A Single Girls Guide to Car Maintenance!

You know... I wasn't around in the 60's and even if I was, I am pretty sure I would NOT have burned my bra! The truth is that I love the way it supports, lifts and enhances my life!  I also LOVE traditional gender rolls...

Men if you are reading - I will wash the clothes, cook the meals and care for the children (except when they are vomiting). In return, please be prepared to open my door,  take out the trash, shovel the snow, mow the lawn... and CARE for the CAR!!!!

Seriously! WHAT is a single girl supposed to do when... The blinkers stop working. The windshield wipers wear out. The tires get run down. The transmission starts to go. The wheel bearings (what the heck is a wheel bearing) have issues.  The tail lights get cracked. The exhaust starts to leak. The list could go on and on! 

Feeling a little anxious and overwhelmed? 

A Single Girls Guide to Car Maintenance is all you need!  Four simple steps to complete automotive peace of mind!

1) Make sure you have GAP insurance.

2) Wait for a large hurricane, tropical storm, or even a slight breeze (who knows you might get lucky).

3) Park car under large precarious looking tree!

4) Buy a NEW CAR!



*Sadly, this is NOT my vehicle. 

Apparently I am waiting for the tree that will topple with a slight breeze :(

One man (or woman)'s tragedy is an other's triumph!

Living the Gospel (according to Sara)

Nature Boy! That is what we called him - "Him" being the naked anatomically correct statue situated on the main road that lead in and out of the City Centre in Cork.  Cork, Ireland that is.  I lived there for two glorious years on said road just a stones through from Nature Boy! 


Truth be told, I was little... embarrassed by Nature Boy.  He stood tall and erect (meaning he stood UP RIGHT and nothing else!), his bronze arms outstretched to the sky.  It seemed as though he was communing with nature in his... ummmmm... natural state - thus the name- Nature Boy!


It was virtually impossible to go anywhere without catching a glimpse of my bronze friend.  After almost two years, I had enough!  Did the Irish government have no shame?!  A large naked statue on the side of the road!?  Really! One would NEVER find such a thing in the States... but never fear!  The GREAT American was here (or technically there). 


I decided it was my duty!  Nay! It was my obligation to protect the innocent eyes of the Irish youth!  I did what any self respecting American would do!  I went to the store, bought the biggest pair of boxer briefs available and a roll of duck tap! 


Dressed in black, under the cover of night, complete with two or three unassuming minors and an accomplice driving the get-away car, I cut the crotch out of the underwear and then cut straight down the back, creating a reverse diaper.  We wrapped and ducked taped said diaper around the statue and VOILA!  No more naked Naked Nature Boy! 

"... for I was naked and you clothed me" ~ Jesus

So many stories...

... so little time... and not to mention at the moment 0 followers!



So dear Blogspot... it's you and I on this random journey. I wish I could promise some chronology or even some rhyme, reason or logic to the things I'll share but let's face it, anyone who knows me knows there is NO rhyme, reason or logic within me.  My brother tells me that I live in the magical world of Saraland where all things are possible and NOTHNG is real. Just like the title of my blog, I like to think it's all part of my charm! 


Stay tuned... for some of the charming (and not so charming) tales from my life!