About Me

I'm Sara, I'm organized to a fault but live in a state of chaos that only I can navigate. (It's true, nobody in this house can understand my rationale for how I put towels away or why it's important that labels face out). 
I'm friendly and bitchy all at the same time. I'm optimistic and pessimistic. I'm also a few shades of crazy but it just adds to the charm.
Contrary to what this picture shows, I'm not really Russian. I've never even been to Russia. Is it even really called Russia anymore? I'm also not totally knowledgeable on geography and such.
I'm sarcastic, sometimes funny, honest, sometimes raw, and fun. I'm a pretty up front person, I don't believe in not telling it like it is. You'll want to get to know me now before I hit it big. Which may require me to sleep with people, like Chelsea Handler did.

Which may be a problem for Matt.. my husband. We've been together since 2002 and married since 2004. How.. I'm not sure. We make it work. It's never easy, it's not perfect, but we're doing it every day (not literally, we aren't rabbits and we're tired a lot). Most importantly....
Olivia is 10, Jackson is 7
and Penelope is just a baby. 

...we make really cute effing kids. There is no denying that we should keep reproducing. Sadly, it's not going to happen since Matt said he doesn't want to do midnight feedings anymore. Just kidding, who knows. We flip flop every day on the thought of just one more so you never know. The ol' uterus still works, it could happen. 

Since I'm not working full time anymore, I have to fill my time somehow. Which means in all of my spare time I take care of the kids, run my Etsy shop (http://scrapinsara.etsy.com/), clean the house, try to lose weight, and try to cook edible food.... I read. I listen to music and go to concerts at every chance. I do silly things with my friends. I play with my kids and teach them how to sing a long to inappropriate songs while having dance parties in the kitchen while I'm burning dinner. Sometimes our house falls apart and I'm the only one concerned about this. Also, sometimes one of our four cats puke on the floor and because I don't do fluids, I will leave it for Matt to clean up. I've been to known to hide in my closet from my kids because sometimes I just need to not be touched. 

And last, but certainly never least, I blog about it all here for you. Because you are my little lambwhores (and goatsluts) and you make my day.