Grace et Louis

     Hey strumpets, and thanks for tuning into the third episode of the inevitable revival of the golden age musical that is my mothers family blog. If you'll check the sidebar, you'll see that i've updated the casting call. Most noteably since 2012 we have lost 4 intragal members of our family. RIP Gunner, Max, Maya, and Lucy. They have been missed. This leaves Brady as the last dog standing. He stands alone in the invasion of an alien from another tier of the animal kingdom. Louis the cat. 

    Yes, you read that right. The Linares family has a cat! Who could have fathomed this day? Well, the answer, hobblyhodes is me. In fact, it was I, who, one fateful afeternoon on the couth filled the application to adpot a kitty. It has always been a dream of mine to own a feline, and in a state of temporary frenzy created by being locked in my childhood home for 3 months to avoid the plague, I said "ENOUGH. today is the day." the actual adoption day ended up being like a month later, but you get the jist. anyway, without further ado here is Louis "the sun king" Linares.

    Yes, he does know how gorgeous he is. No, he is not looking to sign with a modeling agent right now. He's very young. We will reach out to you when we feel he has a better head on his shoulders.

    and thats it. those are the only things that actually changed from 2012!

........................kidding obviously. 

      But, since we're on the topic of animals I think it would be appropraiate to address the metamorphsis of one Grace Linares. Who, in my last post I named the current It girl of this blog. And while she still has mad main character energy (I mean my dudes take a look at the photo of her in the sidebar. its her world we're all just living it.) I want to set the record straight by outing her for what she truly is deep deep down. A horse girl. That's right folks the 10 year old wannabe vetranarain is an equestrain. After dumping gymnastics as a hobby (and my dream of getting an excuse to spend an absurd amount of money on the tickets to the 2024 Summer Olympics in Paris, France) she went back to her roots. Setting up obstacle courses for herself in the middle of the entryway and jumping over them like she's Flicka. Just kidding! (but she did do that. make no mistake.) Now, instead of pretending to be the horses, she rides them. 

       

 Somehow she manages to make it look not so bad. Very sophisticated. I mean, check out her posture in the second to last pic. Straight as a rod. I am coming to the conclusion that she might still be the moment. yikes. I mean make no mistake, she’s still a horse girl. 

  I’m sure you’re dying to see what she looks like when not dressing like a cavalryman, and you know what? I’ll give you that. 

 

 Giving me very much biker gang from a disney tv show. But I don't hate it? Sometimes a good layer is what you need. Plus i can't hate too much the shirt and pants were both mine at some point.

   That's all I have for you today my fiends. Don't want to overwhelm you with information. Plently of the lost decade to come. 

talk soon xoxo,

sarah L.

Happy 20th Sav!!

    Alright harlots, today's post is a special one. I was planning on something else for my second post on this newly reccesitated digital docuseries, but, to stay true to the spirit of the blog my mother birthed so many years ago, I must veer from the unbeaten path. Today there is a birthday in the family. And you know what that means! Lots of photos of said person (flattering or not) splattered across the front page of this publication. 

    Aaaaaannnndd we are opening strong with one of my personal favs. This is from two years ago I think? 2018? See what I love about this photo of Sav is that it truly shows off her most endearing quality. Her wit! Take that government! Consider yourself overthrown.

    Here, she's yelling at...me? Our family freind Shruti who's taking this photo? I'm not sure. But it looks like she's expressing herself loudly. Whats new! If you know sav, then you know that her volume can rival that of a every band on Warped Tour. Plus, the screams of all the emo teens whose parents bought them tickets in hopes their children would do something with thier time other than smoke cigarrates and pretened to know how to skateboard in the local Savers parking lot.

    Here, Savanknah is just Killing It. Who's the main character NOW Grace? Spolier it's the little lady in the middle. With those dimples? And the jean jacket half back hairstyle? Very much giving me "I'm the girl next door you belong with me" energy. (fun fact this pic is from my 20th birthday and i just thought it was funny that it made the cut for sav's 20th bday post) 

For this next one, lets throw it back a little. Smol sav. Here I am, thinkning that I'm the CEO of the bob haircut in my family. For TWO YEARS i rocked that $*&% thinking i was the one and only Linares girl who had dared to try the "rapunzal rapunzal let down your hair" look, and the "bob thats cute, but is one bad wardrobe choice away from looking like Farquad in shrek". And yet, here I am, sitting on my floor realizing that it is not I who first took the risk of resembling Edna from the incredibles with my haircut, but Savannah. And at-what? 3-4years old none the less?!!! She said "I know who I am, and I am the moment." Her confidence was unwavering, even when she was still in the sinigle digits. I believe the reason she wanted this hairstyle is so that she could look like Dora. (also isnt she so cute here i just wanna eat her up)

    I don't think I have anything funny to say about either of these. They speak for themselves. Second image has cursed vibes tho.

 

    Another thing you, my dear reader, were not here for was The Graduation. Don't feel bad because neither was I :/ Big bummer I know. But for some reason when I told my college they needed to stop holding classes because i had a graduation to attend, they said no. We did have a lot of unecessary snow days though. Just saying :) Despite missing this major life event I'm still so proud of this gal and eveything she accomplished in high school. See all those cords?? That means she did stuff. If you wanna know what stuff...stay tuned. What?! I'm not gonna give you all the meat in two posts. Did you think I would? Come on.  

    This day I remeber so specfically. It was the day before thanksgiving? (okay so maybe I don't know the date, but the day I remember.) 3/5 of the Linares siblings and thier famalies met in Virginia for the holiday. We went sightseeing in DC and had an overall fun time freezing our ears off. This trip was exra special to me for two reasons. I'll tell you one, & save the second for later. This little redevue reminded me of the times when I was really young. Grace, Savannah & I would rile each other up as a form of entertainment. You know the kind of weird fun you have with your siblinings thats makes you laugh so hard it can never be recreated somewhere else? It was like that. Savannah has always had a plentiful supply of that feeling. I can see where she has sprinkled it all across my life & this day it is everywhere. 

 In all seriousness, I never thought this day would come. I have an oddly specific memory of turning 16 and thinking "Wow. When I'm 22 Savannah will be 20 and in college. She won't be my kid sister anymore." Don't ask me why I was thinking that on my 16th birthday. I don't know. Guess I was just feeling old already. Anyway, point is that that day, that really weird unfathomable day has finally come. Girl is no longer a kid or even a teen, but instead she's like, a full fledged person. It feels like just yesterday we were playing down in the small clearing of trees and rocks by our gate, battling with twig swords, and making potions in the backyard. I feel like I can picture so clearly what she looked like at every stage of life, and I am just so grateful that I got to see it all. Thank GOD you were born Sav because, jeez, you really do spice up my life. You really aren't my kid sister anymore huh, you're just you. And what a beautiful person that is.

all my love and well wishes xoxo,

Sarah L.

The Comeback

     Hey whores, there’s a new sheriff in town. It’s your girl “Freaky Freshman” Sarah. But, sorry to inform you I’m not so freaky or a freshman anymore. ;) 

    This morning at work I googled myself to feel something. As you do. And upon googling myself I came across a lot of childhood photos that I didn’t know were accessible through the google images tab. Imagine my HORROR in learning that any Jo Shmo from the block could take a look at me aged 14 in my Christmas pajamas on my Mom’s old blog. Needless to say I felt vulnerable.

    Naturally, after re-discovering this digital shrine of my early 2000’s life I scrolled through it in full. That’s right Drew Barrymore wanna be’s, I read this whole &*$% thing. I exposed myself to the cringe inbetween phase of my life where your brain thinks you’re an adult, but on the outside it so evident you were practically born yesterday. The jog down memory lane was honestly lovely. (Particularly the lemonade party. I mean-iconic). I found myself longing for simpler times when my only concern was how ragged my hair had become from over straightening it.  However, after a full perusal I came to the conclusion that my image was just not as cool cash money as I thought it would be. Imagine the cacophony of  terror in my chest when I (through careful examination and the results of a rigorous survey taken by my coworkers) realized I was NOT the IT girl of this blog like I expected to be.  Nay, like I needed to be. To stroke my starving 20 something ego. The IT girl, the icon, the moment, the true legend of this family ( between 2009-12) was in fact: Grace Linares. 

    Shocking, I know. But look at the evidence:

2009-2012 Grace Linares was. The. Moment. The original IT girl. Someone to rival Serena Vanderwoodsen if you will. And, I will. She came to eat and left with a full stomach. 

    While I’m sure Grace would be perfectly happy to see this blog stay sedentary and let her reign as Miss Thang continue in perpetuity, I simply cannot let this happen. As they say: If you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor. I can no longer stay Swiss on this issue. I have to salvage my image that has been so carelessly dragged through the mud by one Heather “the fabulous mom” Linares. So, if you’ve been looking for the real real, the true lives of the Linares family since we last told you what we were up to, stick around. I look forward to updating anyone who still visits this medieval website with the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. 

Xoxo,

THE Linares girl