It's official!!! Status Change

If this were Facebook, the newsfeed would tell you that "Danny Anderson and Sarah Lindsey are engaged." Woo-Hoo!!

It would also show this picture:

Yes Folks, it's true. Danny Anderson and Sarah Lindsey are engaged...and happy to be so.

I know I'm late posting this but it happened a couple weeks ago at my apartment. It involved a portable digital photo frame, a box of ring-pops, one knee and a question...to which I happily responded "Yes!!"

Here are some more photos:

January 31st, here we come!!!

Get a Job!

Throughout this time that I've been staying at home, "nesting," and basically getting my shizz organized, I've determined something about myself.

I'm going to make a kick-ass Housewife or Stay at Home Mom.

The problem is, as I've been informed by my lovely boyfriend, that I am neither a wife, nor a mom. Therefore, I've decided that I'm going to call myself a kick-ass "House-maiden."

The problem there is that "House-maidens" although fabulous in that they stay at home in their pretty nighties and drink coffee and blog all day, don't make money doing so. And, well, this pretty 2-bedroom, 2 bath apartment/Castle I'm renting somehow costs money to sit around and be fabulous in.

House-maiden needs a job...and a purpose in life.

So, I'm going for my first "Group Interview" today. Prayers Please!!

Big Balls in Cow Town

A few weeks ago when I left Nashville my good friend Annie wrote a blog about my departure.

In this blog, she mentioned that one of the first times she looked at my Myspace, I was wearing a t-shirt that read: "I had a ball at Judge Beans Testicle Festival."

See Proof Here:

The truth is, NEVER had I been to a Testicle festival like the ones I've been attending since I've moved to Texas.

My boyfriend, Danny, lives on a 300 acre ranch in a place called Venus, TX.

This is where the REAL Testicle festival is.

See proof here:

HOLY COW (pun absolutely intended). I had NO idea.

Exclamation Point!!!

Recently “Aunt Flo” came to visit. Yes, THAT Aunt Flo. You know, from Tampa.

My only-child boyfriend, whose knowledge of “Flo” and all of her baggage she brings when she visits (tampons, moodiness, bloating, etc) is fairly limited. I mean, he gets it but doesn’t necessarily know the “ins and outs” so to speak, of the whole ordeal.

Here are a few excerpts from the days preceding and during “the visit.”

“So, why is it called a period? I mean, wouldn’t exclamation point be a little more accurate?”

At this point, horns grew from my head as it spun around. Actually, he was just kidding and trying to bring light of the fact that I wanted to die a horrific death and bring him with me.

As we were getting ready to go to the pool:
Danny: “So, can you go swimming, when, you know?”
Me: Yes, but NEVER around sharks.

Me: “I’m sorry for being such a b!tch lately. It’s not you, just hormones.
Danny (as he gives me a hug): “I know babe but you’re my b!tch and that’s what’s important.”

This will be one of those weeks when I post 4 times.

For those of you who haven't totally lost interest...here's a blog.

A short blog but a blog nonetheless.

I just wanted to let you all know that I'm having fun in Texas.

The Lovely lady at the Zaxby's drive through thought my Walrus imitation was HILARIOUS. I will say I have to agree.

Actually, this photo was taken on one of our many moving days. It's almost FINALLY done. It seems like we've been moving FOREVER.

This is what happens when you move for a month straight.

Danny doesn't use straws and I just hate to waste. This is us recycling.

See you soon!

Blogger's Block

Hi folks,

Sorry for the delay in writing. I know you have all been checking and checking...PLEASE...Just one update Sarah. I can tell. Well, just stop your begging.



I don't know why I haven't blogged. It's not like I have a job or anything. I have plenty of things to blog about; a new home in Texas, going to a new church, painting furniture, reading the former tenants magazines before putting them back in the mail. You know, REALLY interesting stuff here folks. Actually, all day long I write blogs in my head...which never make it to print. Go figure.



So, I'm going to take the pressure off myself and just blog when I want to, because I want to. So, there may be a day when I post 4 times, and then 3 weeks when I don't. Keeping up with my life is crazy enough but I'll try to find time to write about it.



Until then,

SK