Good morning inbox.
Good morning facebook.
I see Joel & Tyler send their love...
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Friday, August 31, 2012
13 years ago
26.5.09
You've Got Mail.
23.02.09 - Monday
Good morning inbox.
Good morning facebook.
I see Joel & Tyler send their love...
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Good morning inbox.
Good morning facebook.
I see Joel & Tyler send their love...
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Crack Cream? No Thanks, I'm Good. . .
22.02.09 - Sunday
Who doesn’t love a lazy Sunday afternoon? Well, I know I do, but this wasn’t one of those days. . . Only because it was filled with geocaching adventures, hilarious merchandise discoveries & edible grass.
Now, to begin our story, let me share my new addiction to geocaching. Geocaching = treasure hunting = stupendous! Intrigued? You should be!
Well, today our geocache selections took us to the Five Points area in Huntsville, which also took us to Star Market.
Now, Star Market is a very small, very expensive grocery store that sells many a unique ware. Such as. . .
Yes. Crack Cream & Butt Paste. A much needed addition to your medicine cabinet, to be sure. . .
After deciding no one in our group was in need of these distinctive items, we meandered over, around, on, atop, across, upon, along, between, among &
near some railroad tracks and found our way to The Lumberyard. If you’re looking for a swing made out of tarp, an old, 3-legged bathtub, or a Grateful Dead mega-scale, well, you’ve come to the right place. . .
At the end of such a long, eventful afternoon, it is necessary to stop in to Garden Cove Produce Center to pick up some green, nutritious. . . grass. Yup, it’s in the cheese section. And it’s on sale! Hurry in!
February 22, you made my day.
Who doesn’t love a lazy Sunday afternoon? Well, I know I do, but this wasn’t one of those days. . . Only because it was filled with geocaching adventures, hilarious merchandise discoveries & edible grass.
Now, to begin our story, let me share my new addiction to geocaching. Geocaching = treasure hunting = stupendous! Intrigued? You should be!
Well, today our geocache selections took us to the Five Points area in Huntsville, which also took us to Star Market.
Now, Star Market is a very small, very expensive grocery store that sells many a unique ware. Such as. . .
Yes. Crack Cream & Butt Paste. A much needed addition to your medicine cabinet, to be sure. . .
After deciding no one in our group was in need of these distinctive items, we meandered over, around, on, atop, across, upon, along, between, among &
near some railroad tracks and found our way to The Lumberyard. If you’re looking for a swing made out of tarp, an old, 3-legged bathtub, or a Grateful Dead mega-scale, well, you’ve come to the right place. . .
At the end of such a long, eventful afternoon, it is necessary to stop in to Garden Cove Produce Center to pick up some green, nutritious. . . grass. Yup, it’s in the cheese section. And it’s on sale! Hurry in!February 22, you made my day.
21.5.09
Free & Fun!
I heart Grosgrain. I also heart the fact that she gives away free stuff. Like this stuff:
Pincushion Ring
Milk Weed Skirt
Blueberry Pie Frock
And, um, this totally made my day:
"You've probably heard 'An apple a day keeps the doctor away.'
New research suggests a plump apple bottom might do the same."
Pincushion Ring
Milk Weed Skirt
Blueberry Pie Frock
And, um, this totally made my day:
"You've probably heard 'An apple a day keeps the doctor away.'
New research suggests a plump apple bottom might do the same."
20.5.09
Meet Allen.
21.02.09 - Saturday
I would like everyone to meet Allen.
He’s a retired greyhound racing dog. And he’s absurdly tall. And he’s absurdly friendly.
Lauren & I met Allen at the Huntsville Dog Park this weekend when we took Rigley to get some social interaction. Too bad Rigley is completely indifferent to other dogs, and rather than playing with them in the park, he made friends with all the other people there. Oh Rigley.
But Allen. Oh Allen. Allen has a special talent. He has a talent to find idle hands & find a use for them. Such as using them to pet him. And since he’s so freakishly tall, he could walk right up to you, lean against your leg & your hand would be at the perfect level to pat his side while it hung there unused.
Another trick of Allen’s was to squeeze in-between people. And, well, there wasn’t actually much squeezing, because the dog’s so skinny, that even when Lauren & I were standing barely a foot apart, he would just meander on up and amble in-between us in order to position himself just so by leaning against one of our legs & silently demand a good rub down.
Smart dog that Allen. Smart dog.
I would like everyone to meet Allen.
He’s a retired greyhound racing dog. And he’s absurdly tall. And he’s absurdly friendly.Lauren & I met Allen at the Huntsville Dog Park this weekend when we took Rigley to get some social interaction. Too bad Rigley is completely indifferent to other dogs, and rather than playing with them in the park, he made friends with all the other people there. Oh Rigley.
But Allen. Oh Allen. Allen has a special talent. He has a talent to find idle hands & find a use for them. Such as using them to pet him. And since he’s so freakishly tall, he could walk right up to you, lean against your leg & your hand would be at the perfect level to pat his side while it hung there unused.
Another trick of Allen’s was to squeeze in-between people. And, well, there wasn’t actually much squeezing, because the dog’s so skinny, that even when Lauren & I were standing barely a foot apart, he would just meander on up and amble in-between us in order to position himself just so by leaning against one of our legs & silently demand a good rub down.
Smart dog that Allen. Smart dog.
18.5.09
What Did YOU Accomplish Before 8:30 am This Morning??
20.02.09 - Friday
Alright folks,
This Friday morning was unlike any normal, welcomed Friday morning. In as such, I would like to share my Friday, the 20th of February morning with you all, since, well, in my opinion, it couldn't get any weirder. Alright. Here goes...
6:30 - 7:15 - All is well. Normal waking up rituals.
7:15 - 7:25 - Walk Rigley (the dog I'm dog-sitting...) Meanwhile, get to the end of the street and see something on a neighbor's back balcony. Um. What?? Yup. A Bovinae of sorts...
Indeed, a cow.
7:45 - 7:50 - Start drive to work. Realize I need gas. I know there are gas stations on Governor's Blvd. "Let's go there!" I think...
7:52 - Pull into gas station next to something that resembled this:
What's up playa!?
7:53 - Start pumping gas. Get the head-to-toe look-over from "friendly" gentleman walking out of gas station. Begin to realize maybe this wasn't the best idea... I start praying vehemently to my friend Jesus.
7:54 - A couple different cars have pulled up next to different pumps. But they are not actually pumping any gas... Continue praying...
7:55 - Giant Chevy Suburban rolls in blasting something incoherent due to enormous amounts of bass & indistinguishable curse words & terribly inappropriate phrases. Don't worry though. This guy was sporting a Tweety Bird air freshener.
Totally gangsta.
7:55.3 - Large man steps out of still-running Suburban with smoke streaming after him... "Smoking cigarettes at a gas station? Not a very smart man..." I think to myself... Oh. Wait. That's not cigarette smoke..........
7:55.6 - Woman from next car over, pulling off the mullet with bleached streak hair-do & bedroom slippers, jumps into the passenger side of still-running Suburban, looks very inconspicuous while inhaling & exhaling some indiscernible smoke-like substance until the driver of said Suburban returns to the driver seat, when she then exits. Continue to pray for forgiveness for my stupidity in gas station choices...
Something similar to this lovely woman's "do."
7:57 - Woman from a second car wearing a body too big for her clothes runs up to the Suburban's passenger side window, which proceeds to roll down. Mumbles something I gladly couldn't hear. Apparently does not get the response she desired from Suburban man. Stalks away upset. I start thinking this gas pump doesn't work, because it seems to be taking forever to fill my tank...
7:58 - 7:59 - Finally done pumping gas. Do everything in my power not to run around to my driver's side door. Big Suburban starts to pull towards me as I walk around. I continue with ardent prayer. Man then backs his car up to shout "Cry Baby! Cry Baby!" to woman with ill-fitting clothing. I jump in my car & pull away onto the road next to a safe little blue Toyota Prius.
7:59 - 8:03 - Thank God for keeping me alive. Ask for forgiveness for my ineptitude in choosing gas stations.
8:04 - Change lanes on I-565. See postcard-sized piece of something flying towards my car in the corner of my eye as I'm changing lanes. Postcard-sized piece of something turns out to be thick chunk of wood. Wood hits my windshield at something around 75 mph, accomplishing three things at once.
1. Scaring the bejeezes out of me.
2. Cracking my windshield.
3. Giving me the chance to thank God for such a challenging morning in order for me to truly appreciate my Friday all that much more...
8:07 - Somehow manage to make it to work in one piece.
8:08 - Walk in and immediately start sharing my morning adventure with my area-mate Tom, who drops his jaw & asks, "Why on EARTH would you get gas on Governor's Blvd??"
I say, "Because I thought it would be fine at 8am in the morning."
"Becky, Becky, Becky... Governor's Blvd is not an acceptable place to stop at ANY time of the day. Well, I'm just glad you didn't get shot or propositioned."
Thanks for the concern Tom.
So... How does this compare to YOUR morning???
Alright folks,
This Friday morning was unlike any normal, welcomed Friday morning. In as such, I would like to share my Friday, the 20th of February morning with you all, since, well, in my opinion, it couldn't get any weirder. Alright. Here goes...
6:30 - 7:15 - All is well. Normal waking up rituals.
7:15 - 7:25 - Walk Rigley (the dog I'm dog-sitting...) Meanwhile, get to the end of the street and see something on a neighbor's back balcony. Um. What?? Yup. A Bovinae of sorts...
Indeed, a cow.7:45 - 7:50 - Start drive to work. Realize I need gas. I know there are gas stations on Governor's Blvd. "Let's go there!" I think...
7:52 - Pull into gas station next to something that resembled this:
What's up playa!?7:53 - Start pumping gas. Get the head-to-toe look-over from "friendly" gentleman walking out of gas station. Begin to realize maybe this wasn't the best idea... I start praying vehemently to my friend Jesus.
7:54 - A couple different cars have pulled up next to different pumps. But they are not actually pumping any gas... Continue praying...
7:55 - Giant Chevy Suburban rolls in blasting something incoherent due to enormous amounts of bass & indistinguishable curse words & terribly inappropriate phrases. Don't worry though. This guy was sporting a Tweety Bird air freshener.
Totally gangsta.7:55.3 - Large man steps out of still-running Suburban with smoke streaming after him... "Smoking cigarettes at a gas station? Not a very smart man..." I think to myself... Oh. Wait. That's not cigarette smoke..........
7:55.6 - Woman from next car over, pulling off the mullet with bleached streak hair-do & bedroom slippers, jumps into the passenger side of still-running Suburban, looks very inconspicuous while inhaling & exhaling some indiscernible smoke-like substance until the driver of said Suburban returns to the driver seat, when she then exits. Continue to pray for forgiveness for my stupidity in gas station choices...
Something similar to this lovely woman's "do."7:57 - Woman from a second car wearing a body too big for her clothes runs up to the Suburban's passenger side window, which proceeds to roll down. Mumbles something I gladly couldn't hear. Apparently does not get the response she desired from Suburban man. Stalks away upset. I start thinking this gas pump doesn't work, because it seems to be taking forever to fill my tank...
7:58 - 7:59 - Finally done pumping gas. Do everything in my power not to run around to my driver's side door. Big Suburban starts to pull towards me as I walk around. I continue with ardent prayer. Man then backs his car up to shout "Cry Baby! Cry Baby!" to woman with ill-fitting clothing. I jump in my car & pull away onto the road next to a safe little blue Toyota Prius.
7:59 - 8:03 - Thank God for keeping me alive. Ask for forgiveness for my ineptitude in choosing gas stations.
8:04 - Change lanes on I-565. See postcard-sized piece of something flying towards my car in the corner of my eye as I'm changing lanes. Postcard-sized piece of something turns out to be thick chunk of wood. Wood hits my windshield at something around 75 mph, accomplishing three things at once.
1. Scaring the bejeezes out of me.
2. Cracking my windshield.
3. Giving me the chance to thank God for such a challenging morning in order for me to truly appreciate my Friday all that much more...
8:07 - Somehow manage to make it to work in one piece.
8:08 - Walk in and immediately start sharing my morning adventure with my area-mate Tom, who drops his jaw & asks, "Why on EARTH would you get gas on Governor's Blvd??"
I say, "Because I thought it would be fine at 8am in the morning."
"Becky, Becky, Becky... Governor's Blvd is not an acceptable place to stop at ANY time of the day. Well, I'm just glad you didn't get shot or propositioned."
Thanks for the concern Tom.
So... How does this compare to YOUR morning???
Bee Spit
17.02.09 - Tuesday
Today, I would merely like to share my love for bee spit, better known as honey.
This along with my love for using it as a sweetener, a cooking agent, a sore throat soother, and more often than not, a snack. Yup. I eat this delicious bee byproduct by the spoonfuls. This, I believe, is not primarily triggered by the deliciousness of the honey in itself, but by the container I have chosen to store it in & the serving utensil that has been bestowed upon me to use in order to retrieve the sweet nectar.
You see, when you live in Colorado, you tend to collect particular treasures from the oddities of the places & people constantly surrounding you, such as, the oddities that come from a wonderful, magical land known as Boulder. Boulder is not only the home to the University of Colorado, year-round, bare-foot hippies, an astonishing amount of an astonishing array of “herbs,” giant wind turbines & brilliant restaurants who serve 99¢ Bloody Marys during the weekends, but also a marvelous company known as Celestial Seasonings. Mmmm…. tea…
Now, to tie this little tangent into my honey obsession, it is fairly well known that people enjoy the golden liquid with their teas in order to sweeten the otherwise slightly bitter or bland beverages. Sometimes little, plastic containers in the shapes of bears & beehives decorate tea trays, spice cabinets & office kitchens, but myself, I prefer to store my honey in an old jar obtained from my grandparents. While having a solid, glass container prevents me from squeezing the delightful honey into my teas, this is not a concern to me, because I have a splendid utensil to help me retrieve my sweet nectar. It is a special, beautiful honey spoon. You just use this baby to scoop out some honey & then park it right there on side of your steaming cup of brewed magnificence to let it slowly flow into the hot liquid. Well, either that, or bypass the cup entirely & obtain immediate satisfaction by directing that spoon directly into your mouth, such as I do.
Alright, well, there you have it.
I love honey.
.
Today, I would merely like to share my love for bee spit, better known as honey.
This along with my love for using it as a sweetener, a cooking agent, a sore throat soother, and more often than not, a snack. Yup. I eat this delicious bee byproduct by the spoonfuls. This, I believe, is not primarily triggered by the deliciousness of the honey in itself, but by the container I have chosen to store it in & the serving utensil that has been bestowed upon me to use in order to retrieve the sweet nectar.
You see, when you live in Colorado, you tend to collect particular treasures from the oddities of the places & people constantly surrounding you, such as, the oddities that come from a wonderful, magical land known as Boulder. Boulder is not only the home to the University of Colorado, year-round, bare-foot hippies, an astonishing amount of an astonishing array of “herbs,” giant wind turbines & brilliant restaurants who serve 99¢ Bloody Marys during the weekends, but also a marvelous company known as Celestial Seasonings. Mmmm…. tea…
Now, to tie this little tangent into my honey obsession, it is fairly well known that people enjoy the golden liquid with their teas in order to sweeten the otherwise slightly bitter or bland beverages. Sometimes little, plastic containers in the shapes of bears & beehives decorate tea trays, spice cabinets & office kitchens, but myself, I prefer to store my honey in an old jar obtained from my grandparents. While having a solid, glass container prevents me from squeezing the delightful honey into my teas, this is not a concern to me, because I have a splendid utensil to help me retrieve my sweet nectar. It is a special, beautiful honey spoon. You just use this baby to scoop out some honey & then park it right there on side of your steaming cup of brewed magnificence to let it slowly flow into the hot liquid. Well, either that, or bypass the cup entirely & obtain immediate satisfaction by directing that spoon directly into your mouth, such as I do.
Alright, well, there you have it.
I love honey.
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21.4.09
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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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.
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.
:)
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.
:)
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… :)
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… :)
20.4.09
17.4.09
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.
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!
And, for your viewing pleasure.
You’re welcome.
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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.
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!
And, for your viewing pleasure.
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?!
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.
END SCENE.
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…
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.
END SCENE.
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. :)
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. :)
16.4.09
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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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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20.3.09
Kids Seats Just Five Bucks!
24.01.09 - Saturday
I am officially on my way to participating in all things ‘Country’ and ‘Southern’ while living here in the south.
What did I get to check off my list tonight?? Going to a Monster Truck Jam!!
Yup. You better believe it. (Just don’t forget your earplugs!)
We even got to go down and walk amongst the trucks, BMXers, and loads of people sporting their best “night on the town” outfits. (Carhartts, camo, trucker hats and Confederate flags galore!) What a glorious way to spend a Saturday evening!
I, myself, tried to fit in with the crowd, sporting my own trucker hat, ripped jeans, and carrying my belongings in a Piggly Wiggly bag. Makes me look right at home whilst I sit inside this giant monster truck tire, right!?
What sort of displays of ‘country’ gallantry did we get to witness??
Monster Trucks smashing puny little cars.
Exploding transmissions! (See the smoke? Whoops…)
FLIPPING & flying motocross bikes! (That was legitimately cool…)
It’s just too bad we didn’t go on SUNDAY! SUNDAY! SUNDAY!
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I am officially on my way to participating in all things ‘Country’ and ‘Southern’ while living here in the south.
What did I get to check off my list tonight?? Going to a Monster Truck Jam!!
Yup. You better believe it. (Just don’t forget your earplugs!)
We even got to go down and walk amongst the trucks, BMXers, and loads of people sporting their best “night on the town” outfits. (Carhartts, camo, trucker hats and Confederate flags galore!) What a glorious way to spend a Saturday evening!
I, myself, tried to fit in with the crowd, sporting my own trucker hat, ripped jeans, and carrying my belongings in a Piggly Wiggly bag. Makes me look right at home whilst I sit inside this giant monster truck tire, right!?What sort of displays of ‘country’ gallantry did we get to witness??
Monster Trucks smashing puny little cars.
Exploding transmissions! (See the smoke? Whoops…)
FLIPPING & flying motocross bikes! (That was legitimately cool…)
It’s just too bad we didn’t go on SUNDAY! SUNDAY! SUNDAY!
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Summer of 69 Thrift Store Refashion Frock GIVEAWAY!!!!
Definitely going to be my new hobby... And I'll finally start using my grandmother's old sewing machine! Thrift Store Refashioning!
Summer of 69 Thrift Store Refashion Frock GIVEAWAY!!!!
Summer of 69 Thrift Store Refashion Frock GIVEAWAY!!!!
19.3.09
Jedi or Pirate, hmm? How About Both, hmm!?
23.01.09 - Friday
What’s better than a Jedi?? How about a Pirate Jedi!?
Now all Yoda needs is a Tall Ship! Like this one!
I have a thing for Jedi, pirates & tall ships. Don’t worry about it.
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What’s better than a Jedi?? How about a Pirate Jedi!?
Now all Yoda needs is a Tall Ship! Like this one!
I have a thing for Jedi, pirates & tall ships. Don’t worry about it.
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