Dreamin Sextuplets

Hello My Friend!  I know this is completly and ridiculously random, but I had the craziest dream last night.  I seemed to be in college and was at a party.  For some reason I brought my sextuplets with me…….did you hear me?  Yes, sextuplets haha!!! 

That’s not even the craziest part.  Next thing I know is that I “hear” my car being started up outside (I had parked really close to the house) and when I ran outside I realized that someone had STOLEN my car and my sextuplets.  Somehow I found out the house they were taken to.  When I went into this house the people found me and locked me in a room.  I only saw one of the sextuplets.  I managed to call 911, but had no idea where I was (not sure how I got there), so I couldn’t tell them where to go.  I also kind of remember the people being old, like grandparents and dressed in formal clothes (tuxes and dresses)–crazy, right?

Then a tongue was licking my face and I woke up.  I tried to tell Wrigs that I really needed to go back to sleep to find out what happens in my dream.  I couldn’t and was so annoyed.

What in the hey does that kind of dream mean????  Am I watching too many multiple shows…Jon and Kate Plus Eight, Table for 12, Raising Sextuplets, multiple birth shows on Discovery…ok, maybe that’s my answer–but what’s up with them being stolen and taken by dressed up grandparents?

Weird!!!!

Ten Sarah’s

Hello My Friend! 
So, I just got a huge chuckle out of a
picture an old classmate posted from
our high school graduation….

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Do you see me?
Yes, I think I have my eyes closed =)
Front and center in the back folks….

This picture is great because my high school graduating class was about 100 people.  Ten of us were named SARAH–yep, true, 10.  Here we all are!  Gotta love the big hair phase!!!  I loved me some hair spray.  I’m guessing we’re holding up our diplomas and not some “hello, my name is Sarah” sign..haha.

When people ask me why I’ve always been called by my last name since high school–this is why!  The teachers called us by our last names to make it easier, and it just stuck throughout college.  Then, most of us moved to Chicago together and it continued there too.  When I came to Florida it was really the first time I could remember being introduced as “Sarah” and actually being called by my first name.  It took me awhile to actually look at people when they said my name–I didn’t realize they were talking to me haha….

So that’s the story,
call me Kayser or Kays if ya want–
I’ve considered it my first name for most of my life
and I will definitely respond to you ASAP =)
It’s your choice peeps….

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