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I'm a 23-year-old college student studying Communication/ Journalism. I love to write and read books. I find passion in words spoken, or written down on paper.

8 ways to win her heart!

Oh, the heart. Such a powerful organ in our body. Without it, we wouldn’t be alive. It beats for us, but it can also beat for another human being. I am one of those girls who gush over cute little text messages in the morning or before bed and what girl doesn’t love to get sweet comments on her Instagram selfie??? Am I right ladies?

But that only scrapes the surface of the top 10 ways to win a girl’s heart over! It takes much, MUCH more than that guys… C’mon.
Let’s get into it :)
(In no particular order)

1. Good listener with good memory
I love a guy who remembers cute, dorky, or weird things about me. Maybe something I only mentioned to him once, and he brings it up nonchalantly in a conversation with me, it will definitely make me blush just a bit. I think it’s quite a turn on when a guy will take something I said, tuck it back into his brain as a side mental note, but always remember it. It shows that you do care about me because you’re willing to listen to the things I say about myself and most importantly to remember these things.

2. Not your “typical date”
When we think of a date we usually think of, dinner, followed by a few drinks, maybe a movie, and then call it a night. But how many times can that really go on- and on – and on? You see my drift here?
I would love a guy to switch it up, keep it fresh and exciting every single time we hang out. Don’t get me wrong, I love the nights where we stay in cuddled up on the couch with a bag of popcorn and a great movie, what I am talking about it “date night.” Take me to a museum, take me to a play or a musical, take me a funky hole in the wall restaurant we BOTH have never tried. It’s dates like THAT will keep me interested :)

3. Surprises
Let’s face it, I’m a girl. So of course, it is practically a given I love surprises just as much as the next girl. Nothing super extravagant, but little things just to express how much I mean to you. Bring me chocolate at work when you know I’m having a tough day, or surprise me with a big bowl of soup when I’m feeling under the weather. You do that, and I think my heart might just pitter-patter for you!

4. Express
Although us girls like to pretend we know exactly what you are thinking, and feeling at any given moment.. Truth is, we don’t. I think we assume more than we really know. So, when a guy is pretty confident in the way he feels and can express it… That is a huge plus! I want to know how you feel, maybe not just about me in general but about everything. I can’t read your mind, although I would love to have that super power. Don’t be afraid to say how you feel because chances are, she feels the same way too. Too often, we wait for guys to make the first initial move on the love boat to emotion-land, and that is where we tend to go wrong sometimes. Just tell us how you feel, don’t leave us guessing.

5. Beauty & brains
Have you ever met a cute guy with a perfect smile, bangin’ body, and dressed like he was straight out of a calvin klein magazine? What could possibly be wrong with him, right? Then you come to find out he is a complete idiot. I know I have definitely experienced this. It’s such a bummer and can definitely be quite disappointing. BUT…. A guy with brains is a major turn on! I’m not expecting every guy to be Einstein, but it would be nice to have a complex conversation with someone who is well educated and smart. Keeps the spark in our interest and we can learn a thing or two from you. As a woman, we want a man who can continue to help us grow and vice versa.

6. Please & Thank you’s go a long way
A lot of guys can be total dicks sometimes, sorry guys… But you can be. But a man with manners, is sexy. You’d be surprised how much a simple “Please” and “Thank you” can go. Your mama taught you better than that.

7. Like the Spice Girls once said, “If you wanna be my lova, you gotta get with my friends.”
I admire a guy who finds it just as important to get to know my friends, as much as he gets to know more about me. Our friends are our biggest support system. Our friends are here BEFORE any guy, and if you’re lucky enough, they will be there for you AFTER he has already gone by. A guy who makes it an effort to get to know my friends on a personal level, definitely has a place in my heart.

So that completes the list of the top 7 ways to win a girl’s heart. Of course, it was in no particular order but you guys better start taking notes :)

Goodnight xoxo

Sar

I could’ve sworn it was real…

Lately, I have been having dreams that are so incredibly vivid with different scenarios, characters, and realistic settings. It is actually starting to freak me out just a bit, have you ever experienced several dreams that way? Where you wake up and for a quick second you actual believe it truly happened? I have been experiencing dreams like this. And I’m not exactly sure I feel about it. I don’t want to go into too much detail about it, because I feel like these dreams that I am having are personal to share with the world… Not just yet. I often find myself mad, angry, or just plain irritated with these dreams. Nothing bad is happening to me, or others in my dream. And I’m not dying or scared. I am just beyond irritated that I am dreaming about these specific things. And the crazy part is, I am not even thinking about it.
Is it true what they say about dreams, your subconscious is trying to tell you something? I have read somewhere that your subconscious uses images, such as dreams, to communicate with you. Show you people, scenarios, and outcomes in order to grab your attention towards something or someone. I’m not exactly sure what it all means though… It’s the land of dreams, do we really understand that realm as much as we say we do? No matter how many books we read, articles, or magazines can it really explain exactly what it truly means?
It’s a world we often explore as we lay our heads to rest, we can all relate to this in one way or another. Guess I’m just trying to gather all my thoughts together and understand exactly what it is I am dreaming about.

I needed to blog about this because hopefully someone, somewhere can help me figure out what in fact is happening with my crazy mind and unforgettable dreams I am experiencing.

This makes me think of the poem I read as a little girl from the booking Falling Up by Shel Silverstein… Who just so happens to be one of my favorite authors as a kid.


The Voice
There is a voice inside of you
That whispers all day long,
“I feel that this is right for me,
I know that this is wrong.”
No teacher, preacher, parent, friend
Or wise man can decide
What’s right for you— just listen to
The voice that speaks inside.

Sephora Haul

Check out the video below for deets. XOXO

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Baby #MadelynNicole

Happy Sunday-Funday :)

Hope you all are enjoying your sunday-funday and staying cool out there. Oh boy, is it freakin’ hot today but besides that awful part of the day, it is my friend’s baby shower today! Celebrating with my friend, and soon to be mom… Cynthia. She’s an amazing human being and I am so happy to say that she has become one of my really good friends. She’s got a heart of gold and always see’s the good in people, and I truly admire that about her. When I found out she was having a little baby girl, I couldn’t have been more happy for her. The name she decided on was, Madelyn Nicole. She’s gonna be one cute little button.
Cynthia, you were absolutely beautiful today and glowing. And I don’t mean from the sweat ;) I am so happy for you and I am so glad I was able to be apart of this time in your life. You’re going to be an amazing, hot mama. You go girl! You know I am always here for you, and I can’t wait to meet your baby girl.
Of course, you guys know me… This was a perfect opportunity for me to take lots of photos for my blog to show all my readers! I think I’m sorta obsessed with you guys, all my readers, because I am always finding more and more things to post for you guys. So, although I LOVE that you guys keep up on my blogs and read them religiously, I love you all for doing that. XOXO

Check out the photos below #MadelynNicole

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Til we meet again,

yours truly xo
Sarah

All things beauty, and all things Sarah

Hey Guys!

It’s a Friday night, I am curled up on my couch with Berkeley, my laptop fully charged and I am perfectly happy with all that. What more could a girl want? LOL wow, I’m kidding guys.
So, as for those of you who know me personally, you know how uberly and totally obsessive I can be with my beauty products. Just call me the Sephora Queen. Not only am I constantly trying to find the perfect products for myself, reading hundreds upon hundreds of reviews, asking my friends and my wonderful esthetician Cassie I’ve been seeing for the past 4 years now, who just so happened to be employed with Sephora as well. I am crazy right? But, no. You’re wrong. I am smart about it. I don’t like to just go buy beauty products because they “look” like they are going to work, or their active ingredient sounds extra fancy. Oh no, I do amounts of research and find the products that work best for me. We are all so different, with different concerns and you should always take that into consideration. Years ago, I was reading Cosmo and in the beauty section “If you have the money to buy expensive makeup, do it. You won’t regret it.” — Ever since I read that quote, it has stuck with me for YEARS. I have always looks to spend a pretty penny on all my makeup and makeup tools. Let me tell you ladies, IT IS SOOOOOO WORTH IT. Stop buying cheap foundation, cheap eye shadows, and cheap makeup tools… NO NO NO! You will find yourself spending money on pointless products that DO NOT WORK. Let me repeat myself, THEY DO NOT WORK. You would be surprised how flawless your face can look if you would just spend that extra bit of money on makeup to feel good, and look good.

Ok, now that I have gotten that out of the way I want to talk about the beauty products that have stolen my heart and I hope to inspire YOU to get ahold of my fav products lately.

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On Sept.11, 2001 – Where Were You?

6b66660cc232cb47d930d3cc73e5b4f5It has been 13 years. YES. THIRTEEN YEARS. Can you believe how long it has actually been? I can remember that day like it was yesterday, and it is a memory I will always have. It is just not something you really ever seem to forget.
On the morning of September 11, 2001 I was laying down in my parent’s bedroom alongside my little sister. Our dad was out of town, clear across the country in Georgia and was planning on flying back the following day. It was roughly 6’oclock in the early morning, can’t really say what the exact time was considering I was knocked out and I could still sense how dark the room was. My sister and I use to always climb into my parents’ bed in the middle of the night, or early in the morning when one of them were out of town. My mom always kept her bedroom toasty, and warm. I can remember how soft and comfortable the bed always was, and especially on that morning.

I could feel my mom sitting down at the edge of the bed, as the comforter was being pulled and stretched over my feet. The TV was on the opposite side of the bed, it sat on a dresser on the wall. And it seemed as if she was facing in that direction. I couldn’t hear anything coming from the TV but as I lay there with my eyelids closed but my mind awake I could catch glimpses of the TV flashing, so I knew it was on at least. My mom moved her way closer to me, and sat right up against my back. I was laying on my dad’s side of the bed where the alarm clock was, my mom often listened to the morning news or our local radio station. And suddenly I heard her gasp, “OH MY GOD!”
I can’t really describe into detail how chilling it was when she said it. I could feel as if it were painful, or something piercing through her heart. It wasn’t the type of gasp that caught your attention as if you saw a spider, or dropped your phone on the ground… It was the type of gasp that releases from the body in distress or worry.
I remembering sitting up, blankly staring at her and waiting for her to tell me what happened. Was it dad? Did you forget to turn off the stove? What the hell just happened? And she didn’t say a word, she slowly raised her arm and pointed towards the TV as her eyes were glued to the television. She didn’t even blink, say a word, or take a breath at that very moment we saw an airplane crash into the twin towers. Let me remind you, I was only 10 years- old. I was in the 5th grade. To be quite honest with you, I didn’t even know what the Twin Towers were or where they were even located. But it doesn’t take a genius in geography to understand the powerful message it was sending through my eyes, my body, and my soul. I remember watching the news replay it over, and over, and over again. And I can remember thinking, who did this? Why did they do this? What is happening?
My mom called my dad immediately, and it was just chaos on the east coast. He wasn’t sure when he was going to come home, or what was happening. He knew just as much as we did, our country was under attack.

I got dressed, hopped in the car with my mom and sister, and we headed to school. I could feel the second I walked onto campus that things were right. Teachers were in this anxious and nervous mood, the kids weren’t playing as they normally did, and not only were they not acting normal but I wasn’t either. I got to class and we began talking about it. You’d be surprised how intelligent we were at the whopping age of 10, we all have brilliant little minds that even adults were baffled by. We talked about the situation, who these people were and why they were doing what they were doing to us. Our teacher explained to us in the “dumbest version” possible how politics worked and what could possibly be going on with our country. But of course, we couldn’t grasp that concept. The only concept we seemed to grasp onto was, how can a group of human beings cause an entire massacre to our country to prove a point and send a message? At 10 years old, I didn’t quite understand. And even 13 years later, I can’t say that I do now. I don’t think anyone really does. We tell ourselves these things, and listen to these big powerful men and women who tell us what to think about the situation but ultimately, do we in fact understand? I cannot answer that question for you, but speaking for myself… I can’t say that I do.

A few days later my dad returned home, and that was the first time I ever saw my dad cry. And I’m not talking little tears running down your face and the sniffles, I am talking full on cry in a sobbing position with no control of your breathing or body.
My whole entire life my dad has been a firefighter and pretty damn good one at it. My dad has a heart of gold, and the kind you don’t forget. And when my dad watched on tv these men and women fighting for others, losing their lives, and the extreme amounts of courage and dedication they have for one another and their country is just phenomenal. In these moments I know he was proud to be apart of fire, I truly believe he was born and destined to do what he did everyday in the fire community. He was a legend, and will continue to be one well after he has retired.
For me, Sept 11 hits home. I can relate to the little girls out there who’s daddy is a firefighter, because my dad has been one my entire life. And I begin to think about how they must have felt, how incredibly proud they must have been to know their OWN dad was out there fighting for the lives of others. To help and serve for their country. To do what they do best, to fight fires. And then I think about how they must have felt when they lost their own dad’s, the ones doing these incredible acts of bravery and STILL how truly proud they must be to know how much a difference their dad have made in those very moments. Some of us leave our marks in life, and I can truly say the firefighters on Sept 11 made a mark on not only the lives of others, their fellow firefighters, their friends and family, and mine.

God Bless America

xo Sarah