tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508931845985416472024-03-05T11:36:29.453-08:00Rockin' in the Free WorldYou laugh until you crySydney Vivian Lambsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14269044723464098750noreply@blogger.comBlogger71125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650893184598541647.post-63991792725735770552010-03-23T10:10:00.000-07:002010-03-23T10:36:34.054-07:00Adultery?I feel like I am cheating on you. The thing is... there is another.<br /><br />I have another blog.<br /><br />I decided to post my blog for botswana on a more public sphere (i.e. placing it on peacecorpsjournals.com). I have loved sydmark, and I proud of the content. I feel like there are some personal posts and information that I don't necessarily want the whole world to know.<br /><br />I invite you to follow me to Botswana. Add www.sydneylambson.com to your google reader. I promise to still be as personal and frank as have always been! Do it!<br /><br />Love,<br /><br />SydSydney Vivian Lambsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14269044723464098750noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650893184598541647.post-16667135899573836912010-03-21T23:20:00.000-07:002010-03-21T23:38:20.146-07:00Perfect SundayI bought a Canon Rebel T1i. Isn't it beautiful? In lieu of my future departure to Botswana, I have purchasing a lot of things. Some are coming in the mail, some I am buying from the store. It's like Christmas. I feel indulgent. But I think that will change soon. But I haven't explored my new camera properly<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi00yNCVGs6r4ZI4dKlD07GKmZ-Yf52mkoEyM-yXE5ctTQiqGgopot2m1Z7_rsEpvvGBUsAa8U8clOztZCaFMG18EnxctJoAwLXfRTpGMm3McXwJSEx1jsb2YjSfsQOtL9MRq2ZNdxPgqKO/s1600-h/IMG_4127.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi00yNCVGs6r4ZI4dKlD07GKmZ-Yf52mkoEyM-yXE5ctTQiqGgopot2m1Z7_rsEpvvGBUsAa8U8clOztZCaFMG18EnxctJoAwLXfRTpGMm3McXwJSEx1jsb2YjSfsQOtL9MRq2ZNdxPgqKO/s400/IMG_4127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451340644836924610" border="0" /></a><br />Today was a perfect day for exploring. It was a beautiful spring day. This is probably the worst time of year for Utah. Because Utah weather is manic depressive. One day we will have this beautiful spring day with sun and warm weather and then the next day there will be a bone chilling storm that takes about a week to recover from. Take this past week for example. Yet, today was magnificent. It was a perfect Sunday. I went on a long walk/mini hike with my friend and we took Ziggy. We explored the diverse terrain of Highland.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2sFMH62KO3sFRvZL7eesH6r-yvAtkJUrU57H0TKZw7bvwOVJ-f5-oTWO-73lXyGkau9Vql8GFiHHLI1Dv7RvKUZPfCqiJaeq07M4czRePxgPbt0gc7xqt4rZZ9RlwUihSKqNsq32Keb2o/s1600-h/IMG_4153.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2sFMH62KO3sFRvZL7eesH6r-yvAtkJUrU57H0TKZw7bvwOVJ-f5-oTWO-73lXyGkau9Vql8GFiHHLI1Dv7RvKUZPfCqiJaeq07M4czRePxgPbt0gc7xqt4rZZ9RlwUihSKqNsq32Keb2o/s400/IMG_4153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451340655449143474" border="0" /></a><br />And then we found a horse... and cows. I was a bit scared of the horse, but he was sweet and wanted to be touched. All he needed was a little TLC. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqp9BsNM8GFwrJBmPxkmMiaUc4X0WCqfI2ZB6v7oHQGceysegBze9a1GISoF3l1YrU9_9NoBZhT8h4tPUpFdsghstpTyaWyMh_2LviVyNepnTZy_wv6CmPcaoQXrafWuH6D1qsLm_RgZtv/s1600-h/IMG_4133.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqp9BsNM8GFwrJBmPxkmMiaUc4X0WCqfI2ZB6v7oHQGceysegBze9a1GISoF3l1YrU9_9NoBZhT8h4tPUpFdsghstpTyaWyMh_2LviVyNepnTZy_wv6CmPcaoQXrafWuH6D1qsLm_RgZtv/s400/IMG_4133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451340662859454290" border="0" /></a>Sydney Vivian Lambsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14269044723464098750noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650893184598541647.post-28542527617841064012010-03-06T14:48:00.000-08:002010-03-06T15:44:46.168-08:00Chicago, I love youPeople! I am leaving in less in five weeks! The weekend before I leave, I am going to have a big party with big music and big hair. I hope you plan on attending. One of my best friends is leaving a week before me to go on her mission. She is so awesome, she is going to be fantastic.<br /><br />Speaking of fantastic, I love Chicago. It was cold, but glorious. On the first day there, I was able to explore the city with my friend <a href="www.courtneyelizabeth28.blogspot.com">Courtney</a>. We had delicious tea from Argo tea. The friendly people over at Argo tea recognize the need for spectacular herbal tea. One drink they combined white chocolate, soy milk and rooibos tea. Best. idea. ever. Have I told you I am excited to go to Botswana and drink endless amounts of red bush tea? We went to the Art Instittute of Chicago... for free. Love free february at the institute. Then later that night, Courtney and I skated at the Millenium Park. And this picture is a testament that Courtney cannot skate straight. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVROaGvEC5oMySXChvQVBi8SFAhlsBZ-KKX5M8xu58JjxROlZVfgWnfVKF6NL5TEr5U67c4zZS1nVq22-hk6jIDl1fjAjGTz0XVbyywp6hyphenhyphenD_dSIKcHf7F3dXCZVsP5gKpOq_Srz9b7d4f/s1600-h/IMG_3854.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVROaGvEC5oMySXChvQVBi8SFAhlsBZ-KKX5M8xu58JjxROlZVfgWnfVKF6NL5TEr5U67c4zZS1nVq22-hk6jIDl1fjAjGTz0XVbyywp6hyphenhyphenD_dSIKcHf7F3dXCZVsP5gKpOq_Srz9b7d4f/s400/IMG_3854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445661916505368546" border="0" /></a>The rest of the week was filled with presentations and tasty food. I told myself before that I was going to eat good food, mission accomplished. I received my official invite to the Peace Corps while we were in Chicago. But I couldn't really focus on it, until after I finished my presentation on Wednesday afternoon. That night, my brother Paul flew in on his way to Milwaukee, and he took me and some of my colleagues out to dinner in Greek Town. I sware when I finally get a job that pays money, I am going to take pity on poor college kids and pay for meals or tax rides and I will say 'my pleasure.' Thanks Paul!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1G6mIGptHQp_vb5kYaQqP2IzAIqPP-nk1eutsoKAv4OMo3XBW7C2bIWItJFwVFMvOQqYDlRTplCwba-xwU61sSRqrrDCEHDQQ_XBFgqAKLhzq-LUxL7fB_ISSy4-YOPtnHtO2DWXEu9ed/s1600-h/IMG_3869.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1G6mIGptHQp_vb5kYaQqP2IzAIqPP-nk1eutsoKAv4OMo3XBW7C2bIWItJFwVFMvOQqYDlRTplCwba-xwU61sSRqrrDCEHDQQ_XBFgqAKLhzq-LUxL7fB_ISSy4-YOPtnHtO2DWXEu9ed/s400/IMG_3869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445661927632623394" border="0" /></a><br />On my last day, Brittany and I took an excursion around town and had a blast infront of the bean at the Millenium park. I mean, Chicago has a rapid transport system and a big art form that you can take pictures at and get the background of the city in your picture... how can one city get better? <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg353qwDnx8-9mI2A5LJl6mqu7C19arGUlVjjaYrNKIm-3QUbPoyJ7zqmX4YHBm4NMMLdJKnM4I4TkqT_Gin3u3LNdr0aP2S37nKZP8q_2tF6AYUYZ6IrPfteaSlDiVbZMKsudrWQaSu0H/s1600-h/IMG_3873.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg353qwDnx8-9mI2A5LJl6mqu7C19arGUlVjjaYrNKIm-3QUbPoyJ7zqmX4YHBm4NMMLdJKnM4I4TkqT_Gin3u3LNdr0aP2S37nKZP8q_2tF6AYUYZ6IrPfteaSlDiVbZMKsudrWQaSu0H/s400/IMG_3873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445661908907265458" border="0" /></a>I am going to the <a href="www.byuhungerbanquet.com">Hunger Banquet</a> tonight! I am nervous and excited. I feel so much emotional tension. Will I be able to just sit there, without contributing. The Hunger Banquet has been one of my <a href="http://sydmark.blogspot.com/2009/03/hunger-feast-3000.html">greatest accomplishments</a> (i mean not my accomplishment, but a group project), can i let go? I hear it is best yet! sigh.Sydney Vivian Lambsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14269044723464098750noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650893184598541647.post-63536136971365746262010-03-02T21:32:00.001-08:002010-03-02T21:37:06.350-08:00Botswana 2010-2012<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzc2NVqfLiGythz8BYuhpKjreac9FOh8pS7m2F99ul-dKWeyEOKQb4smPE-WyvB9yS9xXc0DV-Rt8bKVxsLxZzxa2piIJsl_YhDM6YX5otLrN7OP3zKDvi8C3IAtRi3Eu_XyYvgO9bvpnq/s1600-h/600px-Flag_of_Botswana.svg.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzc2NVqfLiGythz8BYuhpKjreac9FOh8pS7m2F99ul-dKWeyEOKQb4smPE-WyvB9yS9xXc0DV-Rt8bKVxsLxZzxa2piIJsl_YhDM6YX5otLrN7OP3zKDvi8C3IAtRi3Eu_XyYvgO9bvpnq/s400/600px-Flag_of_Botswana.svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444276487537524834" border="0" /></a><br />I have things to say. First, I am going to Botswana on April 7th for 27 months, two years and three months as a Community Capacity Builder with with the HIV/AIDS program. About one year ago I applied to the Peace Corps. There were a lot of events and people that influenced my decision to apply to this organization. I remember going to a career fair with my friend during my junior year. There was a Peace Corps booth but no recruiter so I took a booklet and moved on. That booklet has sat on my nightstand for the last three years. I liked the idea, but I had never meet any one that had done it. I had heard things about volunteers and about the organization but all hearsay, nothing substantial. I remember entering into my last semester at BYU. I had the desire to go to grad school, but I needed time to not be a student. I sat down with my mentor, Joan Dixon, asking her about how I could get into the field of International Development, and she mentioned the Peace Corps and we chatted for a while. Thinking, yeah… I’ll try it out, see what happens.<br />The application was daunting and I almost didn’t finish it. But then I took this trip to DC and instantly I meet someone on the bus who had just gotten back from Ghana and then my GW contact had gone to South America. I can’t remember their stories, but it was the extra push I needed.<br />And then I waited, for what seemed forever. I went through a lot during that time- Graduation, Nepal, My Parent’s Basement, Unemployment, Homeless Shelter. But still, at the back of my mind, I always had this looming possibility. I felt qualified, but what if…<br />I had been told back in June, that in order to become qualified for a potential position leaving around May 2010, I would have to start gaining HIV/AIDS experience. After a lot of set backs, I finally meet Heather Bush at the Utah Department of Health, who opened my doors to brand new experiences. In the training to become a counselor and instructor, I was pushed beyond my comfort level, but challenged to look at my life and my background in a new way. <br />Just today I received my invitation from the Peace Corps. (I found out a couple of days ago that it was coming in the mail!). I still have a lot to process. But for now, I am excited.<br /><br />PS Chicago is great. I have had a lot of great tea! Yummy!Sydney Vivian Lambsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14269044723464098750noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650893184598541647.post-6398134617508640432010-02-20T21:01:00.000-08:002010-02-20T22:53:05.343-08:00Working in the CommunityThe other night, a distressed refugee came into the shelter, looking for safety for her and her seven kids. An eviction notice was looming in the future and she had no options. A dutiful relief society president was by her side, recording phone numbers and community resources that would assist in their search for hope. I liked pulling out the <a href="http://211ut.org/">211 </a>Social Services directory and watching the panic drain out of their faces. They eventually felt hopeful enough to leave and try their luck with the vast amount of community resources. Do you know that you can call 211 from any phone and be connected to any social service agency in Utah? They are nice and helpful and can answer all your questions. You should just do it. It makes be feel warm inside to know there are such things in this state. Because, more than giving out shampoo, more than coordinating family dinners, more than seeing families move out of the shelter, I like telling people about community resources. I love it! I see community development and collaboration in my future, at least that is what the eight ball told. And it doesn't lie. <br /><br />People ask me if I ever go home crying, if what I see at the shelter effects me emotionally. When I went to interview, I will be honest, I was scared to be there. But mostly, you get used to it. But I am a firm believer that humans can get used to almost anything. Squatter toilets, no electricity, Nothing distresses me much any more, maybe I have a cold heart. But I think I have learned to decipher what is real. It's sad to see kids living in the shelter, but they love it, they have tons of fun, it is more sad when parents go to the hospital for drug overdose and then their kids get taken away. That is worse.Sydney Vivian Lambsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14269044723464098750noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650893184598541647.post-72590130588956303302010-02-07T21:06:00.000-08:002010-02-07T21:42:54.050-08:00A Bit of a JunkieTonight, was the final episode of BBC's newest version of<a href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/masterpiece/emma/watch.html"> <span style="font-style: italic;">Emma</span></a>. My mother and I have always been a fan of Masterpiece Theater, ever since I was little. It is where I discovered beautiful stories about suppressed young women plagued by a misfortune of birth, wealth, family or situation only to be relieved by a man. But not really. I mean, some of these women are strong and can break themselves free, it just seems to make the story better when a dashing young man (Matthew McFadyen!) is involved like in<span style="font-style: italic;"></span> the beautiful and heartwarming <a href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/masterpiece/littledorrit/"><span style="font-style: italic;">Litte Dorit</span></a>. So many films that I have loved. Such as, <span style="font-style: italic;">Wives & Daughters, North & South, The Forsyte Saga, </span><span style="font-style: italic;">, </span>the new and old versions of <span style="font-style: italic;">Persusion, Sense & Sensibilty</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">Mansfield Park</span>, and the more recent additions like <span style="font-style: italic;">Cramford </span>and <span style="font-style: italic;">Northanger Abby.</span> These Sundays at 8 o'clock are real treasures for me. And this newest version of <span style="font-style: italic;">Emma </span>is heads and shoulders above the <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0116191/">Gwenyth Paltrow version</a>, in fact I never liked <span style="font-style: italic;">Emma</span> until I saw this one. Oh Mr. Knightly...<br />But tonight, after the final episode, there was this little gem of show. It is called <span style="font-style: italic;">Lost in Austen. </span>It is about a modern British girl who switches places with Elizabeth Bennet. It sound hocky but it actually really funny. If you are a Pride & Prejudice junkie then you will probably love it<br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BfPmwtOOUOs&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BfPmwtOOUOs&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object>Sydney Vivian Lambsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14269044723464098750noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650893184598541647.post-12621492255533998532010-02-03T14:56:00.001-08:002010-02-03T15:07:25.444-08:00A Heart Full of Tea<div>If you were thinking about being my valentine's day lover could you get me this from <a href="http://www.adagio.com/gifts/holiday_blooming_teas.html">adiago teas</a>? I mean, I wouldn't drink it because I have this very hostile relationship with caffiene but I would look at it and perhaps serve others the beautiful tea. In fact, you could get me anything herbal from this website and I would be yours. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 322px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434155536201295906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoCTyzRXm1F3egeVeO7zqtd7Wc_1gOZ4tAabTOLltqDr8X6S7Ylwv9wELhX8gAee5Vqq9HBlY2dMAhuMeMKG9WD9wxnRuxRD5xY85FywMPq5XCllr_opLi2q2kViWb4iG-oyPXt_Pajlga/s400/valentine's+day+gift.bmp" /></div>Sydney Vivian Lambsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14269044723464098750noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650893184598541647.post-72465248949406032322010-02-02T11:09:00.001-08:002010-02-02T23:43:35.954-08:00All Things GoWorking 40 hours a week is a beast. I mean, I like my job. It is an adventure all the time, but it feels like work. And I know I am underemployed, doing a job that does not require my skill level (whatever that may be). I am antsy to take on more, rather than just schedule volunteer activities or smile at donors or tell kids to stop running. I can do more, I am sure of it. Knowing that my job will only last until the beginning of April, I dream of what I will do when I have spare time and can go visit my siblings or finish my quilt. It is such a paradox, I hate being unemployed but employment feels a bit like prison. What is that?<br /><br />But to sooth over my feeling of being grounded, I am going to Chicago! At the beginning of March, I will be presenting in a conference, a real, legit conference. It is the Comparative and International Education Society Conference. Some of my colleagues from my Nepal adventures are presenting a paper titled "21st Century Technology in Nepal: How Youth Technology Leaders Communicate and Collaborate in Rural Himalayan Villages." Exciting, no? We kind of have no idea what we are doing... but the point is I am going to Chicago for a week! I am going to find some tea stops, maybe watch a tapping of Opera, and walk around. If you've been, tell me what to do. It's my first time!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_BmSPgQ3GmwfkkJEoM3JvjJU8wQZmnuhkCozufDd1YPIsvg7xqPhLBPvoLNck7ap-DIgOqhmazi3Fj5xiTu5SdtK9UJUUgSS2Jpn3h3tIOlLWaXhUj8neoSrL9r9OFHyToTquxIocVlKj/s1600-h/eatingweekends-chicago.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 163px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_BmSPgQ3GmwfkkJEoM3JvjJU8wQZmnuhkCozufDd1YPIsvg7xqPhLBPvoLNck7ap-DIgOqhmazi3Fj5xiTu5SdtK9UJUUgSS2Jpn3h3tIOlLWaXhUj8neoSrL9r9OFHyToTquxIocVlKj/s400/eatingweekends-chicago.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433919345778804450" border="0" /></a>Sydney Vivian Lambsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14269044723464098750noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650893184598541647.post-14478940263915491232010-01-17T15:43:00.000-08:002010-01-17T18:03:34.793-08:00Soup is for LoversI just made that most incredible soup and I feel like the world needs to know about it. Have you ever had the Olive Garden's soup and salad for the lunch special? Well, I made the Zupa Toscana and it tasted just like the restaurant soup. But because I had made it... it tasted better. It was like I had reached nirvana with every spoonful of cream, kale, potatao and sausage. I finally get what all those Hindus in India were talking about. But seriously, incredible. <br /><br />Try it, you won't be disappointed. <br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Zupa Tuscana Soup<br />1lb. spicy italian sausage, crumbled<br />1/2lb. smoked bacon, chopped (or bacon bits)<br />1 quart water<br />2 14oz cans chicken broth<br />2 large russet potatoes, scrubbed clean and cubed<br />2 garlic cloves, peeled and crushed (or minced garlic)<br />1 medium onion, chopped<br />2 C. kale, chopped (or 3 C because it is so good!)<br />1 C. heavy whipping cream (I ain't scared)<br />salt and pepper to taste (mostly just pepper<br /><br />In a skillet over medium-high heat, brown sausage, breaking into small pieces as you cook. Rinse and set aside. Brown bacon. Place water, broth, potatoes, garlic, and onion in soup pot. Simmer over medium heat until potatoes are tender. Add sausage and bacon. Simmer for 10 minutes. Add Kale and cream. Season with salt and pepper to taste. Heat through. <br /></span>Sydney Vivian Lambsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14269044723464098750noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650893184598541647.post-30816926592132073502009-12-31T23:58:00.000-08:002010-01-02T11:01:51.375-08:00Obsessions of 2009<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">How does one describe a year or access the impact of one year, one year of my life? But it all seems so present and organic that it is hard to classify a year. I graduated, had an internship, got a real job, finished my first knitting project, bought a car and went yurting. Seems like an eventful year. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Here is a list of obessions I have had during the year 2009.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5LlP42YIkjGFuJqQyMhg8g52lHkIajUplqrzWnpfb09kwVqZ_8iTcbi7KZUrC4eXtsclePmPUsYc7t1-ac2YwBngv5P1pPoyQXiUnABw7y3VwfuYemilHLQTCglhlo0o66xNYHiqnYZrS/s1600-h/bird.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5LlP42YIkjGFuJqQyMhg8g52lHkIajUplqrzWnpfb09kwVqZ_8iTcbi7KZUrC4eXtsclePmPUsYc7t1-ac2YwBngv5P1pPoyQXiUnABw7y3VwfuYemilHLQTCglhlo0o66xNYHiqnYZrS/s200/bird.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422194690191431762" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjseK61bKcpa6GMaD0Nl8zIXmCWOuB1RhdL94YkRM3_nvp4INGMTPfLkWdg4Ts7oac8fOZsWu2uQMdosP4aqr_CpxtTs49wgaMFq7Twpe3JfCSvBvZYM5zLrhbSbabBlGlvgzgFBj7vXA3T/s1600-h/Piles_web-1.gif"></a>1. Andrew Bird . Early on last year, his album 'Noble Beast' came out. I listened to it non stop. And I still listen to it pretty often but my obsession has subsided. And I don't really understand the lyrics all that much but i feel like if I did then somehow it would be about me. And during 2009, I saw him in concert and he was everything I wanted and more. A man with a violin and a voice, what more could you ask for. My fav is '</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:arial;"><a href="http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/search/songs/?query=tenuousness"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">tenuousness</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">'.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">2. Making a meaningful impact. As I was getting ready to end my undergraduate I was exploring what I could do with this time in my life. And all I really want to do is make a difference that is positive and meaningful. </span></div><div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc1jFjie7322NPNCG5oIINUUCFEdumfYaM-HVV2r1Mk5BfZRpTl0oDtTnDUShSPseUbvu5VA7cBDBU9eJMpWgc4TdozBRF8-PYQU36vTdJ2Bi32kOJwStQp6vX7qti5PDLOg86suXHNvMm/s200/aids1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422194578995368818" /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK2bQH0P-GjEKI9F_zZjkBSUJpIQn1_Yax9-Y6DG17Q8ofhvNSgjSzj22fHLkSJL_QxYV6ekDXdzAFMRjyY6Yr-tuAW0EEVkWAfM4-MoqOHSFUw-9n7oT-mp6XcwuMGOM1m7SmEge8HZp4/s1600-h/6q1abzt.jpg"></a>3. HIV/AIDS. In August, I started volunteering with Utah Aids Foundation and now I have shifted to the Utah Department of Health volunteering with the HIV/AIDS prevention program. I have read test result, swabbed people's mouth, pricked their fingers and made STD spreadsheets. I have learned a lot about sexually transmitted diseases since then and I plan on learning even more this coming 2010. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">4. Cooking. Now that I live at my parent's house I have been able to cook all the things I never had the time or energy to cook when I was in college. Like </span><a href="http://www.realsimple.com/food-recipes/browse-all-recipes/creamy-rice-roasted-shrimp-recipe-00000000020563/index.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">this </span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">awesome creamy rice and shrimp recipe and endless amounts of cookie dough. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">5. Birthing. I know I have mentioned it before, but I think it is amazing that women can produce little creatures. Our bodies are amazing!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 145px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3MIK3NtHmW2OchDr_QMJVoW8mHJbtIDAdLiLHGJzZ1u2T1AAzzI16bYKPmoVwmIL4y1Wjw_gE6dolGdZrobAhvkDRipjQfnlnsCMJNZlvLklBl4aLi4pob-QXSNmG23BAItIgX-whpxkH/s200/Piles_web-1.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422210411930074178" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">6. Writing Resumes. I spent a good portion of 2009 writing and rewriting resumes. And not just my own but other people's. And a lot of time it does feel like you have to display every single good quality you have or else the potential employer will never see how awesome you are. Rock on for kick butt resumes.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">7. Nepal. Nepal was epic and it continues to come to me in my daydreams. And every once in a while I am reminded that I was in a</span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z6iTHhVMYwk"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> commercial</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> in Nepal. Viva Nepal!</span></div><div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4ZvSa15E4gXtOc7AGOV6OLKw30qLhnMzFj-eIRCkEMerDu3ypy3zedpwRj27vzRnBiT72mDxAH_FagvC_maxroqFE3rV1qJ3NznmjJXKYV_Ti8V77XkXw6xz_czslG577EcRSjTlonK_h/s200/6q1abzt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422218146959604482" /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">8. Not taking the Graduate Record Exam. I have intentions to go to grad school someday soon, maybe in like three years. And I hear that it is best to take it while you are in school or right after. Something about studying being easier. In my last semester of college I had plans to take the test and then I rescheduled it like two time and then I just dropped it. And I have had this book sitting on my night stand for about five months and it is the last thing I want to do. I can't even express to you how much I do not want to study for this test. Ugh. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Sydney Vivian Lambsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14269044723464098750noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650893184598541647.post-71333966833364263242009-12-26T22:50:00.000-08:002009-12-26T23:24:33.004-08:00This is my Christmas Post<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">It sucks not having two whole weeks off for Christmas Break. What is this being an adult crap? Nothing is free anymore. I had to work on Christmas Eve and for a little bit on Christmas day. Having said that, I have been having a fantastic holiday break (without the break part).</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">1. Last weekend I went up to East Canyon State Park and stayed overnight in a yurt. Which was awesome and also very posh. Inside the yurt there was a fireplace and beds and electricity. So it was kind of like a hotel room in a yurt... without the bathroom. But the bathroom was only just outside. In the morning we went snowshoeing and wandered around the frozen lake in our snowshoes (not the best idea). I loved reconnecting with dear friends, talking about real things and remembering that there are people in the world that get you. </span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPR10weP9rvt82Dj6HFrZu_NG4sWpD0oQB9kWqm7pVV0TyLdqSNomVNtfUBOM9v-DvFub9lqYkLofWXqBg9tXN6sYkoJdTQlchyphenhyphenHnpDZIT44jI8MJkXbnnQXIZjUNQSry7OsodNoNdiivZ/s1600-h/IMG_3776.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPR10weP9rvt82Dj6HFrZu_NG4sWpD0oQB9kWqm7pVV0TyLdqSNomVNtfUBOM9v-DvFub9lqYkLofWXqBg9tXN6sYkoJdTQlchyphenhyphenHnpDZIT44jI8MJkXbnnQXIZjUNQSry7OsodNoNdiivZ/s400/IMG_3776.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419807279491536610" /></a>Inside the Yurt. So so cozy<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT3x6Mkc4tGEJ3vpl49J0gjOVjHdXLk6Asbz10OE1qixTdm4eFlEsynbeVWw5zC1Z613s6A-JudupvdGs8q5FxeNJ-skb-Ow8SITc5SOC9HLqa94NIGCWAg4Vwdg6LHtVrnLpNH1kV5X8E/s1600-h/IMG_3790.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT3x6Mkc4tGEJ3vpl49J0gjOVjHdXLk6Asbz10OE1qixTdm4eFlEsynbeVWw5zC1Z613s6A-JudupvdGs8q5FxeNJ-skb-Ow8SITc5SOC9HLqa94NIGCWAg4Vwdg6LHtVrnLpNH1kV5X8E/s400/IMG_3790.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419807270926855122" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">2. I went sledding with Sam, Mallory, Ziggy and the rents. How beautiful it seems to live in a place where a sledding hill is just down the street from your house. My reality has shifted so much from even 3 years ago where we spent Christmas in our house in Arizona where we could eat dinner outside and watched snow falling on the television. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">3. Working on Christmas. Didn't I just say I hated this? For about two months I have been worried about what Christmas morning would be like for families in the shelter and feeling like it was up to me to make sure that the residents would forget that they were homeless, if only for this one day. There was a lot of joy that morning and I am so relieved and excited that the morning and evening was a success and even more that I could be a part of it. And glad that it is over.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">4. Being with my family has been pretty rockin. Today, Paul and I went snowboarding at Canyon's and it was majestic. Even though I got a bloody nose, there were worse things that could have happened. <br /><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Stayed tuned for Obsessions of 2009... it's going to be epic<br /></span><br /></div>Sydney Vivian Lambsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14269044723464098750noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650893184598541647.post-84582389681665955672009-12-14T10:48:00.000-08:002009-12-14T11:03:59.225-08:00Stuffing and family picturesThanksgiving was awesome, awesome, awesome. My family finally took new family pictures. I am not hesitant to show off pictures of my gorgeous family but my mom is freaked out that they are going to be used on faulty weight loss ads and then our pictures will be on at least 100 hundred different web pages. So if you plan on doing that, maybe choose a different family.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-ijnnWn1D31guCKIf0J8Wvlosvcj5MeRaq_QYvUkInpGQedcae_yqsprv6y9vLsktBNObTlYOecNI9J6F2fI_hG0bDeDJYXHEBZRdiquWdxBgjI49zueuwEHldez1xUuRQqknkfBI1c0r/s1600-h/DSC_0224.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-ijnnWn1D31guCKIf0J8Wvlosvcj5MeRaq_QYvUkInpGQedcae_yqsprv6y9vLsktBNObTlYOecNI9J6F2fI_hG0bDeDJYXHEBZRdiquWdxBgjI49zueuwEHldez1xUuRQqknkfBI1c0r/s400/DSC_0224.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415166235293379538" border="0" /></a>My sister and I discovered that we dyed out hair the same exact color. Which makes us look like twins... or just sisters. The boy standing next to her in the brown is my soon to be brother-in-law, Zach. He is hip, well read, and dresses like Will from Glee which makes him nothing like us, but we welcome him and his matching socks! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgewBiUmvEonMNHVnAWcGSGBa0mM50PKtFAk6mXjuEyaxYa-pIz5Rigi4B8JKGRXuU8xc5eU8d71qxKBr0lEhJBQJPCELmr1VyZwTfETiwu8-TfImUQPNqGqa4j6e2e7v30Ca6zVQ1o5CSo/s1600-h/DSC_0131.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgewBiUmvEonMNHVnAWcGSGBa0mM50PKtFAk6mXjuEyaxYa-pIz5Rigi4B8JKGRXuU8xc5eU8d71qxKBr0lEhJBQJPCELmr1VyZwTfETiwu8-TfImUQPNqGqa4j6e2e7v30Ca6zVQ1o5CSo/s400/DSC_0131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415166228760986386" border="0" /></a>This picture is the best. My dad, brothers and Zach frolicking in the field with Ziggy soaring through the grass. Sam looks interesting, doesn't he? My question is... what kind of company could use this picture for an ad?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuFLbUMpbX0UODzvEp3zn_rwILeaf2YL4Pi5zebWoRMDAATW1E2dyg_7rmSIdT3rML6oTWlazwqxTqB28tmyMqgKrWp7DeFqrKgNNfpKbYUyP8U62YnQ1HOkXNRhe97NvqAIaI3l3XqKfT/s1600-h/DSC_0025.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuFLbUMpbX0UODzvEp3zn_rwILeaf2YL4Pi5zebWoRMDAATW1E2dyg_7rmSIdT3rML6oTWlazwqxTqB28tmyMqgKrWp7DeFqrKgNNfpKbYUyP8U62YnQ1HOkXNRhe97NvqAIaI3l3XqKfT/s400/DSC_0025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415166223671058034" border="0" /></a><br />Peace outSydney Vivian Lambsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14269044723464098750noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650893184598541647.post-41365827796870385692009-11-21T11:13:00.000-08:002009-11-21T11:18:42.650-08:00FACT<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVZDshczgIjIwBJqaTl910E20xkQzASv0Uu3yMvYW9cd4qbVqGj_JctKzaF08E9_P6EhatGxmLdqJWkitu6uCsSrRZkmakdMnMDoyp4hMf6SqDXtt3ECageFbYRTsfmBhtHExbMrcgf-ZD/s1600/Recitation34.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVZDshczgIjIwBJqaTl910E20xkQzASv0Uu3yMvYW9cd4qbVqGj_JctKzaF08E9_P6EhatGxmLdqJWkitu6uCsSrRZkmakdMnMDoyp4hMf6SqDXtt3ECageFbYRTsfmBhtHExbMrcgf-ZD/s400/Recitation34.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406637268204427666" /></a>I am hesitant to share my <a href="http://survivingtheworld.net/Recitation34.html">opinion</a> because I know that I am offending a lot of my friends. But one day we will have to wake up and face the music. Sydney Vivian Lambsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14269044723464098750noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650893184598541647.post-34429639244748724172009-11-18T11:12:00.000-08:002009-11-18T11:44:00.535-08:00Happy Birthday Sam!My parent left town and left me to be the guardian and care taker of my dog. He is cute flat faced pug but also very needy. He has to be touching a person at all times. Rarely does my mood every match his. It's weird, it's like I am never in the mood to run around the house like a crazy person. Where has all my energy gone? Sometimes, I look at the my little kid friends and become jealous of their stamina. The other day, Kaliegh ran circles around me for ten minutes saying, 'can we do it now, can we do it now...' How can she do it that? I want that!<div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitNgPd1UsYPJoVSkm2CKAKC1xGs_MLj-wt7eg6o8NUIHRvy2qCIH-iUjAOsF57eAuahyphenhyphenaBAHedRoPfleeG6MPbnpSPvFVC5YLZSbKGPEQB_mrQ4wuAEGcc78SQUm9u5CLBj8ZnFNRvFvHI/s1600/IMG_2215.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitNgPd1UsYPJoVSkm2CKAKC1xGs_MLj-wt7eg6o8NUIHRvy2qCIH-iUjAOsF57eAuahyphenhyphenaBAHedRoPfleeG6MPbnpSPvFVC5YLZSbKGPEQB_mrQ4wuAEGcc78SQUm9u5CLBj8ZnFNRvFvHI/s200/IMG_2215.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405529777597609602" /></a><br /></div><div>Today is Sam's birthday! He is 26 years old! What what! When he got back from his mission, he started school at BYU. We practically started at the same time. And for awhile, before my parents made the exodus to the lovely deseret, he was all I had. It seemed like, as the youngest child, I was always wanting to grow up so that my siblings could see me as a competent, intelligent peer. Finally, I had been given this chance to prove to Sam that I was just like him. Once i got over this complex of mine, I learned to appreciate everything that Sam was and is and I enjoyed so much, watching him grow up and find the woman of his dreams. And while I am happy for him that he has a job and lives in Oregon with Lizzy-baby, I miss him and wish he were here to laugh with and give me advice. Is this public enough? Happy Birhday big brother!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-m7jwkIJlKlMBf1O2QUjy4pYaeTFemXcg1JSVZ-LWQPhvd3whjvKB5euLb234Bd4WyQx8bcba1cgHmAoVbPeYeyQiv4msNXWxisI6U98WFLwAa2a56SXW69Z_cGBFbIAT5UhCy7zkxBRc/s1600/IMG_5747.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-m7jwkIJlKlMBf1O2QUjy4pYaeTFemXcg1JSVZ-LWQPhvd3whjvKB5euLb234Bd4WyQx8bcba1cgHmAoVbPeYeyQiv4msNXWxisI6U98WFLwAa2a56SXW69Z_cGBFbIAT5UhCy7zkxBRc/s200/IMG_5747.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405529767811923890" /></a>Sydney Vivian Lambsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14269044723464098750noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650893184598541647.post-45042003540258445712009-10-30T21:36:00.000-07:002009-10-30T21:50:04.385-07:00Karaoke 24/7My coworkers take a very liberal amount of smoking breaks and i feel myself being left out. It's like that episode of The Office where Dwight moves the water fountain-thing to his desk so he could hear the work gossip. But I was thinking that if my coworkers took karaoke breaks instead, I would join them. But alas, they didn't think I was serious. Maybe in the next life or maybe in Japan. <br /><br />Today, my Dad showed me the stun gun he bought me. He is afraid for the safety of his youngest daughter. The streets of Salt Lake can be a beast. Look out world. I have a stun gun<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgykyhPIixwy3dP6J9bsgnW1Ef-y4xo75zoekKo5bUl3w0etVFS7c0M0AtltEXZa4_IL9_xZztvAxr9gkM_5J8hpoTFD_kQ0ZMNYQzNtkGkvMl_PRqfimxPOWSJ6lrb39HPHMbuNuPf-ogd/s1600-h/StunGun.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgykyhPIixwy3dP6J9bsgnW1Ef-y4xo75zoekKo5bUl3w0etVFS7c0M0AtltEXZa4_IL9_xZztvAxr9gkM_5J8hpoTFD_kQ0ZMNYQzNtkGkvMl_PRqfimxPOWSJ6lrb39HPHMbuNuPf-ogd/s200/StunGun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398618669198535346" border="0" /></a>Sydney Vivian Lambsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14269044723464098750noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650893184598541647.post-55432674886647919042009-10-10T16:16:00.000-07:002009-10-10T16:19:24.142-07:00StardomMy friend, Ramita, brought the dvd of my <a href="http://sydmark.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-on-big-screens.html">Nepali commercial</a> to america.<br /><br />Here it is.... the moment you have been waiting for...<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z6iTHhVMYwk&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z6iTHhVMYwk&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Sydney Vivian Lambsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14269044723464098750noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650893184598541647.post-37836862752396485592009-10-07T21:43:00.001-07:002009-10-22T22:11:24.100-07:00Just stop and shake it upA week ago, I sang karaoke for an hour and a half by myself. I need to make myself perfectly clear when i say I love karaoke.<br /><br />I can do things for myself and by myself. I can go to the store by myself and I can take my lunch breaks by myself. Last night, I went to a Blitzen Trapper concert all by my lonesome. It wasn't the first time. When I was sixteen I went to the Fiesta Mall to watch Avril Lavigne. There. I did it. Skeleton out of the closet. The thing is... I really needed to see Blitzen Trapper and I was sure I could get someone to go with me, but that didn't happen. I work like a block away from the venue and i got off of work just as the concert was starting. All the cards were in place. So I went. And Blitzen Trapper was amazing. Once they hit the stage it didn't matter that I was alone because there was this incredible amount of energy that wrapped me into the music and the perfromance.Sydney Vivian Lambsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14269044723464098750noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650893184598541647.post-48677788826776900002009-10-01T20:49:00.000-07:002009-10-01T21:03:51.994-07:00Ridin DirtySo I have been more than a little obsessed with Heroes for the past two months. Just two weeks ago there was the season premiere and I was all confused. But than I remembered that they do this to me every season premiere, they start somewhere in the future and work back. But this was too out of wack. So i did some digging and discovered that my season three was missing ten episodes! TEN EPISODES! what the? But with the help of my friend Chaela, I am rectifying that situation and am well on my way to being caught up.<br /><br />SAVE THE CHEERLEADER, SAVE THE WORLD!<br /><br />But today, I got a job. I am now the volunteer coordinator at The Road Home's Emergency Winter Homeless Shelter. So I am your hook up to volunteering. I can even begin to tell you how lucky and blessed I feel. Two months of waiting and watching heroes and my first professional job has finally come! I am ecstatic.<br /><br />Also, to top of the day I bought a car. I am now a proud owner of a 2000 dodge stratus. Some of you who know me may be shocked because I have expressed my wishes on never owning a car. I thought this day wouldn't come until I had at least four kids, but curse Utah and it's fault transport system. But now I have a car. My first car. And I bought it. With my own money. Eat that.<br />Now for a name. I am taking suggestions...Sydney Vivian Lambsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14269044723464098750noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650893184598541647.post-12956656567759024172009-09-08T20:54:00.000-07:002009-09-08T21:12:38.937-07:00Deep BreathsI am having an identity crisis. This is the first September since I was three that I haven't been enrolled in school. I am ready for it. I am <span style="font-style: italic;">so</span> ready to not be a student anymore. And as I sit all day in my bedroom watching old shows of Veronica Mars, I realize my only friends are the little girls on the street. Lauren is my bestie because she is only four and doesn't have to go to school. Lauren, Ziggy (the pug) and I sit on the front step talking about dum dums and imaginary boyfriends. It is during these times that I miss my former life, the life I was so ready to leave behind. I had defined myself by my activities and networks and classes. By my last year at BYU, I was a known person. Provo was fun and exciting and I had friends. And now I trade it for my parent's basement in highland utah. But of course,<br />it's only temporary...<br />I'm in transition...<br />i'm trying to figure somethings out<br />But do you want to know the truth? I can't find a job. In my defense, in this past month I have been to Lake Powell, San Fransisco, Boston and Portland. Yet, I struggle with detaching my identity from my occupation. Which at the moment consists of rereading Ella Enchanted and indexing. But this was to be expectedSydney Vivian Lambsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14269044723464098750noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650893184598541647.post-76093356394265949112009-08-27T14:46:00.000-07:002009-08-27T15:17:12.230-07:00Fishin'I love fishing. There is magic in fishing. I love how there is no real tactic, you just throw your line in and putt putt around the lake. There is no competition or stealth, just patience. I have anxiety when it comes to sports or games that take a lot of skill, like wakeboarding. I'll do it because I'm on the boat but it hurts to try to do cool things and it's not part of my genetic makeup to case the knuckle while clearing it (what?). I can do fishing. I am down with that. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy2tuOxQR2yHKITj-HWJH2YjXgFvHQ3kG0rJ7JIEtiyWPemWWrA9bYR_7AYUR1vWckOZ1RSbs1QnC8WbRwwEU4u9se7v9HwTCnIzqsVDZyEOfdUEp0LNfR2w0zfw4EAHxLtfljS2dDdL1C/s1600-h/IMG_3649.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy2tuOxQR2yHKITj-HWJH2YjXgFvHQ3kG0rJ7JIEtiyWPemWWrA9bYR_7AYUR1vWckOZ1RSbs1QnC8WbRwwEU4u9se7v9HwTCnIzqsVDZyEOfdUEp0LNfR2w0zfw4EAHxLtfljS2dDdL1C/s400/IMG_3649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374764600670934418" border="0" /></a>This is literally the one that got away, but I have proof! The chain we attached him to was faulty. I hope he lives a good life. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0sJaim_dQl19yiipS-72_a-ShiwAcOvOEPUwm3ECGL0ltHK4Pe1oJ0tVPQ76LTSYk3dcHpDUMaCwHBsBg2HnVjFlplUg6ESIp3gKeNPAV_NiJgJqkeOi9MQfLy0u2_cnH6R7rahJmQeiM/s1600-h/IMG_3644.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0sJaim_dQl19yiipS-72_a-ShiwAcOvOEPUwm3ECGL0ltHK4Pe1oJ0tVPQ76LTSYk3dcHpDUMaCwHBsBg2HnVjFlplUg6ESIp3gKeNPAV_NiJgJqkeOi9MQfLy0u2_cnH6R7rahJmQeiM/s400/IMG_3644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374764592978354370" border="0" /></a>action shot of my dad catching a feisty one.Sydney Vivian Lambsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14269044723464098750noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650893184598541647.post-11929483731699375412009-08-06T20:28:00.000-07:002009-08-06T21:11:56.204-07:00I heart NepalThe picture below is of the bagmati river in kathmandu. When my family lived in Hong Kong, we went to Nepal for a ten day vacation. We hiked the himalayas and then came to Kathmandu to do some site seeing. I remember very little about the site seeing but this river is seered into my memory. It is on these ghats that cremations are performed for the dead. My pre-teen self had never been that close to death and at this river it stares you in the face and seaps into your pours. With that in my memory, I finally visited the the river again. It was still eerie and abrasive, and the scenes of death rites were almost sublime in their rawness. Yet, there is something so captivating, I could avert my eyes from these dead bodies and their morning family. It is almost like trashy tv, where you know you shouldn't be this interest in watching but what are these people going to do next? (i loved myself some My Super Sweet 16).<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgreQZf_WK4h_FHI6KG_wrr9DLKNvGo05v6xAOnx49duQg9sEx9k-wkKDKIWnNCcwdHLa_SnWqmJ0H7YtzW6EUrKIGJY2ds3CEwe7KfLHUmtxtLus6MhSHnrX0v9Mg1Dz3G1kIk89EfiqG1/s1600-h/IMG_3562.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgreQZf_WK4h_FHI6KG_wrr9DLKNvGo05v6xAOnx49duQg9sEx9k-wkKDKIWnNCcwdHLa_SnWqmJ0H7YtzW6EUrKIGJY2ds3CEwe7KfLHUmtxtLus6MhSHnrX0v9Mg1Dz3G1kIk89EfiqG1/s400/IMG_3562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367065962403567698" border="0" /></a><br />And with that, I miss Nepal. I miss the raw intensity of living. I miss the struggle. Since being back, I haven't felt nasesua once. What is that?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIWiZaa69C2J6xvXnges_uvrdkl5QflPz0lxH4NoLagLxyMxBL1DmuJSJpXzo9BThxJeCH9gy-cPFfjbYZZB3pBZTBcCw_zeeaicACbarcNQgEd9lT0OywEShf3JTpdGftMkFnKzwQeLN4/s1600-h/IMG_0596.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIWiZaa69C2J6xvXnges_uvrdkl5QflPz0lxH4NoLagLxyMxBL1DmuJSJpXzo9BThxJeCH9gy-cPFfjbYZZB3pBZTBcCw_zeeaicACbarcNQgEd9lT0OywEShf3JTpdGftMkFnKzwQeLN4/s400/IMG_0596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367063628607870434" border="0" /></a>Courtney and I are feeding twinsy baby elephant. CUTE!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbQwZPlkyxuoOPCeB0swrlLVI60heO-x0TJE_ftjcU7DyPU6sr8ObXfDLTX9FF6qaEZV8Js648rSQ4Ur5S25_XXDyEZhAGyJJYRE0YijeeTzH4otbbd-dCnFsI57a3QCXhSV0hGsJL2poz/s1600-h/IMG_0744.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbQwZPlkyxuoOPCeB0swrlLVI60heO-x0TJE_ftjcU7DyPU6sr8ObXfDLTX9FF6qaEZV8Js648rSQ4Ur5S25_XXDyEZhAGyJJYRE0YijeeTzH4otbbd-dCnFsI57a3QCXhSV0hGsJL2poz/s400/IMG_0744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367063644512537618" border="0" /></a>I was trying to scare away the dog with my umbrella. it did not work.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiydCPZDjoWlCPeQYHQIiErSkb7rE4mXHP5mA7zY59tjLsPQ8jraiIQuBJSsyDbsAG-CBHCmJc-_yUEE7roVTWXy3nBr-_B_LN0ZoRJRP0SvB9nonbbQyiFX0zrMaRT-qOQhez6i-VOzJ17/s1600-h/IMG_0628.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiydCPZDjoWlCPeQYHQIiErSkb7rE4mXHP5mA7zY59tjLsPQ8jraiIQuBJSsyDbsAG-CBHCmJc-_yUEE7roVTWXy3nBr-_B_LN0ZoRJRP0SvB9nonbbQyiFX0zrMaRT-qOQhez6i-VOzJ17/s400/IMG_0628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367063633859561874" border="0" /></a>I met my parents in Singapore on my way back, talk about a culture shock. And then the day after I got back i went to Lake Powell, so I only count myself for being back in the states for about a day. I need a job...<br /><br />My sister Kali is engaged.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil4TyjAw05szfru0p5UV5YbPpkFto28Hx-R1ByHSwzsE_pIxRr889BYJPRDXrnlJZK02MNxMKW1apdUU7lPckubbxlD1-ltBZSd1FdTunt_TsDo1JNSdtGju3svT_Ker1qByb8QhNGOIFW/s1600-h/IMG_1681.JPG"><br /></a>Sydney Vivian Lambsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14269044723464098750noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650893184598541647.post-42441750783742037442009-07-20T05:31:00.000-07:002009-07-23T10:00:16.976-07:00Life on the big screensSometimes you have experiences that let you know your alive. Earlier this week I starred in a Nepali commercial for tire sealant. I wore more make up than I have ever worn in my life and I learned how to ride a scooter. I tossed my hair, looked into the camera and sang (yes, it was a jingle) "you'll never stop." They needed a white face to endorse their American product and i was more than happy to play the part. <br /><br /><a href="courtneyelizabeth28.blogspot.com">Courtney</a> has joined me in Nepal for my last week. It has been good to have her here and see her experience Nepal for the first time. I almost remember what it was like for me. I remember the time I saw what was to be my bathroom and how I went up to my room and cried because the the spider webs above the toilet and the stagnant water looked insurmountable. Oh to be naive and full of fear. <br /><br />For the past few days Courtney, Jeff and I went to the National Park in the sourthen part of Nepal. We spent two days river rafting, riding elephants, canoeing and playing cards. I saw rhinos, wild elephants, friendly wild boars (bill the boar jumped in the river to follow us, he loved us so much), bambi and friends, and peacocks. My favorite part was the part I got to bathe with the elephants. If the Nepali people wanted me to be in another commericial where bathing with elephants were envolved, like you know for elephant soap, I would.Sydney Vivian Lambsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14269044723464098750noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650893184598541647.post-8845430000371355942009-07-18T01:50:00.000-07:002009-07-18T02:38:08.667-07:00I'm gonna free fall, out into nothinSo I jumped off a bridge. The man said come here and then put a harness on me. Then he was like, 'oh yeah, just go under rope.' before I know it, i am on the edge of a platform that is is 160m (roughly 524 ft) above a rushing river. Then he said, 'ok, your going jump one. two. three.' And then i did, just because he counted. Well I feel for 7 seconds and then the rope swung me. You see, it is the world's <a href="http://www.bungynepal.com/swing.htm">highest canyon swing</a>. so it much like bungy jumping but different.<br />After this small conquering of fears, i went repelling down waterfalls in the middle of Himalayas!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7FwJgp3xlIF12NPF4GrJ7Vo21r93JA1KdDUryTmOgaOfd0Kd-V7VnuczoROTqOi-Z08rgGc3_oumUnUYaw1nL0gwKzf5ZJ3gADPQjonqlwT0iRHg1WN1kRy23Gx4CGS5y6FwYu1_MQdn2/s1600-h/IMG_1561.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7FwJgp3xlIF12NPF4GrJ7Vo21r93JA1KdDUryTmOgaOfd0Kd-V7VnuczoROTqOi-Z08rgGc3_oumUnUYaw1nL0gwKzf5ZJ3gADPQjonqlwT0iRHg1WN1kRy23Gx4CGS5y6FwYu1_MQdn2/s400/IMG_1561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359728502215265234" border="0" /></a><br />Then when I was back in Kathmandu I rocked the local karaoke night at the local bar with some "Ironic" by Alanis. That was probably one of the best days in Nepal. Also, a mysterious stranger bought me a drink (a mocktail) because of my amazing karaoke skills and that has never happened to me. You see, we don't have very many bars in Provo, so mysterious strangers haven't had much of a chance. And let me tell you one other thing, I love karaoke. It may be up there with my passion for baby goats. <br /><br />I leave Nepal in just over one week and I have a twelve hour layover in Tokyo during the middle of days. I open for any and all recommendations for how to spend those twelve hours, even if you are the mysterious stranger that reads my blog in India (i love google analytics).Sydney Vivian Lambsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14269044723464098750noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650893184598541647.post-9556068164035712392009-07-13T05:19:00.000-07:002009-07-13T05:44:07.968-07:00Food for thoughtToday I had some masala dosai with chutney. It made my heart warm to think of south india and to be able to eat the food! I submit that there is no better food in the world than south Indian food. Even Nepali dal bhat does not rival. I sat across the table from a korean girl that had just come to Nepal a few days ago from India which she says was hot. She has done a fair amount of traveling. She has definately out traveled me in terms of the number of countries. I talked about India with such excitement she asked me I loved it so much. And here is my travel advice that isn't worth much. Most peolpe can come to Nepal for a week and have a splendid time. Nepal and India can decieve you, and you may think the two must be very similar. If you go to India for a week you will hate it. There is so much about India and one needs to explore and discover. I know no other land and people like it. I may not be a good judge because I have only been to 17 countries out of <a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com/bb/view2/countries">270 countries</a>.<br /><br />But India isn't calling be just yet, but the memory of it gets sweeter and sweeter with distance.<br /><br />I already miss these friends and they are only four hours away!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZPFSGGTdV2j1BdVigcUAaBG46lwheeAJdbbeqdCKzQJX0zToX7B4oASQ2TXMZ2fr7rVF5D_lFAljbYBmDeePbFgGntYMuGr-zMbDZneGHb1UIptcsWoR5PlmWg3WJp0vsrX-GHgXIy320/s1600-h/IMG_3240.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZPFSGGTdV2j1BdVigcUAaBG46lwheeAJdbbeqdCKzQJX0zToX7B4oASQ2TXMZ2fr7rVF5D_lFAljbYBmDeePbFgGntYMuGr-zMbDZneGHb1UIptcsWoR5PlmWg3WJp0vsrX-GHgXIy320/s400/IMG_3240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357922938049486930" border="0" /><!--</a--></a>Sydney Vivian Lambsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14269044723464098750noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650893184598541647.post-54088847324646299432009-07-10T03:45:00.000-07:002009-07-10T04:58:08.324-07:00Baby Goats In NepalThere are two very important things that I must mention:<br /><br />1. Mariah Carey's "always be my baby" should never be remade or performed as a cover. Not only can you not compete but the only reason that song is good is because Mariah sings it.<br /><br />2. Baby goats are adorable. In many instances they seem more cute than human babies.<br /><br />I have been in Nepal for less than two months. I have been working with two different organizations. For one, I am assisting in their efforts to strength these youth telecenters. These are basically techonology centers that are run by youth but also serve a purpose in helping their community. Some are called Youth Managed Resource Center (YMRC). I just got back from going to two rural villages set outside of Gorkha. I hiked to these villages with three other friends, one being my translator and the other two representing Gorkha's YMRC. The hike was only four hours and I have heard of others that have to hike for two days, but I was always asking myself why anyone would live this far away. For the highschoolers to go to school they have to walk up a <span style="font-style: italic;">mountain</span> both ways. Did you know that 85% of Nepal lives in the rural area of Nepal? So the hiking was a little difficult for me. I will admit that the last time I went hiking was the summer of 07. But I was wearing my chaco, shoes especially designed for exactly what I was doing. And here my Nepali friend were wearing cheap flip flops. On the way to Maskichap I feel four times<span style="font-style: italic;">!</span> They just told me it was not my habit to walk in such a way. But even the last time i went hiking in 07 i fell all the time, and so I tried to convince them that it was just because of me that i kept falling not because i was American but that seemed too hard to believe.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBCuq8jRcTO4S8wg8_MFpbGg4lki9ueKRWWcsBms6X9CVGFClzquuYingJtaZBaJalXsiloMcN1Xf9KoXPrnctOQYDM5YeXzLVc0uHx0c_mJ3Di_YIpgJDMdd0u_M7Z4M3V3LvV4BlsVQZ/s1600-h/IMG_3250.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBCuq8jRcTO4S8wg8_MFpbGg4lki9ueKRWWcsBms6X9CVGFClzquuYingJtaZBaJalXsiloMcN1Xf9KoXPrnctOQYDM5YeXzLVc0uHx0c_mJ3Di_YIpgJDMdd0u_M7Z4M3V3LvV4BlsVQZ/s400/IMG_3250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356797419545387874" border="0" /></a><br /><br />For some reason it is always a big hit when I start to dance. Here is me dancing at a wedding that was just down the street. Yikes!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx8QesSieNbKVgVeE_fMfNMf5k5tlQ6LMzIQ5D0p1igFBBQ-2pbh7lU5VBCFTGtEFVt6G0Sqw8Ie89_mDyG-OAK-1_K8IrhfHV9gk__waAx7pkOpgluzfV0mRTbX6nNhXTzYQ4qWJPwPLJ/s1600-h/IMG_3228.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx8QesSieNbKVgVeE_fMfNMf5k5tlQ6LMzIQ5D0p1igFBBQ-2pbh7lU5VBCFTGtEFVt6G0Sqw8Ie89_mDyG-OAK-1_K8IrhfHV9gk__waAx7pkOpgluzfV0mRTbX6nNhXTzYQ4qWJPwPLJ/s400/IMG_3228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356797424101310434" border="0" /></a>Sydney Vivian Lambsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14269044723464098750noreply@blogger.com3