Tuesday, December 30, 2008

I Hate Sweater Fuzzies

Today I'm wearing this super cute new sweater "dress"
(side note: Forever 21 calls it a dress but it's really not, it's actually a shirt - just thought you'd like to know.)


I just looked down and found about a million little sweater fuzzies - which I hate! So after I picked them all off, I decided to tell all of you about my intense hatred for sweater fuzzies. I googled "Sweater Fuzz" in an attempt to find a visual example. However, while searching through the pictures that popped up, I came across this picture and I completely forgot about the sweater fuzzies:




Oh, how I love this movie. :)

Even just looking at the picture makes me laugh.




By the power of Greyskull!

Monday, December 22, 2008

White Elephant

Last Saturday was the annual Medicine Shoppe Christmas Party. I love this party and I look forward to it every year! We always have great food, fun conversations, and an exciting game of White Elephant. With some sneaky moves, Cal and I were able to go home with exactly what we wanted. Cal got his bobble-head Stewie and I got this Gingerbread People Puzzle. I've spent the last 2 nights trying to put all 1000 pieces together and I think I'll finish it tonight. :) So fun!

Monday, December 15, 2008

Wolverine

I'm pretty sure most of you already know what a Comic Book geek I am. Not only did I name my beloved Jeep after some of my favorite characters, but for some time now I've been planning on naming my first son, Bruce. I'm sure there are a number of questions flying through your head right now. The first probably being . . . Why? Perhaps because it's just a good, strong, masculine name. Or maybe because it's my father's name and I love my dad, so why wouldn't I name my son after him. Those are both really good reasons to name my future son, Bruce. (and yes, I realize that the fact that I've already picked out my unborn, even uncreated son's name, is a bit geeky in and of itself, but I'm a girl, and the truth is - girls do that) Very good reasons indeed. But is that the reason? No. The sad truth - the number one reason for naming my future, yet to be born or even created son, Bruce, is this: Batman aka Bruce Wayne aka my second favorite comic book character of all time.

Now, I bet you're wondering why I wouldn't name my first son after my favorite comic book character. Right? . . . Oh come on, pretend you were thinking that, okay? Well, to answer your non-existent question: Because there are some previously mentioned reasons why I should go with Bruce. Love you Dad! Besides, I'm pretty sure my sister, Mary, has already put dibs on the name Logan.

That's right, my favorite comic book character of all time is Wolverine. Hence the title for this post.

Wolverine has been my favorite comic book character ever since I was a little girl. I remember racing my little brother downstairs to get the best seat in front of our ancient t.v. so we could watch our shows. Duck Tales, Rescue Rangers, Tail Spin and of course, X-men. Wolverine was the coolest. I thought Gambit was incredibly hot, even for a cartoon. I even used to pretend that I was Jubilee because she was little, like me. I loved all of the other characters too, but it was definitely the cool, mysterious, Wolverine that got me sucked in. I was completely fascinated by his story.

That fascination has been with me ever since and is still with me today. Not only for Wolverine, but for all of the X-Men. Even after 3 X-Men movies have already been made, I still find myself wanting more. Today I got that "more" I was looking for. I don't think I will ever be satisfied, but for now this has quenched my thirst.

I just saw the trailer for X-Men Origins: Wolverine. As I watched, chills ran down my back and I'm pretty sure there was a smile plastered on my face for the entire two point four minutes.

Hugh Jackman returns to his role as, James "Logan" Howlett aka Wolverine, a self-healer who is virtually indestructible. This prequel delves into Wolverine's unknown past to help us realize why he is the way he is and why he has no memory of his former life.

Jackman has some pretty hot company in the form of Ryan Reynolds who plays Deadpool, Liev Schreiber who plays Sabretooth, and Taylor Kitsch who plays Gambit.

I am so happy they finally included Gambit. I have been waiting for him to be in an X-Men movie ever since he was forgotten in the first one. Gambit is essential to my X-Men related happiness. I have extremely high hopes for this movie. And you better believe I will be there for the midnight show! If you would like to come with me, you are more than welcome. :)

X-MEN ORIGINS: WOLVERINE HD


p.s. - No, I don't care that little "Bruce" could possibly get punched on the playground for having that name. I'm not changing my mind. Besides, it builds character and will hopefully toughen him up.

Note to little Bruce: You may be reading this many, many years down the road. Just remember, if those bullies on the playground are pushing you around because of your name, you can punch them in the face. Go ahead and give them hell. You can do it, mommy said it's okay. Love you!

Friday, December 12, 2008

Skinny Jeans

Here's the deal:

I love the look of Skinny Jeans. I think they look really good on other people - no wait, better than good - I think they look Fabulous! I love the look so much that every time I go shopping I get tricked into thinking that I too, can pull of the skinny jean. I pick out a few super cute pairs to try and once I skillfully slide them on, I realize, for what seems like the 68th time, that no, Bekah, you can't pull off this look.

The problem? The ghetto booty. Yes. I will be the first to admit, I have a ghetto booty. Am I ashamed of my ghetto booty? No. I would much rather have this ghetto booty than have no booty at all. For example, my friend Zo, who I so lovingly refer to as an "ass-less wonder" has absolutely no booty at all. His pants are always falling down. I would just hate that.

Skinny jeans and ghetto booty's just don't mix. I have spent months and months looking for a pair of skinny jeans that look great but also sufficiently cover that area. I was just about to give up but instead I decided to give it one more shot. I found a pair online at Forever21.com. I know what you're thinking - that's a little bit risky buying a pair of skinny jeans online. You're completely right. It is risky! However, I decided that since they were only $12.50 (regular price!!!) that it was a risk I was willing to take. If I didn't like them I could always take them back to the store, right? No big deal.

The next morning I felt a little pessimistic about my purchase and even though I still had about a week to go, I began to mentally prepare myself for another disappointment. Then the best thing happened! Later that morning I saw my friend, Holly, and she was wearing the cutest skinny jeans. I asked her where she got them and she told me they were the exact same $12.50 Forever 21 pair that I just purchased online. That gave me such hope because Holly is 7 months pregnant and if she can look that good in skinny jeans, well then, maybe I can too. :)

My jeans came 2 days ago and I absolutely love them! I totally hit the jackpot! They're skinny enough to wear with boots but also look great around the booty. It's a Christmas Miracle!!!

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

A p.s. to that last bit.

p.s. -

I was 10 minutes late to work yesterday because I decided to support my dvd addiction by going to Target at 8:00 in the a.m. so I could buy The Dark Knight so I'd be prepared to watch it with all of my buddies, which I did later that night, and I've come to the conclusion that I still really, really love that movie because not only is it just plain old good entertainment but also because Christian Bale is really, really hot! (How's that for a run on sentence? HA!)


another p.s. that's not even slightly related to that last bit -


Something completely weird just happened to me. I was talking on the phone with one of our clients that smokes a lot and I could actually smell it! Weird, right? No, I'm not a crazy person that thinks you can smell people over the telephone. I just think that my brain has associated that smell with this man and when I heard his voice I remembered that smokey smell.


. . .


Anyway! It was weird, alright?!

Sheesh.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

New Favorite Thing

I just had to share my new favorite thing with you.
As many of you know, I LOVE movies. I think I might be addicted for the following reasons:
1) Going to the theater to watch a movie is pretty much my favorite night out - and going to the midnight showing of a movie is even better.

2) I am constantly buying dvd's. They're not always movies that I've seen before either. I have a running list of movies that I want to see and if I find one of those movies for a good deal, I'll buy it, rather than rent it. In fact, just last night I bought a movie that I hadn't seen before and I was extremely pleased with that purchase. The movie? - Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels - Assessment? - Brilliant!

and

3) I have been known to waste entire work days watching movie trailers. You know those people in the theaters who complain about the numerous amounts of trailers that are being shown before the featured film? Well, I am definitely not one of them. I get so excited and make mental notes (okay, sometime physical notes) of when each movie is coming out so I'm sure not to miss it.

So, with that said, I was delighted to find out that some of my old buddies, John and Cameron, have started their own movie critic TV show, The Cinematic Experience. I have always wanted to be a Movie Critic, but I didn't think I would actually be any good at it since I am a movie slut and I like most movies. If I ever am critical of a movie, you know it's got to be horrible. John and Cameron, however, ARE really good at it. They are able to disect a movie, give it a fair rating and keep the viewers entertained with witty banter.

Good job John and Cameron. :)

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

A Tribute to Fatness

My friends and I love food. In some ways, I believe it is the essence of our friendship. We plan entire roadtrips around restaurants that we want to try. We like to call this attitude "Fat". To us, "Fat" is not a demeaning or negative term, it is in fact a compliment. I know this can be tricky to understand. To help your education of "Fat" please read Josh & Staci's blog. Josh explains this concept perfectly.


To all my friends out there:

Please have a safe, happy and
FAT-TASTIC Thanksgiving!

Monday, November 24, 2008

Accessories

The other day when I got home way early from work I decided to relax. While flipping through the channels I landed on The Insider with Lara Spencer. I just love watching those celebrity gossip shows so I was pleasantly surprised to find this one. The Insider is very much the same yada yada yada as the others: who's hooking up, who's getting divorced, who looks horrible and who looks fabulous! Like I said, yada yada yada . . . until the end of the show that is!


Every episode at the very end of the show they do a section called Wardrobe Cam and Lara's Look For Less. Lara's fashion stylist, Anya Sarre, tells you what designer Lara is wearing that day and then if you log onto their website the fabulous Anya Sarre will tell you how to get the same look for less. Not just less, though. WAY less! We're talking $15 dress, less. I LOVE IT! So check it out - this site has definitely been added to my daily websites list.


Thanks Anya Sarre for helping me in my quest to be better at accessorizing. :)

Look at some of the super cute things I've already purchased!









Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Bekah and the 5 Dwarfs

I just had to post this so that everyone will feel sorry for me.

I work in an office where I am the only girl. It's just me and my five bosses - that's it. I like to compare my five bosses to the seven dwarfs.

Jim is like Happy / Doc. Jim is a very pleasant fellow and is my favorite friend at the office. We get along great! We usually go to lunch once a week and we always have a good time. He's very witty and he keeps me laughing with all the funny emails he sends me. We talk about all sorts of stuff like how we both love our Jeeps and church stuff and everything. Jim tries to set me up with all the eligible bachelors in his ward because he likes me so much and he just wants me to find an eternal companion and be happy forever. He has a very, very kind heart. I just love him! :)

John is like Bashful. John doesn't talk to me much, not because he doesn't like me, but because he's just kind of a quiet guy. He's an extremely nice man, but it's like pulling teeth to get him to talk to me. Most of our conversations happen over email.

David is like Grumpy. David is a very anal / controlling person. I've known him for years. He wasn't always Grumpy, in fact, before I started working for him we were the best of pals. We'd go to lunch, talk about sports and the guys I was dating and it was great. We used to have so much fun! He was the one who convinced me to leave my other job and come work for him because we got along so great. Then as soon as I started working for him all of a sudden his demeanor changed towards me. It's as if a switch flipped. He is now extremely cold towards me and very much a grumpy, self-righteous, arrogant guy. It makes me sad to think about this because we used to have so much fun together.

Corper is like Dopey /Sneezy. Corper is a nice enough guy, but there is something in his brain that just doesn't click. Corper likes to be my friend when it benefits him. If he wants somebody to hear his stories and the other guys won't listen, he'll tell me. He's also kind of Dopey in the way that he can't do anything by himself. He struggles with even the simplest of tasks. If he wants a paper out of a file that is sitting in front of him on his desk, he'll call me to come and find it. He's Sneezy because he's got the biggest sneeze out of everyone in the office. It really is a huge sneeze. And I just couldn't leave Sneezy out of this little mix.

and finally

Bill is like Sleepy. No, he's not a narcoleptic. I just rarely see Bill. Bill is a multi-millionaire and doesn't need to work but since he was driving his wife crazy at home she insisted that he get an office downtown to just go hang out at for a couple hours a week. So that's what he does. He's very nice though.

So that's the run down of all of my bosses. Guess what they're all doing today. Jim (my favorite) is out to meetings all day so I won't see him until tomorrow. The rest of them all decided to go to a matinee showing of Quantum of Solace. No, they didn't invite me. I would have loved to go with them! I don't care that I've already seen that movie. It could have been any movie and I would have been happy to go. I'd just like to feel included, ya know? But instead I have to stay here all by myself.

That is all. :(

Monday, November 10, 2008

The Freak Out

Saturday night Chaddy, Zo and I had nothing to do so we ended up renting a scary movie. We've been watching a lot of scary movies lately. Prom Night, Scream, Vacancy, and most the recent was The Strangers.

Scary movies and I have a love/hate relationship that goes like this: I'll watch a scary movie and while I'm watching it, I'm gripping my blanket or lap pillow so hard that I lose all circulation to my fingers and I sit there wondering (out loud sometimes) why in the heck am I watching this?! Then I drive home scared out of my mind thinking that at the next light someone is going to slash my plastic windows and kill me, and once I get home I try to fall asleep but instead I just lay there 100% awake and jumping at every sound. Once I finally fall asleep I end up having nightmares for the next three nights. Then I wait a few days or a week or so and someone (usually Zo) suggest that we watch a scary movie and I get all excited and think "yeah, that sounds like fun" and the vicious cycle starts all over again.

Saturday night was no exception. We watched The Strangers and it was most definitely scary but it helped that after we watched the movie, Chaddy, Zo and I discussed how the characters were so unbelievably stupid and how we would be way smarter than that. Lets say some psycho stalker killer was trying to murder us while we were in a cabin in the middle of nowhere, first of all - we'd bring a ton of people with us, preferably good fighters who were trained in the martial arts; secondly - we wouldn't split up, if one of us goes to check the radio in the barn, we all go out to the barn to check the radio; and third - I forget what #3 was but I think it had something to do with - don't let them kill us.

After this discussion I was feeling okay about driving home by myself until I got this text message from my mom: "Dad is extra worried about you tonight. Are you okay? Please come and tell us when you get home." WTF?! My dad isn't the type to say stuff like that, so when he does - it freaks me out. Then to make matters worse, Mary called me and said that she had a bad feeling about me driving home and to be extra careful. All that progress I had made getting over that scary movie had gone right out the window. I know what you're thinking - you are so stupid. But honestly, it gave me the total creep out.

I decided that I would just stay there until someone could either drive me home or at least follow me to make sure I got home safely. The boys also thought I was being stupid and decided to play their new video game, Gears of War 2 until 5:00 in the a.m. By that time I had already fallen asleep on the lovesac and had numerous nightmares about what could happen to me on my drive home. When the sun came up I decided it was finally safe for me to walk out to my car by myself and drive home. I drove extra careful and I think you'll be happy to know that I made it home without getting killed or kidnapped.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Nicknames

Once again Brittney's Wednesday Wonderings inspired me to write this post.

I have had many nicknames over the years, all given to me by various friends and family members. Today, we will discuss the nickname my very kind and loving mother gave to me at the tender age of 4 and how it came to be.

As far back as I can remember, I have always been an advocate of equality and, when inspired I have stood up for my rights as well as the rights of others. In the sixth grade I confronted my teacher for being racist against the little black girl in our class; when I was a senior in high school I insisted that I be allowed to take weight lifting even if I was the only girl in the class; and, just recently, I argued age discrimination when a fast food restaurant refused to sell me a kids meal.

The same kind of stuff happens at home too. My Dad and I have debated countless times about dishes being a girl's job and leaving the garbage for the boys.

When we were little, one of my mother's biggest pet peeves was having her six kids leave their shoes around the house. She got so sick of putting shoes away that she finally just started tossing them out the back door. You know, in an effort to teach us a lesson. Well, one day while I was helping my mom pick up the house, I came across a pair of her shoes. I knew what to do right away. After all, I had seen her do it a thousand times. I picked up her shoes, walked over to the front door and opened it. My mother, who was all the way across the room from me, asked me what I was doing. I smiled at her and tossed one of her shoes out on the front porch. "REBEKAH!!!" she yelled as she ran towards me. I giggled and placed the other shoe in my right hand, wound up and threw it as hard as I could. It was an awesome throw, the shoe made it all the way out to the grass. That's when it happened. At that precise moment I received the nickname that will forever be mine until the day I die. "YOU LITTLE SHIT!" I just laughed as she ran past me to fetch her shoes.

There have been numerous times that I've been called that - all unprovoked of course.

A few months after that infamous day, I attended my first day of kindergarten and when the teacher asked me what my name was I smiled and told her "my name is Little Shit." - ha ha ha, just kidding, I tease my mom about that all the time. It would have been awesome though. "And how do you spell your name?" asks the teacher. "L - i - t - t . . ." HA HA HA!

Love you mom!

Friday, October 31, 2008

Thriller

Happy Halloween Everyone!

I've been waiting all week to post this. Ha ha ha! And just in case you were wondering - yes, I am dancing at my desk right now.

I heart you semi-black Michael!

(remember to pause my playlist before watching)

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Remember That One Time . . . Chiropractor

My good friend, Brittney, posted a question on her blog yesterday. "What has been your worst/craziest job?" That got me thinking about this one:

When I was about 16 years old I decided that it was time for me to get a real job - one that I didn't get through nepotism. I found a flier for a Chiropractor looking for an assistant in scheduling appointments. That sounded easy enough, right? The best part of the flier was - I could have the opportunity to make hundreds of dollars each day! Um . . . heck yes! I called immediately to set up an interview. The next day after school, I put on my most professional looking dress and had my Mom drive me to the Chiropractor's office. I walked in and told the receptionist I was there for a job interview and she asked me to have a seat while she calls the man I'm supposed to interview with. I sat there for about 15 minutes just patiently waiting and eyeing the receptionist's desk. It was, after all, going to be mine as soon as this interview was over.

A man came bustling in the front door a little out breath and turned to greet me. He was very nice and explained that he was not the Chiropractor but just the manager over the assistants. He then escorted me down the hall to a dark, cluttered office where we had our interview. I must have presented myself extremely well because he hired me on the spot. He even wanted me to start that day! I got up and headed towards the door to go claim my desk when the man asked where I was going?, this dirty, dark and over stuffed office was where I was going to work. More particularly - that corner over there. . . . Oh.

He explained that I am supposed to call people from a list and ask them to come in for a free seminar. Then, when they agree to come I'm supposed to set up an appointment for them to see the Chiropractor. That sounded pretty easy to me. The man handed me a piece of paper with the script for the phone calls and the "list" of phone numbers I was supposed to call. The list was a copy of the phonebook pages A-G. He then went on to explain how I will be getting paid. If they do indeed come to the seminar AND pay for a consultation, I get $25. Wow! $25 for each person that I set up for a consultation? This is going to be so easy and I am going to make so much money! I was already doing the math in my head - if I could call 10 people per hour and I work 2 hours after school 3 times a week, I could be making around $6,000 a month! That is a whole heck of a lot of money! What was I going to do with all that money? I could buy some new gym shoes and some VHS movies, ooooo - ooooo - ooo, and I could buy whatever I wanted for lunch instead of eating a slice of pizza and a chocolate milk everyday. Yes! Oh man! This is perfect!

I got to work immediately. "Hello Mr. Abbott, my name is Rebekah and I'd like to tell you about an opportunity for better health." Click. Mr. Abbott hung up on me. What the crap?!! Well there goes that $25 - thanks a lot Mr. Abbott. Oh well, on to Mr. Abbott #2. "Hello Mr. Abbott, my name is Rebekah and I'd like to te. . ." Click!

It continued on like that for the next 2 hours. Oh, every once in a while a nice person would let me read my whole script before saying "Thanks, but I'm not interested." I left work that day completely unsuccessful. But I came back two days later because I was certain that I would get someone to come in. That day was much better. No, I didn't make any appointments but I did end up chatting this really nice old man for about an hour before he said no thanks. Day after day I would come in and call people and never get anyone to sign up for the seminar. Hector, one of the daytime callers got tons of people. I never got to meet Hector to ask him what his secrets were because he always worked while I was in school. But everyday I would see four or five more marks next to his name. All the while, there were no marks next to my name.

After a month of being completely unsuccessful I decided it was time to quit. I told my boss that I felt I was wasting my time here, working all of those hours and not getting paid for a single minute. I was actually quite upset when I was talking to him. I didn't think it was fair. He agreed with me but said, sorry that's the way it goes around here. Right then, the Chiropractor walked in. He was never as nice to me as my manager. Every once in a while I would turn around and find him at the door watching me. This one day I came in with a cold. I was about to take some DayQuil but he gave me this huge lecture on how today's medicine actually makes us more sick and that our bodies have the abilities to heal themselves but in order to do that we have to be completely aligned. I felt so guilty that I threw away my DayQuil and suffered through the rest of the day.

When the Chiropractor heard me complaining about not getting paid, he explained, in his lecturing tone, that when I was hired I agreed to getting paid on a commission-type basis. Since I didn't make any appointments in the time I was there - he shouldn't have to pay me. I walked out of there with my head hung low and went home where I told my Dad the whole story. He was outraged! He made me call the Chiropractor back and tell him that I was going to call the Better Business Bureau on him. (side note - my Dad loves calling the Better Business Bureau. :) He's all about it.)

The next day my manager dropped off a check for $100. I was so happy! Guess who was going out for lunch tomorrow? A Wooo Hoo!

Monday, October 20, 2008

Cooking with Ace

Last Thursday Mary, Arin and I had a fun little girls night out. We went to a cooking class at the Ace Hardware. Yes, I said Ace Hardware. It was so much fun! Okay, okay, maybe I'm being a little too excited about it - the class was about four hours long, three and a half of which we were waiting for food.


My friend, Lindsey, told me about the cooking classes at the Ace Hardware. She was constantly coming to work with awesome new recipes and every time she did I thought to myself, I really should go to some of these classes with her. Well, it's been about 2 years and I finally went to one - the Dutch Oven Cooking Class with Chef Todd.

Mary, Arin and I showed up about 10 minutes early for the class and it was already packed! I am willing to bet that some of those ladies camped out all day to get a good seat for this class. Chef Todd was busy making a couple of different recipes and chatting with some of the other ladies like they were old friends. The class hadn't even started yet and we felt like we were already behind. Over the next three hours we learned how to make several dishes (I'll be posting them on my food blog.) It was torture sitting there for so long with all the tempting smells, our tummy's shouting with hunger pains and out butts going numb from sitting on those uncomfortable folding chairs. Poor little Stockton Wyatt Jeffs was going crazy in Arin's stomach. I was about to run across the street to get some tacos when Chef Todd finally said it was time to eat . . . and about a half hour later, we actually did! :)

We were the first out of our chairs to race to the food line, but Slowy McSlow Pants was at the end of our row, blocking us from our meal. Arin kept pushing Mary and Mary pushed me and I seriously almost pushed McSlow Pants. I mean, come on! Doesn't he know there is a pregnant lady behind him? Move!

We were stuck in the line about 20 people back and I was still getting little pushes but I couldn't go anywhere. Luckily, the lady in charge saw how Arin and the little bundle of joy inside of her were about to turn Hannibal Lector on us and start gnawing on someone's left arm, so she let us start a new line down the back of the table.

The next 12 minutes were a blur of delicious ribs, potatoes, broccoli and desserts. There was no time for savoring each individual dish. No, no, there was only time for shoveling, stuffing and swallowing. It was delicious though. Some of the best ribs I have ever had!

Overall we had a great time and I'm pretty sure we'll do it again, but next time we'll have to sneak some tacos in our purses.

Friday, October 10, 2008

Cruisin' 08 Style

I got back from my cruise a little over a week ago and now I'm finally posting some pictures. :) I had the most wonderful time! My friends are so fun to travel with - we really know how to have a good time.

Air boat tour of the Everglades





Alligator Park




Dinner at an awesome Italian place that we found by accident.
Quadruple decker chicken fights. :)








Key West















Matty's Birthday Dinner








Cozumel


















Belize




























Mary's Birthday Dinner


Last Day of the Cruise






SO MUCH FUN!!!