Monday, October 24, 2016

My Ring Collection

    I've purchased rings from:

Lulus  ||  American Eagle  ||  Rue21

    Rings hold a special place in my heart.  To me, they've never been just a silver, bronze, or gold band used as a fashion accessory or a symbol of love.  To me, they've always been positive energy and good right-brain vibes.  Without one on my finger, I've felt naked and not myself, like I've lost my individualism.  To me, they've always been close to magic.  They awake, enlighten, and inspire the inner creative side of me.  I don't know how to explain it.  They simply make me a realer me.

What's your favorite type of jewelry to wear?

P.S.  If you've read this post, you know that I've really wanted to start blogging every other day.  For a week, I was pursing my goal successfully when one wild Saturday evening.............I tripped myself, whacked the crap out of my head on a door-frame, and gave myself an actual concussion.  Try writing a post when you're head feels like you've been drinking Vodka instead of water for a week...  Life - 1 Sarah - 0 

Dream big, Darlings!

Sunday, October 16, 2016

Bliss & Liveliness || Blog Goals

     There are few feelings more lovely than finding what you love and desire, a passion.  The key is to not wait around for the "perfect moment" to pursue this passion.  Ten years from now, you'll find yourself still waiting for that "perfect moment".  But, Darling, imagine if you just did it...TODAY.  Imagine then where you'd be in ten years!


  • Make my blog more me.  If you Google how to increase your blog traffic, the majority of the sites you are directed to will tell you to write about what's "in".  Pish posh.  I want my blog to be uniquely and distinctly my own little happy online baby.
  • Make my way up to eventually posting every other day.  Scheduled posts are lifesavers. 
  • Get more involved with the Blogger family.  Find.  Follow.  Comment.  Support.


  • Write about my life being gluten free.
  • Share my wellness routine.
  • Share my workout routine.
  • Write a letter to my future self and share.
  • Introduce my cat, Cedric Marley.
  • Create a post sharing bloggers, friends, and family's own life philosophies. 
  • Share my bucket list.
  • Write a personal white texted post
  • Do something crazy and share my experience.
  • Talk about what it's like to live in a small farm town area.
  • Give a room tour via pictures.
  • Share my day from morning to evening through photos.
  • Share a hair tutorial.
  • Explain why my role model is my role model.
  • OOTD.
  • Host a contest.
  • Do a Q & A.
  • Share DIY's.
  • Make a vlog and share.
  • Write about my most prized possession.
  • Go a day without technology and write about it.
  • Spend a day looking at blogs and share my favorites.
  • Once a month, do a post that was voted for by my followers.

Anything in particular you'd be interested in having me write about?  Also, what are some of your blog goals?  I'm curious!

Dream big, Darlings!

Friday, October 14, 2016


challenge: describe parasailing in one sentence.


Dream big, Darlings!

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

My Job 02 - Cleaner

     If you were to surprise visit me and just happen see my bedroom and car in the process, you'd probably ask yourself, how the heck does this girl still have her job as a cleaner? I can't even see her floor!  I mean...you wouldn't be wrong!

     I've always thought it funny that me, a not exceptionally neat person, was asked if I wanted to spend every Thursday night cleaning a landscape business.  I slept on the offer, mulling it over if I really wanted to spend an evening once a week wiping away dust and scrubbing at a man's toilet.  But being a broke-but-not-completely-moneyless teenager, I said the three letter word that starts with a "y".  

      I've been cleaning there for 1 1/2 years now and yesterday, I sent in my two weeks notice because let's face it, cleaning the same building gets old.  I was beginning to feel like a robot and every evening there suddenly became a routine.  I wipe down counters, L vacuums, I clean bathrooms, I empty trash, I clean toilets, L mops, and so on and so on.  There were the fun times though.  We once couldn't figure out how to turn off the hose in the back room once and created a mini flood.  We've hacked onto one of the computers to play Pandora and then deleted it from history once it was time to leave.  We've spent multiple evenings sprinting back and forth so we could get somewhere we'd rather be sooner.  And if the boss man ever checked his security cameras, he'd see multiple dance and jam sessions.

     And that, my friends, was my experience as a glove wearing, bottle spraying cleaner.  Now I just need to find me another job...

Dream big, Darlings!

Monday, August 15, 2016

Columbus Zoo

Although the picture quality does not show it, the turtle was smiling.  I would've stayed there all day smiling back at it if I could.

Dream big, Darlings!

Saturday, August 13, 2016

Avocado Toast That's Worth A Boast

          I'm the member in my family who no one really trusts cooking.  Mainly because I'll get distracted and burn their food or they'll find themselves pulling a piece of my long hair out of whatever they're eating.  Either way, I'm not often found in the kitchen...like ever.  One day, however, I did something risky and created my own recipe when no one else was around to witness this peculiar event.  I created the best dang avocado toast that's worth all the boast.  It's delicious for breakfast but it's so good that you'll want to eat it any time of day.

Avocado Toast That's Worth the Boast

1 avocado

1 tsp diced onion

1/4 tsp lemon pepper

1 tsp lemon juice

1 tsp lime juice

salt & pepper to taste

     Mash the avocado in a bowl using a fork.  Add all ingredients.  Stir together.  Taste.  Depending on how large the avocado is, you might want to add more of something until you are satisfied with the taste.  Spread thickly on toast.  Congratulations, you have just made the closest thing to heaven.  

Dream big, Darlings!

Friday, July 29, 2016


     On July 7th, 1998, a national treasure was born...just kidding, it was just me.  Just little baby girl me with tufts of blonde hair and chunky little thighs, apparently the exact replica of the Gerber Baby. Or at least that's what I've been told.

     As a child, my birthday was always something to look forward to because, you know, there were presents and cake.  As I got older, I still looked forward to it but I also felt uneasy.  I began to identify myself as and was proud to be "the girl who looked older than she was because of her height".  I feared that I'd lose this "identity" if my age number kept going up and I stopped growing.  Even older yet, I began to cry in my room on my birthday when I thought no one could hear me because I felt dissatisfied with what I had accomplished the year before and that time was simply moving too fast.  But on this last July 7th, I woke up that morning feeling completely different, almost renewed.  I was eighteen.  

I am 18.

Here's what's blissful about 18:

     When you wake up and realize you're 18, you wake up to realize that despite the fact that as a young girl you pictured yourself at 18 as being a popular, confident, decent sized boob kind of gal, you're not her.  You're you.  The greatest thing about it is that now you finally can accept that.  In my first morning of "adulthood", I just laughed and smiled with my head on my pillow while staring at the ceiling and for the first time accepted that I have itty bitty titties, stick legs, no butt, and nothing-special brown hair.  It 'twas a beautiful feeling.  Honest.  
     I'm not popular either and I realized that that too was who I am.  I couldn't handle popularity anyways.  It's hard enough for me to be on time to anything, not get bored of anything, and let alone respond to one text message.  It'd simply be too much work for me to handle.  And that's okay.  
     Sure, I'm not as confident as I thought I'd be going into adulthood but that's okay too.  Everything is okay because I now believe that I am okay.  I don't have my dream figure, boys falling at my feet, money coming out of my ears, and success in everything that I do, but, once again, that's okay.  It's a beautiful feeling.  Honest.

     Eighteen is still a wee bit intimidating of course.  Just the other day, I was shopping at Marshalls and the cashier asked if I wanted to open up a credit card with them.  Yikes because for the first time, I legally could say yes to her question...and I did but I ended up signing something wrong so I have go back in and get a new card...typical.  :)))

Setting all sarcasm aside, my favorite part of being 18 are the two one liners from my parents,  "Just because you're an adult, doesn't mean you can do that."  "You're an adult now, Sarah, start acting like one."

Just kidding!  That was definitely sarcasm!

I'm curious, how did you feel about turning 18 and if you're not 18, what are you expecting?

Dream big, Darlings!

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Bahamas || Royal Caribbean Cruisin'

      Some people believe that if you focus on a dream, fully believe in that dream, and picture yourself living that dream on a regular basis, it will miraculously fall into place and present itself to you in reality.

     A few years ago at a Girl Scout meeting, four of my friends and I were gathered in a circle around our troop leader.  She asked us if we'd prefer to spend the Girl Scout money we'd make in the years til graduation on small things or save it all up for one big thing.  "What kind of big thing?"  "How about a cruise?"  The question was followed by five enthusiastic yes's.  And a few years later the first week of July 2016 finally came around!

Day One:
Drove from Ohio to Detroit,  Michigan and caught a flight to Miami, Florida.

Day Two:
Woke up in our hotel to a gorgeous, humid, and overcast Miami day, boarded the ship, and continuously convinced myself that I was in reality and not a dream! 

Day Three:
Cococay, Bahamas; swimming; laughing; living; parasailing; late night dancing; and more self convincing that I was awake and not sleeping.

Day Four:
Nassau, Bahamas; sightseeing; sweating; shopping; smiling; infinite bliss; and turning the boy a floor below into less of stranger.

Bucket List... Go on a cruise.

a step into the Titanic movie or Gatsby's place on water.
captivated by the endless possibilities 
and believing that it's not all just a dream.
there are no limitations to the clothes you can wear, 
the foods you can eat, 
or what you can or cannot experience.
it's luxury, elegance, and class.
it's a fairy tale on sea 
it's the dreamy sensation of freedom that you didn't know could actually exist.
it's so much bliss that you never want to sleep.
swim more, eat more, dance more, 
and on and on and on.
i don't want to go home.
don't make me go home.
this is too good to ever go home...

Dream big, Darlings!