Sarah's Thoughts

Thursday, April 13, 2006

Popcorn Popping

The trees are in bloom and the flowers are so pretty. My only problem is allergies. I have terrible allergies and am on 3 different allergy medications at all times and have done shots in the past. I'll probably do the shots again sometime in the future, but for now, no.
I love the beauty of the blossoms. They are so pretty and in so many different colors. I can see three different colors of blossoms from my bedroom window, which is lovely, especially when the window is shut. The pretty pink, white, and green petals blow around in the wind, dancing in the sunlight. It's just beautiful.
(that picture looks a little funny because I took it out of a collage I made of my flower pictures, so there is glue on it)

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

One night my roommate and I drove through the Provo City Library's underground parking to put books in the return drop under the library because the boxes topside were full. The library had closed just 10 minutes before, so there were no cars underneath. As I pulled toward the exit the gates went down. I thought they were probably motion sensored so I backed up and came at it from a different angle. I tried this a few times, but we were still locked in the underground parking. There was a call box so my roommate pushed the red "Press Here for Help" button and was connected to 911. She was pretty shocked and had never called 911 before. The dispatcher called library security and reported that they had seen us down there on their cameras but they HADN'T DONE ANYTHING to help us.!! They opened the gates and we drove away.
It kinda sounds lame, but we were REALLY scared. We couldn't get out and there was no cell phone signal. If that call box hadn't been there I don't know what we would have done. I couldn't believe that the security people were just watching us panic in the parking garage.

The Provo City Library is a beautiful building. It was originally Brigham Young Academy, which later moved north a few blocks to become Brigham Young University. The building was restored and reopened in September 2001. It is located on a main road through the center of the city and is one of Provo's prettiest and most historic buildings.

Monday, April 10, 2006

Very . . . um . . .

This is the perfume I use every day. It smells better than any other perfume I've smelled. I'm on my third bottle in 18 months. The only problem is that I'm embarrassed to say its name. People are always telling me that I smell good (right after I've sprayed it) and then asking me what scent it is. I always say it's Victoria's Secret, hoping they'll leave it at that, but all too often they follow it up with, "Which one?" I am forced to choke out the words. "Very Sexy" I timidly whisper. "The original one, not the pink one," I clarify. The pink one is not nearly as lovely (isn't lovely a fun word?) as the red. I'm just not comfortable saying that "S" word. It makes me nervous, especially at BYU where such language is not heard all that often and people can take offense at many seemingly "mild" words. I don't say things like that, never have, and had a hard time reading a certain play aloud in English class in high school (Lysistrata, eep!)
(I couldn't find a picture online, so I took one of my bottle on the bookshelf where it lives, so, sorry it's a little blurry)

Tuesday, April 04, 2006


My first driving experience was pretty traumatic. On a Sunday afternoon when I was 15 my dad decided to take me to the church parking lot for a driving lesson. We took his car because it was smaller (yes, I did say was.) I started off doing alright. I could turn it on, I remembered to put on my seatbelt, and I looked all around before pulling forward. The problems started, and ended, when I tried turning. I hit the curb. Not very hard, how could I? I was only going 5 mph. But that wasn't all. When I hit the curb I blew the tire. My dad was furious!!! He was still in his suit, I was wearing a dress, and now we had to change the tire. I started to cry. I was a failure! I would never learn to drive! We got out of the car and he started barking directions at me. He was really, really, really upset. He was still yelling when to my joy someone came out of the church and he had to stop yelling at me. He told me very tersely to go inside and call my mom to come and get me while he and this other man put the spare tire on. My mom picked me up and drove me and my tears home. My dad had an appointment the next day in a city about an hour away. He took the car in to get a new tire in the morning and the repairman said that it was a good thing I had hit that curb or he could have had an accident on his trip that day. Those tires were threadbare and just waiting to give out. He replaced all four of the tires that day, didn't have an accident, and didn't die. I say I'm responsible for his living through that day, even if I was afraid to go driving with him again. It still makes me kind of nervous.
That's my car, pictured, or almost, I have the same car as that anyway, white 2002 Corolla.
Update: I said was in relation to my dad's car because it was destroyed in Dec '05, I had nothing to do with it, I promise!
Also, please feel free to share your stories, as always. I love to hear what you guys have to say!! }i{

Monday, April 03, 2006

Shhh . . . . . . . It's a Secret

I am secretly married and pregnant. Just kidding. But, not. I've been on a baby blanket crocheting kick since Saturday. My sister asked who's babies the blankets were for and I said, "I don't know. Maybe mine." Her friend said, "yeah, didn't you know your sister's pregnant?" "I'm also secretly married," I added. I even wore a ring for part of the afternoon.
I've really enjoyed doing the blankets, but I'm having a hard time finishing them, edging them. I'd really like to do a scallopy edge like is on a blanket I grew up with, but I don't know how. I have enough trouble crocheting squares and rectangles of single-stitches! I've been working on two; one is as big as I want it but I can't do the edge, so the yarns are still attached to it waiting while I work on the second. I hope this doesn't turn out to be one of those projects that get started but never finished.