She's not.
I signed up and filled out all the crap and it has yet to match me with anyone. The one thing it did do was give me a personality profile. I like it. So here is the first part...I think there are 5 parts so come back for updates.
This is the little Beckham Sifuentes
No I am not grabbing his Junk...Findley was under there somewhere.
I have moved to Provo Utah. I am settled and doing well. I start a new job as a PI within the week. I live in South Provo on the way to Springville on South State Street. I live with a couple of guys, one of whom is Katy MacDonald’s cousin that I have met on occasion growing up. I just wanted to give a quick update to all those inquiries. I didn’t take any pictures of the move. A) because I don’t have a camera. B) I was too tired after moving it all to worry about it.
On another note, I had the opportunity to be a part of the Reeve Reunion 2008 in Midway Utah. This also gave me the chance to golf a little with my dad. We played the Park City Municipal Course. It was a lot of fun besides my poor play. The round was highlighted on the par 5 18th. I decided to borrow my dad’s driver and smash it. Half the time it is really ugly, the other half of the time pro golfers would be jealous. It happened to be the latter. 330 yards later my ball stopped in the middle of the fairway. The next shot was set up for a nice, easy 7 iron from about 180 yards out. Nailed it! I ended up getting a birdie on the hole and it made it all worth it.
Back to the reunion, I’m sure some pictures will surface somewhere but I don’t have any. It was a lot of fun to see cousins that I hadn’t seen in a long time. Those friendships and connections have not been lessened by distance or time. When you see them they are family and you love them as much as you ever have before. We talked and reminisced about the reunions of past years. It was fun. That is all for now.
the family I have here,
sibling lunches and judging cookie recipes,
and the softball
and soccer teams…all that stuff. It’s been a fantastic time.
shooting guns,
rocking the quads,
wakeboarding in March,
scorpion hunting, floating the river,
Mariokart on the big screen, karaoke,
TNDC,
trips to Utah, concealed weapons permits, Dashboard Confessional concerts,
sporting events,
driving with the windows down in December,
and kicking it with my peeps...
Needless to say I am sad to go. I would gladly stay if I had the ways or means but alas…I do not. I must go. On to Utah. I make my journey in less than a week. I leave abruptly. I feel like I should be staying longer so I can say my last goodbyes. There always seems to be unfinished business.
It has been some time since I have got my blog on. I thought I would give you a quick update up what is happening in the life of Caleb. It is my birthday tomorrow. I turn 29. scary.
The biggest news is that I am moving back to Utah at the beginning of the month. My time in Arizona has unfortunately come to an end. This makes me pretty sad because I have grown to love it here. I have many great friends and associates and my 2 loving sisters as well. I will miss sibling lunches. I loved being so close to you and getting to see you as often as I did. Now Brttiany and Kara won’t have reason to be so jealous.
The reason for the move is because I am in desperate need of employment and I have a company up there that is going to let me do work. I am going to be a Private Investigator. I worked with this company before I moved to Arizona and they said they woud be happy to have me back.
During my time in Utah I plan on expanding my skill set and taking some classes that will take me to the graphic design side of marketing. I need to learn how to use InDesign and Illustrator so I can be more marketable. It also opens other doors and resources. I will be able to once again judge snowboard competitions, maybe coach some soccer, and also reunite with some close friend whom I have missed while in the AZ.
I don’t look forward to moving and I am still hunting for a place to live. I never thought I’d move back to Utah. Not that it is all that bad of a place but it just wasn’t part of my plan…but then again neither was getting laid off. I’ll blog more, I don’t want to wear you out with all these words and no pictures.
So last night I was lying in bed listening to Les Miserables and it almost brought me to tears. The music and the words are so touching and meaningful. It just hit me. I was listening to Fantine sing I Dreamed a Dream. Some of the lyrics are “He slept a summer by my side. He filled my days with endless wonder. He took my childhood in his stride but he was gone when autumn came. And still I dream he’ll come to m, that we will live the years together. But there are dreams that cannot be and there are storms we cannot weather.” The performers do such a wonderful job of emoting. The story itself is one full of love, loss, triumph and tragedy. It plays on so many levels. From the rise of Jean Valjean to the demise of Javier, the finding love between Cosette and Marius to the hopeless desires and unrequited love Eponine has for Marius. It is a moving story and I was struck again with this realization.
It takes me back to high school when I did a book report on Les Mis. I never read the book…shoot it is like 1200 pages, but I knew the story. I’d sing the words of the songs to myself and write down the plot from that process. I got an A+. J I remember when my sister Kara did a dance to On My Own, I’m pretty sure it is my dad’s favorite dance of hers…ever. Kara may wonder why but it really isn’t a big mystery. It was a moving song and beautiful dance strung together seamlessly. Duh. The first time I went to see Les Mis I was maybe 13 and I went with Justin Wilde and his family. Paul, Justin’s dad gave me a brief summary of the plot line and off we went. I may have drifted off a bit during the 2nd half but we had just come from a camping trip.
