No, the other left.

I have always had problems with left and right.

And stairs.

And Gravity.


My sister sent me this video the other day. If I had ever tried ballet, this would have been the result.

I hope no one ever lets this girl try un-even bars. I know first hand that they result in bloody noses and a swift end to the rest of "bring a friend" to Gymnasitcs Day.


Sigh. At least I can make make mac and cheese. And sushi.

"A Shiny Shoe is a Happy Shoe"

     This is how my first day of classes began.

     This is how it ended.

 
   Off to figure out how to shine crocs. (you heard me.)

I Don't Know . . .

. . . But I want to be a part of it.

Another Birthday!

Happy Birthday Mother Dear!

Happy Birthday Julia!

She told America that it was ok to mess up in the kitchen...in ways she actually reminds me of Ms. Frizzle from Magic School Bus ("Make mistakes! Get Messy!") I love her outlook on life, and how to approach cooking.
"Never apologize!" Always rings out in my head when I think of her.


She also taught me how to cook on hot summer days:

Happy Birthday Dear!

Made me smile:

That pretty much sums up my life since as far back as I can remember; I just realized how appropriate my "Sara Pooh" nickname has been.

Day 10: Favorite Color

I don't have one, I have many. And this bracelet that my sister gave me has them all.