7 Quick Takes: Here and There

Linking up with Jen at Conversion Diaries for 7 Quick Takes!

1. First of all, if you didn't catch the announcement of my new adventure, or the first step that starts on Tuesday, you'll be really confused by the rest of this Take. Thank you, thank you, thank you, dear friends, for all your well-wishes and encouragement! I'm very excited to begin this journey to becoming a doula, and I'll definitely be keeping y'all posted along the way.

2. So I guess Grace Patton created a 7QT of blogging tips, and I'd like to share one here. It's more for blog readers, but since most readers are also blog writers, I'm just going to say it applies and to check it out. Here is her tutorial for making sure you're not one of those "no-reply" address commenters. Just say no!

3. Earlier this week I started listening to/reading Elizabeth Wein's Code Name Verity. Oh. My. Word. Especially with today being D-Day. Oi. It's the story of a captured Allied {spy? solider? not really sure yet, and I don't want to give away spoilers} person in the hands of the Gestapo, and she has two weeks to write down all the crucial information she can. So she writes. And I listen/read. And it's incredible. Still in the first third of the book {don't you love that cds give you easy math!?} and I find myself wondering what's happening to her, even as I sit here at my desk and call people to set up appointments. Sigh.

4. Last night, I was in bed at 8:30pm. I read and texted a bit, and then decided that a) sleep sounded amazing and b) my arms were getting tired of holding up my book. So I texted my friend...

...and that is why we're friends :)

5. Tomorrow I'm going over the mountains to visit Dahlia! Hooray! Since she lives in a rain pocket {she taught me all about it, because she taught her 4th graders}, so she is bound to have lovely weather. Bringing my swimsuit? Why, yes, yes I am!

6. I'm almost halfway done with the second half of my Doctor Who scarf! It's coming along quite nicely. Don't worry; I'll be posting pictures as soon as I can, and when it's done, you can count on a photo shoot with Samara and me modeling both halves.

7. And now to end with Funny Friday, courtesy of Pinterest:

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Happy weekend, y'all!

As Promised: Funny Saturday

Thank you thank you thank you! So many of you have voted faithfully the past few days, and I am beyond blessed and thrilled and grateful for you all. Thank you!

Today's funny story occurred on Mother's Day. I was in childcare with what turned into the 2's, 3's, 4's, and 5's class, and our craft was fingerpainting a card of moms. Our sample card had a flower painted on the front and then a poem on the inside with a place for us to sign the kids' names.

I showed the kids the cards and told them we were going to paint the front for our moms. Indicating the front of the card where a flower was lovingly painted, I said, "We're going to draw something for our moms. What do mommies like?"

And most of the kids answered in chorus: "Flowers!"

But one awesome kid says, without even missing a beat, "Mommies like kissing all the daddies."

True, but that's a bit challenging to fingerpaint. A for effort and truth, kid!

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7 Quick Takes: Links, Links, and A Couple More Links

Linking up with Jen at Conversion Diary for today's 7 Quick Takes!

As an aside, I think that this edition should be renamed to "7 Quick Links that Bek Shares" because that's what I've got for you today. Or maybe I'll try reallllly hard to combine the links into half the Takes and actually share stories and fun stuff like that for the other half. Jury is still out, though, mainly because 7 is an odd numeral. Oh, the woes of a blogger.

One: I shared a post from Emily last week, and here we go again. I love every one of her points - "Six Life Lessons I Learned While in Uganda.

Two: Note: this article and subsequent links deal with the topic of sexual abuse. Statistics tell us that one in three women and one in six men are sexually abused. Because of its prevalence, I want to share these tips on talking to someone who has been abused. This is an important read because I want to be especially careful of my words, since this kind of abuse leaves scars that are not always visible. Look at that statistic again: this affects more than 15% of men and over 33% of women. We need to be aware of what's happening. I also want to be sensitive to those readers who have been abused and give them the forewarning of the content and possible triggers. Let us be sensitive, gentle, and loving as survivors heal.

Three: Buzzfeed killed this week. For laughs, this Buzzfeed article about the history of countries in the shortest {and snarkiest} way possible. For more laughs, check out their selection for a fictitious American Doctor Who. For quizzes, indulge your inner {or outter} nerd and take this quiz. Which Jane Austen character are you? I got Anne Elliott - woot!

Four: If Men Got the Titus 2 Treatment... great read, and great links for further reading!

There! Those are all the links I have to share. Onward with stories from real life.

Five: My co-worker's daughter is approaching the age for driver's ed, and so my co-worker and my mom and I were discussing various driver's ed experiences we'd had. My co-worker confessed that when she first learned to drive, the only thing she had driven before was a lawn mower, and so once she was in a car she focused totally on staying next to the lane lines, just like she was mowing the grass...bahahaha! Please tell me I'm not the only one laughing at this.

Six: Since I promised last week that I would spill the beans this week, brace yourself for some beans. Aka my Valentine's Day plans. Tonight, a few girls and I are dressing up and going to 1) drink sangria {yes and amen!}, 2) watch "A Winter's Tale" 3) in a theater that also serves dinner. Yep. Awesome sauce. Be jealous.

Seven: To end with hilarity, please enjoy this e-card and some chocolate {I provide the e-card, you provide the chocolate. Unless you're Willy Wonka and can take a picture of chocolate and turn it into edible chocolate. But I don't even have a picture of chocolate, so you are totally on your own here, sorry...not to rub it in on Valentine's Day... I'm just gonna leave now...}

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Blog Every Day Feb: Day Fourteen - Happy Valentine's Day!

Linking up with Bailey Jean as we mark the halfway point of February!

Happy Valentine's Day! I hope your day is filled with fun, laughter, conversations with those close to you, and definitely some good chocolate {or save it for tomorrow when it's on sale!}.

Jen Hatmaker wrote a beautiful post yesterday giving written valentines to those for whom this day stinks. It's really quite a lovely read, and she includes the majority of feelings and life seasons, which I appreciate.

And for my grand finale, here are some images that will hopefully cause smiles, laughter, and awkward snorts. You're so very welcome. And please ignore the fact that two out of the three images are teenager posts and I have not been a teenager for more than 5 years. Yep. Smile, laugh, snort, and walk away. Please and thank you.

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Too Personal

As I mentioned on Monday, I kinda fell off the blogging bandwagon for a bit. Part of it really was due to the class and the long hours and sheer exhaustion...and part of it was due to some "IRL" stuff that I'm processing. Ashley said it well a few weeks ago, that some things are better processed in journals than on blogs.

So I'm journal-ing my fingers to the bone - ha! It's funny how you have to learn to type until eventually you type faster than write, and suddenly you want your fingers to go back and remember how to write with speed...yeah, not really happening.

I'm sorry for neglecting you, little blog and dear readers. It seems that all I can think of is this deeply personal situation; life is filtered through this lens, and it's hard to think of something to share here. Feeling hypocritical now, because I've talked with several friends about the matter and ended up reading from my journal in the course of the conversation, but still it seems too personal to post, to publish for all eternity and any curious eye to see. Again, I apologize, and I hope to process my way through this stage of life soon.

In the meantime, here are some things that make me smile. I don't think it's possible to smile too much, do you? Even when life is hard, smiling makes things better.

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Have a lovely Thursday!

Christmas Time in the City

It's December. I can share Christmas-related items now {just ignore the fact that I've been listening to Christmas music since November 20th or so}.

Samara and I got a tree!!! Isn't it cute!?

We went to a tree farm nearby and cut it down ourselves, and then we tied it onto Samara's car by ourselves, too. This part.... well, you know how there are some things you say "I'll laugh at this later" so you don't cry in the moment? Well, Samara and I just skip to the laughter part because we are nuts. 

All around us, people are winding their string through their car windows and over the tree, securing the bundle of holiday joy onto the roofs of their vehicles. We got this, we think. And so we begin. One window in Samara's car doesn't roll down, so I open that door and we improvise. 

Over, under, over, under. The string goes around and around the tree and car and then is secured with knots. Samara and I survey our accomplishment with pride, and then it hits us. If the string is through the windows, then we can't open the doors to get in the car. We burst out laughing and determine how to get into the vehicle without undoing our work.

Thankfully, we both managed to utilize our ballet training and enter {and later exit} the car without disturbing Charlie. Oh, that's what we named the tree. We were going for a Charlie Brown tree, but we could also call it Rudy or Frosty. Votes can be made in the comment section ;)

Well, I'm in the holiday spirit now, aren't you? :) Happy December!

7 Quick Takes

1. Samara inspired me and I've been going back through my old blog posts and labeling and updating {and deleting!} them. It's been really fun to go back and review life from a couple years ago.
2. While going through old posts, I found this link and just had to share it again.
3. It was confirmed this morning that I am allergic to soy. Odd, right? Especially when you consider that my sis was allergic to cow milk for a couple times in her life and had to only consume soy or rice milk.
4. My friend Victoria is participating in a 31 Days of Writing challenge, and I think I'm going to participate, too! Here are the prompts if you want to partake and plan ahead.
5. In case you need a laugh, please read Jami's post on the things she did to her siblings. I hope I can incorporate some of my tales into the 31 Days of Writing!
6. My room is almost done! Last night I hung 3 more pictures on the wall, plus I got a battery for my clock and set that up. Also, my sheets are clean and my headboard is nearly complete. My flat-mate and I are planning an open house soon, so rest assured, there will be pictures.
7. Samara and I may or may not be having too much fun as flat-mates. We stayed up an hour and a half later than we planned, just talking. We have so much fun together!

Made the Switch & Funny Friday

Well friends, I hope you are preparing for the coming doom....of Google Reader going away, not the Mayan calendar ending. That was so last year.


Anyway, yay for Bloglovin' being there to support us.

Also, Funny Friday comes courtesy of Dad's new favorite joke. Did that sentence sound a little bit like the end of Sesame Street? No? Just me? Oh, ha, I've just been babysitting a lot...not watching Sesame Street by myself...awkward...

Dad's new favorite joke: If you had to choose between world peace and Bill Gates' money, what color would your Lamborghini be?

And now here are some humorous images.





And because eventually Monday will be here again...


Enjoy your weekend!

Funny Friday...on Tuesday

There is a method to this madness: I'm going out of town this weekend, so the odds of a Funny Friday post on Friday are basically nonexistent. But at least you get a laugh, and who doesn't need a laugh on Tuesday?!

So I'm heading to my Other Home tomorrow, partially to work and partially to play. It's going to be a fast, crazy trip.

My bosom friend AJ puts on the VBS skit each year, and this year the group needs medieval costumes. Coincidentally, my family has approximately half a million medieval costumes...ok, more like half a dozen, but try and put that bag of half a dozen costumes back into the closet and it turns into half a million. But this is a side note.

The point of this story is that I volunteered these costumes for AJ. She needs a knight, a monk, and a princess costume- check, check, and check.

It makes the most sense for me to pack these costumes and bring them with me on this trip; saves on postage, right? Right. So I'm packing my stuff last night {I know, I'm an eager beaver...ps, are beavers really that eager, or do people just say that because it rhymes? Like awesome possum? I've never met a possum that was truly awesome...but I guess they are awesome at playing dead...I've been on allergy meds for the past 48 hours- can you tell??} and even with my mad packing skills, I was apprehensive about fitting everything into my carry-on suitcase.

Suddenly, I had a BRILLIANT idea: I should wear the monk costume on the plane! So much space would be saved, both from not having this multi-layered brown frock in my suitcase, and from the clothes I wouldn't have to wear on the plane. I know. I'm a genius.

The best part of this story is telling AJ my plan.

I text her: great idea! I'm going to wear the monk's costume on the plane!
She texts back: You're going to get arrested.

Now, we are not discriminating against monks. Not at all. And I don't think TSA does either. In fact, I shared a plane with two Hindu {I think} monks on my way home from Texas. {This sparked another conversation with AJ about these monks' lunch boxes, which will be saved for another time.}

What might be odd or arrest-worthy is the fact that there are no girl monks...those are called nuns in the Catholic religion, and I don't know what they are in other faiths.

Oh. My. Word. I have a nun costume. And if I wore it, I would be a flying nun. Shut the front door.

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Too bad AJ doesn't need a nun costume. Guess I'll just stick everything in my suitcase and wear normal, non-monk or -nun clothing. Darn.

Funny Friday: Blurb Edition

Here are just a couple funny things that have happened. This could also be called "Dad Edition" because both of these happened with Pops. And without further ado, here we go.

Story Number One:
Dad and I went to the jewelry story last night to finally sort out the problems with my birthday ring. The lady was showing me around, and there were a few that had very pretty engraving on the sides, or profile, rather, and so I was admiring them. I asked to see one in particular, since I was looking down at it. The lady handed it to me and I admired it, then turned it so I was looking down at the table through the circle {I hope that makes sense!} and lo and behold, in the profile of the ring the word "Mom" was engraved! I said, "Um, this one says "mom"...I don't need that yet!" And the lady laughed and said, "You know, let's not surprise Dad with that, shall we?"

Story Number Two:
Mom and Dad and I were on our way home from the bank. It's in a busy mall area, with lots of busses and pedestrians and apartments. Dad glances out the window and says, "Phew!"
Mom and I asked him what that was all about.
Dad said, "I saw a lady pushing her kid in a stroller and thought, geeze, that's an ugly kid! It looks like a monkey! And then I realized the kid was wearing a monkey hat."

Victory!

Alright friends, we’re gonna get real here.

I’ll be going home 4 weeks from yesterday. May I just point out that this is the going home to stay home for the first time in three years trip. Heck. Yes. But this is an aside. The point is that I’m going home.
The other point is that Grams’ favorite hobby is shopping. And related to this point is that I too have gone shopping {quality time-don’t be hatin’!} while living in the Frozen Tundra {ok, and there’s not a whole lot else to do. I said we were getting real.}.

These points lead to the point that I was really nervous about all my, ahem, stuff fitting into suitcases. P.S. I’m flying Southwest because a) they’re usually cheap and b) along with that cheap price, they let you check two bags included in the price of the ticket!!! Score for this gal moving across the country!

So even with these two suitcases, I was nervous. So what did my little OCD-self do? Yep. Packed tonight.
Not everything; just my clothes and half my shoes. I wanted to see how much space it all took, because I had a guess, but I wasn't sure. I’m a good packer, but didn't expect to be that good.

ALL my clothes fit into one of my checked bags, and half of my shoes {as in, 3 pairs of boots and 4 pairs of dress shoes} and my socks and undershirts fit into my carry-on suitcase. Bam. Victory.

There are probably those of you wondering why would she pack up all her clothes a month in advance? Why was she even thinking about packing?? Some of you are probably thinking she needs meds for this level of OCD. And still others of you are thinking Geez! How many pairs of shoes does this chick have!?!?

Well, dear readers, fear not: I shall answer your wonderings. I unpacked after I packed. {This may raise more questions, but let’s review how many times the term “OCD” has been used already in this post and just let it be.} As for the meds wondering, I do take meds…actually vitamins, not actual meds. And for you shoe haters or lusters out there, I will say that a) 2 pairs of boots are snow boots-one can never be too prepared in the Frozen Tundra! and b) yes I like shoes. I have feet. Duh.

So there. You are now a part of my victory. Congratulations.

And for those of you completely bored by this post, here is a picture that cracks my sister J and me up every time. Yay, “Big Bang Theory”! You’re welcome.

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Wacky {or Weed} Wednesday

My co-worker L is forever teasing me about being from a state that just legalized marijuana. Whenever I mention baking something, like the cake we made for her dad's birthday, she says something about brownies. You know. The "special" brownies.

Well today she was giving me crap about smoking weed, and I finally let out a sarcastic "I'm not a smoker...I'm a baker!" And that got her started again. Here's what she says I should say:

"Since my state legalized marijuana, I'm thinking that listing 'baking' as one of my hobbies is no longer a good idea."

What to do with this girl!?

Musings and Amusings

First, here’s the belated Funny Friday tale.

Earlier this week, my friend and co-worker Laurie and I were having a grand old time at work. You know, things were getting done, we could pause and laugh at silly things we were encountering, and the sun was shining. It was a good Monday.

Now, you should know some things about our office. We are in Suite B; the suite directly across from us is Suite D. Suite D has a couch that L and I envy…the couch itself is nothing special, but Suite D has a couch and we do not, and so we joke about going over and making friends with Suite D so we can sit on his couch. {We refer to the gentlemen who work in Suite D as “Suite D” because it sounds like “sweetie” when you say it fast.}

Past our office is Suite A, and the couple of older men we've encountered there have been a little on the creepy side, so we often lock our office door just so no one can come in and be friendly/creepy. {We are perfectly safe, Mom!}

There is a Suite C, and the ladies in there are pretty nice, but we never run into them, so they aren't a part of our daily conversations.

So, getting back to this particular Monday, L and I are having a great time, and we had locked the door because 1) we were preventing Suite A visitors and 2) I believe that we had gone for a walk around the building. We took our lunch and watched Lizzie Bennett Diaries {if you have been living under a stupid rock and don’t know about LBD, you get your fanny on YouTube right now and start watching!} So we watched the video and ate our lunch and chatted, and then we needed to fill our Wat Bots and carry on with work.

So we went out into the hallway and filled our Wat Bots, and then I realized that the door to our office was still locked. And the keys were inside. And our cell phones were inside. We were locked in the hallway.
AUGH!!!!

not really.

Suite D was not there, so we went to Suite C and asked the nice lady there if we could make a phone call since we were locked out. Thankfully, we got a hold of our building’s owner and he came over shortly and let us in, so no harm done. It was amusing, and we laughed over it. We were able to get in without having to tell our boss, so we were sheepishly grateful for that.

For the rest of the day, one of us would go to the restroom & tell the other “The door is unlocked and I’m going to be right back!” Ha ha ha! Sometimes we are blonde.
Oh well.

musings…
Sometimes I wonder about all the different directions I feel pulled in, and I wonder how all these things will be accomplished, or if they will ever be fulfilled. I wonder about plans and hopes and dreams, and I wonder how they line up with Father’s.

I wonder if my life is truly radical, if I can even be radical. I question whether or not I can make a difference, whether or not my life will count for some cause greater than myself, and then I wonder what causes count, and how on earth things get done when we have “real life” to live. I know it’s a matter of priorities, but then there are also seasons of life, and I believe that I've got plenty of seasons left, but at the same time I don’t want to waste any season.

I look at young women serving in Washington DC at Bound4Life and they pray and intercede and write all day and night. I look at the people running Seattle Against Slavery and International Justice Mission and Not For Sale and Love146, and I wonder, can I do that? I look at CareNet and think that although I’m going to be volunteering there when I go home, it can’t be enough. There has to be more. Look at Katie Davis and read her book. Look at The Genesis Project and see what they’re doing.

Life has to be more than Facebook and a job that pays the bills and decorating your house and texting friends. Life has to be more than Lizzie Bennett Diaries and actors’ award and waiting for the next season of Sherlock.

I guess the questions I’m asking are questions about purpose. What’s the purpose of having a job? To earn an income. Why do we need that? So that we can advance the Kingdom of God!!! But how, if we’re working 40+ hours a week! I’m sorry, but we have to sleep sometime. So if we have 168 hours a week and we’re sleeping for an ideal 49 and working {+ commuting} for 42 of them, what do we do with the rest of our time? How do I make a difference in the world when life consists of working and watching movies with my grandma?

Part of why I’m asking these questions right now is because I’m going home in less than 6 weeks and I’m feeling antsy to start doing something. There’s not a whole lot to do out here in the Frozen Tundra, although I have gotten ahead on my reading. :) But my friends and my parents and I are making plans for when I get back, and it feels like I have nothing to do until then. slightly frustrating. but this is the season I’m in, and God is so faithful to encourage me and to teach me to appreciate this precious time with my maternal grandparents. So I wait and read and go shopping with Grams and blog out angst and read some more.

Something that always encourages me is this book by Ann Voskamp. Check out her blog about grace and learn with me.
thanks for listening reading.

Sisters, Gal Pals, and Bosom Friends, or more accurately, a sales pitch for Skype

Can we just all give a hallelujah shout out for sisters, gal pals, and bosom friends? I mean for real. They are the best.

I got to Skype with my baby sister last night...so fun. We gave each other tours of our rooms, made "the face", compared schedules, and laughed. It was good to see her face and hear her voice {another shout out is in order for Skype- can I get a witness!?}.

Then a gal-pal and I started chatting online. It's so great to be able to catch up and then go deep, or in our case, go deep and then catch up. :) We even set up another date so we can utilize Skype {helloooo, did you say hallelujah yet!?!?}.

And then my bosom friend AJ. I'm pretty sure that we laugh more than talk, but isn't that what bosom friends are for?? She showed me their new dartboard, which meant that she carried "me" up the stairs into the dart area. What a bestie. And she's learned to crochet, so holla! Oh, and we're gonna try to get her kids on Skype {if you're not praising Jesus yet, something is wrong with you!} for my birthday, so hooray!

anyway, this is a demonstration of the love i have for the above-mentioned people. let the ones you love know that you love them.....i give you permission to steal my idea and use Skype ;)

Funny Friday

An on-going joke that my grandpa and I have is that I need to be home by the time the streetlights come on. That's the time, according to Grandpa, that my mom had to come home when she lived at home, and now it's the time that I must come home, too. So this morning, our dialogue went like this...

Me: L and I are going to a party thing tonight, so I don't know if I'll be home in between or just after or what.
Grammie: Ok, that's fine. You've got a key.
Grandpa: Hey! Remember- be home by the time the streetlights come on!


Other funny items that happened this week: we went for a drive around the lake and saw people ice fishing. Ice fishing. Hello, are there not better things to be doing with your time, like living in a cave or or picking your nose or I don't know, cleaning your carpet with a toothbrush or something!!! WHY on earth would you want to spend your time sitting on the ice freezing your hindquarters off, waiting for a stupid fish to swim by and bite your {did I mention this!?} PLASTIC worm!?!?!? There are some habits of the Frozen Tundra {the new name for my current residence-thanks, AJ!} that I will never understand, and I hope that you find some amusement in my bewilderment.

Enjoy your Friday!

Funny Friday

Tonight my family is going out to our favorite downtown area. We will enjoy a dinner of tapas {Spain's dinner style} and then ride the merry-go-round. There might also be shopping involved; it depends on Dad's tolerance for all things female :)

Anyway, my sisters and I usually ask "how fancy is it?" and then we ask "what time do we have to leave?" and then we go and try on several outfits and raid each others' closets and take turns with the straightener and things like that. Sometimes we like to get Dad's opinion or advice on an outfit. This afternoon witnessed the following exchange:

Sister: Dad, what should I wear?
Dad: Clothes.
Sister: No, really, what should I wear?
Dad: I don't care.
Sister: Dad, really. Should I wear pants or a skirt?
Dad: Pants. I always wear pants. 

In the midst of all these going-ons, sometimes an article of clothing is misplaced. Voices are raised, fingers are pointed, drawers and closets are rummaged through, and Dad makes hysterical comments without even looking up from his book. He's been doing this father-daughters thing a long time. But I digress.

Sister: Guys! I'm missing my nice black shirt! Has anyone seen it?
*general silence reigns*
Sister {more urgently}: Sisters! This is my nice, long-sleeved, soft black shirt. Has anyone seen it?
Dad: Oh yeah, I think I wore that shirt for pajamas last night. 

Anyway, that's my Funny Friday. Merry Christmas, everyone!

Belated Funny Friday

Today is Move-Out Day for one sister {and tomorrow is Move-Out Day for another} so here is just a couple quick laughs from this week.

The family went over to our grandparents’ and Grandma gave us all hankies that she used to use. She showed us a very pretty lace one and Grandpa looks at it and then at us with a confused yet witty grin:”Blow your nose with that, and then you have to wash your hand!”

Later at dinner, Grandma is making sure everyone has the drink they want, and Grandpa quips:”Water is good for bathing and for putting out fires, not for drinking.”

This morning before we leave for Move-Out Day, Dad is heading out the door.Nayn: “Dad, where are you going?”
Dad: “I’m going to the store to get you some wipes.”
Nayn: “Why?”
Dad: “Because you’re going to college.”

Alright, I have to go help my sisters move. Peace out!

Funny Monday

Well, there’s a long explanation but the story is funny, especially if you even remotely know my family.

We’re sitting around the dinner table, all 6 of us, which is rare and awesome. Mom wants to examine the new MC ring of our just-graduated sister. They redesigned the rings this year, and it looks more like a signet than….than what they looked like before. So someone joked “don’t want to meet you in a dark alley with that ring on!” and the youngest sister responds, “you’re supposed to hit people with your knuckles, not with the flat part of your hands, because that doesn’t hurt as much.”

Dad joins in, “actually, you’re not supposed to use your fists to hit someone…”

Mom jumps in “yeah, just use a baseball bat!”

Oh, Mother…. you can always count on her to be both wise and witty in any situation.

Oh yeah, I’m leaving today. AUGHSLDJV;NLSFV;LSADKDJF;AKHJ;ALKFJ;SOADF that was my excitement typing. And on that note, I bid you adieu.

The Story of a Girl and her Wat Bot

Isn't there some song that starts out “this is the story of a girl…” yeah well that came to mind, but it sounded too 80s or 90s or whatever {don’t ask me about it- that’s the only part of the song I know- shout out to AJ who sent me a pin about this…haha!}.

anyway.

So I’m sitting here at work with ten minutes left till I can go home. What do I do? Blog. Duh. Here’s the post to prove it. But I thought, what do I blog about? Or should I not blog? What do I need to make sure I bring home?

next thought: Wat Bot’s in the fridge! Remember Wat Bot. Must. Remember.

Although I’m sure I've mentioned my Wat Bot before {and everyone who remembers this thinks this girl is craaaazy- you’re right, btw}, I don’t think I've officially told the story of me and my Wat Bot. So here it is.
Background:
I’m a water kind of gal. As in, my liquid of choice is water. Probably once every 5 visits to a place of food-for-sale {otherwise known as restaurants} will I order something in addition to water; the rest of the time, aqua only, please.

So I would get a plastic water bottle and try and adopt it for the summer, and it would get thrown away. Or recycled, cuz that’s what we do in this lovely green state. {for those of you who know which state I’m talking about, you’ll understand that I was being punny just then} Or the poor water bottle would get mixed up with my mom’s or my sisters’, or simply abandoned in the fridge. Or, worst of all, it would go through the dishwasher and come out crinkled and yucky. Sad, sad day.

I searched high and low for a water bottle that would remain faithful. But alas. No such luck. I made myself content with rotating plastic water bottles as the need arose.

Then, the angels sang. I worked a Microsoft conference, and at the end of the show, they gave their staff the leftover water bottles! Glory be! This water bottle was solid but lightweight, had a straw, a flippy lid (as in, practically spill-proof), and said “Windows Phone” on the side! What more could a girl ask for in a water bottle?! Well, maybe not the MS ads, but hey, we’ll take what we can get!

So I welcomed this water bottle into my life. It worked another show with me. It flew across the country with me. It went to every class and every work shift with me. It went to my Other Home(s) with me each weekend.

My life was complete. I have a Wat Bot. Twas glorious.

The best thing is, AJ’s kids call it “Wat Bot” too, and they even help me by bringing it to me whenever I set it down. Perfection, I tell you.

Anyway. This is the entirely random and completely true story of Bek and her Wat Bot. Be jealous.

Oh, PS. I told AJ’s chicka that if I worked for MS again, I’d try and bring her back her own Wat Bot. Later, she reminded me of this promise, saying “If you work for Microwave again, you’ll bring me a Wat Bot?”
Yes, dear. If I work for Microwave again, I’ll be sure and bring you a Wat Bot. Cuz I love working for Microwave. Too. Cute. 

Are Mondays Mundane?

Why does no one blog on Mondays? I've literally read 3 new posts today, 2 of them from sisters, and one because I think it was her son’s birthday. This is not ok.

So, here I am, saving the day {in my head}, blogging on a Monday. Out to prove that no, Mondays aren't mundane. They’re just Monday, so they have a bad rep. Well, here’s what I did this Monday.

1. Hung out with my sis. She didn't have to go to school until noon {yay, finals week!} so she made m&m pancakes for breakfast. Do I have the best sister? Yes I do.
   
2. went for a run. I downloaded this free running app, and it plays music from my files while I run. Hello?! How awesome! It’s a “learn to run” thing {at first I thought it would teach me- it’s like walking, only faster and more painful} so for Day 1 it was 3 minutes of running alternated with 3 minutes of walking, for about 25 minutes. Running for an hour, here I come! At least, that’s what the app promises.
   
3. texted with some of my bestest friends who live in my Other Home. One of my bestest friends got the Captain American shirt {you can be jealous right here} and I’m definitely getting one to match, as soon as I go to the mall. Tomorrow.
   
4. bought new body wash! woot! Don’t you love a good-smelling body wash? It’s so much better than bar soap. Ugh. Don’t even get me started. Ooh, and I bought new razor blades. So I can smell good AND you can see my skin instead of my leg hair. awkward.
   
5. watched Titanic with my mumsie and sis. Well, we changed the channel on the “grown up” *ahem* parts. Yucko. But I’m pretty sure my sister and I said “how sad” about a gazillion times.
   
6. On that Titanic note, my sis was unfamiliar with “My Heart Will Go On” so I am going to show her a you.tube video of the regular song, and then this lovely {ok, hysterical} video. If you have not seen it before, pause, run to the restroom {just in case!} and then grab some tissue, because you are going to be ROFL and sobbing your eyes out and hopefully we can prevent the wet-your-pants-because-you-laughed-so-hard bit. Anyway. Here is what I’m going to show her. Enjoy!

What did you do this Monday, friends?