Once elected "most likely to join the circus" by fellow peers, Miss Sara Sophia has always been a bit of a clown, hardly taking herself seriously.  Upon receiving her diploma she opted against university and instead flew to New York City (boy her wings were tired...yes, slapstick comedy really gets her going...knee slap, crackle, pop) where she nearly drown in the grey matter surrounding her (when you move to NYC or any other large city over a thousand miles away from your hometown at the tender age of eighteen make sure you are not deeply rooted in any serious relationship...otherwise, everything around you turns into said grey matter and the world seems to slip from grasp-- Just a warning.) Caught up in a fever of school applications, theater classes, serving too much food to too many cheap tourists in times square, attending the jewish community center's bi-weekly aerobics class, selling women makeovers on the street (she was only mauled with a purse twice), and maintaining her sanity in the city that never sleeps, she found herself bed-ridden and realized that big city life was not her cup of fair trade coffee.  Confused and bewildered she packed up what little she owned and has, in truth, been wandering ever since, if at times only in her mind...She strolled along the west coast, specifically northern California where she encouraged wee little girls to manifest their full potential as wild women in the woods, aka camp counselor in Redwoods, and for two years attended the University of Arizona, at times deeply enthralled in studies and proactive organizing and volunteering, while other occasions panicked and disgruntled by the institutional slavery that kept her gypsy soul grounded surrounded by four walls and a room full of kids, most of whom stared at the clock waiting for lecture to be finished. Invited to join Tucson's most wicked improv troupe, Not Burnt Out Just Unscrewed www.unscrewedcomedy.com, she mildly amused half-drunk handfuls of people accidentally wandering into the bar (she quit before the group really took off--she is quite familiar with preemptive desertion, in fact). Withdrawing from fall classes for the last time and forsaking her beloved bikram yoga, she caught a ride with a nice boy up to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan (for those of you unfamilar with YooperLand, check the map, it does exist), leaving behind a manic lifestyle in search of herself (insert tear drop here)...touching, eh? As all obligations to society have been severed, what better time to hop on the road with her soul sister, that infamous cousin Lanni Lantto, with high hopes of spreading wildflower seeds of a revolutionary magnitude.  Pick up a bouquet as we pass through your town...mmm, the radical scent of our deep divergence from our country's dangerous leaders smells delicious!

 

We thought it would only be fair to give equal credit to our competitor.  We feel extremely humbled next to this fine specimen of ambition and merit.  His accomplishments are quiet lengthy so put on your specticals.

 Daddy thank you for me being born rich!