Ebcca,
I'm feeling slightyl today dislexic. So bear with em.
I wish I could've been there this weekend. Stupid famliy reuninon. Well, it's not stuipd. I enjoyed greatly myself. I sang karaoke (no, I spelled that one right, it just naturally looks that wierd). That was the firts time I've ever done that. It was exhilirating. I sang "Livin' On A Boat." Wait, that's wrong. Livin' On A Dream? Livin' On A Potato Diet? Livin' On a Prayer. No, it's none of those. I don't remememememeber.
I also sang "Alone" by Lung, or some other vital body organ. Is there a non-vital body organ? I'd like to know which organ that has a purpose in our body can be taken out without any consequences what so ever. Besides the brain. Seems to me like they're all vital. BAM!
I hope you had fnu this weekend though. I bet it was nice to see (those e's are backwards, in case you couldn't tell) everyone. GOSH DARN IT I WISH I COULD"VE GONE!
Okay I really feel like God is scraeming at me to start a P.I. firm with you. let's do it. We can call it Psych-a-Deli. We'll solve criems and run a deli shop at the same time. AWESMOE!
In regards to the copyright thing, I don't know HOW I'd prove it but I do know that's the law. That pick up line is now mine. Guys every where now have to ask my permission to say it. I'm not jkoing. Look up copyright law. I researched it for my songwriting so I could protect my property that comes from my intelligence.
It was hot this weekend. I actually had to give in and turn my air on. But I've decided that I want don't to do that anymore so I can save more money for clothes since I haven't gone fun shoppnig in months. So I say, BRING IT ON SUMMER! BRING IT ON! Together Becca, we cna defeat the heat wave of injustice summer brings.
Also, I like that you said arse.
Megan left work at 3 today to go see her little neice be born. I'm so excited to be an aunt. And by that I mean I'm exicted for you to have children so I can teach them hwo to prank you and drive you insane. You'd better believe ducks will eb involved. I'm excited for her though. We're both gonna have baby fever now. Did you know that scared I'm of holding babies because I'm afraid I'll break them? That would amke me feel pretty crappy if I broke a baby.
I was in a workout video yesterday. 6 videos actually. I felt like Jillian Michaels. Would like you see one? I thought you'd say yes. Here it is:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v15f560Pp-E
Now you know how to work out.
BTW, I came up with the cure for cancer this weekend. You're welcome world.
Rahcel
P.S. Here's a list of my favorite animals:
1. Cheetah (legit)
2. Mammoth
3. T-Rex
4. Mouse
5. Kinkajou
6. stink beetle
7. Koala bear (totally legit)
8. hermit crab
S.P.P You butt dialed me. I should've known it was too good to be true when I saw you were calling me instead of texting me. I figured you were either butt dialing me, or someone had kidnapped you and were calling me to tell me that I had to pay the randsom or else they'd tickle you to death. Apparently these imaginary kidnappers didn't know I am about as poor as a slug. Wait, no, everyone knows slugs are the middle class of the animal family. I meant poor as a moth.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Friday, May 27, 2011
Neither Spayed Nor Neutered,
Here are my comments on your last post:
- well done.
- you spelled Slavic wrong. and aight. aight?
- i think the phantom vibrate thing's an actual condition. I always think I hear my phone beep and start frantically looking around like a maniac. Speaking of all things frantic, at the stable last night this horse was freaking out and kept giving me the crazy eye. And I mean the CRAZIEST eye. I will recreate it for you sometime.
- muncie really is kind of a party town #ballstate
- my hair is NOT jet black!
- i really liked the "shifting ethnicities" line.
- how can you prove that you copywrited (copywrote?) that line, and not another Rachel Fuhrman? You should be more specific.
I am sad I will not see you this weekend. Since you have not answered any of my inquiries about whether or not you're coming (#avoider) and mentioned briefly something about a family reunion (#avoider) I'm going to guess you will be at a family reunion. Or something. Too bad.
You know, back to the copywriting topic, you could probably make a ton of money if you did that ALL the time. I am thinking of the movie Made of Honor, starring Patrick Dempsey's hair, and in the movie his character invented the slip thingy that goes on coffee cups. He got ten cents or something for EVERY one of them that was used, and you cannot find a cup of coffee without one. He was a wealthy man, Rachel, for doing ONE little thing. Now you? You can do many things. MANY THINGS. Then I can be your trophee friend for the rest of my life.
Pirates 4 comes out this weekend. I normally wouldn't pay to go see it in theaters, but I think I am going with the Riley and her clan. Plus... I have an unhealthy sense of adoration for Captain Jack Sparrow. Have you heard of the movie Bridesmaids? I don't have cable, so I don't know anything about it (no commercials to see) but my friend went and saw it and said she cried it was so funny. I also heard that Hangover 2 was horrendous. I also heard that giant shrimp used to rule the ocean.
Did you read my tweet about my dream? That I attended a seminar on how to raise nerdy children? I must clarify. It wasn't how to handle your nerdy children; it was how to make sure that your children are nerds. #nerdlover
It's going to be hot this weekend/next week. Prepare yourself. The summer challenge is upon us. I hope he talked to winter and found out how tough I am and backs off a bit because if not... I'm going to have to kick his sun-scorching arse.
I've been watching Chuck all afternoon. It gives me hope that I, an ordinary citizen, could one day become a highly valuable asset to the federal government -- nay, the world. I will be ready when I receive their call.
I've got the joy joy joy joy down in my heart,
Elephant Girl
P.S. Here is a list of my favorite animals, for future reference (dogs and birds are too typical/broad to include here):
1. Turtle
2. Elephant
3. Beluga whale
4. Red panda
5. Aye aye (look it up)
Here are my comments on your last post:
- well done.
- you spelled Slavic wrong. and aight. aight?
- i think the phantom vibrate thing's an actual condition. I always think I hear my phone beep and start frantically looking around like a maniac. Speaking of all things frantic, at the stable last night this horse was freaking out and kept giving me the crazy eye. And I mean the CRAZIEST eye. I will recreate it for you sometime.
- muncie really is kind of a party town #ballstate
- my hair is NOT jet black!
- i really liked the "shifting ethnicities" line.
- how can you prove that you copywrited (copywrote?) that line, and not another Rachel Fuhrman? You should be more specific.
I am sad I will not see you this weekend. Since you have not answered any of my inquiries about whether or not you're coming (#avoider) and mentioned briefly something about a family reunion (#avoider) I'm going to guess you will be at a family reunion. Or something. Too bad.
You know, back to the copywriting topic, you could probably make a ton of money if you did that ALL the time. I am thinking of the movie Made of Honor, starring Patrick Dempsey's hair, and in the movie his character invented the slip thingy that goes on coffee cups. He got ten cents or something for EVERY one of them that was used, and you cannot find a cup of coffee without one. He was a wealthy man, Rachel, for doing ONE little thing. Now you? You can do many things. MANY THINGS. Then I can be your trophee friend for the rest of my life.
Pirates 4 comes out this weekend. I normally wouldn't pay to go see it in theaters, but I think I am going with the Riley and her clan. Plus... I have an unhealthy sense of adoration for Captain Jack Sparrow. Have you heard of the movie Bridesmaids? I don't have cable, so I don't know anything about it (no commercials to see) but my friend went and saw it and said she cried it was so funny. I also heard that Hangover 2 was horrendous. I also heard that giant shrimp used to rule the ocean.
Did you read my tweet about my dream? That I attended a seminar on how to raise nerdy children? I must clarify. It wasn't how to handle your nerdy children; it was how to make sure that your children are nerds. #nerdlover
It's going to be hot this weekend/next week. Prepare yourself. The summer challenge is upon us. I hope he talked to winter and found out how tough I am and backs off a bit because if not... I'm going to have to kick his sun-scorching arse.
I've been watching Chuck all afternoon. It gives me hope that I, an ordinary citizen, could one day become a highly valuable asset to the federal government -- nay, the world. I will be ready when I receive their call.
I've got the joy joy joy joy down in my heart,
Elephant Girl
P.S. Here is a list of my favorite animals, for future reference (dogs and birds are too typical/broad to include here):
1. Turtle
2. Elephant
3. Beluga whale
4. Red panda
5. Aye aye (look it up)
Torn Sleeves McGee,
That coffee did weird things to my body. I'm all shaky now, and slightly naeseous, seeing double, I can't see the color blue or things that are glittery, and I'm pretty sure I'm growing a third arm from my knee. I'm never drinking coffee again. NEVER! On the plus side, my hair smells like the ocean breeze. If you're wondering what ocean breeze smells like, it smells like my hair.
I decided to stop drinking the coffee, but keep it sitting on my desk because despite my feelings of disgust toward the drink, I do love the smell of it. Plus, I feel like a true businesswoman with a cup of coffee on my desk.
Every time I get a papercut I mutter a statement of fake hate for Austin J. Hilmer. I don't actually know if his middle name starts with J, it just seemed to fit. I wouldn't be surprised if his middle is James though. Or Jamar. Jaundice? Probably not. But you never know.
I'm listening to the new A Fine Frenzy CD. It's not that new. It came out a few months ago, but it's their most recent CD and it's new to me. It's good, but I like their first CD better. No Ashes and Wine calibur songs on this album.
I'm so used to keeping my phone in my pocket and feeling it vibrate that now when it's not in my pocket, my hip literally vibrates making me think someone just texted me. Extreme phantom vibrations.
I got a Joni Mitchell CD from the library because it seems like a lot of female artists list her as an inspiration. She's good, but I don't like her music that well. It seems like in every song she's playing a game called "See how many words I can fit into two measures of music." Strange to listen to. But I guess she's original and talented, so I can maybe see why she's a role model for so many female artists.
I think if I had quadruplets I'd tell people I had two sets of twins, just to be different.
I read on article on Yahoo! this morning about people who have made money off their blogs. When will that happen to us? If anyone out there reading this would like to pay us to blog more we would gladly accept such an offer. As long as it came with corn muffins from Famous Dave's. #stringsattached
The word mustache just came into my head. I don't know why. Maybe I am secretly attracted to them, or sub-conciously wish I had one. I hope the latter is the true one. I think I could totally rock a mustache.
Last night at small group, our name game was to say your name and what you would spend $1 million dollars on if you won it. And you couldn't give it away to a good cause. You could only say what you'd do with it for youself. I said I would buy my best friend Becca all the dresses she wants from Modcloth. And I'd take her to Hardee's. Actually I said I'd buy $1 million worth of crackers. But what I REALLY said was that I'd buy a black Steinway grand piano (my dream purchase) and other musical equipment and spend the rest traveling. First place I'd go to: Muncie, Indiana. #partycityusa
I think I'm going to have to dump out my coffee. The smell is bringing back bad memories of drinking it.
Now that I'm looking at it, this is shaping up to be an extremely long post. Oh well, it should keep you entertained for at least 5 minutes.
I can't wait until I've saved up enough money to buy Kate Voegele's new CD. I know you don't like her but I LOVE her and am excited to hear her new music. She's my Joni Mitchell. Her Joni Mitchell is Joni Mitchell. That's actually why I got the Joni Mitchell CD.
If looks could kill you'd be a murderer (copyright 2011 Rachel Fuhrman). I just made up that pick up line. I'm awesome. I can totally see Daniel Wentzel using that line. Danny, I'll let you use it but I'm going to charge you a usage fee of $.10 every time you use it. It's copyrighted, because I said it is. Seriously, it is. Look at the law.
So we're starting a new flexible working hours schedule next week in the operations department at work. Basically all it means is that on Tuesday and Wednesday I can work from 8-5 instead of 8:30-5:30. I like it. I will enjoy getting off earlier those days. It will give me more time to work on my concept album called "Songs about Becca" It's a compliation of songs dedicated to all the many appealing qualities you possess, like your sense of humor, jet black hair, shifting ethnicity, and your irrational love of coffee and irrational need to get me to love coffee (that one's gonna be my first number one hit).
You+Me+Being The Tonight Show Hosts=ENTERTAINMENT!
I should paint my nails more. And I should paint them bright neon colors, because it's cool.
I'm going to go karaoking this weekend with Mama G and other family while we're up at the family reunion. Believe it or not, this will be the first time I've gone out to karaoke. I'm excited. I think I'll sing "Alone" by Heart. Or a veggie tales song, which will be hard since I don't know any Veggie Tales songs. #notallowedtojudgeme
I'm obsessed with Parks and Recreation now. Wait, let me resend that statement and replace it with this one: I am obsessed with watching the Ben/Leslie relationship unfold on Parks and Recretation. The show itself is only 'ight.
My goal is to make this the longest post EVER!
The character of Chris on Parks and Rec reminds me of me. He says literally a lot, like me. He literally says literally in every sentence. Literally...literally.
There's secretly a tiny part of me that wishes my future husband and mine love story begins by us being in love with each other but we're not allowed to be together because of some rule or someone else's jealousy so we had to keep our relationship hidden. Television just makes it sound so romantic. I'm sure it sucks in real life and never works, but a girl can dream right?
This weekend is Memorial Weekend. Did you know Memorial Day is my favorite holiday? You probably didn't since it's not. We both know April Fools' Day is my favorite holiday. Yes, it's a holiday.
Megan and I spent half an hour at work today watching geese outside our office window and making up conversations for them. #typicalfriday.
Here is my schedule for tonight, since I know you're interested:
5:37 - Arrive at my apartment
5:41 - Eat dinner
6:00 - Open the door for Mama G as she will be stopping by.
6:15 - Shut the door in Alissa's face as she will also be stopping by and it would be funny and shows that I am in the position of authority.
6:29 - Run around the apartment complex yelling "THE SLOVICS ARE COMING, THE SLOVICS ARE COMING!!!!"
6:44 - Have Mama G bail me out of jail after being thrown in jail for causing public alarm.
7:01 - Ride a unicorn
7:03 - Ride a UNICON
7:30 - Personal Training session
8:01 - Early death caused by extreme personal training session
8:22 - Come back to life as an evil zombie with red eyes that shoot fire.
8:23 - Start making my way towards Indianapolis.
Okay that's LITERALLY all I have left to say.
I'm coming for you,
Madame Noodle Poodle
That coffee did weird things to my body. I'm all shaky now, and slightly naeseous, seeing double, I can't see the color blue or things that are glittery, and I'm pretty sure I'm growing a third arm from my knee. I'm never drinking coffee again. NEVER! On the plus side, my hair smells like the ocean breeze. If you're wondering what ocean breeze smells like, it smells like my hair.
I decided to stop drinking the coffee, but keep it sitting on my desk because despite my feelings of disgust toward the drink, I do love the smell of it. Plus, I feel like a true businesswoman with a cup of coffee on my desk.
Every time I get a papercut I mutter a statement of fake hate for Austin J. Hilmer. I don't actually know if his middle name starts with J, it just seemed to fit. I wouldn't be surprised if his middle is James though. Or Jamar. Jaundice? Probably not. But you never know.
I'm listening to the new A Fine Frenzy CD. It's not that new. It came out a few months ago, but it's their most recent CD and it's new to me. It's good, but I like their first CD better. No Ashes and Wine calibur songs on this album.
I'm so used to keeping my phone in my pocket and feeling it vibrate that now when it's not in my pocket, my hip literally vibrates making me think someone just texted me. Extreme phantom vibrations.
I got a Joni Mitchell CD from the library because it seems like a lot of female artists list her as an inspiration. She's good, but I don't like her music that well. It seems like in every song she's playing a game called "See how many words I can fit into two measures of music." Strange to listen to. But I guess she's original and talented, so I can maybe see why she's a role model for so many female artists.
I think if I had quadruplets I'd tell people I had two sets of twins, just to be different.
I read on article on Yahoo! this morning about people who have made money off their blogs. When will that happen to us? If anyone out there reading this would like to pay us to blog more we would gladly accept such an offer. As long as it came with corn muffins from Famous Dave's. #stringsattached
The word mustache just came into my head. I don't know why. Maybe I am secretly attracted to them, or sub-conciously wish I had one. I hope the latter is the true one. I think I could totally rock a mustache.
Last night at small group, our name game was to say your name and what you would spend $1 million dollars on if you won it. And you couldn't give it away to a good cause. You could only say what you'd do with it for youself. I said I would buy my best friend Becca all the dresses she wants from Modcloth. And I'd take her to Hardee's. Actually I said I'd buy $1 million worth of crackers. But what I REALLY said was that I'd buy a black Steinway grand piano (my dream purchase) and other musical equipment and spend the rest traveling. First place I'd go to: Muncie, Indiana. #partycityusa
I think I'm going to have to dump out my coffee. The smell is bringing back bad memories of drinking it.
Now that I'm looking at it, this is shaping up to be an extremely long post. Oh well, it should keep you entertained for at least 5 minutes.
I can't wait until I've saved up enough money to buy Kate Voegele's new CD. I know you don't like her but I LOVE her and am excited to hear her new music. She's my Joni Mitchell. Her Joni Mitchell is Joni Mitchell. That's actually why I got the Joni Mitchell CD.
If looks could kill you'd be a murderer (copyright 2011 Rachel Fuhrman). I just made up that pick up line. I'm awesome. I can totally see Daniel Wentzel using that line. Danny, I'll let you use it but I'm going to charge you a usage fee of $.10 every time you use it. It's copyrighted, because I said it is. Seriously, it is. Look at the law.
So we're starting a new flexible working hours schedule next week in the operations department at work. Basically all it means is that on Tuesday and Wednesday I can work from 8-5 instead of 8:30-5:30. I like it. I will enjoy getting off earlier those days. It will give me more time to work on my concept album called "Songs about Becca" It's a compliation of songs dedicated to all the many appealing qualities you possess, like your sense of humor, jet black hair, shifting ethnicity, and your irrational love of coffee and irrational need to get me to love coffee (that one's gonna be my first number one hit).
You+Me+Being The Tonight Show Hosts=ENTERTAINMENT!
I should paint my nails more. And I should paint them bright neon colors, because it's cool.
I'm going to go karaoking this weekend with Mama G and other family while we're up at the family reunion. Believe it or not, this will be the first time I've gone out to karaoke. I'm excited. I think I'll sing "Alone" by Heart. Or a veggie tales song, which will be hard since I don't know any Veggie Tales songs. #notallowedtojudgeme
I'm obsessed with Parks and Recreation now. Wait, let me resend that statement and replace it with this one: I am obsessed with watching the Ben/Leslie relationship unfold on Parks and Recretation. The show itself is only 'ight.
My goal is to make this the longest post EVER!
The character of Chris on Parks and Rec reminds me of me. He says literally a lot, like me. He literally says literally in every sentence. Literally...literally.
There's secretly a tiny part of me that wishes my future husband and mine love story begins by us being in love with each other but we're not allowed to be together because of some rule or someone else's jealousy so we had to keep our relationship hidden. Television just makes it sound so romantic. I'm sure it sucks in real life and never works, but a girl can dream right?
This weekend is Memorial Weekend. Did you know Memorial Day is my favorite holiday? You probably didn't since it's not. We both know April Fools' Day is my favorite holiday. Yes, it's a holiday.
Megan and I spent half an hour at work today watching geese outside our office window and making up conversations for them. #typicalfriday.
Here is my schedule for tonight, since I know you're interested:
5:37 - Arrive at my apartment
5:41 - Eat dinner
6:00 - Open the door for Mama G as she will be stopping by.
6:15 - Shut the door in Alissa's face as she will also be stopping by and it would be funny and shows that I am in the position of authority.
6:29 - Run around the apartment complex yelling "THE SLOVICS ARE COMING, THE SLOVICS ARE COMING!!!!"
6:44 - Have Mama G bail me out of jail after being thrown in jail for causing public alarm.
7:01 - Ride a unicorn
7:03 - Ride a UNICON
7:30 - Personal Training session
8:01 - Early death caused by extreme personal training session
8:22 - Come back to life as an evil zombie with red eyes that shoot fire.
8:23 - Start making my way towards Indianapolis.
Okay that's LITERALLY all I have left to say.
I'm coming for you,
Madame Noodle Poodle
Rachelle,
We had to re-stock our brochures at locations across the city, so I helped stuff envelopes with them yesterday. The amount of paper cuts I have blows my mind #whateveraustin
Speaking of Austin, he’s in California. So that’s cool.
So I was on the Amy Day 2011 event page, and I noticed something. Eric is the only male coming. Now, he’s Eric, so he’s probably fine with that. But I’m Becca, and my empathy extends to even nonexistent awkwardness. So I hope more men come. Otherwise, I’m going to feel extremely uncomfortable.
Your powerlessness against coffee is pathetic. You are stronger than your dislike of the taste, Rachel. And if you tried enough, pretty soon you would be as powerless as me. IN A DELICIOUS AND WONDERFUL WAY.
Mama Lang and The Nana (AND GINGER!!!!!!!!!!) came on Tuesday. They cleaned my entire apartment and bought us groceries and made delicious chicken & dumplings and bought me a steak dinner. That’s how you woo a girl, Rachel. Anyway… oh hey you just texted me about Famous Dave’s. The steak house they took me to is right by Famous Dave’s. #fastestserviceever Anyway x2, I felt bad because of the horrendous storms they had to suffer through during their visit. Not very fun. Mama and I took Ginger and went to hide in our neighbors’ house since they’re storm whisperers and they have a basement. The Nana refused to come. She just hid in our closet, which is truly no protection at all. What a stubborn woman. Ginger was TERRIFIED though. Shook like a leaf the entire time, and then when she thought that my mother was leaving, she tried to scratch my face off in an attempt to follow her. They have an unhealthy bond. BUT as mentioned, and as confirmed by my father who watched radar all day, the storms got to Zionsville and then miraculously parted around us. JUST LIKE THE RED SEA RACHEL. God is mighty awesome. Mighty awesome!!!! And extra cool because while we were fine, Findlay (where they would have been obv) had a tornado. Coincidence? I think not.
They also bought me a chicken biscuit from Chik-fil-A. I changed my mind. THAT is how you woo a girl.
This Nicaraguan coffee is extraordinary.
I can’t wait for today to be over. Then I have a long weekend! Yesssss! Ra ra sis boom bah. That’s a cheerleader thing, right?
I celebrated a goat’s birthday yesterday. Ahh the treasures you experience working at a barn.
Boots n cats,
Becca
We had to re-stock our brochures at locations across the city, so I helped stuff envelopes with them yesterday. The amount of paper cuts I have blows my mind #whateveraustin
Speaking of Austin, he’s in California. So that’s cool.
So I was on the Amy Day 2011 event page, and I noticed something. Eric is the only male coming. Now, he’s Eric, so he’s probably fine with that. But I’m Becca, and my empathy extends to even nonexistent awkwardness. So I hope more men come. Otherwise, I’m going to feel extremely uncomfortable.
Your powerlessness against coffee is pathetic. You are stronger than your dislike of the taste, Rachel. And if you tried enough, pretty soon you would be as powerless as me. IN A DELICIOUS AND WONDERFUL WAY.
Mama Lang and The Nana (AND GINGER!!!!!!!!!!) came on Tuesday. They cleaned my entire apartment and bought us groceries and made delicious chicken & dumplings and bought me a steak dinner. That’s how you woo a girl, Rachel. Anyway… oh hey you just texted me about Famous Dave’s. The steak house they took me to is right by Famous Dave’s. #fastestserviceever Anyway x2, I felt bad because of the horrendous storms they had to suffer through during their visit. Not very fun. Mama and I took Ginger and went to hide in our neighbors’ house since they’re storm whisperers and they have a basement. The Nana refused to come. She just hid in our closet, which is truly no protection at all. What a stubborn woman. Ginger was TERRIFIED though. Shook like a leaf the entire time, and then when she thought that my mother was leaving, she tried to scratch my face off in an attempt to follow her. They have an unhealthy bond. BUT as mentioned, and as confirmed by my father who watched radar all day, the storms got to Zionsville and then miraculously parted around us. JUST LIKE THE RED SEA RACHEL. God is mighty awesome. Mighty awesome!!!! And extra cool because while we were fine, Findlay (where they would have been obv) had a tornado. Coincidence? I think not.
They also bought me a chicken biscuit from Chik-fil-A. I changed my mind. THAT is how you woo a girl.
This Nicaraguan coffee is extraordinary.
I can’t wait for today to be over. Then I have a long weekend! Yesssss! Ra ra sis boom bah. That’s a cheerleader thing, right?
I celebrated a goat’s birthday yesterday. Ahh the treasures you experience working at a barn.
Boots n cats,
Becca
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Becca of Zionsville,
I just baked some corn bread. I ate some batter. Then ate two big pieces when it was done baking. Lots of calories. But totally worth it. IT'S DELICIOUS! I'm glad I decided to make it.
I'm watching Psych again. I think I need to get help.
Went to small group tonight. It was good. Ran into a heard of land seahorses on the way there. They were playing rugby. I stopped and watched for 5 minutes. It was interested. I rooted for the red team, or as they call themselves, the Sea Devils.
Shoot, it's almost 10:30. I need to go to bed so I can wake up and jog tomorrow morning.
This was a really short blog.
Sorry
Move to Columbus.
Rachel of Reynoldsburg.
I just baked some corn bread. I ate some batter. Then ate two big pieces when it was done baking. Lots of calories. But totally worth it. IT'S DELICIOUS! I'm glad I decided to make it.
I'm watching Psych again. I think I need to get help.
Went to small group tonight. It was good. Ran into a heard of land seahorses on the way there. They were playing rugby. I stopped and watched for 5 minutes. It was interested. I rooted for the red team, or as they call themselves, the Sea Devils.
Shoot, it's almost 10:30. I need to go to bed so I can wake up and jog tomorrow morning.
This was a really short blog.
Sorry
Move to Columbus.
Rachel of Reynoldsburg.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Becca,
I hope this post is finding you alive after the storms you dealt with last night. I'm guessing you won't be done for being my business parttner in my tornado chasing business.
I can't make a long post. I had kickboxing class tonight and it's already after 10 and I still need to take a shower soooooo yeh.
I can literally smell myself. I must really stink. The fact that it's super hot and humid in my apartment probably doesn't help either. I refuse to turn my air on unless it's at least 95 degrees in here. I need to save money for my dancing monkey website I'm going to create. They're going to dance to Ke$ha songs.
I'm getting some guns. And by guns I mean muscle in my arms. Nice.
I have my computer hooked up to my TV so I can see my desktop on my 32 inch TV. It makes blogging to you 3.587 times for exciting. I'm going to use my computer like this all the time.
I kinda want to watch The Princess Bride now. #bestmovieever
I'm watching Psych right now. But then again I'm always watching Psych. I honestly don't think I'll ever get tired of it. I just wish I could figure out how to watch season 5. Netflix only has seasons 1 through 4 on watch instantly. I'm on my third time around.
Okay, it's time to shower. My wonderful, comfortable bed is calling my name.
I'll try and post again later this week.
Adios
Luna
I hope this post is finding you alive after the storms you dealt with last night. I'm guessing you won't be done for being my business parttner in my tornado chasing business.
I can't make a long post. I had kickboxing class tonight and it's already after 10 and I still need to take a shower soooooo yeh.
I can literally smell myself. I must really stink. The fact that it's super hot and humid in my apartment probably doesn't help either. I refuse to turn my air on unless it's at least 95 degrees in here. I need to save money for my dancing monkey website I'm going to create. They're going to dance to Ke$ha songs.
I'm getting some guns. And by guns I mean muscle in my arms. Nice.
I have my computer hooked up to my TV so I can see my desktop on my 32 inch TV. It makes blogging to you 3.587 times for exciting. I'm going to use my computer like this all the time.
I kinda want to watch The Princess Bride now. #bestmovieever
I'm watching Psych right now. But then again I'm always watching Psych. I honestly don't think I'll ever get tired of it. I just wish I could figure out how to watch season 5. Netflix only has seasons 1 through 4 on watch instantly. I'm on my third time around.
Okay, it's time to shower. My wonderful, comfortable bed is calling my name.
I'll try and post again later this week.
Adios
Luna
Well Rachel. Speaking of blogging, I actually do feel like doing it.
I hate mosquitoes. You know this. I think they are Satan’s henchmen, and they lurk with their barely visible bodies, taunting you with their hovering capabilities, attacking when you least expect it, so light that you can’t even feel them, and they SUCK YOUR BLOOD STRAIGHT OUT OF YOUR BODY. And then, they’re gone before you see them. But they make you know they were there. Ohooo do they make sure. Like a serial killer leaves behind his signature to take credit for the kill (i.e., yin yang killer), they leave their mark. The infamous and dreaded mosquito bite. You have this ugly red blotch on your body for days that itches so much you want to die, and every time you look at yourself, you remember the silent attack that you couldn’t even see, let alone fend off. Then to top it all off, you get malaria. How does one minute creature cause so much upheaval?!?! Anyway, I got work today and had eight mosquito bites on my legs and feet. Feet, Rachel. Do you know the physical and psychological pain this causes me? WHERE WERE THEY? All I can do is sit here and think about where my enemies were hiding before they ravaged my body with their evil suckers. WHERE ARE THE MOSQUITOES?!?!? Are they in my apartment? My bed? My shower? Can I go home in safety this evening or do I have to be in full-on combat mode? I NEED TO KNOWWWWW.
Look at all those caps. I read an article today in the Times about how using all caps and excess periods in blogging is a distinctly white thing to do. You know, like I LOVE JUSTIN BIEBER or i.love.justin.bieber. Hashtags are more black, according to this one supposedly expert dude. They have even transitioned into rap music. Which is actually quite fascinating.
My workie got feathers put in her hair at the salon. You know how that’s in. Fake feathers that they somehow weave into your hair that last a few weeks and look delightfully boho chic. Then she told me about her friends that put real feathers in their hair. “Real feathers?” I ask, “Like from a real bird?” “Well,” she says, “do you remember that road kill story?” RACHEL. These people took feathers off a piece of road kill and put them in their hair!!!!! I think they might have eaten the road kill too… apparently they’re real hippie types who live off the land. I saw an episode of Dirty Jobs once about the guy whose job it is to collect road kill off the roads. He then takes it to some hicksville (hi Danny) roadside joint where they make it into stew. Whatevs, if the meat is fresh…
Speaking of Danny, he texted me. He got a job. What a delight. I wished unemployment on him, but apparently it didn’t work. I just wanted him to come to Amy Day 2011…. are you coming. ARE YOU COMING?????
I am over halfway done with season 2 of Buffy. I had myself quite a little marathon this weekend. Angel’s character is so deep and provocative… DB, you are such a star. A star! DB is, of course, David Boreanaz.
I’ve discovered when I listen to latin music in the car, I try to salsa while I drive. It might be dangerous.
Be praying for Joplin, MO. What a tragedy. Makes me think of Sodom and Gomorrah. I wonder what was going on there that made God wipe it out… that, of course, is just a train of thought.
I will have an Asian baby.
Bye!
Becca
P.S. Changed the look of the blog. Hope you don't mind.
I hate mosquitoes. You know this. I think they are Satan’s henchmen, and they lurk with their barely visible bodies, taunting you with their hovering capabilities, attacking when you least expect it, so light that you can’t even feel them, and they SUCK YOUR BLOOD STRAIGHT OUT OF YOUR BODY. And then, they’re gone before you see them. But they make you know they were there. Ohooo do they make sure. Like a serial killer leaves behind his signature to take credit for the kill (i.e., yin yang killer), they leave their mark. The infamous and dreaded mosquito bite. You have this ugly red blotch on your body for days that itches so much you want to die, and every time you look at yourself, you remember the silent attack that you couldn’t even see, let alone fend off. Then to top it all off, you get malaria. How does one minute creature cause so much upheaval?!?! Anyway, I got work today and had eight mosquito bites on my legs and feet. Feet, Rachel. Do you know the physical and psychological pain this causes me? WHERE WERE THEY? All I can do is sit here and think about where my enemies were hiding before they ravaged my body with their evil suckers. WHERE ARE THE MOSQUITOES?!?!? Are they in my apartment? My bed? My shower? Can I go home in safety this evening or do I have to be in full-on combat mode? I NEED TO KNOWWWWW.
Look at all those caps. I read an article today in the Times about how using all caps and excess periods in blogging is a distinctly white thing to do. You know, like I LOVE JUSTIN BIEBER or i.love.justin.bieber. Hashtags are more black, according to this one supposedly expert dude. They have even transitioned into rap music. Which is actually quite fascinating.
My workie got feathers put in her hair at the salon. You know how that’s in. Fake feathers that they somehow weave into your hair that last a few weeks and look delightfully boho chic. Then she told me about her friends that put real feathers in their hair. “Real feathers?” I ask, “Like from a real bird?” “Well,” she says, “do you remember that road kill story?” RACHEL. These people took feathers off a piece of road kill and put them in their hair!!!!! I think they might have eaten the road kill too… apparently they’re real hippie types who live off the land. I saw an episode of Dirty Jobs once about the guy whose job it is to collect road kill off the roads. He then takes it to some hicksville (hi Danny) roadside joint where they make it into stew. Whatevs, if the meat is fresh…
Speaking of Danny, he texted me. He got a job. What a delight. I wished unemployment on him, but apparently it didn’t work. I just wanted him to come to Amy Day 2011…. are you coming. ARE YOU COMING?????
I am over halfway done with season 2 of Buffy. I had myself quite a little marathon this weekend. Angel’s character is so deep and provocative… DB, you are such a star. A star! DB is, of course, David Boreanaz.
I’ve discovered when I listen to latin music in the car, I try to salsa while I drive. It might be dangerous.
Be praying for Joplin, MO. What a tragedy. Makes me think of Sodom and Gomorrah. I wonder what was going on there that made God wipe it out… that, of course, is just a train of thought.
I will have an Asian baby.
Bye!
Becca
P.S. Changed the look of the blog. Hope you don't mind.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Dear Rachel,
I'm not feeling particularly humorous or creative today. I'm in more of a cold sarcastic kind of mood. So please forgive whatever you may find boring or offensive in what is to follow these introductory words.
I will take you up on your offer to get a blog tattoo. I also request approval privileges for the final design. And I request that you pay for my bird tattoo.
Jie just got on Skype. I'm going to talk to her. Because 1) I love her, and 2) She's in China. It's cool to talk to someone across the world.
I am very cold. This weather is upsetting me. Perhaps it has influenced my mood. Curse it. I wonder if hell is figuratively hot because it seems appropriate to me that extremes of temperature in both directions would be present in a situation of eternal suffering.
I would like to go visit Austin again. Perhaps this summer. Want to go?
It took me three visits to the Verizon store, but I finally got a new phone. Well, it's the same phone, just another one of them. The second visit to the store, I had to wait a long time (while my guacamole went bad in the car sad face), and I amused myself by playing Angry Birds on a tablet. I now want a tablet. Or a kindle or an iphone. I want something that would allow me to whip my bible out, anytime, anywhere. It would be a powerful Jesus juking tool.
I'm so cold.
I wish there was a job that allowed me to be a professional Wikipedier. Wikipedia reader. Wikier. Wikipedestrian. I could read Wiki pages all the live long day. Today it was Albuquerque, NM; Alburquerque, Spain; and Route 66. I learn so much. I also recently read up on the three major cities of the Netherlands. Would you like to know about them? Rotterdam is where money is earned, The Hague is where it's divided, and Amsterdam is where it's spent. Or, rather, Rotterdam is for working, The Hague is for living, and Amsterdam is for partying. See? I'm ready for Dutch citizenship.
I wouldn't mind Dutch citizenship.
I made a plan for how my children will become multi-lingual. I've got Spanish down, of course (though it slips away bit by bit each day, taking a piece of my heart with it), so I will teach them that. Then I will learn French, Portuguese, Italian, Mandarin, and Korean. My hubs will learn German, Russian, Arabic, Hindi, Japanese, and Klingon. That way they will be prepared for our increasingly global and possibly intergalactic society.
Cold,
Becca
I'm not feeling particularly humorous or creative today. I'm in more of a cold sarcastic kind of mood. So please forgive whatever you may find boring or offensive in what is to follow these introductory words.
I will take you up on your offer to get a blog tattoo. I also request approval privileges for the final design. And I request that you pay for my bird tattoo.
Jie just got on Skype. I'm going to talk to her. Because 1) I love her, and 2) She's in China. It's cool to talk to someone across the world.
I am very cold. This weather is upsetting me. Perhaps it has influenced my mood. Curse it. I wonder if hell is figuratively hot because it seems appropriate to me that extremes of temperature in both directions would be present in a situation of eternal suffering.
I would like to go visit Austin again. Perhaps this summer. Want to go?
It took me three visits to the Verizon store, but I finally got a new phone. Well, it's the same phone, just another one of them. The second visit to the store, I had to wait a long time (while my guacamole went bad in the car sad face), and I amused myself by playing Angry Birds on a tablet. I now want a tablet. Or a kindle or an iphone. I want something that would allow me to whip my bible out, anytime, anywhere. It would be a powerful Jesus juking tool.
I'm so cold.
I wish there was a job that allowed me to be a professional Wikipedier. Wikipedia reader. Wikier. Wikipedestrian. I could read Wiki pages all the live long day. Today it was Albuquerque, NM; Alburquerque, Spain; and Route 66. I learn so much. I also recently read up on the three major cities of the Netherlands. Would you like to know about them? Rotterdam is where money is earned, The Hague is where it's divided, and Amsterdam is where it's spent. Or, rather, Rotterdam is for working, The Hague is for living, and Amsterdam is for partying. See? I'm ready for Dutch citizenship.
I wouldn't mind Dutch citizenship.
I made a plan for how my children will become multi-lingual. I've got Spanish down, of course (though it slips away bit by bit each day, taking a piece of my heart with it), so I will teach them that. Then I will learn French, Portuguese, Italian, Mandarin, and Korean. My hubs will learn German, Russian, Arabic, Hindi, Japanese, and Klingon. That way they will be prepared for our increasingly global and possibly intergalactic society.
Cold,
Becca
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Becca,
Here’s a super long post to make up for the bagillion I’ve missed the past couple weeks.
Please don’t hate me. Please please PLEASE don’t hate me. I know I have been the most awful friend in the entire history of the world because I haven’t blogged in 20 days. 20 DAYS!!!! That’s almost as long at World War 1. Ridiculous. I actually feel really bad about it. See, the thing is, I have the worst memory in the world. So I get home every night, have a million things to do, and then I forget to blog to you. That will change though. Hopefully. Maybe. Probably. Not.
Is it weird that I like to look at my scars because it makes me feel more intense, like I got them in some battle fighting ancient Chinese ninjas? Speaking of ninjas, I had kickboxing class last night and we did a lot of kicking. I have to admit, I like kicking things. And I honestly don’t mean that in my usual too-violent sense. I actually enjoy kicking the pads (not real people of course). Maybe it’s because I’m good at it. But I actually think it’s because it’s not something I would normally do, a little out of my character. It gives my boring life a little spice. It’s the oregano of my life.
So on my Yahoo! Homepage, one of the things trending now is “Zombie ants.” That’s weird enough in its own right. But at first glance I thought it said Zombie Pants. I’d wear those.
I have made a discovery about myself. Would you like to know what it is? I bet you would. I’ll go ahead and tell you. I am good at injuring myself. I don’t like to injure myself, I just so happen to be good at it. In the past 3 and a half months I’ve had two pulled hamstrings, a pulled quad, an injured knee, and a hurt shoulder. The shoulder is the one that’s bothering me now. I need to figure out what I’m doing to hurt myself and STOP DOING IT! Or else I might literally fall apart.
Look at this nugget of beautifulness from the Beth Moore bible study I’m going through right now: “I think heaven will be heaven because He will be there, but He thinks it will be heaven because you will be there.” This makes me smile and feel all warm and gooey inside. Not sure what I mean by gooey, but I think you catch my drift. Although I’m thinking gooey might be a fairly accurate description of my organs.
Big news in my life: I’M MOVING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That’s right people. I’m moving out of my parents house and into my very own apartment THIS SATURDAY!!! Becca, I’m am seriously no joke SO EXCITED! I can’t contain myself. Literally. My gooey insides are coming out. Okay, that was gross and I instantly regretted typing that, but I’m too lazy to backspace. I can’t wait to have my own place to decorate and what not and just relax in. Although I think I’m living right above some kids, so that will be interesting. AHHHH I CAN”T BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING! I feel so grown up. It’s weird. You know what I’ll like most about it? Only being 5 minutes from work. I can leave at 8:15 and still get there 10 minutes early. Plus I can go home during lunch and take a 45 minute nap in my own bed! We both know how much I love naps. This is gonna be great. AND I heard that gas prices are going to keep falling til June so you know what that means… you might be able to come visit me in June! Score!
I just got an email from an employee asking a bunch of hard, complicated, and time consuming questions. I’m gonna ignore it for now. I am on my lunch break after all. That’s the bad thing about staying at my desk for lunch, I inevitably end up doing some kind of work since people don’t realize I’m not doing work.
My small group went to the ghetto on Wednesday evening instead of having our normal group meeting on Thursday to go around and visit several homeless camps in the downtown Columbus area to visit with people and give them food and stuff. It was kinda fun. I mean, I didn’t have a blast doing it, but it felt like the right thing to do. Serving God’s people for God’s glory. I don’t do enough of that and God’s been convicting me a little about it so I was happy for this opportunity.
Hmmmmm, I think that’s all the major updates in my life. Bobby and I aren’t dating anymore, but we’re still good friends and that’s been going well. Better than I thought actually. Thank you Jesus for showing me You’re all I need to feel better.
Alas, I leave you with a list of ways I will make up my blogging absence to you:
1) Buy you a dozen dozens of roses
2) Buy you a drank
3) Send a singing telegram to you
4) Write a song and perform it on national television. I’m thinking The Colbert Report will be a good venue.
5) Tweet my apologies
6) Figure out how to genetically modify a horse to become a unicorn and then give it to you as a pet.
7) Name a star after you.
8) Name a lily pad in a pond after you
9) Get a tattoo reminding me to blog
10) Make a scrapbook for you with all my “I’m Sorry” faces (182 total)
11) Let you stay at my apartment for free the first time you come visit me.
12) Name my first born after you, provided that you legally change your name to Darcy.
Hopefully that makes up for my lack of blogging. I promise I’ll be better from now on. Gentle reminders in the evening always help. Key word being GENTLE! I don’t respond well to threats. And by don’t respond will I mean they cause me to rip other people’s hair out (because mine is too soft to rip out, and I like how it feels brushing against my arm).
I think God forgot to change His calendar to May. #wherearethemayflowers
Luna
Here’s a super long post to make up for the bagillion I’ve missed the past couple weeks.
Please don’t hate me. Please please PLEASE don’t hate me. I know I have been the most awful friend in the entire history of the world because I haven’t blogged in 20 days. 20 DAYS!!!! That’s almost as long at World War 1. Ridiculous. I actually feel really bad about it. See, the thing is, I have the worst memory in the world. So I get home every night, have a million things to do, and then I forget to blog to you. That will change though. Hopefully. Maybe. Probably. Not.
Is it weird that I like to look at my scars because it makes me feel more intense, like I got them in some battle fighting ancient Chinese ninjas? Speaking of ninjas, I had kickboxing class last night and we did a lot of kicking. I have to admit, I like kicking things. And I honestly don’t mean that in my usual too-violent sense. I actually enjoy kicking the pads (not real people of course). Maybe it’s because I’m good at it. But I actually think it’s because it’s not something I would normally do, a little out of my character. It gives my boring life a little spice. It’s the oregano of my life.
So on my Yahoo! Homepage, one of the things trending now is “Zombie ants.” That’s weird enough in its own right. But at first glance I thought it said Zombie Pants. I’d wear those.
I have made a discovery about myself. Would you like to know what it is? I bet you would. I’ll go ahead and tell you. I am good at injuring myself. I don’t like to injure myself, I just so happen to be good at it. In the past 3 and a half months I’ve had two pulled hamstrings, a pulled quad, an injured knee, and a hurt shoulder. The shoulder is the one that’s bothering me now. I need to figure out what I’m doing to hurt myself and STOP DOING IT! Or else I might literally fall apart.
Look at this nugget of beautifulness from the Beth Moore bible study I’m going through right now: “I think heaven will be heaven because He will be there, but He thinks it will be heaven because you will be there.” This makes me smile and feel all warm and gooey inside. Not sure what I mean by gooey, but I think you catch my drift. Although I’m thinking gooey might be a fairly accurate description of my organs.
Big news in my life: I’M MOVING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That’s right people. I’m moving out of my parents house and into my very own apartment THIS SATURDAY!!! Becca, I’m am seriously no joke SO EXCITED! I can’t contain myself. Literally. My gooey insides are coming out. Okay, that was gross and I instantly regretted typing that, but I’m too lazy to backspace. I can’t wait to have my own place to decorate and what not and just relax in. Although I think I’m living right above some kids, so that will be interesting. AHHHH I CAN”T BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING! I feel so grown up. It’s weird. You know what I’ll like most about it? Only being 5 minutes from work. I can leave at 8:15 and still get there 10 minutes early. Plus I can go home during lunch and take a 45 minute nap in my own bed! We both know how much I love naps. This is gonna be great. AND I heard that gas prices are going to keep falling til June so you know what that means… you might be able to come visit me in June! Score!
I just got an email from an employee asking a bunch of hard, complicated, and time consuming questions. I’m gonna ignore it for now. I am on my lunch break after all. That’s the bad thing about staying at my desk for lunch, I inevitably end up doing some kind of work since people don’t realize I’m not doing work.
My small group went to the ghetto on Wednesday evening instead of having our normal group meeting on Thursday to go around and visit several homeless camps in the downtown Columbus area to visit with people and give them food and stuff. It was kinda fun. I mean, I didn’t have a blast doing it, but it felt like the right thing to do. Serving God’s people for God’s glory. I don’t do enough of that and God’s been convicting me a little about it so I was happy for this opportunity.
Hmmmmm, I think that’s all the major updates in my life. Bobby and I aren’t dating anymore, but we’re still good friends and that’s been going well. Better than I thought actually. Thank you Jesus for showing me You’re all I need to feel better.
Alas, I leave you with a list of ways I will make up my blogging absence to you:
1) Buy you a dozen dozens of roses
2) Buy you a drank
3) Send a singing telegram to you
4) Write a song and perform it on national television. I’m thinking The Colbert Report will be a good venue.
5) Tweet my apologies
6) Figure out how to genetically modify a horse to become a unicorn and then give it to you as a pet.
7) Name a star after you.
8) Name a lily pad in a pond after you
9) Get a tattoo reminding me to blog
10) Make a scrapbook for you with all my “I’m Sorry” faces (182 total)
11) Let you stay at my apartment for free the first time you come visit me.
12) Name my first born after you, provided that you legally change your name to Darcy.
Hopefully that makes up for my lack of blogging. I promise I’ll be better from now on. Gentle reminders in the evening always help. Key word being GENTLE! I don’t respond well to threats. And by don’t respond will I mean they cause me to rip other people’s hair out (because mine is too soft to rip out, and I like how it feels brushing against my arm).
I think God forgot to change His calendar to May. #wherearethemayflowers
Luna
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
I will never stop loving Jimmy Fallon.
http://www.latenightwithjimmyfallon.com/video/neil-young-and-bruce-springsteen-whip-my-hair-111610/1260532/
http://www.latenightwithjimmyfallon.com/video/silent-library-part-1-32411/1315995/
http://www.latenightwithjimmyfallon.com/video/silent-library-part-2-32411/1315969/
http://www.latenightwithjimmyfallon.com/video/name-that-guy-part-1-33111/1317223/?__cid=thefilter
http://www.latenightwithjimmyfallon.com/video/neil-young-and-bruce-springsteen-whip-my-hair-111610/1260532/
http://www.latenightwithjimmyfallon.com/video/silent-library-part-1-32411/1315995/
http://www.latenightwithjimmyfallon.com/video/silent-library-part-2-32411/1315969/
http://www.latenightwithjimmyfallon.com/video/name-that-guy-part-1-33111/1317223/?__cid=thefilter
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