It's Me, Sara Louise

A thousand thanks to Biscuit from And They Lived Happily Ever After. Biscuit has kindly passing on this award to me. And can I say, I love the name of Biscuit’s blog. I’m going to let you in on a little secret, every time I make a wish for something, like blowing candles out, or throwing a penny in a fountain, or what not, I always wish to live happily ever after, and Biscuit’s doing it, so that’s pretty great.

The Rules: Thank and link back to the person who awarded you this award (check). Share seven things about yourself (see below… check). Award fifteen recently discovered great bloggers (fifteen is a tad excessive… kinda check).
It’s getting harder to come up with unknown tidbits about me because it feels like you guys know me up, down, inside and out, but I’m going to give it a go (apologies in advance for boring tidbits).
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One: My favorite faux food is Haribo gummy/jelly candies (fun fact: there’s a Haribo factory in Marseille). I can eat them all the time, day or night, and can often be heard moaning, “I’m full of jellies” as The Husband pries the almost empty bag out of my hand.

Two: When I met The Husband I knew he was ‘the one’ within the first five minutes. There weren’t fireworks or rockets or anything, but a wonderful sense of calm and I knew. Strange feeling. It was like an instant recognition of my other half. I’m not saying that we knew each other in another life or are soul mates (hate that word) or anything. But it was like, “oh, there you are.” Followed by, “where the hell have you been?“

Three: I miss my career and my city life. Even though I am totally happy with my decision to move here to the middle of ass nowhere, I still miss it. I miss the buzz. But as long as I can get to a city to run around in every few weeks, I’m OK. (fun fact: the bank that I used to work for ceased to exist as of 31st December. That’s right, shut down thanks to the worst depression recession in Irish history. Or maybe because I left, it’s a toss up).

Four: I wish I was one of those flawlessly put together girls but fail miserably when I try. You know the girls I’m talking about; perfect hair, perfect makeup, perfect outfit, perfect home, and even, perfect blog. No matter how hard I try I will always be slightly askew somehow, like the little girl with the uneven pigtails, sticky with graham cracker crumbs and apple juice. That was me. Still is.

Five: In ten days it will be the sixteenth anniversary of the day my father slipped into a coma for 45 days. It also happens to be my birthday (not the best birthday present he’s ever given me). But, the miracle is that the doctor told us he wouldn’t wake up from the coma, and he did. Then they told us that he wouldn’t live longer than a year, and he did. Sixteen years later… (he’s very stubborn).

Six: My mother and I had the amazing fortune of visiting the Sistine Chapel and seeing it with only three other people inside. To have space and time to see the Chapel and Michelangelo’s ceiling without being crammed with loads of other tourists, elbow to elbow, is a blessed occurrence and one of my most treasured experiences. And I am thankful to have experienced this with my mother.

Seven: I feel extremely blessed that as a woman, I was born in America and not someplace that treats women like it’s the Dark Ages (Afghanistan and Sudan, I’m looking at you). And I’m constantly in awe of the fact that life and the luck of the draw can come down to something as simple as geography. The world is a crazy place.
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