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This is the first post in a series of posts about how I did something dumb and how you can avoid that dumb thing.  Except that I’m ADD and forgetful, so it might just be 1 stand alone post that leaves you wanting more. 

Hi, Its been awhile.  If you’re new to SaraEllenAwesome, stay awhile and look around.  If you know me, you already know I’m weird, if you don’t…well now you do. 

Give Blood (to legitimate places, don’t just give it to strangers).  It helps people.  It’s not hard.  It doesn’t take long and they give you cookies and juice.  But I want you to listen to the rules they give you after you give that blood.  Also, I want you to remember that you gave blood.  Because if you get busy in the kitchen that night and forget you gave blood, especially if you’re already slightly iron deficient anemic, and you pour a glass of wine, you just might pass out in the shower.  Or almost pass out in the shower.

This warning is not based on a true story, it IS a true story.  My true story. And that one single stupid glass of wine caused me about 36 hours of recovery time.  While standing in the kitchen for a couple hours making lunches for us for the week, I decided hey, I might as well have a little glass of wine.  Little did I know that would be my downfall that day.  After the glass, I decided to do 85 squats and take a shower. That’s when things when downhill, fast.  Pretty much immediately, I had to have the hubs come help me.  He brought me cold water and I asked him to stay near so he could hear me if I yelled while I tried to really supersonic fast finish my shower.  I made it through washing my face before I ended up sitting on the floor of the shower, within seconds of passing out.  When I finally made it out I put on a robe and laid on the bathroom floor until I felt like I could move enough to make it to the bed.  I’m 28 years old and my husband had to actually help me get dressed.  BECAUSE I DRANK A GLASS OF WINE.  I mean, come on, Sara, how dumb can you be? They told you not to drink.  It’s not like you drink on a regular basis either.  You were bored and thought Hey, a glass of wine, you seem nice.  NO.  It was not nice. 

Also, don’t do a big workout after you give blood either.  Did that once before, too and I ended up teaching my kickboxing class from a seated position for some of the time.  It’s not worth it.  Giving blood is worth it, but make sure that’s all you do the rest of the day.  Milk it.  Prop your feet up and watch a marathon of whatever you love to watch and make your husband feed you grapes and wave palm leaves or whatever.  Just whatever you do, DON’T break the “after you give blood” rules. 

That was your P.S.A. for the day 🙂  You’re welcome. 


I mean, I doubt he would kill a kitten.

After my wonderful cat, Otis, ran away to live some wonderful, fancy life with his cat friends (at least that’s what I tell myself happened to him) I was kind of OK with only having dogs for awhile. I was about to get married, and move away and I knew that our future land lord would prefer if his new tenants only came with two dogs and that the move would be easier with just two animals. However, lately I have been really wanting a snuggly little kitten. One I can let sleep on my head, and purr in my ear. So I decided to broach the subject with Chris.

Me: I want a kitten
Chris: No. Sorry.
Me: But they’re so cute. And I miss cuddling with Otis <—- that part was me trying to get him to feel bad for my loss
Chris: Jake and Max will cuddle
Me: When we own our own home, I will be more persistent.

That was the end of that conversation, but I was not kidding about being more persistent/annoying about it in the future. However, I started thinking (dangerous ground, I know) if I got a kitten…an ADORABLE, AWESOME kitten, what’s he going to do about it? Sure, he’ll be mad and he might try to convince Max it’s a chew toy, but seriously, he’s not going to leave me or kill the kitten. He would just have to deal with the new addition to our family. He would fall in love with that kitten, he just doesn’t know it yet. That cat will become his best friend. That’s probably what he’s afraid of. He’s afraid he will love that kitten so much that he won’t have any more room in his heart for me. But it’s ok honey, I know that a cute kitten can steal your heart and I won’t take offense. He hasn’t been around cats enough to know that they can be really freakin’ awesome creatures. If they weren’t, there wouldn’t be an LOLCats website with tons of funny cat pictures. Cat’s are awesome and if you don’t realize that, then you yourself are not awesome.

Anyway, I’m going to get a kitten and I’m going to hide it in the house, and when Chris finds it, I will just tell him it’s an odd looking dog with a strange sounding bark that I inherited from a relative I didn’t know I had, but I have to keep it because it’s family.

Shhhh…don’t tell Chris.