About

Feelin’ Groovy!

Let me tell you a lit­tle some­thing about myself. I grew up the youngest of eight kids. I took a lot of rib­bing to the point of cry­ing mainly because I think it amused my sib­lings. Butt-munches. They nick­named me Sarah Heart­burn as a result of my fits of tears. Their teas­ing induced tears, mind you. What that did was helped me develop a snarky, self-deprecating sense of humor. It’s all part of my endear­ing charm.

Along the way in between shar­ing my never end­ing weight loss endeav­ors and brag­ging about my son being a near per­fect human, I might share weird obser­va­tions and bring to light idio­syn­crasies you might oth­er­wise never have noticed. I call it tal­ent. You might call it annoy­ing. As long as you are enter­tained then my job here is done.

I talk about things you might find TMI (too much infor­ma­tion). I is who I is. I’m here. I’m straight. Get over it. Oh yeah, that reminds me. I am hedg­ing closer to 50 and sur­pris­ingly sin­gle. Right. I know. Pick your jaw up off the floor. Hard to believe a gem like me hasn’t been swooped up by prince charm­ing, eh?

Maris­sol­ogy is basi­cally my phi­los­o­phy on life. I thought about cre­at­ing my own reli­gion, but those sorts of things tend to end badly. You won’t be expected to drink my Kool-Aid. Just keep com­ing back and leave com­ments so I know you were here. All too often, I feel like I’m writ­ing for my own ben­e­fit. While it is cheap ther­apy, it’s kind of like talk­ing to your­self AND answering.

Please to enjoy.