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Glimpses of Sara

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So it poured rain the day of commencement, which meant it was a bad hair day. But it was a great day with my new, old friends anyway!
So it poured rain the day of commencement, which meant it was a bad hair day. But it was a great day with my new, old friends anyway!
Adam and I a mere six years ago...
Adam and I a mere six years ago…
My dad walked me down the aisle and gave me away, despite my bird's nest hairdo.
My dad walked me down the aisle and gave me away, despite my bird’s nest hairdo.
(When you're not great at shooting selfies while driving, transform them into sketches.... ) While I did ask my son how I looked before I left for my first day on the job, I didn't think about shooting a photo -- until I reached my first STOP sign. I look more happy than anxious. :)
(When you’re not great at shooting selfies while driving, transform them into sketches…. ) While I did ask my son how I looked before I left for my first day on the job, I didn’t think about shooting a photo — until I reached my first STOP sign. I look more happy than anxious. :)
My mom and I when we visited the butterfly museum last summer.
My mom and I when we visited the butterfly museum last summer.
Stainless steel frames with progressive, no-line bifocal lenses that are photochromatic and have a premium oleophobic anti-reflective coating for a mere $136.26 shipped to my mailbox in two weeks or less. Zenni, you should hire me to advertise for you.)
Stainless steel frames with progressive, no-line bifocal lenses that are photochromatic and have a premium oleophobic anti-reflective coating for a mere $136.26 shipped to my mailbox in two weeks or less. Zenni, you should hire me to advertise for you.)
A selfie of my mother and I on my last visit.
A selfie of my mother and I on my last visit.
Me, this morning, with the trusty float destined to save me from all the denizens of the deep -- and the shallows.
Me, this morning, with the trusty float destined to save me from all the denizens of the deep — and the shallows.
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Me and my poison ivy--not thrilled with each other even a week after it appeared.
Me and my poison ivy–not thrilled with each other even a week after it appeared.
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My friend Robena and I took a selfie prior to embarking on the Dash for Diabetes 5K Saturday morning.
My friend Robena and I took a selfie prior to embarking on the Dash for Diabetes 5K Saturday morning.
12 photos in glasses
That would be me.... and, yes, I am smiling behind the mask.
That would be me…. and, yes, I am smiling behind the mask.
My mom with my son Adam and me on Mother's Day 2012.
My mom with my son Adam and me on Mother’s Day 2012.
Loving being with my husband
Loving being with my husband
Spontaneous selifes by way of illustration: The two on the left were done with modern technology, me looking at what would be the mirror image WYWIWYG. The right one, quasi modern, digital smartphone camera but holding it as I would a traditional camera.
Spontaneous selifes by way of illustration: The two on the left were done with modern technology, me looking at what would be the mirror image WYWIWYG. The right one, quasi modern, digital smartphone camera but holding it as I would a traditional camera.
Temporarily pouting, but permanently enlightened!
Temporarily pouting, but permanently enlightened!
The fun before the storm... Little Orange Riding Hood and her sister Trish with unruly, not overly photogenic or cooperative football fans in the background. Did these people not feel the raindrops splashing around us? This was the weekend before the Nightmare with Coughin' began...
The fun before the storm… Little Orange Riding Hood and her sister Trish with unruly, not overly photogenic or cooperative football fans in the background. Did these people not feel the raindrops splashing around us? This was the weekend before the Nightmare with Coughin’ began…
Stars upon thar driver licenses...
Stars upon thar driver licenses…
Proud mama and her baby boy
Proud mama and her baby boy
Daughter-in-love and mother-in-love. :)
Daughter-in-love and mother-in-love. :)
My son after his final performance in "Beauty and the Beast." He played both a beast and a prince perfectly... just like in real life. :)
My son after his final performance in “Beauty and the Beast.” He played both a beast and a prince perfectly… just like in real life. :)
Actually, I was holding the pitchfork, and I wasn't smiling...
Actually, I was holding the pitchfork, and I wasn’t smiling…

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Do you hate popups as much as I do?
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Do you hate popups as much as I do?

Recently, I’ve been exploring a variety of blogs. The instant I land on a blog I once considered a promising read, a box pops up, offering me the blogger’s firstborn child in exchange for my email address. Continue reading Do you hate popups as much as I do?

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