Singles Awareness Day.

14.02.09 - Saturday

In honor of this great American holiday, Singles Awareness Day, my friends & I decided to have a dinner to celebrate our singleness! This holiday is sometimes overlooked when everyone else concentrates so much on that silly holiday that shares the same date… what’s it called? Oh, right. Valentine’s Day. That day where men & women spend copious amounts of money on candy, flowers, frilly cards, and sometimes even jewelry in order to try & convince the love of their life that they LUUUUUUUUUUV them. Really? Really…?

Right, so, overriding that flimsy, Hallmark-driven holiday, we have Singles Awareness Day. And as I have many single friends (and many lovely non-single friends as well!), we decided to have a bit of a party to celebrate our one-ness in ourselves, but together-ness in each other, by eating yummy food & making up our own desserts when original plans fall through. :) (Hello vanilla ice cream, homemade whipped cream & cocoa powder!)

I am quite thankful for these awesome friends I have. (Even Nate.)

I love my life.




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Pippi Longstocking-esque.

07.02.09 - Saturday

After a night of friends, marriage, dancing & champagne, one needs to revitalize oneself with a good, hearty breakfast. Where better to have such a meal than at Burnt Toast in Boulder, Colorado? They have the. best. biscuits. I have ever had the pleasure of putting in my mouth. Seriously. Have one of those (honest, you’ll only need one… it’s the size of a softball) with the Green Eggs & Ham and a teapot of some of the smoothest Earl Gray tea ever to wash over your taste buds, and you’ll be floating on cloud nine.

Maybe that’s how those feet/footprints/weird foot like things got up there. Either that, or Pippi Longstocking has been visiting and walking on walls again.

32 Cases of Champagne?!?

06.02.09 - Friday

Yes. That’s right. 32 cases of champagne. Or well, at least a number similar to 32. Could be more. Could be less (though I doubt it…).

This is a piece of knowledge my friends Stephanie, Lisa, Kim & I discovered this weekend at our sorority sister Adrienne’s wedding in Colorado. 32 cases of Verdi Sparkling Italian. And under command of the groom himself, it was our job to help nullify the existence of said Verdi. So, under such obligation, and in the hands of the oh-so-gorgeous bartender, we did our part to clear the bar of those pesky bottles. You’re welcome bride & groom. You’re welcome.

One of the highlights of the night (outside of Adrienne’s marriage)? With a little Verdi courage, and the persistence of those whom for some reason I call “friends,” I ended up dancing with a very cute, very young, ginger man. Hello, my name is Becky. I’m a cougar. But it’s okay. He’s in a band.

All in all, it must be said, Pi Phis always have more fun.



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Christmas in February!

03.02.09 - Tuesday

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. I LOVE packages! Well, more specifically, I love getting presents, and come on, let’s be honest, I’m not alone in this…

Most of my favorite packages come with the return address labeled “Kim James.” From CDs to funny pajamas, it’s always a treat seeing her name in that upper left hand corner of a box.

Now, I knew this box was in the works, and would eventually result in a note on my door stating “You have a package at the Club House.” (You know… the Club House that I passed in my car on the way in, all the way on the opposite side of my complex, where carrying big boxes from there to my apartment makes for an enjoyable scene for those lucky enough to witness my trek… Yeah, that Club House.) But while I knew it was in existence, I wasn’t sure when it would arrive, and much less, what it would contain. You see, this box was to hold all things Birthday & Christmas. Which was… what? 1.5 months ago? Yup, Kim & I are awesome. :D

So, needless to say, I was surprised & excited when I got my “Club House” note today. And well, the surprise didn’t end at merely receiving the box, because you see, as I opened it, I was immediately attacked by what Kim likes to describe as such:



Yes. Tons & tons of glitter. All over everything. And not big pieces of glitter either. Teeny, tiny, microscopic pieces of shimmering glitter. (Don’t get me wrong… I LOVE glitter. Just maybe not all over my hands, table, carpet, etc. :) Now, I couldn’t tell if this was on purpose or what, so I merely shrugged my shoulders & proceeded to dive into the box’s contents, which included the following:


A bottle of Pepsi
Potato candy (uh, yum?)
Gummi lobsters
Chocolate covered Maine blueberries
A chocolate Wicked Whoopie (YUM! Just don’t even think about looking at the caloric content of one of these… Life’s just better sometimes when you are ignorant.)
A box of Nerds
A dog shaped stapler
A mouth harp
A lego desk calendar
Sunflower seed butter from Trader Joe’s
Mango raspberry Jam, Fig Jam, & Pumpkin Butter from a homemade seller at the amazing Hillcrest Farmers Market
And last, but definitely not least, a broken container of Twilight’s Edward Cullen body glitter. (ah… a moment of enlightenment.)

One of the best packages EVER. Now if only she could have included some taro frozen yogurt with mochi & mangos from Yog-art… But I guess I’ll just have to settle with actually going out to San Diego to get that. Woe is me… :)

A Little Healthy Competition

I'm going to make something like this one day... But for now, I'll just settle for trying to win it instead.

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Parthenonononon...

31.01.09 - Saturday

Um. These past two days have probably been some of the best days of my life. No joke. “But why Becky?” you might ask… Well, let me tell you.

You see, it all started with Becky finally finding a car for purchase to replace her poor little ol’ Saturn. But the thing was, the car was in Nashville. What did this mean!? Road trip!

So, what started out as Becky, Eric, Joel & Clark, soon grew into Becky, Eric, Joel, Clark, Kayla, Lauren & Jane. We officially had a party. Well, we loaded up into two cars and hit the road for Nashvegas!!

On the way up, we experienced in-car dance parties (complete with strobe lights!), “It’s like, you know?!,” and having our love locked down.

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An amazing car ride to say the least.

We ate dinner at Bosco’s (yum! Get the beer sampler! It’s like Christmas… But available year round… :) and then ventured down to “The Strip.” Fun times all around.

After spending the night at Clark’s uncle’s house (including such events as sweatshirt hunts, MySpace pictures, & general craziness) we proceeded to Fido’s for breakfast where I was to meet my new car. So exciting!

Now, Becky has her new wheels (yay 2000 5 speed Volkswagon Passat Wagon in British Racing Green!) and we’re off for some fun in the sun! Where to? The Parthenon of course! (Or is it the “Parthenonononononon…”?? Hmm… Joel?) But not in Greece silly… Right there in the middle of good ol’ Nashville! (Seriously though, really cool place. Check it.)

Nothing’s better than spending a sunny afternoon with good friends in good places. Unless you’re all models. Which then makes it glorious.



And it must be said. None of this would have been made possible without the magnificent LC.








Nashville + sharing beds + sunshine swing sessions = Instant BFF!




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You’re welcome.




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Pumpkin Eaters Never Prosper

28.01.09 - Wednesday

What are those sayings? Cheaters Never Prosper? Cheater, Cheater, Pumpkin Eater? Hmmm… Well, CLARK, this post, is for you.

You see, all we wanted was a fun night of games. Specifically, a fun night of geocaching, but that plan was thwarted when we didn’t have a GPS unit to guide us… So instead, we played UNO. Clark, Eric, Brittany & I were down for some good, clean fun. Well, no, let me rephrase that… Eric, Brittany & I were down for some good, clean fun. While Clark cheated.

SCENE:
Brittany, Clark & Eric sitting around my table. I’m sitting on the floor. (I only have 3 chairs in my apartment. I keep meaning to get one more… meh.) Cards are dealt. Turns are played. Eric begins to accumulate quite the collection of UNO cards. Poor Eric. Clark is constantly down to one card… Lucky Clark. Picture of funny circumstances is taken. Play continues. Eric’s looking to invest in this game… Becky looks down under the table for some reason… Um. UM?!

BECKY
Are those extra cards on the floor?

BRITTANY & ERIC
Huh?

BECKY
There are some UNO cards on the floor. Did they fall down or something?

CLARK
[stifles a laugh]
Uhhh?

BECKY
Clark! Are those your cards?!

CLARK
[bursts out laughing]
Hahahaha! I’ve been cheating for like the entire game! If I won, I swear I was going to tell you guys…

Play continues… with side glances & regular checks for the floor surrounding Clark’s chair. And who won the game? Eric. The man with ¾ of the deck in his hand.

See Clark? Cheaters never prosper. Though, I guess they don’t really eat pumpkins either. Instead, you ate my delicious chocolate cupcakes fresh out the oven.

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The Very Hungry Caterpillar

27.01.09 - Tuesday

I received a fun little surprise today as I went to get my mail.

A big (okay, funny little interruption of a story – as I was just attempting to type “big” I accidentally typed in “bug.” Thanks for the help fingers!), fuzzy caterpillar greeted me this afternoon!

I L.O.V.E. caterpillars! I’m terrified to touch them (don’t ask me why… I can hold snakes, spiders, worms, etc., but am not about to hold a caterpillar…), but this does not inhibit my love for the funny, fuzzy, scrunchy creatures that evolve into beautiful butterflies! I believe this infatuation with them began at an early age… via The Very Hungry Caterpillar. I mean, come on. That book has more colors in it than a kaleidoscope, thus catching every 3-5 year-old’s attention for at least the 10 minutes required to really read the book (if you include the time it takes to point at the pictures, read each word slowly & deliberately, using your very prestigious story-telling voice, and letting the kids flip back & forth at least 5 times per page…). Plus, there’s the ultimate ending… Of transforming into a butterfly! Who doesn’t remember the kindergarten experiments of watching caterpillars create a cocoon & then being re-born as a monarch?? I swore that day I wanted to become a certified butterfly-catcher when I grew up… maybe work at the Pismo Beach Monarch Grove.

Well, I still haven’t grown up… There’s still time for that. :)

The Cliffs of Insanity!

25.01.09 - Sunday

Today I came across something I like to describe as “inconceivable!” I was merely taking my nice sea-foam green beach cruiser out for a spin, avoiding the R.O.U.S.es in the back-country of the Indian Creek Greenway, when I came across a preposterous sight.

This wall. Better known as, “The Cliffs of Insanity!” Or, well, maybe to an ant anyway.

This wall was merely hanging out in the middle of a field along Old Madison Pike. All by itself. With no other walls to join it. Maybe the other 3 sides were taken to the Pit of Despair. Or had an unfortunate encounter with the Brute Squad. Or, worst of all, Dread Pirate Roberts threatened to kill them in the morning, so they ran away.

Whatever the story, I was “concerned” for the lonely wall. I wasn’t nervous, just a bit concerned.









Anybody want a peanut?


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