Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Just for a moment.

It may seem like I am complaining a lot... Maybe I am, I hope to do better and be more positive -- I am trying! This last semester of school has just been tough. I am five weeks in, eleven to go. I am registered for seventeen credits, that's nine classes... Sometimes I feel like I'm just putting in my time when I sit in the classroom. I have to make a conscious effort to turn my brain on and pay attention. 

Now stay with me, I have a positive spin coming and I need to share. For my own sake. 

I am blessed. Yes, a cliché and sometimes overused phrase... But I am so blessed. 

Regarding school: I have the opportunity to study something I love! Music feeds my spirit. I am fortunate to have professors who believe I am worth the investment of time. I get to sing every day! I know the difference between expressionistic and impressionistic music, not to mention post romantic and late romantic... :P I am learning to orchestrate pieces from piano scores for orchestra and symphony. I know how to teach people to sing and am prepared to teach children musical building blocks. That is awesome.

Other blessings: It has been sunny for two weeks. I love the sunshine. It reminds me that I am loved, I'm not alone, and there will always be warmth and light somewhere - maybe it's just hiding. 

Jameson loves me! He really loves me, every day. I'll be honest - I have a hard time loving myself every day. I don't know how he does it. :) I definitely have my young adult woman mood swings, and he is so kind. He always helps me laugh and encourages me to not take things so seriously and to see the joy in the small things. He is my tallest blessing reaching 6'4". 

With the sun shining, it has reminded me to enjoy Pocatello. It isn't my favorite place I've lived, but it is a great community, we have beautiful hills and clean air. We won't be here for much longer, and we may never live somewhere with such great mountain biking or hiking again. 

I am resolving to enjoy where I am now. I enjoy Pocatello, and school, and I loooovvvvvvve Jameson (I always love him). I have much to be thankful for. 

When I was in High School I wrote a little mantra on a notebook of mine:
Smell the roses. Remember the honeysuckles. Enjoy the daffodils. 

This means more to me now than it did then. Don't rush through life and miss the beauty. Remember sweet moments. Some of my favorite moments only last a short season; don't forget to enjoy them. 

These blessings that feel like trials will last just for a moment. I will enjoy them and also the opportunity to learn and grow.

Life is good. Here's to remembering that truth. Now let's act. :)

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Stream of Consciousness: My inner dialogue on Faith. Is it my priority?

     Hello readers. Do I have any readers? I will never really know. I believe my mom reads my blog. Thanks, Mom. and my sister. Thanks to you too, Mary.

     I have just entered week two of this Spring 2015 semester. So far, so good; my work load seems to be do-able. I have been struggling with prioritizing lately. Prioritizing my time and school work, church studies, family time, house work. Elder Scott recently taught in October General Conference, "Don’t yield to Satan’s lie that you don’t have time to study the scriptures. Choose to take time to study them. Feasting on the word of God each day is more important than sleep, school, work, television shows, video games, or social media." [You can read his complete talk, Make the Exercise of Faith Your First Priority, here.] Did you get that?? Feasting on the word of God is more important than SLEEP, SCHOOL, and WORK. That nearly knocked the wind out of me. While listening back in October, I realized that I am not making my faith a priority. I have been making sleep more important than Jesus Christ; sleep, work, and my studies. This was back in October; have I done much to improve? No, I don't think so. I believe I have still been putting off obedience. I have been neglecting to nurture my faith.

     I talked with one of my BFFs, Brooke, this morning. I shared with her that I was having my beginning of the school week freakout. I have one every first day back to school each week... yeah yeah, I know it's a waste of time and energy... She shared, "You know I have heard it really helps if you study the scriptures before homework. I've tried it and it seems to be helping." If I think about it, I've heard that too, from various friends and family members. And Elder Scott did say that scripture study is more important than sleep, school, and work. If I keep on feeling this anxiety over my priorities and time management, I need to make a change somewhere. I believe it would be worth it to put this suggestion to the test. So. I will. Here I write before you, anonymous readers, that I will read my scriptures before studying for school. Hear ye, hear ye! and I will return and report the results!

     Are you ready? I know I am. I will write back and let you know if it helps.

     {{{Spoiler allert! I'm pretty sure it will}}}
Happy Tuesday, everyone. :)

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Minnie Mouse experiencing the world!


I had to get that off my chest.
Does anyone else get extreme anxiety during the beginning of the year???
I know I do. It literally makes my heart pound faster and the muscles in my chest tighten up.
So much to prepare for! The bright open spaces begin to dim and walls close down around me.

Welcome to the beginning of a new semester. You are the rat in the experiment, try to find the cheese and get out. If you get stuck in a corner, you're done. The end.

I am that rat. Lets say mouse. I like mice more.

New heavy semester, competition season for dance, senior recital, medical school interviews (for Jameson)...! I am the mouse and I need to navigate around these walls by scent. SCENT. I don't even smell things very well.

You know, I had a good talk with my cousin Monica yesterday... she suggested, "Well, why don't you choose to be excited? This is your last semester! What an adventure you will be taking!"
I think I should make her suggestion what I see and what I experience. I am on an adventure!
Instead of being a lab mouse, why can't I be Minnie Mouse?

Minnie Mouse experiencing the world! Three or more adventures at a time! How exciting!
I've never seen Minnie have to rely solely on her sense of smell.. this may just work. And I've got a partner, not Mickey; Jameson is more like a Mighty Duck. I think Minnie would go well with a Mighty Duck, one with a great sense of humor.

So wish us luck! My Mighty Duck and I are going to make the best of these adventures :)


I can do it.
WE can do it. !
Thank heaven for Mighty Ducks.
photo credit to Lindsay, visit her at

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

a lot of mushy at your own discretion

My Husband:

My husband’s name is Jameson. His friends and family call him Jamo [Jay-moe].
On our second or third date, I called him Jamo, and he winced a little and replied, “Ooh… could you not call me that? Only girls who were just my friends called me that.” 
I was a little miffed, “Well, I’m your friend.”  
He replied, “Yeah, but we’re dating. ‘Jameson’ is just more, um, intimate I guess.”
Haha, this let me know he really liked me.

Jameson is my best friend. 
He is six-foot-four-inches tall. 
He loves to play basketball, watch basketball, and read about basket ball (and the news, he's all about the news). 
He loves the Lord, and the Gospel of Jesus Christ
He is bold and blunt. 
He’s learning that bold and blunt isn't always my favorite . . . I guess you could say we’re learning from each other. I’m learning to be more bold and blunt, and for my sake, he’s learning about sugar coating.
He is sooooooo funny. 
Last semester, we had the same hour break between classes. I would call him as I left the fine arts building, and say, "Hi, I'm leaving the building now, where are you?" He'd whisper, "I could be anywhere," and start ninja-ing around campus on the Quad until he'd jump out of behind a bush right behind me! I'd be running around trying to find him before he had a chance to surprise me... we must have been fun to watch. Two adult crazies running around playing ninja spy
Jameson helps me with everything. 
He helps me wake up.. 
He does the laundry and dishes, but doesn't really cook much...
He helps me not skip class, 
He helps me remember to brush my teeth....  
He helps me laugh and not take things too seriously. 

Lately, I've been prettyyyyyy busy and booked and overloaded, etc. He has been a saint. He has helped me remember the things that matter most, and to choose to be happy, and laugh. I love him. 

Yeah... I know this is a lot of mushy mushy brag brag, but it's all true. and hey, I didn't make you read it. ;)

All in all, I love my husband. He is my best friend, my partner in crime, my helper, my protector, my love. 

Theeeeeee Ennnnnd. 

Friday, January 24, 2014

Everybody Poops

Did you know that there are books to teach children that everybody poops? Just Google it. There are children's books, t-shirts, mugs, you name it.
Well, I am the reason those books exist. I am in denial. I get SUPER embarrassed about it. Well, at least in public.

For instance:

At work, I have clogged the toilet. Once. Okay, twice. Twice where I've HAD TO TELL PEOPLE about it. Terrible. {To preface this story, I am an Office Assistant for the ISU Maintenance department. I work around a lot of men.} So... the first time it happened, there was no plunger to be found, and I'm not one to leave it for someone else to find... I had to ask one of the managers for a plunger. He could tell I was already embarrassed, so he hollered across the office, "Hey Mike! Do you have a plunger Becca can use?" Everybody busted up laughing. I laughed too. The second time, TODAY, I was working in the front office... and took a potty break. You know what happened. Luckily, there was a plunger next to the toilet. Like they knew or something.
It was the worst plunger in the history of plungers. It wasn't rubber, like they usually are, and wouldn't seal, or, you know, plunge. I tried flushing again, hoping it would make it better.... and the water started to rise. It stopped. Phew! I was okay. I got back to plunging again. Remember what I said earlier about the plunger? Yeah, worst device ever. No success. So, I did what anyone would do. I flushed again. the water began to rise .. . . . .rise . . rise. . . . . rise. .. and started pouring over the sides!! Gallons and gallons of water all over the floor, completely covering it!

I'm ending the story there. Needless to say, everyone in the office found out that I had clogged the toilet. I had to call one of our guys to come help out, and now all the guys also know I clogged the toilet.

So you know what I'm going to do? I am going to go to my local library, and find the book "Everybody Poops". I'll read it.... then maybe I'll laugh, and feel better.

The End.

Thursday, December 5, 2013

Becca, just breathe. Buh-reeeeeea-thhhhe.

Do you ever find yourself freaking out? And you realize it’s for no apparent reason at all? And then you sit and think about it, and there is EVERYTHING to freak out about! It’s almost like the apocalypse. [If you don’t do this, congratulations.] But then again… you think about it, and really, it’s not a big deal. This is LIFE. We’re supposed to have these challenging adventures.
I definitely do. I’m currently in the middle of a freak out. I’m in the apocalypse part. Seriously, I’m trying to fight it… It’s this time of year I get a zillion stress canker sores.
Here is the pep talk I’m in… “Becca, just breathe. Buh-reeeeeea-thhhhe. In. . . . Out . . . It’s no big deal. It’s no big deal. AHHHHHH End of the semester! AHHHH!! Becca, just breathe. Buh-reeeeeea-thhhhe. In. . . . Out . . . It’s no big deal. You were made to do this. You. Can. Do. This.!”
And I say a prayer in my heart.
And I follow my advice and breathe.
And I feel better. :)

Good luck to all of y’alls trying not to drown. I’m here with you. We will succeed! :)

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

I gave myself a haircut

{NOTE: I'm back to blogging here! I like this blog, and feel sad totally giving it up... }

I gave myself a haircut.

It seemed like a great idea at the time… whenever I go, they only take off a little bit anyway; all I ever want is a trim. I only go to the cheap places (because I’m cheap. Some people call it frugal… but no, I’m just cheap). Last time, I went to a more ‘pricey’ cheap place. The trim cost $15.00 and I gave a $5.00 tip… 20 dollars for them to cut off a half-inch (okay, maybe an inch) in ten minutes!! Yeah… I told myself that that was THE LAST TIME I was going to pay for a trim. Well... that much for one, anyway.

I had a great solution. I would trim it myself.


It’s not too bad. But it’s really not great. I've been trying to tell myself that it’s just as good, but I can’t lie anymore. It’s not! Ugh. It’s okay, I don’t think other people will be able to tell, but there are a few hairs longer than others, and it’s not completely straight. It doesn't have a nice clean cut look, you know?

The good news:
  • ·        It really isn’t bad. I can live with this.
  • ·        I only trimmed off a half-inch.

What I learned:

  • ·        I’m not as talented as I thought I was.

o   I do not love how it turned out. It’s driving me a little crazy. I can live with it… but it kinda bugs me.
  • ·        It is better to have a professional (or hair student, or even my mom who does a lovely job) trim my locks.

Well, that’s all about my hair for now. If you have a chance to see me, let me know what you think! “Oh, it’s not that bad!” or, “Becca… you should probably get that fixed.” 

Don’t worry, I can take it. ;)

Thursday, April 11, 2013

HEY! It's me... Becca. Yeah. it's been a lonnnnng time since I've posted anything on this blog.
there IS actually a reason.

I've moved!! December 30, 2011 I married my best friend. :)
We have a joined blog where we both post whatever we feel like. So far... I've been posting more than he has.

It's still the story of a girl.. and now a boy too :)

If you want to see what's been going on... CHeck us out! @

Friday, August 19, 2011

Lessons I learned as a girl.

{Before I even go on... Just clarifying, I learn ALL my lessons as a girl... }

I just noticed... It's been forever since I last posted... which is probably fine, because I have a total of two (wonderful, beautiful, splendid) readers.
1. My mom.
2. My cat. (She learned by watching a program we ordered called "My cat can read.")
So, mom and kitty, I'm sorry it's been so long.

Summertime is coming to a close. Can you believe it? It's that time already. School starts on Monday. I'm a little nervous, I'll be honest, but I'm also looking forward to the adventure. This summer, I learned, and re-learned some valuable lessons... I'm happy to share a few...

>Quick recap!<
In May: I moved 30 minutes out of my home village to the town I'm attending school in, began a new job at a pet grooming salon, and... that's PRETTY much it. It's just been a new and exciting adventure. Almost like a quest, but not quite.

Back to my lessons...

I became painfully aware of a few of my weaknesses. One of them, is that I honestly have a hard time being social. When I put my mind to it, and make the choice to 'get out there' I usually have a great time, but I genuinely get nervous. My heart starts to pound, and I start to make up stories like, "Nobody really will notice if I'm there or not anyway... No one really longs to spend time with me or wants to know me." I forgot this about myself. I really feel anxiety when I'm about to be social. Weird. Recently, I was talking with my sweet Mother about this problem... and she put it all back into the right perspective. She lovingly suggested, "Becca, maybe it isn't about you at all..." She was one hundred percent correct. It isn't about me at all. There are so many other people who maybe just need someone to know their name. Maybe they just need to know that they've been noticed. That someone cares enough to share a smile with them across the room... It really isn't about me at all... and that makes me a lot less nervous. I am blessed to have remembered that lesson. Thanks, mom.

One more lesson... I know I promised a 'few' but it might just have to be a couple. I was able to learn.. how much my family means to me, and how much I love them. In my family, I have my Mom, Dad, my older sister Mary, Me, my younger sister Emma, and my big little brother, Benny. I remembered and noticed how grateful I am for...

Benny's laughter and unconditional love...
Emma's understanding and patience...
The way Mary seems to know me better than anyone else even when we've hardly had a chance to stay in touch...
The Savior, for His sacrifices on my behalf...
My Dad's love for me; his worthiness and his desire to be the BEST he can be, and that he's working so hard to to all he can for our family...
My mom's full heart and how unselfishly she shares every speck of it.
I'm also grateful for my grandma's consistent friendship, her giggles and the way she always knows just what to say...
and my other grandma, she's so willing to let me serve her and for the way she always says, "I love you, dear"...

This summer has been a doozy. I've been working hard in all areas of my life... physically, spiritually, socially, familyally, mentally, emotionally... It's been one of the most exciting roller coasters! I am blessed. I feel as if I've been sleeping all my life and am finally awake and aware of all that's been going on around me... I feel like one of the full coat dogs I groom... all of a sudden, all my fur is gone and I can feel the breeze on my tushy. Metaphorically speaking, of course. It's been an amazing adventure, and I am looking forward to what's next.

We are all so blessed.
Here's to a wonderful full challenging magnificent tear-jerking lesson-learning splendid beautiful summer...

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Oh, the Places You'll Go!

It is Tuesday. It's been one of the best Tuesdays I've had in a while! Why? I don't know.. I think I just chose it. :) On my way home, I stopped at  Barnes and Noble. It's one of my favorite places. I strolled through the store and found myself reading Oh the Places You'll Go! by Dr. Seuss. It's an amazing book; truly, one of my favorites.The book is honest, and doesn't set us up for failure. It lets you know that you can choose where you want to go, and that hard times will come, and there will be scary times, but you can still move mountains.

The end of the story reads,

Kid, you’ll move mountains!
So…be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray or Mordecai Ale Van Allen O’Shea, you’re off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting.
So…get on your way!

Let us move mountains with Dr. Seuss, shall we?