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Today is my mothers birthday. She died to young and I am too young to be without a mother.

Happy Birthday Mom

Barbara Jean Adams

November 24,1948 to August 7,2008

Funeral

My brothers raising the flag at half mass in honor of our mother

Peter Pan'n It

This last weekend my husband and I went to Rexburg Idaho, where we went to college and met, so he could make a film with some of his friends and I could have a small little weekend away. It was a bitter sweet trip. It was great to see all of our friends. As we sat at dinner with someone of them it made me kinda sad. Everyone I know is progressing with their lives. Most of my friend are pregnant and starting their families, or going on missions, about to graduate with school, and live in cute apartments and have their own lives. I feel like right now I am in a peter pan stage, I am not yet a women and not a child. Ethan and I have made some sacrifices as a couple to be here for my family. Don't get me wrong, with these sacrifices comes great reward. I just feel like everyone is progressing and I, or we are not. I will be taking care of my dad for the rest of his life. I love him and there is such a comfort in knowing that I am doing my all to keep the commandment to honor thy mother and father. He is all I have left as of three months ago and I want no regrets. I find myself at time looking at apartments online just for fun and as I am cleaning the house wondering what it would be like to have my own place again. I upset with myself for thinking these thoughts because if I learned anything from the death of my mother it is that time is always too short. It has been a relatively short time since the passing of my mother and I have to remind myself of that all the time. Too often I think that is no longer ok for me to be sad because she has been gone for longer then a week. As her birthday and Thanksgiving rolls around I am plagued with regret. Why didn't I write down her stuffing recipe? Why didn't I make a bigger deal of her last birthday? Why didn't I just hold her hand when she asked me to? Why didn't I....?

I Don't Want to Get Involved

I really don't want to get involved with the whole "yes" or "no" on proposition 8 movement. I just want to say that my heart is heavy for everyone that is being hurt by this "proposition." My heart goes out to the members of the Gay and Lesbian population that feel wronged by the decision and my heart goes out to the LDS church and its members for the attack that is against them. It saddens me. My prayers and thoughts are with everyone. As I sad before I believe in opposition in all things. Right now things are bad but hopefully soon they will be that much better.

Bold and Sassy

A little while ago I was sitting at the table with my husband having lunch after church and some how the subject came up of how he would describe me. When I asked the question he said without hesitation, "Bold and Sassy!" I replied, "really?" he then said, "yep. Asked my mom there is a story that goes along with the way I like my women." So then I called his mother and asked her, " how does Ethan like his women?" She then replied, "my baby likes his women bold and sassy that is why we were not surprised at all when he said he wanted to marry you Sarah dear because you are definitely bold and sassy." She then proceeded to tell me the story of when Ethan was 3 and why he likes his women bold and sassy. Of all the things that could be said to describe me and he said, "bold and sassy." I LOVE it! I am my mothers daughter and I get it from her. I would take bold and sassy any day!

All in Good Time

Life has been exciting as usual. I went to a lovely Halloween party. I went as a 1920's flapper mostly because I really wanted to do my hair in finger waves. My husband went as a 1970's cop. His costume was funny until he shaved off his beard to make the costume look more legit. I am a fan of the facial hair and needless to say was not happy when he shaved it off. Then it was my friend Sherri's birthday so we had a small party at school. This last Saturday night Ethan and I went to a Venue called OZZ in Provo to watch our brother-in-law compete at the battle of the bands. It was so much fun. Just the kind of night out that I needed. I really like my sister-in-laws; they are always fun and make me laugh. We went, danced, they won, and then we went out to Denny's for a midnight snack. I was taught that there is opposition in all things; life is hard but days like Saturday are worth it.

Look at the statutory stache my husband now has

The finger waves



My friends birthday