As told by Sarah...Jen's cousin

So, after a few months, Jen has given me the courage to put this on my Vox. and ONLY on my VOX cause you people are a heck of a lot nicer than most.

This is a song I wrote about two months back, and I guess I'll give you a little history on it.

I kinda had this dream one night, about a couple. Married. Kids. Cats. A house. Mid thirty's. You get the idea. Even though the couple loved eachother, the wife was suicidal. On more than one occassion. The husband knew it, and loved her despite it. At some point she couldn't take life anymore and decided to end it for the last time, but she called her husband who was at work. She was telling him goodbye. He knew what she was doing and he couldn't get to her soon enough.

Always Have Me

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I woke up and wrote a song about it.

This is their conversation.

I know I am a novice at guitar, so don't laugh. ;)

Constructive criticism is always welcome.

Thank you Jen. ;)

It was quite the swaray, I simply must say that.

Pictures will be posted soo..after I get on Adobe and mysteriously discover that KB is in ever picture of ours. Interesting says I.

I would just like to know that I am the master of getting out of awkward situation. Can I just say that? Today at work a friend told me and a very cute male that we should date...3x. He just recently was loosed from his bonds of psycho girlfriend. Good kid. He really is. And though that doesn't sound very awkward at all, it was. Trust me. But me,      Miss Fix-it, I played everything off like it was nothing.

I do not take dating as something serious. It is more of a sport in my eyes...which is why I don't date, because in sport, it is a game, therefore you are classified as "playing games" the only problem with this (as everyone knows) is that without rules, there can be no winner. And I like to win. This is why I don't date, cause it's pointless. And shallow.

*Disclaimer: I make this statement of truth ONLY to people of my own age who have not learned the precious art of a thing called maturity.

There's the rub.

My headline is simply to inform the reader that this note is pretty much about me and the events currently consuming surrounding my life, therefore, the headline was more of a warning of potential boredom on your part.

In the following narrative I will be referring to my siblings with their name and birth number indicating what order we were birthed in.

My brother Avery (3) was married in the spring of this year. Beautiful wedding. about 2 months ago my brother Chris (1) proposed to his girl friend of 6 years (see ladies, it really does happen) and she so graciously accepted. This was wonderful. Till they said in September that the wedding was *hopefully* going to be the first weekend in November.

<VISN> (i.e.very important side note) November is a really REALLY important month. It is the month of the awakening of the two most wonderful people in the world. Yes, you guessed it. My two cats. Okay not really. It was what everyone (except Cori) *first* assumed. Jen and I...we were born on this blessed month.

Moving right along Vanessa (previously mentioned soon-to-be-bride) asked me to make the dresses. "great!" said I. 8 brides maids! This I did not know. Fortunately I am only making Aubrey's(2), Elizabeth's(4), and Kate's(7). Oh, and mine(5). Oh, and Vanessa's. Yes, so only 5 out of 8. I'm pretty sure I came out on the better end of the deal.

<VISN> The Johnson girls (four in all...plus a mother) are all *very* big boned...except for Kate(7)...cause she's adopted...and she's a twig None of us look fat, but if we so tragically happen to grab a dress off the shelf that looks so cute hanging up and was originally designed for a Bulimic size 2 person...WE WILL LOOK FAT. For some reason in the 30 years that my sister has been alive, she hasn't figured it out.

So, all this to say that I made their dresses and Aubrey was like....uhhh...why do I look so fat. All the while I was thinking do you really honestly believe it's the dress doing that? I ahd to make adjustments. Now it looks pretty darn good. Elizabeth's(4) ont he other hand looks a little shaky and adjustments must be made for her too. 

This story does have a point though. Well not really I just say that so you will keep reading. I told my brother like 3 weeks ago that jer majest Jen should play for the wedding...piano you guys. Not guitar. I wouldn't torture my family with an Am chord for ten minutes of the wedding. So, we asked Jen on Monday. She so graciously accepted. I left the store and she asked her mother when the wedding was becasue I intentionally forgot to tell her cause I knew she would probably respectfully decline had she known it was in a week.

<VISN> Jen is not very confident in her piano skills...simply because she's a himble person, but I swear the moment I heard 'Because of You'  I was sold. Honestly, I know how hard it is to read music. Music is a VERY big part of my life, so I respect people who can read it because I try, and I can't.

All this to say Jen is amazing.

So, anyways, I will be taking lots of pictures at the wedding and sharing them with everyone...but Jen will be cut out of every picture cause she's mysterious like that.

Till November 3rd (which is the wedding date) we shall meet again!

hugs and kisses. 

Sighs. I think I want to cry when I hear this girl sing. I simply love her..for the past few years anyway...but still, I love her.

In the wise words of uhhh...what's her name ... Julie Andrews-

These are a few of my favorite things...

I know. But really, it DOES exist. And unfortunately, I did have to find out the hard way.

I almost feel bad that every time I post (which is pretty much like never) that I post about animals. Ahh, the glamors of working at a pet store.

So, Bill tells me three days ago, "Sarah, we need to make sure the albino corn snake is handled more often cause it's starting to bite me" I don't know about you guys, but wouldn't that be the reason you actually SHOULDN'T hold a snake...because it wants to eat you? Right. Having said that, I've been getting him out every day...for two days...so that he will become more socially adapt....like children. Leave them in a room too long and the will bite you...or is that just me. Moving right along. So, today the retarded girls I work with who really don't work at all saw me with him and was like OH EMM GEE! Like, you're totally holding that?! To which I promply informed them that it's really not a snake but a llama...which is coincidentally in the reptile family...yeah. One of the "OMG" girls told me, it like totally has a thick neck. I informed her that it was a muscle contracted...this time I was actually serious. So my favorite person that I work with pwt it, right below it's jaw line. I had my head turned. I felt it though. All over my arm. Snake vomit. Nice. Everyone backed up and Dillion (previously mentioned favorite person) fell, quite literally, on the floor laughing. Thankfully he cleaned me off, but still. Snake vomit. If I thought you could stomach it, I would continue to describe the concistencey...so I won't. In fact, I could tell everyone what Jen is doing right now. She's already said "Eww" out loud, (even if no one is in the room) probably with her hand over her mouth or on the side of her shaking them, and she looks like she just sucked on a lemon. I love her. :)