Aching to be there.

Bear Lake in the winter anyone???

Twit-ified.

Just set up my very own twitter account! yaaaaayyyy I'm a llama again! What? I dont know.


@sarahteehanks


clever I know.

Trypanophobia.

Think you can guess what that is? FEAR OF NEEDLES. I have it biiiiiigggg time. Bleh. They freak me out what can I say? 

So the other week I wasn't feeling so hot so I went to the good old insta-care. Turns out I had strep and was prescribed Amoxicillin. Welllll APPARENTLY I'm allergic to amoxicillin because about 6 days later I broke out in crazy, gross, VISCOUS hives. All over my body. Like, gross style. So gross in fact that I'm not even going to post the pictures cause you might vomit. Lets just say that everyone I've showed them too reacts like "OH. MY. GOSH. Sarah!!" to which I respond, "I know right?" But what I really wanna say is..."I toooooolllld you it was bad!" So I'm not lying people. It was BAD. The red bumps were even in my ears and in my mouth and on the palms of my hands. sick.

Annnnywayy. I'm sitting at the Insta-care yet again while my hives rage an everyone stares at me like I'm some monster. Why is that? The chick who is hacking out her right lung and browsing through a magazine that she found on the chair next to her which probably has been thumbed through by 150 people who were ALSO hacking up a lung is giving me the evil eye? are you kidding me? I wanted to turn to her and while widening my eyes shout "boo!". and then say "you're the one that's contagious! Step off!" But I didn't. Instead, I just popped my collar on my coat and tried to turtle move my head into my shoulders. Didn't work. 

Well the doctor took one look at me and said "whoa. we need to get meds in you quick!" Yeah. figured that. So then he begins to tell me that he wanted to give me a shot to make the medication start circulating faster. At about this point I started to panic. He then did what every doctor has to do when they mention a shot. Stop mid sentence and ask "are you alright?" to which I reply (while getting choked up might I add) "I just really hate needles." He smiles, chuckles and says it won't be too bad. Gee phanks bud. Soooo the nurse comes in and at this point I'm out right crying. She starts cooing and trying to talk me through it which doesn't work. Lets just say I am 24 years old and was BAWLING laying on my side on that BLASTED crinkley paper while she stuck a needle in my bum. A needle which, might I add was supposed to take all my troubles away. Why is this so ironic?

Ooooh it's vintage. I simply must have it.

I get that vintage is the new ''in'' right now but sometimes I just want to BARF all over the place when I read all these blogs about "ooooh look at this 800 year old hat" or "I MUST have this ugly old lamp!" some vintage things are cool and totally worth bringing back into circulation but seriously? Bleh!

Guess what? Sometimes VINTAGE is just another word for "used to be in style once forever ago."

Right now, I'm in the mood for some Lady GaGa, sitting on my plain tan couch watching Seinfeld, drinking diet coke out of my pink tupperware cup I got at Walmart.

Just sayin...

If the glove fits....

So...I do something weird. Something that I never realized was weird until I got married. I wear rubber gloves when I do the dishes. Here I was on our first week of blissful union trying to be suzie-homeaker doing the dishes (by HAND might I add. We only have one little dishwasher and that dishwasher is Muah. Yours Truly. ME.) And my lovely husband walks in and starts laughing his head off picking up one of them in between his thumb and pointer finger as if they are a used tissue or something and asks "what are these?!" He had never seen someone do this. 

Since he loves to tease me on a daily basis I chose to ignore it and go on as if it is normal. I finally accepted that it was a little strange when one of our good friends went to get a glass of water in our kitchen and came out holding it THE SAME WAY asking "do you actually wear these?!" I wailed back "Yessss IIIII ddoooooo" and then felt like Julia Roberts in Runaway Bride...fists clenched and everything.

I learned it from my mom. When I asked her why she wears them she said "Because I think hot water makes your hands look old." I thought it was because the old food grossed her out. That's why I wear them. But young looking hands is always a plus as well! Thank you mom for starting a tradition that I will probably hand down to my own daughters someday. (Cause, lets be honest. Who wants old looking hands?)

This Bug is Blogging me.

I mean, this BLOG is BUGGING me. I can't decide what I want this blog to be. So frustrated.

MMMM.

Had a shoe-gasm last weekend. Best $30 ever spent!