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

Freezing

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

Cute.

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 LDS.org website. It is truly inspired. :) President Monson said this.

Youth Gems - 20 January 2009

Adversity

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. :)

Overloadedededed

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.
School.
Government.
Scholarships.
Clogging Dances.
Graduating.
Senior Project.
Be Nice to my family.
Chores.
Sleep.
Be friendly to kids at school.
Homework.
Chores.
Don't stop being social!
Test tomorrow that I'm not exactly ready for. . . .
I need to stop blogging this second.
Run.
School.
Senior project.
School.
School.
College.
College money.
Summer Job.
College.
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.

Traumatized

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

Amazing!

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!)

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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.