Sarah Paré (or SP, or simply Paré, if you’re in the know and you understand the goddamn accent) is a 25-year old, loudmouthed, blogging, beer-drinking Wisconsin girl. She has been called a firecracker, a ball-buster, and a sweet talker but is pretty sure none of those terms actually apply.
She lives in a small town (by choice this time) in the greatest state in the Union with her Marine boyfriend, her black cat, and her books. She has a job that pays the bills and another job that will (fingers crossed) make her dreams come true, give her moisturized skin for the rest of her natural-born days, and pay for booze on a weekly basis for a long time to come.
It is a great and blessed life, but SP still has problems. For every line of conversation she has with someone else, she has sixteen with herself. So she writes.
Here at The Almost Royal (TAR), there is an almost 100% guarantee that SP will divulge information that will humiliate her, make her look unprofessional, and piss people off - because she has not yet figured out how to be a grown up without being a stupid one.
SP is also the proud author of Fuck Yes, Please: A Potty-Mouth’s Guide to Bein’ a Lady (*Miss Manners’ approved) and is working on another (as yet untitled) book on ways to overcome a vast array of inappropriate things both said and done, though she actually has no experience in that field whatsoever.
There is nothing to be gained from reading The Almost Royal - the Management will admit to that right here, right now (and prefers to, actually). Nonetheless, Sarah thanks you from the bottom of her charred, blackened heart for stopping by.
Wanna holler at The Almost Royal or help a girl look busy/stay sane at hellish Day Job? Do so.
Write to sarah dot pare at gmail dot com
March 14, 2008 at 12:17 pm
Hey I read your latest post “Afterthoughts” and I thought maybe you needed some real encouragement. Get away from the shallowness for a bit. Be real. Its OK to hurt and be sad, and feel screwed up. Its OK to feel near panic, and anxious.
Just wanted to share with you that you’re not alone and there are people that care about you. The real you. (Yes, I realize that might sound creepy, but I’m not sure how else to put it)
So anyway, you’re in my prayers and thoughts and I hope things turn around for you.
(Psalm 42 - Note verse 11)
Psa 42:1 As the deer pants for the water brooks, So my soul pants for You, O God.
Psa 42:2 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God; When shall I come and appear before God?
Psa 42:3 My tears have been my food day and night, While {they} say to me all day long, “Where is your God?”
Psa 42:4 These things I remember and I pour out my soul within me. For I used to go along with the throng {and} lead them in procession to the house of God, With the voice of joy and thanksgiving, a multitude keeping festival.
Psa 42:5 Why are you in despair, O my soul? And {why} have you become disturbed within me? Hope in God, for I shall again praise Him {For} the help of His presence.
Psa 42:6 O my God, my soul is in despair within me; Therefore I remember You from the land of the Jordan And the peaks of Hermon, from Mount Mizar.
Psa 42:7 Deep calls to deep at the sound of Your waterfalls; All Your breakers and Your waves have rolled over me.
Psa 42:8 The LORD will command His lovingkindness in the daytime; And His song will be with me in the night, A prayer to the God of my life.
Psa 42:9 I will say to God my rock, “Why have You forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?”
Psa 42:10 As a shattering of my bones, my adversaries revile me, While they say to me all day long, “Where is your God?”
Psa 42:11 Why are you in despair, O my soul? And why have you become disturbed within me? Hope in God, for I shall yet praise Him, The help of my countenance and my God.
In Christ,
Chris
P.S. I had also left a comment on your “Sarah said so page”
March 25, 2008 at 10:09 am
Love it.
March 26, 2008 at 8:46 am
A suggested title for the new book: “Musta Bin Drunk”
April 17, 2008 at 6:10 pm
I stole a part of this for my “About” page. I hope that’s okay. I totes for sure give you the credit.
If not, please kick my ass.