Daily Stats 1

Breakfast: 2 slices of whole wheat toast, eggs (scrambled with cheese), and an assortment of fresh fruit (strawberries, blackberries, and green grapes).
Lunch: Chicken wrap with spinach leaves and a baby tomato.
Dinner: Lasagna with 1/2 whole wheat noodles and 1/2 regular and shopped zucchini layered in.
Drinks: 6 cups of water, 2 cups of lemonade made with Splenda.
Exercise: 1 lap around the fields

Sarah wishes she was a princess. Mainly for the excellent hair.

My all time favorite princess.
Ariel comes in a very close second.

Over the past few days, I've been watching several Disney Princess movies. After getting over the initial shock that OHMYGOSHTHEY'REALLSOPRETTY, I realized something. I've seen this type of rant online and don't want to get into that. But I did notice that there are very few princesses who can save themselves, let alone a prince.

Watching the latest Disney Princess movies, The Princess and the Frog and Tangled, I realized that these princesses are strong and determined. Tiana knows that wishing on stars is okay, but you also have to work hard for what you want in this world. And Rapunzel starts out simply disobeying her mother, but goes on to realize that just because someone says they love you, doesn't mean it's necessarily true. And she ends up saving Flynn in the end, not the other way around.

Even though she's not officially a
princess, she has all the right qualities.
I think she should be added to the line-up.

Now I realize that, while I loved the princesses (especially Ariel. She saved her prince too), my favorite female Disney character was Mulan. I mean, talk about a strong, determined female character. She sacrifices everything for her family and risks her own life to save her father's.

This is the kind of female little girls need to look up to. And I'm so glad the latest princesses are following suit.

Sarah's childhood.

Here is the short tale of me: I grew up in a pretty house outside a very small town with cows and cornfields and pretty views from the top of a hill and all that junk. I didn't have many neighbors (or at least children neighbors), so my brother, sister, and I had to learn to get along. We played things like "Olden Days", where we'd pretend our deck was a house on the prairie. Or "Princess and Maid", which is pretty self explanatory. We watched too much TV, built forts in our living room to watch TV in, and cut cardboard boxes into spaceships or airplanes (which usually ended up flying into the living room, where we watched TV). There was also an obscene amount of Barbies and stuffed animals. 

My childhood may be the reason
I love "weird" things like Doctor Who.

 I went to barbecues, Sunday School, and had trips to the zoo every summer. I spent a lot of my time reading and coloring or going to my grandparent's house. My sister wore my hand-me-downs, and I went to a school with the other children in our charming little town of 1,500. 


Then, around the time I was twelve several things happened over a span of five years: my grandmother passed, my aunt passed, my brother stopped speaking to my family, my grandfather passed, and my mother lost her job. All of these things kind of threw me for a loop, considering I was supposedly living this very wonderful life that was often synonymous to that of childhood in movies. 


Over these five years (I won't get into too many details, because that would either bore you or make you want to find me and comfort me or something), strange things were going on inside me. My thoughts were taking more shape and I wasn't satisfied with the meaningless thoughts of the mean girls or annoying jocks around me in the high school hallways. 


Simply put, I grew up.


It all boils down to this: Everybody has that point in their life where you hit a crossroads and you've had a bunch of bad days and there's different ways you can deal with it. Some people struggle and refuse to let go. But the hardest part of moving forward is not looking back.


The wonderful thing about my childhood is that I had the chance to sleep in castles and be read bedtime stories and still believe that magic and true love exist. Though I did eventually grow to big for ponies and dolls,  I can now look for Prince Charmings (sans the white horse) in the real world. And I can take each day in stride, all the while loving the life I was given, despite all the pain. 


And, according to the Doctor, "Every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don't always soften the bad things, but vice versa, the bad things don't necessarily spoil the good things or make them unimportant."

Sarah neglects this blog.

It's true. I've been ignoring it and ignoring it, despite the fact that it's saved to my bookmarks and every time I open them I see it there, taunting me. And I could go into a bunch of excuses as to why I'm not posting every week like I promised myself I would when I first started this blog.

But here's the real deal: I just haven't. And I don't know why.

I really do want to post more often, including recipes and how-tos and just general what's happening posts, because I want this blog to stay active. And I want to gain more followers and have more hits.