Friday, October 18, 2013

The Rest of the Story: A Blog Post From My Mom

Preface:  In May, my mom and I ran the Famous Idaho Potato Half Marathon. After the race, I asked her to write a post about our running history together, and I should have known that it would have been more than just a running post—it was one of those heartwarming posts that I'll always look back on with a smile. Since we just ran another race together, the City of Trees Marathon, I thought I'd bring Mom back for another post. Enjoy.

Mom and Daughter Running Together

What do I write to add to a daughter who’s written about everything concerning our marathon? Here goes:

I’ve done marathons before—White Rock in Dallas, Boston, Cincinnati Flying Pig and now Boise’s City of Trees. It is almost a parallel to our life journey across the United States. There are moments and memories that really stick out. I’ll not ever forget the last 2 miles of Dallas as it was so brutal with the rain, cold and blisters. I won’t forget the exhilaration and feeling of accomplishment at the end of Boston which was the best moment of my life. The fun in training with a team for Cincinnati will always be remembered. The Boise City of Trees is like a combination of all of those. It had the absolute fun factor with all the planning and training with Annelise. It had the absolute pain of Dallas in those last 2 miles. And it had the incredible feeling of accomplishment of Boston since it has been 12 years since my last marathon.

My favorite part has been the memories with Annelise, all the little things. Laughing over my Disney tunes that I listen to. The people we see all the time that we've nicknamed on the greenbelt—Calvin (think underwear [showing on a guy] that we see each time), Tai Chi Man (get a life), Jalapeno Boxer Boys (can their shorts be shorter?). And the TALKING that we've done. We've talked about EVERYTHING—even the stories about chafing, blackened and missing toenails, bodily movements and blisters. Those are all major conversations on those long 18-20 mile runs! All you runners out there can sympathize.

We've been able to share so much over these past few months. We've packed a suitcase of memories that we can visit over and over again by looking over our journey in the collage of pictures. It certainly wasn’t easy. I certainly don’t want to run another marathon. But I will always cherish the time I spent with my daughter—my friend.

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Me & Icy Running: A Blog Post From My Mom

Preface: I look up to my mom more than anyone in the entire world. She's beautiful, she's fit, she's always the life of the party, and she's a wonderful story teller... so I asked her to tell her side (my side can be read here) of our running together. Also—Aunie is my nickname in Daniel's family—but in MY family, I have always gone by Icy. I couldn't say Annelise when I was younger, so Icy it was. Enjoy.

Mom and Daughter Running Together

Annelise asked me to write a guest blog for her about our race at the Idaho Potato Marathon.  I’ve not written a blog before so here goes......

First and foremost, we love to run together.  We train at the same pace.  We even run the same way meaning we look the same when we run.  Seriously!  This was our fifth half-marathon together and we plan to one day run a full marathon together.  I’ve run three of those and I know she can do it too.  She just needs to convince herself that she can do it!

Why do we do it?  We love the planning, the training, the commitment and the excuse to get new running gear (of course)!   We get together to plan for the races.  We train long runs on the weekends.  I have to give her most of the credit....She does all the searches for races and course mapping.  I just show up to encourage her along the way.  Sometimes she gets times her tummy doesn’t really want to run but I keep her going with that half step in front of her.  She’ll notice and scold me for speeding up but I know I’m keeping her on pace.  At the end she will always have that last kick.  We hold hands over the finish line to make that push together.

This was one of the best races for us.  Great weather, easy flat course running from Lucky Peak Dam into Boise, fun people and stellar outfits!  You’ve probably noticed our matching outfits in her previous blogs and Facebook posts.  She loves the BRIGHT stuff.  Anything neon is her favorite.  Last week while shopping I got there before her and picked out the capris I know she would love.  She did but they were just too funky for me.  We compromise with a lot of laughs while trying on the options!  We may sound like we make a big deal about the outfits and I guess we do.  That’s part of the fun of the event.  But we also run hard and pick the right gear to get the job done.  Just because it’s cute, doesn’t mean it doesn’t work!  There are times when we are out there and are dumbfounded by the inappropriate clothes people wear...ill-fitting, too tight, too sheer and mismatched (oh no).  AND it is entirely irritating when they pass us!  How can they pass us when they aren’t wearing good running clothes.  Really!  (I had to bring up the fashion side since what blog of Annelise’s doesn’t have fashion sense in it!)

Sometimes it is those that pass us that do amaze and sometimes inspire us. Not the elite runners because you expect that but those that surprise us.  The 75 year old man that runs stooped over or the first time runner that didn’t train.  I plan on running as long as I can and I would love to be an 80 year old still running in a race!  BTW, with my daughter along my side!

Finally, I want to bring up the bigger picture in all of this.  I don’t care what you choose to do with your child but just DO IT.  Don’t wait until you have more time or more money.  And make it meaningful and individual with them.  Something you both like to do.  It can be anything – garage sale together, go “real estating”, takes the dogs on walks, golf, frisbee golf, bicycle, play games, hike....  Don’t just go to a movie or eat out – we do that with everyone else.  If it is a meal, plan the recipes and cook it together or make a new dessert each week.  Our running is so much more than running.  It is our time to talk, share, dream and plan.  Don’t miss out on how much fun that can be and how close it can bring you together.  I don’t think there is anything Annelise can’t say to me (even if it might be TMI!).  So no matter who you are, be inspired to pick up the phone or go home tonight and grab that kid of yours and go for a run.  You’ll love it!


I love you, Mom. For anyone reading this—today more than ever—get out there and spend time with the ones you love... and then take the extra step—hold someone close to you today. Say a little prayer for a stranger. Lend a helping hand. You never know how far your touch can reach.

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

One Day, Two Days, Beauty Tip Wednesday

One day. You guys...
Daniel comes home in one day.
My heart is beating so fast!

Two days. You guys...
Yes to Carrots announces their winner in two days.
I don't think I've ever crossed my fingers harder.

Today. You guys...
Today you get to meet a lovely blogger named Caitlyn.
She lives in Idaho! Just like me!
She's cute, she's peppy, and she sure knows her beauty tips.
And since you know me and that I just finished my 365-day project,
you know I'm all about hair.
Therefore, I love this post. Just saying.
Read on & enjoy a giveaway from her below!


Hello Saucy Ladies! My name is Caitlyn and I am an Idaho blogger that blogs over at The Daily Post I love to post about all things,  my lack of fashion, my crazy country life and even some beauty. So hope you will stick around for today's post...

Beauty Tip Wednesday: Bargains Can Be Bad!

Alright, let's be honest here. We ALL love a bargain am I right? I know that a "good deal" can be the difference between my buying a product and not buying one. What can I say? I am thrifty! So I feel inclined to warn you. THIS BARGAIN IS BAD!! I recently found out, the one thing you never want to "go cheap on" is your shampoo and conditioner. Oh the horror I know! I have been using the cheapest/good smelling stuff you can get your hands on, and I will never again settle for cheap!

So lets get into the details. WHY! There are dangers of buying store shampoo and not some from a local hair store, or your hair lady, or as I would say "my hair boy" (shout out to you Britton aka my hair boy) So here we go, the list of bad, bad, and more bad. The truth is, store bought shampoo only cleans the surface of your hair, but does not help the strand itself. Shampoo is very important to your hair, because it nourishes it, and gets the oils off the surface.

Do you know what Sodium Lauryl Sulfate? Well if you do, you know how horrible it is, and will be surprised to know it is one of the main ingredients in the store bought shampoo.Sodium Lauryl Sulfate is used to clean things such as ENGINES. You heard me! The ingredients can also cause cancer, and infertility! I don't know about you, but I have not had kids and I need to hold on to every sacred egg I have. (seriously). The facts are, your hair is not just dead skin cells that hang around. Just like any other part of the body, you have to maintain it, and treat it right! So what do you do from here on out?

The minute (almost second) I heard the news, I made my way to the salon. You see my hair is falling out, no not from balding, not malnutrition, but because to my surprise, I have a sensitive head, and using the harsh stuff found in my shampoos is literally making my hair fall out! You see the oils naturally found on your head are cutting off my circulation to the hair itself, due to the cheap shampoo not getting the job done. Here is what I came out with...

If you are worried about price, DO NOT WORRY I was to! Here is some helpful news, for long hair (like mine) you should only be using about a nickel size of shampoo and conditioner. I do not know about you, but I use to fill my palm! (uh oh, bye bye money!) So less is more with the more expensive brand, and you are treating your body (eggs included) right. Cheers to happy healthy hair.

Personally, I use Nioxin (pictured above) It is fabulous for hair that is thin, or thinning and for hair that has been chemically treated a.k.a colored! I hardly use any and have noticed a huge difference in my hair. IT IS FABULOUS! I also have another little not so secret.

Biotin. It is a great vitamin that I take daily. It not only helps your hair but your nails and skin as well. Biotin, also known as vitamin H or coenzyme R and is necessary for cell growth, the production of fatty acids, and the metabolism of fats and amino acids. It plays a role in the citric acid cycle, which is the process by which biochemical energy is generated during aerobic respiration. Biotin not only assists in various metabolic reactions, but also helps to transfer carbon dioxide. It may also be helpful in maintaining a steady blood sugar level. I also use prenatal vitamins!

So whether you are trying to grow your hair long, keep your hair on your head, or just overall aim for better well-being of your hair I suggest making the switch! You will not regret it. I promise!!

So, what's the verdict?
I was surprised to learn a lot from her post,
and also surprised to know that I'm doing a couple things right,
like using the high-quality shampoo & conditioners and taking prenatal vitamins.
Check and double check.

And you guys, Caitlyn is so sweet—
she's giving away a package of the Nioxin shampoo and conditioner above!
Is she awesome or what?!

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

It's not just words on a page.

Photo: Taylor Love Studios ←Go "like" him & say hi from AS (brownie points if you do!)

I don't know what it is about this blogging community or
about the amazing people who come and read by blog everyday,
or about all of you who I don't consider "readers," but instead friends...
but let me just say thank you.

 I was blown away by your sincere, sweet, and heartfelt comments on yesterday's post.
On those days were I put out those posts that aren't always sunshine and rainbows,
and I really open myself up to the good and bad that may come,
without fail—you're there to support me.

I love blogging—it's an outlet. 
Like a journal.
But it's also a place for fellowship.
A place to minister, to listen, to share.
The love I felt yesterday is a feeling like no other.
Thank you for making my heart full.

 And now before I actually get teary,
how about a little something that will give you a little adventure this morning:
She's a high-school grammar teacher, and while we both love to write,
she's actually the epitome of a "saucy" girl.
She writes what she thinks—no filter.
And I really appreciate her for that.
So please, take a moment to relax and enjoy the Bonnie Sauce.

Why hello there.

The name is Bonnie Blackburn Larsen and writing nonsense is my game.  Sometimes I get in trouble for what I write, but that's just the way the cookie crumbles.  The husband's name is Greg and I've been told I would be a fool for letting the internet Gods know my husband's name because now they can steal our identities and invade our home, GASP!  Therefore, to protect us from cyber devils and because it seems somehow hip I have named him Hubs.  I pride myself on originality.

This is me in my very sexiest form.  I look like this about 0.0021% of my life.  Maybe less.

This is me in my ugliest form- dressed up as Voldemort for midnight Harry Potter premieres. 
I just felt like from the get go you needed to know me in my best and worst forms.  Just know that usually I am somewhere in the middle of those two extremities, but creeping over more into the Voldemort side, no doubt.

If you are still interested in me, (oh this sounds so romantic!) you have a couple of options from here.

Option #1: Continue reading this post on Aunie's blog where I will talk about risky writing and how somehow we have to write the stuff that is hard to write even though people might hate us for it, we must write it, dang it! 
Option #2: Visit my blog where you may read all my rambling to your heart's content.  You might wanna check out this post which will give you a very personal, loving tour of the blog and a guide to the greatest posts- the romantic ones about my Hub-a-dubs, the ones about teaching high school to bratty teenagers, and even the scandalous ones.
Option #3:  While at my blog, enter yesterday's giveaway- the absolutely biggest giveaway I have ever done in the blog's history!
Option #4:  All of the above

(Pick #4!  Pick #4)

Let's dive right in, shall we?

Lately I've been thinking a little about writing and the act of writing and what we write about and writing what scares us even though we are scared.

You with me?

These thoughts have been spurred on by this post that my blog buddy, Taylor wrote about the recent elections.

Now, I could have warned Taylor not to even touch politics on her blog.  I could have shouted from the hilltops that writing about politics or religion is pretty much asking to get run over by a bus full of mean blog commenters, but I didn't.  I let old Taylor find out by herself.

And did she ever!  Bloggers were a commenting, people were a ranting, and chicks were full on pulling out their pistols over the whole Romney/Obama debacle.

(VOCABULARY:  Debacle:  A complete collapse or failure.  Also one of my favorite words.  Try to use it in your regular speech and watch your life change before your very eyes.)

I was proud of Taylor when I read this.  I liked her post, and I liked the conversation that she had sparked.  Good writing should always spark conversation.

Taylor, however, seemed a bit alarmed.  People were demanding Taylor's head. To win her readers back over, Taylor dedicated  her next post to her "softer" side- trying desperately to convince internet meanies that she's not the crazy, sarcastic b%&#* that she pretends to be.

First off, I think people who post mean comments on blog are just straight up not good people.  What's the point?  If I don't like a book I don't take the time to write the author and tell him his book sucks.  I just don't read anything else he has written.  So why do blog commenters see it as their personal duty to notify any blogger the second they read something they don't like?

Secondly, I wanted to somehow sit down with Taylor in a coffee shop and tell her that what she was doing was spot on.  Of course I couldn't because I live in Utah and Taylor lives in Chicago and I don't drink coffee, but that's a whole different discussion, isn't it?  But what I wish I could somehow relate to her was that it was good if people disagreed and people said mean things.  Heck, it was even good if she lost followers over it. 

My theory is this:  You have to be willing to lose followers in order to really produce original, thought provoking writing.  You can't be afraid of the internet trolls, the mean commenters, the people who are going to disagree with everything you say.  You just have to realize that those people aren't who you're writing for and let them go find a nice blog where weekend recaps and Oh, so Pinteresting posts abound.

In May I sponsored a blogger who politey asked me three times to rewrite my post. My posts were too "controversial", "polarizing", and "inappropriate" for her blog. I had links to a post on birth control, a post about my students' threats to Justin Beiber, and of course, my favorite post describing my high school student who confused whores with horse.  The blogger stated that she didn't want her blog to be a place where these "kinds of things are hashed out." While I, of course, respected that blogger's wishes, I was also surprised and a bit saddened that she didn't want anything on her blog that could spark the least bit of controversy. Where was the fun? Where was the spark? Where was the risk?

In June I cried over a blog post. I had written a post admitting that I had parked in a handicapped stall to run in to the grocery store for five minutes.  I thought it would spark conversation, get some people to comment.   

Oh, I got that alright.  And a little bit more.  My readers tore into me.  They were merciless.  Wanted me dead.  The comments were fast and furious.  Some were posted anonymously, calling me a liar, classless, and rude.  One commenter even compared me to "bean paste." The post had only been up an hour, and already I couldn't take the heat.

I moseyed on in to the bedroom, where Hubs was dinking around on facebook, and with tears in my eyes I said to him, "You need to read the comments on the post I just put up. I think I went too far." We clicked on over to my blog and read through the comments together.

Hubs said nothing.

"I'm going to take it down," I said with a hint of panic in my voice. "People are crucifying me!"

Hubs kept reading in silence. Then he said, "I don't think you should take this down."

"Why not?" I was scared. And vulnerable. And was literally on the verge of tears. People hated what I had written.

"I think it's good. I mean, I don't think it's good that you parked handicapped. But I think this reaction is good. People who are going to stop reading your blog over this would stop reading within time anyway. You can't be afraid to post stuff like this. You can't be afraid of your readers."

And so, I kept it up. Not because I wanted to, but because I wanted to make Hubs proud and convince him that I was a strong girl even though heavens knows I'm not.

The next day I put on a brave face and lectured my readers via blog post: BE KIND, PEOPLE! IF YOU DON'T HAVE ANYTHING NICE TO SAY, DON'T SAY ANYTHING AT ALL.

And more people responded.

I had more hits to my blog in that two day period than any other time during the summer. I lost a few followers, but I gained many more.  And I had emails up the ying yang of people asking if they could sponsor me.

That wasn't the only time I was scared to post something I had written.

I was scared when I wrote about birth control laws in Utah.

I was scared when I wrote about farts. (Mostly scared of my mom, I admit.)

I was scared when I wrote about my religion. (Terrified is a better term.)

I was scared when I wrote about about gay marriage.

I was scared when I wrote about our culture's attitude toward breast feeding.

But guess what? ALL of these posts are in my top ten viewed posts of all time. They might have caused some readers to go, but they caused even more to come and stay.

Good writing does not succeed or fail based on its ability to please. Good writing succeeds or fails based on its ability to engage. And if I've got 66 people yelling at me for parking handicapped, well, by golly, I guess I engaged them.

Now come over to my blog and add your two cents!  Do you think bloggers should write about things that scare them or keep it to sweet, non-controversial posts?  Do you take risks with your writing?  What are your favorite type of blog posts?

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

what REAL SAUCE is made of

My friends Maggie & Berna aka "The Snout" and "Le Troll"

Back in January, when I changed my blog Simply Aunie to Aunie Sauce, I think I thought this little space was going to be a lot funnier, more sarcastic, and definitely a witty depiction of my daily life. I thought my blog was going to be a daily "Ha, Ha, Ha! I'm sooo funny!" and that I would impress you with lots of awesome photos like the ones above, which are—just so you know—quite awesome. In fact, it was just that until about March. March 18, to be exact. As soon as I made the commitment to change my heart and live life a different way, it's like this whole new person came out.

A person who cries often, because of the new love I feel for others. Not a sad crying person, but a heartfelt and thoughtful crying person. A person who writes on this blog to journal, to reflect, to take a moment to myself... not just so others can laugh along with my escapades. A person who isn't bothered by the old things (as much) that used to get me down: my trichotillomania (which is so minimal anymore), my high-stress issues, and my tendency to worry.

Sometimes I get so wrapped up in my little world, that I just need a break. That's when reading other blogs come in. One of my favorite daily reads is Erin's blog: Living in Yellow. Man, she can pick me up from any funk I'm in. I don't know how she stays funny all the time. Maybe it's the wine... and in that case, maybe I should have a glass once in a while. You can bet that if I was joining her for dinner (which I better be soon, missy), that I would definitely sip on a tasty glass of moscato or rosé (Erin, is that totally tacky? I'm a dessert wine fan for sure... none of that white or red garbage for me).

Anyway—I guess my point is that Erin is what real sauce is made of. She literally (and she won't deny it), is the sauciest mac-and-cheeser around. Seriously... read to the bottom. She loves the stuff. My version of sauce is like a sappy Nicolas Sparks novel compared to her Chelsea Handler-style autobiography. It actually makes me a little jelly. So, instead of mulling over the fact that her blog is way cooler (and saucier) than mine, how about I let her tell you for herself?
Well hey there you saucy fans.
My name is Erin and I blog over at Living In Yellow.
Now I know what you are thinking "guest posts suck"
Guess what? You are right. They do.
Which is why I am not going to write one.
You're welcome.
You know what this means don't you?
You must come to my blog. To read like a non-guest post or something.
I promise you'll laugh.
Or at least feel better about your own life.
See you soon baby cakes.
ps. I love macaroni and cheese. And Giuliana Rancic. That's all.


So... maybe all she told you was what I told you about her. That she likes mac and cheese? Yep. This is why she is my favorite.

And—because Erin loves you, she's giving away a medium ad space on her blog. I can't tell you how many times I've advertised with Erin (probably 8 out of the 11 months I've been blogging), and she is in my top referrals of all time. So... enter away. And then go read like 10 more of my archived posts and comment on them... just for kicks. You never know what you may find ♥

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Tuesday, September 4, 2012

The Story Behind Aunie... and Brie!

Well, it's the beginning of a new month and I'd like to say a big "HELLO" to all my new saucy friends!
If you're new (or even if you've been here a while),
I thought you may want to know where Aunie came from.
So here's the story!

I normally don't do nicknames. 
Ana? No. Lisa? No. 
But when I was 10, I met a girl who decided to call me Aunie (ah-nee), 
and as she was (and still is) my BFF, I let it slide. 
When I met my boyfriend's parents, they refused to use my real name. 
I was "Little Miss" and other nicknames until one day I admitted that I had a friend who called me Aunie.
They were smitten (with the nickname, of course), and I was officially "Aunie."

Now... every month, I have the pleasure of letting one lovely lady
take over my blog for the day.
Today, you get to meet Brie.
I'll let her do the talking, but let me just say...
Meet Brie. Say hi. Win stuff.


Hello to all of you saucy ladies!
I'm Brie. That's me up there posing awkwardly in downtown Phoenix.
I live in the beautiful state of Arizona.
And let's just set one thing straight...
I'm a Sun Devil (ASU), not a Wildcat (BOO! of A U of A).

I'm pretty excited to be here today because Aunie is just freakin' awesome.
I personally think if she were a flavor of sauce it would be something like Honey Hot because she's really sweet and little bit spicy. Mostly sweet.
I don't want to take up too much of your time, so I'll get right to it:

You can find me over at Sophistifunk where I blog about whatever my heart desires, but mostly things that I love.
This includes...
Family & Friends
P.S. My friends and I don't usually dress in sequin dresses and pleather leggings (see top right photo)...we were in Vegas, okay?!
A fluffy pup named Zoey
I consider her my child.
She's a papillon, in case you were wondering.
Fighting Cancer
You can learn more about that here.
And last, but certainly not least...
He's just some guy I like to make funny faces with.
Kidding, he's my boyfriend. And the best one at that.

That's all I've got for you Saucinators today.
And for putting up with me for the past few minutes, I'm giving away a couple cool things for one of you very lucky ladies....
Derng Pave Sideways Cross in Silver
$10 Target Gift Card

Good luck! 
And may the odds be ever in your favor.
P.S. Now come say hi!

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Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Go Ahead and Raise Your Hands

 Just so you know,
it's a beautiful Tuesday morning over here in Sauceville.
And as I'm looking around, 
I'm seeing a couple new neighbors.

I'm not sure if you're finding yourself among one of the newbies in the neighborhood,
but I'm here to welcome you.
So go ahead, raise your hands if you're new.
You can also say hello here.

And hey, maybe you haven't had a moment to catch up on my archives.
And that's OK.
Want to learn more about me?
Click here.
Want to meet some other new friends?
Come back each Friday and link up, "just because."

But in case you're not much of a reader, 
I'll just show you a little bit of what I'm about.

I have a really studly dude in my life.
His name is Daniel.
He is super.

I'm big into working out.
I do it... 5-6 days a week.
And a lot of the time, I like to instagram my workouts.
Which usually means I'm ready to be done at the gym for the day.

I looooove food.
Specifically anything containing cheese.
Mac-and-chese. Pizza. Pasta. Cheese.
All of those.
The beauty below is the Pesto Pizza from the famous Village Pizzeria in Langley, Washington.

And also, despite my general distaste for shopping,
I do like clothes.
I like mixing and matching outfits.
Putting together tons of different combinations with simple, basic pieces.
Style is a big thing on this blog.
Not big as in "good," but big as in common.
I guess.

So, now that we know each other
(you can also say hi in the comments),
I think I've had enough of talking about me.

I'd like you to meet my favorite little lady this month.
Tranae from Becoming Fabulous.
Let me just say this about Tranae.
Funny, fashionable, and a big heart.
Tranae has been on my Saucy Team since the beginning of Aunie Sauce.
I really appreciate her and her friendship.
Make sure to read to the end for a little surprise from our friend, Tranae!


Hi there, you saucy readers. I’m Tranae, a sweet Georgia peach with dreams of Becoming Fabulous. I’m almost there, the other times I fake it.


This week the hubs and I are celebrating our four-year anniversary of jumping the broom. 


And since Aunie was gracious enough to allow me to guest post on her blog, I thought I would seize this opportunity to share ways to keep from smacking (or getting smacked by) your significant other.


Now I know you may be thinking, what does she know? I have drawers older than four years. I get it…no one really wants to hear relationship advice. But I’m gonna tell you away. J And at the end, I’ll give you a little something just for reading.

So Here Goes…

~Keep it Fun
At least once a week, you should chase or play some type of joke on each other. Believe me nothing says I love you like having someone you love scaring the piss out of you.

~Shut Your Pie Hole While He/She is Driving
Did Mr. Gibbs tell Captain Jack Sparrow how to sail the Black Pearl? Did Scotty complain on how fast Captain Kirk flew the Enterprise? Did Neo tell Morpheus how to pilot the Nebuchadnezzar? No! Nothing is more annoying that side seat drivers… so shut it.

~Don’t Eat Gassy Foods Before Going to Bed
Nothing says mood kill like smelly farts so if you can avoid gassy food before bed, do it. In the event you can’t avoid ripping one, make sure your partner’s head is completely under the covers and when they pop from under the covers with that confused look on their face say…Got Ya!

~No Fondling While Blogging
Unless your blog pays 99.9% of your bills, this is not the time to multitask. Put the computer down, have your fun. I mean, would a 15 minute break really hurt?

~Learn To Bar Tend
There will be days when you feel like smacking your boo thang but don’t. On these days make yourself a couple of Long Island Ice Teas and curl up with your nearest 50 Shades books. After reading, your desire to smack will turn into a craving to be smacked. (Lame…I know. I should have stopped at number four but where is the fun in that?)

See… that wasn’t so bad. Be sure to stop by Becoming Fabulous and drop me a line. I’m desperately seeking new readers.

And just for sticking it out to the end of this post, I'm offering you the opportunity to win a $10 Starbucks gift card and the featured ad space on my blog for the month of September. Good luck and thanks guys.

Stay Fabulous Saucy!
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Tuesday, July 10, 2012

It was a play on words... now meet Elise!

Neclace: c/o Lisa Leonard

Yesterday, I may or may not have played a little joke on you. Actually, it really wasn't a joke at all. It was simply a play on words. But... if you're really happy for me (because of that play on words)... um... just go back and read the post again. And who knows, maybe you'll still be happy... that I survived the torrential river ride.

All I have to say is I didn't mean to make anyone's hearts skip a beat. Just wanted to see if you were awake. You still love me though, right? ♥

Don't worry. I don't have any crazy news today or any outlandish puns... but I do have a very sweet girl for you to meet. She's this month's Feature Sponsor... and she's just awesome. It's rare that a person can completely capture my heart (except for Daniel, of course)... but Elise totally has me hooked. She's living in Rwanda (you guys... Rwanda), serving the Lord, and helping children. It doesn't get any better than that.

So go ahead and grab a cup of tea/lemon water/or wine (in my blog buddy Erin's case), and enjoy little miss Elise! (read to the end for a surprise!)


Hey there fellow Aunie Sauce readers! 
My name is Elise Cooper and I blog over and Forever Changed.

I’m a pretty ordinary girl, I often refer to myself as Plain Jane
but despite that I believe I have an extraordinary purpose perfectly designed by God.

 So let me tell you a little bit about myself and overload you with pictures, 
because lets be honest, pictures make everything more enjoyable.

 I come from an amazing family that consists of a dad, mom, older sister, 
brother-in-law, and younger brother.

I have a best friend who without I would probably be lost.

 I have the sweetest dog in the world.

 I run, for fun (and enjoy a good a rhyme ever once in awhile).  

 I enjoy eating...

A lot...

And chocolate chip cookies are my weakness

 I love Christmas...

 More than any sane person should. 

 And at the rip old age of 21 I have a bucket list that I take pretty seriously.
Some of my latest accomplishments consist of parasailing

 Completing a Mud Run

And a Sprint Triathlon 

 Taking a carriage ride through central park

 Going skydiving

 Bungee jumping

 And white water rafting in class 5 rapids 

And moving to Rwanda Africa to work in an orphanage.

 December 27th 2011 I went on my first mission’s trip to Rwanda and Ethiopia.

 On New Years Eve we visited an orphanage called Noel with close to six hundred children 
with only eighty nannies to care for them.

 New Years Day I made my decision to move to Rwanda and four months later I did just that.

 I have now been in Rwanda for almost two months.

 These two months have been filled with smiles, laughter, new friendships, new adventures

 As well as tears, frustration, anger, confusion and questioning

 But I wouldn’t trade these two months for anything in the world 
because this is where God has called me to serve

and no matter the circumstance or consequences I will always seek to be obedient 
and follow Him wherever He asks.

Forever Changed is my way of documenting this crazy journey that is my life. 
If you are interested in joining me on this adventure head on over to my blog,
 I would love to have you!  
You can find me:
 @ my blog here 
@ my facebook here
@ my twitter here
@ my instagram here
or @ No.41's facebook here or site here

Oh, but before I go I think I should do a giveaway since ya'll are so awesome. 

No.41 provides skills, training and sustainable income to orphaned young women in Gisenyi, Rwanda as they get on their feet and transition to independence. The proceeds from their bags and beads will also fund a school-feeding program for secondary school students in the area. 
And conveniently is run out of my house and founded by my roommate Tara Clapper. 
So today I would like to offer you a chance to win a beautiful bag made by one of the amazing 31 women that are currently employed by No.41. 

To enter:
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