Below is a speech competition. We are champions!
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Below is a speech competition. We are champions!
Friday, June 12, 2009
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)
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
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...
- Tie Dye
- Secrets :) Maybe. Probably not. (Suckas... :) )
- Marilyn Monroe
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
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 :)