Mask Mask Mask… everywhere a Mask…


mask 4 1a

Smiles… I am happy…

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Sorta smile…

mask 1 1a

Say cheese…

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Ahhh… Ahhh… Choo!!!

mask 2 1a

All twisted up inside…

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Headache…

So… what mask are you wearing today???

Sarah

Sarah has no mask on…

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2013… Sorry to see you go… 2014… Nice to meet you…


Peace soon

We are winding down 2013, this year I have many things to sit back and reflect upon, it was for myself, a year of amazing challenges, some very bittersweet moments but also a year of the accomplishment of amazing feats.  When I take a few moments to relax with my glass of wine, I reflect on where things were for myself in the 2013 and am amazed at where I am as I near the end, the distance I have traveled, the people I have met, the family I have connected with and all the good people in my life and the wonderful partner I share my life with and who is kind enough to let me share his artwork…

Phoenix rising

It seemed as I moved along the year in 2013 that I was not accomplishing anything and that the expectations of timelines I had set for myself, all imploded, but as I sit and type this quick little note, turning 50, traveling abroad and opening a new thriving company, I realize I have come far thanks to the support of those I am fortunate enough to have in my life, though at times it felts as though I was not moving at all…  However, that momentum will build in 2014 and will be unstoppable going forward..

Hustle and bustle

2014 will be a year of continued Hustle and Bustle, travel too and from, continued building on the foundation I have created and growing my bonds with my family and friends… but it will also be a year that I pick up my favorite hobby and creative outlet of writing again, I will revamp SarahsViews, as I am not as bitter as when I first created her, she will develop a satire tongue that still pokes fun at the world, but also at herself as she ages… I have created a new blog… Dear Dead Betty… advise from the beyond… a creation, I am having a ton of fun with… I will also focus more on featuring the artwork of Gregory Hergert… 2014 will be a year of letting the creativity back out to play…

stroll 1a blur

I hope as you reflect on 2013 and make plans for the coming year, you leave all the ghost and demons in the past and move forward with vigor and enthusiasm… we are all in control of our happiness and successes as well as our demise… it’s up to each of us to choose which path we take this year… I hope you choose to walk that happiness path with me…

Happy New Year…

Sarah

Ciao, Sarah…

 

Oh my… It looks as though I can fly…


 

Fly Fly Fly...

Fly Fly Fly…

I am sooo not sure when this happened, I mean… WTF… I swear last month, this was not the case… I am not even sure whose body this is anymore…  In my mind I am still a size 4… in the mirror though it appears I am in a fun house and someone has added the digit number 1 in front of my 4… I repeat… WTF…  4 or 14…which is it???

I am certain last night when I went to sleep in my normal pj’s that I have worn for a few years that I was a size 4… OK..maybe I was pushing a size 6… well… maybe I am fudging abit… it may be a comfy size 8ish to 10???  Maybe, but not a 1 and 4!!!  I know these pj’s are a tad bit snug around the mid driff… well… OK… maybe I have been squirming at night because they are leaving a ring around the waist line… but that is just water weight from too much salt… too much wine… and oh yeah, don’t forget the block of cheese I consumed this past week… but it was soooo good and I needed to get it out of the house so I would not eat anymore of it…  I know it would be a true sin of the holy spirit who made me a 14 to throw it a way…. NO… that would have been sacrilegious…  SO… I ate it all… I was saving myself…

Now as I stand in front of this mirror and as I pick up my once firm breast and position them where they should go… you know… making them pointers instead of setters with the assist of my hands underneath… I noticed something more frightening than that… causing me to drop them and hold my arms straight out to my sides and roll them in circles as we did in PE class many many decades ago… as I did this.. they swung too and fro…the undersides of my once tight taught arms… they now have grown… like my ears and nose… they continue to grow…

Now… they look like I could take off any moment… in mid-flight… so this is how it goes…as we near the time of our passing and leaving this odd place we call earth… we women are granted the gift to fly to the light above while the men are left to wait for some female to come and drag their asses to the light.. ah… I see how this aging process is going…   However, thank the heavenly things above us for inventing cosmetic surgery… because I ain’t no fucking flying squirrel, bat or bird… no I am here to stay and as long as I have money…this bitch ain’t flying nowhere… but perhaps I better get rid of the cheese…wine…and so forth … now you go…  you go fly away… beat it… thsi bitch is going on a liquid diet…what type I will never tell… but I am sure I will be too drunk to fly anywhere…

Ciao… bella… Sarah the flying squirrel … on her way to meet the trainer to get her ass kicked…

work it bitch