tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82074827775205840442024-03-15T18:09:19.221-07:00If it's a severed head, I'm gonna be very upset.Sydney Beameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18420095289371074818noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8207482777520584044.post-89970662640823744172013-01-30T11:17:00.005-08:002013-01-30T11:17:54.845-08:00I HATE GOLD'S GYM!!!!!So, some of you might have seen Kelly Corless's post about how Gold's Gym is screwing her over, but unfortunately I am in the same position (except that Kelly has cancer and I have asthma- hers is WAY WORSE).<br />
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Kelly and I have been friends for 20 years, since we were wee little babies. We are roommates and have helped each other through a lot of difficult things. We even have similar issues. She has thyroid cancer and I have hypothyroidism with a touch of an auto-immune disease- Hashimotos (I don't think that you can actually have just a touch of an auto-immune disease. I HAVE an auto-immune disease), but on top of that I have really bad asthma. <br />
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The doctors believe that I have always had exercise enduced asthma since I was a child which has always made exercising for me SO. VERY. DIFFICULT. But then, while living in Salt Lake a few years ago, I moved into a house that had <strong>black freaking mold</strong>. I lived there for 2 years without knowing it until everyone that I lived with starting have respiratory problems. So, I moved out of there and I started having these spells where I could breathe. I would be sitting on my bed and I would have to take very long deep breaths to keep myself breathing. I spoke to Kelly about it and she said to go to the doctor (smart girl). I called my normal doctor, they panicked and got me into the very first doctor that had an open appointment that day. I met with him, he gave me inhalers and whatnot. It didn't help. So then I was sent to the pulmologist. New inhalers. Nothing. Then to the ear nose throat doctor. No change. Then to an allergist (I am allergic to fall weeds and cats-there goes my future of being a cat lady). Nothing. I had a CT scan of my sinuses. Multiple X-Rays of my lungs. A Holter monitor on my heart. An echo-cardiogram. A sleep study (to the tune of $1044 <strong>AFTER</strong> insurance). Allergy tests. So much blood was drawn that I might be anemic now. <strong>SIX ROUNDS OF STEROIDS. </strong>Coutnless perscription drugs to the tune of hundreds of dollars. And THEN a horriffic allergic reaction to this fun cocktail of medications that led to <strong>ANOTHER ROUND OF STEROIDS. </strong>Anyway, after all of this, they say that I am fine and that it is just really bad asthma.<br />
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I began to feel better in August and after so very many rounds of steroids (my biceps were huge and I won the tour de France) my asthma was under control. Kelly had signed up with Gold's Gym and had started with a trainer that she really liked. Gold's had advertised that it was a month to month contract and so I went in. I signed up, free training session, totally fun. They then said that Kelly and I could train together and it would be "cheaper." Lies. I told them about my asthma and the issues and just like Kelly they said they "would work with me." We even talked about Kelly and her cancer and he said "we'll totally work with you." LIES! So, like an idiot. I signed the contract under the impression that I pay for what I use and they don't take out your money unless you have used all of your other sessions. <br />
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So, fastforward Nov/Dec and the air quality is HORRIFIC. I can't breathe again- just like last year. I go to my pulmonologist and he doubles my steriod inhaler and wants to put me back on steroids, but I can't take anymore chest hair (total jest. No chest hair, but I just feel all of this unnecessary RAGE specificly towards Gold's, oh wait. It is necessary.) so we just try to see if that will work. I am also using my rescue inhaler all the time. I absolutely CANNOT work out at this point in time. So, Kelly and I are chatting and I started calling Gold's to figure this out. I speak to my gym specifically. They direct me to the corporate office. I call them. Nothing. I call them. Nothing. I call them. Nothing. No one will return my call. I then talk to Kelly post surgery and she tells me her whole experience. So, we pull out our contracts and start pouring over them. I feel so duped. I feel like everything I told was not true. I asked lots of questions and I was told and reassured that it was above board. Which it is not. Obviously. So stupid. On top of everything, due to last year's very expensive medical costs (literally thousands of dollars) and 2 horrible car accidents (a whole other topic), I am broke. I work so very hard. I try to be financially responsible, but things happen and I have only been working for a little over a year post graduating (and a 6 month stint with unemployment) and I can't catch up. Kelly and I are trying to sell our contracts, but apparently everyone else knows about Gold's and I had no idea. <br />
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And to make things worse. My Mumford and Sons pandora station won't stop playing Coldplay. I hate today. And then Kelly showed me this <a href="http://www.ksl.com/?sid=23902679&nid=148&title=gym-memberships-what-to-check-before-signing-contract&s_cid=queue-2" target="_blank">KSL report</a> this morning. So, let this be a lesson to all of you.Sydney Beameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18420095289371074818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8207482777520584044.post-14171793316687069172012-09-11T13:28:00.000-07:002012-09-11T13:36:25.742-07:00Emotionally checked out....Wat up, blogosphere...?!? Are you ready? Ok, I don't have a purpose for today's post outside of the fact that I am avoiding doing my job at the moment. It has been a couple of crappy weeks at work, therefore I am sitting in my office blog stalking and eating takis. What is a taki, you ask? Well, I work with a bunch of white kids that think they are cholas so they introduced me to this Mexican chip that are spicy, delicious, and have a slight hint of ramen. I checked- they have MSG. All the good crappy food has it. Hence the ramen flavor. <br />
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Wanna hear about how I am single? I think that there are 2 types of blogs in this world. People showing off their happy marriage and children and single girls whining about how they are single. This is the latter. I'm single. whine. I have to go on fabulous trips instead of wiping snotty noses. This weekend I'm going to NYC. It is the worst. Next month I have to take 2 weeks off work to go to Dublin and England. Pitty me. I have to sleep in a big bed all by myself and no one ever leaves my toilet seat up (Actually, I have PTSD about toilets and the male gender. My lil' bro' had his own bathroom growing up and the stench of urine was UNBEARABLE!!! I am afraid that all men pee everywhere. I need therapy) or make me watch them play video games. My life is tough!</div>
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.........I could really use a good makeout though. So, I will work on flirting with some gentlemen callers so that I can get some sweet loving and then perhaps be more emotionally available to solve the worlds' problems. And yes, I do know that I pluralized world. I am taking this out of this universe. NASA has done some good stuff on Mars, right? PS In Vegas we came up with alter egos and my friend's was that she worked for NASA. One guy was really interested in an internship. She told him to email her at <a href="mailto:janet@nasa.com">janet@nasa.com</a>. Good ol' drunks are so gullable. I still laugh at this. </div>
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Sydney Beameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18420095289371074818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8207482777520584044.post-39141739541182135252012-07-18T15:35:00.003-07:002012-07-18T15:35:44.364-07:00I have a PROBLEM.....For a living, I help people overcome their problems. I am rational. I am objective. I talk out issues and work towards a solution. But for some inexplicable reason, I cannot find a solution to this problem. I <strong><em><u>LOVE</u></em></strong> Chris Hemsworth, aka Thor. I love him. I love him. I love him. I really think that I like him more than any boyfriend I have ever had. That is a very sad statement for two reasons: it's a sad commentary on my emotional availability to men around me and the crappy men that I have dated. Eh. Not too stressed about that. <br />
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I saw the Avengers. I made Jan and Vaughn take me after work one day because everyone else in the world had seen in (it was like 2 weeks after it opened). I sat and watched the beginning and kept bugging Jan (who hates action movies but might share a love of Chris with me, therefore, she came) that he wasn't on the screen. I was not just every once and a while during the movie but incessently and obnoxiously. Every two minutes "Jan, where is my boyfriend??" "Jan, I love him. Where is he?" "Jan, this movie is crap. I <strong>NEED </strong>some Thor." "Jan, there he <strong><em><u>IS</u></em></strong>! I <em>loorve</em> this movie! This is the <strong><em>beeeeeessssssssstttt </em></strong>movie I have ever SEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNN!" <br />
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Now, with the coming out of this movie, I perhaps maybe sort of kind of might have recorded on my DVR (heavens bless the DVR. How did we SURVIVE life without a DVR??!?) every single instance when he was TV. There might be a few still on there.....and I might have watched them multiple times. Don't you dare judge. I have very little in my life right at this moment. <br />
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Anyway. I could probably talk about him for the rest of my life, so I will instead let the pictures do the talking. He's so tall, so big, so Australian, has the deepest and sexiest voice, and did I mention that I love him?<br />
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Seacrest, out!</div>Sydney Beameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18420095289371074818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8207482777520584044.post-11724284280973266622012-05-22T08:42:00.000-07:002012-05-22T08:42:03.137-07:00Oh, Dear Sydney. What have you been up to??This is for my readers!!! (all five of you. And that includes Jan (the mother)). I have been suh-lacking on my duties to the blog-o-sphere lately and now I will offer a whole slew of excuses as to why I have not been posting.<br />
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First of all, let's go back 11 years to when I ran for senior senate in high school~ I feel a Scooby Doo/Wayne's World ending coming on right about now.....I thought it would be fun to do something in my senior year. I listened to the Beach Boys "Be True to Your School" (I ignored the "just like you were to your girl" part due to the fact that I am straight despite my inability to have a man) and thought it was a good idea. Well, let me tell you- IT WAS A BAD IDEA. Here was my campaign strategy: I made ONE big poster that had some SERIOUSLY ugly/ridiculous pictures of myself and wrote "Sydney Beames, it would be an ugly year without her." Well, I tricked those fools and they elected me- to senate, not president. Fast forward to now and somehow I ended up planning my whole high school reunion. Wha? Huh?? Yep. All me. Luckily I have had some Ah-maz-ing peeps that have helped a ton. Bless their souls. And their hearts and I don't mean that in an "oh, look at that poor sap, bless his heart," kind of way. So, I have decided that at the reunion, I am going to retroactively name myself as class president and make everyone vote again. OR I will probably just name myself both the king and the queen of the reunion. Seems normal. Also, people are complaining all the time which makes me want to scream "PLAN YOUR OWN (explicit word here) REUNION!!!!!!!! So, that is excuse #1.<br />
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On to the next- MY JOB HAS CONSUMED MY SOUL. I have an extra kid on my caseload now, which is fine because I get paid more and I had to buy a new car so that is a good thing (PS got a blue honda civic. I love it. Only one complaint- it has the tiniest steering wheel of all time. Vaughner wanted to drive it home from the dealership and it was like hulk hands driving a ritz cracker). Now, just one kid can seem to be just a little extra work, but her mom is HYPERACTIVE. Emails, phone calls, crying, me pulling out my hair and then crying myself. Next, somehow I got elected to start a whole new program for our girls here at Heritage. Don't get me wrong, I am super excited and passionate about helping the girls feel empowered and comfortable in their own skin, but that take a lot of time. But they gave me an intern. Cool, huh? Makes me wish I drank coffee so I could have her go get me some. Next life, perhaps. <br />
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I also moved out of Jan's house. I feel like such an adult and that I miss my mommy. Being on your own 100% is so expensive! Barf. No one cooks me dinner or cleans up my messes and now I have to clean up after other people now that I have roommates. Double barf. But I had to leave Jan and Vaughn because my singles ward was full of the BIGGEST creepers alive. I had one guy who just wouldn't stop touching me. I didn't even know his name and he kept touching me and telling me that he saved me a seat. I am not sure if he has some sort of mental handicap because when I don't like someone, it is REALLY obvious. I do not pretend; I am not polite, but somehow he missed those signals. So, I had to leave Jammit and Vaughnald's for the big expansive world of Provo.<br />
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Other things:<br />
-I have been having some issues with being sick<br />
-I tend to over schedule myself<br />
-I spend a lot of time watching TV<br />
-I spend even more time day dreaming about Thor (an avengers recap will hopefully come soon)<br />
-I like to shop at Costco and that is very time consuming<br />
-I have been reading to blind children (not really, but my kids at work are as close as I will get)<br />
-I am becoming a germ-a-phobe<br />
-I am all around lazy<br />
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There are my excuses for not posting on my blog. <br />
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SydneySydney Beameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18420095289371074818noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8207482777520584044.post-84054252210761973032012-01-14T00:35:00.000-08:002012-01-14T00:53:53.652-08:00New Year's ResolutionsWell, kids. It's that time of year again and for those of you who have spent any time at all with me know that I am fashionably late for everything, so here are the late resolutions.<br /><br />1. Stop attracting creepy guys. I seriously don't know what the deal is! This summer I went out with a guy who would NOT stop texting me and asking me what I was doing...so odd. And he was 30 and has ALWAYS lived with his parents except for his mission. He sees no need to move out. Weird. If we were to get married, I would have to live in his parents basement and watch him make out with his mom (too far? I think I felt that as I was writing it...)<br /><br />Also, there is a guy in my ward that sat next to me for a total of 3 minutes at the Christmas party and HE. WON'T. STOP. TOUCHING. ME. He constantly has his hand on my arm and tells me he's saved me a seat. I don't know his name. All I know is he is creeping me out. So, my goal to is repel the creeps and attract Thor. Just saying.<br /><br />2. I really want a long thin gold chain neckalace. Or chainses (pronounced chain-zez) like Mr. T. His symbolize the chains of bondage of the slaves. Mine will represent my personal bondage to pop culture.<br /><br />3. Figure out a way to get free botox. Things are getting any prettier and my biological clock is ticking, so we gots to figure something out. Botox is the answer, I am pretty sure. Any good therapist (like myself) would tell you that.<br /><br />4. Take more naps. I might just be saying this because it is 1:45 am and me so tired.<br /><br />5. No judging here, but I am going to vote for the first time. I have never gotten around to registering because when I get my driver's license renewed, my birthdate is always just a few days after the deadline. I am officially registered now. Such a grown up.<br /><br />6. Move out of Jan and Vaughn's basement. I have been looking at places FOREVER, but nothing is really working out at the moment. I need a big closet (I currently using 2 of Jan's closets- its called Occupy closets. The goal is to show the world that I need more clothes) and a place to do my crafts, tae bow (its totally coming back), Native American fluting, and, of course, my planking. This all takes up space so I NEED a big room and closet. <br /><br />7. I found out that Thor is married. I cried for days. How dare he???!? So, my goal goes a little something like this "Nevermind I will find someone like you. I wish nothing but the best for you two (not. I hope she gets all disfigured). Don't forget me! I beg! I remember you said sometimes it lasts in love (but it helps when you have met them) and sometimes it hurts instead (like when in the movie you only had your shirt off for like 15 seconds. That hurt. Bad.)" Those were the original lyrics to this song. Just in case you were wondering. So, my goal is to find someone like Thor. That's all. It might be lofty, but I the only action I am getting is from a guy who just won't STOP touching my arm ALL THE TIME, so I will take my fantasy life. Aren't you all glad that you are not me??Sydney Beameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18420095289371074818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8207482777520584044.post-12850073891539765402011-11-19T20:18:00.001-08:002011-11-19T20:36:07.090-08:00It's been a whileI have been such a slacker when it comes to the blog-o-sphere. I apologize to my readers (I like to pretend like I have readers...). And so, I give you the update on me life (I have been watching Dancing with the Stars with Jan and there is this super sexy Irishman on there and he says things like 'me life' so I have adopted it. He's not gay, just European.)<br /><br />Well, I have been full-time employed for over a month now and I am very happy. I love what I do. I love having money. And get this, I have benefits. Take that Obama-care! Actually, Obama-care really had nothing to do with it, I just want to sound all political and moralistic. It makes no sense, but to others who know nothing about this stuff like me, I sound like a woman of the world. It's a lie. I am just a woman of Lehi/Provo.<br /><br />In other news, I hate dating. Shocking, right? I know. I am not bitter. I do not blame my singleness on anyone but myself (and then again I don't really do that because have you seen my face? Ain't nothing wrong with that). I am not all grumpy about men not asking me out or the questions as to why I am single. I don't care. I just really really hate first dates......I can be oh so charming and flirty (haha...I don't think I know how to flirt to save my life) but I just get so BORED. And, the worst part is, I CAN'T WEAR SWEATPANTS. Horrible.<br /><br />Today, I had a brunch date. Weird. I was up and ready by 10am on a Saturday. Tragedy. It was fine and he was nice, but his favorite band was Matchbox 20. Who's favorite band is Matchbox 20???? Gross. Now, are you sitting down? Because you need to be. He likes Nickelback. I feel like only Communists and Nazi's like Nickelback. Not because they like the music, but they know that its the lowest, dirtiest, most rotten form of torture out there. Everything I liked, he hated and everything he liked, I hated. Le sigh. It was not meant to be. He will never call again and I don't really care. We were set up through my sister in law, Polly, who was college roommates with his sister in law. Polly has never met him. It was one of those, 'oh, I know a single woman and you know a single man, so it's perfect!' Needless to say, I think I am done with the blind dates. No mas. I am seriously considering cats. Or a hair-do like Helena Bonham Carter. Nothing says crazy single woman more than that. Except Helena is with Tim Burton, but I picture him looking like Jack Skelington, so it really doesn't count.<br /><br />In other news, I think I am moving back to Provo. Yep, Provo. I had dreams of Boston or DC and getting out of this one horse town (lie- I am sure there are like one brazilian horses in Lehi) and doing something different. I guess that is just not in the cards right now. Therefore, P-town, here I come. Maybe a new adventure will happen there. Like the guy who plays Thor will join the church, move to Provo, and fall madly in love with me. I would take that. Actually, I know a fine gentleman caller (I wish he were my gentleman caller) that looks like Thor and might be my dream boat, but alas and alack, he lives far far away and does not lover me the way I creepily lover him from afar. But that is another story all together.Sydney Beameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18420095289371074818noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8207482777520584044.post-56524660597747657352011-08-24T22:44:00.001-07:002011-08-24T23:01:39.754-07:00Sad and pathetic things that happen to the unemployedWell kids, being unemployed does something to a human being. Not good things....no no....not good things. Here is how my life has changed.
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<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Hair. This goes along the same lines as hygiene. I wash my hair soooo much less. I have adopted this new chic style of putting it in a knot on the top of my head. Its the new thing is Paris, Rome, and basements all across Lehi.</span>
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<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Couch time. Jan made Vaughn rotate his positions on the couch in the basement so he wouldn't get a butt groove in her sofa. Megan and I rotate positions every once in a while so our bodies won't get contorted in the same way each and every day. We are equal opportunity contorters. All parts must somehow feel uncomfortable. And this also lessens butt grooves which are an absolute EPIDEMIC among the unemployed.</span>
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<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Bad bad bad bad TV. Wow. I cannot even describe how bad. Oh, wait. Yes, I can. Yesterday we finished watching "To the Mat" a CMT original movie starring Ricky Schroader (who is no longer Rick Schroader, but Ricky again. Thank you. How else would we know that you are the boy from Silver Spoons?) and the Grinch in a blonde wig and VERY shiny pink lipgloss. Here is the storyline. The Grinch has left whoville and is now a finicial something or other who saves businesses. She goes to the south to help out the Slocum Academy, which is a school for WWE style wrestling. Wackiness ensues. She breaks up with her finance in New York who happens to be Jack Skellington in the flesh with Anderson Cooper's hair and makes out with the kid from Silver Spoons at a waffle house with her Grinch butt in the hair. But I digress. I watched the WHOLE movie. PA- THET- TIC. The movie and me.</span>
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<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Underwear radius gets quite a bit larger. I didn't do this, but I feel it coming. Megan decided she wanted a burger. She went out to turn on the grill in her bathrobe. Well, let me tell you a little somethin' somethin' about these robes. We all got one for Christmas and let's just say they are not the longest thing ever. In fact, they are quite short. Well, for any of you familiar with the Mormon underwears know that they are not short. She had many an inch haning out. And my parents' backyard is not fenced in. And bras are optional, if worn at all.</span>
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<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I am also beginning to feel that bathrobes are acceptable attire. Who needs clothes anymore? I certainly don't. I have always had a fond love of sweatpants, but a robe might be a bit better. My parents have finished the bathroom in the basement (because their children can't get jobs or husbands) and we have had workers here A LOT. They have all seen me rocking the bathrobe. Not the shorty one, but a much more suitable.</span>
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<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">If I choose to get dressed, I only wear cutoff shorts and stripity shirts. My poor wardrobe is neglected. I think it cries for me out of lonesomeness. Did I just make up a word? What if I call if lonesomenessity?</span>
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<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I have fabulous makeup and am quite pretty, but alas, I am only operating at like 3% makeup right now. </span>
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<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I am pretty sure I done gone catch me a man like this!</span>
<br />Sydney Beameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18420095289371074818noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8207482777520584044.post-62633919160942724862011-08-23T19:14:00.000-07:002011-08-23T19:27:57.541-07:00I am in love.....I really am. And I mean it more than just friends. This is serious.
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<br />I love Ryan Reynolds more than just friends. And that is funny because he was in a movie called Just Friends.
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<br />I love Nutella more than just friends. If a woman could profess her undying love to a creamy hazelnut/chocolate substance and have it be socially acceptable, then this is it, people.
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<br />I love Matt Damon. I have loved him since 7th grade. I made a picture frame of tiny pictures of him at girls camp when I was 13. What did I put in that picture frame??? Another picture of Matt. On my mission, he got married and I told my companion that it was to me. She didn't believe me. LEAST favorite companion.
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<br />I love sandwiches and potato chips. I could/eat them everyday. When I run out of either turkey or chips, I get seriously grumpy. Then I go to the store. Then I am happy.
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<br />I love Dashboard. Don't judge. You know all the words to their songs, so don't be all "that is so high school." No, its right now.
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<br />I love to sleep. I mean, I REALLY love to sleep. If I have the option of sleep or food, I pick sleep (which is shocking because I loooooove food). Pick between showering or being the stinky kid at work (and/or school when I attended, but I have officially dropped out...or graduated), I pick stinky kid every single time. This summer (of patheticness/awesomeness) I sleep until 11 most days. At the beginning of my time at the parentals, Jan would say "don't you want to get up and get the day started?" I would simply respond that it would give me more time to think about how lame my life is, so I choose to sleep as long as I can.
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<br />I love a good book. I will ignore everything around me forever just to enjoy a book that is eloquently written or makes me laugh or cry.
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<br />I love a good movie. Anything that is well done will do. I seriously lack any sort of emotion about my life (except apathy), but man, movies really get me! I was watching Pearl Harbor for a minute today (staring my boyfriend's BFF, Ben Affleck) and I was tearing up! What is up with that? I had to change the channel because I just finished my makeup.
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<br />I love that I'm pretty. Is that horrible? Am I so vain? Probably. How sad would that be to be totally unfortunate looking? I am not gonna lie, I don't wake up looking this good (but oh so close....teehee...) but what if there was not salvaging this mess? I also love that I am a girl. If you are a boy and ugo, there is no help outside of dressing well. I have soooo many products that will keep my face criogenically frozen at 27. It's gonna be weird in 30 years, I tell you what.
<br />Sydney Beameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18420095289371074818noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8207482777520584044.post-3256931577144694852011-07-09T14:30:00.000-07:002011-07-09T14:49:31.861-07:00Plans and expectationsYou know, I like to think that I am "on the ball" with my life in most ways. But I also feel that I am always working and striving to be better and do better, but I don't seem to make it, but isn't that what life is really about?<br /><br />I have made plans and had expectations about my life that I haven't seen come to pass. I look at my friends from jr. high, high school, college and now even grad school and I can see the progression in their lives. Most are married and have kids, and those that aren't seem to be deep into their passions making the world better. I am not any of that at this moment. Then again, I have those friends that aren't married and are still trying to figure out what is next in their life and I do not envy the road that I have already traveled (ie grad school and finding what I want to do for a career) but I do envy the possibilities. I love having the world open to me to do whatever I want. But in terms of a career, I have made my choice and I am happy with it, but I still feel that there is something lacking in my life.<br /><br />I decided that I was going to move to Boston many many months before graduation. I feel really really good about that decision, so I moved in with my parents in the between time. My parents are pretty fantastic and nag me WAAYYYYY less than high school (love you Jan), but is this where a 27 year old woman should be? <br /><br />Anyway, so I got a job at Heritage working as a therapist and I am stoked about it, but I want them to move the whole campus to somewhere else. Perhaps Boston. I have a hunch that they won't, so here I am. I think that getting hired there was most definitely a sign from above that there is still something here for me, but I do not feel that way. I actually feel the opposite. I feel trapped. I feel like I am picking out cats, eating until I reach that critical and oh so fun stage of the "morbidly obese" and deciding to start dressing like my mother (who actually has great taste, so she will have to change that soon. I am thinking sweaters with cats doing funny things or t-shirts that say something like "your boyfriend likes me better than you." Side bar- can you imagine Jan wearing something like that??? I would just die. She has recently taken up wearing her overalls to garden because they are very convenient for it and I almost wet myself I was laughing so hard, but I digress....) I spent this week doing absolutely NOTHING because I have nothing to do. I don't have a ton of friends anymore because they are no longer living this single care-free life that I still have the ability and expectation to live. I want to break free. I want to break freeeeee (yes, sing along...)<br /><br />I am happy and I am not throwing a pity party for myself because I actually am very proud of what I have done and where I am going in my career, but do you ever just start itching for a new adventure? I suppose that my job will be one, but I don't think its big enough. I have done the Provo thing. I have done the working at a treatment center thing. I suppose this will all change when I start in August. Just not what I expected. I guess that is why we shouldn't have too many expectations in our lives because they usually don't happen the way we think. Anyone else feel this way? Just sending it out there to the Universe (People used to look at the moon and say these things, but now we put it on blogspot.com or just say "earth to Matilda...hello....hello...."- name that movie)Sydney Beameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18420095289371074818noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8207482777520584044.post-46924171394220883422011-06-29T12:56:00.000-07:002011-06-29T13:44:40.766-07:00Thor vs. Wolverine in a battle to the death! Or for my eternal love...Who is the more manlier man? In this in depth article, I will discover who is the manliest using a point system that is completely biased on my own opinion and therefore, totally credible.<br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifWcRiARXZBC6aMXNia1FN_da_6yYjFZ72t0rVZ7IHMDO75DeF07BPA99hE7s0SCLbUcnl4dvd1B-jR2QkaPoHXdd0O-GG3Ux2CRtrc1x2kCb2tQu93coOPypG4ibjJHsCIMAQH-_rI_s/s1600/thor.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623734314905871922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifWcRiARXZBC6aMXNia1FN_da_6yYjFZ72t0rVZ7IHMDO75DeF07BPA99hE7s0SCLbUcnl4dvd1B-jR2QkaPoHXdd0O-GG3Ux2CRtrc1x2kCb2tQu93coOPypG4ibjJHsCIMAQH-_rI_s/s320/thor.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU8TP18y1OvmzR5Ds-x4z8tss8Cvwn68ay8ekFEcoeEjR8ixSEvrCrkDWLiocaWH53fZrYGfS8oNcY4ls1hg7ZOwSWvhHDJVCaBr2D9MtyVeGSb-EWKzlRKRnN4RB-Yy6yjRRNt2vtjQI/s1600/wolverine.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 140px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623734319272939554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU8TP18y1OvmzR5Ds-x4z8tss8Cvwn68ay8ekFEcoeEjR8ixSEvrCrkDWLiocaWH53fZrYGfS8oNcY4ls1hg7ZOwSWvhHDJVCaBr2D9MtyVeGSb-EWKzlRKRnN4RB-Yy6yjRRNt2vtjQI/s320/wolverine.jpg" /></a> In order to truly understand who is the manliest, we have to take a closer look at them sans shirts. It is only fair. This is a tough one. Both have REE-Dic-ULOUS arms they kind of make me wanna cry a little bit, but with pecks like that, I am afraid that Thor will take the cake here. He gets eight points- one for each peck and his six pack.</p>Superhero powers- Well, Thor is a God, so that is kind of cool, has super human strength (in every bulging muscle), but I think that a hammer is the weirdest weapon. My dad uses a Yankees hammer that my cousin Whitney gave him. The Yankees are awesome, but that hammer is no crazy-metalled-claws-fused-to-rapidly-healing-bones kind of weapon. I tend to like self-made superheros (which is why I will always pick Batman over Superman. Batman did it all on his own while Superman was just that way) So, we'll give ol' Wolvey 6 points for his claws. <br /><p></p>Overall likeablity- Thor is a self-entitled butthead (yes, I said butthead. If he can act like a 6th grader, then I will use 6th grade name calling). He whines and thinks he knows everything and doesn't listen to his one-eyed father. Now, I have an uncle who just had his leg amputated and he is essentially blind, and trust me, I would listen to Steve if he were a blind one-legged God who had fought a lot of wars and kept peace in the Universe because he OBVIOUSLY knows more than I do, but in the end, he sacrifices being with his lover, me (ok, fine Natalie Portman) for the betterment of the universe.... Wolverine is no peach either. He actually is kind of a jerk. Most girls would find him mysterious and have this inner desire to save him from himself and try to make him a good man. Not me. I am a therapist and I absolutely would not want to come home and have to do therapy on him. I do not like the bad boys. Plus, he drives a motorcycle and my daddy said I could never get on one. He does fall for that Jean Gray, but never really humbles himself like Thor does, so here is three-quaters of a point for Thor. If he continues to prove himself, then we will round up to a full point. <br /><p></p>Scary factor- they say a picture says a thousand words, so we will let the photographic evidence speak for itself.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj243GdOLYNM4Ciq7X4T2Rl1OjNpLFtoe6cn8TFSI7u4gMhGiM9hpkPYM7z8cyIhKLJnS-Jt6E1F_J2R7V-7fIvdFbPcBWOWkR4vQHdAcPG-CIy5a6nsGtC1QOZYpNh_jTxweDBeEuWWM/s1600/Thor-2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 142px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623738646074524482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj243GdOLYNM4Ciq7X4T2Rl1OjNpLFtoe6cn8TFSI7u4gMhGiM9hpkPYM7z8cyIhKLJnS-Jt6E1F_J2R7V-7fIvdFbPcBWOWkR4vQHdAcPG-CIy5a6nsGtC1QOZYpNh_jTxweDBeEuWWM/s320/Thor-2.jpg" /></a> Not that scary. Not that bad-A. Just swing my little hammer and I will either put a picture up on the wall (which a woman always likes) or fly through the universe.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGHenHbeZvmohXfWfhC1u9TmZC8iq_7ntkI5EHRTK_kGkE8T9WU1brqWh-lKQcDXVlZJ44LdxkQBG82VP5vYOVUltvZ0zs0TlwUAavzneeFCq9YoyClpadkff3HnTtpGT5wK6hfOClqBo/s1600/wolv+2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 138px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623738643835344658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGHenHbeZvmohXfWfhC1u9TmZC8iq_7ntkI5EHRTK_kGkE8T9WU1brqWh-lKQcDXVlZJ44LdxkQBG82VP5vYOVUltvZ0zs0TlwUAavzneeFCq9YoyClpadkff3HnTtpGT5wK6hfOClqBo/s320/wolv+2.jpg" /></a> Ummm.....how did they get every single vein in his body to explode like that? I don't think that while editing this film, they thought "hey, let's do some air brushing and make him have more veins so he seems more threatening." I think that the vein-spolsion happened on its own and I am a bit intimidated right now. If the question were "who could hang the family photos better?" then it would go to Thor, but in defending my honor (as if I had any....) would go to Wolverine. He only gets a half point for my honor. There really isn't much to protect....<br /><br />Finally, the last round goes to the best accent, naturally. Both are from Australia so all I have to say is "yes, please." But, unfortunately little Hugh Jackman did not speak with his natural woman seducing native tongue while Chris Hemsworth did, so the winner winner chicken dinner in this category is Thor. He can use his native tongue on me anytime (that might possibly be the dirtiest thing I have ever written on my blog. What say ye?) Three points!<br /><br />I'm also going to through in a little love for the actors that play them. I like a clean cut man, so let's get rid of the long hippie hair and the Ace Ventura copy hair cut.....<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu8gfnOve-hUsmlib7D2HnhaiHV_TkvOwK40rssYXwNYyp-abF08szQsMVQm-xmkoZckst3E1ULNCSsFtXz68C69HsTuD7Zhba9XOs9J_tWK2CVqg_B1Ch_mr3HuisKBdKQPQxNmMoDVM/s1600/scoop-4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623743122325669122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu8gfnOve-hUsmlib7D2HnhaiHV_TkvOwK40rssYXwNYyp-abF08szQsMVQm-xmkoZckst3E1ULNCSsFtXz68C69HsTuD7Zhba9XOs9J_tWK2CVqg_B1Ch_mr3HuisKBdKQPQxNmMoDVM/s320/scoop-4.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpLiNKsIRQAPZUPmxBKVHgU4eWGLu_vXBLm-VcgbOk5V1sLx7_je3UjFcetqeSs5UaoT9qAPvkl232mORkWRMP-FwQm9T6xX-NWfv_iZ4NdENAQAdcE43GUkwJlImv2hYk1r21US_HP7Q/s1600/chris-1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623743117236590354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpLiNKsIRQAPZUPmxBKVHgU4eWGLu_vXBLm-VcgbOk5V1sLx7_je3UjFcetqeSs5UaoT9qAPvkl232mORkWRMP-FwQm9T6xX-NWfv_iZ4NdENAQAdcE43GUkwJlImv2hYk1r21US_HP7Q/s320/chris-1.jpg" /></a> Hmmm.....I lover Hugh in Scoop. I have never such a tall dark and handsome man pull off a finely tailored suit like he does. But, hello??? Can we just take a moment to stare at old blue eyes here? Conclusion.......speechless.....3 points to Hugh for wearing a suit so well, and 2 points to Chris for peering into my soul (umm, confession. I just typed peeing into my soul. Not on purpose, but I did most certainly laugh out loud for a second.)<br /><br /><br /><div>And so, the winner of the first Annual Sydney's Manliest Man contest is.......drum roll please....<br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>THOR with 13 and 3/4 points and the close runner up with 9 1/2 points is WOLVERINE. But seriously....I will take whichever one I can get.</div></div></div></div>Sydney Beameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18420095289371074818noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8207482777520584044.post-71984765261158991822011-06-25T15:15:00.000-07:002011-06-25T15:34:33.373-07:00I am Katherine HeiglI was watching 27 Dresses and had THE most depressing realization of all time- I am Katherine Heigl. Not literally because I am actually Sydney (in case you didn't know), but it would be nice because she is rich and I like money....<br /><br />So, in the storyline of 27 dresses, Katherine's character, Jane is always the bridesmaid and never the bride. I have not been a bridesmaid 27 times, but quite a few. In addition, I have done makeup and hair for COUNTLESS weddings. I have not had the opportunity to hold a wedding dress while a bride peed, but I then again I did flush toilets for a living for like 3 years.<br /><br />In the movie Knocked Up, which I have never seen, she has a one night stand with Seth Rogen who apparently is a loser and she gets pregnant. I have never had a one night stand nor have I ever been pregnant, but I do tend to date complete losers who need to get their crap together. Unlike Seth Rogen, my guys never do, so this is where we differ.<br /><br />In the movie Killers, she plays a completely awkard girl who does not know how to date. Did they base this character on me? I think they did. At the beginning of the movie, she has just broken up with her boyfriend who is apparently a nerd (I love nerds) and ends up in Nice with her parents. I travel with the parentals all the time. Twins. She meets Aston Kutcher (dreamy) in an elevator and is weird and uncomfortable and it is the story of my life. Where we differ- she ends up with Ashton and they kill people. I only threaten to kill people and by people I mean my brother Taylor, but he deserves it. He hog tied me last night. <br /><br />In Life as We Know It, she plays one of the best friends of people who have a beautiful house, beautiful child, and another beautiful bestie in the form of Josh Duhmel (I would gladly lover him forever). She is completely focused on her career (which I was until I moved in with my parents. Have you seen their big screen and sat on their couch that sucks all aspirations out me???) and going forward in her life. She doesn't date. I don't date. Its natural, right? Where we differ- I don't have Josh Duhmel in his underwear in my house. That is the real tragedy here people. And the fact that I am Katherine Heigl. And now I have to get a snaggle tooth. Crap.Sydney Beameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18420095289371074818noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8207482777520584044.post-39100674860405672102011-06-09T21:27:00.000-07:002011-06-09T21:34:57.462-07:00I got a job.....So, I haven't been really doing anything much with my life post-graduation....living the dream at Jan and Vaughn's and watching Bones on DVD so I was not expecting AT ALL to get a job, but then again that is probably because I have not applied for a single job since graduating. A bit lazy......perhaps......<br /><br />Anyway, my friend/cousin Kiley told me about a job at Heritage where she works. I don't check my email or facebook very often because when I have nothing to do, I do nothing.....Anyway, she called me and said that she spoke to her boss about me and they had me come in and interview. I wasn't all that prepared because she told me about the interview the day before, but I got it!!!!<br /><br />Its a part time job so I am still looking towards moving to Boston...I don't know. If I love it at Heritage and I eventually get a full time position I might stay here forever....and then maybe die...Is this God's way of saying that I should live in Utah forever and die in my parent's basement????Sydney Beameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18420095289371074818noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8207482777520584044.post-25332589713247273972011-06-02T11:17:00.000-07:002011-06-02T11:23:07.953-07:00Word Math!!!!new clothes-giant box of crap to go to DI+2 full closets/boxes of boots in storage= :( + ?<br /><br />ceiling fan at night+bangs=dreams of spiders on my face<br /><br />no job+lots of time=emptiness<br /><br />Thor+me=love....or a really good time lifting things- he is HUGE peopleSydney Beameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18420095289371074818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8207482777520584044.post-62799874106654974602011-05-08T21:51:00.000-07:002011-05-08T22:06:40.713-07:00Ok, kids...sit down and I will tell you a story....of a fairy princess who lives in the land of Lehi. Is she beautiful? Why yes, she is. Does she have a most fabulous collection of clothing and shoes? Yes, how did you know? Was she being STALKED by a bird? YES!!! Was it the most TERRIFYING experience of her life? Possibly....it all just depends on the author of the story- could it be Hitchcock?<br /><br />So this fairy princess, let's call her Sydney. Well, Sydney was smarter than all of the fair maidens in the land (not really, she just dated less and chose a life of spinsterhood (again, not really)) and decided to get a masters in social work so she could be RICH along with being pretty.....(what social workers do you know that aren't filthy rich? huh?) and then moved home to study for her test and find a job to get her out of the magical (or depressing) land of Utah. As Sydney was moving her amazing shoes and clothing collection (its like food storage. All of my friends who are married say that once you are married, you can't shop anymore. I am just building up my wardrobe so that when I find my prince (yes, I just barfed in my mouth when I wrote that too) I will have clothing storage. I am just following the prophets here, people). <br /><br />She was so exhausted that she slept for a long long time (or perhaps she has thyroid disease, but she looked better than Sleeping Beauty-that chick is a hag in comparision) and was abruptly disturbed in her sleep by the tapping of a bird's beak and the fluttering of its wings on her window (which is in the basement- that's where all princesses live...). She gets a little freaked out because birds are like winged rodents. She then falls asleep again and is awoken at the unholy hour of 11am (it is kind of awesome not having a job) by this same birds constant flying into the window of her bedchambers (that sounds so British) that happens to have a very deep window well....weird little bird.<br /><br />Later that day as our princess is directing her servants (herself) where to put all of her glorious wardrobe (which might have taken up 2 closets at Jan and Vaughn's. No judging) this same little bird flies up to the window in the other room where there is no window well and begins to tap tap tap on. FREAKY. Then it does it the next day.....and the next day.....AND THE NEXT DAY! <br /><br />The princess then goes and tells the queen about this bird and says she is living in a Alfred Hitchcock movie and the queen says "which one?" Yep, Jan is awesome. No, but seriously, if I end up pecked to death, just look for that robin outside my window.<br /><br />The End<br /><br />And for anybody who can tell me what this is from will get a figurative gold star-<br />"It walked on my pillow! It walked on my pillow!!!!"Sydney Beameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18420095289371074818noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8207482777520584044.post-12614400826324836822011-04-26T14:47:00.000-07:002011-04-26T15:04:27.572-07:00This is serious business peopleNo, but really. Usually when I say I am being serious, I am not being serious, but this time I am serious....<br /><br />So, there are some big changes coming my way. I graduate! I walk a week from Thursday. I cannot believe that it has been 2 years. I have learned so much and grown as a therapist (it only added to my natural awesomeness in telling people the right way to do things....) and met some incredible people who have shaped my career.<br /><br />The most important stuff that I have learned have been about myself. What people don't really know is that a 2 year Master's in Social Work program is actually a 2 year program where you examine every single thing that you yourself do, why you do it, and how you are a total screw up and need to do your own work in order to help others. I never understood why I was so stressed all the time and why this has been the hardest 2 years because the school work really wasn't that hard!!! I am coming out of a master's program with better grades than I have ever had in my life (and I have always gotten really good grades, so I have just improved on my own awesomeness), but seriously! I am EXHAUSTED! I just did some serious therapy on myself for the past 2 years. When I am doing therapy, sometimes it is necessary to kind of knock people on the side of the head and show them what they are doing wrong in certain situations, but you do it in such a nice way where they come to it on their own that they leave your office feeling so good and motivated, but that is NOT the way it goes when you are doing your own therapy. Its just a bunch of hard knocks and then you trying to figure out what to do next......<br /><br />So, what am I doing next, you ask? I am moving in with my parents. I haven't been without a job or without school since I was 15. I have nothing on my calendar except spending a whole 10 days withe the love of my life, Cal (he's my 19 month old cousin's son) and going to dinner with the wonderful ladies that I served with in the stake relief society presidency at BYU. I will also be studying for my licensing exam, taking it, and applying for jobs. After that? Who knows. <br /><br />I really feel that the place for me is Boston right now. When I got home from my mission, I really didn't know what I was going to do, so I studied English. I have always loved literature and writing, but apparently it wasn't for me. Then one of my mission companions/friend since I was 12 said to me "Syd, why aren't you a social worker? You have always been meant to do that." I changed my major the next day. Everything fell into place from there and that is why I am NOT at all worried about the next step/job/place to live in my life. God has something out there for me (and hopefully he's over 6 feet tall) and I am just content doing what I need to be doing to get there. I will find the job that is right for me and I will pass my exam. This is the year of the Sydney, people. The year of the Sydney. Just remember that.Sydney Beameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18420095289371074818noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8207482777520584044.post-8478696481888700132011-04-11T20:23:00.000-07:002011-04-11T20:33:07.214-07:00Anderson Cooper<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigd7NFn5WXcIqpUMpMXitJyc6juUONbHqNUyb_p5UwYL7a6CB4SXVPwF70mqBTrdugZHpOvqvKuvSKvnY8MlP_6m5gDvFkHExcLugDl6li4E-WSVi1DwCRFXswdvkFxNphFPPApM4fmcI/s1600/david+wallace.jpg"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEGScRNPe9S8ZexG0k5saaKkNxqcGwjbIQY6gOITEdK3KY4DuKgOoBM31S4c-Tm9dD-ViCBPZ7g2gl7Im73ICCx2_qcZATUEs6kCtlHCs-HrXDrk_omwkfnDGZUgEw8cGtLtX8JwCCyiI/s1600/Andersen_cooper.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEGScRNPe9S8ZexG0k5saaKkNxqcGwjbIQY6gOITEdK3KY4DuKgOoBM31S4c-Tm9dD-ViCBPZ7g2gl7Im73ICCx2_qcZATUEs6kCtlHCs-HrXDrk_omwkfnDGZUgEw8cGtLtX8JwCCyiI/s320/Andersen_cooper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594533302021171970" border="0" /></a><br />I think that when Anderson is giving the news and interviewing other people, that they really should not EVER take the camera off of him...... That is all I am saying... hot hot hot. I want to love him forever. While we are at it, I also think David Wallace is soooo attractive.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfC4I_AQ2Yu97xbwGLhtuOTRreoouM8IOFq5Kpo7T1fZD8IpWRnmEJjJgPlM9JAh8DrJXeakUgnJG9DKDxk7esaCZCtIWZrt9SW7QIzFzOIic5X2Sib9EVzhczOH8NwGruMb67bfRTlN8/s1600/david+wallace+2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 189px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfC4I_AQ2Yu97xbwGLhtuOTRreoouM8IOFq5Kpo7T1fZD8IpWRnmEJjJgPlM9JAh8DrJXeakUgnJG9DKDxk7esaCZCtIWZrt9SW7QIzFzOIic5X2Sib9EVzhczOH8NwGruMb67bfRTlN8/s320/david+wallace+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594534708126471906" border="0" /></a>Sydney Beameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18420095289371074818noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8207482777520584044.post-86570167742386518742011-04-04T13:05:00.000-07:002011-04-04T13:23:39.186-07:00My lifetime regretsYou know, I am staring down at the ripe old age of 27 1/2. Yep, you heard me right. I am old. I am surprised I can still see enough to type this blog....but getting older in age is helping me to realize that there are some things that I have done and experienced that I absolutely regret doing, and if I could go back and change it, then I would. It is hard to live a life with regrets, so I am sending them out there to the universe to hopefully ease my conscience and help me to sleep at night. <br /><br />Regret #1 This one is the hardest to admit, but I am going to be a grown-up and just say it. I have read all 4 Twilight books. And I liked some of them....well, the first one I liked the most. It sucked me in- promising me that perhaps someone strong and protective was out there for me, but alas, Edward failed me. He became controlling and lame and horrible and Robert Pattinson. Ew. Then I read the fourth book and it was AWFUL. Bella became selfish and awful and whiney and the worst character ever written. She single handedly took the women's rights movement back 30 years. <br /><br />Regret #2 I watched 2 of the Twilight movies. I should have learned my lesson. They were both so very bad. I did enjoy Taylor Lautner's abs, but he is young and therefore I am gross. And because I saw the second movie, that means I saw Robert Pattinson shirtless. Let me tell you, its not pretty and it is forever burned into my memory.... <br /><br />Regret #3 I saw Time Traveler's Wife. See previous post about the horrid nature of this movie. <br /><br />Regret #4 I regret not kissing a few gentlemen callers in the past. None of them are from high school. I just want to make that clear. I sincerely regret not being more slutty in the past. My roommates and I read a study where the average person kisses 27 people in their lifetime. Let's just say that I might be WAY behind on that and am now set in my ways, therefore, I don't think its going to happen. But then again, if I never marry (which is likely given my abrasive personality) I might reach that by the time I am 100...ok, probably not. But if I was sluttier, I could have gotten more presents from men, specifically jewelry. <br /><br />Regret #5 Not having a trust fund. <br /><br />Regret #6 I regret being so awesome. Ok, I don't. I am awesome.Sydney Beameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18420095289371074818noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8207482777520584044.post-27542927911536155372011-03-30T14:07:00.000-07:002011-03-30T14:11:43.719-07:00I might have lost my mind....Everyone knows that Jan tainted her children from loving animals, but I stumbled across this picture of a friend of a friend's dog on facebook and I love him. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv4hyphenhyphenZNGqz_14Qgw_y1yxVH5MqAu1EEORndpKOKZTrBdNvjDPui_VKUWDynX1VnJtRC_f7n5FPo4iNhw814FMQQ4XB5Ti8iKINWOPPqTbdR3feDecv4aMwVLcrZu2EhQ4QimoV2Rl05Ko/s1600/herbert.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589983060141387074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv4hyphenhyphenZNGqz_14Qgw_y1yxVH5MqAu1EEORndpKOKZTrBdNvjDPui_VKUWDynX1VnJtRC_f7n5FPo4iNhw814FMQQ4XB5Ti8iKINWOPPqTbdR3feDecv4aMwVLcrZu2EhQ4QimoV2Rl05Ko/s320/herbert.jpg" /></a> His name is Herbet (or at least in my mind it is) and he is not a puppy, but a care bear. He is an old soul- very wise and compassionate. Could you not just die with how cute he is? <br /><div></div>Sydney Beameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18420095289371074818noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8207482777520584044.post-75471942672824307872011-03-21T08:41:00.000-07:002011-03-21T08:54:20.724-07:00The promise of Spring....So, as you all know, I am not a sports fan. March Madness means nothing to me. Those who can't do....don't really find enjoyement in watching those who can do. Sorry. But I must say that I do kind of love Jimmer. How can you not love Jimmer? Everything I learned about Jimmer, I learned from my 1 1/2 year old nephew, Cal (technically he is not my nephew, but my first cousin once removed, but my family probably will never have children, but gosh darn it, they will have an amazing education). He loves Jimmer, or as he says, "Mimmer."<br /><br />I also love the spring because it brings new beginnings. Just like in Young Womens. Or not just like that. I graduate in like 7 weeks. Can you believe it??? Can you believe that all of my whining and complaining will end in 6 weeks (7 until graduation)? I can. It has been long, and hard, and I am ready for it to be done. But until then, I have enough homework to choke a donkey. Does that saying fit. I don't think so, but we are going with it people. And I have a licensing exam to take. Color me excited.<br /><br />Future plans- Megan and I are moving to Boston. You have probably seen that on my facebook and I don't think that anyone thinks its going to happen, but it is. I am only applying for jobs out there because I have to leave Utah or I will die. It is not that I don't love it here, because I do. I am so grateful to have grown up here and gone to college here. It has been fantastic, but if I have to pretend like I date here or want to date here, I will die-or be really dramatic. Not working. It never has, so I will try life out somewhere else. Taylor doesn't want Meg and I to move there. Not because he will miss us, but because he HATES the Red Sox and Patriots. Thanks for the support, bro.<br /><br />Speaking of the buttface that is my lil' bro, he gets married on the 16th of April. Weird. When he left of his mission, he told his 3 older, single sisters that he wanted us all to get married while he was gone. We lol-ed and said that he would probably be the first married. Fast forward 3 1/2 years and he is the first one married. We LOVE Polly and are so grateful she is taking him off our hands....Jan is always saying that he is no longer her problem, which is amusing and true.<br /><br />Nothing really funny about any of this. Sorry. My life is too boring/crazy busy to be funny right now. Oh, my pot smoking misfits of neighbors got evicted. Oh, bless the rains.Sydney Beameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18420095289371074818noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8207482777520584044.post-16098522565540217882011-02-15T11:25:00.000-08:002011-02-15T11:44:12.933-08:00The best Valentine ever....I really have the best Valentine ever. I am so lucky to have my Valentine (myself) in my life. My Valentine really spoiled me yesterday. First of all, my Valentine made me an appointment with my doctor!!! Can you believe it??? Some people get flower's and chocolates, but my special someone let me go get my blood drawn. Tender. Then it was off to Costco where I saw all the lovers of the world purchasing flowers. I got brussel sprouts! (seriously, I bought brussel sprouts. They are tasty.) Then I got a massage and my nails done by my cousin Whitney. BEST. VALENTINE'S. DAY. PRESENT. EVER. Then it was off to lunch with lil' brudder and the parentals. Then again it was off to work. Then off to FHE. Then back to the parent's house because my car is in the shop and I had Janet's car. If my Valentine really loved me they would have given me my mom's car instead of my beauty that currently has 176,234 miles on it. Le sigh....maybe next year my amor will give me a new car, but I will just have to settle for the homework that I forgot was due yesterday at midnight that I started at 11:24. Happy Valentine's day to me!Sydney Beameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18420095289371074818noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8207482777520584044.post-28698951314552898772011-01-21T16:45:00.000-08:002011-01-21T16:58:00.196-08:00Some more resolutions!This year I thought I would document my new year's resolutions because I always forget what I said I was going to do. Now, I know you all will think, "YES! Now that is a resolution!" And work towards being more of what I will be by the time 2011 is over....<br /><br />1. Win Publisher's Clearing House. I am Mormon so the whole gambling lottery thing is out of the question, but something HAS got to give here, people. I owe Obama so much money and he never told me about this whole paying him back thing...<br /><br />2. Perfect my Scottish accent. I can pretty much pass for British so it is time to move forward to another part of that world.<br /><br />3. Become a natural blonde. I am sick of this whole getting my hair done every 8 weeks. Time to change that business.<br /><br />4. Stop spilling orange juice on top of my head. I have pictures and a story for a later post.<br /><br />5. Shoot a man in Reno, just to watch him die. I keep singing about, so I think I better do it otherwise everyone might start to think I am lying.<br /><br />6. No split ends in 2010.......doesn't sound as good as 2011.<br /><br />7. Find that unicorn again. I swear we saw a white unicorn frollicking in the hills this summer.<br /><br />8. Eat more donuts. Nuff said.<br /><br />9. Graduate from school. This one is serious. Sorry.<br /><br />10. Wear my sweatpants more often. I welcomed a new pair from Yale this year. I might purchase some U sweats.....still thinking about it.<br /><br />11. Become a Samuari master. Can totally happen.<br /><br />Yep, I have some lofty aspirations for 2011.Sydney Beameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18420095289371074818noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8207482777520584044.post-9552372378678650432011-01-04T13:19:00.000-08:002011-01-04T14:01:23.682-08:00A Year in ReviewSo, I dedicate this to Mike and Madelyn since I just had lunch and they told me it was time to update the ol' blog, so here it is.<br /><br />2010 was a hard year, I am not going lie. I had to watch The Last song staring a brooding Miley Cyrus and Greg "my career is dying" Kinear. I was visiting my friend Tia in Montana and she made me. As all of you know, I hate Nicholas Sparks. The devil has a special place reserved for him in hell. It was bad, there were sea turtles, and (spoiler alert) Greg dies. Nicholas need new material.<br /><br />In addition to having to watch that, I was busy and stressed and tired and Lady Gaga wore a dress made out of meat which really ruined my desire for sandwiches, which is really important to me! Work has been very good, but very exhausting. I love working for the church and being able to therapize some peeps, but I am a work-a-holic. You wouldn't know that about me if you just met me because I come off VERY lazy, but oh contraire (did I just make up a word? or at least the spelling? I could look it up, but I'm too lazy) I work a lot and I schedule my time far far in advance. For instance, I was set up on a couple of blind dates this year (its my thing, you know- keep sending them my way. I accept applicants from ages 21 to 35) and I had to schedule them out a week or two in advance. Busy busy.<br /><br />Another reason that 2010 wasn't that great of a year- I have to wear nylons to work. Sometimes I don't (rebel) but when I do, they just cut my stomach in half and cause all sorts of bunching. I remember the days of being a missionary on the streets of NYC and having to wear layers upon layers upon layer until I looked like the kid on a Christmas Story, but who was I trying to impress??? Sooooooooooo ugly. Ask anyone. Bad. Bad. Bad.<br /><br />Taylor got engaged this year. I love his fiance Polly. She is so wonderful and she likes Taylor, which is a miracle. The first Beames to get married is the baby. I think my mom did some serious damage to her girls......that is something I learned in my classes at school- blame the mother, works everytime.<br /><br />My cousin Paige married my cousin Jarvis, which is weird. My 2 first cousins got married. Can we say backwoods??? Just kidding. It is a little odd. Her new last name is Beames......which is an awesome last name (you all are thinking "sure it is....."), but in our old ward in Provo, we all lived together and everyone knows that the Beames and the Hansens are cousins, so when Jarvis moved into the ward, everyone assumed they were cousins when they were actually engaged. Gross kids. On the bright side of things, I caught the bouquet. The last time I caught the bouquet was at Scott and Eva's wedding and I was the only single girl over the age of 7. I had the whole height thing going for me. Then they all cried so I gave it to them. I am so ashamed. Since that time I have pretty much shunned the whole bouquet toss, but I had to support of my 2 single sisters and a couple of Paige's cousins on the other side who are probably around 18. I had the height thing on my side again this time, but at least there were 2 adults and a couple of girls who should be graduating from young women's soon as my competition. It is definitely the year of the Sydney.....or all of my extended family (on both sides because they were all there) said it was. 2011, here I come.<br /><br />So, I have some BIG news....I got bangs. Not the swoopy to the side stuff, but full on Tootie from facts of life. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRm7Jo8rKHV6DNvcasygcSJeRWLVCgNwjm2mRSBOo9ZZgcvmhKDhtEzZZt98-x4FHcE4Mz_c_5Lfw8n0s1K-3c4dNlTFLTyBsJBWRqEyuNsEiDSJAUSnP82b0-UpzWQFuPdIbJkLyJxLQ/s1600/tootie.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558451232431361378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRm7Jo8rKHV6DNvcasygcSJeRWLVCgNwjm2mRSBOo9ZZgcvmhKDhtEzZZt98-x4FHcE4Mz_c_5Lfw8n0s1K-3c4dNlTFLTyBsJBWRqEyuNsEiDSJAUSnP82b0-UpzWQFuPdIbJkLyJxLQ/s320/tootie.jpg" /></a> I. LOOK. GOOD. Just like this minus the turtle neck. Everything else is the same.<br /><p>Ok, my peeps, I will try to be better at this whole blogging thing, but I don't forsee that happening until I find me a sugar daddy so if you know someone looking for a trophy wife, I am your girl!!!<br /></p>Sydney Beameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18420095289371074818noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8207482777520584044.post-14288269611203392162010-11-04T12:10:00.000-07:002010-11-04T13:31:47.786-07:0027 is the year......For many many things. This is what I am expecting for 27. I will GRADUATE! I am going to go back to Europe this year. It must be done. I will get a big girl job. I will have my own health insurance! Such a big girl. I will feel so very adult. In being an adult, I have decided to start doing adult things.<br /><br />First of all, I went to my personal makeup artist and learned how to wear lipstick! Wha???<br /><br /><p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz9ensJhaEiT8HLJREgLt68IjV7EYU7a2sIj1LORhhrc1vi0QxFqh2-j1l7_WdZm6hAm7UXa3SVjzAkTlsc4hlI4tJomj8DXbO-6oyqKqxK3O7u4i2nH3IYraygLyPyUKJlHiCfRgiEdI/s1600/Lipstick.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535777227481066530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz9ensJhaEiT8HLJREgLt68IjV7EYU7a2sIj1LORhhrc1vi0QxFqh2-j1l7_WdZm6hAm7UXa3SVjzAkTlsc4hlI4tJomj8DXbO-6oyqKqxK3O7u4i2nH3IYraygLyPyUKJlHiCfRgiEdI/s320/Lipstick.jpg" /></a> My lips look just like this. You jealous?</p><p>The next grown up item is that I am also wearing perfume...or attempting to find something that will accentuate my pretty face with a pretty smell. My siblings are so wonderful- they gave me a gift from Dillards. Its an event! I think going to an event sounds so adult. It's at La Chaille (very grown up) and they have all sorts of perfumes that you can chose from. It's $35 and you get admission to the event, a $25 gift certificate that you can spend at the event and a purse FULL of samples. Go to Dillards. Get one. I'll see you there.</p><p>Now, as part of being a grown up, it is time to decide on a few things that I am too old for:</p><p>#1 Going to parties. I hate them. I used to love to dance around and flirt with all the boys, but I can't stand it anymore. The men that go to parties to pick up on women are generally Ed Hardy wearing narcisstic shallow tools. Just saying. Sorry if I offend anyone. I have no desire to talk to, flirt with, or date men like that. But then again, there is no threat there because men like that don't date. They hang out. I am too old for just hanging out. You want to see me? Call me. Take me out. But I digress....parties are LAME....strutting my stuff is LAME (the stuff isn't lame but feeling the need to is LAME). And so, I am giving up parties cold turkey unless its a friend's celebration of their birth. </p><p>#2 Men who hang out and don't date . See above. Just ask me out. I will say yes.</p><p>#3 Men who dress like the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. When did this style come back in? Its ridiculous. It is not 1989. Dress like an adult. I cannot date anyone who dresses "ironically." What is that? Be an adult.</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoTHUsP-m8S3FjJnDjy9ENhLmNtvIUZ5qtVX7X-AR62HYz0yzFu21rmOB0OcWhxH7cjazy-ofZDBECoWwXr9cYLP6OJCI1ZpxLdA-_X9ItHr2-J9XdKiwuWRUSGCpxbhyzv6XQuBP13IY/s1600/fresh-prince-of-bel-air-will-smith.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535783349049704146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoTHUsP-m8S3FjJnDjy9ENhLmNtvIUZ5qtVX7X-AR62HYz0yzFu21rmOB0OcWhxH7cjazy-ofZDBECoWwXr9cYLP6OJCI1ZpxLdA-_X9ItHr2-J9XdKiwuWRUSGCpxbhyzv6XQuBP13IY/s320/fresh-prince-of-bel-air-will-smith.jpg" /></a> Ummmmm........hmmmmmmm.......no thanks. </p><p>I want a man that dresses like this:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmB7TrTYD3rfroX6avFGJWqnFt6m2t2_YK1A-7CvHLKE7roTX-kMJV9F1AN2-h7LF9dO9TZoXE_MPSTlUxAbgpJszoHCtT-aYwfnSUcMtLTNzytUsH6DAce9DScn6doxGcx0FOqJgIiBE/s1600/mad-men-2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535786603810298402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmB7TrTYD3rfroX6avFGJWqnFt6m2t2_YK1A-7CvHLKE7roTX-kMJV9F1AN2-h7LF9dO9TZoXE_MPSTlUxAbgpJszoHCtT-aYwfnSUcMtLTNzytUsH6DAce9DScn6doxGcx0FOqJgIiBE/s320/mad-men-2.jpg" /></a> This is attractive. I want a man like these. Also, if I date a man who dresses like this, no one will ask me why I dress like this:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMkivo6XrUHA82h-fWIdSe2-ZKbOtE-VSd4FWfFhHQGoqq4AesaqSU9LG-7r8-vK8HO6EJvgBA0kBXdEcIRZESPijBy5JUb3DYGn92iiUMLqnMfFPS4ilggecrZxpqUpO1o1pk-1e5wfQ/s1600/Mad%2520Men%25201.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535787666974587394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMkivo6XrUHA82h-fWIdSe2-ZKbOtE-VSd4FWfFhHQGoqq4AesaqSU9LG-7r8-vK8HO6EJvgBA0kBXdEcIRZESPijBy5JUb3DYGn92iiUMLqnMfFPS4ilggecrZxpqUpO1o1pk-1e5wfQ/s320/Mad%2520Men%25201.jpg" /></a> Also, what is up with dudes shaving steps into the side of their head. Hate it. And the embroidered shirts and Italian boots. No thanks. Move along. Go to your party and find a girl dressed in lingerie and mouse ears that will make out with you and then not understand why you haven't called. Not for me.</p><p>PS I haven't seen Mad Men, but apparently I LOVE the fashion.</p>Sydney Beameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18420095289371074818noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8207482777520584044.post-74011338920404492482010-10-21T12:04:00.000-07:002010-10-25T10:14:23.439-07:00Just a few things...So, life has been pretty busy this past semester. I am working 25 hours a week as a THERAPIST!!! They give me clients and I am the only one that sees them! These people are crazy-referring to my employers, not my clients... I have been pretty lucky in having wonderful supervision and a life that has led me to this career path. I actually think that I've done a semi-decent job.... Are you all a little shocked right now that I'm not singing my own praises like I always do? These are people's lives, kids. Can't be that awesome, but I am as awesome as possible for being a novice therapist.<br /><br />New subject- I love the fall. To me, it is the time of new things. I really love change and it's a new semseter, new people in my life, new ward members, new experiences. I love fall wardrobe. I love boots and sweaters and scarves and layers! Oh, how I can do soooo much with accessories and layers! And belts! I told my friends in my program today that my shopping is like food storage. Everyone says that when they get married, they can't go shopping like they used to, so I am following the prophet and storing up for the long winter of marriage....<br /><br />Also, its my birthday. And shockingly enough I LOVE MY BIRTHDAY!!! I think that its the perfect day...October 25th...As most of you know, I had the most ROCKIN' golden birthday 2 years ago (right, Erin? Doesn't get any better than that) and now that I am looking old age in the face (27!!!! What?) I realize that I am grateful for many many things, but mostly for Vivian, my personal makeup artist and Lancome representative that hooks me up with amazing anti-wrinkle cream. Bomb. Just kidding, but I'm not. Plus, it is right by Halloween which is the best theme for a party at any age. 2 months until Christmas, I could go to any dance in high school, I was one the first to drive (not that I did, I didn't get my license for like month. Lazy? Yes. Friends with better cars? Yes). And the most important part of my birthday is that everyone I love is celebrating me! Not really.....I love being around the people I love. When I left on my mission and was giving my farewell talk, I sat on the stand and looked out at all of the people who love me that was so humbled that God would bless me with such incredible people. So, thank you to everyone who has been a part of my life and shown me such amazing love.<br /><br />Also, I am grateful for my life. Years ago if you would have asked me where my life would have been, this is not what I would have chosen. I would be married with babies (cuz I love me some babies) and not working because I am lazy and want to be a trophy wife. But, I have had immense opportunity to learn and to grow. I reupholster freaking chairs! Who does that? I am awesome. I have a wonderful family and so many opportunities to travel that others who are my age don't have. I am lucky. I am happy. I eat donuts whenever I want. I have 4 new pairs of boots. I live close to a little caesars. My earring collection is immense. Vaughn is the hulk and lives off caramel. Jan likes it when you booty shake her. I get to call my parents by their first names. I have wonderful roommates who are throwing my a birthday party tomorrow night themed "2001" from when I turned 18....not old....Well, this has been a much more reflective and mushy post than I have probably ever had. Anyway, LIFE IS GOOD!Sydney Beameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18420095289371074818noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8207482777520584044.post-33241563178964698822010-10-07T14:50:00.000-07:002010-10-07T15:27:07.061-07:00I feel so accomplished!This semester has been super BUSY! Not hard, just time consuming, so I decided that I would add to my busy by re-upholstering my hideous chair and ottoman (like the empire? Not sure) that I bought a year ago from the DI. It's very comfy, but had a slight stink of the 70's to it..... and I'm not just talking about the upholstery. It smelled as I imagined the 70's did- cigarettes, dust, old people, and hippies.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTYTnGoqO6BxJmqLZH2VWKHjlnC8I_sLdqYFn3C-asj-GjBVwY3nAOYf2xv5DD_thAEI8rxLeVc-X6z2hSUmqcCV9AQgBf66u3ZXdxiO3A2W1ESiIWMFuWXi5VYlx5ScnESzY-QBGWs9k/s1600/Summer+2010-+Erin%27s+wedding,+Cal%27s+1st+bday+184.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525430867932948770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTYTnGoqO6BxJmqLZH2VWKHjlnC8I_sLdqYFn3C-asj-GjBVwY3nAOYf2xv5DD_thAEI8rxLeVc-X6z2hSUmqcCV9AQgBf66u3ZXdxiO3A2W1ESiIWMFuWXi5VYlx5ScnESzY-QBGWs9k/s320/Summer+2010-+Erin%27s+wedding,+Cal%27s+1st+bday+184.jpg" /></a> I think that you call can smell it.....just imagine.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-EW1EP5jeolwpOwXCdimc6mb35op3Ka8dQfOkUmonHXg1_SDKrD6a5gdSgWpAq5YIX-YpULbqMX6l_ci3A9TLoob0L_8cfT_uN1jt_kunK2rSPbenFf6ZE8ISka5KcI2T29wWOGTq4PE/s1600/Summer+2010-+Erin%27s+wedding,+Cal%27s+1st+bday+185.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525428911224252610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-EW1EP5jeolwpOwXCdimc6mb35op3Ka8dQfOkUmonHXg1_SDKrD6a5gdSgWpAq5YIX-YpULbqMX6l_ci3A9TLoob0L_8cfT_uN1jt_kunK2rSPbenFf6ZE8ISka5KcI2T29wWOGTq4PE/s320/Summer+2010-+Erin%27s+wedding,+Cal%27s+1st+bday+185.jpg" /></a> Here I am tearing it apart. I found a really nice pen, an old cigarette, a dime and a whole lot of velvet dust. I had no idea that velvet created dust but it does and it's weird. I kept the dime and pen.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3HtazhRM8P202PYKny8-eTy2q-jO1TGIt_Zjpjz6PX9scZKg54lJYwMvgH_2IX-5PyZwoV8LqqET0Um8PhMpDsmJ_hd2kyZV8kH5-8opmSiCJ5_oF_w999ibNIxpJa1gqug3cT9tsYbc/s1600/Summer+2010-+Erin%27s+wedding,+Cal%27s+1st+bday+186.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525428919502307650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3HtazhRM8P202PYKny8-eTy2q-jO1TGIt_Zjpjz6PX9scZKg54lJYwMvgH_2IX-5PyZwoV8LqqET0Um8PhMpDsmJ_hd2kyZV8kH5-8opmSiCJ5_oF_w999ibNIxpJa1gqug3cT9tsYbc/s320/Summer+2010-+Erin%27s+wedding,+Cal%27s+1st+bday+186.jpg" /></a> Here I am just plugging away! I did the ottoman first then attacked the cushion and sides. Easiest to hardest.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK6i9DfudhyphenhyphenoBVQBIW5cBF-46AV5U8NUEaHU9zI6nHMMkvT3dhunyjvaTCxVIGEwMr6EiQFitfksNcCqXgAnWrkxXaIg7euOsIVNlTf0uisgpFmaufrzdPElKSv-a8kiRpRQYpHNyfK1o/s1600/Summer+2010-+Erin%27s+wedding,+Cal%27s+1st+bday+188.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525428926744682770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK6i9DfudhyphenhyphenoBVQBIW5cBF-46AV5U8NUEaHU9zI6nHMMkvT3dhunyjvaTCxVIGEwMr6EiQFitfksNcCqXgAnWrkxXaIg7euOsIVNlTf0uisgpFmaufrzdPElKSv-a8kiRpRQYpHNyfK1o/s320/Summer+2010-+Erin%27s+wedding,+Cal%27s+1st+bday+188.jpg" /></a> </div></div></div><br />The only sewing I had to do was on the front where the sides connected. It surprisingly turned out well. Not sure why I did all of this in a dress that day. Bless the staple gun! My hand was SUPER sore from all the stapling and now my carpet, despite vacuuming, still has staples everywhere.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDkYMwsQ23SqaFJA1E91E2TF9JN7eVyOyReEE0xLvAgLqR7Q1qKnxjYlglpd_gjNPmlu7bh3rgg-JReV6ELEjVcnjydDLMQX1b7lEMJKO5TZtcx40qVvdL_mTcz9_AZY2HXvP2zKw22rs/s1600/Summer+2010-+Erin%27s+wedding,+Cal%27s+1st+bday+190.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525428935145782642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDkYMwsQ23SqaFJA1E91E2TF9JN7eVyOyReEE0xLvAgLqR7Q1qKnxjYlglpd_gjNPmlu7bh3rgg-JReV6ELEjVcnjydDLMQX1b7lEMJKO5TZtcx40qVvdL_mTcz9_AZY2HXvP2zKw22rs/s320/Summer+2010-+Erin%27s+wedding,+Cal%27s+1st+bday+190.jpg" /></a> You can see the velvet dust in front of the chair. So weird. So smelly. Didn't it turn out so cute???<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDodLuj606sdTiuxAO4gN9uJUCU5CdfoHQLnCJ9bkWHWaJkvuX9h1Lr4YXoEpySKfSOiyUKGEgeDBLuCDgDNCytpJYa4mFnChHpw_YefU_2msP5-hdjkEVHx2-k8ucL7NNn-1PYkpPnBY/s1600/Summer+2010-+Erin%27s+wedding,+Cal%27s+1st+bday+191.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525432852815137618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDodLuj606sdTiuxAO4gN9uJUCU5CdfoHQLnCJ9bkWHWaJkvuX9h1Lr4YXoEpySKfSOiyUKGEgeDBLuCDgDNCytpJYa4mFnChHpw_YefU_2msP5-hdjkEVHx2-k8ucL7NNn-1PYkpPnBY/s320/Summer+2010-+Erin%27s+wedding,+Cal%27s+1st+bday+191.jpg" /></a> Here it is with the ottoman and yes, it does rule just like the empire. I am not going to lie, I am a little afraid to sit in it because it might all completely fall apart. I did this with NO instruction at all and just did what I could. Yes, I must say, I am awesome.Sydney Beameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18420095289371074818noreply@blogger.com6