Monday, July 30, 2012

The Sunscreen Song

If you have never heard this song, you are either at least 5 years older or younger than me...

It was a monstrous hit for the Class of 1999.

And even though I wasn't part of that class, this song has stuck with me forever.

So today, I'm sharing it with the world.  (Or at least the 60-200+ of you that read this blog...)

The Sunscreen Song
Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be
it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by
scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable
than my own meandering
experience…I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not
understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and
recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before
you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you

Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing
bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that
never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm
on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing everyday that scares you


Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with
people who are reckless with yours.


Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes
you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with

Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you
succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.


Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your
life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they
wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year
olds I know still don’t.

Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.

Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe
you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky
chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t
congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your
choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s.

Enjoy your body,
use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people
think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever

Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.

Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for

Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the
people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you
should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and
lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you
knew when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live
in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.


Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will
philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize
that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were
noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund,
maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one
might run out.

Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will
look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who
supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of
fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the
ugly parts and recycling it for more than
it’s worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen…

Friday, July 27, 2012

Hannah Update (Vol. 6547896510)

Ladies & Gentlemen

(Ok - who are we kidding?  Thanks to my previous blog about shoes, I have officially ran off the few men that read this blog.)

We are officially halfway.

Hannah has made it six weeks.  Six lllllloooooonnnnnngggg weeks.

But she has been amazing.  Honestly, I couldn't ask for a better patient.

Today was her cast change "surgery."  (It's not technically surgery because they don't do any cutting on her, but it's in the OR under anesthesia...I'm not sure what else to call it.)

I was oh-so-thankful, because let's face it.  6 weeks in a cast that you are expected to never get wet (ahem! bathroom???) 

She stunk!

Love her heart, she stunk.

She was going to get her first full body bath in 6 weeks.  And an x-ray would be done of her hips to see how the progress was going.

Me and my lovely friend, Heather, took Hannah-Banana to the hospital ridiculously early this morning.  (Mr. DDA was watching Thing 1 & Thing 2.)

(I think the hospital staff thought Heather & I were a couple.  They asked me if I wanted my "partner" to come back with us.  Lol!)

We got a mixed bag of results. 

1)  Positive - Hannah's skin in all the areas that we couldn't clean, was holding up nicely. 
2)  Negative - Hannah's skin in her groin area was not so great.  But we can use medication on that.  (Just to defend myself - it literally happened overnight because everything was great when she went to bed.)
3)  Positive - Hips are still in their socket.  (THIS IS HUGE!  All of this would be for naught if they had slipped out.)  And we'd have to start all over.
4)  Negative - Hannah's hip joints are extremely shallow.  We are probably facing more surgery in 2 or so years.  (I'm not even wasting worrying effort on this.  Too much good in my life to worry about something 2 years away.)
5)  Positive - Hannah should be able to walk after her cast comes off.  This would be amazing if true.  Doctor firmly believes she won't need any physical therapy.  Whoop!  Whoop!
6)  Negative - Hannah will require leg braces - but only at night so I'd say it was a neutral.

Over all, I really am happy with the news. 

I can't ask for a better little girl.  She has just been so brave through all of this. 

Her daddy, Mr. DDA (lest the blue eyes give anyone any questions...), has been so helpful.  I'm so proud to call him mine. 

Our friends have been just beyond thoughtful.  The texts, the balloons, the time...  It's been hard trying to juggle who is keeping her what days.  We've had so many people volunteer to help with her.  I'm overwhelmed. 

As I go to bed tonight, I know I've still got a lot going on outside this house that I'm trying to sort through, but I am going to sleep tonight with such a grateful heart.

For all that I have been blessed with. 

For all that I have been given.

And for all of you.

Thank you all for your prayers and encouragement.  I'll leave you with a picture of our happy camper in her special carseat.  (Also, loaned from a friend - Thank you!)

Thursday, July 26, 2012

DDA Memorial Run

Most of you know, that I, Sarah DDA, have taken up the sport of running.

I say that lightly because I know true "runners" and they don't consider what I do as "running."

But back in April, we got a treadmill and I started using it.  And I got half decent at it.

Now, to appreciate this, you must understand that this girl didn't run...ever.

(I'm giving an emphatic pause here to let that sink it...)

Not in high school when I was a pretty good athlete.

Not my senior year when I weighed in at a whopping 98 pounds.

Not in college when I juggled a job, 20+ credit hours, playing softball and volleyball.


So when I worked up to 2 miles, I was downright proud of myself.

Then I blew out my knee.

♫ ♫ Da da dun. No fun.

Since then, I have had to start all over.

With a little motivation from my sister...

She even told me that for my 30th birthday she was going to pay my entrance fee into a 5k.  I didn't even know how many miles was in a 5k.

I do now though.

(By the way, sis, not much of a birthday gift...grumble, grumble.)

But since I won't embarrass myself, I've started "training" for my marathon. (I know it's not actually a marathon...but 3.1 miles IS a marathon for me. )

I had originally asked for these for my birthday...
I know; I know... Where am I ever going to wear these?

 But it looks like I'm gonna need these instead.
I guess they're ok...

Not nearly as pretty as the first shoe, but I'm not sure the "Romance Sandal" would do me much good during my 5k.

So, I think I've figured out how to have both. 

For my birthday, we're going to have a DDA Memorial Run.  (You don't have to be dead to have a memorial event.  What fun is that?)

You can all come; pay a $25 registration fee.  (I'm nice like that.)

And all the proceeds will go towards a wonderful charity that focuses on buying me my new shoes!

Well, I thought it was funny....

Grumble, grumble...

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Christmas in July!

Happy Christmas in July!
We celebrated today by listening to Bing Crosby and watching Mickey's Christmas Carol. 
Isn't this one of the BEST Christmas movies?
One year, my most amazing mother put up a small tree and we bought each other gifts from the Dollar Store.  It was a Wednesday night and our house was on the same road as our church.  Everyone who went to church that night saw our Christmas tree in the front window and thought we were crazy.
But all the kids at church thought it was awesome...and it was.
QVC had their Christmas in July this past weekend.  And I hardly got to watch any of it.  (Yes, we've talked about this before.  I'm a closet QVC shopper.  Rarely buy anything but makeup & skincare, but I may or may not know all the hosts names by heart...and even follow some of them on Facebook.)
I did manage to squeeze in the Christmas in July edition of In the Kitchen with David.  Wasn't much different than the regular ITKWD, but it did get me wondering and fretting.
Christmas is 5 months away.  5 stinking months away.
Normally at this time, my Christmas account is fully funded. 
Um...not this year.  Thanks to Murphy setting up camp in our house since January...our savings account is officially at $0.  ZERO!!!
Every year, they come out with a survery that says how much each family will spend on Christmas.  It's usually around $800.  I don't know about you, but I usually spend twice that much.  By the time I do my extended family, supplies, pictures, tree (a live, 9 footer), plus Santa -'s crazy. 
And it's not the money that makes it Christmas.  I know that.  Santa probably only spends about $100 on each kid.  Compared to a lot of our friends, that's pretty paltry.  (Not that I ever compare...)
I'm breaking out in cold sweats just thinking about it.
I'm considering asking Mr. DDA to work overtime again.  (We nixed it after we became debt-free.  We don't have much family time as it is.  I wasn't giving anymore of it to drunken college students on game days.)
If we don't figure out something soon, I might end up getting a second job.

Preferably NOT at a shoe store...

I honestly don't know how we're going to do it.  But since I will NOT put Christmas on a credit card, the money is going to have to come from somewhere.

So if you're like me, and you realize that Christmas is only 5 months away and you have $0 saved for it...

Expect an update from me on every 25th of the month from here on.  We'll do this together.  One dollar at a time. 

Wednesday, July 18, 2012


The other day someone asked me if I had written anything good on my blog lately…

No I haven’t…

I can’t seem to make a single, coherent thought lately.  Of course, it could be because Duffy is whining in my ear, which means that all things must cease until I finish my best soulful rendition of Warwick Avenue
And then I think about the British...and then their shoes...and I lose all sense of decorum. 

Back to the present.

My head is reeling.

(Like that?  I’ve been reading a lot lately and that’s a favorite phrase of the author.)

My sister convinced me to read Divergent. 

It’s kinda like The Hunger Games – just without the Hunger Games.  But if you enjoyed THG, you’d enjoy Divergent.  And although I loved Katniss, I couldn’t relate to her.  I couldn’t shoot a bow & arrow if my life depended on it.  If I was left in the wilderness for days, I maybe could survive a week without eating something poisonous.

But in Divergent, I found me - the girl who couldn’t be pigeon-holed into one type of virtue.  Candor (the honest), Abnegation (the selfless), Dauntless (the brave), Amity (the peaceful), and Erudite (the intelligent). 

I’m part Erudite - I’m pretty good at sniffing out the ending of things.  Movies, books, surprise parties.  I think the only time in my life I’ve been shocked was when I got engaged.  (The first time; not the second time.  Wait.  You guys didn’t know I was engaged twice?  Yep.  Long story.  Both were to Mr. DDA though.  I’ll share more on another day.)

Sometimes, I wonder if my brain turns off when I sleep.  I’m always figuring something or someone out.  Maybe that’s why I always wake up tired. 

If I hadn’t detested police work so much, I probably would have made a decent investigator.  But I would’ve had to go to the Feds…I couldn’t stand the politics of a small town department.  (What chain of command???)  My husband has the patience of a saint.  I would’ve been fired…oh, about day 3.  Plus, the hats are hideous.

I’m part Dauntless - My tax law professor begged me to go to law school.  The fact that I can usually tell when someone is lying (just call me Emma) coupled with the fact that I’ll argue with a camel if I know I’m right.  (I’ve argued with other farm animals and Democrats.  AHEM.) 

Come to think of it, I'm not sure I should be proud of this trait. 
I’m part Candor – I can be brutally honest.  I try be thoughtful and considerate, but I usually speak before I think.  But I'm working on it.

I’m a tiny little bit Amity – meaning if you catch me on a good day, in the morning, I’ll apologize for crimes I didn’t even know I’d committed...just try to keep the peace.  I kinda even see some Abnegation in that. 

(But actually, the author got that one wrong.  It’s called Southern.)

So, the next time someone calls me difficult.  I’m going to respond, “I’m not difficult.  I’m divergent.” 

Friday, July 6, 2012

A Letter to My Daddy


Today marks 22 years since we almost lost you. 

July 6, 1990 - I was a knobby-kneed, string bean, mousy haired, almost 8 year old little girl who loved her daddy more than anything in the entire world.  It was a beautiful summer day.  We were going to go to the pool.  But all that changed when my mom got the call that no wife, especially that of a police officer, wants to get.

You'd been shot in the line of duty.  You were hit in the neck.  And it didn't look good.  

There's a lot of that day that I don't remember, and a lot that I do. 

I remember going to Aunt Shirley's house and jumping on the trampoline for hours while you fought for your life on an operating table.

I remember finally getting to talk to you on the phone that night and my first question to you was, "Are you in Heaven?" 

I remember the doctor's saying you were a miracle.  The bullet rested on your carotid artery.  How you survived, they didn't know.

I remember the reporters at our little yellow house.  I remember seeing you on the news and in the paper.  I remember you getting awards and honors...meeting the governor. I remember them calling you a hero, and thinking how stupid they were if they just figured that'd always been my hero.

I remember you not being able to sleep.  I remember you fighting to get back to normal.  I remember you put the bullet in a paper weight because you were awesome like that. 

I remember saying to myself, "I will never marry a police officer."  (God has a sense of humor.)

Most of my life, when this "anniversary" rolls around, I would think about how my life would've been without you. 

You would've missed this:

You would've missed this:

Hannah's Birth

Eli's Birth
Morgan's Birth

You would've missed Eli's first Hokie football game:

You would've missed Morgan's first vacation:

Daddy, all these years I thought about all the things you would've missed.  

Then it dawned on me.  

These things would have never happened.  

Without you, there would be no Mr. DDA.  There would be no Eli, Morgan, & Hannah. 

My life, as I know it, simply would not be.  

My heart is overflowing with thankfulness today.  Because without you, there would be a giant hole there that no one could have filled.  So many cop kids don't get the chance I got - to appreciate what they have without losing it.  

I know I say it all the time, but Daddy, I love you with all my heart.  I could not ask for a better father, friend, Pawpaw, role model, mentor...  I never could've imagined what these 22 years would have brought. 

I'm so glad God let me keep you.

Monday, July 2, 2012

10 Things You Love About Me

Happy Monday everyone!

We’ve recently gotten an influx of UK readers…not exactly sure why, but “Hello, chaps.” 

(Just so you know, even though we revolted and all, I love the Queen.  Anyone who can kiss babies, christen boats, plant trees, and wave from a balcony that much deserves some serious props.  And Harry...LOVE Harry - hands down my favorite royal.  Can’t wait for the Olympics.)

Because of all these new global readers, I feel compelled to introduce myself.   

1.                  As we mentioned last week, I’m painfully sarcastic.  I’ve gotten better at checking myself over the years, but I can match wits with the best of them.  (And I’m very humble about it, obviously.)

2.                  I’m a genius with computers.  I was the original Geek Squad.  Mark Zuckerberg has nothing on me.  In fact, if I get any better with them, I may get thrown in jail.  (That last part is ironically true.) 
3.                  I taught Dave Ramsey everything he knows.  I’m kinda embarrassed about it; and I don’t like to name drop, but yeah.  I was his financial counselor back in the 70’s when he declared bankruptcy.  (I’m only 29…you do the math.)
4.                  I seriously love my job.  Especially after the latest SCOTUS ruling.  (See number 1.) 
5.                  I’m wicked with Pinterest and a sewing machine.  (True story:  I was an art major my first year of college.  I had this terrible, awful, no good painting teacher who made me never want to pick up a paintbrush again.  So I switched my major to the furthest thing from art – accounting.  And wa-lah; you get the genius formerly known as Sarah.)
6.                  Credit cards are my favorite thing ever.  I’m considering buying a new car on one.  They sent me a pretty blue one with only a 33% interest rate.  And if I spend $27,000 in the first year, they will send me a free sticky note pad.

7.                  I hate shoes.  Especially heels.  I could wear the same pair ugly tennis shoes the rest of my life.  (Again, see number 1.) 
8.                  I like mayonnaise on my hot dog.  That’s sadly true.  I can hear you all gagging. 
9.                  I turned down a recording contract to come work here.    My favorite quote of “I’d rather be naked in Times Square then sing in public.” is all just a cover up.  I never let anyone hear me sing because I don’t want them to feel bad about how terrible their voice is compared to mine.

10.              If my husband makes any more money, it’s going to flat out annoy me.  Police officers are just soooo overpaid these days.  I mean, all they do is pick on those poor innocent souls that only had “Two beers, Occifer.”  (Do I need to even say it?)

So, now that you’ve met me, you can decide if you actually want to continue reading this blog.  I highly recommend starting over at number 1.