Happy Birthday To Me… Happy Birthday To Me???


Joy oh Joy… the joyous gifts that we as women are given on our birthdays…  You know what birthday I mean, correct, the one that start the next cycle of our lives… oh what a fun journey this next cycle will be… Humph!!!

I guess using the term, gift and cycle in the same paragraph is miss leading, on this birthday, my cycle decided to give me a little more than normal, it decided to hang around awhile, hmmm, I muttered to myself… well that is odd, haven’t had this issue before, in the back of my mind, I was in denial as to what this could potentially mean, perhaps, I am just having an odd month, you know, lots of stress, maybe not enough exercise or better yet, I decided it was from not enough sex… determining this to be the case, I made mental note to attack my other half upon the moment he entered the door when he came home…  that would fix this extra birthday gift and make it go away…

After repeatedly using this approach, one evening, while dozing, I began to notice that the room had become extremely…shall we say… a freaking blazing inferno….oh my freaking god… Please get this sea of blankets off of me know… I struggle to get my leg out of the blanket all while managing to piss off our cat at the foot of the bed, begrudgingly, he spat at me, showing me his annoyance and he moved over to my husbands side of the bed, what the hell…  did we leave the heat on ultra high before going to bed earlier, I struggled to remember, no, I know we didn’t, wow…one let out is not going to do the trick, I wondered what I was thinking when I wore a tee shirt and sleeping bottoms, they were now stuck to me, a bit damp I was… second leg out… what is that trickling between my breast is that water???  Did the cat piss on me because I woke him up… now struggling to fully waken myself, I see the fur ball snuggled close to my husband, he has not pissed on me, why am I wet???  Crap… I am freaking burning up, my hair is damp… I toss all the covers fully off of me, throwing them onto my husband, I am sure I have fever and to have one this high, I must be close to death… surely there is no other reason to be this warm…  do I have food poisoning???  Why am I sweating…   crap… I began to realize I am cold… damn, give me those covers back and I want them now… I grab them off my husband and take a few of his at the same time… I prepare myself for a bad case of the flue tomorrow morning, because I know to have this type of fever, means that I will be hugging the porcelain bowl and not want to be far from it, I am sure of this…  I doze and go back to a sound sleep, when I wake, I am fine, other than when I went to bed, I had straight hair and in my rage of sweat, I must have gotten my hair wet and it is now curly and fuzzy… nice, what a beauty I am as I look in the mirror…  funny though I don’t feel sick…

It was 3 nights later, I repeated this pattern and after a few more weeks of the on and off switch with my body’s thermostat, I began to self diagnose, because somewhere in the back of my mind…  a little voice was saying… you know, that was a very significant number you just hit on your birthday… right???

About 2 months later as I was at work, I was talking to a co worker, while sitting at my desk, I began to notice that I was starting to get hot, the hair on the back of my neck felt like a heavy wool coat!!!  I looked at my co worker as I began to feel like perspiration on my upper lip… I asked him the only thing I could think of… is it HOT in here…. Or it is just me???  He looks at me and says nope, it is actually a bit cool in here today… Damn… I was so afraid that is what he would say…  shall we say going forward, for the next 2 months, I learned to dress in layers in the dead of winter and a pony tail became my hair style of choice, I began to understand why so many women as they got older chose short  hair…   I began to wonder if maybe, just maybe I could possibly, you know.. Me entering.. that M stage of my life…  This would require research…

With Google as a girl’s best friend and my husband asleep, I crept to our home office and plugged in the M word in search bar… I read all about it, when it starts, what the symptoms were.. fuck.. I had almost all of them… denial has been my friend, years of taking care of my body, eating healthy, exercising… and it has betrayed me… damn body, in my mind that meant I could betray it back… I lay in bed, partially covered prepared for the heat wave, one leg out, our cat had learned it was safer to sleep next to my husband than potentially risk being kicked awake every few nights… I decided I would sleep on it…

In the morning, I went to the health food store and bought all the natural remedies I could find… after 3 weeks, I realized I had just simply donated hard earned money and still continued to dress in layers and had now resorted to 2 fans on the side of my bed… it became all too clear… it was time to see a DR… it had been a few years, kids were grown.. life was full, so hadn’t taken the time to visit the lay down and spread em doctor…

When I called to make an appointment, I found she had moved to a new state… they said they would set me up with a new DR, a male doctor… I said no thank you, I didn’t want to explain this man… how would he understand…  So, I did the next best thing.. I went to my girlfriend, who was a few years older than myself…  I met her for wine and we talked and I explained the past several months’ events and she was all to sympathetic, letting me know that her time has started a few years ago.. she had opted for the natural way though and could not refer me to a doctor… was she fucking nuts… who would opt for natural when after I realized my natural approach didn’t work, I had crept back to the office one night and with google as my friend and no longer in denial, I searched.. .menopause and how the fuck to make the symptoms go away…

She offered to ask several of her girlfriends for a referral for me… I thanked her and we finished our girls catch up time and wine and we headed our separate ways for the evening… As I got to the work the next morning, I turned on my computer and went to check my email and true to form, my friend had sent out an email that read…  My first and last name has started having hot flashes and is looking for a gynecologist can anyone refer her to one… now everyone knew… I didn’t know to say… so I closed my email… put my hair in a ponytail, removed my first layer… and went to work.. at lunch I opened back up my email and there we numerous emails from friends of our age group that had replied with referrals and shared stories of misery that made me laugh… seems I was not alone in this and that I had entered a new cycle of my life with this birthday that brought me to a new sisterhood, an odd way to bond, but a nice way to start a new chapter… next week, I shall meet my new DR that is referred by many of the women on the email chain and if this DR knows what is good for her and she wants to leave the office in one piece, I will leave her office with a prescription to make me go back to normal…  Happy Birthday to me…

Ciao Bella… a Pissed Off Sarah…

They Call Me… For A Reason…


They call me Bitch for a reason… Because I am… End of Blog…

I could leave it at that, but that would be incredibly stupid, just like the statement above is…  Often times I have found in life when one takes an assertive or firm stances on a topic and ones views… They are called a bitch… The same can be said of when someone take charge of their own lives and destiny, this too often causes one to be called a bitch…   That leads to ask, just what a bitch is???  Is a bitch someone who does what needs to be done, stay true to the course and takes no shit from anyone…  I think this is not a bitch but instead someone who is taking control, has goals and a plan to achieve them… I think intead, that this is a person who deals with things straight up and head on…

If this were a man we would call him, smart, aggressive and a go getter… but with women, we call this a bitch…  Maybe, we should see what Wikipedia’s definition of a bitch is… ” In literal, non slang use, Bitch is a term for female canines…. Hmmm,  let’s start on this statement…  If we are called bitches, then does that mean we are also female dogs???  So, we are also ugly, because we all use the term Dog, we typically refer to the meaning that you are so ugly as in “what a dog, you need a sack for her head to… hmmm, well… Dog to me, also means… What I think of some types of men, such as in “What a Dumb Ass Dog”… as in he can’t keep his zipper up whenever he smells a new bitch around him…in fact in my cell phone, several of my good male friends, have the labels “dumb-ass-dogs #1, #2 #3 & on after their names… just so I know which one of my bitches is calling today… lol… So in my book, the definition above of bitch is referring to “canines” and that tells me that a bitch is a dog, which seems to refers to a “Dog” which is in… “Dumb-Ass- Dog”…  so truly, the term bitch when in reference to canine, actually means man… so we women are not the bitch…

Wikipedia also states… this suggest a high sexual desire in a woman, compatible to a “bitch” in heat…  a bitch in heat… hmmm… sounds like a woman who just needs to get her kitty scratched so she can purr like a kitten… that doesn’t sounds like a bad thing, now does it???  What would sound bad is a bitch in heat suggesting someone wanting to get knocked up so she can trap some Dumb-Ass-Dog into taking care of her and her puppies she would be popping out…  that is not so nice… I will pass on being a “bitch in heat”… I can scratch my own kitty…

The other definition Wikipedia quotes is… In recent usage, the range has expanded to refer to a feminist context, Bitch, can indicate a Strong or Assertive Woman, one who may make men feel threatened… I find it truly amazing that this definition is exactly how I started out this blog, where Bitch is a strong woman…  I must disagree, a bitch is simply someone who for no reason at all is a just an arrogant, cocky, rude person…  This can refer to both a male or a female… They can both be a bitch in my book…

The last definition states, when applied to a man, “bitch” is a derogatory term for subordinate… So, it is saying that you are my bitch and I am your boss… Hmm, this is confusing because in essence, above , it stated a strong and assertive person would be the boss and they would be the bitch… So the subordinate could not be the bitch, right???  Seems to me that the word bitch has a lot of mixed connotations as to what it really means… However, we are all going to use the term “Bitch” when we feel the need to throw someone under the bus or get our point across or feel superior… For me, I am a Bitch but which definitions above apply, well depends on what time of day you ask me…

Ciao, Sarah B…

And What’s Your Sign…


 So Baby… just what is your sign???  Ever hear that lame ass line when you are out trying to have a great evening with the girls or boys???  Or someone who is so fucking proud of their Zodiac sign that they announce it to everyone they meet like it is a badge of honor???  Well…  here is SarahsViews and interpretation of your Zodiac signs…

AQUAIRIUS    You have an inventive mind are inclined to be progressive or repressive in my opinion…  You lie a great deal…  Like you don’t already know that…  You make the same mistakes repeatedly because you are “SS” we call that “super stupid”…  Everyone thinks you are a fucking jerk…  I really know you are a fucking jerk and now you do too… So liar…  get over yourself…  Go invent some new shit and sell it to someone who believes it…  Oh… you already did!!!

PISCES     You are the pioneer type and think most people are dickheads and you think only with the head of your dick or your special box.  You are quick to reprimand, inpatient and full of advice, because it is all about you…you… and oh yeah.. YOU… Dumb ASS…  You do nothing but piss off everyone you come in contact with…  You are a prick… Asshole… Dick… Bitch… etc… I could go on…  But you are so self-serving, you actually think I am complimenting you…  LOL!!!

ARIES     You have a vivid imagination and often think you are being followed by the FBI or CIA, well… actually you are, because you are usually a criminal or associate with them…  You have minor influence on your friends and people resent you for flaunting your power, LOL…that is funny, that is when your friends arent’ in jail…  You lack confidence and are a general dipshit…  But if it makes you feel better… at least you aren’t a Pisces…  whew!!!

TAURUS   You as practical and persistent as a stupid fucking fruit fly or as I like to call them a “fucker fly” that I can’t swat fast enough to get rid off…   You are a nasty pest…  You have a dogged determination and work like hell…   Oh please…  like I believe that…  Most people think you are stubborn and bull-headed…  You are nothing but a god damned dick… kiss ass… suck up and oh…go wipe your nose… it appears to be covered in something brown!!!

GEMINI   You are quick and intelligent thinker…  People like you because you are bisexual…  I just think you are Bi-Polar!!!  You are inclined to expect too much for too little…  This means you are a cheap bastard…  As in cheap ass mother fucker… who buys Night Train and pours it into an expensive bottle you dug out of your neighbors recycle bin to feel better about yourself and look good to others… depends on if you are Lisa Dark or Lisa Bright today…  Gemini’s are notorious for thriving on incest…  Hey.. stay the fuck away from me!!!  You are scaring the hell out of my cat and dog… both of you… Go Away!!!

CANCER   You are sooo sympathetic and understanding to other people’s problems, which makes you a fat big sucker…  One dumb ass lame… sucker…  You are always putting things off…  Because you can’t get jack shit done…  This is why you will always be on welfare and won’t be worth a shit… Sucker…  Hey this is your sign not mine.. I didn’t make this shit up… I just found it on the internet… so it must be true…  Everyone in prison is a Cancer…  Wow…  Know anyone there???  I do…  hopefully it won’t be you…

LEO     You consider yourself a born leader…  Then you woke up in a sticky puddle…  Others think you are an idiot…   I know you are an idiot…  One arrogant mother fucker… Most Leo’s are bullies… with big heads and small heads at the same time… oops… if you are  woman… you just suck or will suck!!!  You are vain and cannot tolerate criticism…  Your arrogance is disgusting…  and yet so appealing at the same time… I am scared to admit it… Leo people are thieving mother fuckers and enjoy masturbation more than sex… Wow…  that is sad…  Yet… if you take videos we can upload them onto U-Tube and make some dough.. so work it baby!!!

VIRGO    You are the logical type and hate disorder… You make the rest of us fucking nuts because you are so damn annoying and can’t shut the fuck up…and must always have the last word… Asshole!!!  Your shit picking attitude is sickening to your friends and co workers… assuming you have them…  You are cold and unemotional and often fall asleep while fucking…  Whatever it is that you choose to fuck and honey… I don’t want to know… Virgos make good bus drivers and pimps…  At least you will always have job security in those industries!!!

LIBRA    You are the artistic type and have a difficult time dealing with reality…  Because you are a fucking whack job…  If you are male you are probably gay…  OH well… at least someone has to bring you outta of the closet… Chances for employment and monetary gain are nil… You don’t seem surprised by that… but more surprised that we actually mentioned the word employment and you in the same sentence…  Most Libra women are whores… Again.. job security!!!   All Libras die of venereal disease…  I will pass on that one…and not be playing in your cat box or sand trap…

SCORPIO    You are the worst of the lot…  You are nothing but dirty sneaky bastards all the way…  You are shrewd in business and can not be trusted… EVER!!!   You shall achieve the pinnacle of success because of your total lack of ethics…  Ethics… WTF are those???  You will screw anyone and everyone to get what YOU want…because after all , this is about you… Scorpio… they are just nothing but dirty bastards who will own your ass if you don’t watch out… You think you are the perfect son of a bitch…  Most Scorpios are murdered… and rightfully so…  You better run… hide… before they find you… cuz they are looking sweetie…

SAGITARIUS    You are optimistic and enthusiastic…  LOL… You dumb ass!!!   You have a reckless tendency to rely on your luck since you have no real talent…  Oops…didn’t mean to let the cat outta the bag on that one…  you should have figured it out by the pile of shit you have lying around…The majority of Sagitarians are drunks…  Hey… nothing wrong with that…  You are a worthless piece of shit…  Oops.. outside typing fingers again!!!  Sorry to be the bearer of bad news for you…  At least you know and can plan where to buy your next bottle of booze from…

CAPRICORN    You are conservative and afraid of taking risks… That is what we in the real world call a Pansy Ass and you are basically chicken shit…  There has never been a Capricorn of any importance…  EVER…  You shall kill yourself…  Hey… again, not me…  I found it on the net… so it must be true… Please don’t breed… there no point… get over it and yourself and move on down the road… to where ever your kind goes… you really have no purpose… we call that thinning out the herd…

Ciao… One mean Scorpio Sarah B Bitch…

Sarahs Bitch Crew

Do you wear Wine Goggles??? I do!!!


As we all know… from years of hearing it… there is a term we are all familiar with… “Beer Goggles”…  For those of you stuck under a moss covered rock and for some lame ass reason, not familiar with the term beer goggles…  The easiest way for me to give you the shortest explanation is the following… Have ugly girlfriend or family member that is either married or with “child” and you wonder….WTF??? How the fuck did she get someone or …. I don’t need to go any farther…  Simple explanation…  She see’s the victim… plies him with “Beer”…  takes him home…  Now should her goal simply to be get “knocked up” then it will be a quickie… wait.. he has been drinking…  so a long night ahead… but once mission accomplished, he wakes up… frightened.. gathers his clothes and leaves and you get to be an Aunt or babysitter… However, should she be trying to land a mate… the tactic is much different… she has about 27 cases of beer in her house… 12 six packs in the fridge at all times… same thing above happens…  however she gets up before he does…. and has a beer by the bed with a love note… saying…this will help your head… while I shower… more in the fridge… this repeats until the day after the wedding… OK… as she is now “with child” and the rest is history… Beer Goggles have ruined many a good mans life!  Too bad so sad.. you fucking idiot!!!  You clearly allowed the beer goggles to conrol the thinking head….

Now…  “Wine Goggles” are of a whole different beast…. oh but what a fun, totally trashy, beast they are… I love my wine goggles…  I cherish them and relish every damn moment that I have the opportunity to use them..   My wine google are like Superman’s X-ray vision goggles…. they give me and all my “girlies” the power to do…WTF ( oh hell… as Miss Jaz T. would say… why not spell it out!!)  What The Fuck EVER…we want to do it…  Now…where shall we start???  The stories and list are so long.. not as long as something fun I could use right now as I am drinking a glass of wine… oops.. was that my outside typing fingers again???  Oh well…. we will chalk that up to “wine goggles”… now to be known as WG…  Got your WG???  Got Milk is boring…. but But WG…well sister… that is a hell of a lot more fun…  don’t ya think…

WG gives us power that is well above the power of Beer Goggles…  Trust me sister on this on…  Put on your WG’s and you can and WILL do anything…  I mean anything… what you can do is… pick up your closest friend and head over to a local wine bar ( of course.. what else ) order up some wine…  have a glass or 4 and verbally abuse the male servers. close patrons and or bartender and ask them to come and table dance for you…  I swear under the oath of “god” (LMFAO cuz there ain’t no one named god in my book )…. that I have or my best girlies have never done that… However… we have been known to put on our WG’s…. in the heat of summer… being smart enough to know we could or should not drive to the store…walk to the store.. buy a few MORE bottles of wine.. walk home..sit on the porch and insist the neighbors whom have come over to see that things are ok… since I guess our loud trashy asses are too loud… and insist they take their shirts off to show us how hot they are…  OK… we had the WG’s on.. but the lame asses, actually showed us…  That required more wine… to forget the sight… omfg…  I / we will never ask a neighbor to “expose” any body part ever again.. why you ask???  Not cuz he was not even worth seeing WG’s or not…  come on now…help me here… He is the “fucking” neighbor!!!  Meaning… the next time you see him…he wants to show you his chest for fun when you pass each other in the morning on your way to work… and now not even a good stiff cup of coffee can get that image outta of  your mind… so you might as well… just realized you are fucked with him without ever getting fucked…. damn…nothing like a dry boring …!!!

WG’s have been known to take a “shopping” road trip… Oh yeah!!!  Did you  ever wonder how that “odd” non matching piece of furniture or that fucking retarded piece of clothing, that only a 20 year old size zero would wear is now hanging in your closet…  after you modeled it… while still under the influences of WG to your other half… and please remember…this sheer piece of material was designed for a size ZERO… you idiot… and you …. shall, I say… are a few digits away from that… well.. OK.. maybe more than a few…  However under the effects of WG….wtf do you care???  You thought it fit and looked cute at that moment and the damn dirty ass bastard you are living with better damn well appreciate it… asshole!!!    Besides the shopping trips… and asking strangers to strip…  Please keep in mind that our “WG’s” do not ever require us to crawl under covers with anyone… WG’s… are different… they offer a different type of confidence such as… making calls you would never do, sending emails…that you vaguely remember when you wake up and are horrified when you check your sent file… fuck… damn….oh well… time to start thinking up your story to cover your once again lame ass… you have the confidence to do and say way more than you can follow thru on… as my family says… “your mouth is saying…way more than your ass can cover…  So…I want to hear your WG stories…

Send them to Sarah B with your WG’s on…so we can laugh at you together…

Ciao Bella… WG….ghetto ass white trash Miss Sarah B…  At least for today’s Blog…

 WG Crew..bella!!