Beccamamaka

I don't know what you're talking about with Facebook stalking. I was responding to numerous posts you made on my wall and then took about 3 minutes to post on your wall. I in no way was stalking. I spent maybe 6.82 minutes on Facebook that day..TOPS. Or I could be in denial. We'll let the viewers decide.

I would like to house sit for someone. I feel like it would be the easiest job in the world. Just sit in a house, or sit on a house, I'm not really sure which it is because I've never done it before. I would be playing my ukulele in either of these scenarios anyway. Kinda like Fiddler on the Roof, Hawaiin style.

I still have to learn Hey Soul Sister on my ukulele. If I remember the couple times I tried it before, it was hard.

I would VERY MUCH agree that cats are the domestic animal version of one Rebecca Marie Lang. I feel like hamsters would be the domestic animal version of me.

Funny you should say I should've been born in the 80s because I like to think I should've been born in the 50s. I can't help but feel like that was a golden age of high morals, poodle skirts, drive-ins, and Chuck Berry. I still would've rocked the side pony tail though. See, if I had been born in the 50s, this wonderful trend would have been born a lot earlier, which let's face it, would have been better for man kind anyway.

Is should've not a word? You would think it is because would've is a word, but the red squiggly line under the word is telling me that it does not exist. If that's the case, can I take credit for creating the world should've?

I love Wizards and Alex's fashion sense also. Which reminds me, I was going shopping yesterday with Mama G and commented to her when we left that any more nowadays shopping just makes me depressed because I see so much that I like, but can never afford it. So I get what you're saying. Clothes are probably the thing I am most materialistic about. I feel like a lot of people would say they suffer from the same thing. It's not like I want the clothes to impress people (except sometimes I do) or to identify myself with my clothes or let them define me, I just feel better about myself when I have on a cute outfit that I really like. I shouldn't, but I do. I should just be happy with how beautiful Jesus makes me look, in that vest and those killer black boots. But I do have faith Ms. Lang that if you ever came into money, the Holy Spirit would give you enough wisdom and discernment to know how much you can spend on clothes, because you're allowed to spend money on clothes, God doesn't want you to be miserable. But the H to the S man will start convicting as soon as you've spent too much and you'll stop, because I know you love Jesus like that. Never fear, God is here! Don't despair, God will be there! Don't give a fright, God's here with might! Don't feel sad, God is rad! ( I think I might start a bumper sticker business with those sayings...whadya think?)

I only eat cottons balls if I have pepper jack cheese to melt on top.

Becca, what I meant by finding ripe mangoes being a hit or miss game is that there are SOOOOO many unripe mangoes, when you go to squeeze one, you're most likely going to squeeze one that isn't ripe. Just to clarify.

I was very productive today, I think. I mean, it doesn't look like I got much done but it feels like I got stuff done.

I am obsessed with Lean Cuisines and other health-food. I seriously spend a lot of extra money to buy something that's healthy as opposed to something cheaper that's not. I hope this doesn't make me go bankrupt. I found some Weight Watchers chocolate ice cream bars that are only like 130 calories so i eat those for dessert a lot.

CRACKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I went to the library today to return a book and pay a fine. I think I supply half the library's annual income with overdue fines.

I went to D.C. to visit my cousin and her husband. It was fun and they seem to be doing well, but I don't like the way he talks to her some times. He's not a mean guy and he treats her well for the most part and I know he loves her, but sometimes he says things that are kinda mean and demeaning to her. In a way I'm thankful for going and seeing it because now I know what to look out for when I'm dating a guy. He does make a mean lemon chicken though. And by mean I mean DELICIOUS!

This post is already too long.

Goodbye,
Rachel

P.S. When do you start your job again? And what exactly do you do?

P.S.S. Did you know that most of the time I think of what I say in the P.S.'s before I actually finish my post but I purposely don't say them in the body and leave them as a P.S. because I feel like witty comments are funnier in a P.S.?

Becca,

I would post immediately after I read your post as I usually do because under normal circumstances my world revolves around you and your happiness, but tonight I have been upstairs ignoring my family for 30 minutes at least and I am beginning to feel guilty. Therefore I shall leave this short note saying that I will respond to that lovely blog post within 36 hours of right now so you are not too bored house sitting.

Love Actually,

Rachel

Racheeky,

I see that you have been somewhat facebook stalking me. I find that endearing. As an avid (though not so avid as some may think.... my reputation precedes me) stalker myself, I know that it is a demonstration of your pure and unadulterated commitment to me and our friendship. I salute you. I have been facebooking a lot more than normal the past couple of days. Well, I mean, it's much less than college normal when I used facebook as a way to avoid doing my work, but it's more than my post-grad summer normal. It's because I've been housesitting in Terre Haute, and I am extremely bored. Though I do have three pets here to amuse me, they are kind of blahhh because all they want is attention. They don't want to play. At least with me... the cat right now is playing with a toy mouse. When I approach her, she either scurries away or freezes. Cats are weird. Though some would say that cats are actually the domestic animal version of me, as I react in a similar manner with people.

I have no doubts that you are rocking the side ponytail. I have always thought that you were born in the wrong era. Ten or 15 years earlier, and you would have been an 80s babe. You would have been a good one. I've also always thought that I was born in the wrong era, believing that I truly belonged in 1800s England. However, after reading Jane Austen and watching many such films, I have decided that though I would have greatly enjoyed the lifestyle, I could not have handled their courting rituals. Marrying for money really isn't my cup of tea. (See, see how I used a common phrase to cleverly fit into the context of this conversation?!) I also don't think I couldn't lived without the conveniences of modern plumbing.

The cat's toy is stuck. I shall now pause to watch her find a resolution to this dire predicament.

...............

I had to help her. Turns out she's not very smart.

I've watched like 4 or 5 episodes of Wizards today. As mentioned, I greatly admire Alex's fashion sense. Slash Selena Gomez's fashion sense. I wish I could dress like her, but I have neither the money nor the stores to put such a wardrobe together. Which makes me want to move to LA. That's where the people I am housesitting for are right now. What turds they are to not take me along. Eh, oh well, they paid me handsomely. Anyway, fashion is probably the major thing that I find to be a hindrance to my desire to not love worldly things. I say that I don't need to have money, that I would rather live modestly and serve the Lord with what I do have, but sometimes I really want money so I can have awesome clothes. But then I feel bad because if I have money, I should really spend it on something more worthy, you know give it to people who need it because I don't need tons of clothes. It's a struggle for me.

Do you eat cotton balls? That reminds me of something I've seen where someone eats cotton balls.....

Rachel, I have eaten a good mango. It is possibly one of the greatest sensations on Earth. But I would like to share with you a little secret... it's not hard to pick out a good mango. It's not a guessing game! You just have to know how to do it right. Awkward as it is, you have to FEEL the mangoes. After a few times picking them out, you will learn what degree of mango softness leads to the most delicious mangoes. You must find the perfect balance. Not too firm, because then they're not sweet and juicy. But not too soft because then they're bad. No, no no. It's in the balance. Same goes for peaches and PLUMS! I bought some plums and forgot!

I would also like you to know that during this week of housesitting, I also watched an entire season of Say Yes To The Dress.

Dolores

Phalanx

Cheezit

Strongbad

Armando

Umberto

Sasquatch

Fred

Learning How to Die (for when you die from exhaustion)

Free Falling (for right after you're hit by a car)

Eleanor Rigby

Bohemian Rhapsody, muppet version

The entire Sufjan Stevens Christmas album, for a change of pace

Every Breath You Take, for when you're out of breath

Man in the Mirror, to end on a positive note.

Peacies,

Becca :)

My little pink Flamingo,

http://www.amazon.com/Boy-Meets-World-Season-1/dp/B003SNJO5S/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=dvd&qid=1279389031&sr=8-1 You're welcome. Also, a little known fact about me. I don't cry much, especially at events where crying seems natural, graduation, weddings, funerals (except my grandpa's). Also, I tend to not cry during movies or TV shows. I may get a little teary, but never cry. In fact, to this day, there are only 2 episodes on TV, and I mean ALL TV shows, that I cried about. Number one, the episode of Fresh Prince of Bel-Air when Will's father came and then left him again. Number two, the series finale of Boy Meets World. Seriously, I balled like a baby.

I think this guy who hit on you sounds perfect, except for the whole not believing in religion while at the same time being a religion flip-flopper. He indeed does seem fascinating. I did NOT get hit on this past week, but that might have something to do with the fact that I haven't left the house practically at all. In fact, I don't think I've ever been hard core hit on. Flirted with yes, but hit on, probably not. My guy repellent is working! Would you like to know what my guy repellent secret is? I wear Axe. Did you know that if women wear Axe it has the reverse affect than when men wear it? It repels guys. Interesting no?

But I can see why he would hit on you. You are seriously so drop dead gorgeous that even if you wore Axe you couldn't keep the guys off you. Plus you are HILARIOUS and so much fun to be around because you have a great personality. Plus you love Jesus and we all know that that alone makes you a ton more beautiful than normal.

And I am dead serious about Sweden. I shall also start saving my money now. Maybe I'll open a new savings account especially for this. No joke. I'm going to.

Demetri Martin references are always welcome on this blog. Here are two Jim Gaffigan quotes for your enjoyment:

1) The only advantage to wearing glasses is that you can do that dramatic removal.

2) But in Indiana it's not like New York where everyone's like, 'We're from New York and we're the best' or 'We're from Texas and we like things big' it's more like 'We're from Indiana and we're gonna move.

On a more personal note, I think wine is the most deceitful and misleading drink that's out there. When I look at it I think "Oh, it's going to be sweet like grape juice!" and I get really excited about it. But then I taste it and almost have a seizure because it's so icky. Needless to say, every time I drink wine I am sorely disappointed.

I think I might be addicted to gum...and cotton balls.

I'm watching Practical Magic right now and it kinda makes me wish I had magical powers, you know, except for the fact that the bible doesn't like magic.

I bought a mango yesterday. If you've ever bought mango before you know that it's the biggest gamble there is when it comes to buying fruit. More times than not you end up buying a mango that isn't ripe and just tastes awful and only winds up being a disappointment to the fruit family. But that one time, oh just that one time you happen to pick a ripe mango. It makes all those other times disappear from your memory. When you bite into a nice, juicy, sweet, ripe mango, all you can think about is how they must ONLY serve ripe mangoes in heaven because nothing on the face of this earth could EVER be more delicious, more decadent, more delectable than a ripe mango. After you've had a ripe mango, your longing for fruit perfection is gone. Your taste buds will forever be satisfied. "How do you know all this Rachel? And how can you describe this Utopian experience in such detail as if you have experienced it?" Well, let me tell you make believe question asker, it is because I have tasted a fresh ripe mango. Yes, I am talking about none other than the mango I previously mentioned that I purchased at Trader Joe's. Oh the ecstasy I felt after tasting that mango, I will never be able to describe it Becca. The best I can do is pray that one day, while in the grocery store, God may grant you the extreme blessing of picking out a nice ripe mango. And trust me, your life will never be the same...NEVER!

My left arm hurts.

I put my hair in a side pony tail tonight because I have decided that I officially can rock a side pony tail like none other.

It's taken me all day to write this post. Seriously. Well it's actually because I would sit down to do it then something would come up and I'd have to leave it for a while. But I finally got it down and now I will leave you to watch Wizards of Waverly Place on Youtube...hopefully they still post them on youtube.

Magnolia
Pansy (unless it's a boy)
Oak
Weeping Willow
Petunia
Sycamore
Chestnut
Iris
Snapdragon

Sweet Child of Mine
Sour Baby of His
MMMMAAAAAANNNNNNGGGGGGOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bad Romance (in my creepy voice)
It's like my eyeball's stuck on replay
Battle Hymn of the Republic
Cheeseburger in Paradise
Jaws Theme


Goodnight and Good luck against brain eating zombies that have recently been spotted at night in the Indianapolis area,

Rachel

Racheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeenay! Cheeee cheeee cheee cheeeenay!!!

I've channeling Eric Matthews, courtesy of your Boy Meets World reference. Probably my favorite show of all time. ALL TIME and it's not on DVD!!!!! The good seasons anyway. I even signed a petition once to get them on DVD, but nothing came of it. It makes me so sad. I only have my memories now, and we all know those will be gone soon. But I do remember the coconut stand, and I think opening our own is probably the best idea you've ever had. I also remember from that episode when Cory discovers he can get people paged at the resort. "Paging Dr. Pudding! Dr. Chocolate Pudding!" Classic Cory. Which reminds me of Alec Baldwin on Friends, two minutes after meeting Ross.... "We should get going." "[snicker] Classic Ross!"

I would like you to know that I got hardcore hit on this afternoon. Normally I would not mention this, but he was such a fascinating specimen. Let me describe to you why this is. He made sure to mention, in our 10 minutes together, that he was against religion. He then proceeded to tell me that he almost converted to Islam to date his Muslim friend, but then learned he wouldn't be allowed to date her because he's white, so he sold his Quran. He then almost purchased a book about Celtic spirits for his mother, and then told me he's saving up to buy a crystal ball for his father, who wants one so that he can improve his skills in magic and fortune telling. He's also a poetry minor, which is completely unrelated.

I would so love to go to Sweden with you. No joke. This is the most non-joking I have ever been. I will start saving up right now if you're serious.

You're going to live! .....sort of.

I love you.... sort of.

It's a boy! ............sort of.

I think you are so beautiful. I love you for who you are, so so soooo much. So does Jesus. And I know that you and your future husband are going to be the most....interesting couple I know.

I'm reading a book about the crimes of Paris. I can't tell you how fascinating it is. I am going to type out a bit of it so you can get a taste of what I'm learning: "Parisians' appetite for entertainment that reflected their fascination with the underworld found its fullest satisfaction at the Theatre du Grand-Guignol. Located at the end of Montmartre's rue Chaptal, the tiny theater presented a series of short, gruesome plays each night, alternating comedy and horror. The fare was not for the squeamish, for the creators of the Grand-Guignol brought incredible realism to grotesque special effects, regaling audiences with stabbings, ax murders, gouged-out eyes, torture, acid throwing, amputations, mutilations, and rape. Indeed, there was no outrage that the Grand-Guignol shrank from attempting to depict. Because of the theater's small size, the spectators were often sprayed with 'blood' as well... Playwright Andre de Lourde... had from an early age listened to the sounds of suffering from his father's patients. He had also developed a morbid fear of death, which his father tried unsuccessfully to cure by making him sit vigil over his dead grandmother's body... De Lourde called his works 'slices of death' ... Success was measured by the number of audience members who fainted or threw up. The advertising for the show noted that there was always a doctor in attendance. Increasing the opportunity for stimulation, the bar at the theater served a special drink called Mariani wine, which contained, among other things, cocaine." WHAT A CLASSY JOINT!!!!

Skipper

Ointment

Strongbad

Sheldon

Leonard

Raj Koothrappali

Howard

Chaz

Chuckie

Jammalammadingdong

Invisible - Clay Aiken

Rachael's and my montage of creepy songs... the ULTIMATE creepy song

The Cheeseburger Song

Baby Got Back

Pokeface, Glee version

Achy Breaky Heart

You better come see me soon,

Becca

Becca ang aking pag-ibig,

That's Filipino for Becca my love. I think it's funny that two words magically becomes 4 in another language.

I come bearing wonderful news! I have officially finished editing the video from the footage I took at the end of the year and put it on 2 DVDs! This is HUGE because it took me FOREVER to do it! I wanted to do a lot more to it, like put in my own little comments and music in the background, but seriously, that would've taken me until maybe late August or September. Besides, the video is just fine with out it. I'm so happy I have that so I can look back and remember what college was like and never forget how beautiful you are!

I have always wanted to learn to speak a bunch a languages, and I always regretted not taking more spanish classes so I could at least learn one other language pretty well. But at a certain point I realized I just don't have the language gene like you do so I could only learn so much. Maybe I'll just get a bunch of Rosetta Stone's. Remember, we both at least have to learn Swedish as we will be traveling there for vacation sometime in the near future hopefully.

The job in Columbus is for an IT consulting firm called Unicon International. I would work in the HR department and it's classified as an administrative assistant position but they said it's going through some transitioning so it will be a little broader than that, like I would also do some marketing stuff like make brochures and work on the company newsletter. So I think that I could enjoy that for a year or two until the Lord calls me somewhere else if that be His will.

I'm getting tired of running too. REALLY tired. Now that I'm jogging farther it means I'm jogging LONGER which is not only tiring, but boring. The nice thing is I jog on the treadmill in my parents room so I can watch TV while jogging. I've come to dread jogging but I do it anyway because I guess it's good for me. BLEH!

I want someone to love me for who I am

I want someone to love you because you have an awesome friend named Rachel.

I have been to Hawaii. Trust me, you would LOVE it. There are so many parts of it that are just absolutely gorgeous and I know how much you love nature. I seriously considered moving there after we vacationed there. I know a woman who did that. Wanted to live in Hawaii so she just up and moved there. She's doing pretty well too. Perhaps we can move there together and become hula dancers, or marry rich surfer dudes. We could always do what Cory did in Boy Meets World, open a business selling coconuts with famous faces carves in the side of them.

Did you know that it takes FOREVER AND A DAY to burn a DVD? I do now.

The JoBros felt bad for canceling the show we were going to so they said they would come to Columbus November 10th and give us a private performance at my house. Clear your plans for that day.

I know what the cause of my extreme boredom and depression is. I have no one to prank. Mama G is just too darn cute to prank, and my brother and dad would just yell at me. I need you to come visit so I can prank you. It's to save my mental health Becca so now you have to come or else you'll just look down right mean.

I got my new checks in the mail the other day. They're Luna checks. They make me happy, in a Luna way.

I miss Luna points. People aren't always trying to be super nice to me now in order to get a reward.

This post has become entirely too long. Goodbye.

Kamehameha
Pinto
Honda
Icky
Amos
Clementine
Grape
Stallion
Batman
Cinderella
Cinderslut (her name in the original story)

***DISCLAIMER*** Becca and Rachel do not mean to offend anyone with this game. Thry merely are listing names that we do not prefer for our child to have. They in no way are trying to say that these names in and of themselves are bad, just not for their offspring. It is purely a matter of opinion.

That Mulan Song, I'll make a man out of you or something like that
Whistle While You Work
Phantom Of The Opera (I'll run faster if I think some guy in a mask is chasing me)
Stupid Lies by Rachel Fuhrman (shameless advertising alert)
Get the Party Started
Father Abraham
Paranoid, seeing as I AM in fact paranoid of EVERYTHING
Thriller

I tried to attach some photos of Hawaii to help you make your decision about moving there. But then again, I've never been able to figure it out so you might not ever see them. Too bad so sad.

Love,
Luna

Bonjour mon cherie!

So Rachel, as you know, I have been watching a lot of Alias lately. And besides my urges to be a secret agent, it also makes me want to learn languages. Because every episode they travel around the world, and they seriously know every single language. Ever. And accent. So brilliant. Must be very difficult acting if you think about it... But anyway, one episode they were in Germany. I wanted to speak German. The next, Argentina. I spent the rest of speaking Spanish. The next, Russia, and I've wanted to learn Russian for a while. I just sit here and work on my accent. But I laugh at myself the whole time, so it's difficult.

I'm glad you learned something from your trip to Nashville!!! That's really cool that you're not even upset about it. You have such a good perspective, my dear. I will be praying about the job in Columbus. What is it again? You never really told me.

I'm sooooooooo tired of running. I just have this little trail that I go on, and at first I loved this trail, but now that I see it every single day again and again and again, I'm sick of it. I now fondly refer to it as The Scene of the Crime. Where I am murdered by exercise. I just don't think running is for me because of my asthma tendencies and genetic knee problems. But I can't think of anything else to do that would be effective, so I still do it. Laaaaaaaaaaaaa.

My friend upped and moved to Hawaii. I'm blown away. I wish I could do something like that. Which, you know, I could. Technically. But would I? Mannnnnnnn I don't know. I've never been to Hawaii, so I don't know if I'd like it. Well, I'm sure I'd like it, but to live there? I think I'd feel trapped. I'm very claustrophobic. Even islands. I was discussing with Amy the worst ways to die, and for me, I decided that it's a tie between being buried alive and being trapped in a deserted subway shaft with man-eating zombies.

Pinata

Scrooge

Scar

Frank

Lars

Ethel

Rhonda

Bolognaface

Tito

Livin on a Prayer, but only when you're at the halfway point

Circle of Life

Hardknock Life

The Cheese Song

Soul Sister, just because it's our song

Forever... moving at the speed of light?!

No Air.... LOL you know, because you'll be out of breath

Good job on changing the playlist and I will build a dinosaur for you,

Becca :)

Becca Langalangadingdong,

I did not watch the world cup. I know, I am an awful person, but IT"S NOT MY FAULT! I like watching sports, really I do! It's just that I never think about it. Between Disney Channel and online episodes of Community I never have time to watch it! But I am fascinated by the Paul creature. I think it's amazing that he's been right 8 for 8. Perhaps his name is Paul because of his wisdom, just like the apostle Paul. Or maybe he just didn't look like a Johnny. And as for Germany, I will keep my vulgar language to myself so as not to offend our German reader (Eric in case he ever reads it, and actually, I'm majority German), but THEY SUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How dare they threaten to eat such a magnificent creature. YOU LOST GERMANY! GET OVER IT AND MOVE ON! THERE'S ANOTHER ONE IN FOUR YEARS SO GET PRACTICING! Actually, Germany has probably offended Paul so I would doubt that he would ever pick them to win again. As for who came up with the idea of using an octopus to predict the winner of the world cup, I heard it was the same person who thought of the idea of using a groundhog to predict how much longer winter would last, and that person is... me.

I have barely even heard of the Bonnie Hunt Show, let alone watched it, but if you like it I'm sure it's wonderful. You seem to watch a lot of TV. I'm not judging, just merely pointing out, after all, I'm the one who watches 6 episodes of Community each day so I have NO RIGHT to judge.

Speaking of Community, it is my latest obsession therefore you must put up with my constant yabbering about it. YOU MUST! While I find Jeff very attractive and Pierce humorous with his racist antics, I much admit that my favorite character is Abed and agree with you that I would like for him to be my best friend, so MOVE OVER SISTA, you've got company. I think we would make a fun group of three. He could be batman, I would be wonder woman, and you could be That Girl.

I was shocked to read that you are no long a Psych SUPER FAN because true super fans know that PSYCH STARTS TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am ashamed of you. Truly I am. You can't tell but right now my eyes are filled with tears of shame. TEARS OF SHAME BECCA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You know what, I'm going to send you a picture message right now so you CAN see the shame in my eyes...DONE! Shame sent.

Just so you know, I'm not really ashamed of you.

I went to Nashville again on Sunday and came back late last night, in case you didn't know. I was doing my shadow day for the sales job down there. It went well and I'm glad I went because I realized I DON"T WANT A SALES JOB! All of the workers there seemed to give me the same vibe, that their jobs right now sucked. All they did was cold calling and going on sales appointments. I don't think I'd be bad at it, just not enjoy it. One girl flat out told me that the only reason you put up with this part of the job is because you know you have the potential to make a lot of money in 2-3 years, so if you might only be working a job for 1-2 years and then go off and do music, this isn't the job for you because you'll be miserable for that time. While the job isn't the super most important thing to me in the long run (music being most important) I also don't want to be completely miserable for that time because I might lose my spunky, light-hearted, personality. I am SUPER PRAYING that I get that job in Columbus now because I think it'd like it a lot more. I haven't heard back from them yet in case you're wondering.

When do you start your job? What is it you'll do again? I tried to explain it to my dad but I'm sure I did awful.

I've been listening to Bad Romance alot lately. Not sure why. It reminds me of our remix...you know what I'm talking about. Oh, and I've decided that I'm going to sing our remix during my toast at your wedding.

I jogged 3 miles today! I'm that much closer to my goal of 200, and when I reach that goal, it means I'll be able to jog to visit you! Then promptly die.

Here are my names:

Paul

Paul the Octopus

Cricket

Peach

Edward Cullen

Sam (it's just too confusing, do you mean a girl or a guy, I DON"T KNOW!)

Luna (TAKEN!)

Johnny Appleseed (Johnny Peach Pit I'm okay with)

Ashley (for a boy)

Here's my new game for us to play in addition: What songs should Rachel have on her playlist for when she jogs to visit Becca in Indy?

Eye of the Tiger

Don't Stop Believing

Don't Stop Breathing

Livin' on a Prayer

Bad Romance

It's Bad But I'm Not Willing To Admit It Romance

Your Love Is My Drug

Mess of Me (to remind me that even your druggy love won't fix me)

Change

Tradition

I'm sending you a dog, or the movie Homeward Bound, you'll find out soon.

Rachel

Dear Rachinnychinchin,

I apologize for not having written in a while. I had people visit, but that's really a cover excuse for I WAS WATCHING THE WORLD CUP. Which, in case you missed it or forgot, Spain won. Spain, the geographic love of my life. I am so pleased. I think we should take time to comment on Paul, the Oracle Octopus. What are your thoughts on this? A sea creature that correctly predicted the outcomes of eight World Cup matches? I mean, who decided to make this octopus guess in the first place? And name him Paul? That must be one strange and/or lonely individual. And I just heard that some Germans are angry about Paul choosing Spain over Germany, and they want to fry him and eat him for dinner. Literally. Poor Paul.

I'm watching the Bonnie Hunt Show, which I think you would like because she's funny, and this CRAZY old lady is on, cooking something with her. She's crazy kooky out of control. It makes me laugh. I think you will probably be like this one day.

I woke up early today. I went on a run, I ate pancakes (choco choco chip!), and I took a shower. Now I feel the need to sporcle the world. That's code for take over the world, which is code for sporcle the world.

The worst time to have a heart attack is during a game of charades, especially if your teammates are bad guessers. The only worse time would be during a game of fake heart attack. Followed by naps.

I have a suggestion for our music player. Go and edit the settings, and put it on random, and re-post it. The little nursery music at the beginning of the first song that I hear every time I get on our blog is starting to scare me. I dread it. It's starting to have the effect of a ringtone you use as your alarm. You know? You start to hate it. And then, when you're in public and someone's phone rings and they use that ringtone, your heart starts to beat really fast and you look around like you're surrounded by assassins. At least, that's how it usually works with me.

I'm excited for Community to come back. I also always look forward to Fridays because I can watch Rookie Blue, my new favorite summer show. It's on on Thursdays, but I can't watch it because my sister watches the So You Think You Can Dance elimination show(SYTYCD to the true fans, which I find to be a lengthy and inefficient acronym). I am not too upset about this because I actually really like that show. But I hate elimination shows, no matter the program. I find them stressful and in the end, very sad. When does Psych come back? I need to prepare myself for Gus and Shawn's witty banter and humorous antics.

Phyllis

Nancy

Drew

Nancy Drew

Fierce.... no, no, I take that back. That's still in the running.

Barney

Steinkeller

Couch

Sweatband

Poofy

I want a dog,

Becca :)

Dear Becca,

First of all, seeing as how I'm unemployed, you will be bringing in more money than me, therefore all responsibility of paying my expenses automatically falls on you. Sucks to be best friends with me doesn't it? Second, I didn't get to go to a fourth of July parade, but I agree with you about the bloody thirsty, candy craving children. I practically have to step on top of them and throw them into the old show cars driving by in order to be my candy!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I LOVE EUCHRE! I wish you would've learned to play before you came to visit me because it's my favorite card game to play but I never have anyone to play it with. Sometimes I play it on Yahoo! games to satisfy my urges, but I haven't in a long time because I forgot about it but I will do it now! I also used to play blackjack online because you got to gamble with fake money but I would pretend it was real and I was in a Las Vegas Casino beating George Clooney and Hugh Hefner. At one point in my imaginary world Hughie gets to tight up for cash because I'm beating him so badly that he has to bet his famous red velvet robe. Needless to say, that night I lounge in a beautiful red robe while reading Charles Dickens and listening to Beethoven.

Here are names I would NEVER name my child:

-Becca
-Apple
-Nectarine
-Chlamydia (even if it is a pretty name)
-Stereofuse
-Hand
-Loser
-Rachel's kid (wait, I might do this one)
-Petunia
-T-Rex
-Adolph Blaine Charles David Earl Frederick Gerald Hubert Irvim John Kenneth Loyd Martin Nero Oliver Paul Quincy Randolph Sherman Thomas Uncas Victor Willian Xerxes Yancy Zeus
-Hazzelilponi
-Luke Skywalker
-Bob Groundskipper

I am now at 1:51 in my video from the last few weeks. I still have 3.25 hours to go though. THIS IS TAKING FOREVER!!!!! Here are some observations i have made so far from what I've seen: 1) Carrie Gomez never has ANYTHING to say to the camera. 2) Rachael HATES the camera 3) Abram's age of maturity instantly drops 7 years when in front of a camera 4) You are very funny and beautiful. 5) I record too much of nothing. 6) We were very blessed to have such wonderful people in our lives. 7) I have a very annoying voice. Seriously, I don't know how you could stand to live with me for a year and not want to cut my lips off and tear out my tongue.

I just watched the part where you went on a motorcycle ride with Eric. Hello helmet hair.

PSYCH COMES BACK A WEEK FROM TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Goodbye

Whatever Rachel. I have enough trouble paying for my own appointments. And I am basically going to be in poverty for the next year, so let's not be asking Becca for money.

I forgot to tell you, I had to go to a 4th of July parade on Sunday, and I have several comments: 1) it was the longest parade OF MY LIFE; 2) I took a picture and it's getting published in the local paper; 3) I met a bold little boy named Jack. He's from LA. We're BFFs now; 4) I am amazed and somewhat disturbed by the average child's bloodthirsty infatuation with candy.

I learned how to play euchre. I went to my dad's work today and played with them at lunch. It was like My Boys meets Big Bang Theory. Speaking of Big Bang, I have a clip for you to watch: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RSj7AkCF5qw. Enjoy.

Let's play a new game. Let's come up with names that we would NEVER name our possible future children. I'll start:

Diane
Stuart

Bernie

Larry

Fifi Trixibelle

Guatamalteca

Michael Jackson

Blanket

Havenly Hiraani Tiger Lily

4-Real

That was fun. I hope this game continues.

I'm going to go watch another episode of Alias and pretend I'm a mind-blowing crime-fighting world-saving hardcore bada$$ yet still stunningly beautiful super secret agent. It makes me feel young.

I saw a real pair of apple-bottom jeans today,

Becca

I'm totally out of humorous nicknames for you right now...

I added the songs you requested to our playlist. Let me know when you finish your own original song, but if you will notice that the song I added of me singing is NOT an original song. It's me singing "Hallelujah" your favorite Rachel Fuhrman cover song. That's right, I did it for you :)

I am editing all the footage I took the last couple weeks of school. My laptop isn't working properly (SHOCK!?!?!?!?!?!) so I had to start all over on my family's desktop. Total there was about 7 hours of video total, which is actually less than I thought. So far I have spent about three and a half hours editing and finished about an hour and a half of footage...UGH!!! It's gonna take FOREVER! I got it down to 6:15 hours. This is going to be a multi-disc DVD. But I like that. It just means more memories! There some good stuff in here, and by good stuff I mean stuff I can use for blackmail against you in the future to get you to do WHATEVER I WANT...MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I think I'm finally down to 140 lbs. YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have an eye appointment today because I'm completely out of contacts but I need my prescription re-done or whatever. I hope it takes less than an hour to do it all. You know, as an unemployed person, it sure is gonna be hard to pay for an $80 eye appointment and $100 contacts. Becca, pay for my eye care stuff or else I'LL SHOW YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING FOOTAGE TO THE WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I don't watch soccer, but it's not because I don't like to, I just never think of it. Perhaps I shall text you in a few minutes to see what time the game is on. I take that back. I won't. I just have too much to be doing. Seriously. My to-do list is a mile long! Actually it's about 1.5 feet long, but that's still pretty long. I will root for the USA always. I know they're out of the competition and not playing in the game you're so excited about, so think about how AWESOME that would be if USA won when they weren't even playing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I submitted my resume for a job in Chicago. The job actually sounds super cool and like a dream job for me if this whole music thing doesn't work out. I would REALLY love to have this job and I wouldn't be opposed to moving to Chicago and trying to start a music career there. Although I've heard winters are rough in Chicago. But upside, I might see the filming of My Boys and meet Brenden!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That would make it all worth it for me :)

Okay I have to go shower because I worked out so I smell and no doctor is going to want to look at my eyes if I smell. Icky.

My God bless you and keep you in line

Rachel

Oh Rachessishard,

I like how I've been demoted to "you." I think it's funny, and would probably respond to it more than any other name. Carrie Gomez told me her brother is trying to make it so she responds to "woman." She says she is not really that offended by it, as being a woman is not a particularly offensive state to be in, but that she's kind of stuck with not knowing how to deal with it. Situations like these make me wish I had a brother. I think I would get along quite well with one.

Funny moment: I saw we had a new follower and got all excited, until I realized it was myself.

I am pleased that you added a music player. I like mine. I usually get annoyed when websites play music, let's be honest, but I put some of my very favorite songs on there that mean a lot to me, and I wanted to share them with people. I approve of the songs that you have chosen. Since you have a song, I think it's only fair that I add one of my originals. I will record it so that we can put it up ASAP. Maybe we should record our brotherhood song... as for legit suggestions, I could come up with a thousand. I kept mine more mellow, so I think this one should be upbeat! So I will request "How to Fall" by Josh Wilson and "Change" by Taylor and "Who I am" by NJ & the A. Yes?

Every fight is a food fight... when you're a cannibal.

I am SO excited for the WORLD CUP GAME TODAY!!!!! Technically it is today since it's past midnight. I was going to go to bed, but then I decided I just didn't want to. So here I am. But I'm excited for the game; it should be good. But I'm even more excited for the game tomorrow. GERMANY VS. SPAIN. Epic, no? I, of course my horse, am rooting for Spain. I am actively campaigning against Eric Danielson, Chris Vazquez, and Carly Ferree, all blatantly rooting for Germany, aka THE ENEMY. But it should be fun! I love sports rivalries! As long as I don't get too into them. Monster Becca is sometimes unleashed so... the HS has to keep her in check.

Spare change is the same as wedgies for me. I don't give it unless someone is really asking for it.

I had a very enjoyable experience at Panera today. I will leave out the details, but I ended up giving the man at the register a high five.

You're welcome,

You

You,

I added a playlist because I wanted our blog to be like yours. Since it is OUR blog, let me know if you have any requests for songs to be put on our playlist. Fun fact, while search for a few songs to add to the playlist I thought I'd search for my name just for kicks, and guess what I CAME UP IN THE SEARCH! It's basically audio from all my youtube videos, but I was still excited, so I added myself to the playlist. Yes, I have that big of an ego, and as soon as you put a video on Youtube I'll add it to the list also.

Sincerely,
Me

BEC-CAH!

Below I have listed several sentences and/or phrases that I think would be semi-humorous to have google translator read out loud:

She sells seashells by the sea shore

Any of Austin's blog posts

The script of The Godfather

Go ahead, make my day

Anything from The Princess Bride

Hot Pocket

Toy Boat

The lyrics to See You Again by Miley Cyrus

Binary

You're welcome for entertaining you for 10 minutes.

Love,
Rachel

Beccananananana na

I watched Love Actually today. While sometimes it is wildly inappropriate, I do really love it, actually. My favorite part is when Keira Knightly's character is watching the video the guy recorded of her wedding and realizes that the entire video is of her, meaning that he's in love with her! AHHH SO GREAT!

I kinda know what you mean about needing the fellowship a lot. I feel like we are feeling the same thing in our lives right now, well maybe not the same thing but something very similar. I'm just not as joyful as I used to be. But seeing you and all our friends made me much more joyful :D

My computer's broken, but you knew that.

Here are my ideas for Holy Spirit nicknames:

H to the S
H Shizzle
Da Spirit
My Homie Spirit
Fred

We're going to see the Jonas Brothers live, in case you forgot.

I would like to get a poodle. They're just so fluffy.

In case I didn't already tell you I'm really excited about your job and I'm SUPER proud of you. I think Jesus did give you this job which is why I'm glad you took it. He's going to teach you some great things this year.

I went to Crate and Barrel today to visit Elizabeth at work. I made a new life goal while I was there: make enough money to buy my furniture from there, or become the world's best thief and steal stuff from there.

That is all. Have a wonderful evening.

Love,
Luna

Ok Rachel, I need your advice.

What should I call the Holy Spirit?! Sounds like an odd question, yes, but I mean, I have affectionate nicknames for God. I do. And some people call Him, like, Daddy... but I can't do that. That's totally not me. I call them Big G, the J-man, and... what?! What do I call the HS? Others may think these names are disrespectful or whatever, but they're not. Me having nicknames like this for them pretty much symbolizes that they mean a whole freaking lot to me. Because when I really love someone, they end up with a nickname like this. Just how I am. But I need one for the HS, so give me some options. Ok bye.

Rachurchiscool,

What upppppppppppp I'm back in the Hoosier state. Sometimes I don't like that it's called Hoosier because it sounds too much like Hooter. Have I ever said that to you? Probably.

I agree with you on the change thing. Completely. We definitely do have areas of our persons and our lives that God has to refine in order to make us more like Christ. I think that's something that will never stop because we will always be growing in Him and through Him and towards Him. Sanctification is something I'm super excited about... this journey never ends! Yay!

Alright so, I LOVED my mini-vacay. I cannot even express how much I needed it. Like...I NEEDED IT!!!!!! A LOT. A lot a lot. It's been rough here. Hard to explain really, but it's been hard and it just felt sooooo good to be back and surrounded by friends and fellowship and comfortable people and places. I want to cry just thinking about it. So good. Praise Jesus for giving me the opportunity to come back and see everyone. And praise Jesus for my JOB!!!!! I mean, I know it's random and I won't be making any money and I'm stuck in Indy for a year, but... I am pretty darn sure He put this in my lap for a reason. It was totally His doing, and so I'm super pumped to see what He does with it :)

I love Jesus.
I love you, too, don't worry. Just not as much as Him.

So I decided that tomorrow I am going to clean my room hardcore and throw out everything I don't need. I know I have a ton of stuff I could give away, and I can take that to the women's shelter or something. And then, after I clean, I will finger paint you a picture. Just you wait. My artistic skills cannot be denied.

Thanks for the piano books dude... :) And for the delicious fudge. I left the rest for Rachael because she's getting sick and I wanted to lift her spirits with the power of chocolate. Oh, p.s. Austin has a theory that girls like white chocolate more. True? I think not. White chocolate = chocolate wannabe. Dark's where it's at...for the cool kids anyway.

Aight... time for din dins. Toots!

Be3cca :)

p.s. I didn't meant to type the 3, but I think I'll leave it there for effect.
p.p.s. my new favorite hobby is watching andrew corbin play tetris. ask rachael.

Beccalicious,

L.A. L.A. Baby
She's a
L.A. L.A. Baby
you're my
L.A. L.A. Baby

I have left your presence for who knows how long. This thought saddens me greatly...beyond description actually. It was SO FANTASTIC having you visit me these past couple days. Thanks for coming. You honestly have NO IDEA how much I needed your visit. Like you said, there are just some things about me that only you get, and I think that's what makes us such a dynamic duo (I like calling us that). Also, sometimes being at home can be hard for me, especially spiritually. But having you hear and reading your wonderful post kind of renewed my spirit a little bit :)

In regards to change, I agree with you, to an extent. I do think that we shouldn't feel the need to change for other people because it is not them who we are ultimately trying to please. However, I don't think changing who we are is bad and should be out of the question, as long as it's kept in control. Certain things about us, like being a Christian, should never change. But let's face it, sometimes what we do and "who we are" are not very God-honoring and we might need to change. I should put a disclaimer here that I think we should change who we are in the sense of personality, habits, and so on, not our identity (as long as it's in Christ). Also, people who aren't Christians have to make some pretty drastic changes to themselves. But like you said, it's all relative because while change can help us grow closer to God, accepting who we really are and realizing that that is who God made us to be and that that means we don't have to change is an important concept that many people need to grasp. I think it could help with a lot of self esteem and relationship problems. If only all were as wise as you, Becca my dear.

In regards to nature, I completely agree. The older I get the more I am noticing nature and how utterly beautiful God's creation is. Take for instance the sky. I never really thought much about it before, just that it's there, but now when I look at it I am fascinated at the the clouds move around and am in total awe at the sight of a sunset and delighted at a clear blue sky. I love God for creating such an interesting and beautiful sight that is always available to be looked at and appreciated.

I am SOOOO TIRED now because I just drove 2.25 hours all by myself in the night. CHEST PAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Okay it's gone.

I think for breakfast tomorrow I shall have my mango creamcicle in a bag, just to spite you.

Enjoy the rest of your fudge...I ate some just so you know.

I must go now. I hope Austin puts this whole post in Google Translator and listens to it in that lady's monotone voice.

Love,
Luna