushing it real good and bringing them into the world.
I've spent a great deal of the summer living out of a suitcase and traveling. I enjoyed some time in Florida, St. Louis, and Vegas.
I met some fun new people, including some blog friends! Hey y'all!
(I'll post soon on my Vegas trip and the many great ladies that I met while I was there!)
I adopted a new furry friend, a Siamese kitten that I named Juniper. I call her Junie for short. This little kitten is trouble, I tell ya. She is a wild one, but she sure is cute, though. She reminds me of Skippyjon Jones. Daisy still isn't real sure about her. She's kind of missing being the "only child".
So yes, a lot has been going on since my hiatus, but the biggest news of all that I've been withholding from you all is that I have myself a boyfriend now. Yes! You read that correctly. If I could insert fireworks or a parade in this post, I would. I'm pretty happy about it. He's great. I'm great. We're great.
And this is going to be wayyyyyyyyyyy cheesy, but you know how my little blog title is about waiting on the butterflies? Well...I think I've finally found them. Finally! And I'm not one to talk about mushy gushy stuff, so the fact that I'm mentioning it at all says a lot. So, shh! Let's stop talking about it so I don't jinx it.
I just wanted to pop in and let you know I'm still alive. I'm dying to post about Vegas so I will do that very soon in between all the back to school craziness that I'm all up in. I'll talk at you all soon.
Friday, April 5, 2013
Oops. Here It Is.
Guys. What's my deal? I don't even know how to blog anymore. Two months goes by awfully fast...oops.
Today was the last official day of my spring break. That makes me sad all day long. I love time off from work. I love it a little bit too much. But you all know all about that because I mention it every time I have a break from school.
Do you want some good news? I only have 7 weeks (34 more school days to be exact) until I get a whole lotta days off. Summer break is quickly approaching and I am more than ready. I think I'm the most ready I've ever been in my whole life for this summer break. It's been a good school year, but just busy. I'm just ready to chill. While getting tan sitting by the pool.
So, what's new with Sarah? Um, not really a lot of fun and neat things. Just livin' life. You just gotta keep on livin' man, L-I-V-I-N. That's what I've been doing. And it's kinda routine and dull.
I'll give you some recent happenings from the past couple weeks.
Last weekend my parents adopted a couple of corgis. It has been a year since our family corgi Abby, that we had for 13 years, passed away. My parents were finally ready to add some new furry babies to their house.
We're having our own little edition of Breaking Amish: Corgi Style. At first I typed Doggie Style, but then felt really awkward about that...that's not what's going on, guys. Anyway. They're seeing everything in our "English world" for the first time. They freaked out the first time we ever turned the TV on. Little Ruby barked and growled at the TV screen for hours. And Max and Ruby want to go to bed as soon as the sun sets. Funny little things.
Hmm. What else can we talk about? The weather? It has been a bit bizarre lately. March was just way too stupid cold. And we had a freak hail storm a couple weeks ago.
Today we finally had spring-appropriate weather. I was brave and wore short sleeves and sandals. It's time. Next week we have 70+ temps in the forecast all week. I think spring has finally arrived in the Bluegrass State. Finally.
A pedicure is on my agenda for tomorrow so that my feet are looking pretty for all the sandals I'm going to bust out to wear to work next week. That makes me SO excited. My sandals have been calling to me. Pleading for me to wear them and toss the boots and flats to the back of the closet. I've heard your call, dear sandals. I have answered.
Hmm. What else? I don't know if I've told you all (probably not since I haven't really been around on my blog much in the past year), but my two bestest friends are pregnant with their first babies. I have been so excited about it. I get to be "Aunt Sarah" twice this year! 2013 is a big year!
Below is a picture of Alison. We have been friends through the ages and will remain friends until the end of time. Her little girl will be arriving THIS MONTH! Just a few more weeks. April is the best month of all to be born, says the April birthday girl (me!). We have the best birthstone. Can't deny that.
Today was the last official day of my spring break. That makes me sad all day long. I love time off from work. I love it a little bit too much. But you all know all about that because I mention it every time I have a break from school.
Do you want some good news? I only have 7 weeks (34 more school days to be exact) until I get a whole lotta days off. Summer break is quickly approaching and I am more than ready. I think I'm the most ready I've ever been in my whole life for this summer break. It's been a good school year, but just busy. I'm just ready to chill. While getting tan sitting by the pool.
So, what's new with Sarah? Um, not really a lot of fun and neat things. Just livin' life. You just gotta keep on livin' man, L-I-V-I-N. That's what I've been doing. And it's kinda routine and dull.
I'll give you some recent happenings from the past couple weeks.
Last weekend my parents adopted a couple of corgis. It has been a year since our family corgi Abby, that we had for 13 years, passed away. My parents were finally ready to add some new furry babies to their house.
Meet Max and Ruby!
They are so fun. These little guys have had a hard little life. They came to KY through a local Corgi Rescue that bought them at an Amish dog auction. They had previously been at an Amish puppy mill in Missouri. The first part of their life is a sad story, but they're quickly becoming spoiled dogs and are enjoying their new digs.We're having our own little edition of Breaking Amish: Corgi Style. At first I typed Doggie Style, but then felt really awkward about that...that's not what's going on, guys. Anyway. They're seeing everything in our "English world" for the first time. They freaked out the first time we ever turned the TV on. Little Ruby barked and growled at the TV screen for hours. And Max and Ruby want to go to bed as soon as the sun sets. Funny little things.
Hmm. What else can we talk about? The weather? It has been a bit bizarre lately. March was just way too stupid cold. And we had a freak hail storm a couple weeks ago.
This was my sidewalk:
What?
Today we finally had spring-appropriate weather. I was brave and wore short sleeves and sandals. It's time. Next week we have 70+ temps in the forecast all week. I think spring has finally arrived in the Bluegrass State. Finally.
A pedicure is on my agenda for tomorrow so that my feet are looking pretty for all the sandals I'm going to bust out to wear to work next week. That makes me SO excited. My sandals have been calling to me. Pleading for me to wear them and toss the boots and flats to the back of the closet. I've heard your call, dear sandals. I have answered.
Hmm. What else? I don't know if I've told you all (probably not since I haven't really been around on my blog much in the past year), but my two bestest friends are pregnant with their first babies. I have been so excited about it. I get to be "Aunt Sarah" twice this year! 2013 is a big year!
Below is a picture of Alison. We have been friends through the ages and will remain friends until the end of time. Her little girl will be arriving THIS MONTH! Just a few more weeks. April is the best month of all to be born, says the April birthday girl (me!). We have the best birthstone. Can't deny that.
I love touching bellies that have babies growing inside of them. I can't resist it. I don't go up to strangers and rub bellies. I only do it to people that I know are cool with it.
And feeling a baby kick is one of the coolest things in this lifetime.
(Ashley, I don't think we have a picture like this yet. I looked through my phone and did not see one that exists. This makes me sad and we must fix it.)
Well, children, I just wanted to drop in and let you all know that I am still here and I'm still breathing. Sometimes it's heavy breathing when it involves having to walk a greater distance than from my couch to the kitchen.
Be back soon-ish. ;-)
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Bachelor Business.
I'm going to write this post real quick-like before I head to bed. I'm exhausted. This has been one rough week so far. And my nights! My nights have been so full. I've had not one, but TWO nights in a row of Bachelor watching/live tweeting. I'm not allowed to text or tweet the rest of the night. Not until I get the feeling back in the tip of my index finger. It's numb from overuse.
Let's see. Where do we even start? I guess we'll start with Monday night.
The relay race/goat milking challenge:
First of all, one of the girls saw the goats and asked if they were dogs. I almost turned the TV off right then because I couldn't believe someone would say something so idiotic.
Second, is there a man I would chug goats milk for? No one. I can think of no one. Is there a man I would chug cows milk for? Again, no one.
Bruno Mars would catch a grenade, throw his hand on a blade, jump in front of a train, take a bullet through his brain for you, but I won't even drink milk for you.
Tierra sneaking onto the Blue and Red Team date:
My main question: Why was Tierra wearing one of the blue teams plaid shirts? Answer: She either stole a shirt from one of the girls dirty clothes piles or she slept with someone that worked for wardrobe on the show. I wouldn't put either scenario past her.
Tierra's forehead dent:
It's getting bigger. And angrier. I think it's growing teeth. Does she have to feed it at night? Her forehead is still my biggest concern.
Monday nights show was boring in comparison to tonight. So, onto bigger and more dramatic things: Tuesday!
I'm just going to list some of my random thoughts from tonight. Here we go.
That snow bus? Do I have any Canadian readers? Educate me on this snow bus! That thing is a monster. And I want to drive one.
Catherine said she hasn't had hot chocolate since she was 4. Where do they find these girls?
And Catherine's story was sad about how she lost her friend when she was 12 (I'm not downplaying that at all. I'm not a monster), but the way she was setting it up, I really thought it was going to end with her being raped or assaulted. Did any of you feel that way? No?
All of the dates this season have been horrible. Rock climbing? No. Polar Bear Plunge? Absolutely not. I would have kicked myself off the show.
I'm like Selma. I'm also a "warm-weather people".
Tierra really has been down and out with injuries three times. And Sean has fallen for it each and every time. He's got good people perception. Really good perception.
Two new words have been added to the English language thanks to this season. Tierrable and Tierrorist. A big thanks to all of Sean's girlfriends!
Tierra always says she deserves a rose. She was that student in school that felt she should be rewarded for complying and following general expectations. We all know what kind of student she was. A teacher's worst nightmare, that's what.
And Sarah's breakup? I felt so bad for her. Sean made it worse by breaking up with her in private and then making her walk back into the room full of girls to break the news to them. That's just embarrassing. Just do it the old-fashioned, "tactful" way, Sean, by not giving her a rose during the rose ceremony.
And let's talk about Sarah for a minute. I'm intrigued by her. She needs her own show. Maybe on TLC. I have so many questions for her. Like, how do you put on your ring? Does she use her teeth to do it? How does your hair and makeup look SO much better than mine ever will? And I am not making fun of her at all. I seriously want to know. I'm impressed with all that she can do. I have a very curious mind and have a collection of 574 questions ready to unload on her about living life with one arm.
Sean obviously likes a sad back story and an insecure and needy girl. But if you have one arm, that's not sad enough. He will dump you.
Sean took Desiree on a date in a tent. He finds out she used to live in a tent. That date just got a little awkward.
The most romantic words a woman could ever hope for a man to say: "I knew you six were the six for me." Oh, Sean. Swoon. I'm so glad you love me and your five other girlfriends.
I could go on and on and on and on. I'll stop. I hit some of the high points.
I will close with this. Like I said, Sean obviously loves a sad story. He'll give you a rose if you tell him one, or if you cry in front of him, or if you act unstable. The girls this season are pros. They all have a sob story this season. Growing up in a tent, a tree crushing your best friend, living with one arm, having a boyfriend that died, etc, etc, etc.
I've really been thinking of what my back story would be. Do I have one? Do I have a sob story? A moment in my life that defines why I am the way I am? I mean, there was one time I didn't get a My Little Pony I wanted...does that count?
Let's see. Where do we even start? I guess we'll start with Monday night.
The relay race/goat milking challenge:
First of all, one of the girls saw the goats and asked if they were dogs. I almost turned the TV off right then because I couldn't believe someone would say something so idiotic.
Second, is there a man I would chug goats milk for? No one. I can think of no one. Is there a man I would chug cows milk for? Again, no one.
Bruno Mars would catch a grenade, throw his hand on a blade, jump in front of a train, take a bullet through his brain for you, but I won't even drink milk for you.
Tierra sneaking onto the Blue and Red Team date:
My main question: Why was Tierra wearing one of the blue teams plaid shirts? Answer: She either stole a shirt from one of the girls dirty clothes piles or she slept with someone that worked for wardrobe on the show. I wouldn't put either scenario past her.
Tierra's forehead dent:
It's getting bigger. And angrier. I think it's growing teeth. Does she have to feed it at night? Her forehead is still my biggest concern.
Monday nights show was boring in comparison to tonight. So, onto bigger and more dramatic things: Tuesday!
I'm just going to list some of my random thoughts from tonight. Here we go.
That snow bus? Do I have any Canadian readers? Educate me on this snow bus! That thing is a monster. And I want to drive one.
Catherine said she hasn't had hot chocolate since she was 4. Where do they find these girls?
And Catherine's story was sad about how she lost her friend when she was 12 (I'm not downplaying that at all. I'm not a monster), but the way she was setting it up, I really thought it was going to end with her being raped or assaulted. Did any of you feel that way? No?
All of the dates this season have been horrible. Rock climbing? No. Polar Bear Plunge? Absolutely not. I would have kicked myself off the show.
I'm like Selma. I'm also a "warm-weather people".
Tierra really has been down and out with injuries three times. And Sean has fallen for it each and every time. He's got good people perception. Really good perception.
Two new words have been added to the English language thanks to this season. Tierrable and Tierrorist. A big thanks to all of Sean's girlfriends!
Tierra always says she deserves a rose. She was that student in school that felt she should be rewarded for complying and following general expectations. We all know what kind of student she was. A teacher's worst nightmare, that's what.
And Sarah's breakup? I felt so bad for her. Sean made it worse by breaking up with her in private and then making her walk back into the room full of girls to break the news to them. That's just embarrassing. Just do it the old-fashioned, "tactful" way, Sean, by not giving her a rose during the rose ceremony.
And let's talk about Sarah for a minute. I'm intrigued by her. She needs her own show. Maybe on TLC. I have so many questions for her. Like, how do you put on your ring? Does she use her teeth to do it? How does your hair and makeup look SO much better than mine ever will? And I am not making fun of her at all. I seriously want to know. I'm impressed with all that she can do. I have a very curious mind and have a collection of 574 questions ready to unload on her about living life with one arm.
Sean obviously likes a sad back story and an insecure and needy girl. But if you have one arm, that's not sad enough. He will dump you.
Sean took Desiree on a date in a tent. He finds out she used to live in a tent. That date just got a little awkward.
The most romantic words a woman could ever hope for a man to say: "I knew you six were the six for me." Oh, Sean. Swoon. I'm so glad you love me and your five other girlfriends.
I could go on and on and on and on. I'll stop. I hit some of the high points.
I will close with this. Like I said, Sean obviously loves a sad story. He'll give you a rose if you tell him one, or if you cry in front of him, or if you act unstable. The girls this season are pros. They all have a sob story this season. Growing up in a tent, a tree crushing your best friend, living with one arm, having a boyfriend that died, etc, etc, etc.
I've really been thinking of what my back story would be. Do I have one? Do I have a sob story? A moment in my life that defines why I am the way I am? I mean, there was one time I didn't get a My Little Pony I wanted...does that count?
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