hey hey hey!
we are taking our summer vacation a bit early this year...
so we have been driving for TWO STRAIGHT DAYS.
ahh sunday=8 hours. monday=8hours.
I needed to get out of the car.
so now that we are in Tennessee.. we have been driving 4 wheelers and running on my aunts huge property..non stop.
If i hear another, "are we out of Georgia yet?" or "how many more minutes?". I will scream. not kidding.
and let me just tell you...reality check=leaving from my big city to some small town Tennessee is not an easy task.
people leave their keys in the car, along with purses and such.
there are like 3 cars on the road.
you actually see mountains!
no one honks or gives the finger to other drivers.
dogs just roam around.
there are no starbucks but there is a walmart on every corner. (:
there are pick-up trucks EVERYWHERE. haha
this trip will be a great getaway and i will come back with a southern accent- i am sure of that. (:
will try and blog whenever i get wireless internet. <3
xoxo sydney
5.24.2010
5.20.2010
things that really bother me and things that i really like:
Things that bother me:
1. choking on soda. or the whole "went down the wrong pipe" thing.. it hurts my throat. and i feel like i am going to DIE ):
2. math.
seriously.. what the heck?!
3. markers or pens that ran out of ink.
thats why i carry 199795464 pens in my purse. (;
4. hypocrites.
uh.. sorta self-explanatory..
5. idiot drivers that drive super slooooooowwwww or reallllyyyy fast. also ones that run red lights and honk. and guys that give the finger and curse me out.. i really hate those guys.
6. lizards that sometimes show up in my shower and jump on my feet or hands.
7. slow computers. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
8. the skin that peels right next to your thumb nailss. man, i really hate that. and it hurts. ):
9. packing. argh. i am such an over-packer. i pack EVERYTHING that i might possibly need ever. i pack almost my whole room. i am not even kidding.
10. people that constantly say "no, i'm not" "nu uh, nu uh, nu uh", when arguing.
think of something clever or stop arguing with me.
11. horror movies. oh.my.word. i cannot handle them.
12. art projects. i am really not creative so art projects are like sticking a band-aid on and then yanking it off really fast. not cool.
13. people that hurt or abuse animals or people smaller then them, like babies and toddlers.
"pick on someone your own size, whydontcha?"
14. roller coasters. i hate them. and people that try to make me go on them... you know who you are...
15. boys that are jerks. they need to just go away.
16. people that curse every.other.word. see 15.
17. hurting people's feelings. ): it makes me sad. ):
18. JUSTIN BIEBER. 'nuff said.
19. people that beat around the bush. just ask me, okay?
20. making my bed. my mom makes me make it up, i'm like "what the heck?!?!" seriously i'm just going to mess it up again. hmmmm?
Things i like:
1. books. i <3 reading.
2. italian food. oh my, my mouth is watering right now. I wish i was italian.
3. sleeping. my bed is the best.
4. skype. its cool to talk to my friends via webcam.
5. my friends. <3 <3 <3 <3
6. really sappy, lovey-dovey movies. hahah i am such a girl.
7. promises that are kept. <----- self-explanatory
8. babies that laugh. a lot.
9. facebook. haha i am not addicted. at all. don't worry. i just like it. that's all.
10. birthdays! i love going to birthday parties and having birthday parties.
11. make-up. and blow dryers. and all my girlie products. haha
12. words like: brilliant and clever and inkling. and via. *brilliant and clever must be said in a british accent*
13. forever21=best store ever.
14. summer camp.
15. driving by myself listening to my ipod and singing along. haha
16. not caring what others think of me.
17. dishwashers. i love them and really appreciate them. a whole lot.
18. crying in movies.
19. this blog. and my readers. you are supa awesome. <3
20. when people spell my name correctly. haha "it's sydney like australia."
thanks for reading.
xoxo sydney
1. choking on soda. or the whole "went down the wrong pipe" thing.. it hurts my throat. and i feel like i am going to DIE ):
2. math.
seriously.. what the heck?!
3. markers or pens that ran out of ink.
thats why i carry 199795464 pens in my purse. (;
4. hypocrites.
uh.. sorta self-explanatory..
5. idiot drivers that drive super slooooooowwwww or reallllyyyy fast. also ones that run red lights and honk. and guys that give the finger and curse me out.. i really hate those guys.
6. lizards that sometimes show up in my shower and jump on my feet or hands.
7. slow computers. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
8. the skin that peels right next to your thumb nailss. man, i really hate that. and it hurts. ):
9. packing. argh. i am such an over-packer. i pack EVERYTHING that i might possibly need ever. i pack almost my whole room. i am not even kidding.
10. people that constantly say "no, i'm not" "nu uh, nu uh, nu uh", when arguing.
think of something clever or stop arguing with me.
11. horror movies. oh.my.word. i cannot handle them.
12. art projects. i am really not creative so art projects are like sticking a band-aid on and then yanking it off really fast. not cool.
13. people that hurt or abuse animals or people smaller then them, like babies and toddlers.
"pick on someone your own size, whydontcha?"
14. roller coasters. i hate them. and people that try to make me go on them... you know who you are...
15. boys that are jerks. they need to just go away.
16. people that curse every.other.word. see 15.
17. hurting people's feelings. ): it makes me sad. ):
18. JUSTIN BIEBER. 'nuff said.
19. people that beat around the bush. just ask me, okay?
20. making my bed. my mom makes me make it up, i'm like "what the heck?!?!" seriously i'm just going to mess it up again. hmmmm?
Things i like:
1. books. i <3 reading.
2. italian food. oh my, my mouth is watering right now. I wish i was italian.
3. sleeping. my bed is the best.
4. skype. its cool to talk to my friends via webcam.
5. my friends. <3 <3 <3 <3
6. really sappy, lovey-dovey movies. hahah i am such a girl.
7. promises that are kept. <----- self-explanatory
8. babies that laugh. a lot.
9. facebook. haha i am not addicted. at all. don't worry. i just like it. that's all.
10. birthdays! i love going to birthday parties and having birthday parties.
11. make-up. and blow dryers. and all my girlie products. haha
12. words like: brilliant and clever and inkling. and via. *brilliant and clever must be said in a british accent*
13. forever21=best store ever.
14. summer camp.
15. driving by myself listening to my ipod and singing along. haha
16. not caring what others think of me.
17. dishwashers. i love them and really appreciate them. a whole lot.
18. crying in movies.
19. this blog. and my readers. you are supa awesome. <3
20. when people spell my name correctly. haha "it's sydney like australia."
thanks for reading.
xoxo sydney
5.10.2010
the top reasons i think my family is embarrassing:
People always (ALWAYS) tell me i have a great family and such and such.
I know that.
And the random strangers obviously know that.
But sometimes my family embarrasses the heck outta me.
So here is a little peek into my life. Hopefully you'll see my point of view.
1) Yesterday, my mom wanted our whole family to go on a bike ride and because it was mother's day, we all complied. Not happily, i must say.
"Sydney, why wouldn't you want to go on a bike ride with your family?" you ask.
Well, when my family goes on bike rides we literally look like a PARADE going down the street. People stop and stare and point and count. My dad rides a pink bike. We have to stop and talk to everyone in the neighborhood. My dad rides a pink bike. My little sisters sing Taylor Swift very loudly.(the one verse they actually know. over and over and over and over.) My dad rides a PINK bike.
2) When we go to the mall, people stare and count. And say "Que linda" and "uno, dos, tres, quatro,...siete, ocho?! God bless you."
That's really the most awful thing to do to large families; Please don't count the kids.
Also we have some "inappropriate" ads and photos outside the stores in our mall. (i.e. victoria secret, abercrombie and fitch, etc.) My brothers walk past them with their hands over their eyes, yelling loudly, "OH MY GOSH, DON'T LOOK OVER THERE. I SAW A THONG. AHH ITS A BRA. EWWW NAKED PEOPLE. NO ONE LOOK, NO ONE LOOK!" Then they "power-walk" past. I'm usually torn between hiding between the fake trees or just breaking down in tears.
3) My dad feels the need to point out embarrassing or unnecessary facts about me to random strangers or people that sorta know me. Like when I first meet someone, i won't break out all the "unique" facts about me. (i.e i'm homeschooled, i have 7 brothers and sisters, i model.) I usually keep those secret until the 4th or 5th meeting. And then slowlyyyyyyy release that info over the course of several months to even several years.
Not my dad.
The other day our youth pastor and his family came over for dinner. (They don't know my family that well because my sister and I go to church by ourselves.) My dad opened the door and before I knew it, the youth pastor already knew my siblings middle names. I said to my dad through gritted teeth, "Don't you dare say my middle name." Of course, he did. " And this is my oldest, Sydney ____."
Greaaaaaaaaaat.
Before the night was over, the youth pastor knew that i am a super girlie-girl, I am scared that someone is going to slash my ankles in the parking lots at night, I am scared to death of homeless people, I don't want to go on mission trips, and that I had to memorize two books of the bible before i could drive by myself. That is wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy more information then I would give away in the whole friendship. argh.
4) People are constantly asking ME if my parents are "expecting" or planning on having another baby. In my head I am thinking.. "DO NOT ASK ME. I DON'T KNOW. ASK THEM. ITS THEIR PERSONAL LIFE AND I DO NOT WANT TO THINK ABOUT IT. KTHANKS." its so rude. and embarrassing.
I actually have been assumed to be the mother of my little brothers several times. Which means that my parents are too old to be havin' kids.
I'm sure there is more.
Now let me be clear, I *heart* my family and I know families are supposed to embarrass one another.
I don't want to offend anyone by this post.
Thanks for reading.
xoxoSydney
I know that.
And the random strangers obviously know that.
But sometimes my family embarrasses the heck outta me.
So here is a little peek into my life. Hopefully you'll see my point of view.
1) Yesterday, my mom wanted our whole family to go on a bike ride and because it was mother's day, we all complied. Not happily, i must say.
"Sydney, why wouldn't you want to go on a bike ride with your family?" you ask.
Well, when my family goes on bike rides we literally look like a PARADE going down the street. People stop and stare and point and count. My dad rides a pink bike. We have to stop and talk to everyone in the neighborhood. My dad rides a pink bike. My little sisters sing Taylor Swift very loudly.(the one verse they actually know. over and over and over and over.) My dad rides a PINK bike.
2) When we go to the mall, people stare and count. And say "Que linda" and "uno, dos, tres, quatro,...siete, ocho?! God bless you."
That's really the most awful thing to do to large families; Please don't count the kids.
Also we have some "inappropriate" ads and photos outside the stores in our mall. (i.e. victoria secret, abercrombie and fitch, etc.) My brothers walk past them with their hands over their eyes, yelling loudly, "OH MY GOSH, DON'T LOOK OVER THERE. I SAW A THONG. AHH ITS A BRA. EWWW NAKED PEOPLE. NO ONE LOOK, NO ONE LOOK!" Then they "power-walk" past. I'm usually torn between hiding between the fake trees or just breaking down in tears.
3) My dad feels the need to point out embarrassing or unnecessary facts about me to random strangers or people that sorta know me. Like when I first meet someone, i won't break out all the "unique" facts about me. (i.e i'm homeschooled, i have 7 brothers and sisters, i model.) I usually keep those secret until the 4th or 5th meeting. And then slowlyyyyyyy release that info over the course of several months to even several years.
Not my dad.
The other day our youth pastor and his family came over for dinner. (They don't know my family that well because my sister and I go to church by ourselves.) My dad opened the door and before I knew it, the youth pastor already knew my siblings middle names. I said to my dad through gritted teeth, "Don't you dare say my middle name." Of course, he did. " And this is my oldest, Sydney ____."
Greaaaaaaaaaat.
Before the night was over, the youth pastor knew that i am a super girlie-girl, I am scared that someone is going to slash my ankles in the parking lots at night, I am scared to death of homeless people, I don't want to go on mission trips, and that I had to memorize two books of the bible before i could drive by myself. That is wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy more information then I would give away in the whole friendship. argh.
4) People are constantly asking ME if my parents are "expecting" or planning on having another baby. In my head I am thinking.. "DO NOT ASK ME. I DON'T KNOW. ASK THEM. ITS THEIR PERSONAL LIFE AND I DO NOT WANT TO THINK ABOUT IT. KTHANKS." its so rude. and embarrassing.
I actually have been assumed to be the mother of my little brothers several times. Which means that my parents are too old to be havin' kids.
I'm sure there is more.
Now let me be clear, I *heart* my family and I know families are supposed to embarrass one another.
I don't want to offend anyone by this post.
Thanks for reading.
xoxoSydney
5.04.2010
May 4th already?
Okay and one more thing....
CAN YOU BELIEVE ITS ALREADY MAY 4TH?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
ahhhhh this year is flying by!!!!
May the "fourth" be with you. <3
Thanks for reading.
~Sydney
this is one boring post. sorry for that. kbye.
CAN YOU BELIEVE ITS ALREADY MAY 4TH?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
ahhhhh this year is flying by!!!!
May the "fourth" be with you. <3
Thanks for reading.
~Sydney
this is one boring post. sorry for that. kbye.
Hey guys!
Loooooonnnnnnngggggggg time, no post. yeah. sorry 'bout that.
Funny thing happened this weekend. not funny "haha", the other type of funny.
So on sunday we were just hanging out at home. the kids were in the pool and I was doing math homework.
of course.
anyways all of a sudden my sister comes in sobbing, i was like "what's wrong?"
and then my mom is like "SYDNEY! you have to take your brother to the fire station!"
(my dad was working) and i was like "okay, ill be right there."
Apparently my sister jumped in the pool and hit my brother. and split the skin right under his eye. ouchhhhhhh. its really gross and bleeding and I have to take him to the fire station.
real cool.
but, hey, its better then math homework, right?
so we pile into the car and i drive him down to the station. oh, i forgot to mention my dad wasn't answering his phone and no one was answering the station phone, so we were basically driving down there not knowing if anyone was there or if anyone would be there soon. when we got there (no one was there, of course) and we snuck around the station... hahaha i don't recommend it. anyway we were about to drive around the neighborhood looking for them when they pulled in. my dad got out of the truck and was like "somethings definitely wrong because sydney would not just come down to the fire station and sierra would NOT leave the house dressed like that."
*que the laughinggg :D*
so we took my brother inside and waited for rescue to come back.
5 minutes after in the car.
Funny thing happened this weekend. not funny "haha", the other type of funny.
So on sunday we were just hanging out at home. the kids were in the pool and I was doing math homework.
of course.
anyways all of a sudden my sister comes in sobbing, i was like "what's wrong?"
and then my mom is like "SYDNEY! you have to take your brother to the fire station!"
(my dad was working) and i was like "okay, ill be right there."
Apparently my sister jumped in the pool and hit my brother. and split the skin right under his eye. ouchhhhhhh. its really gross and bleeding and I have to take him to the fire station.
real cool.
but, hey, its better then math homework, right?
so we pile into the car and i drive him down to the station. oh, i forgot to mention my dad wasn't answering his phone and no one was answering the station phone, so we were basically driving down there not knowing if anyone was there or if anyone would be there soon. when we got there (no one was there, of course) and we snuck around the station... hahaha i don't recommend it. anyway we were about to drive around the neighborhood looking for them when they pulled in. my dad got out of the truck and was like "somethings definitely wrong because sydney would not just come down to the fire station and sierra would NOT leave the house dressed like that."
*que the laughinggg :D*
so we took my brother inside and waited for rescue to come back.
long story short my dad took him to the ER and no one stitched him up or glued his skin together.
5 minutes after in the car.
at the fire station
the day after. he really looks beat up. poor guy.
Thanks for reading!
~Sydney
PS this is NOT how i want to spend my sunday afternoon. kbye
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