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Kill ‘Em With Kindness

 

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I was 12 when I had my first boyfriend. His name was Chris Cressy. We “dated” for three weeks before he ghosted me just one week after my 13th birthday. For some reason, one that will remain a mystery forever, Chris decided to make the next year of my life miserable. I mean, he had already ripped out my heart and stomped on it, so why not take my already shaky teenage self esteem and drag that through the gutter too?

Chris HATED my guts. He put gum in my hair when I made the mistake of sitting in front of him on the school bus. He called me “pig face” everyday because of my stupid little upturned nose. We had “loathe” as a vocabulary word in 8th grade English, and he made it clear to the whole class who he loathed.

What had I done to deserve this treatment? Nothing.

So what did I do to defend myself or retaliate to Chris’s incessant bullying? Also, nothing.

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Even though my feelings were being constantly battered, I was nice to Chris. It was in December 2003 that he decided to cut it out and call off his verbal dogs. I was best friends with his sister and decided to give the entire family Christmas gifts, and when he saw that I gave him my own coveted NOFX tee shirt, he said something along the lines of “Sarah is just so nice. I think I’m going to be nice back.” It was a Christmas miracle!

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I know that compared to others’ experiences, my middle school situation was really NBD. Nevertheless, it had a profound effect on my life. I learned that kindness, genuine kindness, cannot be beat. I learned that patience truly is as virtuous as they say. I learned that taking the high road can be a real pain in the ass, but it is absolutely necessary.

After we got over that blip, Chris and I became friends, and remain friends to this day, almost 15 years later! He’s actually a great person, he was just an asshole teenager. (HI, CHRIS! I told you I was gonna use your full name!)

The inspiration to write this stemmed from a collaboration I have with a company called Little Words Project. I love looking down at my wrist and seeing the reminder to simply “be kind,” because I know from personal experience just how important that is. I suppose if you’re reading this post and are looking for something to take away from it all, hear me now: Kindness will always win.

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Be Kind Bracelet/ Little Words Project

 

Now this is stuck in my head: “Be kind to your web footed friends, for a duck may be somebody’s mother”

#TheBlumers Turn One

WE *JUST ABOUT* DID IT! WE *JUST ABOUT* MADE IT TO OUR FIRST WEDDING ANNIVERSARY (actual date is the 14th), as if anyone ever doubted they’d find us here, ha! It feels like it was just yesterday that we officially became The Blumers in the eyes of both God and the state of Pennsylvania…

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It’s pretty funny how quickly we embraced the life of being a boring, old married couple after our honeymoon. Sure we’ve travelled to some cool places since last May (like Toronto and NYC), hosted parties, and explored our city; but our life together as major homebodies is my favorite thing. We spent the first 2.5 years of our relationship mostly separated (I was living in Texas, Joel in PA) as well as the 9 months leading up to our wedding (I was working/living in Ohio), so sorry not sorry that we spend most of our time cuddling on the couch while we binge watch Breaking Bad and The Office on rotation ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

Hence the “theme” of our first anniversary photo shoot…

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A Few Good Mundane Memories:

  • the two days after the wedding madness, right before leaving for our honeymoon, when we got to just chill with our families and remaining friends in town.
  • the day we got our a/c fixed after what felt like a lifetime of being too sweaty to so much as hug.
  • adopting our kittens, who are basically our placeholder children for the next five years.
  • decorating for our first Christmas as a married couple and realizing how much our kittens love to ruin/eat most Christmas decor.
  • dancing our asses off to our wedding playlist in our living room while cleaning up after a party.
  • when we were on our way home late one Friday night and Joel pulled the car over so I could roll down the window and make eye contact with a raccoon in our neighborhood.
  • Joel growing his first beard.

After a year, I still get as giddy as a school girl when I hear Joel call me his wife…. He gets bonus points when he says it with a Borat accent.

Look Good, Feel Good (Part 1)

Do you feel more confident when you make the time and effort to do your make-up, fix your hair, and dress up? I know I do, but getting there can be a major struggle. All I think about is how comfortable my yoga pants and oversized t-shirt is. And as long as I don’t run into anyone I know, I’m in the clear. Unfortunately, that never works out.

Anytime I decide to stay in my slums, I always without a doubt run into someone I wasn’t expecting. Not only that but anytime I don’t clean up, I don’t feel good. All I want to do is lay in bed and watch Netflix or just sleep. I’ve realized it’s not healthy for me so I’ve decided to put more effort into my everyday routine.

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Go Dodgers, am I right?

Looking Good, Christina

After applying a hefty amount of dry shampoo and scraping out the rest of my “Full Coverage” foundation to cover up my hormonal breakouts, I’m finally looking and feeling better. When I feel more confident in myself, I have more energy to get out of the house and be productive. Even though it sounds like more work, it’s really not—once you’re done, you get things done.

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Dry Shampoo: Monat The Champ. Lips: Lipsense- 1 coat Purple Reign, 2 Coats Party Pink, Matte Gloss
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I’ve been obsessed with my pink frameless mirrored sunnies!

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So take on the challenge. Put in the extra effort, and look GOOD! Don’t do it for anyone other than yourself. You Go Girl!

xoxo,
Christina

#ihavethisthingwith UNICORNS

Would you believe me if I told you that I didn’t start actually loving unicorns on my own? In middle school I was known for being obsessed with flamingos, which I still am. But I had never really been HUGE into unicorns until recently.

It wasn’t until I started being brave and dying my hair different colors. It slowly started off with a few people tagging me in hair posts with different colors saying, “You should try this out! This is so you.” From the colorful hair posts, it evolved into rainbow food and drinks and then UNICORNS. I always appreciated them, but it was all of this push from everyone around me that made me embrace them as my spirit animal. Now I’m obsessed; I can’t go backward from here, only forward.

I own a unicorn mask that is mandatory for wedding receptions and photo shoots.


 

I have a Unicorn head above my bed that helps me think happy thoughts while I dream.

I’ve overheard people in the grocery store say I have unicorn hair.


I can’t get away from this, and I’m totally ok with that. Unicorns are part of me now, so much so that I will fight someone who has anything bad to say about them (I’m speaking directly to you, Zack).

The Starbucks Drink.



2-3 weeks ago I started getting tagged in posts about a Starbucks Unicorn Frappucino. Naturally, I was very excited and began counting down the days for this magical drink to appear in my hands. The time came to try it, and what did I experience? Cotton Candy Rainbows? Rainbow-sprinkled birthday cake?

Nothing like that at all! Major let down. Yes, consuming anything unicorn related will most likely have an exceptionally high sugar content so I knew what would be to come. BUT SOUR? I don’t know who had the crazy idea to put sour syrup and sprinkles in this drink, but it killed it for me. I was still able to drink it, but to all my fellow unicorn lovers, beware.



Enough about the drink. My love and obsession of unicorns have given me a creative outlet to express my inner being. I’m naturally a pretty happy and joyful person! If I could live on a rainbow and eat berries all day I totally would, but I would want you all to come with me. Can’t have a party by yourself!

 

This is my challenge for you. Open up your heart and let a little sparkle in. It only takes a little bit of glitter to shine. All you have to do is believe!

xoxo,
Christina

 

20 Things About Us

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In case you haven’t noticed the big change I made to my blog recently, I now have a co-author, my vivacious and bubbly cousin, Christina. It is now our blog. I will continue to write essays about whatever pointless/silly things I happen to be thinking about and regularly post about what I’m wearing and why, while Christina might actually teach you something (she’s a total natural at writing DIY posts).

When I read blogs, I tend to favor posts that help me get to know the person I’m reading about. I always crack up when I get to read posts with random facts about people (like this one that my friends wrote), so without further adieu, here are 20 random ass things about us that you didn’t even realize you need to know.

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  1. I like how skunks smell.
  2. If I could trade places with any fictional character, it’d be Rip Van Winkle because I love sleeping so much.
  3. I may act like a literary snob, but most of the things I know about literature were learned from the 90’s PBS show, Wishbone.
  4. I didn’t have cable TV or at-home Internet access growing up, which explains why I watched so much PBS and had to go to the library to keep up with my Myspace correspondents.
  5. I think that Samson from the Old Testament (you know, of Samson and Delilah) might be my spirit animal because I too feel powerless without my hair extensions.
  6. I wish I could carry a tune, but am frequently asked to stop every time I begin to sing.
  7. My husband and I have been together for 6 years, and we’ve still never openly farted in front of each other.
  8. Eight is my lucky number. No it’s not, I don’t have a lucky number I just couldn’t think of anything to write.
  9. If I could only listen to 5 bands for the rest of my life they’d be: Abba, ACDC, Styx, Queen, and idk Drake or something.
  10. I once ate a few bites of undercooked chicken because I didn’t want to hurt the chef’s feelings. I’ve been working on being less passive ever since.

 

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CHRISTINA-

  1. I’m 27 and I can still do the splits.
  2. If I could paint my house like a rainbow, I would, but my husband has some say in the matter.
  3. My hair is always changing color. I prefer fashion colors (pink, purple, silver) over natural ones.
  4. My right leg is one inch longer than my left.
  5. When I sneeze or hiccup, it sounds like a squeaky dog toy.
  6. I was in the hospital the week of my wedding for an emergency gall bladder removal surgery. I honestly thought I was going to get married in the hospital.
  7. I’m a direct descendant of Henry V (as is Sarah).
  8. I had both of my children unplanned.
  9. I play the viola.
  10. I can have an entire conversation using only movie quotes.

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We hope you have a grrrrreat weekend!

Highway To The Friend Zone

Six years ago today, I met my husband. Although I knew from the first encounter that I’d one day marry the crap out of Joel, the feeling was, in no way whatsoever, mutual. In the beginning, I was in the friend zone…

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It’s no secret that Joel took his sweet time escalating our relationship (read more about that here), and I’m really not complaining because, duh, we’re married now…. But that year and a half spent in relationship limbo when he “didn’t want to put a label on us” was a pain in my 21 year old ass. I spent who knows how many nights contemplating never texting him again, but I always gave in because when you love someone, you bombard them with calls and text messages so they know you mean business.

The same thing happened with Christina and her husband, Brandon. She was friend zoned for over a year and now they have two kids. Come to think of it, my ridiculously good looking sister-in-law, Laura, was ‘zoned by her husband, Todd, for like 5 years. I guess what I’m getting at is: it’s possible to leave the friend zone and find yourself in Love Town? Loveville? RelationCity?  This post is dedicated to any sad sap who finds him/herself in the same situation, you can persevere! You can be more than “just friends”.

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YOU’RE STUCK WITH ME NOW.

 

Putting The “Blah” In “Blog”

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Every blogger on the face of this earth has some sort of blogging equation + schedule that they follow, you know, on their blogs. Whether it’s 3 detailed DIY posts everyday teaching readers how to make or bake something, or a post every now and then about what they wore to the last party they attended, everybody in blogland is doing something. On the off chance that I mention this blog to someone I don’t know very well, the inevitable first question they ask is “what is your blog about?” to which I answer “absolutely nothing, but somehow everything.” It’s a Catch 22 blog.

If you’re new visiting our “little corner” (ugh, gag) of the Internet, here is what you can expect from the Sarah half of That’s What She Said:

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blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah STUFF ABOUT STYLE.

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PHOTOS OF ME STANDING AWKWARDLY IN FRONT OF A COOL WALL blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.

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blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah RANDOM SHIT I’M THINKING ABOUT blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah

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It’s hard to believe I’ve been putting the “blah” in “blog” for 5 years now. I can’t stop, won’t stop blah blah blogging.