Wednesday, January 31, 2007


My poor cell phone. It is seeing the end of it's life. After just a few months. Madness I tell you, madness. At the bank today, I slipped and fell on a patch of ice that looked like a puddle. It was a little more solid and slippery than one, though. I fell flat on my back, and it kind of reminded me of that old scene from Home Alone. Except without me crashing into a bunch of paint cans. My back is a little sore, but my cell phone took the biggest beating. The antennae was completely gutted. Ripped out of the top. And the phone was cracked where it had been broken. I think I am getting a new one, but I don't know. Will keep you updated.

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Note to Puppy Boy

Dear Ben/Nenner/Nenner-son/Nenny/Puppy-Boy,
Okay, dude. We soo need to talk. As much as the royal momminess hates it when you sleep on my bed, I really don't care. I actually like it. Because, when Mom and Dad turn the heat off because their room is upstairs and heat rises so it ends up roasting up there, my downstairs room without a door is freezing and you, being the big baby that you are, cuddle up next to me and keep me mildly warm and provide a false sense of security, because, Nenner, let's face it. If bad guys were to break into our house and try to kill me, although you think you are protecting me, you would run whimpering like a little girl. You proved this when i was 9 and fell out of my bed, which made a big crash and Dad told me later that you and he exchanged looks like "I'm not seeing who broke in." and went back to your sleeping. Niiiiiiiice. So, anyway, I could care less if you bring your puppy blanket up on the bed and cuddle up next to me. But when you choose to plant yourself on my feet, and I give you a gentle nudge and a "Move it, Dog.", you soooooooooooooooooooo do not growl at me. That is a big no-no. That will cause you to be exiled to gate duty, which, as you found out last night, is your puppy blanket being moved in front of the gate. Here's the thing, Ben. I let the CAT cuddle up next to me last night, because of my faux-lonliness. You know that the cat and I have had an ongoing rift ever since she decided that Eva the hamster would be a nice present to drop by my door after she caught her out of her cage. Yeeeeeeeeeeahno. Plus, I had to go tell the Momminess that you growled at me, and now she knows you were on my bed. Which means you won't be cuddling anytime soon. You would think you would learn your lesson after you were exiled to outside for 2 days, until the poo-poo weather interfered, after snapping at Dad. So, here's just a little note to warn you. NO GROWLING AT ME!!


Today is......*drumroll*


Back to bed with myself, I suppose. How sad. (Not)

Monday, January 29, 2007

Saturday, January 27, 2007

Mid-Winter Report

This weekend was the glorious Mid-Winter Youth Retreat. A complete and total blast, I must say. My favorite preacher, Rev. Mark Johnston, was the speaker, and the music was coordinated by IBC Praise. On Friday night, service began at 8 PM, but Bro.Johnston didn't get into the pulpit until about 10. He preached about "Jacob's Passion", taking his scripture from the story of the birth of Jacob and Esau. (I say this because I don't remember the exact text)

Before their birth, Rebekah could sense that something was wrong with the baby she was carrying. The way Bro. Johnston put it, he said that things became so bad that Rebekah probably wished that Isaac's prayer that her womb would be opened (she was barren for 19 years) had never been prayed. She went to the Lord and asked her why this was happening to her. God answered-(Genesis 25:23)

The LORD said to her,

"Two nations are in your womb,

and two peoples from within you will be separated;

one people will be stronger than the other,

and the older will serve the younger."

When Esau and Jacob were born, Esau came out first, very red and hairy. Isaac and Rebekah named him Esau because of what he looked like. When Jacob came out, he was clutching onto his brothers heel. This showed some form of struggle. Jacob saw an opportunity to take advantage of the chance to get out first. This is because he had a purpose. He didn't know what it was, he might not have even been very aware of it yet, but he had a purpose and he was eager to get to it quickly. Bro.Johnston continued to go through the different trials that Jacob faced, showing his passion to see God, until he finally wrestled with God. The big difference between the two brothers was that Jacob was named for his passion, he sought to see God, he was not appeased by the status quo, and strove to do more than was needed, while Esau was named for his appearance, sought to maintain for the moment, was happy to remain in his comfort zone, and was happy to just squeak by. There are plenty of Christians out in the world today who are Esaus. They look the part. They are so focused on the outward appearance that they have lost their burden for the lost and all they will ever be known for is being "the girl with the long hair and skirt", their appearance, and never reach their full potential. Then there are the Jacobs. They strive to make a difference. They have a passion, a calling. They will do something great for God. And the thing about them is that they are the person that you would least expect to be used greatly. They are the ones who don't have the money to dress right, or don't look the part. They are the outcasts, the ones everyone makes fun of. They don't care. All they know is that they have a passion and will do whatever it takes to achieve it. The alter call was amazing. People deep in prayer, crying and worshipping. There was such a great presence of the Lord in that place.

After service was over, we headed off to the Chiller for food, fellowship, and ice-skating. I love this part of the retreat because it is the one time between camp and camp that we get to see all of our friends. The guy I have like for ever (hence known as 9-year-guy or 9YG) was there and much to my dismay, had decided to attempt to grow a goatee. Ew. It looked like he had seriously missed a spot shaving. I felt like going up to him and saying "9YG, you know, you look like a weed-hacker decided to attempt to eat your face." But I refrained. And his dad made him shave it off before this mornings service. I knew I liked him.

We got back from the Chiller at about 3 AM. We went to bed at 4:30 AM. I got up at 7:45. Not good times. I took a shower, and made myself look beautiful (I actually think I looked semi-cute, too IMNSHO) Bro. Johnston preached again on a similar topic. The title was "Where is the next Shamgar?"

Judges 3:31
And after him was Shamgar the son of Anath, which slew of the Philistines six hundred men with an ox goad: and he also delivered Israel.

Shamgar had been told from the time of his birth that his people were worth next to nothing. The Philistines had encaptured his people and disarmed them. They took their swords and spears but allowed them to keep their ox goads. For those of you (like me) who don't know what an ox goad is, it is a stick with a pointed end, for prodding oxen, and an end shaped into a shovel, for planting. The Philistines only allowed these people to keep the things that allowed them to make their living, to maintain the status quo. They were able to go down to the Philistines camp and sharpen their goads once per year. The Philistines probably thought when they saw Shamgar coming to get the goad sharpened, "Look at that worthless little lazy Israelite. What could he possibly do." And Shamgar took the little that he had, the only weapon allowed to him, and wiped out the Philistines. The signifigance of this, Bro.Johnston said, was that God took something seemingly meaningless, meant to serve a minor purpose in maintaining the norm, and used it to do a mighty work. Because of this, nobody has the excuse to say that they don't have what they need to do something great. God can take the most insignifigant detail, use it, and make it great. It was yet another amazing service.

In short, I highly recommend buying the DVD's or CD's or tapes of the retreat. They are so encouraging and uplifting, and definately worthwhile.

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Thursday 13 #9

13 Best Movie Lines Ever
  1. "You're feverish! You wait right here. I'll go get the baby thermometer and the petroleum jelly!" (TJ's Mom,Recess:School's Out)
  2. "It's a liger. Kind of like a lion and tiger mixed. Bred for it's skills in magic." (Napoleon Dynamite)
  3. "Josey Grossy!" (Cafeteria, Never Been Kissed)
  4. "She turned me into a newt....I got better!" (Random Peasant, Monty Python and the Holy Grail)
  5. "Maybe I misread her letter-Dear Muffin, I hate you. Love, Pumpkin."(Rogers, Swan Princess III)
  6. "That's amazing!" "Yes, I will forever be known as the man who unlocked a door!" (Servents and DaVinci, Ever After)
  7. "I am your father's brother's nephew's cousin's former roommate. " (Dark Helmet, Spaceballs)
  8. "Sign me up for the next war!" (Grandma, Mulan)
  9. "For you, baby, I could be.." (Puss in Boots, Shrek 2)
  10. Cleric:And Saint Attila raised the hand grenade up on high, saying, "O Lord, bless this thy hand grenade, that with it thou mayst blow thine enemies to tiny bits, in thy mercy." And the Lord did grin. And the people did feast upon the lambs and sloths, and carp and anchovies, and orangutans and breakfast cereals, and fruit-bats and large chu...
    Brother Maynard: Skip a bit, Brother...
    Cleric: And the Lord spake, saying, "First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, neither count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who, being naughty in my sight, shall snuff it. (Monty Pyton and The Holy Grail)
  11. "Prepare for a little stinging!" (Exterminator, Over The Hedge)
  12. "My Precious!" (Smeegle, The Lord Of The Rings)
  13. "Oh, right. The poison. The poison for Kuzco, the poison chosen especially to kill Kuzco, Kuzco's poison. That poison? " (Kronk, The Emperors New Groove)

Peace! Land! Bread! A New Name!

I feel the outcry from the masses. Thus far, 83.3% of you have demanded a new name for About Abosolutely Nothing. So, while I have my own ideas, what are your thoughts? Should this change include a new URL? What names do you like? Comments please?

Tuesday, January 23, 2007


2 minutes into the State of the Union and already a Bushism..

"We ended the year 2007..."

Total Randomness

Well, today was a "meh" day. Blissfully uneventful. We continued our fitness test today in gym, with agility, crunches, and pushups. Tomorrow is the 10-minute run. Guess how excited about that I am not. I have come to love third period. Cute History Teacher complimented my flippin' sweet powerpoint skills today in class, while I did/am still doing the lion's share of the work on the 1930's Germany Project. Ick. Bio is still the whole DNA/RNA thing, which I don't find very interesting. My favorite is the whole genetic diseases studies. Learning about Sickle Cell, Tay Sachs, Cystic Fibrosis, etc. Spanish is kicking my hiney. I hate the future tense. It makes me tense. I have un examen on the tense tomorrow. Yay. Typing is terrific, I'm well ahead in that class, and Geometry is, well, Geometry.

After school today my family went to the YMCA (insert catchy tune here). Mom had a class to take and all of the workout machines were taken up, so Dad and I went and shot some hoops. I will not reveal the results of such because I want to keep my dignity, thank you much.

And finally, the last item of the day... I am sick and tired of the typing fixes on blogrolls for my site. So I ask you people.....

Monday, January 22, 2007

And after a greuling day of unnecessary school...

I am exhausted. Almost every school from here to Columbus (including the Career Center and Catholic school here) closed today and we had to go. Ech. So, as if that day couldn't be more of a bleeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhh, we had to do part of the fitness exam in gym. Stairs. Ick. I did 30 in a minute and was quite proud of myself, despite my legs giving out and my heart rate going up to 176 per minute. Maybe I will lose some weight in gym class this year, though, which I will enjoy. Although, should you see me you should not tell me this unless I am a mere shadow of myself. For some reason whenever someone says "You've lost weight" I end up putting it back on. Not good times. I have ran all 3 of my laps in gym the past 2 days without stopping or walking, another accomplishment I am proud of.

On a completely different note, tomorrow the finalists of the 2007 Bloggies are being announced. Was supposed to be today, but crapweasels pushed it back. I don't think I really have a shot, but it will be nice to know. Wish me luck!

It's Official. My school is moronic

Every school in the area except ours has a delay or is closed and the roads are terrible, but guess who still has school?


Update:Even the Catholic School in town is on a delay. Maybe there's hope. Maybe my school is stupid?
Update: The career center here closed too. I am getting ready to head out the door. Stupid, stupid, stupid MV City Schools.

Saturday, January 20, 2007

Like a weenie?

I'm...too typey for myself..too typey for myself

Yes, oh grammer/spelling wonders I am aware that (much like my title) typey is not an accepted word in society, but then again I really don't care. The strange title, bearing tribute to Right-Said-Fred, the brilliant one-hit wonder that wrote the song "I'm Too Sexy", does in fact have a point. On Wednesday, I started two new classes, Keyboarding and Word Processing and Gym (La-Dee-Flippin'-Da). I went through two agonizing days of Keyboarding before the teacher called me up to her desk.
"Have you taken a typing class before?"
"In Middle School."
"I know that many of your classmates did, too, but they haven't retained their ability."
"I have a blog and stuff like that, so I use it every day."
"Well, that makes sense then. I've looked at your GWAM (Gross Words A Minute) and accuracy and you are already to the point at which we are trying to get all of these students. That being said, I am going to reccomend that you be moved up to Word Processing and Power Point."

She handed me a pass to the guidance office and they juggled some classes around, which caused me to end up, once-again, in Cute-History-Teacher's class. Yippee! I stayed after school yesterday to catch up, and now am ahead. Woohoo!

On a completely different note, my room has been rearranged. Awesomely, I might add. I will post pictures as soon as my dad uploads them.

Thursday, January 18, 2007

Thursday 13 #8

Due to my recent obsession, my Thursday 13 this week is-

13 Details About My Dream Wedding

  1. My Ring
  2. The Theme. I want a Black and White wedding with Red accents.
  3. The Time. Preferably in August, December is my second choice. I would like a mid-afternoon wedding. 3ish.
  4. My Bridesmaids. I don't know for sure who I will have as my bridesmaids. I have an idea but between then and now my friends will more than likely change. I do have my matron of honor picked out, which will be Mistie.
  5. My Bridesmaids Dresses. I will be a kind bride. I will allow my bridesmaids to not have hideous dresses. They will not see their dresses and say "What the muffin", (or chicken, if you are Liz),"were you thinking? I will disown you now!" No. I will pick nice dresses for them.As seen here. Kind of. Not as hideous. But same general style.
  6. My cake. Kind of reminds me of my Uncle Peter and Aunt Shana's.
  7. My Music. Some of my preferences include (I have some on a playlist on my iPod)-Mama by Il Divo, Passera by Il Divo, The Man You Love by Il Divo, We Will Dance by Steven Curtis Chapman, Pachebels Canon in D, My Everything by Barry White
  8. My Sample Program
  9. My Flowers. Roses Mostly. I like Calla Lillies too, but guess how likely those are to happen.
  10. My Reception. I want a nice sit down reception ( this is in my dreams, remember) with live music and my matron of honor and his best man to make speeches and I will cry and he will.....not cry, and it will be perfect.
  11. Leaving. Birdseed. Nobody does birdseed anymore. No bubbles for me, thank you much. Birdseed all the way.
  12. Afterwards. I will head off on a boat to the Virgin Islands.
  13. My Dress. Here are the rest of the pictures. Once again, needs a neck and the sleeves need a wee bit of work, but I am in love with it.

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

It's a nerd world after all...

I hereby declare today-


Why, you may ask?

I walked into school today, realizing that I had forgotten to run out to the library and grab a biography for English this weekend. I convinced my friend Nikki to go to the library with me very quickly before school started, assuring her that I was going to grab a book at random quickly, check it out, and be gone. We made our way to the biography section.
"Hey, look at this. Nazi Germany. Ok, we're done."
"Nikki, did you forget that we're looking for someone who made a better place?"
"Oops. Sorry. Billy Graham?"
"That's good. Let's go."
We went to the checkout desk and the bell rang, so I was left alone, because her class was far from the library. I had brought a dollar to pay for some of my fine and gave Mr.Tuel, the librarian, the dollar, the books I was returning, and the Billy Graham book.
"Rebecca, you know you have $1.05 in fines, correct?"
"Yes, Mr.Tuel. I just grabbed money quickly and forgot to grab a nickel."
"Well, because you are such a sweet young lady and because you are such a good customer, we'll just say that the fine was a dollar so you owe nothing now, ok?"

Was I really supposed to disagree with that?

Here we see the monetary benefits of nerdom.

Also the academic benefits-

Got my exam grades today.

English- B- (most of the class got a C or lower, so I am proud of that)
Parenting- A
Spanish- A
World Studies- Unknown
Geometry- has a fun little story with it.

In Geometry, Mr. Jarosz told us that we could see our exam grades. He called my name and said, "You are the only one."
In fear, I asked, "The only what?"
"You are the only 'A' in my classes."
But wait, it gets better....

He shows and example on the board of this question where we had to plot points, identify shapes and midpoints, and all of this stuff, that everyone got wrong. Almost. He tells the whole class, "In all of my classes, Rebecca is the only one who got this question right."


I have chosen to embrace my nerdiness.

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

How do I loathe thee?

Angelique, the Best Teen Weblog winner in the Bloggies last year, has a blog that I regularly read. Despite the occasional profuse language (which I try to dodge), she has the occasional make-you-fall-off-your-seat-funny tidbits and some posts that I relate to fairly well. For example, on the tenth of every month she writes a (harsh) letter to her ex- Mr.X. I think it is too far from the whole thing to do that, but today when I was really bored and just sitting here I remembered that this day two years ago was the day that my life (unknowingly) became much more complicated.

I don't really know why I remember that date. I forgot all about it until today. Last year, I thought about it and bawled for a while. This year I'm like "I was so stupid. What was I thinking? Was I really that desperate?"

I remember coming home from church that night. It was eventful because (once again, no idea why I remember this) I had a scab split and I was wearing hose. Ouchie. So, me and my Mr.X had been e-mailing back and forth that weekend and I had suspected something was up (we weren't together yet) because he was asking for my picture and yada yada yada. So, Mom comes in and she tells me that (this was before I had my Yahoo! address and the whole family had one inbox) MX e-mailed me. I asked her why she was telling me this, because I was going to check my mail in a minute anyway. She goes, "Ok, well, if you don't wanna check it." I ran into the living room and saw the (at the time) best e-mail I had ever recieved. MX liked me and wanted me to be his girlfriend. I cheered and had to go through the still-present process of asking my Grandpa, Uncle Mike, and Uncle Peter (and Dad of course) if I could go out with him. They all approved (somewhat) and I e-mailed him back. The month after this was kind of blah as I look back on it. A few e-mails, and he promised to meet me at mid-winter (he never did). Later on he sent me an e-mail which ticked off me and my parents a little bit.

Have you told your parents about you and me? I haven't told mine yet. It's not like I don't want to or that I am embarassed to or anything, it's just hard to, you know?

I spent no time in replying-

You have got to tell your parents NOW. My parents have known since Day 1, they've seen the e-mail and everything. *

*-e-mails may not be exact wording as I don't have them anymore.

Contact was limited for the next week. I went to the Valentines Banquet at church, knowing that the end was near, and crying a bunch of the night. On Valentines Day, I got an e-mail saying that he was dumping me. I got it the day after and was by myself. My parents had called to warn me that there was an e-mail that I wouldn't like in the inbox. Basically it had a bunch of bologna about how things were difficult for him, and he couldn't tell me why but (and here's the oh-no-he-didn't line) "can we just be friends?" I cried and curled up with a box of Oreos and my friend Jess on the phone. My parents took me to Olive Garden for dinner to comemerate my first break-up. When I got home I had another e-mail from MX apologizing and asking me to be his girlfriend again. This is the part of the story where I slam my head against the wall yelling "YOU IDIOT! WHY DID YOU DO THIS?!?!?!"
I told him he had to talk to his parents first, that we were taking a month off, and that we would talk about a relationship at the end of the month. My parents warned me that this was a bad idea. I didn't listen.

That March I said yes again. This time the relationship was less blah. He sent letters weekly and called at least once a week. We still e-mailed daily. He called on each "anniversary". I was happy. In June we had camp. Camp is the time where you flaunt your relationshippiness. We did so. Spending every second we could together. Ick. We also worked camps together. This had a twist I was not prepared for. Which I should have been.

On July 6, MX became bipolar. I swear he did. That morning he met me after work and we hung out. He was his sweet (haha) self. As usual we went to the ice cream parlor with our friends James and Tia, which is when I started to notice that he was acting wierd. He wouldn't talk to me and was ignoring me. We had gotten into our first fight 6 days earlier about stupid stuff. I came back onto campus, grabbed my friend Brittany's arm, dragged her to the bathroom (why is that a girls meeting place?) and started to cry. "Brittany, he's gonna dump me. He's gonna dump me!" I wailed. "No he's not." We should have bet on it. I would have won.

I left the bathroom and MX met me out in the courtyard. "Do you really wanna know why I am mad?" Nooooooooooo. I looove sitting here watching you steam over me, feeling hated and wondering why you have suddenly turned into a monster. But just for kicks..."Yes, I want to know why, please." He took a deep breath like he was going to reenact the Gettysburg Address or something and said (this is where I insert commentary. I didn't get that luxury then), "Well, your always picking fights with me about stupid stuff( Picking on you for eating Peanut Butter M&M's and sweetened tea is not picking a fight) and then you went and told everyone an=bout the ice cream thing and made me look bad (Ok, here's this story. Me, MX, Tia, and James went to the Ice Cream Parlor. James is very ooey gooey and offers to buy Tia anything in sight. Me and MX pay for our own. Me and Tia find the opposites in our boyfriends humorous. I mention this to my friend, Gabby, in passing, who teases MX about it. Is that telling EVERYONE?)" He goes on for about 10 minutes, I never get to say my side, and he throws the whole fight back in my face. Should have known that would get blamed on me. We sit there for about 15 minutes, not looking at each other or speaking. Various people come by and ask "Are you guys ok?" Yes, occasionally we just like to sit hear, staring blankly at nothing, while I am crying. Here's your sign. Finally, MX just gets up and walks away. He doesn't say anything to me, but I sort of get the idea. But to my naive little mind, I think that you have dumped someone until you tell them. So, at lunch we don't speak or sit next to each other until to one of his friends he says the oh-so-crappy-unbeatable-break-up-line. Which I won't even type because I will die laughing. I ran out of the cafeteria crying.

The next day, while I, after work, crawl back into bed and can't get back out until my friends force me to go to the ice cream parlor and buy me ice cream (and I am not kidding when I say force. Lindsey dragged me out of bed. For a tiny person, she's pretty strong), he gets a new girlfriend. ( I am sparing you the whole sob story that happened the night of the break up. Thank me) This causes a whole other soap opera, which I will also spare you from. Thank me again.

So to make a very long story short this happened. He soon breached my trust 5 times more and now we don't talk anymore.


Sunday, January 14, 2007


Well, maybe not quite that funny. But I am easily amused. Shannon at Rocks in My Dryer at this on her blog, and I found it quite funny.

Life is against me...

So, my Uncle Peter is at our house tonight, so we went to Ruby Tuesday's for dinner. I love Ruby Tuesday's, but tonight was even better. About a year ago, at Ryan's when we had to go there for Thanksgiving because of the snowstorm that hit, there was an extremely cute waiter. He kind of looked like Clay Aiken, before the long, stringy, dyed-brown hair, and not-so-straightness. G-O-R-G-E-O-U-S! His name was Caleb, as I recall (no idea why I remember that). So, tonight we're at Ruby Tuesday's and my mom pokes me and asks "Did you see the waiter who looks kind of like Clay Aiken?" So I turned and there he was. I think. Unfortunately, Ruby Tuesdayers don't wear nametags. But was fairly sure. I had been considering it already, but suddenly I felt an extreme urge to become a waitress at Ruby Tuesday's. So I walked up to the servers podium and asked if they were hiring. They replied that they were always accepting applications. So, I got an application and read through it and all of the sudden that big cartoon red "DENIED" stamp appeared on my life. In small print-

You Must Be 21 or Older to apply for a position as server, as the serving of alcohol is required.


So, to ease my suffering, and to make you suffer (except for Cherie), here is a Clay video. My favorite in fact. Don't enjoy if you don't want to. I am not in a whiny sort of mood.

Or maybe this is my favorite. Not sure.

Saturday, January 13, 2007

Exam Fun

I had three exams yesterday- English, World Studies, and Geometry. I was extremely worried about World Studies and just knew that Geometry would be a breeze. Wrong. The Geometry exam was HARD. Bleh. I think I probably got about a B on it. Which is OK, because I have the 99.17 in that class to back it up. Which makes Dad think that I am a freak. English was the easiest thing on earth (besides Spanish 3 that is) and World Studies wasn't too bad either. All in all, not too worried about exams this year.

Friday, January 12, 2007

I admit it. I am obsessed.

Although I have given up my idea of becoming a wedding planner, I remain obsessed with weddings. Especially mine. In the future that is. My favoritest fourth cousin, twentynine times removed, Mistie, knows of my obsession (she also reads this blog, but won't comment. No, I'm not bitter and that wasn't a hint. Noooooooo. Not at all.) So, I found my wedding dress. It's gorgeous. And only $200. And only way too small. And only a few years too early. And I'm only missing a groom. Other than that it's perfect.
The rest of my wedding pictures are here.

Confidence Issues?

During school, Michael was learning about Saudi Arabia and this was how he dressed up for it. I walked out of my room and after laughing said. "Bubby! You look great!"

He sighed at me, rolled his eyes , and said "I look dumb."

"No you don't. You look great. You're stylin'."

"I look dumb."

Gabri overheard this argument and scolded me.

"Beccckky. Bubby looks DUMB!"

Thursday, January 11, 2007

Thursday 13 #7

13 Places to Visit Before I Die
  1. Paris
  2. London
  3. Peru
  4. Argentina
  5. Brazil
  6. Costa Rica
  7. Australia
  8. China
  9. Japan
  10. Russia
  11. South Africa
  12. New York City
  13. Hollywood

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Giving Credit

I can take a hint. Liz redid my blog and it looks great. YAY LIZ!!

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

Meet Me in St.Louis

Not to get all Judy Garland on you (*sings* Forget your troubles, come on get happy!), but I am actually coming to you live from the great city of San Louis.
After leaving at about 8:30 and driving 7 1/2 hours we arrived at the beautiful Hampton Inn, just a few doors down from the UPCI International Headquarters. We cleaned up and then Dad and I went inside of the headquarters. I was a little starstruck, I must say, being a PK and all, these guys are like rock gods to me. I mean how many places can you run into Shay Mann (the UPCI Youth Secretary) on a stairwell? After Dad gave me a tour of the building, we headed off to Gateway College of Evangelism, where my friends Heather and Stephanie, are going to college. We took them to dinner at the Cheesecake Factory. Even after my previous bad experience with them, they won back my trust. The service was most excellent. And to add more thrills to the evening, Stether (as Heather and Stephanie are collectively known in some circles) and I split an"Adam's Peanut Butter Fudge Ripple Cheesecake". Most fabulous. Before leaving, we took the above picture. Mom made me laugh before she snapped it, so this a rare "tooth smile" picture. You can see why I don't do it more often.

Under construction

... Liz will fix it soon ...

Saturday, January 06, 2007

My Second Christmas

Tonight, my moms side of the family came over for our celebration of Christmas. My Uncle Peter and Aunt Shana came over early, so my mom, Aunt Shana, and I ran over to Goodwill to see what good deals we could find. Aunt Shana found a really cute dress jacket but not much else. When we came home, after about ten minutes, my Aunt Faith, Uncle John, cousins, Andrew and Micah, and my grandparents arrived. We all chowed down on lasagna, breadsticks, salad, cupcakes, cheesecake, etc. Afterwards came the stream o' presents. At left, we see the special edition green iDog, which was given to me by my Aunt Faith, Uncle John, and cousins. This little guy has a special sound sensor that especially picks up music. He is meant for use with and iPod or MP3 player. He dances and flashes lights to the beat of the music. We have discovered that he especially enjoys showtunes. We have yet to realize what this means. Anyway, other gifts I got included two books of a new series from Uncle Peter and Aunt Shana, which I am assuming that Aunt Shana has a little more to do with than my uncle, seeing as she has the same love of literature that I do. My grandma got me some candles and my grandpa got me a gorgeous wooden chest. Good times indeed. Unfortunately, the scarf I made for my Aunt Faith turned out too wide and too short. So I just told her it was a blanket for her rat dog. I also made a scarf for the rat dog. All of the gifts were well recieved (Thank God). Most of the family is still here, so I should probably quit holing up in front of the computer and spend time with them.


As I have said in previous posts, the man who marries me must provide a beautiful pear diamond with baguettes. While venturing on Ebay (which I love) I found the following-

That is my kind of ring. That , my friends, is a 2.11 carat engagement ring, set in platinum, that one day must be presented to me, should a not-so-certain someone wish to me walk down an aisle in a flowy white dress into their open arms. Lets just hope that this person has $5488 plus $19.50 in shipping and handling, which is the going rate for the seller of this ring. In the auction, which I was watching on MyEbay, there were no takers. Looks like my future groom isn't aware of my demands yet.

Friday, January 05, 2007

Thursday, January 04, 2007

So true...

In the hospital the relatives gathered in the waiting room, where their family member lay gravely ill.

Finally, the doctor came in looking tired and somber.

"I'm afraid I'm the bearer of bad news," he said as he surveyed the worried faces.

"The only hope left for your loved one at this time is a brain transplant.

It's an experimental procedure, very risky but it is the only hope.

Insurance will cover the procedure, but you will have to pay for the brain yourselves.."

The family members sat silent as they absorbed the news. After a great length of time, someone asked, "Well, how much does a brain cost?"

The doctor quickly responded, "$5,000 for a male brain, and $200 for a female brain."

The moment turned awkward. Men in the room tried not to smile, avoiding eye contact with the women, but some actually smirked.

A man unable to control his curiosity, blurted out the question everyone wanted to ask, "Why is the male brain so much more?"

The doctor smiled at the childish innocence and explained to the entire group, "It's just standard pricing procedure. We have to mark down the price of the female brains, because they've actually been used."

Thursday 13 #6

The First 13 Songs Listed when iPod is shuffled (sorry, no better ideas)
  1. Act 2 Finale- Company (Spamalot)
  2. God's Got an Army- Carman (Revival in The Land)
  3. No Good Deed- Idina Menzel (Wicked)
  4. How to Save a Life- The Fray (How to Save a Life)
  5. Step Up to The Microphone- Newsboys (Shine:The Hits)
  6. Rubber Meets The Road- Steven Curtis Chapman (Signs of Life)
  7. Monks Chant/He is Not Dead Yet-Christian Borle, David Hyde Pierce, Hank Azaria, & Ensemble(Spamalot)
  8. Say Goodbye to Hollywood- Billy Joel (Greatest Hits)
  9. Favorite Song of All- Phillips, Craig, and Dean (Phillips, Craig and Dean)
  10. Defying Gravity- Idina Menzel, Kristin Chenowith (Wicked)
  11. I Believe In A Hill Called Mount Calvary- IBC Praise (At All Times)
  12. Finale- 1996 Broadway Revival Cast (Once Upon A Mattress)
  13. Mama- Il Divo (Il Divo)

Tuesday, January 02, 2007


This lovely picture was taken by Cherie at church a couple of weeks ago. Possibly the worst picture of me ever. My fault, not hers. Note my dad in the background, wondering whether or not I need therepy.

A little help?

Like I said in an earlier post, I want to win the Bloggies someday. So, why can't someday be this year?


Go to and nominate me for best teen weblog! PLEASE!!

You must nominate 3 blogs on a ballot, so nominate yourself as well, or any of the blogs on my sidebar if you don't have any.

Vote for About Abosolutely Nothing and......

Monday, January 01, 2007

A Bit Harsh?

Yesterday, before Sunday School, the Blossoms talked me into playing house with them. Michael was the daddy, Gabri was the mommy, and guess who had to be the baby? So anyway, I'm sitting there and Michael is "off to work as a cooker at a rest'ront" and Gabri is carrying around Elmo and Big Bird, who are apparently my baby brother and sister. She sat Big Bird down on a chair and came over to me and said, "Becky, your baby brother (Big Bird) hit your baby sister (Elmo) and now she's crying."

"Well, tell him to say sorry."

"Ok, then I will ground him for a year and then should I send him to bed?"

First Meme of the New Year

Sis. Jewel (formerly my favorite person.....j/k) has tagged me. I have to list 5 things that you don't know about me. This will be easy because you know how *ahem* shy and reserved I am.

1. From ages 8-9 1/2 I had an imaginary sister. Yes. Sister. Not friend, but sister named Samantha, after the American girl. I was a very lonely (yet spoiled, so it worked out) only child.

2. I watched Blues Clues until I was in fourth grade. No lie. I only stopped because they switched from Steve to Joe. Joe is retarded.

3. I am quite addicted to peppermint. If there is peppermint something within my reach, I will eat it. Other than my Candy Cane candle, that is.

4. I do not claim any of my extended family (past 1 great or 3 times removed) other than Mistie, my 5th cousin 29 times removed. This is because I know that we were quite possibly seperated at birth (although she is 8 years older than me) because we have about the same level of insanity.

5. I hate New Years and Valentines day. So much kissing and mushiness and EEEEWWW!!!

Well, Sis. Jewel tagged all but one person who reads my blog that i know of regularly (that has a blog), so Deana, TAG YOU'RE IT!!

If anyone else wants to join in, leave me a comment to let me know that you have accepted the tag.

Happy New Year

(To the tune of Auld Lang Syne)
Let old acquaintances be forgot and...umm...lalalalalala.
I don't know the words to this song, so I should prob'ly shut it now....

[insert revelry here]