Q

Sarah

still can't solve a Rubix Cube

drive a manual car

or whistle.

And, sometimes, she still can't win at her own game of Life.

She is lucky to have her bestie Quincey.

Q sticks by her.

Sarah hopes she does the same for her, too.

And even though Sarah can't accomplish her math test in under 3 hours,
or stop talking all morning or during lunch,

Q is there.

THE ENGINEER, NURSE, AND MUSICIAN

How do these three occupations support one another? Please read the following morbidly-true-story-conversation to find out how.

Future Engineer:
"I better go and study so I don't make a fatal error someday and blow up hundreds of people--like designing a jet engine out of magnesium. (magnesium is extremely flammable, people) HEY! I'll just send 'em to YOU! (referring to the Future Nurse below...)"






Future Nurse: 
"Well looking at my quiz scores today in my nursing classes...I'll probably end up killing all of the wounded passengers instead of saving their lives."











Future Musician: 
"And I'll play taps on my trumpet at the passengers' funeral. "








{Silence.}


Future Musician: No, seriously.  Please don't study.  I need job security.

ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS

is YOU!!
is my two front teeth!
or any other fill-in-the-blank line of a popular Christmas carol!

Just kidding.

Ok. For reals.  You know the drill.

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 Dear Santa, 


      I have been a good girl yadda yadda yadda...
Let's cut to the chase.

1. (see picture)

I want one.  

No. The ukulele, you fool.

          

     2. Red Boots.

...not these:

NO FUR! remember?

definitely not these:

But THESE:

A classy, yet worn, cowgirl approach would be alright

     3.  A light blue dress that I can twirl in. 

Preferably the one in the middle.  (As seen in 500 Days of Summer.)

That is all.

Love,

Sarah

P.S.  Q mentioned that I should put the boy down the street on the list, but that came as sort of an early Christmas present this weekend, so it doesn't count for one of my three wishes.  Just letting you know the rules on that sort of thing.  

SHAKE THE GLITTER OFF YOUR CLOTHES

Masquerade.
Paper faces on parade.


More like painted...

My talented mother is the designer of our disguises.
Props mom, props.

My fake eyelashes look like I am shooting FIRE out of my PUPILS.
MWUAHAHAHA

SO. MUCH. GLITTER.

I was gonna die.

I love sparkles. It was a little girl's dream come true.

I got sparkles on his costume.
He was good about it, considering it was probably a
major blow to his masculinity

 Yeah! You guessed right! The little boy from the Movie "Up".

Although, he wasn't allowed in the dance because he was a "hazard." (The balloons. Lame, I know.)

And I'm not gonna let him forget it, either. 

Hazard. Ha.

Notice he even has the trumpet attached to his backpack. Legit, huh?

Is that a real trumpet?
Yes.
Can he actually play it?
Yes.
Quite well, actually.

 AND notice the biblical scene in the background that, uh,  perfectly compliments our attire.

Ahh, only at BYU.

OOPS

Q and I are as close as they come.  We often get comments from strangers how we appear to be sisters.

Look what happened last sunday:

We didn't plan it.  Cross-my-fingers-hope-to-die-stick-a-needle-in-my-eye

AANND on Week #2 we didn't improve.  

Double whammy.

{I feel like we are posing for inmate (haha, we're ROOMmates) full-body-mug-shots. Guilty of some serious Fashion Crime}

Opinions? Sisters, no?

.666666667...(repeating)

Full birthdays
Half birthdays
Quarter birthdays.

 I take fraction birthdays very seriously.  Even the 2/3 birthday.

Which is TODAY.

{If there is a reason to celebrate, I will find it.}

My unbirthday at Tucanos

Q's mom decided she'd get funny

and make me dance on the tables

at Tucanos this weekend.

With a tambourine.

She told them it was my birthday

It wasn't.

But I did anyways

and got free ice cream

The end.

Moral of the story: Celebrate your fraction birthdays.

You've got at least 12 (that are easily justifiable)

and as many as 366 (on a leap year).

Oh, P.S. Happy REAL birthday to my dearest roommate Kim.  We are 2 years and 4 months apart. Exactly.

P.P.S. It is the-boy-next-door's missionary birthday.  He returned 2 years ago. See, isn't 27 is a good number?

GOING WHERE NO ONE DARES

Me, Q, and siblings BEHIND the caution tape.

Today was a day of firsts.

     First snowfall.
     First day in the JSB basement. {FYI no classrooms down there, folks. Whoops}
     First day in the math lab on campus.


Yes friends, it is true.  Sarah, in her right mind, studied in the math lab.

For the first time.

Ever.

Yeah.  I made it through both semesters of calculus without help.  But linear algebra...
Let's just say I struggle with any dimension > 2.
Especially 3-D.  I suck at 3-D.  Even though I live in it.

For instance: I ran into a pole the other day.  My depth perception was a little off. That doesn't happen in 2D....

THE HOUSE OF BLUES

This one's for you guys.



Once there was a blue house.  It was a lovely blue house, with giant sunflowers gracing the sides, that took out Spencer's side view mirrors every time he pulled out of the driveway.

This was a house of humor, a house of order, a house of kindess, a house of Music.  Rumor has it that one had to audition on an instrument to qualify for a room at the House of Blues.

Well, except for Braden.  His pre-med test scores were enough proof of his brilliant character.

However, along with the title of musician, an adjective often accompanies it--penniless.  (Again, obviously except Braden...)

So these fine men played for their food one fine Sunday evening....  And on to the story....

Marcus sleeping on his tuba during the car ride. I ♥ this picture 

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Memorable Moments 
at the McQueen's:
(Check out that alliteration! Spencer! I'm talking to YOU!)

Jory & Marcus playing with the toys in the corner of the living room before dinner started.

Spencer immediately inquiring about the alleged "chocolate stash" as soon as we arrived.

Marcus using the phrase "Acio blackberry jam!" at the dinner table.

Everyone referring to me as "Mom" and not "Sarah"

And just to slap on the title of "Mom"even more....Me wearing an apron as Spencer  was helping me with the dishes.

My grandpa rushing to the neighbor's house to increase the audience, because he was so pleased with the music

Braden doing an Irish jig to "Praise to the Man"

My 2 year old cousin sitting on Jordan's lap as Jordan played the drums

My grandmother's face lighting up with laughter.

Marcus's red face as he played the tuba.  "1, 5, 1, 5...."

Jory getting all of the cousins and neighborhood children (including teenagers) to do the actions to a klezmer version of the Primary song "Book of Mormon Stories"

Q telling me that she never graduated from primary because she flunked the actions to "Book of Mormon Stories"

Playing in the key of B flat.

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I'm so proud of my sons!

I raise you well.

Please come to dinner again sometime soon.

Next time, I'll bring my mandolin.

Your loving FHE Group Leader,

Sar-the-mother-bear.