Becca's World of Wonders

Its been forever

2006-06-17T22:32:00.000-07:00

I must admit that my lack of knowing that my blog still exsisted is somewhat of an shame on me scenario. I think I should almost be condemned from blogger because I even forgot my user name. Well, I shall now make my apologies to my poor neglected blog
"Im SOrry"

There, onto bigger things. The past year has been a whirl wind. Lets check back:

Last September:
I enrolled in Ballroom and latin dancing and now know how to shake it on the floor

Last October:
Emma had her second birthday and Dave said we should move in together

Last November::

We officially start cohabiting.
I decide that school is a complete waste of money at that point and withdrawl from my current studies

December:

We visit Winnipeg and "meet the parents"
I must say, not the kind of meet the parents you would think- it was almost to perfect to even consider!
I get a gorgeous Ben Moss eternity necklace and in return, he gets the most perfect gift- a 19 inch LCD monitor for his computer

Janurary:
I decide that taking Emma's dad to court is a devine idea of getting child support- I win and the courts grant me a whopping monthly cheque
Competitive season starts for the girls I train

February:
mmm, valentines day was almost forgotten by my signifigant other (whoops!) and he rushes out to buy me some candles and chocolates

March:
mmm, again, things slow down, still competitive season

April:
David finishes school, I decide to enroll in something, what that is, is yet to be determined
We both fly out to toronto for a interview - and we both turn down the job
David buys me RAM for my 24th birthday- next year I just may come out and say to buy me some hoisery???...lol... I love you baby and I love my RAM

May:
David nearly breaks his neck showing a gymnast a double flyaway- and when I say break, it means a hospital transfer, a backboard and a catheter within the course of 24 hours
He graduates!!!
We get a nice visit from the Parent

June:
I decide that I am going to run a gymnathon to fundraise for the club I work at
I get a job working at a portrait studio, and decide that maybe photography is my new calling
I realize how superficial I am when we go ring shopping
I also realize that all women are superficial and thow the whole idea out the window

So here is June, mid month, and well, I am still reading my 400 page romance novel I started a few weeks ago (shockingly) and after my review, my life has been somewhat of a bore these last few months. I need to spark something. I have no clue what that is but, I believe it is about to smack me right in my face any moment (possibly when I least expect it- Like now... or... how bout now?). Anyhow, I hate how my life is revolving. I hate not having direction. Being 24 sucks. Especially when you don't know what you want. All of the sudden you realize that you are no longer just out of high school and you maybe think that that was an actual grey hair in the mirror or perhaps, your boobs do look less boisterous 3 years ago.
MEH, Im getting old... I think I just need a eyebrow wax and a degree to cheer me up.
Till next time,
Becca

Not as complicated as one thought...

2005-09-23T21:28:00.000-07:00

I was recently asked what I look for in a relationship. I had thought about it briefly and the spouted off attributes like trust, loyalty, honesty…but after giving it a considerable amount of thought and in retrospect to the past few months I realized something of utter importance in reference towards relationships and love as well.
Simply put, be based on those things at all- yes, they should definitely be present in a relationship, yet, it’s more so how that person makes you feel not only as a person but, also how that person contributes to your own happiness.
The fact that just seeing or smelling that other person can throw another into a state of pure ecstasy is almost ridiculous- yet it is certainly possible. When that person is indefinitely on your conscious and that tingling feeling never seems to quite vanish surely it can be a distraction- but a definite welcomed one. A simple smile or even the sound of ones voice can turn any state of unhappiness into pure delight is prodigious. When a persons flaws become beautiful to you, surely they are extraordinary. When someone long lingers in your mind and heart long after they are gone, when each new day because more special than the last yet the first is still as important as today- that is unheard of.
I don’t think I and for that matter anyone can ever fully describe what a relationship or being in love should be, but I know that it is a everyday process and just experiencing what I have in the past few months and learning what I have has been incredible.

Table Hussy

2005-05-16T09:56:00.000-07:00

Table Hussy
Originally uploaded by gymnfly1.

I had a amazing weekend to say the least! I was off to canmore for a competition with my girls and they did awsome (I was hoping for a top half finish and that's what I got). I had more fun though out of the gym than in. I spent what little down time I had taking in the sights of Banff. Shopping (yes, we played the part of the tourist) was fun- like always- mind you I spent a little too much time selecting sunglasses only to lose them less than a hour later. We also got a chance to discover the Banff Spring Hotel. Let me tell you - It was remarkable! Amazing to say the least. I managed to actualise the act of personifying myself as a unabbriviated raving lunatic (as seen above) and experienced complete hilarity from the whole ordeal. I think a person needs that (being potty that is) once in a while and I am glad I got to do it. There are so many places to uncover there. So many areas to crawl into and get in trouble for- but the amazing part- we where laughed at and not scolded. I assume the staff deemed us to be staying there so they could have cared less anyhow. There was this amazing wing with 3 ball rooms- and of course- there was a grand piano- so in we broke and I played away and satisfied my yearning to tinkle. It was a amazing day and the company was even better so- I just wish there was more time to wonder around and "explore new areas" but I guess we will have to wait till later in the summer.

Uncovering the Mask

2005-05-04T23:21:00.000-07:00

Have you ever noticed what transitions people go through when they meet a person of special interest? Why is it that there is instant comouflage placed when this happens? At first- the two people are quiet and shy- stable questions are asked like "where do you work" or "have any siblings?" and each person tries to put their best foot forward and impress the other. The next stage usually becomes more in-depth- both parties are a ittle less "nervous" and more probing questions are put into play. One or the other person attempts to flirt but each is still reserved and both are usually hindering whom they really- still trying to capture the others attention. This is where I think we all make the mistake. I know that what really captures my attention about a person I am interested in is the little things that they do or say when they are not too caught up trying to portray the perfect person. Things like the way they play with their food or swirl their juice, how they say certain words or the little habits they aquire. This is what draws the person to or away from another. Slowly as they spend time with each other- the real self is unconcealed. They start doing the everyday things the usually would. We slowly move into a more comfortable stage and are free to express whom we are instead of trying to mask ourselves with entireness. I guess deep down we all are afraid of letting people see whom we really are ang being judged for it- it's part of the socialization process perhaps. We are learned to fear rejection and humiliation. We have learned that being less than perefect is failure. Well, I say to hell with failure- just be yourself.

The life long goal list

2005-04-27T22:13:00.000-07:00

I was inspired today for no apparent reason to make a list of things I want to do or experience. So, here goes

#1- Try something really stupid, and do it just once more to make sure it was indeed really lame
#2- FInd someone who compliments me well, perhaps marry
#3- Travel through Europe and take the underground train
#4- Play the grand piano on a really big stage to confront my fear- and play well
#5- Sing karaoke just once (another fear factor)
#6- Write a column for a newspaper just once
#7- Have one picture I have taken published
#8- Judge a national competition
#9- Get a degree- in anything
#10- Coach elite gymnasts
#11- Play Rhapsody in Blue by George Girshwin, and Chopins Polonaise #6 and Liszt Hungarian Rhapsody #2
#12- Run a 5 km run
#13- Grow a plant without killing it first
#14- Leap out of a perfectly functioning plane with a small pack attached to my back that is expected to open up and save my little soul before I plunge to my death- Just once
#15- Learn to swing dance and do it great
#16- Invent something really cool
#17- Stay at the Banff Springs Hotel
#18- Shower under a waterfall
#19- Do a really cool dive (back 2 1/2, barani back 1 1/2)
#20- Make a huge bang
#21- Bring up Emma and have her happy and let her achieve her goals

A little realization

2005-04-24T02:16:00.000-07:00

I get up this morning and realize that I have had only a sparse amount of sleep. I blink. Look at the alarm clock and force myself to lug out of bed. I moan as I sit at the end. Turn and look into the mirror. I almost scream because I do not recognize who is in it at first. Yeah, it's that bad. BRRRR. I gripe about leaving the comfort of those warm covers and immediatly deplore the fact that I havn't a stitch on. Up I go.
"UGH!"
It hurts me. I am stiff all over from the previous days work out. Why do I do this to myself? I visit the lavatory and look in the mirror once again.
Not quite the same as it was 3 years ago.
I look at my face.
Not bad except for the bits of mascara that refused to remove itself from under my eyes in the shower last night. I have some smile lines. Nothing botox couldn't fix if it really bothered me. Not a gray hair on my head. This is good. I also remind myself that I just dyed it 3 weeks ago and there just maybe could be one in there somewhere. All the same-that's what Ferria is for.
I admire that I haven't formed a double chin. I pull my head down to my neck. Well, there it is. I remind myself not to do that anymore. I look at my chest.
We have issues.
You are not where you where when I was 18. I peek down at them.
"We're fighting! "
Well, I could get those fixed if I really wanted to too.
Meh, they are fine. That's what a bra is for and honestly- it's almost more of a bother when they are bigger.
Turn around.
I shouldn't have done that.
They are a faint hint but I still see them. I thank Emma for them and remind myself that that too- can be fixed but I also realize that they are there because of her and in a sense take pride. I just have to figure a way of keeping them hidden when I choose to go out in public in nothing but a mini bikini.
I put it in the back of my mind.
All of these things could be fixed if I really wanted to. But, then what kind of person would I be if I changed them. Nature, in a sense, yes is cruel, but in another, it's a good thing. Kinda kicks you in the ass and makes you realize that your not going to be young forever.

Beauty Fades, but Dumb is Forever

2005-04-16T14:57:00.000-07:00

Beauty.
A recent conversation of such started turning the crank. What is it exactly? What defines beauty or makes one "beautiful". I ponder more now than ever my own definition. Do I look through the eyes of social context and attempt to grasp their understanding of physical attributes? Or, do I scrutinize and try to understand the more submerged mien?
It's easy to critisize from societys frame of reference. Tangible beauty is usually viewed and commented to be a important factor. It is, after all, the first distinguishment that we make. Their physique, facial features, skin color, hair, physical styIe and outward presentation - all of that is a deciding factor for determining if someone is beautiful. If one holds no fragment of material attraction and fails to meet with the status quo of society - often they are disregarded leaving behind nothing but a reliance on wit and inginuity.
But what about the inner self? Does that not too exemplify beauty as well? Does is not have any contribution? I have learned that long ago- physical beauty is exaggerated and overemphasized on. Yet, some people cannot simply get past the physical realm. I sometimes of course am guitly of that but who isn't? We are all biased persons and it's in our nature (or perhaps a nurtured matter) to do so. Initially, we are unable to reach out to further exploration, inept to close the palpable door and open a more profound and mattersome entry. We all crave to have that sexy, alluring and pulchritudinous partner- but once you have that person- is it really what you wanted in the first place? Do they have more than their physical beauty to sustain themselves? One can not perpetuate physical beauty forever so there has to be something more to contribute.
Personality, intellegence,ones demeanor, etc. This all plays a important part of beauty as well. Take for instance, upon meeting someone, they are georgeous and the perfect figmant your imagination could have ever conjured up. But, after conversing and learning about them you find that they may lack all of those internal features that perhaps came second to you. Now, is that person truly as appealing as intially thought? Physical appeal last only for such a length and when one has no heart or spirit- what else have they to offer? Some yes only seek to find this physical beauty and disregard all else,but for the rest of society who seek perhaps happiness and longevity, we usually are able to seek out those whose beauty is truly relevent, felicitous, and compliments not only them but ourselves as well.

Change is not Good!!

2005-04-14T13:56:00.000-07:00

Out at walmart this morning. A bit disorientated due to lack of sleep but other than that chipper as can be- that is until I wondered outside and saw that it was raining then realized that my windshield wipers are still not working. Anyways, I head on in and hit the clearnce rack. Nothing in the womens section. I head to the "Intimate Apparel" section... I notice the change right away. Where is the clearnce section. It's gone. Poof- just like that. I am mystified by the occurance and frantically wonder about searching for any signs of my beloved CS. I finally spot it. A small rack. There you are. And what goodies it has on it today! I managed to scoop up my fair share of brazilian tangas in each color before anyone else relocates the rack and bolt. I grab one in each color- for only 2 bucks a pair- really, can you go wrong? Anyhow, I finish my path I usually take, grab some Charmin Ultra ( i was down to a roll) and some herbal essence hair spray at the same time and decided to go home. I get there only to find a slight "drip, drip" noise coming from my bedroom. I wearily look around the corner. My pillows- MY FAVORITE PILLOWS- are drenched. There is water leaking in from the cocking stuff on the cealing and to make matters worse- the carpet was starting to get wet in the corner in my closet. Great. Just Great. So, besides having a soaking bed to sleep in tonight and a lack of my fav pillow.. its just gonna be swell... Im being a muffin.. yes I am.

They poked me!!!.. I need a hug...

2005-04-13T20:07:00.000-07:00

They poked me!!!.. I need a hug...
Originally uploaded by gymnfly1.

Male Nurse Please

2005-04-13T18:53:00.000-07:00

So I did my good deed today. I donated blood. For some reason I feel good about letting a pack of blood hungry nurses (mostly male I might add!) come at me with a syringe and tubies and I feel no pain when they poke and prod for there 30 minutes. It’s the Heme test they do at the beginning that gets to me though. I flinch and whine like a big baby. Of course, since I'm such a regular (I go every time and its usually the same team that comes down), they tease me like mad. I have a hard time passing that test- it’s usually a 50/50 chance. I am usually extremely low or plump and ready to go. Anyhow, I go in and get ready to give and everything is going smoothly. I am number 16 and it only takes about 15 minutes before I go in for questioning. They ask the funniest questions!
Have you ever had sex...
Have you ever had sex with a man who has sex with another man?
Have you ever had sex with someone who has HIV?
Do you have HIV? (No, im here for my bi monthly HIV test-DUH!)
I mean... half these questions where a little bizarre. I can understand the HIV one but who honestly has sex with someone knowing that there partner has HIV? Or what straight man is actually going to admit he has had a rendezvous with another man? Anyways, questioning I get through. Now, for the BP and temp test. First time.
I’m dead.
BP is 90/23.
Second time.
Still dead.
BP is 40/20.
Fix the damn machine!
Finally, she gets a reading of 105/65- finally. I place my "use my blood" sticker on the sheet and off I go to the Vampires. I choose the left and find myself a nice comfy looking pool lounge chair. Nursy puts on the cuff, asks me to squeeze once and out pops the good ol cephalic vein. It has been through this many times before (it even has a permanent puncture scar to boot!) so it knows its job. "JUICY". Yes, she actually said juicy then elaborated with "you have great veins". I look at her like she’s on crack. Whatever lady. She cleans with alcohol and takes the icky iodine out and starts coloring my arm. I swear she though she was Van Gogh the way she went about it. Anyhow, out comes the syringe, I peak away and its in like butter. Now realize that I am the worse bleeder. It usually takes me about 30 minutes to do a pint. So after 2 people get in and out my bag by then is usually full. For some reason I always get shit for taking so long. Its not as if I do it deliberately. If one of them wants to sit and have a little chat with my ticker and tell it to pump faster and harder to get the bloody (no pun intended) stuff out - be my guest... It's usually one of these two things...
"You’re not squeezing!" (But I always squeeze) or " Your still HERE!?!?!?"
No, I am a figment of your imagination. Of course I’m still here. Anyhow, I fill up and along she comes. Yes, I get a woman this time. I knew I should have gotten a guy cause the damn nurse decides she is going to pull off the BP cuff and try and to take the frigan needle with it. OUch. Yes, it hurt. The male nurse cringed and I swore under my breath. She apologized. Well, to make matters worse - the male nurse who witnessed it all comes at me before I leave with a role of purple horse tape to tape up my entire elbow. I am the only one in the whole place with a huge purple bandage around my arm. I look like a freak. He says its so I don’t hemorrhage under the skin. I am told to wear this thing for 12 hours. YEah Right! It came off as soon as I hit the car. Anyways, I will not let that little savage Vampire come at me again... I'll remove it myself next time. Anyways, at least I got a free timbit out of the deal.
A little hint for next time perhaps,
"wear a string of garlic to ward off the evil ones"

Moving Forward

2005-04-08T13:42:00.000-07:00

Regret. Its a powerful thing. Makes you think twice of what should or could have been. I hold regrets of course but constant reminder is never dwelled upon. I enjoy not regretting for two reasons - it brings up the past and the past should stay behind you. The second reason- it only make you feel like total and utter shit. I don't know about anyone else but I certainly hate feeling like that. Whenever I feel regret creeping upon me I tend to surround myself with what makes me happy- call it avoidance but I think it isn't nessesary in life. Yes, it makes one think of what should have been but I believe in looking forward- not backward- like I have discussed many times before- you control what happens in life- take responsibility... then perhaps that will lessen regret.

My new Favorite Song

2005-04-08T13:41:00.000-07:00

When the road gets dark
And you can no longer see
Let my love throw a spark
And have a little faith in me

When the tears you cry
Are all you can believe
Just give these loving arms a try, baby
And have a little faith, faith in me

CHORUS:
Have a little faith in me
Have a little faith in me
Have a little faith in me
Have a little faith, faith in me

And when your secret heart
Cannot speak so easily
Come here baby
From a whisper start
To have a little faith in me

And when your back's against the wall
Just turn around and you will see
i will catch your, i will catch your fall
Just have a little faith, faith in me

Have a little faith in me
Have a little faith in me
Have a little faith in me
Have a little faith, faith in me

Well, I've been loving you for such a long long time
Expecting nothing in return
Just for you to have a little faith in me
You see time, time is our friend
'Cause for us there is no end
And all you gotta do is have a little faith in me
I will hold you up, i will hold you up
And your love gives me strength enough to have a little faith in me
oh, have faith , oh, darling
Have a Little Faith In me
Faith

A placebo please

2005-04-08T13:11:00.000-07:00

It is 10 in the morning. I have rollers in my hair and I am wondering around in my bathrobe with 2 different colors of sox with a can of peaches in hand and a fork (god forbid I dirty any dishes). How did I manage to get myself into this state. Well I had to watch a movie by myself last night and insomnia loomed over me for a good 3 hours after that then I decided that I was going to read a entire book as well. I didn't get to sleep until about 4 this morning. Classes are almost finished so I am allowed to sleep in- that is until I hear a certain someone playing with the door stopper and all I hear in a "BOINGGGGGGGG" every 5seconds. I don't mind really. I just should take some sleeping pills before bed so I'm not so unpleasent in the AM... speaking of which....Did I also mention I have morphed into a pill popping tyrant? Actually, I better explain that one before anyone thinks inappropriatly of me. It started with a multi vitamin and the regular "Pill"... now, mornings consist of that plus a energin, detox, and 3 B6B12. I guess I am taking this new diet to an extreme. It's nice because I have had these sitting in my cupboard for god knows how long (yet not long enough to expire) and I am finally putting them to use. I have felt no difference cause this is Day 3 . Maybe they are just a placebo and a mere figmant of my imagination just to make me more "mentally alert". Half the time I wonder about medications and if they really do what they indeed are supposed to. Take advil. half the time it doesn't work. I don't take it often at all so there is no built up immunity to it (can you build a immunity to that anyways?)... and what about those psychiatric medications? Do they really affect people or is it all just a mental circus show to reveal just how powerful the mind is? Either way, I guess the world will never know because if that be the case then the pharmacy industry would go down the drain.

New Directions

2005-04-04T00:09:00.000-07:00

So this last month has flown by. I have not accomplished anything really amazing- yet I have made some final decisions that will impact my life enormously (I have decided moving to Lethbridge is best and that I am indeedly starting a new "healthier Lifestyle"). I am quite excited about these decisions and to be frank scared to death of both.
Moving to Lethbridge means total indedependence. No more people to rely on but myself. It will be a great time of growth perhaps and a realization that I am infact more independent than I thought I was. School will be fun. I am looking forward to the program. I only have 3 years left then I am finished. I have not decided if I will go for my PHD mind you I know that placing a "DR" infront of my name has always been a family dream (but this is for me not them)...
In a way, now that I really have thought and talked about it with my "family" I am scared. I thought all this weekend about it when I was driving up there. Where would I live? I don't know anyone but a handful of people there. In a sense moving to Massachusetts would have made more sense - but as my very own mother put it - I need this. I need to breakaway.

As for my new healthier life style- it started on Tuesday. I kicked the low carb diet to the curb and am now on a "canada food guide" edition (don't get me wrong- I am still going to watch my carbs just not to where the extent I was)- I am frighted to death honestly of gaining. I know it will happen but someone made me realize that my health now and in the future is more important than anything and that I was/am driving everyone nuts around me when it came to my Diet Frenzies. Oh, that reminds me- I forgot to take my vitamin today... damn....

2005-03-21T21:18:00.000-08:00

I was in Lethbridge over the weekend for the Moonlight run. I didn’t run. I held the door for about 1500 people. I found it quite funny out of all those people- I counted- I got 12 thank you’s! Only 12. People these days lack manners. Anyways, I am glad I didn’t run. 2 reasons. The damn hill was over 1.5 km long and you had to run down and up. I would have either skidded my lip going down or tried to piggy back all of the runners on the way up. And the other reason was because I wouldn’t have been able to move at all the next day. I did however get some shopping done. I also got to jot down some potential apartments as well seeing as I am 8 chances out of 10 going to be living there next year ( I am still not 100% though- so no taking my word yet!). Anyways, it was a interesting weekend to say the least. The best part I think was seeing the small group under the "Unemployment Building" sharing a bottle of cheap beer. A pet peeve I have of the city is that not one intersection seems to have light sensors so you are sitting at the set of lights at 1 in the AM waiting for it to change. You can't run through because right in front of you sits a police station. That was fun. It's a alright city I guess. I think I may be displaying some prejudice because it's not Medicine Hat aka Home. It does have a fun mall though and a cosco - so I was stoked about that (Im such a consumer in that aspect). Anyways, I am heading down there again at the beginning of April so maybe this time I will be able to check out the Campus.

The Butterfly Effect

2005-03-14T21:13:00.000-08:00

No. This is not about the movie.
What is the butterfly effect. Well, lets say its similar to having ADD. You constatly space out, change subject when not anticipated ( I like to call this variety?!), and come up with the stangest comments at the most unanticipated times. When this happens someone usually points it out by saying " butterfly" like they where talking to a 4 year old child.
I do this often. I didn't know just how often until I read my last entry. I am such a bubble at moments. I have concluded that my friends are correct. They are constantly telling me I have the attention span of a grasshopper. I suppose it doesnt help when you get up to do something and loose your "track", but still, it's quite pathetic and annoying at points. I should really work on this matter - especially in my writings - but its not as if Im writing for the NYTimes now is it?!
Tea anyone?

Dating expectations of a Bull

2005-03-13T15:17:00.000-08:00

I'm still cracking up over this - but I do see a little truth in it

If you are dating a taurus, understand that this person is a one-woman man or a one-man woman (unless Gemini predominates elsewhere in the natal chart). Primarily interested in security, this being is looking to settle down and doesn't need a lot of movement. Preferring routine activities and traditional, established pleasures, this person is happy to continue on with whatever he or she has been doing for years. You will need to be able to fit somewhat into this already settled routine.

You will attract his or her attention by giving gifts of quality; ticky-tacky is a turnoff for these practical souls. Known for their good taste, you will be more interesting to this being if you value yourself. Paying attention to your clothing and hair will help to show him or her that you understand the importance of appearance. Taureans love to stay home and get cozy in their nests. Their idea of a good time is to rent a bunch of videos and veg out on the couch or in the easy chair. They also enjoy gourmet foods and fine wines and will often have highly developed culinary abilities. These souls can definitely be won over through their stomachs, so dig up your best recipes and give it a try. They do, however, sometimes resemble their animal, the bull, in that they cannot be pushed; you will see some real digging in if you try. Gentle persuasion is a much better tool with these people. You also should be aware that, in general, they often need to ponder each word that you speak before being able to give you an answer. Allowing these souls a moment to think before expecting a response will result in a much happier relationship.

Taureans also have a real need for security; you won't make points by squandering assets or avoiding saving. These beings need to have a home base which belongs to them and where they know they can retreat to in times of trouble. A nest egg for rainy days is also an essential here.

Just get the damn meaning right!

2005-03-12T13:50:00.000-08:00

I dont understand how society came about doing this - but it has managed to give one word like 8 different meanings. Im talking in reference to love. I suppose you have to consider the source it is coming from. When a woman is asked to determine what love is - we spout of various meanings and values that it holds. Men, on the other hand - run. That's right. You mention the word and the leave in a flash. What is it that they percieve the word to be? Why- or how have men come to the conclusion that love is a scary thing. Well, I think it's all in how they percieve it. For instance, women often see love in two lights (my own opinion really). The first is the act of feeling love. The second is being "in love". Feeling love is less complicated than being in love is. Loving someone can simply mean caring, wondering, worrying, having that warm sensation when you are around them, respecting them, telling them what they may need to hear even if they don't want to hear it, trust, never doing anything that would hurt the other person, consideration, etc, etc- the list goes on. But being in love- that is what I think men are afraid of. Being in love means commitment. It means that- hey- you are right for me. Being in love is much more complex. Men hate complex details. This is why they run. They need to realize that love comes in many forms from a female perspective and that perhaps looking at what level of love their partner is at - perhaps that 4 letter word is not so scary.
(for you Lana)

Confused - How do I fix this?

2005-03-08T12:09:00.000-08:00

Confused - How do I fix this?
Originally uploaded by gymnfly1.

I bought some new undies the other day and they broke. Damnit! I had not even had the chance to wear them yet! From now on read the label before washing... Hang to dry.

Try this...its a good laugh...

2005-03-07T00:39:00.000-08:00

only if you have nothing to hide... this is fair warning

http://www.crush007.com/love.cgi?id=1110172745cdn

Think you really know me???....

2005-03-06T23:27:00.000-08:00

.... Officially, the worlds longest blog entry...

-first grade teacher's name: am i supposed to remember that?
-last word you said: hahaha
-last song you sang: True - ryan cabrera
-last thing you laughed at: um, trevor calling himself a re-re
-last time you cried: Girls cry?... lol.... today
.PRESENT.
-what's in your cd player: I dont use one - but if i did - a mixed Cd
-what color socks are you wearing: I'm not wearing socks
-what's under your bed: um, a broke part of my bed, prob some toys and some books from last semester maybe -and perhaps the last man that pissed me off... lol IM JK!
-what time did you wake up today: um, like 12:30 or later
.FUTURE.
-what is your career going to be: A gymnastics coach, a psychologist...
-where are you going to live: um by the looks of things, lethbridge...but long term - i have no clue
-what kind of car will you drive: Lol, anything that is fun, reliable and doesnt emitt harmful gases into our biosphere!
.CURRENT.
-current hair: medium, fluffy, reddish brown
-current clothes: My underwear
-current jewelry: silver hoop earrings, my R initial
-current annoyance: work, school
-current smell: mmm... *sniffs*... cool water and echo by Daridoff - the usuall
-current longing: sleep and a vacation
-current desktop picture:it changes every 5 minutes, the Mac versions
-current favorite music artist: I don't even know. I can't pick one.
-current book: The gift of Fear
-current worry: school
-current hate: my inablity to concentrate today (which is often)
-current favorite article of clothing: La Senza bra, cami and my laces
-line from the last thing you wrote to someone: um, bye bye
-i am happiest when: everything falls into place and ppl are actually on the same page as I - and - when I have no worries...
-favorite authors: I don't know, I'm undecided. maybe the dude who wrote mars and venus
-do you think too much: Yeah, I over think things. I think it is a problem sometimes cause I over analyze and throw things out of proportion
-if you could live anywhere in the world, where: Um, anywhere hot and cool at the same time with a thermostat control and of course by a beach and some mountains... lol
-famous person you have met: um, svetlana boginskya, Yelena Zamalichikova (spelling?), Kylie Stone?, Kyle Shewfelt?, all gymnasts
-sex or love: mmm.. thats a tough one...cant it be both?
-favorite coffee: black with some sugar containing aspertane
-favorite smell: the ones i can smell right now, and chlorine (i know, its weird)
-Annoyance: dishonesty, not being upfront epspecially when i know they are not... that really gets my panties in a twist
-what is your best quality: I have no idea-- I guess that I'm overly honest, I always give ppl the benifit of the doubt even when I know maybe I shouldn't, I can be very understanding
-are in currently in love/lust: no and yes
-what's the craziest thing you have ever done: oh gosh, i gotta think
-any bad habits: f*ing with my cuticles to the point where they bleed... not wearing socks.. biting my nails and ranting on when Im drunk
-do you find it hard to trust people: No, I'm too trusting most of the time.
-last thing you bought yourself: gas
-bath or shower: Both - depends really
-favorite season:June - I like that month and september cause its beautiful
-favorite color: grey blue, purple, soft pink, ... i dont know... there's too many to choose from
-favorite time of day: that moment just before you close your eyes
-gold or silver: titamium and Platinum
-any secret crushes: yes
.FASHION.
-how many coats and jackets do you own: Like, eight?
-favorite pants color: jeans
-most expensive item of clothing: A dress I bought (actually a few)
-most treasured: My r initial and a sea shell
.YOUR FRIENDS.
-do your friends know you: Very few of my friends really -know- me, although I appear to be very transperent.
-what do they tend to be like: Fun, outgoing, trustworthy for the most part
-can you count on them: some of them
-can they count on you: yes, of course, thats what makes us friends isnt it?
.LAST.
-last book you read: mars and venus dating
-last movie you saw: Seabiscuit
-last movie you saw on the big screen: that one with will smith and hes the dating guy-halarious
-last show you watched on tv: um, lol.. american Idol?
-last song you heard: lol.. now, its don't by Shania Twain
-last thing you had to drink: H2O
-last thing you ate: coleslaw
-last time you showered: this afternoon
-last time you smiled: today
-last time you laughed: this afternoon
-last person you hugged: wow, oddly its been a while- a true hug? - no, Emma
-last person you kissed: Emma
-last person you talked to online: John
-last person you talked to on the phone: Mike
.DO YOU.
-smoke: no
-do drugs: no
-drink: sometimes
-sleep with stuffed animals: as much as I hate to admit it, occasionally, yes.
-have a dream that keeps coming back: a couple
-play an instrument: piano...I used to play sax ( can you picture that?) and I used to play the violin for like 2 years
-believe there is life on other planets: maybe - sure- why not?
-read the newspaper: If I get it for free - somtimes online
-have any gay or lesbian friends: yes and siblings too
-believe in miracles: sure
-consider yourself tolerant: I put up with a lot of shit sometimes
-consider police a friend or foe: I've never had a problem with the police - until - they gave me a ticket
-like the taste of alchohol: if I am drunk heck yes!
-have a favorite stooge: curly
-believe in astrology: not so much - but I will read my horoscope once in a while
-believe in magic: sure
-pray: not really... maybe
-go to church: no
-have any secrets: plenty
-have any pets: Kosmo my fish
-go or plan to attened college: I am attending and will be prob attending U of L next year
-talk to strangers: to often, and usually they initate conversation.
-have any piercings: just the ears, I used to have the belly done
-have any tattoos: I will before this year ends. I swear it.
-hate yourself: I like me.
-wish on stars: Sometimes I do
-like your handwriting: not really, it's readable, but not fantastic
-believe in witches: nah
-believe in ghosts: yes - I swear I had one in my room last week - ask me about it - scared the shit outta me
-believe in santa: lol, are you fucking kidding me?.. oops... did I just violate my own belief?
-believe in the easter bunny: get out of here, what am I, seven?
-believe in the tooth fairy: His name is Doctor Kirshaw, and he took my teeth AND my money.
-have a second family: I don't know if I'd call them family, but they're a part of me, sure.
-trust others easily: I'm too trusting, you asked this already
-sing in the shower: Yes, and I like it and my neighbors can't stand it..

Layers.... I dont know.. I just cut and pasted the damn thing.--
Name: Becca
-- Birthdate: April 30, 1982
-- Birthplace: Medicine Hat
-- Current Location: Same place
-- Eye Color: blue-grey
-- Hair Color: Auburn
-- Height: 5'6 and a bit
-- Righty or Lefty: righty yet try to be a lefty
LAYER TWO:
-- Your heritage: lol.. wow... ok, here goes dutch, german, french, I know there is more... its rediculous i cant remember
-- Your weakness: too trusting at points, I fall to easy (seriously- i have the balance of a 2 year old when not on a 4 inch plank)
-- Your fears: being too far away from shore to swim back, lol... no... i dunno, big bugs, bees, wind (tornados), men are scary sometimes
-- Your perfect pizza: Oh how i hate atkins at this point... veg with cheese and cheese, pepper, tomato, mushroom, pinapple
-- Goal you'd like to achieve: Awsome coach, great mom, lol.. a degree eventually and marry bill gates... lol.. Im kidding!
LAYER THREE:
-- Your most overused phrase(s) on MSN: Lol and ack, WTF
-- Your thoughts first waking up: snooze button??? and what i have to do that day
-- Your best physical feature: um, I dunno, eyes maybe? i like to think my butts in the ok field.. you tell me?
-- Your bedtime: now (snore)... lol.. whenever I permit
-- Your most missed memory: that’s a stupid question. Think about that.
LAYER FOUR:
-- Pepsi or Coke: Coke...?
--Macdonalds or BK: um, subway
-- Single or group dates: um , i like both... but a little personal time is desired once in a while
-- Adidas or Nike: neither - im too cheap
-- Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: I don’t drink either. crystal lite
-- Chocolate or vanilla: Vanilla with a lil choc
-- Cappuccino or coffee: Coffee
LAYER FIVE:
-- Smoke: no
-- Cuss: I hate too - its not ladylike but sometimes madatory
-- Sing: yes - when no one can hear me
-- Take a shower every day: Yes
-- Have a crush(es): Yes
-- Do you think you've been in love: Oh yes. I don’t think there has been a point in my post-12 year old life when I wasn’t convinced I loved someone.... lol.. but honestly in love? well.. thats a tough one... i almost married someone - until I reevaluated the situation... so now i have confused me cause there are too many definitions of love
-- Want to go to college: Been there, am there, leaving soon to upgrade
-- Like high school: hated it
-- Want to get married: one day, provided I learn the fine art of comprimise and find that right person
-- Believe in yourself: Sure!
-- Get motion sickness: when you spin me very fast
-- Think you're attractive: Sure - sometimes- when im not hungover and tired
-- Think you're a health freak: maybe too much... i think i am
-- Get along with your parents: occasionally
-- Like thunderstorms: yeah, when its not windy and when there is someone to jump onto if I get scared
LAYER SIX:
In the past month . . .
-- Drank alcohol: yes
-- Smoked: no
-- Had sex: yes
-- Made out:yes
-- Gone on a date: yes
-- Gone to the mall: yes
-- Eaten an entire box of Oreos: god no!
-- Eaten sushi: Ew
-- Been on stage: yes
-- Been dumped: no
-- Gone skating: no... which sucks. I wanna go ice skating!
-- Shoplifted: never
-- Changed who you were to fit in: no
LAYER EIGHT:
-- Age you hope to be married: um... that’s not really an age to plan for.
-- Numbers and Names of Children: lol.. well.. right now Im content with one... maybe later... i dunno...
-- Describe your Dream Wedding: go away and do it on a vacation ( that being married and other activities of course)
-- How do you want to die: what kind of f*ing question is that!!!!
-- Where you want to go to college: we have been through this...
-- What do you want to be when you grow up: grow up?... i shall never!
-- What country would you most like to re/visit: irland would be cool, egypt would be dirty but fun, and somewhere in S.america would be fun
LAYER NINE:
In a guy . . .
-- Best eye color: blue
-- Best hair color: unimportant
-- Short or long hair: long enough for me to run fingers through
-- Height: not important.. perhaps taller than i?
-- Best weight: not ginormous
-- Best articles of clothing: the ones they’re not wearing (he he!)... lol.. Im jk!
-- Best first date location: something fun where both can relax and not worry
-- Best first kiss location: mmm.. tough call.. mouth? neck?, cheek is sweet
LAYER TEN:
-- Number of drugs taken illegally: no thanks=0
-- Number of people I could trust with my life: 1
-- Number of CDs that I own: a bajillion
-- Number of piercings: 2
-- Number of tattoos: 0
-- Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper?: quite a few
-- Number of scars on my body: Gross! I’m not counting my scars!
-- Number of things in my past that I regret: 3-- no no... four. then there are the little things that are unimportant, or forgiven.

A - Act your age - That only depends on what you think a 23 year old should act like.

B – Blunt- yes, at times

C - Chore you hate - If it's a chore, I hate it. Trust me.

D - Dad's name - Jan

E - Essential makeup item - Mascara, lip gloss

F - Favorite actress - Toss-up: I dont care as long as its a good job acting

G - Greatest Achievement- Emma, gymnastics, life

H – Hometown -Medicine hat

I - Instruments you play - piano... again..

J - Job title - gymnastics coach

K – Kids - one!!

L - Living arrangements -With emma , and whom ever stays over on the weekends

M - Mom's name - Marguerite

N - Number of people you've slept with - I shall not disclose... SHEESH.. get peronal why dont you

O - Overnight hospital stays - 2 - tonsils and emma

P – Phobia - Spiders, bees

Q - Quote you like - "Everything in life is either done because of love, or the lack there of." , and "We're fighting!"

R - Religious affiliation - None

S – Siblings - too many

T - Time you wake up - The alarm goes off at six.....

U - Unique habit: oh I have a bad brushing teeth habit, I always have my phone, i never leave the house without chapstick or lip balm, i always check my email way to frequently, and I leave the laundry basket in the laundry room

V - Vegetable you refuse to eat - Okra

W - Worst habit- Giving too much of a shit what other people think

X - X-rays you've had -mouth(teeth), ankle like a zillion times, hand, shoulder, a bone scan once

Y - Yummy food you make - Everything except cookies from scratch. I used to be able to make chocolate chip cookies in my sleep, but I haven't baked anything from scratch in such a long time that I've forgotten the recipie.

Z - Zodiac Sign - taurus

This should be interesting.....Im curious... please enlighten me... lol.. you guys know my email...
1. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
2. Am I lovable?
3. How long have you known me?
4. When and how did we first meet?
5. What was your first impression?
6. Do you still think that way about me now?
7. What do you think my weakness is?
8. Do you think I'll get married?
9. What makes me happy?
10. What makes me sad?
11. What reminds you of me?
12. If you could give me anything what would it be?
13. How well do you know me?
14. When's the last time you saw me?
15. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
16. Do you think I could kill someone?
17. Describe me in one word.
18. Do you think our friendship is getting stronger/weaker/or staying the same?
19. Do you feel that you could talk to me about anything and I would listen?
20. Are you going to put this on your blog/diary and see what I say about you?

The power behind it all...

2005-03-05T19:25:00.000-08:00

I went shooting today for the very first time. Quite interestingly enough I enjoyed most parts of it. It was a great way to relieve a little stress and focus on other things other than school and my personal life. Well let me tell you. There where 3 types of guns I got to shoot. A 22, a beretta and a 44. OMG. The 22 was easy - I could hit the bottles full of water easily. Now hand me the beretta and I got a little uneasy. Throw the 44 at me and I'll chuck it right back at you. If you don't know what a 44 is then let me indulge a little. If you have seen dirty hairy then you know exactly what type of gun. It has the spinny barrel thing and when you shoot it, it has so much kickback that it sends me runnning in the other direction. And loud. Unbelievably loud. My ears are still refusing to come out of hiding after that. Anyways, when you shoot a milk jug filled with H2O it literally blows the thing apart - so I get a full 110% reality check on how dangerous these things really are. I may just have to come out again and give it a whirl when my frustrations get the better of me.

I officially hate hills...

2005-03-05T10:45:00.000-08:00

The Geico Gecko
Originally uploaded by gymnfly1.

I retired my '90 Shadow this week (I think it's a requirement when smoke is coming out of the hood and through the vents) and upgraded to a '96 Sunfire. She is beautiful and I sported a great deal for her. Only one slight Ginormous problem- I havn't the slightest clue on how to drive the damn thing. Last night I decided to have a seat and would make a lousy attempt in driving it. Well, I must say I am proud of myself for not stalling on the first attempt- no- we save that for when we are turning off where everyone else happens to be turning off and do that about 4 times. 4 TIMES! Needless to say I was frustrated and embarrassed. Who in the heck stalls 4 times in less than 1.30 minutes? That would be this girl right here. Great fun to say the least. Another issue I am having is that nothing is in its right place. I can never find the light switch, god only knows how to turn on my street lights, I swear it is purposly hiding the trunk and hood "pop" thing and I know when I go to check the oil I will surely cry out of sheer confusion because the stick has run off. I could use the manual to locate all these "accessories" but the bull in me refuses to give in. I will succeed on my own! I give myself about a week before she is sitting at a autobody shop waiting to get a band-aid because I beat her up. All I need is another accident - it's not as if I'm paying enough for car insurance as it is. Where is that damn Gecko when you need him?

MORE RECENTLY...

2005-02-28T17:35:00.000-08:00

Originally uploaded by gymnfly1.

Just a small request...

2005-02-27T21:26:00.000-08:00

Would the person who lives above me please refraim from shower and such at frigan 4 in the gosh darn morning!.. Geeze... some people do enjoy there sleep once in a while.

Is it honestly this difficult to grasp?

2005-02-25T04:39:00.000-08:00

Car Sales men are scum. A generalization I am sure but it really gets my panties in a twist when they take you as a helpless, needy, easy-to-persuade woman who cannot possibly know a thing about a vehicle. Well, talking from my feminist side - Quit assuming this and get it out of your heads! Gosh, I just need a car and I know what I want. When you come up to me and I tell you specifically that I want a 4 door semi-sporty looking vehicle don't suggest a minivan or a frigan station wagon. Show me what I want so I can pay for my bloody car and get the hell out of there. Another thing. Don't wear cheap cologne - it only makes the matter worse.

A TRULY FANTASTIC RELEVATION...

2005-02-23T14:05:00.000-08:00

Life is a open book.. some just don't read the liturature too well, that's all.
I actually came up with that one on my own.
I believe that in life we all choose our own path. There are certainly circumstances guiding us to our decisions but I believe in whole we choose our fate. People are constatly blaming other sources for their own actions. But, how can this be when we are people of free will and choice! Our society demands this of us and we are constantly placing our responsibilities on others. I only need to say one thing. Grow up.

The Perfect Man

2005-02-21T20:43:00.000-08:00

Someone once asked me what my views of a perfect man where. I of course spouted off things that where totally unrealistic in men and vented away. I found myself thinking more about what a man should posses and what sorts of qualities he should have. I soon gathered a list - so here goes.
Becca’s Perfect Dream Man
He must respect himself. A man is almost in capable of love if he doesn't appreciate who he is first. He must have goals and aspirations and have a sense of self-gratification in life. He must have a open mind. He needs to be supportive and try to see the meaning in my crazy ideas sometimes. He is of high maintenance -but internally. He has to compliment me. Be sensitive and aware of his surroundings. He has to be quick to listen and slow to speak. He has to attempt to be understanding even if at first he sees no logic in my actions or words. He will trust me and know that if I say I love him will actually know that is what I truly mean. He will see the not so obvious in me and respect those attributes. Most importantly, he will take into consideration it's just not me and that I come as a package deal. He will embrace both of us and realize that my daughter is not a mistake but a gift and he will respect that. He will be faithful not only to me but to his morals and beliefs. He will stand for what is right and try to correct what is wrong. He will not lose hope if things are not always perfect because life is never perfect. He will see the ignorance in me and try to correct it. He will show affection but give me space when it is needed. He will console me when I cry and even though the reason may be totally ridiculous he will ignore the matter and just hold me.
For the goofy stuff,
He will say he loves gymnstics and it is truly the best sport in the world even if he truly doesn't mean so.He is willing to try the outrageous, and the unthinkable. That means if I feel like attaching a 454 to the back of a shopping cart then he's willing to jump on in with me just for thrills. He has to be able to sit through those sappy movies with me because I am willing to sit through his. He has to be able to bare the thought that I do belt out songs by artists like Keith Urban or Queen. Guilty I do plead. He has to be able to share his food with me and understand that sometimes I am possessive of mine (what woman isn't?). He has to be patient enough to go through the mall with me and not rush when I'm making that most ridiculous decision of weather my ass looks bigger in black or blue. He will be patient when I am getting ready even though my hair looked the same as it did 30 minutes ago. He will learn how to iron his shirt and fold correctly. He will know what hangers are used for and realize that some clothes do get hung up (I am a closet freak - who doesn't have their quirks?). He will realize that I am totally unrealistic at times and point that out...(waiting for her comments). A qualified or equivalent Swedish masseuse would be fantastic! He will understand that at points I am a total girl but at other times a total tomboy. He will laugh at my jokes even though they are usually pathetic. He should be open to learning how to dance. He will teach me how to do crazy "man" stuff. He will realize that when he is beginning to see two of me that he has had too much to drink. He will dance with me at the bar and perhaps when we are alone. He will shave yet sometimes leave that sexy stubble once in a while cause he knows it drives me nuts. He will pick out a tree and carve out names in it (ha! who actually does this anymore?) He will do all that cheesy stuff a man is supposed to do like take me to the drive in and try to sneak a kiss when he thinks no one is looking. He will be a great kisser. He is willing to learn how to kiss great. He will not change his thinking patterns and the way he is just because I am a total quack. He will realize that Diet Pepsi is in fact a food group. He will not lie to me when my ass does in fact look huge on a particular occasion. He will realize that I am indeed usually late for social gatherings and just come to the conclusion that being fashionably late is better anyhow. He will realize that this whole writing is coming completely from a unrealistic side of me and that this is just indeedly for fun. He will know that I do realize I am being completely irrational and that I know this man does not exist.
A woman can dream can't she?

How to play real hockey!

2005-02-20T17:00:00.000-08:00

Ok, so I was at the Roadhouse and every friday they play a shoot game where if you hit these panels you win something. Well, me myself and my inibriated state decided that we where most certainly going to play. Now realize that I know very little of the sport. I get up to the ball and take my stick and I try to pull off a happy gilmore only - backwards. I must say it was a beautiful golf swing straight to a mans side of the face. You could hear a crack as soon as stick hit his face. I did feel bad. I just don't understand why buddy didn't give in and just cry right there. I knew it hurt like hell. Everyone in the building knew it hurt like hell. Anyways, I take another shot and miss. 3 hours later I check up on Mr. I-stand-too-close. Yup. Puffy, Purple and swelling like a sponge in water. One week later - black eye and I take the liberty in bragging to everyone that I indeedly did place the shiner on this boys eye. I mean - how often does this occur? I had to take advantage of it!

2005-02-18T15:05:00.000-08:00

I was actually in the shower when I thought of this one... Where do I come up with this stuff?
I hate my stretch marks, but I love where they came from
I hate getting up at 5:30 in the morning, but I love the reason why
I can't stand studying, but I understand the outcome
I can't stand being cold, but I love what it means to warm up
I hate dropping my child off to day care, but I love to pick her up
I don't like divorce and separation, but I admire the peace it brings
I hate not knowing when I may die, but I understand that life is short
I hate money, but understand what it can do
I hate men, but I love them also
I can't stand fighting, but I agree with making up
I don't like hurting, but I know that's how one learns
I hate life in general but I also love it....
Isn't life a wonderful contradiction?

Screw Murphy, Screw his Laws

2005-02-09T15:55:00.000-08:00

I hate Murphy's Law. I am pretty sure that all of you know what it is but for those who don't it basically says this "If anything can go wrong, it will." It involves times when your standing in line for those tickets and as soon as you get to the front you find they just sold the last one to the person before hand, it's when your trying to pull your hair back with that only elastic you have and it breaks. It's when your going to the bathroom and all of the sudden you realize you have only 1/2 sheet of TP left and you just took a #2 (disgusting I know, but it happens to the best of us). Murphy's Law is the predicament of chaos. I am sure of it. I really am considering changing my last name because I swear I should have been a Murphy. Take today. Emma and I get in the car and a give her a little bite of banana only to have it come flying back at me with everything else that sat in her stomach. After scraping off the chunks and throwing her in the bathtub (by this time I am already 15 minutes last)we proceed out the door to the sitters. I am on my way to school and traffic is nuts. I get stuck waiting for a 40 car line up to the college only to get stuck behind a 3 car pile up and of course no one in the city of Medicine Hat has the decency to let me squeak on in. My phone is just about dead and I have no fruity computer this morning. The computers at school are all PC's and to make matters worse I had to park all the way at the end of the parking lot. I feel lost and totally estranged. I need a hug.

2005-02-04T19:41:00.000-08:00

I love ranting about nothing. In a sense it sort of keeps me grounded. Takes me back to my roots sometimes and even has me realize things about myself. I suppose thats why women vent and rant quite a bit. Not only is it a specified stress relief, but also a way of informing others of our feelings as well. Have you ever watched a woman vent? It is quite humorous. We tend to flail our arms, make ghastly facial expressions and overcome ourselves with irrational thoughts and feelings.. and apparantly we can keep in control when doing all of this. I find that last little factor hard to believe because I know that if I get doublely pissed off then I tend to go fruit loop and will do sometimes anything to set things right. But of course, that's just me trying to prove that I am never wrong... which in a sense I know is a fabricated lie only to myself. Why is it women always have to be correct? I used to be really bad for this until only recently I found that I am not always right (it's called self-discovery - you should try it sometime). Maybe it's the apologizing factor behind it all. Women frankly hate to be the first to apologize. We love to say we are sorry and maybe (yes, maybe) we overreacted a tad only after the male says it first - and of course he has to get down on his hands and knees and beg for forgiveness before we would even consider. I admire the patients men have with us at times. A guyfriend pointed out the other night that if a man ever hung up on a women or ever proclaimed that "we" are fighting then all hell would break loose, but once a women does this, men take it in strides and deal with the matter at hand. It is virtually inconcievable for a women to notice this factor. I, like every other, am guilty of this but I have also listened to the opposite sex and realized that we need to chill sometimes and realize that life is not so overdramatic.... We as women need to adopt a similar wrap of how we deal. Thats all I have to say.

Becca Curlz Me

2005-02-02T17:09:00.000-08:00

Becca Curlz Me
Originally uploaded by gymnfly1.

Yup, here I am....

Get off your ASS!!!

2005-01-19T16:05:00.000-08:00

Nothing irritates me more than seeing students using a backpack on wheels to tote around there belongings. What gets to me even more is that these students are the usually "larger" and by this I mean the usually obese students. It really gets my panties in a twist when I see this. I don't know if its just sheer laziness or the fact that they are able to afford the luggage because of their disability checks they receive in the mail. Either way. Yet another scenario. I was taking the elevator ( this is justifiable because my bag weighs about 30 lbs with all my books I tote around (without the wheels)and taking the stairs is just mean on my body... Anyhow, in walks twiggy with her pen. We ride up to the 3rd floor and exit the elevator. She is in front of me - with her pen and only her pen. She then proceeds to the doors, goes to open it, then decides that's too much work and presses the handicap door opener thing. I had to wait a extra 10 seconds because she was to damn impotent to open the door with her free hand. How lame was that - SO LAME!

A TRIBUTE TO MR. DYNAMITE

2005-01-08T22:15:00.000-08:00

That was the greatest movie - EVER! I recently saw it a few days ago and was highly impressed with his SKILLS. I think it deserves a Golden Globe. No, an Oscar. If people don't understand or interpret the movie then they obviously do not have any common sense what so ever. The first time I saw it I thought it was completely useless. The second time around however, it was brilliant. It portrayed the inner thoughts of high school outcasts and how they really should handle their problems. Outspoken, direct and to the point. VOTE FOR PEDRO!!!!... and Do What Ever You Want To Do.... GOSH!!!

New Years... a new begining perhaps?

2005-01-02T01:23:00.000-08:00

Another year - gone. Just like that. In a instant really. So, New years eve I contemplaited my wish and found one. It never came true. I don't think it ever will.
As for resolutions, I made a few. The 5 lb resolution is a given. Its always on the list.
As for the others, here goes.

1.To be the best mom
2. To be more upfront with people, let them know what and how I am feeling ( failing miserably so far)
3. To attain great grades this year
4. To see my grandma and family
5. To declare finally my intended major ( so far, this is a possibility of 4 or 5)
6. To be extraordinary
7. Move out of Medicine Hat by August ( dont know quite where)
8. Not stress out
9. Volunteer at at least 2 major functions this year
10. Do something nice for someone at least once a day ( that would entail 365 nice tasks)
11. Invent something

Some seam lame but I think its do-able.

Somewhat of Mass confusion

2004-12-14T20:52:00.000-08:00

Drama Drama Drama. Why is it that the human race has to create so much of it? I recently was thinking how brilliant it would be if there was just less of it. Relationships would flourish, optomism would increase and people in general would just be happier. Yes there are certain books on how to minimize ones dramatic ordeals and how to cope with certain situations - but who in gods names actually reads those? Not I that's for certain. Well, that is somewhat of a lie. I tried once to read "Men are from Mars... " I got to the second chapter and was so sick of the martian vrs. venetian crap I almost chucked. Men and woman are the same with the exception of a penis, some boobs and hormones. We think the same. We just have this preconcieved notion that we are different and thats what causes the drama. I say it is all reasoned insanity. We have all lost our minds completely and have accepted todays norms with open arms.
Lets take for example eating out. He asks what she feels like. She says subway and he secretly prays for Macdonalds. Now does she really want subway or is that a attempt to follow the norms of society and jump on the band wagon of dieters just so she can say she is in the loop or.. does she really want to say to hell with it and scarf down that delicious bacon double cheeseburger and a supersize fry with a non-diet coke? Yes a Non Diet coke. Heck YES!
I can sadly say I am one of these women. Well, not so much on the burger. It is the fact that society is the one that creates the tension just so we can indeedly conform with the rest of them just because Jarred says so. Well, to hell with Jarred. To hell with it all. I am sick and tired of being dragged along with sociological norms and I put my foot down.

Must I?

2004-12-09T22:09:00.000-08:00

For what occasion did I shave my legs for?
I really don't understand the concept of shaving your legs sometimes. Especially if no one is going to see them. I know that it's been almost 5 months since the last time anyone really cared what condition my legs where in. I recently just shaved my legs but the only reason was I wanted to wear a skirt to school. That is the only reason. I am the laziest person on earth when it comes to shaving. See, before yesterday, I swear I was coming close to that tree loving hippy in "Without a Paddle". Not as extensive but if I waited another 2 weeks, I bet I could have come in 2nd. There is so much primping and preening involved. You have to get the right razor and after two weeks of use with that one you gotta switch again cause those damn hair follicles start noticing a pattern and freaking out. Razors are frigan expensive to! My recent use was a Intuition. Great razor. All you needed was what it came with. You don't need any soap or gel or anything. It was absolutely magnificent and the fastest shave I had ever encountered, but of course I had to switch because my skin is so gosh darn sensitive. I do admit I have a pack of those cheap ass disposables in my vanity at my house - but that's only used for backup and if there happens to be some tragedy and the razor thief has invaded my household. So, let us just assume that I need to replace my disposables. So, back to the reasoning behind it. I just don't understand why men have to be so anal about it. We are not so picky about them shaving there faces so why do they have to be so insistant that we keep up with the program. They honestly have no clue what we must endure. There are so many process and in the end you usually end up with a couple of nicks anyhow. For the love of god! If I ever meet the man or woman who made shaving a law I am gonna kill em. Don't get me wrong, I think it is absolutely disgusting when I see hairy legs on girls. I really am just venting and of course if I ever think I am going to encounter the opposite sex - of course I will give in and de-fuzz myself.

I once tried to cook a chicken...

2004-11-08T14:55:00.000-08:00

Harriet Flies Once More

Today was a day of great accomplishments. I cooked achicken. I had made a deal with myself earlier that day- if I could
cook a chicken I could accomplish almost anything since my cooking skills are yet to be desired. Subsequent to the fact that I am indeed a vegetarian this opportunity knocks only once I suppose. You areprobably questioning why there would be a chicken in my house in the first place. I had it in my freezer for a roommate who had now moved on and left it (who in the hell leaves a frozen chicken behind?). I made my way over to the freezer and opened the door. It stared back at me clear as day with disgust as if knowing that this would be a challenge indeed. There she lay a frozen chicken the size of a football. I gently tugged the chicken out from the back through the masses of frozen vegetables, Tofu wieners, orange juice concentrate and anything else that doesn’t contain dead animal products. All of which I am sure where cursing at the chicken because it budded in line. Surely of course not knowing its fate and expecting a simple relocation to KC’s apartment -it didn’t know what was coming. I ran the water in the sink until it burned my hand, stuck in the stopper and let the water rise to half way. I picked > up the chicken from the counter top and looked at the label. " Granie Thriftee" Frozen frying chicken -Canada Utility Grade -Limit of Four $3.71. Interesting... what do they really mean by utility grade? I placed the chick! en in the hot bath and left it alone for a good 4 hours. Upon returning I stared at it. How nice it must feel to float in water all day...part of me wanted to join the poor soul. It was then that it hit me... this chicken needed a name! For some reason I called it Harriet. I poked at her for a few more minutes and relished the thought of how she bobbed up and down in the water. I gathered up some courage and did the unthinkable - I dunked her. Yes, the poor chicken went under. Now not nearly as firm and boisterous as she was at the beginning she was a tad bogged now and it was easy to make indentations
into her skin. I played with her for a while longer than and decided that it was time. I pulled the stopper and let her plunge to the bottom if the sink. I turned on the oven to 450 degrees (is that to high?) and returned to my new playmate. It was time to strip her down. She had been wearing this damn bag over her for to long. I retrieved a knife from the drawer and slowly but carefully cut around the top of the bag. She would not let go! Harriet apparently loved that bag so much cause she wouldn’t let go of it for the life of her. I made another incision ( by this point I was feeling much like a surgeon) down the belly ( or was it the back?) and she flew out of that bag in a hurry. I guess maybe she was feeling shock at this point- who knows. I tossed the bag aside and looked at Harriet. What a disgrace! I have never seen such a ugly specimen in my whole life. She had far to many wrinkles I could not tell which side was her breast and which was the rear let alone which was the neck and which was the ass. I inspected her for a considerable more amount of time just poking and prodding at her. I don’t think she minded very much but when I picked her up she sure was quick to jump back in the sink. Slippery little bugger she was! Then I saw it. A little opening. This must be the ass end! I flipped her over and their lay a flap at the other side. Curiosity
struck me. I wanted to know what was inside so I carefully lifted the flap, secretly fearing that something may jump out. Nothing. Just ahole. Curiosity struck me again. I ran the water and drowned poor Harriet in it. Out it came through the other side. I tell you, that is the quickest I have ever seen anything digested in my entire life. I took Harriet by the wings and spanned them out. I let her fly once more. After landing, I retrieved the pot from the cupboard, topped her off to the halfway
mark, cut up and onion, shed a couple of tears (mostly due to the onion but some for Harriet as well) and plopped her in. What a sad looking creature.
"Don’t look at me like that - its well past due for your time!" I told her.
I think she would have begged to differ.
She needed something else. SPICES! Of course. How could I forget? But what on earth do you frost a bloody chicken with???
Salt... Pepper.... and? I twirled my spice rack. Rosemary? No.. Oregano?.. not a chance. Basil? It couldn’t hurt could it? savory? What else do you use it for? I sprinkled away. If it was to much it didn’t matter anyhow because I wasn’t going to eat the poor thing. I made her look as best as she could then said my last good byes. On the top went and I stuffed her into the oven. Its not to hot for her is it? You idiot! It’s a frig’n bird! I sat down on the kitchen table and replayed the events in my head. What would it feel like to be Harriet? To be so brutally beheaded, then plucked and skinned, then tossed into a bag into a freezer? Then I thought about it more and realized I didn’t really care because I am a Vegetarian and I was the friend - not the enemy. I was the one who took self-glory in restoring any remaining pride the poor broad had left in her. She would make her final pass into the belly with dignity and respect. But the final question still lays.... Who
will eat her?

Frigan Crazy Alberta Drivers!!!

2004-10-30T15:00:00.000-07:00

So I am on my way home this morning and I'm taking a turn off the highway going to lethbridge. Some guy flicks his lights at me from on coming traffic... hello!... I don't have my high beams on! Then I go to turn and the jack ass behind me decides he's going to pass me - not on the shoulder but on the oncoming traffic side. Who in their right minds gives a licence to someone who does this?!??!?! I so would have been killed cause the asshole was going about 80KM's.... I had Emma in the back seat so let me tell you - No name that isn't in the Oxford Dictionary went unused. Well, there where some. What a great start to a lousy monday. And to top it all off - it's cold out. It's supposed to snow some more (I'm gonna hit who ever ordered this crap) and I shaved my legs yesterday so I could wear a skirt. I am still going to wear it even if I have to freeze my touchie (spelling?) off. I really don't care at this point. But I must say , I am having a wicked hair day.

NO MORE SPILLS!!!

2004-10-21T15:03:00.000-07:00

I had a brilliant idea this morning. I was on my way to school and then spilled half my breakfast on my car floor. To hell with paper cups, why not use a sippy cup? I mean it's perfectly logical as to why it would be much more effective on preventing the dreaded morning spill- every morning. I can't recall how many times I have spilled my coffee or tea in class, or witnessed someone else do the same thing. A sippy cup would solve all the problems. Just screw on the lid and go. When you want a gulp you just suck on the lid. No worrying about spilling or dripping on your shirt, you can get ones with handles so no need to "dress" up your cup with a sleeve and when in fact you do decide to wear that brand new white shirt to school you don't have to worry about getting your coffee on it like I did today!!! Gosh, I seriously am going to do this. It's most logical this way .. It really is. Maybe I will start a fad?!?!... Who's gonna join in with me???

Mother Nature is So Cruel

2004-10-19T15:02:00.000-07:00

I went bra shopping yesterday. By the sounds of that one can guess what todays beef is. Well, let me tell you! I had a miserable realization of just how mean nature is. Two years ago I was a boisterous full"34C"... then magically after Emma I was able to sustain a "36D" for 6 months. Now, after yesterdays event, I have come to realize that I am now a "33A" (I know what your thinking but 32 is just a wee to tight and 34 is just a wee to big). Talk about depressing. Why is it that everytime a woman loses weight their chest is the first thing to disapear?! The only place a woman doesn't mind having adipose deposits is on the chest. And what happens? It (being the boobs) packs up and leaves. It's as if there is a internal alarm that say "evacuate premices" and and the first thing to barge on out is our knockers. Back to my story though. I went to the Bay because of course they where having a actuall sale for once. I grabbed what I thought would fit and tried them on. Frustration set in fairly quickly and I made my way back to the rack. I picked out the next size down... again.. back to the rack. The third time was a success but also had me in tears. I am almost to the point where I have to compete with the walls. That is what this new size represents. I am pleased though because they actually have these little "bubbles" filled with air or water. But, I am at guard because if anyone where to mistakenly bump me with a pencil or poke me in the chest with anything remotely sharp would cause a shift in gravity and resort to lopsidedness.That being said I think I may just resort to implants.

Any suggestions?

2004-09-27T14:58:00.000-07:00

I love halloween. I hate the fact that my creative side decides to take a trip when that time of the year comes by though. I love it because it gives poeple a chance to really try to be something we are not and not completly suck at it. For women, its usually a viable excuse to dress up with the least amount of clothes and come to school in their thong and sports bra. Men, they get to be that superhero that they've always wanted to be (though some already carry that status without Halloween being needed). Anyhow, regardless, it gives us a chance to be whatever we want. Up until today, I had plans on going as a funnel. Yes you heard me correct, A Funnel. Now, I want to go as something else. I have no clue what to go as. It's starting to really jerk my chain because I wanna go as something fun and not as a funnel. Something completly rediculous perhaps, something that reflects who I may secretly desire to become....maybe.... I have no clue... All I know is if I don't get some good ideas soon- I am gonna end up being a bisker or something. Some assistance and/or ideas would be very helpful at this point.