Sarah Bellum's Tales of Wit and Charm

I don’t need a reason to heart SLCup, but if I did it would be the pug off sticker she gave me today at lunch. She gave little puggie an eye-patch. Now that’s friendship!

I’m slowly turning into my Mom, which wouldn’t be so bad if it were her good traits. She is the kindest most loving person I’ve ever known. She is a nurse and has this need to help people, even when outside of the hospital. This includes giving her daughter’s favorite coat away to someone who needed it more. Yeah, it happened, but I couldn’t be mad.

My Mom is sort of an airhead, as is Ben. Growing up I don’t know how many times we left the house just to turn around and go back, because she forgot to turn off her curling iron. Ben is the one who lost his basketball in the back seat of his car. HOW DOES THAT HAPPEN?!

It’s always driven me mad, until now. Why the change? Because I’ve joined their club.

I’ve been wanting to see The Queen, and finally talked a friend into taking me to see it last night. The movie starts and I realized I had already seen it. I was livid! My friend laughed at me for the rest of the evening. It sucked, since I didn’t love the movie the first time around.

If that were the only airhead moment…

Last week Daisy was chewing at her paws, as she often does due to allergies. When this happens I spray her paws with a bitter spray to keep her from chewing them. Twenty minutes after covering her paws in the stuff I noticed she was not only chewing at them more, but licking them as well. I accidentally got some of the spray on my hand before and know it tastes like hell in a bottle. Something was wrong. I picked up the bottle and noticed it was the wrong spray. I had just sprayed mint tasting dental spray on her paws. How I mixed up these two bottles is beyond me!If Daisy chews her own feet off, I can only blame myself!

For the past 23 years I’ve been convinced my mother lies about where Ben came from. Yes, I know all about the birds and bees. Boy do I know! Not that. I thought Ben had to be adopted or left on our doorstop by gypsies. Because we all know gypsies pass through Delta a lot. He looks nothing like me, or so I thought.

This picture proves me wrong, and my mother right. I really, really hate that!Excuse Ben’s need for tweezers, our exhausted eyes, and the zit I call Pluto on my chin. It was a long day.

My niece and nephew, Hannah & Carter, turned three today. I made a quick trip to God’s country for the party. It was a half princess and half cars party. The kids had a great time and I got a princess takeaway bag.

Here’s a few video clips of the kids singing to themselves. Take note of Hannah singing “Happy Birthday to just me” in typical princess fashion.

**Hannah and Carter, Happy Birthday! Your auntie Sarah loves you dearly and is very thankful such cute, spunky kids came into her life. I love you more than chocolate. Seriously.

Today marks the beginning of Willie Nelson week. A week devoted entirely to Willie & weed. Since I don’t actually smoke weed, I’ll just add extra basil to my food this week and consider it good enough. You may be asking why devote this particular week. Simple. Ben and I will be taking a trip to St. George on Tuesday to see the great WN in concert.

We have a small obsession with him. When we were kids my grandparents purchased the Willie Nelson ranch located near Spanish Fork, Utah. I requested my parents change the spelling of my last name from Nielson to Nelson. As usual they marked it up as my “crazy imagination” and the spelling stayed.

The obsession reached its height when I was 12. I hated all things country, with the exception of Willie, Johnny Cash and my beloved grandfather. I fondly remember riding the 4-wheelers around his ranch while trying to keep my hair from being blown out of my side ponytail. I just knew that Willie couldn’t just walk away from the ranch, and that he must secretly fly to Utah every few weeks just to check on things. My family always thought it was odd that I primped before going out on the ranch, but I was convinced Willie was watching me. I had to look good!

I found an old plaid snap shirt in the barn that I still own. I’m convinced it was Willie’s shirt, and hangs proudly at the back of my closet. I may even wear it to the concert, since I probably won’t have time to find pink cowgirl boots in time.