Moments with Mom

The gorgeous Holland Center in Omaha.

Well, at the start of the New Year I made a few resolutions, as we all do. Now, I intend to keep most of them and taking some time to myself each day to update my friends and family and Internet fans...just kidding, kind of...you know you're out there...about my daily life is something that I hope I can keep up on. I'm good on the spinning regimen and the half marathon training is in full swing, so fingers crossed that I spare a measley 5 minutes to share Sarah's Sunshine. Oh, about that...my friends and coworkers call me Sunshine. I rather like it. So feel free to join in the party and spread the rays. disclaimer: SPF not included.

I have to admit, the people I surround myself with are some of the most fun-loving, hilarious and magnificent people I know. They inspire me everyday and I feel loved, appreciated and completely myself when I am with them. It is also because of them that I get such great abdominal workouts. No, we don't always p90x it out with one another, well, occasionally we do *cough* Ash *cough* but I belly laugh harder than I ever thought was possible and totally blame them for my trim waistline :)

You'll get to hear a lot of fun stories all over this darn blog. But lets start with someone who has been there since the beginning. Literally. I want to start with a story of the woman who birthed me. She's fantastic, so listen up.

Moments with Mom:
Ok, y'all my mom is basically one of the cutest moms out there. She was once described by my sweet southern grandma as "Susan. You know, the little one." What!? Who describes their own daughter as a "little one"? Oh man, this is just the beginning. PS - my grandma also really wants me to pop out babies even though I'm not married...or dating...take note boys, I'm single!...and insists that if I pick the guy it is not considered getting "knocked up." This was also all discussed over a plate of biscuits and gravy and grits. What the what!? Love you, Mammaw.

Ok, on with the Little One. She is a coffee snob. This is the truth people, and she wouldn't argue with me or take offense, it's the God honest truth! The local Starbucks baristas know her exact order and it is dubbed, The Susan. I once went in to get her a surprise treat and tried to say her order and then after I said, oh it's for my mom, Susan, they replied, oh your mom is Susan? We've got this. Talk about making it big time, Hollywood!!

This weekend, LO (Little One) and I had a mom daughter date to the symphony and decided to stop at the new bar inside for a drink before the show. *Remember, this was a bar inside the symphony* I was driving and LO gets loopy after one, so we decided lattes all around. Well, the cute little bar man did not know his way around an espresso machine #unfortunate and was pretty confused when we asked for a latte with Irish cream. I'm no barista, but brewing espresso, frothing milk and pouring in some syrup seems like fairly standard protocol. So the drinks come over and mine is pretty tasty! It's no Philz of San Francisco but my taste buds were quite delighted. LO on the other hand, gave me this disappointed and uppity, snooty look and said, ugh, this is not my usual.

Let me tell you, I have been here before with her antics and I knew where this was headed. My response, "Mother! We are at the symphony, do not cause a scene! This is a bar not a coffee house and you cannot expect perfection. It's like ordering steak at a chain Italian restaurant, don't expect greatness." (By the way, we live in cattle heaven and my brother works for Omaha Steaks #spoiled) So, she stuck out her bottom lip and soldiered on. What a little trooper.

But the best part of this whole thing...the cute little bar man who made the lattes apparently thought that you could split the frothy drink just as you would a mixed drink. In other words, half in one cup and half in the other. Turns out, I got the latte half and LO got the milk and foam only half! Bahahaha! You guys! We just burst out laughing when this was discovered and giggled more than any good school girl with pig-tails and her shirt tied up should. (Sorry, early B.Spears reference, I hope you're all old enough to remember that classic video, long live TRL!) I insisted that she not send back her "imperfect" latte and suck it up and drink it when she legitimately had a reason to be a tad disappointed. What a hoot.

Mark it down in the adventures with Susan, The Little One. Love you, mom!!