Monday, November 30, 2009

A Year Ago Today

So... the past couple of weeks I kept on remembering. I mostly kept on remember where I had been a year ago today. Today, meaning the two weeks of me really remembering :).

November 14- December 2, 2009.

I would think... A year ago today....

I was beginning a 24 hour plane ride to New Delhi.
I saw for the first time what poverty really was.
I smelled it.
I tasted it.
I heard it.
I felt it.
I met the most amazing children in the world.
I was playing duck duck goose with them, my orphans, in the Himalayas.
I got to taste God's love for his children.
I loved more than I knew a body could.
I taught my kids their first ever hands on learning activities through workshops about Health, Science, Math, and English.
My roommates and I shared silly girl memories :)
I was teaching my kids how to brush their teeth in the pouring icy rain.
I was assisting with health exams of Indian children.
I licked the Taj Mahal.
I had seven kids on my lap, giggling, telling me stories, and trying to keep warm. :)
I went to India, looking to change the lives of orphans, and to help give them a better future.
I didn't even know I was the one who would be changed.
I didn't realize I would never see life the same.

One year ago today, I spent the best weeks of my life, learning to love, heal, laugh, and grow.

Just so you know, I miss India. So much.


Well, here we are
Standing around
Twiddling our thumbs
And looking down
Both a little afraid
To break the awkward silence

We've got places to go
Things to see
Neither involving you and me
It's time to press on
To live life on our own

We acknowledge the times
The giggles, the tears
Our hopes and dreams
And also our fears

We then shake hands
-With a smile-
And walk away

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Laughing with.

No one laughs at God in a hospital.
No one laughs at God in a war.
No one’s laughing at God when they’re starving or freezing or so very poor.

No one laughs at God when a doctor calls after some routine tests.
No one’s laughing at God when it’s gotten real late
and their kid’s not back from that party yet.

No one laughs at God when their airplane starts to uncontrollably shake.
No one’s laughing at God
when they see the one they love hand in hand with someone else
and they hope that they’re mistaken.

No one laughs at God when the cops knock on their door
and they say, “We’ve got some bad news, sir.”
No one’s laughing at God
when there’s a famine, fire or a flood.

But God can be funny
at a cocktail party when listening to a good God-themed joke,
or when the crazies say He hates us
and they get so red in the head you think they’re about to choke.

God can be funny
when told He’ll give you money if you just pray the right way
and when presented like a genie who does magic like Houdini
or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus.
God can be so hilarious.
Ha ha.
Ha ha.

No one laughs at God in a hospital.
No one laughs at God in a war.
No one’s laughing at God when they’ve lost all they’ve got
and they don’t know what for.

No one laughs at God on the day they realize
that the last sight they’ll ever see is a pair of hateful eyes.
No one’s laughing at God when they’re saying their goodbyes.

No one laughs at God in a hospital.
No one laughs at God in a war.
No one laughs at God in a hospital.
No one laughs at God in a war.
No one laughing at God in hospital.
No one’s laughing at God in a war.
No one’s laughing at God
when they’re starving or freezing or so very poor.

No one’s laughing at God.
No one’s laughing at God.
No one’s laughing at God.
We’re all laughing with God.

-Regina Spektor

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Excited :)

Once upon a time, it was Thursday evening and Becca was excited.

Yes, Becca was excited.
She was excited for Friday.

Friday wasn't really going to be too eventful... Becca just finally was going to get to be social again!

(Oh! Side story, Becca actually isn't attending school this semester. She was way too super busy and is saving money for a little bit.)

Well, Becca is a social girl, but she didn't really have the opportunity to associate with large groups of people, being the community school dropout that she is.

Friday, she gets to play flag football.
She gets to talk with her *secret spy crush. :)
She gets to go to a corn maze.
She gets to watch a movie.
She gets to make friends!

Yesssss. Becca is excited.

*Secret spy crush: Little crush that doesn't need any official acknowledging. No real pursuing. necessary. Secret. Small. Spy. Crush. Becca likes these because they're fun and not awkward :) (Ugh. Yet.)

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

No Need (Random Short Song)

To run and to sing
And to dance and to play
Is to feel so fulfilled
You need nothing to say

As we laugh we may cry.
You may feel you can fly,
Then we see we have
No need for gravity.

I say- as the clouds roll around in the sky,
That they giggle when they see how we're planted.

But I know we are free, more than they-
We can run and can dance, sing, and play!

Friday, September 18, 2009

Dear Mom,

Dear Mom,
I'm sorry I took off the comment setting on my blog.
I tried putting it back on for you.
It didn't work.
I don't know how to do it.
I'm sorry!
Love, Becca

Bored In My Wee Corner

(Written while working at NAPA Auto Parts
in my little corner of a cashier counter.)

Well. I am successfully bored.
Really. And I'm hungry
I'm sitting, well, standing
in my wee
corner and
I don't have
to do. But write.
So I write.
And I hope, with
my writing, I successfully
portray myself succeeding
at being bored.
Hmmm... I just thought to
I'm not (too) bored
Maybe I'm not very
successful after all.

Writing is too fun.

Skipped Pages

It just so happens that sometimes, pages get skipped. It doesn't really mean anything. It's kind of a part of life.

Why do pages get skipped? Is it intentional? Not usually. Sometimes while writing, a body will get so caught up in their work that they don't pay attention as they flip the page. The time just isn't taken to separate one page from another - or - to make sure the pages have been separated.

On the other hand, sometimes it is on purpose. Sometimes a writer may just say, "I'm not really feeling those next pages.." and skips them. It isn't wrong. It just... is.

Sometimes, pages get skipped. It isn't right, wrong... good, or bad.. Like I said, it just is. You can come back to them if you choose to but it isn't really necessary. Though, I won't lie. Sometimes, it is enjoyable. :)

Monday, September 7, 2009


I was about to make cookies tonight and....
I didn't have any brown sugar.
I can't wait.

Monday, August 17, 2009

I forgot to tell you...

Some of my favorite friends came up from Utah to visit me :).
We had a splendid time.

Below, you see the girls. Erin, Becca, and Jeni.
When you see a boy, his name is Andy.

We all enjoy being silly, and being friends :).

An Enjoyable Test.

I work at NAPA Auto Parts.
It's a fun job.
A lot of old men come in and flirt.
It's reallllly funny.
I like working with customers who are glad to see me.
Sometimes, my customers and I have deep life talks.
One man taught me a good philosophy.
He said, "To hell with it!! I'm going to do what makes me happy!"

That day I decided that I was going to audition for Clog America.

Clog America is a folk dance team that travels the world attending international festivals.
They build bridges by sharing friendship and culture.
I go down on the 21st of August for the workshop and on the 26h of September for the real thing!
Wish me luck :).
I am going to see the world.

Another Test.

I start school at the College of Southern Idaho on Monday August, 24, 2009.
They got mixed up on my tuition stuff and think I'm paying out-of-state tuition.
I about threw up.
I'm just doing a lot of paperwork to get it all together.
I WILL NOT pay out-of-state tuition.
I've lived here a whole year!


Life. What is it? Goodness, I know it's a test but I just get sick of getting so many every day!

Just to fill you in, going to the singles ward,
as a girl, you meet a lot of boys.
For me, that is not why I attend the ward!
I go to be spiritually uplifted.
Boys don't get it.
They are way too persistent!
No matter what I say, they still keep
randomly showing up at my house to 'talk'.

Please. Stop it.

(I pray that they don't have my blog address..)

But really.
When I say, "I don't want to date you,"
that doesn't mean to keep pushing me at it.
I'm just not feeling it.

Really, stop. Please.

Monday, July 27, 2009

Drug Testing.

I know you all were very worried, but don't fret!
My drug test was negative :).
This means I am not on drugs!! Splendid? Yes!

The testing was a new experience.
I'd never been tested for drugs before..
It was very awkward, gross, and not fun.

You ask, "Why did Becca have to be tested for drugs?"
Well folks, because I got a job! I am now an official working girl.
I have been hired to work at NAPA Truck and Auto
Parts in Jerome, Idaho!

This will surely be an interesting adventure.. :)

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Rain equals Splendid :)

I had been waiting for the rain to come for weeks.. and finally..
It did. :)
This very evening.
I love love love the rain!
Goodness, it gives me so much joy!

Today in the rain, Benny and I started jumping in puddles.
It was warm and so much fun. :)
We got Emma to come outside.
Together, we ran through the neighborhood in the gutters.
With bare feet.
We got a lot of funny looks from people passing by.
Our giggles made it so we didn't even care what anybody thought about our silliness. :)
We ran to visit my friend Leticia.
She wasn't home.
Her mom gave us cupcakes.
I love Leticia's mom. :)
(and... I accidentally love smiley faces.)

After running around in the rain for a while, we came home to warm up.
It was still raining so... I decided to tie-dye. :)
It was so much fun tie-dying in the rain.

I love the rain.
I love my siblings.
I love tie dye.
And smiley faces. :)

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Dancing 'till my feet fall off

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Ready Go.

Hop scuff up knock doubley pump
Heel knock scuff up
Hop toe toe step step
Doubley doubley and brush and down

This is what I do all day.
Dance Dance Dance Dance.

Okay, I lied. It's only from 7 until Noon.

But I drill, drill, drill, drill,
explain and drill and dance and teach...

I'm a clogging teacher Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and occasionally other days of the week..

But anyway...
Clogging makes my body ache! Especially my feet..
By the end of the work week, I think I've danced until those walking tools have almost stinking died..


But... Please, don't get me wrong. I love Clogging. AND I love to teach. :)

Um... That's all!

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

I'm trying to upload photos. . . Success! :)

So... I tried loading pictures, and it worked! I still can't load them from my computer... but I can get the pictures that are already online somewhere! So, here are some photos that I probably would have put in my blogs this school year.

Below is a speech competition. We are champions!

Still champions.. and girls.

This was a dress rehearsal for Guys and Dolls. It was such a fun show!

Tiger Mania. The closing assembly. I got to dance and.. It was one of my very best performances. :) That's all.

I am graduated! Um. .. :S I still haven't sent announcements. If you think you should have received one, don't worry. Two letters will be in the mail to you. 1. My graduation announcement. 2. An apology for not sending it earlier.

You can click on the photos for a better view.

Um, that's all for now folks! :) Thank you, and good night.

Friday, June 12, 2009

Birds...and me

Birds chirp, they call and squawk. They sing.
Wind gushes, it hums and blows. It chills.
Clouds glide, they protect and shelter. They weep.
Sun shines, it nourishes and warms. It laughs.
I sneeze, I giggle and cry. I love.


today, i'm an authentic hippie.
yes, yes, yes!
i am a hippie :).
i've always wanted to be one. . . but i've never really been brave enough. . .
i would put little braids in my hair and carry with me my hippie bag i purchased in india.
my jerome friends would make fun of me. . .
well, meet becca and all of her hippie-ness.
today i'm wearing my first tie dye shirt and i love it :) :).
it's even a v-neck.
i didn't have time to dry my hair this morning so it's all scraggly with my braids. (i also am still carrying my india bag.)
so, today with the shirt, the hair, and the bag, . . . i've also got a long beaded necklace, worn out jeans and flip flops.
i almost was embarrassed by my whole getup but. . . i love being hippie :).
i got over the embarrassment

(written friday, june 6, 2009)

I kind of almost fibbed.

So. . . I said I'd tell you my six stories. . . I kind of almost fibbed. They're really not that great anymore. So I don't completely lie to you, I'll skim the surface of the stories and if you REALLY want to hear the whole thing, just let me know.

Tie Dye: My friends and I tie dyed shirts. I really really love tie dye :). I'm a little obsessed. Well, it was about 10:30 at night and I was wearing my friend's really nice jeans. We were squeezing the bottles of dye onto our shirts in Katie's yard and I really didn't want to get Brooke's pants stained and I brought my worry into words and added that I was thinking about just taking my pants off. . . Katie said she would if I did. Um. . Needless to say, we didn't get any dye on our pants :). We are really good at pretending to be in our swimming suits.

Volleyball: Brooke talked me into going to play volleyball. I'm really horrible at it, but the boys on my team pretended to be Swedish. It was really funny.

Yearbook: My old yearbook adviser gave me a Riverton yearbook as a gift. It was really sweet.

Secrets: I just. . . Love the boys in Riverton. They make up some of my favorite friends. :)

Graduation: I went to Riverton's graduation. It was really weird not to be walking to graduate with the kids I grew up with.

Marilyn Monroe: When walking out of The Cheesecake Factory, I had the most intense Marilyn Monroe moment of my life in front of an attractive man in his 20's. I was very embarrassed. I laughed pretty hard. :)

Those are my story snippets. :) Thank you, and good day.

Saturday, June 6, 2009


It is approximately 12:30AM in the town of Riverton Utah on Saturday the 6th of June.

I don't know why I was so nervous to come here. I actually am so extremely glad I did. It has been fantabulous. :) :) Really. I'll post more of my adventurous stories of my trip soon!

I do love Riverton, but sometimes it's really hard for me. It's hard because I remember how splendid the people are and what great friends I have. I love them a lot and miss living close to them.

My time is running short, but I need to remember to tell you some stories...
  1. Tie Dye
  2. Volleyball
  3. Yearbook
  4. Secrets :) Maybe. Probably not. (Suckas... :) )
  5. Graduation
  6. Marilyn Monroe
The Tie Dye story is the best. I won't lie. :) I'll blog soon.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

:) :) :)

So... I have a secret. :) :) :)

I'm going down to Utah tomorrow.
I get to go see graduation and my friends.

Am I excited . . ? Yes.
Am I nervous. . . .??? Yes!!

I don't know why, but sometimes I get nervous to see everyone. . .
I probably should get over that. . .


Golfing. Have you ever been? I hadn't. Until Saturday. On a date. Weird.

So... Let me begin with this boy. We'll call him... Kris.

When my family first moved to Jerome, I got a lot of whistles. It was really awkward, and I was NOT used to it. It was just weird! I noticed that the majority of the whistles were coming from one boy. I didn't like being whistled at. I thought it was degrading and like I said, awkward. So... One day I was in the library and so was the whistling boy. I went up to him and asked him for his name and he said it was Kris. I said, "Well, Kris, My name is Becca and I kind of noticed that you had been whistling at me in the hallway.." He pretended to be shocked and said something trying to be innocent like, "Who me?" I responded, "Yep, you. NOW instead of whistling all the time, you can just say 'Hey Becca' and I'll say, 'Hey Kris'." He didn't stop the whistling, but it was good to know him. The whistling became more of a joke than anything, and now we're friends. I don't know if he knows it... but it's friends. Just friends.

He's a very persistent fellow....

After he was 'friendly' all year, I finally agreed to go on a date with him. Friend date. He found out I had never been golfing before and jumped on the chance to take me. My friends Cory and Stephanie also came. By the way, this adventure took place on Saturday May 30th.

I get way too competitive.

Golfing is way harder than it looks and I am way too competitive for my own good. Kris and Cory had a good laugh at me and Steph. We boosted their self esteems a lot with our 'skills'. But overall, it was a way fun date... Except I hate that I'm not a skilled golfer and I got blisters on my thumbs. I don't think I'd dislike golf if I were better at it.... I just remember one time when I was 7 I was so mad I didn't get to go golfing at a family reunion. I shouldn't have held onto that grudge for so long. I should've realized that they were saving me from myself.

This kind of is a jumpy-around-ideaeee post. That's all :)

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Update. :)

So, I haven't really given any stories from my life since prom. Right? Right. Well, a lot of new things have been happening. Hmm.. Prom was... in April. Since then, I've done a lot of things! Let us start with... The musical.

  1. Jerome High School put on a spring musical called Guys and Dolls this year. Guess what?? I was in it. :) I actually got to be a lead named Sarah Brown. She's the girl that falls in love, gets her heart broken, is still in love.. and gets married. It was a lot of fun. There were some very awkward stage kisses I had to participate in... but they're over now. Phew! I got to stretch my singing and acting talents and really, It was a blast! I miss performing with my cast-family a lot. We put on a splendid show together. :)
  2. Now, I changed my plans and will be attending the College of Southern Idaho this fall. I would say, "God said 'Psych!'" but Mary told me that God doesn't say 'psych'. When it came down to thinking about college... I realized that I took my desire to go to Utah State and just decided to make that my answer to prayer. After praying more about it, and getting over my beef with staying in the Magic Valley, I know that I'm supposed to go to CSI. I know this is where I need to be, and I know God has a plan for me. I just need to remember and trust that. So... I'm going to CSI.
  3. I got to perform one of my old clogging dances at our end of the year assembly and... I rocked the stage and the audience and my dance. It was pretty much the :) I hadn't performed that dance in a year and I re-learned it a few days before performing it. Doing my dance woke up a forgotten love of clogging that I am so so glad to remember. I also had my national competition and my recital this month. They both went really well! At my studio, I received the Dancer of the Year award. That was pretty cool. I also get to teach clogging this summer and coming school year. I
  4. lost my cell phone last week on Tuesday morning at school. I thought it was left at school... I searched every single place I could think of and more. I tore the school, my bedroom, and my house apart looking for it! Yesterday, It showed up in the band room. No wonder I couldn't find it...! I was worried. Now I'm not.
  5. Sunday I graduated from Seminary. Actually... I didn't! I didn't turn all of my makeup work in on time, so they gave me a paper that told me I'd get it when I turned it in. My bad... ! I turned it in on yesterday and got my diploma.
  6. I graduate tomorrow at 6:00PM. I'm really sorry... I haven't sent out any announcements yet... :S I'm a slacker. I still AM going to send them... just after I graduate... I kind of already feel graduated. That's what a big move does to a girl I guess.
  7. I'll probably work at Old Navy this summer. :)! Discount clothes, YES! I can't wait.

So!, that is my update. I tried really hard to add photos... but tonight my computer is being really S...L...O...W. slow. I'll get some on here soon. :)


I find that on my worst days...
  • it always feels good to stomp on some tulips.
  • laughing is a splendid medicine.
  • tears are sometimes necessary.
  • a warm embrace warms my spirit and lifts me up.
  • chocolate dulls the ache.
  • finding ways to serve others takes away the sting.
  • a long run clears the confusion and relaxes the senses.
  • it's a lot of fun to yell nonsense all alone in the car.
  • I like to pretend that it isn't a worst day.
  • they sometimes come because I'm feeling sorry for myself.

Friday, May 22, 2009

A Little Random

I found this a couple days ago. I wrote it my Junior year in U.S. History on a VERY boring day. It lightened things up a little bit. :)

Short Story
There was once a little toothbrush.
He said his name was Fred.
He had a squishy on his bosom and some bristles on his head.
He also had a girlfriend.
Her name?
Well, it was Fran.
She was really very bright.
She didn't have a tan.
They enjoyed to bristle-hug and smooch quite a bunch...
One day Fred was very glum and sort of had a hunch.
Fran broke it off and moved along.
She got a new boyfriend.
Thanks for reading my short story!
Now this, it is The End. :)

Monday, May 18, 2009

One LoNG Paragraph

I got to write this for my clogging recital because I am a Senior. My recital is this Tursday, and this One LoNG Paragraph will be in the program or something. My mom's been hinting for a while that she wants me to blog so... Here is my One LoNG Paragraph...

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Becca. Oh! That’s me. I’m Becca :). So… like some other girls, I haven’t always been a dancer. Up until the 5th grade, I was a hard-core soccer girl. Goalie and Forward were my favorite positions. I dreamed of playing for the pros when I grew up. Well, being in a family always brings surprises. I wasn’t the only one in my family who played soccer… My three siblings all also were soccer kids. That meant our Wednesdays and Saturdays were soccer; soccer, soccer, soccer. My parents were a little tired of attending soccer events all day on their Saturdays, so… My mom introduced us to clogging. Clogging? I had never heard of it before in my life. When I got to my first lesson, I was very confused. What is this Hill-Billy dancing?? Well, before I continue, thank you, mom, for introducing me to what very quickly became one of my greatest loves. Clogging is now my outlet, my soul, my song. When nothing else makes sense, clogging does. It’s always there when I’m maxed out with stress. It calms my nerves and is also there through my joys. Many of you may not know this, but at the end of this last August, my family moved to Jerome from Utah. When coming to this team, I won’t deny it, I was very nervous. I didn’t know what to expect. Within a few weeks, all my fears were washed away. Thank you, all of you on my team for being so accepting of me in all of my awkwardness. You quickly went from team to being a splendid family. Your hard work, light, and love bring so much to this group. Thank you, for letting me be a part of it all. Thank you, Hailey, for being so willing to be my duet partner. I am so grateful for your friendship and our rambling talks. I really will miss you as you’re away. You’ve been working so much, I already miss you! Thank you, thank you, for being such a great example of friendship and light to me. And to Shannon, Thank you for taking me in. You’ve taught me names of random clogging steps, helped me gain an identity as a dancer, and taught me to have fun again with clogging. You’ve helped me develop as an individual and helped me to be brave. I can’t even express all the ways you’ve been there for me. Thank you again, Mom and Dad, thank you for being there through all of my clogging years. Thank you for introducing me to this love and for helping me remember why I’m still here, because I love to dance! :)

That's all. :)

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

I wish my mind could puke.

I found this in one of my old journals. I wrote it on April 5, 2007. I can still relate to some of it today. It's not very well written, but it made me smile a little because. . . with growing up, and living in a new place, and getting ready to go to college, and doing clogging, and choir, and drama, and being in a family I still know the feeling. . :) That's all.

I wish my mind could puke

I just wish my mind could throw up.
It's way too full!! If it could throw up,
it would feel so much better.

I have so many thoughts. I. . . I don't
even know what to do with all of them!

They're running and screaming,
kicking and biting.

It makes me sick.

I don't know how to control all of these
confusing monsters. They make me feel
joy and peace one moment, and lost
and befuddled the next.

If my mind could throw up, I could
expel of of this confusion and have
a new slate.

I wish. . .

I wish my mind could puke.

Jerome Prom

Needless to say... I had an enjoyable time at the Jerome Prom on Saturday. :)

My date picked me up at lunch time, my group met at his house, we ate pizza, and then we played kickball and capture the flag. Way fun :). Ha, when he took me home that afternoon, he almost gave me a hug goodbye. It made me giggle a little bit. I got home at 2:27 PM, then got ready for the dance. Monica, my cousin, was a lifesaver and she helped me curl my hair! I was so glad she was able to be there to help me out. :) My date then picked me up from my house, we went to the grand march (where we're introduced to the town in our fancy clothes at the high school) (weird), dinner, the dance...where we danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced! It was fun! Oh! Don't worry, he did give me a hug when he dropped me off that night.

Sorry, I don't have too many details, call me or something if you want to know more. I do have a picture! But... no one in my family took pictures, so I only have what was on my school website, and... my date isn't even in the photo... Sorry!

Thank you, Monica, for helping my hair work! :)

Thursday, April 9, 2009

I forgot!

. . . I forgot to mention my favorite part of yesterday . . .
. . .
. . . .
. . .
Playing in the rain!! :) :) :)

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

*Sigh!* :)

Today, was a good day in the life of a 17 year old high school girl with brunette hair who's name is Becca. :)
I'm not going to lie. . . It started off rough with some poor communication between her and her parents...but they cleaned up the mess and things got better.

Good parts of Becca's day include. . .
  1. She got to school like. . . 15 minutes late, and her teacher said, "Oh, don't worry about it."
  2. That happened, because a good friend was a peach and passed on the message of Becca's lateness. (Good thing her teacher also thinks Becca is a great girl and student!)
  3. In 2nd Period, Speech, Becca and another friend had a jolly time playing Harry Potter, watching other people's speeches, and being silly girls.
  4. In 3rd Period, Becca completed and handed in her 7 page research (senior) paper! *Phew!!* That was a hearty weight off her shoulders!
  5. At 12:30, Becca went to the dentist to find that she has perfect teeth! Hallelujah! There have never been ANY cavities in her permanent teeth!
  6. After going to the dentist, She got to go to Gma's for lunch! It was a splendid visit :). Grandma gave Becca her favorite drink. V8. Yum :). Grandmas always know what will make a girl's day. Becca also got a hug, and a good chat. :) Splendid.
  7. When Becca got back to the school, she got to talk to a cute boy. They got to laugh together.
  8. Becca had an intense dance practice for the musical. It was a great workout, and very enjoyable. It's also fun for her to see some of her favorite Jeromie Homies.
  9. After play practice, Becca got to go to mutual with some great girls!
  10. After mutual, she got to come home and eat frosting with pretzels in her mother's gracious company while watching American Idol.
  11. Becca just feels good today :)
  12. She'll top of her day with a scripture study, and a splendid sleep!

*Sigh!* What a great day for this 17 year old high school girl with brunette hair who's name is Becca. :)

Monday, April 6, 2009

Throw up.

I got new shoes today.
Fancy shoes.
They cost $47.

I walked out of the store, and almost wept.
I've never paid more than $30 for shoes that weren't running or clogging shoes.
This is a very new thing.

I had to call Mary for therapy.

She said it was okay because...
They're shoes I'll be wearing at prom.
And to church.
All the time.
They match all my skirts.
They'll match my clothes for a long long time.
They'll be worn till they're dead.
I don't have any other high heels.

They're a shiny cream color.
They're the firs pair of high heels I've ever purchased.
Throw up.
They're cute.

High heels.
I'm cheap.
Good thing they're cute.

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Typical. . . :)

I was rummaging through my room the other day when I found this photo. . . :) I laughed for about seven minutes. When being scanned into our computer, our hands got cut off, but just so you know, Mary is holding my wrist. Typical. :)

Mary has always been one of my very best friends. She's been with me since day one. (Or two...but who's counting?) Whenever I need a friend, she is there. We giggle, we argue, we play, we cry, we dance... :) Sometimes, we're practically the same person, and it's a little creepy... Ha, that usually happens because... I just copy her. A lot. Mary is really an inspiration to me. She shines brighter than anyone I know. I get a pretty hearty amount of my light from her.

Dear Mary, I love you. :)

Mother Teresa's Final Analysis

People are often unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered;
...Forgive them anyway!

If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives;
...Be kind anyway!

If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies;
...Succeed anyway!

If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you;
...Be honest and frank anyway!

What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight;
...Build anyway!

If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous;
...Be happy anyway!

The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow;
...Do good anyway!

Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough;
...Give the world the best you've got anyway!

You see, in the final analysis, it is between you and God;
It was never between you and them anyway.

After giving my speech for a class, a girl asked me if I had ever read Mother Teresa's Final Analysis. I hadn't. . . but today, I did, and it is splendid. :)

Monday, March 30, 2009

New Goal

In the New Era this month, there's an article about 5 easy ways to make school hard, and 5 hard ways to make school easy. You can read the article in full at

But... Anyway... I really want to focus on the 1st hard way to make school easy.
It reads,

Feed the need to read.
Start by making scriptures a habit. Then add the New Era. Discover the counsel and uplift that await you if you read beyond the joke page. Pick up other great books too. Unlike TV, which is a mentally passive activity, reading is mentally active. It stretches your mind. That’s why if you have ever read a book and then seen a movie made from it, the book is almost always better.

I just started to realize (again) the importance of scripture study. In his Real-Life Education article, President Eyring said in this month's new era, "Our first priority should go to spiritual learning. For us, reading the scriptures would come before reading history books." I often put scripture study at the bottom of my to do list. I am going to make this one of my top priorities, and ... In two weeks, I'll let you know what it does for me. :) That's all.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

District Speech Competition

March 28, 2009
I'm at District speech right now... I just finished my first round. I felt really good about it... :) My Mother Teresa speech is... the bomb. It's a nice speech if I deliver it well. I thought I did... 'till Mr. Burton, our speech coach came up to me and said, "You really need to step it up next round." *Sigh!* I thought I did well... but he didn't even see me! and I was the first one to go today... Ugh... Oh well, I'll step it up... and dominate. Until next round...
Two more to go...

March 29, 2009
So, ... district speech is over now. I didn't really dominate, but... it's all good. :) I'm an alternate to go to state! I took 6th out of about 19 kids. I did pretty well for my first time ever! Burton was right in saying I needed to step it up in the next rounds. I either didn't do a stellar performance the first time, or my judge judged me harshly because I was the first to go. I would like to blame it on the judge... but it probably wasn't quite stellar. Good, but not stellar. The only complaints the judges really had were that my blocking wandered a little bit and one thought it was too long. (It wasn't. It was 9 minutes when it was supposed to be under 10.)
Overall, I do think I did a good job, especially for being a rookie. It was a hearty amount of fun :). If you want to read my Mother Teresa speech, let me know, and I'll email you a copy.

Who knows? If someone dies, maybe I can compete at state. :)

Wednesday, March 25, 2009


I like my alone time.
I like to think by myself.
It's all a little new. . .
I've learned to enjoy the silence.
Mindless chatter isn't necessary anymore.
It's new to me, but I like it.

To Sleep, Or Not to Sleep?

To Sleep, or not to Sleep? Is it really a question I can control?

Sometimes. . . I can't Sleep. My body is exhausted, but my mind seems to be on a completely different page.
I lay down, close my eyes, and am ready for Sleep. . . when all of a sudden a flood of thoughts rush into my mind! They aren't usually the flimsy pointless threads either. . . They always seem to be my biggest worries, or my biggest life plans.

How will I work out going to Utah State, and are the next three years really going to work out..??

How can I help motivate and create world peace?

These rushing rivers keep me up too many hours of the night. . .

Sleep. I love sleep.
I love the way it makes me feel. . .
To dream sweet dreams of euphoria. . .
I love Sleep.
Dear Sleep, I miss you.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

20 things that have happened since I last blogged.

  1. I got to visit Mary in Provo. It was fantastic.
  2. She set me up on a blind date where we painted pottery.
  3. I went to prom in Riverton. I had a splendid time.
  4. I got to visit with some of my most favorite Riverton friends.
  5. I got mission hungry. I want to be a missionary so SO very badly!
  6. I missed my shuttle home from Utah and had to wait 5 hours at the Salt Lake airport for my mama to pick me up. All alone. Hungry.
  7. I went to my clogging competition and won Idaho State Champion for my freestyle! Super.
  8. I lost a couple bets.
  9. We had our spring break!
  10. Emma, Benny, a few girls in my ward, and I worked the whole time picking the rocks and garbage out of a farmer's million fields.
  11. I learned and helped choreograph a short duet for clogging.
  12. At our competition, they said we won overall duet, but they messed up. I have to give my trophy back at the next competition.
  13. I got sunburned.
  14. I got the part of Sarah Brown in the school musical, Guys and Dolls.
  15. I helped make some great brownies.
  16. I fell up the stairs.
  17. We got a cat named Sadie. Not like Satan. We just call her Kitty.
  18. I memorized my Oratorical Analysis speech. It's about Mother Teresa, and changing the world by putting our love into action.
  19. I got asked to the Jerome prom, and said Yes! I'm pretty excited.
  20. I tried to take up poem writing. Haiku style. It didn't work too well. . . :)

Here are some examples.

Sand is in my toes.
I eat an Ice Cream Sandwich.
Sun Shines on my nose.

Dirt is real dirty.
I like to make good brownies.
Water here's real clear.


It hasn't been TOO eventful of a time for me, but it's been fun for sure :). Okay, I like life. I'm going to be late to choir! And....I blogged. Hooray :).

Thursday, March 5, 2009

I love to remember. . . :)

Today, well, this morning. No, last night.
Last night, my mom made a bean soup. It reminded me a lot of the food we often ate in India. It was missing one little thing. Curry. I thought it was curry, but I've never been positive as to what curry smelled and tasted like. I began to search our cupboards. . . . . .

. . . . . . Where is it??! Ugh! I can't find it anywhere. Mom. She must know where it is. I should have asked her in the first place! Yes! I found it.
Yes, yes, that's the smell! I pot a little on a spoon. . . Yes, yes, yes! That's the taste. As my palate absorbs the flavor, my mind floods with memories, and feelings of sorrow and euphoria as I remember how India forever touched my soul. . . .

I fell in love with India.

It really is nice to remember. . . :)

Slow down.

Smell the Roses.

Remember the Honeysuckles.

Find the Daffodils.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

A Surprise. To: Me

So. . . As you know, It's the beginning of a new trimester. The new trimester brings new classes. Working classes. . .

Wait, working classes??? Surprise! Oh snap. . . I haven't had to work in school since. . . Last year! I'm not sure if I remember how. . . Ugh.
I'm secretly dreading it. Well. . . Not-so-secretly anymore.
I am going to kick it into gear. I can do this!

I looked at my bum this morning before I ran out the door to go to school, and I noticed that I have a lot of bum that I can work off. Some girls in my speech class and I also talked about it. Together, we are going to work our bums off. We're going to work them off this trimester 'till there's nothing left. Gone. Zip. Nada. Zilch. (I love that word! Zilch.)
I have a long way to go, but by graduation, I really will have no bum.
In all my classes, I will work! I'll work hard, and well. :)

I'm not very practiced at working hard in school. . . but I can do it. I can, I can! This trimester frightens me a bit but. . . with faith, hope, and persistence I'll do splendidly. I will, I will!

Thursday, February 26, 2009

End of the Trimester!

Tomorrow will be the last day of my second trimester at Jerome High School. For those of you who don't know what a trimester is, it's just like a semester. Except we have three. Not two.
I'm glad the trimester is about done. :)

I'm applying for housing at Utah State today! Ahh! I'm growing up. Wierd.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Sunny Rain

June 24, 2009. Actually, I'm writing this on February 24, 2009.

Sunny rain is definitely one of the most splendid things in existence.

When Rain falls, the sky is usually expected to be cloudy. When the Sun shines through, it truly is a miracle. We've had Sunny Rain all day, and it has helped me so much to just be me and to be cheerful.

The thread of my thoughts wind around the idea of Rain, and Sun, and Sunny Rain.

The Rain is like my hard times . . . Sometimes, when it's pouring Rain, I feel the need to run away from it. To hide from the cloudy tears. When I see the Sun shine through, It gives me a whole new joyous perspective, and the Rain becomes a grand adventure. The Sun is always there. Sometimes, I just can't see it . . . I just need to remember.

I love to dance in the rain :)

Monday, February 16, 2009

To: My Best Friends

I loved the daffodils,
And running in the rain.
Laughing till we about peed our pants,
There was nothing quite the same.
Reading books by the fire place,
Playing at the park,
We painted fences,
Played silly games,
You left a hand print on my heart.
While eating Ice Cream,
And playing in the snow,
Time ran out, I had to go.

Time's gone by.
We've giggled and cried.
I just want to say...I miss you.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009


Chocolate. Sneezing. Sun.

I love chocolate.
I love to sneeze.
I love the sun.

When I eat chocolate and look at the sun, I sneeze.

It is a splendid sensation. :)

Chocolate. Sneezing. Sun.



i am restless

i want to run
i want to yell
i want to dance
i want to grow
i feel as if i'll be 17 forever...

time is moving so SLOWLY

i want to progress
i want to love
i want to learn
i want to play
it seems like i'm going to be stuck in this time for the next 10 years...

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Something to be grateful for.

So, my whole family got the 24 hour flu. Well, Benny, my mom, Emma, and I did. It is not very fun. . .

Today it hit me, but I am grateful. I am grateful that I haven't had to throw up or anything :). My symptoms just include being chillish, having body aches, and tummy hurts. I haven't had to deal with throwing up a billion times like the others (knock on wood!), and tomorrow should be well enough to go to school :).

What a blessing!

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

My New Theme Song

I have a new theme song. I've heard it before, but for the first time today, I listened to what it was actually saying. I love it :). My favorite part is at the beginning, and I'll share those lyrics with you. You can also listen to the full song on my playlist. It really is my new theme song.

Many the Miles - Sara Bareilles

There's too many things that I haven't done yet
Too many sunsets I haven't seen
You can't waste the day wishing it'd slow down
You would've thought by now
I'd have learned something

I made up my mind when I was a young girl
I've been given this one world
I won't worry it away
But now and again I lose sight of the good life
I get stuck in a low light
But then Love comes in

How far do I have to go to get to you
Many the miles
Many the miles
How far do I have to go to get to you
Many the miles
But send me the miles and I'll be happy to follow you, Love
Um, I like this song a very lot :). I listened to it, and I asked myself, "Self? Is this song written for you???" and I replied, "I'm pretty sure it is. I think it's really titled, 'Becca's Theme Song'. Not Many the Miles. " I like to apply this song to my greatest loves. My family, The Savior and the Gospel, and my friends. I will go many the miles for them. :) I'm pretty sure if you're reading my blog you most likely fall into that category. Listen to the song. It will cheer you up on a grey day! ..... or any other day you may be having :)

Thursday, January 29, 2009

A few new goals. . .

One of my favorite friends recently shared a quote with me. "Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today." I would like to model my life like that. :)

I will do my best to. . .
Live 'till I'm at least 82 years old.
Try to live everyday without regrets.
Be an amazing mother and grandma. (I'm most excited for the grandma part.)
Live a life full of love, zest, joy, and Christ.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009


When posting about the 5 degree Fahrenheit cold in Rexburg, my sister Mary stated, "...The best part of this kind of cold is the freezing sensation of your nose hairs. All side effects of cold are worth it for this one, extremely fascinating phenomenon. At first you think that maybe there is just a rather large crusty boogy in your nose, but after a while you convince yourself that that can't be it. When you breath out, the little icicles on your nose hairs melt, when you breathe in they freeze..."

It happens in Jerome too. She wasn't fibbing when she told me my nose hairs could freeze. It is a thrilling sensation.

Monday, January 26, 2009


I had a splendid weekend. This is Amber. She is my best friend/soulmate/dynamic duo. We are eachother's other halves. She was able to come up this weekend! It was very much fun plus some :). We made HotDog Men! Here are some great photos.

Amber making her very first HotDog Man!

"AHHHH!!! Save us!"-Boiling HotDog Men.

Whelma, Jamal, Barfus, (was that his name?), and Larpy. (Okay. . . I can't remember perfectly. . . But you get the idea. Their names were creative.)

HotDog Man! Yum!

Oh cute. I love Amber. I am so glad I had the opportunity to spend this weekend with her! We are a pretty dynamic duo. We make good HotDog Men!

Missing Socks

Have you ever feared that inside your clothes dryer there was a mean monster eating random socks of yours? Well, I am here to tell you that this is a very valid fear!! The Sock Monster is real! My socks keep disappearing in the laundry, and I don't know what to do! Questions have been flooding my mind, Where do they go? What happens to them? Why do they never return? All of my questions point to one obvious answer. The Sock Monster. Watch out socks. He is waiting.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Pleasant Thought.

I said I would have a happy blog soon. I just read this on the website. It is truly inspired. :) President Monson said this.

Youth Gems - 20 January 2009


Mortality is a period of testing, a time to prove ourselves worthy to return to the presence of our Heavenly Father. In order to be tested, we must sometimes face challenges and difficulties. At times there appears to be no light at the tunnel’s end—no dawn to break the night’s darkness. We feel surrounded by the pain of broken hearts, the disappointment of shattered dreams, and the despair of vanished hopes. We join in uttering the biblical plea “Is there no balm in Gilead?”6 We are inclined to view our own personal misfortunes through the distorted prism of pessimism. We feel abandoned, heartbroken, alone. If you find yourself in such a situation, I plead with you to turn to our Heavenly Father in faith. He will lift you and guide you. He will not always take your afflictions from you, but He will comfort and lead you with love through whatever storm you face.

Thomas S. Monson, “Looking Back and Moving Forward,” Ensign, May 2008, 87–90

Topics: Adversity

I am already feeling better. :)


I feel overloadededed.
I have a lot I need to do and take care of.
I should just stop blogging this second and get done everything I need to complete.
Clogging Dances.
Senior Project.
Be Nice to my family.
Be friendly to kids at school.
Don't stop being social!
Test tomorrow that I'm not exactly ready for. . . .
I need to stop blogging this second.
Senior project.
College money.
Summer Job.
Will I even graduate?
I miss my Utah friends.
I miss Mary.
I am having a hard day.
I'm sorry for such a gloomy blog.
I'll post a happy one soon.
I forgot where I put my brave pants.


A really long story short,

I was on an empty road in the wrong lane, I looked, and didn't see anyone else on the stinkin' street. I backed up to get in the correct lane, and accidentally bumped the curb. I'm good at misjudging curb distance. . . it wasn't too out of the ordinary. . . I was on my way to the bank and noticed a man following me. He even honked and was throwing his arms up in anger. When I changed lanes, he would too, and I was very frightened. I called my mom and freaked out saying, "Mom, a scary man is following me, and I don't know what to do!!!" She replied calmly saying, "Well, just get to the bank and go in." I got to the bank, and he followed me. I got out of the car and he got out of his and started yelling at me, I started saying whatever came to my head, "I'm so so so so sorry, I didn't mean to cut you off, I am really sorry, I didn't mean to, I'm really really so sorry..." Then he said, "If you hit somebody, you have to stop! I called the police and told them you were running away!" It turned out I accidentally bumped his car, and not a curb. Three police cars showed up. I was just glad he wasn't going to beat me, then another fear set in. I just hit and run. I broke the law. We looked at the cars, I was really scared. there was absolutely no damage on his car, and a little scratch on my mom's mini-van from his license plate. The police told him why I didn't stop, (Because I thought I bumped a curb and was afraid he was going to beat me.) and he started to understand, but he was still set on filing a claim. The police officers said, "But there is no damage!" The claim was filed. They said I don't have anything to worry about. I am still a little traumatized.

Oh, a kind of funny story. You know my dad, he is a joker. He showed up, and was looking at the cars and checking out my crime scene, and said, "Becca, you know you really should stop if you get in an accident." He had a big grin on his face. He was just teasing. . . I started crying really a lot and said, trying not to yell, "I didn't know I bumped him!" I felt horrible, and wasn't nice and didn't let him apologize for a minute. Then I said sorry for being a mean teenager. If I didn't, I am sorry dad. I love you. Um, That's all.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Brave Pants

I have a favorite pair of pants. These pants are very near and dear to my heart. I like to call these pants my Brave Pants.

My Brave Pants are an invisible pair of pants I wear to give me courage. The pants must be worn over another pair of pants, or under a skirt. If the pants aren't worn that way, they will not work. Their power just goes away, and you're left empty handed. With zilch. (I really wanted to say zilch.) That is how my Brave Pants work.

My Brave Pants have helped me through a good handful of tough times. They work splendidly whenever I call on them.

Everybody has a pair of Brave Pants. They're with the rest of your pants. You probably haven't seen them yet because you haven't been looking with the right set of eyes. Trust me, they are there. Put them on whenever you need help being brave. The Brave Pants will work. They've been a life line to me.

Monday, January 12, 2009

Random. Again.

This next sentence is to the tune, I love the mountains.
I love the mountains, I love the sunsets here, I love the flowers, especially the daffodils!

I wanted to blog, but I don't know what to blog about. I just think this will maybe be a throw up blog where my thoughts throw up.

I had a splendid time in Utah this weekend :) :). I got to see a good handful of my favorite people. I was so glad to see my YMAD friends, my cousins, Erin and Ryan, their new boy Jack, and my aunt and uncle, Maggie and Keith. They are all fantastic :). Lori, Mary, Amber, Colton, Nate, Shanda, Nicole, and Katie, thank you so so much for coming to see me :). I have missed you a very great deal. It probably made the rest of my January, just being able to see you. No joke.

So, Sometimes when Emma and I are getting ready in the morning, we listen to music. Today was Taylor Swift. I think she is a true artist. Haha, well, almost. I like her music. Most of it is just cheesy teenage girl stuff, that makes our hearts flutter, or is easy for any girl between the ages of 13 and 19 to relate to. I love when my siblings listen to it together. We get pretty silly. . .

Jerome is great, by the way. I really do like it here. Sometimes, I don't like it, but it's usually because I don't remember who I am, or how to be myself. When I DO remember those things, Jerome is a splendid place to live.

I have to go and do my class work now. . . Thank you for letting me be random. :)

Friday, January 9, 2009

Early Goodbye

As cold winds chill
All stands still
Time is just a memory

It snows and blows
We laughed and cried
The times we had are gone

Winter ends and we pretend
Goodbye is far away

Goodbye to snow and snowball fights
To mistletoe and 'Peace on Earth'
Snow angels and Frozen men
I'll see you all in time

Time comes and goes
It snows and blows
We laugh, we cry, we sing

As cold winds chill
All stands still
Time is still a memory

Wednesday, January 7, 2009


I have a new talent.

I'm not sure how new it really is. . . But I discovered it tonight at our Young Women activity.

Are you ready for this. . . . . . . . . . . . .??

I can fit a whole Hostess Ding Dong in my mouth without squishing it at all! My lips can even close. I can also keep my mouth politely closed and eat it.

If that isn't talent, then I don't know what really is.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Sisters. Sisters.

I would like to dedicate this song to my sister Mary. (Okay, okay, and Emma too. I just miss Mary like crazy right now.) No. . . I didn't write it. . . I haven't developed those creativity skills yet. . .

Sisters, Sisters From: White Christmas. Written by: Irving Berlin. Commentary by: Becca Carlisle. Commentary written in the : (Bolded Parentheses).

Sisters, sisters (Mary, Emma, and Becca)
There were never such devoted sisters, (Benny is pretty devoted too.)
Never had to have a chaperone, No sir, (No sir.)
I'm here to keep my eye on her (They're more often there to keep an eye on me. They are good at it.)
Caring, sharing (It's a rule in our house, but don't worry. We usually do it on our own. )
Every little thing that we are wearing (Um. . . Only shirts, pants, and dresses. Sometimes shoes.)
When a certain gentleman arrived from Rome (Singapore)
She wore the dress, and I stayed home (Actually, Mary and I are going to be in Salt Lake for that particular weekend, and Emma can't date.)
All kinds of weather, we stick together (No doubt.)
The same in the rain and sun (and Ice, and fire, and snow, and wet, and cold, and FREEZING IDAHO!)
Two different faces, but in tight places (Three, remember? and Benny is different too.)
We think and we act as one (on occasion. . . )
Those who have seen us (People have seen us.)
Know that not a thing could come between us (Not a single thing.)
Many men have tried to split us up, but no one can (Many like. . . none, But they couldn't. Oh no, they could not.)
Lord help the mister who comes between me and my sister (Sisters. Plural. There are three of us, Remember??)
And Lord help the sister, who comes between me and my man (Help her!)

Dear Mary,

I miss you. I love you. You are my favorite older sister. I love you. I miss you.

Love, Becca.

PS. Here is a good photo from the olden days. Enjoy.
PS Again. Sorry, I couldn't add the photo. I'll try to again some other time. It's a good one.

PS after the PS Again. I found it. :) Oh cute.