Today, I had an absolutely wonderful day. Wow. Those of you who have been close to me in the last two months know how amazing that is!

First of all, at work we haven't had any books to list, so I basically worked Monday this week, and then no other days. Now, running out of books is bad for the company so I hope we have a lot next week, but it's nice to have a long break. And I get paid during this time. Woohoo!

So today was sunny. I finished up some computer projects - I organized all my music, which has been an ongoing process for the last few months. I took some stuff off my computer that was taking up space and slowing things down. I finished one book and started another.

Then I went to my cousin's new house for lunch with some aunts and cousins. I lounged around and dozed on the couch with my cousin for most of the afternoon and looked out the sunny window.

Then I went home, went on a walk and called my mom and had a very pleasant chat with her, which was ended with her saying "Oh, your dad just got home. Oh! He has flowers! Yellow roses! A dozen! Um...I'm going to go give him a kiss! Okay bye!" She loves yellow. Anyway, that was a really happy way for a conversation to end.

After that, I called my good friends in Portland, my "other family", and on a whim I asked if I could live there next school year. They said "yes" without hesitation. So I have a place to live! Oh my goodness! I can't believe I asked them, and I can't believe they said yes, and I can't believe I have a place to stay! And I don't have to worry about it! Really, that was the number one hassle I didn't want to deal with - finding a place to stay. And now it's taken care of!

And now the sweet icing on the cake: There's this stray cat that's hung around my aunt's house for the last year. My aunt's cat hates him, so we've always shoo'd him away to discourage him. He was hanging around the house as I returned from my walk, just looking at me and meowing. I tried to ignore him and walk back to the house, but he kept walking right in front of me, but when I bent down to pet him, he shied away. So I just stood there, and he started rubbing against my legs, and after a few minutes he let me pet him. He has this HUGE clump of matted fur on one side of his neck, and his paw is hurt, and he's just really matted and dirty, but he's soooo lovable! After petting him for a while, I finally went inside and told my aunt, and she was shocked - she said he'd never let her pet him before!

She came outside to see. I sat down on the driveway, and this cat climbed right into my lap and curled up! He kept nudging my hand to pet him, and purring.

We gave him some cat food and he ate a bowl full. He was so hungry!

I looove kitties, but Lucy (my aunt's cat) isn't very cuddly. Oh, Lucy hates this cat, by the way. She watched from the window while we loved on this cat, and her eyes just spewed fire. I came inside and she wouldn't even look at me, and when I tried to pet her she gave this long, mournful sound. It's kind of funny, actually. But Lucy was once a stray too, they found her on the street.

This cat survived the whole winter homeless! And maybe longer!

His name is Gil. I'm actually not sure if it's a boy; I can't tell with cats. If he keeps coming around, I might take him to the vet and get some shots and treat him for any fleas he might have. My aunt said I might bring him inside sometimes if I take him to the vet first, so I'm going to wait and see if he keeps coming around before I invest my money.

Anyway, it was a wonderful day, which was Friday, and I'm posting this now (Saturday) because I had some difficulties with blogger.

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Most likely, I should be in bed sleeping right now. But I'm not! Why? I guess I'm being irresponsible. Which you wouldn't think i would be about sleeping, because this morning I did NOT want to get up. So I slept in and didn't take a shower.

Anyway. I left work early today to go meet Jeremy so we could apply for our marriage license. That was eeaasy. Then on our way home, we ran out of gas.

okay. I have neeeeveeer run out of gas before in my car. Ever. Before I moved over here, I was always very good about putting gas in my car. But, now I have to drive a lot farther to get to gas. So I don't do it as much, and I just put a few bucks in here and there at the closer more expensive stations, until I can get to a cheaper station to fil up my car.

So here's another thing. My gas indicater fluctuates a lot. I count the miles and it's different from quarter tank to quarter tank. I don't think that's really supposed to happen. So, I didn't believe that it was really empty. I thought I had farther. I think I kind of forgot to take into account that I had driven to work and back, but I figured I had plenty of gas to get to the courthouse and back to a gas station. I almost did.

I ran out of gas, so we took the exit we were by, knowing that there was a gas station - we just couldn't remember how far. Luckily, it was mostly downhill. We coasted and coasted and finally I was completely out of gas and...there was a stop sign. I stopped and pulled over to the side of the road. We're trying to decide where we are and what we should do when we look the right and Jeremy goes, "hey, that's the house we bought the car from." THe mechanic we bought it from was out in his yard too. grinning we asked him if we could borrow a gas tank so we coul dwalk to the gas station right around the corner. He let us have some gas so we could get to the corner, and we laughed on the way home.

We also went to try out mattresses. I can't believe how expensive they are. Some of them are more than I paid for my car. Crazy.

I'm going to bed now. I need to be good and healthy 'cuz I'm getting married 12 days. Yikes!

-becca

there's a song in my soul...

Here I am, posting again.

I have a job interview! At My-Gym. All I have to say is that it looks like fun! AND it looks a lot more fulfilling than selling ice cream to people. The program isn't really THAT expensive (I mean, if you have the money) and they offer a non-profit fitness program for disabled and abused kids. The program just sounds like...it's not out to get people's money, it's there to help them...for a living. Guess I'm sold. We'll see if I like it when I go in for the interview though.

What else can I talk about. My wedding is getting ever-closer with every passing day. I still can't believe it. I still don't know how I'm going to get everything done in time - and yet, I don't really feel that stressed about it. Somehow, I know it'll all work out, and if something doesn't - it's okay. The major stuff will be taken care of, and the little stuff doesn't matter that much. Why would I want everything planned out to the very last detail? The memories will come from stuff just happening. ha.

I have a bunch of people I need to call today. I hope I get off work a little early.

-becca

when you say you love me, the world goes still so still inside...

UPDATE: 2 weeks and 5 days until I'm married.

In other good news, our apartment is opening up early! This means that I get to move in and we can get everything ready before the wedding - and have a place to stay when we get back from our honeymoon. I'm excited. This ALSO means that I get to tan for free before the wedding! hahaaa. I stil have tan lines from summer, and it will look ridiculous against my white dress if I don't do something about it.

Um, what else.

I have a week and 3 days left at my current place of employment. I still don't have another job, but I'm working on it. I applied at two different childcare positions yesterday - one is actually a childrens fitness instructor. haha. It sounds like fun, I kind of hope I get that job. But maybe I don't have enough experience...except they said that none was necessary...hmmmm.

I also got a neeew car. It's cute. I think I've named it Derby. It's kind of an odd shade of blue too. But I LIKE it. And we sold my old car yesterday, so I don't have to worry about that anymore.

Maybe this wasn't that interesting, but I'm happy today.

BYE!
becca

And all I need now is for this moon to keep light in its desolate skyline for good...

hey, it's me...becca. The only one who posts on here anymore (ahem, HINT to amber...!)

So I preeeetty much cannot believe AT ALL that I'm getting married in 3 weeks and 3 days. That is so insane! I kind of feel like we're just playing "getting married". I'm not really engaged. I'm not really having a wedding. I can't possibly pull it off! HAHA. And yet, I'm not really that stressed or worried about anything now. I had a week where I was pulling hair and grinding teeth, but I'm all good now.

I'm really bored right now. Terribly bored. This is really bad of me. I shouldn't be on the computer when I'm bored. I shouldn't have time to be bored! Oh well.

I played guitar last night for the first time in a while. I think I'm going to do it again on my day off. And maybe piano too. I can't wait until we get our apartment and put my piano in it! And it's tuned! I think I don't play as much because it's more effort than I'm used to. I have to go up to the sanctuary of the church, where it's cold, and uncover the piano, and bring all my books with me, and then my fingers get really cold, and then I have to cover the piano back up and so on. So when I can just sit down and play in the comfort of my own home, I'll be happy.

This is a boring boring post. It's starting to SNOW outside! Or hail or something. Really hard, whoa. Oh it stopped.

Tell me something interesting.

-becca

the days go by...

wow this thing is...dead.

But, I actually have something amber and becca related to post about!

WE hung out on Saturday! For the first time in a while. Okay, so maybe the day wasn't so much hanging out as much as running around trying to get her dress altered, but still!

I'm going to go ahead and recount the entire day to you.

I woke up at 8:30am and leisurely took a shower and got ready to leave. I realized I needed to do a few things. a.) go to the bank, b.) put gas in my car, c.) run to the store
So I called amber at 11 and told her I'd be in Renton around 12:30.

She laughed because I was originally going to call her around 10 or 10:30, I think. I don't remember what I said, I thought it was more of a "when I leave", and I decided not to call untill I left the store, since I wouldn't really be on the road until then anyway. Oh well. Apparently I'm always late to see her, but I don't think that's true. I just off-handedly say when I THINK I might be showing up, and then it's usually a little later, because I'm not planning on getting there at the time I originally sort of thought of. But she thinks assumes thats when I'm going to come, which I guess I can't blame her for. :P "A wizard is never late, frodo baggins, he always arrives precisely when he intends to."

Okay, so then we met at my parents house and drove up to get some chow mein. We usually park in this one section of the parking lot, but it was full, so we went and parked somewhere else. Just as we pulled in, my dad (quite randomly) pulled in a few spaces down from us. We got out and stood next to his car and stared at him until he realized we were there. I think he was listening to the radio or getting his checkbook out or something. That was kind of funny, then he walked in with us, but went to the bank.

Amber and I, however, had our fill of chow mein. I think it was the greasiest, saltiest thing I've consumed in a while. It was pretty good, but I felt a little sick after I ate it.

SO, we went and got her dress, then we went to her Oma's house, and decided it was goign to be very difficult to taylor ourselves. Her Oma gave us 50 bucks to go get it altered at Davids bridal (woo!).

We went to buy shoes, then went to southcenter to Davids bridal (that is, after an hour interlude at my parents house to waste time before our appointment.)
We went and got the dress altered, and it was pretty amazing, because 1.) the dress looked GREAT when it was all pinned up, and 2.) we somehow managed to talk the seamstress down to half the price, so we only had to pay like 12 dollars out of our own pockets.

Then I had to go home. I was a little disappointed, because I wanted to spend more time just hanging out, but I had to finish up invitations and clean the church a little bit.


In other news...

the wedding is like...6 weeks and 5 days away! That is so insane to me (haha I am so excited)! And what's left to do? Pretty much just pick a cake, get tuxes, pick out decorations and flowers, aaaand...plan the menu.
And ask people to help me. haha. I really need to do that, cause I'm gonna die if I don't.

We also got an apartment yesterday - yay! but it might not be available until the 31st of March. We're hoping something comes up earlier than that, but I guess we'll just extend our honeymoon if not...or something. But at least we will for sure have a place to live that we can afford.

I'm still looking for a new job too. Mora is not going to work out for much longer. I mean, nothing to do with the job itself - I love my job (okay, I complain about it being boring, but really, most of the time, I enjoy it, I'm just kind of tired of selling ice cream to people. I want to do something to help people. Sometimes I wonder if I should've studied to become a nurse.) and my employers are awesome people to work for, and I like my co-workers too, but it's just too far away.

Life is really good. It's changed a lot over the past year, and it's going to change a lot more, but I'm looking forward to it, and am excited about everything.

You know what the biggest thing I miss is though? I miss all my girls. I miss amber and debbi and I miss quiz practice a lot! I miss coaching my girls, and I miss doing CEF clubs with everyone too. And I miss hanging out with Kaitie and sharing a room with her. And Matt. And even Josh and Mason. haha. Of course I miss you guys!

Somehow I am amazingly blessed though. All these things have just fallen into place, and I haven't had to worry about a thing, really. That doesn't mean I haven't worried about them, but I really didn't need to. So I'm trying not to worry about anything else.

BYE!
becca

hmm. I'm at work, and wow...it is so slow.

Amber, I switched it to Beta, I think it gave us a new sign-in name because I made a google account, and I had to use my email address. But maybe you can make a google account for yourself and sign in too, I don't know.

I'm sick today, I think. Because my nose is really runny, and I keep sneezing. And I kind of have a sore throat. But that's...okay.

I don't know what to talk about. School started last wednesday. It's not too bad. I mean, the classes seem pretty interesting. I think I'm going to try and get ahead of the workload, since it's pretty easy to predict.

I really have nothing to write about.

this was pointless.

-becca

okay I'll post!

Although, I don't think that silly 80% success rate post should really count.

Last night, I watched Saw. Okay, that's not entirely true - I shut my eyes during most of it. It wasn't really scary, just very gory, and I guess I really can't stand to watch that stuff. Lord of the rings is about as far as I can go. Anyway, I couldn't sleep last night because of it. Isn't that silly? But my room was so dark and I was so tired and so alone. ha. Jeremy makes fun of me, but at the same time he's been good at making me feel better about it. At least I know that stuff never lasts more than one night with me.

hmm.

I had a nice new years. I jumped in the ocean. It was freezing cold. My entire body went into shock. It was fun. ha. Then we stayed up late playing games. We went to Port Townsend yesterday and went up to the bunkers, which I had never been in. Those scared me too, but I think Jeremy just kind of got annoyed with me that time, because I didn't want to walk down the pitch back tunnels. gah, I'm so silly.

I went to the dentist this morning for the first time in like...2 years. I guess I have beautiful teeth, but I still need about 1500 dollars worth of work done on them. Why? I have two very small cavities, and I need to get all four of my wisdom teeth pulled. Not because they've grown weird, they hurt, or because they are too big. They're just too hard to reach with my toothbrush, and the dentist said I probably couldn't keep them very clean forever, and that will just cause my other teeth to get bad.

I've never had a problem with going to the dentist - it has never scared me. But I've never had a tooth pulled before, so that kind makes me nervous, even if it won't be for a while. But I really like the people at the dentist I found.

I don't know what else to say. Life is life. I'm finishing up my invitations this weekend, and hopefully will have them out in the mail soon. My wedding is 2 months, 2 weeks, and 4 days away, and I'm super excited :) And I really want to take a nap.

-becca

When I came to work today and went into the break room to get something, I saw a box on the table, and inside that box was a very appetizing-looking doughnut. I know that most doughnuts look appetizing, but it seemed like exactly the kind of doughnut that I suddenly decided I wanted (what a coincidence!)

I only glanced at it, because I was in the break room for something else, and I wasn't consciously thinking about the doughnut. And then I left the break room, free from the temptation - but the seed was planted.

A little later, I had a mental list of three things I needed from the break room. I went in and got two of them, then caught sight of the doughnut. Very hurriedly, my subconscious longing became conscious and I immediatelly quelled it. "No Amber, that is not your doughnut" I said severely, but the warning faded into my subconscious and soon I forgot that I had spoken.

I think I managed to leave the break room (but remember, I still had one more thing to get that I'd forgotten). I went back to work. I couldn't concentrate. I didn't realize it was because of the doughnut, because my longings, while stronger than ever, had subsided into my subconscious again.

The rest is a blur. As far as I can remember, I suddenly got up in the middle of what I was doing, marched into the break room, and was halfway through the doughnut before I realized that I was eating someone else's doughnut. Shame and laughter struck me at the same time.

I didn't find out whose doughnut that was - yet. But I decided to work up a good excuse, just in case anyone was upset about it. The first excuse that came to mind: "I had to eat your doughnut because I needed it." Not plausible, but absolutely true. I'm hormonal. I went home, took a nap until 8 pm, and ate a box of chocolate.

There are more reasonable excuses: "You left a doughnut, unmarked, on the break room table. That means it's up for grabs. It could be sitting there all week, taking up space. Maybe it was there all the week before. Anyway, I did everybody a favor by eating it (especially me! Mmmm...)

Just so you know, it was really, really good. It tasted like it looked. You know how sometimes you see something that looks good and you bite into it and it has banana filling or something gross like that? Well, this did not have banana filling, or anything gross. It was good. Glazed, but not too glazed. Greasy, but not drenched. Sugary, but not enough to see the grains.

I've posted three times in a row, haha. Rebecca, post!

I'm sick.

I was writing an email to a friend and started ranting and complaining, and then I decided that instead I would vent here.

I got sick on Christmas morning. You know how if people know you're sick they're always asking you, "Are you feeling any better?" And you don't want to sound negative so you always say "Yeah, a little" even if you don't. Well, I'm probably going to keep saying that, but inside I'm really saying "NO, I FEEL WORSE WITH EVERY PASSING MOMENT, AND I'M COMPLETELY SICK OF BEING SICK!!!!! AAAAGGGHHH!!!!!!" I really hate missing work. I feel irresponsible. Even though I know I can't help it, and I know I shouldn't go in to work and infect people anyway, I feel like somehow I could manage if I made myself.

I tried today. I thought positive and everything. I was like "Hey, I feel better, right? That's what I've been telling everyone for the past three days, right? I'll go to work, put in a solid six hours or so, and for the rest of the week I'll come in early and stay late and come in on Saturday or whatever!" I was all motivated.

I went into work. I "worked" for maybe an hour before I decided that nothing was being accomplished no matter how hard I tried. So I went home. I was assured that it was okay, but it's NOT okay! I don't LIKE BEING SICK!

At first it was like "Okay, I never get sick real bad, so I guess I'll let it run its course now." But ugh. It's been three days. That is way too long. I know I have no patience. Maybe this is me learning how to get more patience, and how to see how long I can not work and still stay stable in my job and my finances, and be BORED all day! Honestly, I like to read, but not all day.

It's 11:30 now. I laid in bed for, I don't know, three hours? Probably less, but it felt like over three hours, and three was kind of generous for what it felt like. Every time I laid down I felt like I was going to throw up. Oh, and on Christmas I did throw up.

But I'm not bedridden or anything. Oh, and did I mention, I have a good appetite, maybe even better than usual because I eat when I'm bored and I'm bored more now. I ate a full mashed potato and ham dinner on Christmas. Why, if I feel so nauseous all the time, am I eating so much? And if I'm eating so much, why am I so fatigued that walking a short distance leaves me gasping?

This was obviously a post just for ranting. I'm kind of tired now, so I'll attempt sleep again. I'm kind of hungry but I always get hungry when I stay up till midnight. I'm seeing a doctor tomorrow.

Whenever I'm sick or have something wrong with me, it always makes me feel better if it's confirmed by a professional. Not something serious, just something that proves I was right. A couple months ago, my shoulder started hurting at work, and it became kind of unbearable. I didn't want to leave early for the lame excuse that "my shoulder hurts", but I also found it very difficult to continue working. And I thought that maybe I was thinking about it too much, and that's why it hurt. You know sometimes when you think too much about a small pain it becomes a big, unignorable deal?

But I did leave work early that day, and lo and behold, I had injured my shoulder! All official and stuff. I couldn't lift boxes and I had to use ice and everything. I mean, I'm not happy I got injured, but I am glad my whining wasn't just me being a wimp.

So it is in this case. It's funny, I can't exactly remember what it feels like to not have this nausea, so now I'm second guessing myself and saying "you're just thinking about it too much, that's why you're still sick, if you'd just get over it you'd be fine" and I'm hoping the doctor will at least say "Oh, you have this not severe thing. Take this pill and everything will be fine." And then I can say, "Yes, I was sick with this, but now I'm better" instead of "Well, the doctor said I should wait five more months and if it doesn't go away, to just shoot myself."

Haha, I made myself chuckle. Okay, I'm really going to bed now. My eyes are actually drooping.

The power was out this morning at work, so I didn't have to go in. Or so I thought. Right about the time I got around to changing out of my work clothes, sitting on the couch comfortably crocheting, and expecting to spend some time with my handsome fiance, the power came back on and I had to go and serve ice cream - which is okay, I guess.

It was a little sad though. Jeremy went to work at 6:30 this morning, and I was going to work at 10:30. I get off work at 4:30, and he usually gets home somewhere between 2 and 6. So while I was home at work, he found out that he wasn't actually working again until 5-9. Right before he got back to spend some time with me before he had to go back to work, I got called in. And now, I get off work about the time he has to leave for work, so we're not really going to see much of each other today.

That's okay, I mean we get to see each other all the time, it was just a little disappointing to me, because believe it or not, but I really like this boy. I'm don't just love him - I think you can learn to love anyone, if you really want to - but I really really like him too.

I don't know what update I can give. I guess my wedding dress and bridesmaids' dresses just came in at David's Bridal, so now we can start our fittings and see if we need to get anything adjusted. I booked the church last weekend, so now I just need to get invitations out and things like that. This wedding thing is coming soon! I'm pretty excited.

I've also been crocheting more than I've crocheted in a while. For some reason, I decided to make bunches of scarves for people for christmas. I've been averaging 1.5 a day, I think. That's a lot of crocheting. And now Christmas parties and children's musicals and etc. are coming up. There's always something, isn't there? Then it will be school again, and only a matter of weeks before our wedding!

hahaha. Maybe I'm overwhelmed, but i still have to laugh. My boss says that I look kind of sad lately. I wonder if I'm just tired or worried or thinking too much. I'm sure it's one or all or more of those.

I guess I'm done updating for now. This blog just makes me a little sad to look at, because it used to be so much more...alive.

ha. whatever that means.

-becca

Heh heh. I want to say I had the most awful day ever, but God very carefully balanced the moments of anger and frustration and confusion with moments of joy and clarity and peace. If I were able to write down every event and emotion today and rate it, I'm pretty sure the strength of my happy emotions would at least cancel out the severity of my negative emotions. Energy-draining people, energy-giving people. Expecting the best and being disappointed, then expecting the worst and being surprised. The conversations and people that made this happen are private, but I just want you to know that I feel very satisfied and peaceful right now. I think I do like a day full of opposites, as long as it's under God's control. If it were all joy today I don't know if I could handle it, but I can handle a few trials mixed with a lot of happiness.

What have I been doing? Working, worship-teaming, and web-designing. I'm busy, but not too busy. I have a full plate, but not too much on it. I refuse to volunteer for anything else or get caught up in any other commitments, and that decision brings me great relief every time I say "no" to something. The only thing I could get overwhelmed by are all my personal projects (mostly writing). I told my dad yesterday, "I need two people to do all the things I want to do." I have so many ideas and they never stop.

We're going to be having a Christmas party on December 15. Email me if you want an invitation.

Debbi says that I (and amber too) need to post something - so here I am.

So school is almost over for this quarter. Only like 2 more weeks of school with real homework and then two more classes and we're done. It went by really quickly. I have three papers left to write. One of them I haven't started on, and I still don't really even know what it's going to be about, the other one I have to write another 6 pages of, and the third one...I haven't started on that one either. But I've got a week. A lot of my time right now is work, school, church, wedding shopping, and spending time with my fiance. It'll be nice to have a break from school. It's not hard or anything, but I'll be gaining like 12 hours just from driving to class and class time plus the hours I spend doing homework. I'll have my evenings back. I'm looking forward to that.

I bought a wedding dress last Sunday. I can't say much more than that though, because Jeremy may read this and find out about it, and that's not allowed. I really like it though. It's different than I thought I'd get. I had a lot of fun though. I think I like dress up more than I thought. I'm taking all my bridesmaids to get their dresses next Sunday, that will be fun. We were going to make the dresses, but the color was off and I had Kaitie try on a dress that we loved so we decided to get that instead.

What else? Hmmm.

Work has been amazingly boring. Working in an ice cream shop in cold, dark, rainy November is not the most exciting job to have. There's nothing really to do. I take open the shop and take inventory in the first hour, and then maybe there's something to clean up, but otherwise, I've got nothing to do for the next 4 or 5 hours. I get a customer maybe twice an hour, on a good day.

I'm also looking forward to the holidays. I love fall. I love September through November so much, but I also like December and January. It's so cold out, but this time of year is so warm. I remember last year, when Jeremy was up in Canada at school, and we could only talk over the internet. And even though neither of us enjoyed talking online, pretty much every night we would end up chatting for 2-3 hours, or longer even. That was a little silly. We probably didn't need to talk that much. haha. I hope it snows this year too. I love getting wrapped up in sweaters and scarves and playing out in the snow in the dark. And after that, you come inside and drink some tea, and watch a movie or play music. There's just that feeling about it.

okay, I guess I'm all done posting for today.

bye!
becca

Another survey-er called a few minutes ago (at 7:00 on a Sunday night! Goodness, have they no shame?!) He said he needed to talk to the male registered voter of the household (sexist!). I said "Dad, are you the male registered voter of the household?" Dad said "Tell them we're not interested." I said, "Sorry, but he says we're not interested." The guy laughed and said "I heard. You guys have a great night."

It would probably kill me to be that nice to strangers for an extended period of time, especially if they mostly rejected me. At Subway, I could always tell when I could make an extra sale. I'd be like "want some cookies? We just made them" or "you know, instead of a foot long and a six inch, you can get any two foot longs for $9.99". I was always amazed how such an offer (coupled with my charming smile) was often accepted.

At work we're going to have a potluck and dress-up day on Halloween. Of course, I'm going to be a gypsy again. At this very moment I am in costume similar to what I was last year, heavy eye makeup and all. This time I have my ears pierced so I have real hoop earrings. I need a cooler-looking shirt though. I got a nice one but it doesn't fit me very well.

Here's a pet peeve about shirts. I don't know what size I am. Because some "small" shirts are very big on me. The obvious solution is to say "ha! I'm just skinnier than the average small size" but that's not true, because some "smalls" are skin-tight and the bottom of the shirt ends at my belly button.

I can't immediately think of an obvious solution to this problem. Usually I just hold up a few different sizes and pick the one I think looks best.

Also, there's the whole women and juniors thing. I get so confused. When I'm in Wal Mart looking for an item of clothing, I'm always embarrassed if I suddenly realize I'm in the women's section, or in the "plus size" section, and every piece of clothing I look at is way too big for me. I worry that some "plus size" woman will see me and think that I think I'm fat.

Usually I pretend like I'm looking for something for my mom in these circumstances. Now, my mom is far from fat, but the people around me don't know that. And actually, it probably doesn't make much difference whether I'm looking for clothes for myself or my mom - do you ever watch people clothes shopping that closely?

But if I ever find myself on the wrong side of the store and I'm completely clueless and a stranger walks up to me and says "do you realize you're tying men's ties around your head and pretending they are bandanas?" I'll just say "Oh, I'm just trying to find a good one for - my husband. Er, dad. Pirate night. Yeah."

Snicker.

Alone in the house on a Saturday again. I'm in pajamas (of course) and I've already watched a movie, finished a book, worked on websites, taken a nap, eaten junk food, and wasted a lot of time.

The phone just rang. It was someone wanting to do a survey. Normally I don't really want to do them, but it wasn't like I had something better to do, so I let a lady with a foreign accent ask me questions about what radio station I listen to.

I probably messed up the results of her survey. "What station do you listen to most often?" "KCMS." "What type of music do you like?" "Mostly Christian."

But she was sweet. At one point she asked, "Okay, do you know which station is getting better?"

"Better?" I said.

"Yes. Um, better."

"What do you mean, getting better? The reception? The sound? The songs? The DJs?"

"Um, I guess so."

Long pause here. Then I said, "I'm sorry, I guess I don't really understand the question."

She laughed like she was embarrassed and said "me neither".

Of course, the next question was "which station is getting worse".

She was laughing by the end, though. She played about a dozen different clips of songs and after each one asked me to tell her if I liked them. I had heard some of them before but I didn't like any of them. I just kept saying "no, no, no" after each one and she kept giggling.

Anyway, I hope I made her day less dreary. I remember having to work on Saturdays.

Something I love about the mornings: waking up.

A lot of times, I don't really feel like waking up. I want to lie in bed and rest for just a few more hours. But I always like it when I get up early - well, almost always. This morning, I like it. I like being able to sit in my warm pajamas, eat some oatmeal, drink some tea, and study. The morning is my favorite time to study. It's so still and quiet, and it's nice to start the morning accomplishing and thinking about things. And yet, sometimes it's really hard to get to that point. Why? It's just a matter of rolling out of bed. Hum. Oh well.

I guess I was just realizing that studying is for morning and working out is for the evening. I much prefer to run around and be active at night.

I have to go to work pretty soon. I've been working at an ice cream shop on bainbridge island. It's cute. It's easy. It's kind of fun too. Although it's painfully boring on cold days like today. Actually, yesterday it was pretty sunny and a lot of people were out walking around, but it was still extremely slow. Someday I'll get a job that I enjoy more - or maybe not really work that much at all. For now, it's okay though.

I'm also getting super-excited about the wedding and starting my life as the wife of Jeremy Ellis. I think I'm way more excited about that than the wedding, and I think that's probably a good thing. haha. Although, I need to start working on things like, finishing my guestlist and getting addresses, picking out the formal attire, etc.

At the moment though, I need to go take a shower and get ready for work.

-rebecca

This is such the perfect Saturday.

When I woke up, the clock said 6:30. I smiled and thought "Well, looks like I forgot to set my alarm last night. At least I woke up in time to get ready for work. Sigh...I don't really feel like getting up for work."

Then I remembered! It's SATURDAY!

I rolled over and dozed until I got too hungry and bored.

Then I had Cheez-Its and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for breakfast while I watched a movie. After the movie I read Calvin and Hobbes for a while.

And it's not even 11 yet!

Well, I actually feel like being productive now, so I guess I'll do some laundry, clean my room, go shopping, do some website work, and read.

The only thing I don't like about Saturdays is that I always get a headache on Saturdays. And it lasts all day. Every single Saturday. I don't know why, but it's the only day that I stay home in the morning.