Okay...out with it...I have not blogged in seriously FOREVER. I had actually made the personal decision that I was just done with it. However, a while ago I started keeping a list of random thoughts that I think about random things in a note on my phone. Recently, the note on my phone has become obnoxiously long, so I decided to make a tumblr account to get the thoughts out and finally delete the novel note. These are just little blurbs. Check em out or don't, but they can be found at www.whatbethanythinks.tumblr.com
The quick little blurb fashion of the tumblr is good for me right now, but I think I could see myself coming back to the good ol' blog at some point. We'll see!
Nothin' but love,
Bethany
Thursday, August 22, 2013
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Selfies
Last night I ran into a great friend of mine, Emily Walker. She got on to me about my poor blogging habits, so I decided to blog today for her.
I was uninspired until just a few minutes ago though. Two of my roommates who share a room {Heidi and Audrey} are making a "selfie board" for an empty frame they have in their room. It's quite a funny little idea actually. If you're unfamiliar, a "selfie" is a picture taken of one's self by one's self; usually on a camera phone for the purpose of sending to a friend for a good laugh.
In my experience, selfies are not pictures that you take yourself too seriously in. They were asking for any selfies that I had of myself of friends to add to their collection, so that got me looking through my phone's camera roll....I had quite a few selfies of myself and others to help them out, but what I had even more of were mirror pics that I had taken to send to friends when they ask me what I'm wearing that night.
You know how it goes...you don't really know what to wear, don't want to be over dressed or under dressed, so you ask your friend what they're wearing and you attempt to match their fashion genre. After one time too many of taking an hour to type out in great detail to a friend exactly what I was wearing, I found it much more efficient to just snap a picture of what I was wearing and send it on these nifty little smart phones we all have these days.
So, all of this is to say that today I expose my selfies, as shameful as they may be. The hilarity comes from the NUMBER of these that I have........So...here we go...
So...those span from high school to now...but dang...that's a lot of mirror pics. And I still remember all the text conversations about them. My life is too exciting for my own good.
You know you do it too.
Nothin but love,
Bethany
I was uninspired until just a few minutes ago though. Two of my roommates who share a room {Heidi and Audrey} are making a "selfie board" for an empty frame they have in their room. It's quite a funny little idea actually. If you're unfamiliar, a "selfie" is a picture taken of one's self by one's self; usually on a camera phone for the purpose of sending to a friend for a good laugh.
In my experience, selfies are not pictures that you take yourself too seriously in. They were asking for any selfies that I had of myself of friends to add to their collection, so that got me looking through my phone's camera roll....I had quite a few selfies of myself and others to help them out, but what I had even more of were mirror pics that I had taken to send to friends when they ask me what I'm wearing that night.
You know how it goes...you don't really know what to wear, don't want to be over dressed or under dressed, so you ask your friend what they're wearing and you attempt to match their fashion genre. After one time too many of taking an hour to type out in great detail to a friend exactly what I was wearing, I found it much more efficient to just snap a picture of what I was wearing and send it on these nifty little smart phones we all have these days.
So, all of this is to say that today I expose my selfies, as shameful as they may be. The hilarity comes from the NUMBER of these that I have........So...here we go...
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| (High school 50's party) "Amy, is this too much?" |
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| Senior "golf pro" themed party "Amy, this is what I came up with. What are you wearing?" |
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| Wedding summer before freshman year of college |
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| "Amy, I took the straps off, changed the waist, and brought in the sides. Can you tell it wasn't supposed to look like this?" |
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| "New Years 2011, you?" |
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| These next few are GREAT. I started sending "I love you" hand messages to the friends who received the outfit updates". I am so stupid. |
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| Not my best outfit |
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| Getting my sister to "okay" my outfit for my interview at Free People |
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| Getting my sister to "okay" my outfit for my second interview at Free People. The must have not been feeling it. I do not work at Free People |
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| Do I look less dumb when I make that face? No, more dumb |
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| "Too much for a lunch date??" sent to roomies |
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| "Look what they're making me wear for the Taste of Addison performance. The girl they ordered it for originally is 12." |
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| "Annie, is it ok if I borrow your boots?" |
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| "Which shoe do yall think?" sent to roomies |
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| "Rina, is this too much color?" |
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| "What are yall wearing tonight? Are the wedges too much?" group text to allie, amy, and audrey |
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| "Amy, I think it's going to be coldish in NY when I get there. Is this a good plane outfit?" |
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| "Do yall like this dress for dinner on Friday?" |
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| "Laren, wachu wearin?" |
You know you do it too.
Nothin but love,
Bethany
Monday, August 27, 2012
Happy Birthday Dad!
Happy Birthday to my dear ol' dad! Not every girl can say she's got a dad who rides a motorcycle and holds the title of "America's Funniest Dentist". But Sarah and I can.
Nothin but love,
Bethany
Nothin but love,
Bethany
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
After April 11th
Yesterday my dad asked me when the last time I blogged was. Shamefully, I admitted that I didn't remember. I held on to the thought for about 20 seconds and then I continued to watch USA dominate the world in the olympics.
This morning, a friend reminded me that I had not blogged since April. This series of events has led me here. to my first blog post of the summer, just a day shy of August.
Gahlee where do I begin? I guess I'll start with New York, though that was not the beginning of my Summer adventure. I left for the Big Apple at the end of May and stayed until the end of June. New York changed my life.
I went to dance with a company called Parsons. I lived in a little Marymount Manhattan College apartment with several other girls and I loved every minute of it. I danced Monday-Saturday from 9-4 and I explored the city by night.
I don't believe there was one moment that I did not enjoy myself. The people are nicer than they get credit for, the crazy people are crazier than the Dallas crazies, and the tap water is more delicious than anyone leads you to believe. This is coming from the biggest water snob you'll ever know- I filled my water bottle up with tap water to take to dance every day and I didn't make a nasty face after drinking it down. I genuinely enjoyed the taste of tap water. I could go on and on.
The company members were wonderful and beautiful and talented. They taught all of our classes. Every one of them could have a full time job modeling in New York. They are THAT good looking. The sickening part is how decent they all are. Not just decent, legitimately good people.
I came a long way in my dancing and really fell in love with the Parsons style. However, on the very last day in the studios I fell out of a jump and sprained my ankle pretty badly. Forgive me for posting a pictures of it.
Thank goodness my mom and sister came up the day it happened to spend a few days with me. Hobbling around that city was super uncomfortable, but I was determined to not waste my time there...even though I had to go back to the hotel a bit earlier than the group to ice my ankle a couple times.
I was fortunate to not have anything happen earlier than it did...I would have really missed out on some good stuff at the intensive...but it was sad because all I wanted to do when I got back was keep going without losing momentum- I was so inspired! However, I guess God decided that the only way He would get me to slow down was to sprain my ankle to keep me off of it. Oh well, guess I did need the rest. I've been seeing a great physical therapist (Landan Webster fyi) who has gotten me feeling exponentially better every time I go in!
I'll let this be my New York post, and maybe try to think of a few good stories I can go into detail about for my next post. {Oh gosh, I'm verbally committing to another post in the near future. Remember when I posted every day two summers ago? What happened to me?}
There has been much more excitement between April and now that I hope I get the blog fire burning inside of me enough to tell ya all about it! Thanks for the reminders, guys.
Go USA! {And by the way- screw the gymnastic judges who are out to get the women's team. Jordan Wieber not being in the all-arounds is a conspiracy if you ask me}
Nothin but love,
Bethany
This morning, a friend reminded me that I had not blogged since April. This series of events has led me here. to my first blog post of the summer, just a day shy of August.
Gahlee where do I begin? I guess I'll start with New York, though that was not the beginning of my Summer adventure. I left for the Big Apple at the end of May and stayed until the end of June. New York changed my life.
I went to dance with a company called Parsons. I lived in a little Marymount Manhattan College apartment with several other girls and I loved every minute of it. I danced Monday-Saturday from 9-4 and I explored the city by night.
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| Representing A&M in ballet class |
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| Rooftop bar/lounge in Manhattan |
I don't believe there was one moment that I did not enjoy myself. The people are nicer than they get credit for, the crazy people are crazier than the Dallas crazies, and the tap water is more delicious than anyone leads you to believe. This is coming from the biggest water snob you'll ever know- I filled my water bottle up with tap water to take to dance every day and I didn't make a nasty face after drinking it down. I genuinely enjoyed the taste of tap water. I could go on and on.
The company members were wonderful and beautiful and talented. They taught all of our classes. Every one of them could have a full time job modeling in New York. They are THAT good looking. The sickening part is how decent they all are. Not just decent, legitimately good people.
I came a long way in my dancing and really fell in love with the Parsons style. However, on the very last day in the studios I fell out of a jump and sprained my ankle pretty badly. Forgive me for posting a pictures of it.
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| Only beginning stages of the bruising and swelling... |
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| I had to wear this brace. What a beaut |
Thank goodness my mom and sister came up the day it happened to spend a few days with me. Hobbling around that city was super uncomfortable, but I was determined to not waste my time there...even though I had to go back to the hotel a bit earlier than the group to ice my ankle a couple times.
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| Mom, Sarah, and I eating in little Italy. Bum foot conveniently hidden under the table where it is awkwardly propped up on the extra chair |
I'll let this be my New York post, and maybe try to think of a few good stories I can go into detail about for my next post. {Oh gosh, I'm verbally committing to another post in the near future. Remember when I posted every day two summers ago? What happened to me?}
There has been much more excitement between April and now that I hope I get the blog fire burning inside of me enough to tell ya all about it! Thanks for the reminders, guys.
Go USA! {And by the way- screw the gymnastic judges who are out to get the women's team. Jordan Wieber not being in the all-arounds is a conspiracy if you ask me}
Nothin but love,
Bethany
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Dad got a blog
Everyone check out my dear ol' Dad's new blog! Any flair I have for writing has been a direct deposit of him in me. Seriously, this man is eloquent. He's funny, too!
You can find his blog at drstutsman.blogspot.com...or click HERE!
Just felt like doing a little photo montage.
Nothin but love,
Bethany
You can find his blog at drstutsman.blogspot.com...or click HERE!
Just felt like doing a little photo montage.
Nothin but love,
Bethany
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
"What Makes you Beautiful"
The title of my current blog post is the song title of a new, pre-pubescent boy band called New Direction. Shamefully, I have just recently become obsessed with their song "What Makes you Beautiful". I do not use the word obsessed lightly in the last sentence.
It's not like a listen to it a hundred times a day or even have it stuck in my head all the time. (This also isn't the same Jesse McCartney situation that I found myself in in 7th grade- this is much less severe, thankfully) It's just that every time I hear it, I cannot help but stop what I'm doing, sing every word, and abandon all formal dance training I've received in the last 18 years to flail my body without care and punch-dance myself to exhaustion. ((punch dance should not be confused with fist pump))
If you haven't heard it, it's better than it's chart-topping rival, "Call me Maybe". Pshhh.
Please don't get me wrong, I'm not a top 20 girl. I like real music sung by real people. There's just something about the beat of that song that makes me weak.
Check it it out HERE
Here are some harsh realizations that I am making while I watch this video for the second time:
1) The boy in the first shot looks like a girl I know
2) Said boy from #1 loves to point at the camera and at the air. Watch for it
3) My favorite is the boy with the fluffy hair. You'll know who I'm talking about.
4) Said boy from #2 is also probably the youngest. Cool.
5) I am coveting the one boy's red pants.
6) Said boy from #4 looks like a sailor
7) All of their shirts would be too small for me
8) Boy bands LOVE capri pants
9) Those girls totally know they're beautiful. I don't buy it
I definitely didn't have time to write this blog post tonight. And it's embarrassing that with all the cool things I have to fill you guys in on, "What Makes you Beautiful" took priority.
I hope that, even if you didn't like the song as much as I do, that you at least got a laugh or two at my expense.
I'm going to bed, but tomorrow I'm gonna be smiling at the ground all day in hopes that the right boy might witness this mindless ground-smiling and fall in love with me because I must think I'm ugly.
Nothin but love,
Bethany
It's not like a listen to it a hundred times a day or even have it stuck in my head all the time. (This also isn't the same Jesse McCartney situation that I found myself in in 7th grade- this is much less severe, thankfully) It's just that every time I hear it, I cannot help but stop what I'm doing, sing every word, and abandon all formal dance training I've received in the last 18 years to flail my body without care and punch-dance myself to exhaustion. ((punch dance should not be confused with fist pump))
If you haven't heard it, it's better than it's chart-topping rival, "Call me Maybe". Pshhh.
Please don't get me wrong, I'm not a top 20 girl. I like real music sung by real people. There's just something about the beat of that song that makes me weak.
Check it it out HERE
Here are some harsh realizations that I am making while I watch this video for the second time:
1) The boy in the first shot looks like a girl I know
2) Said boy from #1 loves to point at the camera and at the air. Watch for it
3) My favorite is the boy with the fluffy hair. You'll know who I'm talking about.
4) Said boy from #2 is also probably the youngest. Cool.
5) I am coveting the one boy's red pants.
6) Said boy from #4 looks like a sailor
7) All of their shirts would be too small for me
8) Boy bands LOVE capri pants
9) Those girls totally know they're beautiful. I don't buy it
I definitely didn't have time to write this blog post tonight. And it's embarrassing that with all the cool things I have to fill you guys in on, "What Makes you Beautiful" took priority.
I hope that, even if you didn't like the song as much as I do, that you at least got a laugh or two at my expense.
I'm going to bed, but tomorrow I'm gonna be smiling at the ground all day in hopes that the right boy might witness this mindless ground-smiling and fall in love with me because I must think I'm ugly.
Nothin but love,
Bethany
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Drew Jacoby
Yes, I know that when I decided to come home to Dallas over spring break it was because I needed to rest...but then I saw something online about a master class by Drew Jacoby near by so I had to sign up.
This post won't be lengthy (seeing as how I started it on Sunday), but I just want to make it very clear how cool this class was.
I'll do this by showing you very impressive pictures of Drew, the girl who taught my class.
I'm not sure that she knows how to NOT take an impressive picture. Anyway, it was a contemporary class, not ballet, but wow......it was just so cool. She seems to be a real weirdo, herself, but the kind of weirdo that you want to be more like yourself.
After class she came up to me and was all like, "Oh my gosh, I live in New York, submersed with the best dancers and talent in the world, but I have NEVER seen the likes of you! You must leave here with me and let me take you to New York to let people learn from you." And I was all like, (in my head) 'ha I just made that entire scenario up while I watch her stand 10 feet away from me talking to someone else that she doesn't know about her awesome class.'
Yeah, if that was confusing, just know that I lied about the things Drew said to me about how good I am. She said nothing of the sort.
Well ok, wait I'll give myself some credit. When I went to thank her for class, she asked me if I danced on pointe, and I said that I hadn't in a long time, and she said "Oh, darn, yeah you were amazing in class and I need dancers who are comfortable dancing pretty technically on pointe." I think I'll send her my info anyway, knowing that she will probably never contact me...but I've got nothing to lose.
Anyway, that's Drew Jacoby. Look her up- she's got some awesome videos out there!
Nothin but love,
Bethany
This post won't be lengthy (seeing as how I started it on Sunday), but I just want to make it very clear how cool this class was.
I'll do this by showing you very impressive pictures of Drew, the girl who taught my class.
I'm not sure that she knows how to NOT take an impressive picture. Anyway, it was a contemporary class, not ballet, but wow......it was just so cool. She seems to be a real weirdo, herself, but the kind of weirdo that you want to be more like yourself.
After class she came up to me and was all like, "Oh my gosh, I live in New York, submersed with the best dancers and talent in the world, but I have NEVER seen the likes of you! You must leave here with me and let me take you to New York to let people learn from you." And I was all like, (in my head) 'ha I just made that entire scenario up while I watch her stand 10 feet away from me talking to someone else that she doesn't know about her awesome class.'
Yeah, if that was confusing, just know that I lied about the things Drew said to me about how good I am. She said nothing of the sort.
Well ok, wait I'll give myself some credit. When I went to thank her for class, she asked me if I danced on pointe, and I said that I hadn't in a long time, and she said "Oh, darn, yeah you were amazing in class and I need dancers who are comfortable dancing pretty technically on pointe." I think I'll send her my info anyway, knowing that she will probably never contact me...but I've got nothing to lose.
Anyway, that's Drew Jacoby. Look her up- she's got some awesome videos out there!
Nothin but love,
Bethany
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