new clothes-giant box of crap to go to DI+2 full closets/boxes of boots in storage= :( + ?
ceiling fan at night+bangs=dreams of spiders on my face
no job+lots of time=emptiness
Thor+me=love....or a really good time lifting things- he is HUGE people
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Ok, 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?
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).
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.
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!
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.
The End
And for anybody who can tell me what this is from will get a figurative gold star-
"It walked on my pillow! It walked on my pillow!!!!"
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).
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.
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!
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.
The End
And for anybody who can tell me what this is from will get a figurative gold star-
"It walked on my pillow! It walked on my pillow!!!!"
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
This is serious business people
No, but really. Usually when I say I am being serious, I am not being serious, but this time I am serious....
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.
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......
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.
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.
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.
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......
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.
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.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Anderson Cooper
Monday, April 4, 2011
My lifetime regrets
You 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.
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.
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....
Regret #3 I saw Time Traveler's Wife. See previous post about the horrid nature of this movie.
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.
Regret #5 Not having a trust fund.
Regret #6 I regret being so awesome. Ok, I don't. I am awesome.
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.
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....
Regret #3 I saw Time Traveler's Wife. See previous post about the horrid nature of this movie.
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.
Regret #5 Not having a trust fund.
Regret #6 I regret being so awesome. Ok, I don't. I am awesome.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
I 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. 
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?
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? Monday, March 21, 2011
The 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."
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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