Hey yo what’s up Loony. Your knee destroyed?

So here’s some fun news. Do you watch the news? You know how the Democrats and the Republicans can’t decide on federal budget cuts and tomorrow at midnight is the deadline and if they don’t decide on something the federal government is going to shut down? You know who funds my job? That’s right. The federal government. Come Monday, I might be out of a job. #baller

Here’s a piece of wisdom: we’re all someone’s daughter, we’re all someone’s son – how long can we look at each other down the barrel of a gun?

I was confronted with a profound dilemma yesterday – deciding which name is more Jewish: David Goldfarb or Hadassah Katz. Then that got me thinking… what if I’m not a Gentile? What if I’m a Jew? I don’t know my ancestry. For all I know I could be descended from one of the tribes and somewhere along the line my ancestor converted to Christianity!! I mean, at the risk of sounding very offensive (a risk which I am obviously going to take), look at the evidence. I have a biggish nose. My hair is sometimes curly(ish). My parents almost spelled my name “Rebekah”. Kathryn used to call me Esther, who was OBV a Jew (Hadassah hollaaaaa). My mother used to work in a bank?! It’s just so very clear.

I got a new nickname yesterday. Becca Bootypop. I’m not going to tell you how I got it.

I tried to go without my meds this morning. Why do I continue to make poor choices? Also, my awesome yellow bruise is still gracing my face. I’m a lucky jaundiced girl.

My fellow VISTAs and I had to go to a professional development seminar downtown yesterday. It was four hours of lectures/presentations – aka GOOD FUN. Actually, it was pretty interesting… all about the state of poverty in the country and ways to eradicate it, what the government’s doing, what works and what doesn’t, etc. Dude was smart. Best part though was a freeeeee lunch. It was delicious. But this is what happened: [Becca scarfs down white bean chicken chili and rice. Suddenly she pauses.] “Ohhh…. I’m not supposed to have rice….” [Other girls slap her wrist in shock and dismay. Becca turns to her soda and takes a sip.] “Ohhh… I’m not supposed to have carbonated beverages….” [Other girls proceed to pelt Becca with their own food in their rage at her rule breaking, then take away her cupcake as punishment. Becca prays fervently that she has not just destroyed her tooth hole recovery, but more than that, mourns the loss of her cupcake.] My sister apologized for angering me the other day, and said to make up for it she would make me a cake. I love how people who know me know that they can appease me with baked goods.

I went on a walk last night. It’s amazing the self-preservation tips that I have learned from all my crime shows. Make sure you keep an eye on the alleys. Don’t walk near a dark car. Keep your cell on you, on silent. Killers are not always loners – sometimes wives aid their husbands in their disgusting activities, so don’t get alone with them. That was probably the safest (weapon-free) walk ever taken by any single girl in the history of the world. I stared inside the local inn for a while and tried to imagine myself in Pride and Prejudice. I don’t think I would enjoy living by candlelight alone.

You know how turtles are my favorite animal? I’ve added elephants to the list. I love how they are big and not necessarily beautiful, but they are majestic. And they are brave. And they live in communities and respect their leader. And they work together to defend their young. And they are wise and they never forget. Elephants.

I guess I better get to work since this might be my last real day. Farewell to you.

Becca