Wednesday, December 12, 2012

A few things.

Here's the low, pit, pow of my day:  I've grown an inch and a half in a year. While that may not seem like a lot, or not seem like a low, let me fill you in on why this is a big deal.  I was 5'8" last year.  That was plenty tall.  Honestly I could really go for about 5'6" because I could wear tall shoes and not tower over not only my friends but also a good number of boys.  At 5'8" I was having to watch myself because in the wrong setting in the wrong shoes I would look like a literal giant.  I wore flip flops to prom both years, and I always have to order extra length on dresses.  So my height was already an issue.  Now, at a lofty 5'9 1/2", it is just more obvious that I'm unusually tall.  I thought girls stopped growing in high school and boys kept growing in college.  Anyway, this has just really upset me today.  No wonder my legs have been hurting a lot in the past year... I was worried about blood clots, but no, Sarah's just growing again. 

And here's something else- I'm at the age where it is no longer socially acceptable to go to a pediatrician.  I visited my pediatric rheumatologist today for my next to last appointment with her.  The past two times I've been I've gotten comments such as, "are you the patient or the parent?" -the receptionist  and "I typically don't see twenty-somethings" -the resident.  Thank you.  I realize I'm old and I have every intention of transitioning out of my pediatric phase upon graduation from college.  I know there are people younger than me sitting in this waiting room with their children... believe me, I feel uncomfortable, too.  On the bright side, my doctor told me we could go out for drinks and to see movies or something when I'm not her patient anymore... that makes it better that I'm about to fly the pediatric coop, I guess.

Tomorrow I get to pick Lila up from the beauty shop.  She told me to "look pretty" so we can go to lunch.  Will do, Libby, will do.

Monday, December 10, 2012

Happy Christmas Break!

You know what I've never noticed?  How much earlier PC gets out than other schools.  I'm finished and have my final grades already while other fools are just starting their exams.  Its nice.  So now that I'm home and all finished with school work, I can relax until school starts again in January.  FALSE.  I'll tell you what.  This whole application thing is causing gray hairs and stomach ulcers, and lots of them.  I submitted my first application tonight.  Exciting, but what if I sounded stupid?  Or if I addressed the letter to the wrong person?  Or if I don't even want that job in the first place?  Seriously there are too many things to think about with all this.  And with me still not having a clear direction of where I'm heading, but instead approximately 3 directions, it doesn't help that my applications have as a result tripled.  I've never been good with decision making, and unfortunately decision time is drawing closer and closer, people.  Scary.
But, in an attempt to not drive myself crazy while I should be relaxing and preparing for next semester, I have a few things planned.  I will be fulfilling my goal of learning to play guitar over break by taking some lessons at Lexington's local music store.  It should be both entertaining and blogable to say the least.  Which reminds me I need to get my guitar strap monogrammed before my first lesson.
Aside from being musical, I get to cook and bake til the cows come home.  I'll be working my way through my Paula Deen cookbook making as many dinners and desserts as I have time for.  So there's plenty to check back for, people.  I promise not to bombard you with my job/school hunt stress too much.  I'll try to keep this whole thing upbeat.

Today I'm so thankful for my trip this weekend to the booming town of Dalton, GA to see one of my friends from school.  It was so wonderful to catch up and have so much fun with my wonderful friends!

Wednesday, November 14, 2012


Yall.  I saw on twitter about a week ago that Paula Deen was coming to Greenville.  If you know me at all, you know that my life goal is to be Paula Deen.  Seriously, she rocks and I love her.  And who wouldn't want to see this smiling face on TV?!  So naturally, I made a point to plan on going.  Despite my effort to get someone to go with me, I ended up by myself heading up the road this morning looking for this BiLo she was going to be at.  I had my cookbook in the front seat with me, ready for her to sign.  So I rolled up to BiLo and saw the big white tent and 18 wheelers and knew I was at the right place.  After finding a parking spot, I grabbed my cookbook and headed into the flock of middle-aged women and moms.  I wasn't too sure if I should chat it up with these people or if I should just stand there awkwardly, cookbook tightly in hand.  I chose the second.  Inside the tent was a stage and microphone.  We waited and waited.  Finally someone from BiLo came up and introduced her.  She was precious, as I expected.  However, I couldn't believe these crazies in the crowd.  They kept on hollering and interrupting her to ask her questions, which I know she was not looking to answer.  One lady said she got a $268 speeding ticket on the way up and asked Paula to sign it.  From someone who has gotten a speeding ticket, or two, or... anways, I know that you must have been doing something wild to get a ticket for that much.  Paula, being the precious woman she is, gave this lady the money to pay for her ticket!  So after Paula talking, and being interrupted, and talking some more, 15 minutes later she said she couldn't take any pictures or sign autographs.  With that, she was off the stage and into a car.  Still holding my cookbook, I sat there very weirded out by what just happened.  How was Paula going to recognize my gifts for Food Network if she didn't even stick around to meet me?!  So I walked back to my car, put my cookbook down, and went shopping.
The good news is that I saw Paula Deen in person!  I mean, it was definitely exciting, and she is every bit as precious as she is on TV.  The bad news is that I stood in the cold for awhile waiting to meet my hero only to be shut down.  And I skipped 2 classes.  Yikes.
Maybe one day I'll get to meet her.  I'll be on the lookout for that next opportunity.

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Catching Up

Hey there peeps!
I was doing so well on keeping up with blogging.  Then school started picking up, recruitment came, and things just got crazy I suppose.
So, to give you the brief update, my life has been wonderful since I last blogged.  Hectic, but wonderful.  I had a great fall break, baking and hanging out with my fam.  School has been wild.  I've been pulling some all nighters this semester, which is dumb I know.  I cannot handle them like I used to be able to freshmen year.  I'm enjoying my classes, though, so that's good.  We just finished recruitment and BID DAY! Woohoooo!!!  I would like to make the announcement that I enjoyed recruitment this year.  I know, that's very uncharacteristic of me, but I had a lovely time.  Our bid day this year was America themed, so that just rocked a lot.  

Here's some exciting news: This May I will be going with a group from PC to Kenya for 2 weeks!  I'm so excited!  It was such a weird thing, I wasn't at all looking for a Maymester to go on since I went to Israel last year.  I knew this trip was happening, but I didn't really look into it.  One of my friends is going and she was telling me about it one day after class (to be specific, the pilates class I had just taught... yeah, I've made big strides, but that's another story) and it sounded absolutely amazing!  But, I felt bad asking my parents to go on another trip that I don't really need for credit.  She then told me how affordable it was going to be.  I almost started crying.  I mean, when will I ever be able to go to Kenya again?  So I called my dad and, to which he responded with a text saying he was in a meeting and to text him (professional).  He was all for it.  I knew my mom would be harder to convince.  I had this whole speech planned out.  I called her, told her about half of what I had to say, and she responded with, "Yeah! That sounds good! If that's what you want to do!" ....What?! Seriously? I had more to say! So with this sweeping approval from my parents, I signed up to go to Kenya!  Our group will be working at a women's refugee center as well as a medical clinic.  So incredibly excited!!  If this were a recap of the past few weeks camp-style, this whole situation would be my God moment #1 of the week.

God moment #2 came yesterday.  As some of you may know, I'm working on lots of applications.  Seminary and global mission are at the top of my list right now.  When I went home Monday night to vote Tuesday, my parents asked me how the applications were coming, and I told them I was a little hung up on the pastor recommendation.  My current pastor came when I was a senior in high school, and with school and camp, I really haven't been around him as much as I'd like.  While I know he would be more than happy to write me a recommendation, I feel bad asking someone who I do not know as well as I'd like to.  So with this pickle, I asked my parents if it would be ok for me to ask my youth leader from high school to write a rec for me.  They said that would be fine, so I was going to put it on my to do list to get his email and see if we couldn't arrange a time to talk.  Well, yesterday I was at the mall with my mom and we were running out to make it to my haircut on time, and who do we run into but Jason (my youth director)!  He is a pastor at a different church now, so we got to catch up and I got to tell him about what all I'm thinking about.  Talk about crazy!  I still can't get over it.

All of these stories to say that my semester is going so well and I couldn't be more excited about the opportunities God is opening up in my life! 

Sunday, September 30, 2012

Come on Fall Break!

Y'all.  Today I had a run in with my old biology advisor.  The one whose office I cried in... several times.  The one who I went and told that I was going to be a biology major.  Then that I wasn't.  Then that I was going to be a biology minor.  Then that I wasn't.  Then that I wanted to go to nursing school stat and asked for help to make that happen.  Then I dropped all my biology classes and ran and left the biology department with a good lasting impression of Sarah Derrick.  Today I saw him in church.  He said, "Well, hey Sarah!  I haven't seen you in awhile!"  That is accurate.  You haven't seen me because I flee when I see you or anyone from the biology department on campus because you all must think I'm insane.  Dr. Davis now stops me when I threaten to change majors.  I haven't recently felt the need to run myself into the ground taking classes I despise and am not good at to get a job that could very well just make me queasy.  While I could have said all these things, I simply responded with a, "I know!  How are you doing?"  This was a magical run in.  Truly magical, all in God's house.

On a different note, on things I am good at, tonight I made dinner.  It was so delicious, if I do say so myself.  I made chicken spaghetti and apple turnovers for desert.  It was a nice comfort dinner, perfect for the transition that we are having into fall!  I can't wait for the cooler weather to get here so I can make all kinds of fun things like soups, pies, and crocpot dishes!  I'm terrible at remembering to take pictures of the things I cook so yall can admire my skills, but here's the recipe for the chicken spaghetti.  I went ahead and mixed everything together instead of layering before I put it in the oven.  And then the apple turnovers are compliments of Mandy's recipe box.
1 apple cut into slices
1 can of crescent rolls
1 stick of butter
Cinnamon Sugar
Roll apples inside crescent rolls.  Sprinkle tops with cinnamon sugar.  Melt butter and pour over top.  Bake at 375 for 20-25 minutes. (Mandy said 30 but our oven is a speed demon when it comes to cooking times.) Top with some cool whip and you have a little taste of fall in your mouth!

Time to get on my take home test for Pauline Epistles.  I'm choosing to think of it as more of a game, a Bible scavenger hunt if you will.

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Story of my college life.

Well hey there my people!  I'm writing this from PC's lovely library where if we can all have a flashback to my freshmen year, I lived.  Quite literally I spent every hour of my life in here and yet still somehow never quite managed to get it together as a biology major.  I spend a far less significant amount of time in here these days, specifically this year since leaving my townhouse is so hard since it is so cozy.  I've still somehow managed to pull my GPA up without sleeping in here anymore.  It's nice.  Anyway, this week is my first wave of tests and papers.  I will admit that I've been pretty available these past few weeks, doing a lot of baking and hanging.  Even though I KNEW this week was coming, I couldn't quite manage to be the proactive person I've never really been and work ahead so that this week would be a breeze.  I thrive on working til the last minute.  It's a problem, I know.
But, despite my large amounts of work I have accumulated, I still found it appropriate to update you all on my life.
This semester is rocking!  My classes, despite my procrastination, are wonderful.  My friends and I are having so much fun both here at PC and other places we decide to head to, like Nashville.  We, being the devoted football fans that we are, followed PC's team in hopes of being discovered when we weren't cheering our hose on.  Weird, that didn't happen.  In other news of Sarah's life, I have some--and by some I mean several--possible ideas on where I could be after graduation.  It's way fun but also way scary at the same time.  A good scary.  I've updated my resume and started an application to grad school.  I still feel like I'm good bit too young to be hired for real people jobs.
So there's my life up til now.  Nothing too new... literally nothing as far as my lack of motivation.  I guess it's time to get to writing, or make pumpkin chocolate chip bread.  Decisions...

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

A Wonderfully Easy Hostess Cake

I've decided that if I could pick up a minor in baking here in my last year at PC, that would be ideal.  This week I've made banana bread, cookies, and now tonight one of my favorite treats my mom always makes--Lutheran Coffee Cake.  She always has one made if we have company staying with us.  Now, I realize the title is slightly prejudiced, but what else are you going to call it?  If it was just plain coffee cake, that wouldn't be nearly as enticing as throwing a Lutheran at the beginning.  Tomorrow one of my friends is stopping through Clinton, so I figured I should get my hostess skills on and be ready with a cake, so I called my mom and got the recipe!
Since its late and I have to wake up in the morning to study for a quiz and go to the store to prepare for C5's first week-ishly/monthly Fiesta, I'll go ahead and give you the recipe.  It may involve boxed cake mix, but it tastes far from it.  Mandy is now famous.

Lutheran Coffee Cake
1 stick of butter
1 box yellow cake mix
1 box vanilla pudding
4 eggs
8 oz sour cream
cinnamon sugar

Mix together butter and cake mix and pudding.  Add in eggs and sour cream.  Pour half the batter into a greased cake pan.  Liberally sprinkle cinnamon sugar over the layer.  Pour the remaining batter on top.  Bake at 325 for 40-50 minutes. 

Sidenote: I'm especially thankful for having a professor who I can borrow from.  Thanks to Dr. Davis for the bunt pan!

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Blood Brothers

This is BIG.
I don't read... ever.  Nor do I ever get into a book to the point where I can't put it down.  The tables turned completely last night.  I, of course, procrastinated in my reading for a class.  I had every intention of just finishing the book I was supposed to read with a good skim.  However, before I knew it, it was 1:30 in the morning and I had read about 4 chapters from the end, and had fallen asleep doing so.  What in the world?!  I came straight home today from class through lunch to finish it.  So, what was this wonderful book?  Blood Brothers by Elias Chacour.
As lots of you know, I went to Israel over my spring break this past year.  While we were there, we had the true privilege of meeting with Archbishop Chacour.  His speaking was mesmerizing, and his book was just as engaging.  My trip gave me a new insight into the political and religious turmoil Israel has been battling, but reading this book completely changed the way I viewed all parties involved in the Israeli conflict.  While hearing a side to the story, completely unheard by the West, I also learned about a man who has lived out his message of peace.  He united communities.  He has such rich faith, his heritage being so closely tied to the land of Israel.  And although he has every reason to be so angry with other parties, he doesn't want one to be pro-Palestenian if that means being anti-Jew or anti-Muslim.  His hope of peace reaches across any religious barricades that have been built up.
And yet, as I was learning about religious tensions, efforts for peace, and a truly inspiring man, I saw pieces of encouragement and even some images of myself.  There were several passages that gave me chill bumps, but one specifically was just like holding a mirror to myself.  Chacour was in seminary and had become great friends with a classmate.  His friend painted up this wonderful picture of life after school. They could go to their first call together, living peacefully, and continue the experience they had had throughout school.  Chacour writes, "He talked for some time, building a bright dream.  It touched my deepest wound--the need for a home, a sense of place.  It sounded so comforting, so easy.  When he finished, I found myself agreeing to his plan, eagerly trying to fill my emptiness with someone else's dream."  That about sums up my experience thus far trying to figure out what I will be doing after I graduate.  The past 3 years have been spent, searching certainly, but I have been relying heavily on other people's ideas and input, even other people's plans.  I have been wanting so badly just to have a plan, to know where I will go and who I will be with.  What I do know without a shadow of a doubt is that God has wonderful things planned for me.  I feel that I am growing to see more and more of what those plans are.  Ultimately, all I can do is pray and have faith.  If I pray for God to use me in amazing and wonderful ways, I know that God will.

And that, my friends, is what I got out of Blood Brothers.  Anyone else interested in a good read?

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Joy in Trying New Things

So this semester I needed an extra hour, so naturally I looked at what PE classes were being offered.  Pilates fit my schedule and I figured I could use a good stretch.  So I went to class the first day and right off the bat realized I was pretty much doomed.  I mean, when I learned I couldn't even sit up properly without the instructor propping me up, I could tell it would be a long semester.  I blame my height, I always blame my height.  It's just more weight than everyone else has to deal with.  Today we had to do a side plank and then dive down under our stomach.  I was shockingly one of the few struggling.  I don't really get why no one else is having as hard of a time as I am.  I guess I'm always sore after so that's a good thing.  And at the end of this thing I should have the body of a goddess.  Probably.
On a slightly different note, no pun intended, I bought a guitar this summer.  Every summer at camp, I've looked for a way to build my street cred, and this summer it was time for me to learn to play guitar. Now, I figured the best way to make myself learn was to buy one, that way I spent the money and therefore would be obligated to learn.  So, after the sales pitch to my mom, including that playing a musical instrument helped prevent Alzheimer's, the purchase was made.  As the summer went on, my dedication went down for lots of reasons.  But, I brought my guitar back to school with me and pulled it out tonight for the first time in awhile.  After successfully tuning it, I realized I remembered approximately 1 chord... with the help of Google.  I still really want to learn to play, so I'll be working on that this semester along with all my other work.  I have lots of confidence that I will be so good in no time.  I mean, with my violin, and brief brief piano and cello days, surely this will be no problem!
So yay for this semester being a semester of new things!  At the end of it, I should be a smarter, more fit, musical diva.  That's the plan at least.

Monday, August 27, 2012

Here we go!

I have successfully completed my first week of my senior year of college.  How crazy is that?!  I feel like I was just moving into the attic aka the 4th floor of Clinton.  Somehow 3 years have flown by and I'm now finally in a townhouse!  Our house is so precious and homey!  We have been busy cooking, baking, celebrating birthdays, watching Golden Girls, getting ready for recruitment, and doing some work in there, too.  We have enjoyed several home cooked meals, all of which are by candlelight and cell phone free.  We also share our highs and lows from the day, seeing as how the majority of us have worked at a camp.  Our dinners together have probably been one of my favorite things about the year so far!
Today I did something that was exciting but slightly concerning at the same time.  I spent an hour between classes looking at jobs.  I realize that it is August and probably too early to be investigating into that whole scene, but since I have been bombarded with the question of "What are you doing after graduation?" a lot lately, I decided I should maybe look into it.  So I looked at non-profit jobs, mission opportunities, and church positions.  I hardly feel old enough to be doing any of that, but I found myself getting pretty excited about exploring those possibilities over the course of this year.
Thursday I get my cap and gown and today I got the application for graduation in my email.  As much as I would like to make it all stop and go back to freshmen year, I've decided to just take every single second in this year and make wonderful memories with my wonderful friends!
Today, I am so thankful for my sweet friends and how God's love shines through them.

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Joy in the Kitchen

I've always loved to cook, I won a dessert contest when I was 13.  I regularly ask for kitchen items for Christmas.  I have a very sincere belief that Paula Dean will call me one day and ask me to be a guest on her show.  It's going to happen...
Anyway, this week I've been spending a lot of my free time in the kitchen.  There is something very empowering and uplifting about having random ingredients come together to make something beautiful and delicious, and empowering and uplifting is exactly what I need right now.  So, I have put together 2 meals this week that have been absolutely wonderful, if I do say so myself, along with my award winning pie.  Tuesday night I made a very southern meal of fried chicken, macaroni and cheese, butter beans (my second favorite food to hibachi), and buttermilk biscuits.  Tonight I made some very tasty shrimp and grits.  The grits exploded a bit in the kitchen, but after stirring in some monterey jack cheese and butter, it all turned out beautifully.  
The thing I love making the most, though is my grandma's peach pie.  I've learned to cook from my parents and grandparents, but I learned to bake from her.  She taught me tricks to make oatmeal raisin cookies crispy and delicious.  She taught me a foolproof way to measure shortening.  She taught me how to make the perfect meringue for a lemon meringue pie. And, she taught me how to make a pie crust that has made me permanently against frozen crusts.  I am so thankful for the time she invested in me growing up and for the memories in the kitchen I will always have.  Her recipe for a peach pie is the recipe I used for the dessert contest, so as much as I claim it as my own, my life would be a lot less sweet had she not passed it on to me.  Making a peach pie is a labor of love.  There have been several times I have had to go back to the beginning when I was so close to being finished.  But like lots of things in life, the time and love--even the frustration-- invested in it is completely worth it when you get end result.  
Tonight I am thankful for the lessons learned in the kitchen, about cooking and about life. 

Mary Ethel's Peach Pie
Crust (makes a top and bottom crust):
2 cups flour
3/4 cup shortening 
1 tsp salt
5 Tbsp. ice cold water

Mix flour and salt in a bowl.  Cut in shortening with a pastry blender until it forms pea-sized chunks.  Add cold water 1 Tbsp at a time.  Mix with fork until dough forms a ball (you'll likely need to use your hands).  Divide dough into 2 equal balls.  Press between hands to make two 5"-6" sheets.  Roll out dough and loosen carefully.  Place bottom crust in a greased pie pan.

4 cups peaches
3/4 cup sugar
2 Tbsp. flour

Mix sugar and flour.  Add peaches.  Pour filling into the pie pan and top with butter.  Place the top crust over filling.  (I like to sprinkle some sugar on top before baking).  Bake at 450 degrees for 15 minutes.  Then bake for 20-25 minutes at 425 degrees. 

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Rejoice in All Circumstances

I'm backkk!  I've made a goal to update this thing way more now for a couple reasons... One being so that some people can get insight into my life and what all is going on in my year of lasts as a senior at PC.  But, also, I've decided that writing on here is really therapeutic and helps me sort out all that's going on.  I just finished my third summer at camp.  It was a good summer, but challenging in a lot of ways.  I learned a lot about myself and how I need to grow.  There are lots of interesting things going on in my life, but I feel so strongly that good comes from all things and that God works in amazing and wonderful ways.  Today I rejoice that God's love for me is greater than anyone else's.  I'm excited for what this year is going to bring and what I will learn from it along the way.  There's a lot to figure out in a year, but I am ready for the journey.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

I don't think I could appear more unstable if I tried.

If there is anyone else out there who has extreme changes in their life plans on a regular basis, please let me know. I truly don't think anyone else has caused more eye rolling, laughter, and general frustration with PC's biology department than this girl.
This time last semester, I was done being a Christian Ed major. So much to the point that I was trying to get into as many nursing school prerequisites this semester so I could get out of here and move on with my life. I pleaded at the feet of a professor to put me in his class this semester. I declared a biology minor with the same professor whose office I cried in freshmen year because I hated biology so much.
Despite the many warning signs I ran into and ignored the past 5 semesters at PC, I thought I could tackle 2 biology classes this semester and be just fine. Nay, my friends. I have cried the past 2 days out of misery. Yesterday I dropped one biology class, and then today I made a decision that will probably inhibit me from ever stepping foot into a biology classroom again at PC. I dropped the class that I pleaded so very hard for. I bailed when this professor had been nothing but accommodating, moving me to the top of his waiting list. I sent him an email in attempt to appear not quite as mentally unstable, but I don't know how much good it did. So with that, I was done with PC biology forever. And now I don't really have a choice if I do decide in 3 days I want to go back to it because I have burned bridges all over the place.
Also, fun fact I realized after sending the email tonight: I have an internship at the hospital and someone from the biology department is supposed to be my advisor. I bet they're fighting for that job.
On the off chance any biology professor reads this, please don't think I'm crazy. I just have no idea what to do with my life. I apologize so so much for appearing so incredibly flaky.

New Year's resolution: Discernment.