the beginning...

so...for years my friends have said "you should write a book" and "i don't know why you don't blog"...and after nearly three years of working on a book that never seems to end, as every time i think i'm done, something else happens in my life, i'm taking the easy way out! hopefully this will catch a following and then who knows what i'll be forced to do :)

first, i don't capitalize. second, i write how i speak, and people seem to like it that way. third, i am super picky about grammar and spelling, but i spell how i want to half the time. fourth, pink. enough said.

there's no real starting point...my entire life is better than cable. but as for background, i'm the oldest of three and the only girl. i suppose i should mention i'm adopted, and i've known since i can remember. i have two children-a product of my union with satan. the older of the two, my daughter, is diagnosed bipolar, ocd and spd. this makes for great comedy as well as absolute frustration, sometimes within five minutes of eachother. the younger, my son, is in that stage where he says the strangest things, and that fits in just fine here. he also chooses to rarely wear clothes, which is becoming a bit of a challenge. there's also two cats in this portable circus, we call them the fuzzy bitches.

be forewarned...i have razor sharp wit and a tongue to match. everything that you'll read here is true without embelishment. in my house, we make fun of mental health...we have to or we'd cry, and we do our share of that too. i've always spoke my mind and it gets me into trouble sometimes. but you'll find i have this ridiculously large heart that gets in the way sometimes. and a touch of crazy to go with it all.

oh, the name "surviving sarah"...? when i met my birth mother (MUCH more on that later), she said she'd named me sarah ('with an 'h') in utero, and as she originally went to a doctor to have me aborted, i always imagined that i survived being sarah. and continue to do so every day.

and so it begins...