why, thank you, i needed that...

so i know that a proper lady sends thank you cards. i have ranted about the lack of proper ladies lately. i know that you don't look a gift horse in the mouth. i know that you fake love the ugly socks in your stocking. i know this cause i was raised right. but i've always wondered if there was a limit to how much faking you could do when the gift was just so shocking that your brain didn't have time to fake and could only go "good golly what the poo?"
this happened to me recently. i got a box of books delivered to me at work. used books that an older man's daughter had used but no longer needed. books he thought he would pass along to me just in case i could use them...for the youth or something. upon closer inspection of the items i wondered...were these really intended for my 14 year olds??

now, like i said, i know how to respond to any gift. people bring me old food, notepads and pens they've stolen from doctor's offices, rocks, socks, and coin purses. for real, work in a church and you too can be showered with gifts from the elderly. but, never in all of my days have i gotten books about how to land a man. this is for sure the best gift i've ever gotten because by george not only is it thoughtful...it's so useful!
i have often wondered why people assume that i would never choose my single life. people seem to think that it must be the result of something bad i've done in a previous life, or that i am secretly a nun, or that i have such low self-esteem that i couldn't possibly be in a productive relationship. well, folks, let me address these completely logical trains of thought.
1. i like being single.
now, do i intend to be single sara forever, no. but, right now it works and i don't intend to force a change.
2. i don't believe in past lives...thus i can not possibly be punnished for one.
3. i think i am pretty freaking great. i am smart, employeed, clean, crafty, financially stable, a wee bit witty, and juggling all these sweet traits with a non-offensive demeanor. i call that winning...not death by solitude.
4. i do like nuns a lot. i do not intend to be one. the shoes are terrible.
so all that said i would like to say that while the books were so terribly kind (i know it would make my life easier if i had a big strong man around the house to kill bugs, open jars, and reach the top shelf) please do not assume a fundamental part of my life is missing because i am able to manage perfectly with a one car garage. please do not assume that i am broken hearted and sad because i have to rsvp 1 to special events. please do not be nervous on my behalf that my biological clock may explode before i ever start trying to make babies. please don't worry about my house being invaded by woman eating insects, i pay a bug guy. and please, know that i can open my own jars...i have a gripper thing that has never let me down.
so here's to the single ladies who fight off set-ups like it's their full-time job. here's to the single ladies who mow their own yards (i don't but i know some of you do). here's to the single ladies who have managed to find meaning in their pitiful, lonely, unnatural lives. and here's to all the people who think we would give our right arm to change it all...oops. you're bad.

"age is a very high price to pay for maturity"

i stopped getting older a couple of years ago. it really was a great idea to just stop at 25 and celebrate anniversaries of that date from then on. there are a few reasons it was an awesome idea.
one is it makes gift giving easier...there is an anniversary gift list (see the link below) that leaves nothing to question:
http://www.findgift.com/Anniversary-Table/
i am (like Rod Stewart, Mel Gibson, and Alphaville) forever young.
i will always have an excuse for a quarter-life crisis.
i have an excuse for watching Zac Efrom movies til I'm grey headed (i mean i'm only 25).

Really this is all just a long drawn out way of saying it's scary. thinking about getting this close to my 5 year anniversary (or 30 AHHH) is terrifying. i don't handle aging well. my knees crack, my back hurts if i don't sleep enough, i have to wear reading glasses, i have to pee everyday at 3 a.m., and then i wake up with the chickens. i am glad i'm not 15 anymore but gee whiz. all this wisdom and junk i'm supposed to be gaining is getting close to being outweighed by my vitamin cabinet.

so here's to birthdays. they can kiss my age.