30 in 30

I've decided to do something crazy for my birthday this year!

In the month before I turn 30, I will go on

30 dates in 30 days

and blog about the whole thing.

If you feel like spending the month of March with me and my 25 dates you can find us here:

http://www.beks30in30.blogspot.com/

Sabbatical

Sab-bat-i-cal:
[suh-bat-i-kuhl]
-adjective
Bringing a period of rest.



Hi.

You missed me.

I'm going to change this over the next few weeks.

Family . . . Isn't it about . . . time?

35 years ago my parents decided to get hitched and start a family. We had a big, fancy ta-do to celebrate their anniversary. It was really special. I'd post pictures of that night but Mary hasn't given them to me yet. Instead I'll share a couple of funny stories from the last week.

Although it's crude, lewd and just uncalled for, I say the term "mother effer" a lot. I guess I figure it's better than saying the real term, but my mom feels otherwise. I said it in front of her the other day and she made a face and let out this disappointed sigh. I didn't know what the sigh was for because saying "mother effer" is just second nature to me now and sometimes I don't even realize when I have said it. Well I said it again about 2 minutes later and she let out another sigh. I asked her what was wrong and she told me she thought that term was just so offensive. I apologized and asked if it would be better for me to say "mother f" instead. She let out another sigh and said "no, it's the m-word that offends me". I laughed all night about that. Wait . . . I'm still laughing about that. :) I guess I'm only allowed to say "m effer" around my mom. HA!

On Monday night I drove up to my parents house to leave my Jeep there for Jarred. When I pulled up, my dad was outside and I told him I would need a ride back home. He said that we have a problem because my little brother, Mark, had his car up at his softball game. Then a huge grin came over my dads face. "We could go up there and take it" he said. This idea got him really excited because he ran into the house to get the keys right then. He told my mom about the plan to leave Mark stranded at the softball game and he was giggling the entire time. So I drove him up to get his car and when we got there he snuck out of my jeep and kind of looked around from side to side to make sure no one was watching him, still giggling. He got such a kick out of that. Oh Pops - what a silly dad you are.

My parents are so great. Thanks for sticking with us, Pops and Momma Rogers! :)

Closet Case

Brittney has been asking me to post pictures of my closet for a couple of months now. So, here you go. :) I don't have anything clever to say. I think the pictures speak for themselves.

:)

Bekah and the Gym - A Love/Hate Relationship

January 18, 2010
Dear Gym Diary:
I'm finally going to the new gym I joined over a month ago. So far so good. With just a little effort I have lost the fluff weight I put on during the holidays. Now on to the already settled in, harder than crap to get off stuff. I am hopeful I'll look like Jessica Alba in no time.



February 10, 2010
Dear Gym Diary:
I'm still going to the gym on a regular basis and I've been trying to eat better. Wilbur says the trick to losing weight is 80% diet 20% exercise. But I'm not going to slack off in the exercise department just in case he's wrong.


February 22, 2010
Dear Gym Diary:
I worked out really hard today and was feeling great until I bumped into my ex at the gym . . . wait, let me rephrase, until I bumped into my ex at MY gym. He's not supposed to be there, he's supposed to go to a gym close to his house - 2 1/2 hours away! I'm sure he is still a very nice guy, he always was, but when I saw him all I could think about is my stuff that he never returned to me. I asked him for it a couple of times, but still nothing. I feel like it would be awkward to ask for it again after so much time has passed. Maybe I'll avoid the gym for a couple of days.



February 26, 1010
Dear Gym Diary:
I was getting ready for a combined birthday costume party for Nicole and Jon. I had most of my costume on but paused to make the salsa I was requested to bring. While trying to pop the pit out of an avocado the knife slipped and went straight through my finger. I had to go to the instacare in my Elastigirl costume to get a couple of stitches. I had to change my costume from Elastigirl to Violet because I could no longer do my hair in a cute little Elastigirl bob. Apparently bobs take 2 working hands. So I put on a terrible wig. I looked ridiculous and felt even worse. I still went to the party though. When I got there all of my super hot friends were dressed in super hot and sexy costumes. This is how immature and naive I am. It did not even occur to me that I should wear a costume that is sexy or super hot. No no, I went with a cartoon. I got the comment of "I can't take you seriously when you look like that" a couple of times, which cemented my feelings of bad costume decision. Blah! I should probably go back to the gym so I can wear something super hot and sexy to the next costume party

March 1, 2010

Dear Gym Diary:

I decided that since my finger is badly injured I can no longer go to the gym. I may have been actively looking for an excuse though. Who knows.

March 8, 2010
Dear Gym Diary:
I haven't been to the gym in 2 weeks. Now with only 10 days before the cruise I have given up on looking like Jessica Alba and have decided that I should just wear tankini's the entire time. Tankini's are hot, right? . . . Ugh! Oh who am I kidding.

March 29, 2010
Dear Gym Diary:
It has now been over a month since I last went to the gym. I went on my cruise and wore tankini's most of the time. The time spent in bikinis also consisted of me trying to pinch back my back-fat so it could not be seen in pictures. That proved unsuccessful. Awesome cruise though.

March 31, 2010
Dear Gym Diary:
Still haven't gone to the gym. I turned 29 today. I now know what's worse than being 28 and chubby. . . being 29 and chubby.

April 6, 2010
Dear Gym Diary:
Mary keeps asking me to go to the gym with her. I politely declined and went back to my samoas. Is it possible to die from eating too many girl scout cookies?

April 8, 2010
Dear Gym Diary:
After having a nice chat with my brother, Zo, he has convinced me that being 12 pounds over my ideal weight is not so bad and there is hope for me yet. Let's pray this motivates me to go back to the gym.

April 12, 2010
Dear Gym Diary:
When Mary asked me if I wanted to go to the gym with her tonight, I miraculously said yes. I chose to do the spinning bicycle - ouch. Maybe I can look like Jessica Alba by summertime.

Gone Fishin'

Hi - I just wanted to give you a heads up: I won't be posting anything until April, because I will be on VACATION!!!!!

That's right - starting in about 59 hours I will be on my way out of the country for 10 days. See ya - Suckers! :)

Oh and please don't try to rob me while I'm gone - my sister and her rather large boyfriend will still be in town and they will not appreciate the intrusion one bit.

KaBOOM!

Today I celebrated my 100th win on Minesweeper.

Yes, it took me awhile.

At first I was only concerned with how fast I could clear the mines. Every game would start out with a free-for-all of clicking, willy-nilly style. But now I actually concentrate on winning each game that I play no matter how long it takes. I decided this would be a good idea after I came to sad realization that I will never be able to beat Scott Steele's score.

Farewell to my 118 seconds score, I don't know when I will be seeing you again.

A Childhood Dream Come True

Not my own, but Arin's. :)

I will be attending my first ever Harlem Globetrotters event. I really don't know much about the Harlem Globetrotters. I kind of had a whoop di do attitude about them. For some reason I thought they played a real game of basketball but maybe did a few tricks here and there. It wasn't until recently that someone informed me

***WARNING - SPOILER ALERT***

that the other team is indeed fake and that no actual game was to be played. I'm excited to help Arin fulfill her lifetime childhood dream of seeing these folks in the flesh, but at the same time, all I gotta say is - they better be effing amazing.



Sorry for using the word effing, Mom.

Also - Arin - still really excited to see them. :)