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Good to be back.....

Wed, 01 Nov 2006 15:50:13 GMT

Wow......

It has been awhile since I have posted something....the only reason I keep in touch with zanga is to be able to in some small way stay in touch with three of my brothers..... who I adore...... Jared, Seth, Joel.... I love and miss you every day.... Your big sis is here when ever you chose to contact her.....

I look at my last post and it touches my heart.... that was me a couple of months ago... so sad... so lost....

awwwwwww....

Still a little lost, but not sad anymore...

I had the unexpected blessing of having a last minute invite to the 2006 Interline BVI regatta... something I went on 3 yrs ago and can only describe as the most amazing 10 days of my life.... and something I have longed for ever since.... and wow.... I can only say that my middle name "Joy"..... now represents how I feel..... SJ (sarah joy) is back...... being out on the water and in one of the most beautiful places God has created - the British Virgin Islands....... so amazing... got to do some free climbing and a couple of other extreme sports/things.... Mmmmmmmm.......

Since I last posted the lyrics to a song I thought it only fitting that I do the same to echo my thoughts/emotions...

These are days you’ll remember
Never before and never since, I promise
Will the whole world be warm as this
And as you feel it,
You’ll know it’s true
That you – you are blessed and lucky
It’s true – that you
Are touched by something
That will grow and bloom in you

These are days you’ll remember
When May is rushing over you
With desire to be part of the miracles
You see in every hour
You’ll know it’s true
That you are blessed and lucky
It’s true that you are touched
By something that will grow and bloom in you

These are days –
These are the days you might fill
With laughter until you break
These days you might feel
A shaft of light
Make its way across your face
And when you do
You’ll know how it was meant to be
See the signs and know their meaning
You’ll know how it was meant to be
Hear the signs and know they’re speaking
To you, to you

PS. The BVI's are where piracy was born (think Jack Sparrow people) .. and I swear there is a little bit of magic in the air.....

Friday, June 02, 2006

Fri, 02 Jun 2006 21:49:43 GMT

I am I said..
To no one there...
And no one heard... not even the chair...
I am I cried...
I am, said I...
And I am lost and I can't even say why...
Leaving me lonely still...

Lyrics from a Neil Diamond song....

Describe how I am feeling lately.....

Good but lonely....

I just typed this in response to Jared's latest post, and I thought I would share it...

Thu, 30 Mar 2006 13:16:33 GMT

OUCH!!!!!!!!!!!

Trust me bro....I know about pain and glass.......except I have a good sized piece inside my finger.....slowly working its way out.....SLOWLY....and with much PAIN....

See, the story goes like this......

On one bright, (haha...as I start to type this the glass starts throbbing, causing more pain) sunshinney afternoon, my friend (Roxanne) and I stop by her apartment to pick up her cigarettes, and on the way out the door she informs me that her cousin (Charles Shaw) is a wine maker, and she has all of these bottles of wine, and askes me if I want red or white. I inform her that I would like red, and she hands me the bottle and I walk out the door. Now, as I step off of her porch, my right ankle twists and gives out completely, and I collapse..... The patio is, of all things, made up of concrete....and my left hand happens to have within its grasp a bottle of wine..... which shatters as both the bottle and my hand make contact with the hard, unforgiving concrete..... and on impact the blood begans to gush and spurt with great force and from the numerous cuts that the glass from the wine bottle has so graciously bestowed upon my fingers, one of which was on the middle finger, near the flexor tendon. My poor frind rushes to get a kitchen towel to staunch the bleeding (STAUNCH THE BLEEDING, STAUNCH THE BLEEDING!!!! .... hahaha ...memories from days of old, playing skipbo with my brothers....I think john coined the term...goodtimes.....anyways..) at this point I am in extremely severe pain. I can't decide what hurts worse at this point (but it's a close race!) the torn muscle in my foot, or the deep gash (plus multiple other cuts all over my hand) in my finger. Roxy is begging me to come to the sink and wash out the cut (always listen to your friends) but I remained hunched over on the patio, as the the wound to my finger (even though I was now applying pressure) continued to gush blood, soaking her white towel...now a deep, crimson red. Roxy implored me to go to the emergency room......and I refused. So at this point, with her assistance, I applied a clumsy bandage, and hobbled to my car. (our plans for the evening had just been canceled) I went home, exhausted (from being up since 5:30 am for work) and almost delirous from the pain, took 6 advil, put a bag of frozen corn on my foot and went to sleep. I arose at 5:30 am the following morning and went to work......at this point I still did not have the nerve (no pun intended...haha) to take the bandage off and look at my finger.....being afraid to see the severity of the damage.....I could feel nothing from the bend of my 2nd knuckle and upward, and I could not straighten my finger of my own accord. I was also hobbling like a little crippled old woman when attemping to walk.......very sad. Anyway, around 11 am that morning I finally worked up the courage to remove the makeshift bandage..(partly prompted by the sheer horror of the the fact that my coworker informed me that if I didn't clean the wound, I could lose the finger due to infection) So with much trepidation and pain I removed the bandage.....

My finger was swollen twice its normal size and discolored from the internal and external bleeding, and bent in an abnormal position...truly a horrendous site. At this point I should have sought medical help (actually a lot sooner) but instead I sprayed it with disinfectant (never truly cleaning it) and rebandaged it. This process continued for about ten days, until I became concerned with the fact that I could not bend my finger. I was also starting to have a truly terrible suspision......my finger might have healed up with a chunk of glass inside! A good friend's (brad) dad - a veterinary surgeon - very kindly exrayed the hand for me (free of charge) and informed me that the flexor tendon had not been cut, that I would regain full use as well as feeling in the tip.... (*sigh of relief*) He also informed me that the wound had healed without infection (*another sigh of relief*) but, that when the glass started to work its way out of the body (like a splinter does) that the finger would have to be cut open , the glass removed, and then restiched up again.

Now.....to the present day........ (that was 6 weeks ago) There is a large reddish bulge on the side of my left middle finger, right at the 2nd knuckle. The glass is very slowly, very painfully trying to work its way out of my body. I still haven't sought medical help, and may not.....the sensible part of my brain instructs me to make an appt. with my doctor and go have it cut out. The curous side (now that I have gotten used to the atrocious fact that I have a large chunk of glass inside of me) wants to see how long I can go before the pain and disfigurment gets unbearable.

Ok....so the moral of the story? Seek medical help....or if you have the guts - like jared - to properly take care of the problem yourself then do....to ignore an issue (or be in denial) solves nothing. This little bit of wisdom applies to life as well........ =-)

The end. =-)

Monday, March 27, 2006

Mon, 27 Mar 2006 05:00:37 GMT

Hey ya'll! Just hanging out in Asia.... Singapore to be exact.....

It's nice to be here on holiday, but there is NO place like home....

I miss my friends, my dogs, and tivo!!!!!!!!!!!

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Wed, 01 Mar 2006 17:07:16 GMT

I spoke at my good friend Patricia's dads funeral yesterday...

Anthony Laskoskie was a great man....one I will never forget...He was married for 38 yrs and 4 months, and still dated his wife and took her out dancing....he had 7 wonderful kids...he worked hard all of his life so his wife could stay home and raise the kids.......he valued family and faith above anything else.....he loved unconditionally and is an example to all of us.....he died from cancer at the early age of 59.....this world is a dimmer place for having lost him....

Two posts in one day....who knew?

Fri, 17 Feb 2006 18:57:26 GMT

This was on a Personal Expressions card - written by Jennifer Nomura

Read and enjoy....

"Whenever we become discouraged, let us close our eyes and remember a time when we were not afraid to dream..........

When we were small, we were all great artists, graceful dancers, storytellers. We composed songs, created paintings, and imagined great adventures...

We didn't think about it too much, we just made things up as we went along, improvising when ever we got sluck......

And I want to remind you that even though you are a "grown-up" now, you are still a creator at heart... an improvisor, an inventor who can make beautiful things out of whatever life hands you.

Whatever you dream, whatever you hope to achieve in your life, all you have to do is remember to trust your heart.... and trust that the answers have been part of you all along."

Mmmmm....very beautifully spoken...

Hope and faith are wonderful things, don't ya think?

Cleaning and unpacking can actually be fun....?!

Fri, 17 Feb 2006 18:11:18 GMT

Well, my kitchen looks fabulous today, thanks to Roxy and Tiff!

We were playing trivia up at Sam's...(our favorite hangout) and Roxy (who is one of the most organized people I know - and loves to clean) suggested that we all go tackle the kitchen together...so we did, and wow! What a difference! We cranked up the music and had the whole thing knocked out in about an hour.....it looks incredible! Thanks Roxy and Tiff....then we went back up to Sam's in our PJ's and celebrated.....fun night.....

I am currently working on going through all my clothes and organizing my closets...argh...

Ciao for now....

My thoughts on this (brrrrrrr) cold Sunday........ =-)

Sun, 12 Feb 2006 18:52:58 GMT

Again....too much time has passed since my last post....

I have been in the process of packing, moving and unpacking for the past few weeks.....

I am now living in a cute little 1500 square foot house...just me and the doggies...bella and max absolutely LOVE having a yard, and I am enjoying living in a house again...still have a long way to go with the unpacking though, and that is what I should be doing right now, but I am enjoying a relaxing Sunday (first one off in a month) just kind of puttering around the house in my PJ's.

I listened to the audio book of "Who moved my cheese" again this morning. I highly recommend everyone I know to either buy the book or audio book. It basically talks about dealing with change in your life.....and who doesn't have to deal with change? (thank you Jared for introducing me to the book)

So now I am back moving through the maze, looking for new cheese....

I have to tell you that I have realized that being back in the maze, hunting for new cheese isn't nearly as bad as I had feared it would be....

Hello to my brothers and Maegan....I miss and love ya'll!

Monday, December 26, 2005

Mon, 26 Dec 2005 23:18:40 GMT

Well, I can't believe it has been so long since I posted....

Started a new job at a PetsHotel and I am LOVING it....

Come home too tired to do much but hang with my doggies...

The other cool new thing in my life is playing trivia with a cool group of people at a cool pub.

Hope all is well with everyone!

Monday, November 21, 2005

Mon, 21 Nov 2005 03:16:34 GMT

Mmmm....well, I have always been a true romantic.......

I love the movie, "The Princess Bride"....

Isn't that what every little girl dreams off? Being a princess? Well, just to let you know, my name "Sarah", means princess in Hebrew....and I always have been one in some sense....

But back to that movie....one crucial line.... "LIFE IS PAIN"...... when I first heard it, my idealist romantic heart balked at the thought.....no...it can't be......I thought....

But as I continue on through this journey we call "life".... the more I live, the more I believe that "Life is (indeed) pain"......

I used to refer to the Latin phrase, "Carpe Diem!" as my motto, and indeed lived it out.

Now I grow weary of life and the never ending stream of pain that it seems to induce.....