Share the Bloody Love

Halloween is one of my most favorite times of the year, and like any bad seed, I like to mess with people, although I prefer to work on more lingering effects than just good ol’ scare tactics. Sure you can make people jump but for how long? I would rather instill a fear and allow their imaginations to create the nightmare. I guess having a mind that is overactive just makes me want to share that joy – Bwahahaha.

For those of you who also like to play mind games here are some of my recipes for disaster to trick your guest before you treat them.

SET-UP: in the dim light set up a tasting table. Give some creepy story as to why they are testing (witches/mad scientist/apothecary/etc.) and let the fun begin.

THINGS TO TEST: Head to your local grocery story and start looking for unusual things and textures then give them names that make it sound unworthy to taste. Here are some of my personal favorites that I have used through the years. If you have some that you like, please let know what they are and how they were received.

Spider Eggs Sacs – yogurt covert raisins
Bat Lunges – smoked oysters
Rotten Teeth – hominy
Bone Chips – water chestnuts
Maggots – canned mini shrimp
Demon Eyes – lemon heads or wasabi peas
Toxic Zombie Brains – cream cheese/sour cream/wasabi/avocado
Chopped Rat Tails – black licorice
Mice Brains – craisins
Mermaid Tears – tonic water
Dust of Broken Hearts – cream of tarter
Troll Dandruff – colored coconut flakes

Ever Wanted to Know

Today it is one month since I started this blog – I’m impressed with myself for managing to post once a day and to you, my followers – for choosing to follow me. I am truly thankful.

I know that my focus is on the laughter side, but that does not mean that I have not struggled – I have lived through many dark and immobilizing days. As you can start to read about in my Medical History – the Early Years and Raging Twenties. I’m still working on my thirties – it doesn’t get any better. lol But I thought I would open up a Q& A. This is not just for me, but also my husband who has had to learn and cope along with me.

Please ask anything, but be polite and non-graphic as this blog is also open to youngsters. If I get enough questions, we will do a Live-Feed to answer them. If you have a question that you want to ask but not in front of everyone you can contact me personally in Contact Sarah

I’m looking forward to getting to meet you all and answer your questions about mental and physical health issues.

Medical History – Raging Twenties

I didn’t discover I was Bipolar till after I had my daughters, but the signs were all there and Dirk’s and my journey to discovery starting with us deciding to get married. At the time I was only nineteen, but he was twenty-one, and his mother was dead set against us getting married – I had my first emotional breakdown while listening to my future mother-in-law belittle me -refusing to let Dirk marry me. Luckily he didn’t listen to her. Up until two days before the wedding, she wasn’t coming.  She caused a lot of stress in our marriage till she died of cancer in 2000.

We learned I was pregnant with our first child soon after my second breast surgery and turning twenty, but at six months in I pulled the muscles that hold the womb (see I told you records are important – Hip incident) and was put on bed rest. I also had to use a sling for the last three months. My first daughter was born August 1994 – after pushing her way out – literally. She was willing and ready to greet the world, but my body would not go into hard labor, even with Pitocin they had a hard time regulating me, either I would shoot off like a skyrocket – with a tiny bit given – or would stop.

I developed a severe case of Bronchitis and Phenomena that lasted for four months and into the start of my next pregnancy. My health was poor throughout, and I still had problems with the muscles that hold the womb, having to wear the sling for the whole pregnancy. At three months I ripped the placenta away from the uterus wall and was confined to bed for the remainder of the pregnancy. My second daughter was born September 1996 after the same Pitocin ordeal. I was twenty-two years old.

Because of the emotional and physical stress of the pregnancy, I went into a depression which at the time they thought was post-pardon till after six months and off the meds I started to get worse than before – throwing things, hiding/running away. I was sent for psychological treatment, and that open the can of worms – Bipolar Disorder.

So now with being a new mother of two very active girls I had to start to learn, deal and manage my emotional problems, I had to handle an overbearing mother-in-law, who now wanted us to divorce. Medication was not enough as my physical health started to deteriorate quickly and my anxiety Continue reading


As mentioned in the 50 questions about me – I will now tell you the story behind my hate and fear of the movie Poltergeist.

When I was about 8, my granny was a night manager at one of the hotels in Moab and had an apartment behind the front desk so she could take care of things.

One cold winter’s night we had been snowed out of Castle Valley and ended up staying the night with her. It just so happened that this night they were playing Poltergeist on the TV and my mother was thrilled to get to see it. I, on the other hand, had never seen a scary movie.

Keep in mind that this is a long time ago with the old televisions – the kind that you roll around on cart, and have to change channels with a knob.

As the movie started out, I was okay, but I soon found myself in bed deep under the covers and begging for the channel to be changed. My mother only laughed and told me to stay under. Now I was forced to hear and let my imagination take control – I didn’t like that so I would peek out every so often to see if my thinking was close.

Sometimes it was better watching – sometimes my mind was easier to deal with, but I got through the movie and was glad to have my mother sleeping with that night since my mind was now taking what it imagined and what I saw and creating a whole new mess for me to try to sleep with.

Because my mother and I were in the main bed, my granny had a roll-away-bed that she was resting on that happen to be facing me and had the TV on one end- our feet end. Her bed was was up against the wall that the television was plug into it – keep this in mind, it will be important.

Now, my mother fell asleep quickly while I tried to think of happy thoughts and was able to drift off sometime before my granny came to bed but I woke up – the TV was on and guess what was playing?

I tried to wake my mother – which woke my granny who had just come to bed and was surprised to see the television on – since she didn’t turn it on. She turned it off, and we went back to sleep till I woke up to find it on again, playing Poltergeist.

I tried to wake my mother – which woke my granny – she changed the channel, turned off the TV and pulled off the knob, setting it on top. We went back to sleep till – it was playing that movie!

I tried to wake my mother – which woke my granny – this time she unplugged the thing and assured me that it would not happen again and we went back to sleep till – It Was Back On Playing Poltergeist!

At this point I am frantic – my mom won’t wake up – my granny is yelling too – the TV is unplugged and working – my mother finally starts to stir and just as she rolls over to see what the uproar is about the television turns off.

She didn’t believe the story we told her but thought it was funny when my granny rolled the TV out of the room.

I can still remember the scenes that were playing every time I woke up, and I would never let my children watch Poltergeist in my house – even though they watched plenty of other scary movies and my husband has never seen it.


Understanding Me

I am not quick witted. Hard to believe with my mind racing but that is part of the problem. You see my thoughts tend to be many and it’s difficult to pull a come back out when the conversation is moving. In fact, I can get very flustered when having a group discussion for a few reasons.

One – no matter how big or small the group is, when you add my thoughts to it, that’s a lot of noise to sort through. Even if having a serious discussion I can become overwhelmed. I have been known to tell my family to slow down and talk one at a time so that I can catch up. It’s more like so I can organize my ideas.

Two – I’m feeling left out. What, you’re asking. I want to be part of the conversation and when I can’t get my thoughts focused on the current topic, and I miss an opportunity to say something it’s – well it’s a lot of things. Needless to say, I’m blaming myself for not focusing hard enough, frustrated for not getting to make a good point and feeling left out since no one has even taken the time to ask me what I think.

Three – because of the first two I tend to be withdrawn, or when I start conversations, they tend to be more analytical. Most people don’t have the time to discuss, they would rather shoot the breeze and move on to the next subject. In today’s fast paced world I don’t seem to fit in.

Maybe that why I hate watching the news so much. I just can’t stand how they jump from one thing to the next with no emotional involvement. It seems soulless.