Simply Sara

It's true. My baby toe, on my right foot, is black. At least the tip of it is. I stubbed it yesterday on our dresser. Ouch. It's my first blood blister and I'm not doing very well with it. I felt queasy when Matt drained it and I feel queasy now just thinking about it. Oh boy. I can't talk about it much more or I will get light headed. But now, if you see my hobbling around for a couple days, you'll know why.

Matt and Lucas, Linley Park, June 2007. Matt and Andy with their Daddy. 1978ish.

"25" is off to a roaring start! It is with mixed emotions that I enter into my "mid-twenties". As my sister affectionately reminded me, I'm now a quarter of a century. I will confess that fleeting thoughts of being "old" have crossed my mind, but I've quickly banished them before they can take root. I am still adamantly against owning a mini-van any time soon. (That would make me feel way too old!) And I'm working hard at the gym so my body looks like I'm 25 and not just a "mommy". I'm determined to stay young! Even with this inner struggle going on, I celebrated my birthday (June 16th) with joy! The partying actually started in May with a joint birthday celebration with my sister Melanie. Matt's family took us out to dinner at Outback ("let's go Outback tonight, don't worry about tomorrow...") on Friday night and Saturday I took my birthday presents to Best Buy and purchased an Ipod Nano. I feel so cool...