The Aussie Who Calls me Frank

After Maui - working more than I was hoping and relaxing less than I wanted, I kinda fell off the work out train and was a huge slacker!!!! So, in order to get back into shape, I've been kicking it into gear. Well, I've started the process of kicking it into gear....my biggest challenge, rolling out of bed at 4:45 to make it to 5 am Boot Camp.

Is it weird that I work out at 5 in the morning, in a garage, on Hooker Street with an Aussie who calls me Frank? You may say yes, but I say heck no. Check out Bonza Bodies.

With more hard work, I'll be ready for bikini season, and we all know the Shortcake loves bikinis!

Along with my 3-day a week Boot Camps (ok, I haven't made it all 3 days of a single week yet, but again, 5 am, need I say more?), I'm back on track with eating healthy. In fact, I could have enjoyed a free 'unhealthy' dinner at work tonight, but opted out of that and came home to eat something healthy. *Pat on my back.* I'm also trying to run, or do something active, the days in-between camp.

It's not just a rumor! Working out and eating healthy makes me feel 100% better. I'm motivated, and I'd love to get anyone motivated who is interested. I'm not kidding, I want to help everyone feel like this if I can.

Now that I've begun this day before the sun came up, I'm ready to end it before the sun goes down. Good Night.

Dedicated to my drawer full of bikinis - Can't wait to dust you off and wear you out.

27(ish) with no 'Prince Charming' (yet)

Coming from good 'ol Greeley, CO, almost all of my high school friends are married, have kids or some are even lucky enough to be married AND have kids. Most of those friends were in these situations right out of high school or college. After I graduated college, again from Greeley, I was surprisingly, and happily, still 'single'. I quickly picked up my roots and moved to San Diego.

In San Diego, it was like a whole new life style. People didn't even consider marriage until after reaching 30. In fact, I was in quite a serious relationship there, and my San Diego friends would look at me like I had something coming out of my nose when I would complain that my man wasn't putting a ring on it at the tender age of 24.

I'm not saying that either of these ways of life are right or wrong. I think the 'marriage' decision is based on what society has put on us, but more importantly, what the individual person wants in life and, of course, if that individual has found the him or her that will make a perfect soul mate.

Which leads me to where I'm at. Since kindergarten I have been that girl chasing boys, being chased by boys, and loving every minute of it. I have ALWAYS been a hopeless romantic. While I have made it very difficult for anyone to get through a tough wall I have built around my heart the last few years, I still believe in Love. I still believe in fairy tales. And just because I'm not married right now, doesn't mean I won't find my Mr. Right.

Why am I writing this blog? For 2 reasons.

Reason #1 for this somber, sad blog: I feel pressure. Pressure from society, especially since being back in Colorado. Pressure from my family and friends, that I don't believe is done on purpose, but regardless, it's still there. Pressure from my doctor who says I may have problems in the future with conceiving if I don't hurry it up. Pressure from my age. And even though it's just a number, it's a growing number and nobody wants to be the old woman with 10 cats, a robe and curlers in her hair (although I've joked about that on more than one occasion). Just because I'm not in a relationship right now and I don't have my 'other 1/2' doesn't mean I won't find him. And I know it sounds like I'm trying to convince you, but sometimes I really have to convince myself. My prince charming is out there, and I don't have to find him today, or tomorrow, but when the time is just right, he'll be here. And you know what?!? Being just me is good enough right now.

Reason #2 for this uber-depressing blog: I'm not in the same place as a lot of my friends. Like I said, a lot of my friends are getting married, having babies, making beautiful, beautiful families. And, I am so excited for them!!! It is amazing to watch and to be a part of. And I want my friends who are going through these times to know that I love being a part of this with you. I feel like sometimes I am kept out of the loop or not included in things because 'I'm not there'. I mean afterall, I'm Sarah, the single girl who has fun, but just doesn't get it. I get it. I just don't want it for myself, not right now, not without Mr. Right. Your families and lives are super important to me. Our lifestyles are different, but just because I'm not there, doesn't mean that I don't care.

Dedicated to those who feel the pressure. We've already taken this long, let's continue to take our time.

12 Step, Schmelve Step

"I will never drink again," the ever-popular words that came out of my mouth Friday night after 12 hours of drinking.

Rockies opening day did not disappoint. Getting to Jackson's at 9:30 am and waiting in line for a 1/2 hour proved to be a challenge. But, at 10 am, after I'd already used my hand sanitizer a few times from the surprise home-made goody bag, we were let into the bar and finally arrived at our destination - the roof of Jackson's. 10:02 am - Bloody Mary in hand and I was feeling like this day was worth playing hooky.

As our friends began to show up, and people began to flood in, we took our spot on stage - Best seats in the house/roof. By 11 am, the place was packed and our 'Beer Me' shirts were now working in full-force. When the cameras were brought out, we brought the sexy.

By 1 pm, we were feeling good. By 9:30 pm, we were feeling not so good. After losing our friend, walking the bar 3 times after a suspicious text message, getting fondled by an old 'client', losing the same friend a second time, walking into a ruined hook-up plan, refusing to go downstairs, watching an ostrich grow in a cup, enjoying 100 buckets of beer (probably not an exaggeration), attempting to go dancing, yelling at boys, taking more pictures, never making it dancing, celebrating the first drink of a no longer preggo friend, and stumbling down the street to a hole-in-the-wall to eat cold burritos, we were lucky to be passed out in bed by 10:30 pm.

So, as I un-cork my bottle of wine tonight and fill up my glass to the rim (thank you for the idea Cougar Town), I toast myself, - 12 Step, Schmelve Step, drinking makes people more fun!!! Cheers!

Dedicated to my fun, funny and funtabulous friends of Opening Day.

I want you, and you, and you.....

Right now is one of the worst times for me to have such a huge wish list, but I really can't help it. Maybe it's the warm weather, or my upcoming birthday, or the travel bug biting me. But, there are so many things I want, and so little cha ching.

This is a random blog about my latest wants. I'm thinking I'm going to have to get a second job.

My taste is simple, modern, classic and a little Victorian. I love, love this duvet cover, and I will have it....someday.



My future beauties!!!


On my wish list for a good year or two.


Smells so good.



Not on my wish list anymore, because I already booked. Oops.

Seattle, WA

Portland, Maine

More realistic expenses.

Received a friendly letter from the lovely IRS about my 2008 taxes. Yeah, they want more $$.

I owe A LOT on my 2009 taxes, which would probably be why they are STILL not filed.
Need more renters by May 1st...or I'll be doubling up on living expenses paying both rent and mortgage.
That second job is looking more and more tempting everyday.

Dedicated to my check book. If I sprinkle water on you, will you grow?