Wednesday, March 17, 2010
M E S Q U I T E
Denver
Happy Birthday Mom!
Friday, March 5, 2010
MAC l i p s t i c k
Growing up (I should say since high school) my dear mother would always try and encourage me to wear makeup. She would leave little presents on my bed and Santa still gives me makeup in my stocking every year. She ends up taking most of the makeup back because I hardly ever us it.
For my wedding, I decided to buy some lipstick. You should have seen me at the MAC counter, I was about to have a breakdown every second because I couldn't find a color that wasn't too bold but just bold enough. Luckily, someone I know works there and she saved me just in time.
As most of you know I am working up at the Capitol during the legislative session. After being asked for the 357th time if I am an intern, I decided it was time to wear lipstick. And let me tell you, it worked.
Lipstick = Sarah not looking like an intern.
MAC is my favorite, thank you Jenna and Lara.
Loves,
Sj
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
The imp and a dozen eggs
I feel off the back of an imp (snowcat) this weekend.
The driver (my husband) didn't know I fell off
and accidentally ran me over
(the imp also got stuck on top of me and I thought to myself, "this is how I will die").
Spent most of Friday night in the ER.
Came out with only bruises and a very sore back.
No broken bones.
The doctor called me "squishy" referring to my strong and flexible bones.
We feel blessed, lucky...it's a miracle.
Loves,
Sj
P.S. as for the dozen eggs, they were also in the crash and not one broke.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Uncle Kevin.

My Uncle Kevin passed away unexpectedly a few weeks ago.
I miss him terribly.
My cousin read the poem below at his funeral.
I thought I would share it out of respect and my love to him.
He is missed.
All Is Well
Death is nothing at all,
I have only slipped into the next room
I am I and you are you
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by my old familiar name,
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used
Put no difference in your tone,
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was,
Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It it the same as it ever was, there is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near,
Just around the corner.
All is well.
-Henry Scott Holland (1847-1918)
Canon of St Paul's Cathedral
Loves,
Sj
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