Travel Companion

This afternoon I was driving down the street, listening to NPR, mindin my own business when this guy (who I kid you not, was as big as the palm of my hand) decided to take a leisurely walk up my windshield.

Holy 7 car pileup! I seriously almost had a stroke.

He must have been an adrenaline junky, because this humungo dude held on for at least 3 miles and 75 miles per hour... I think he parachuted off!

When it comes to driving, failure to use the turn signal is now my second biggest pet peeve!

TGIF

I am really looking forward to this weekend!

I want to continue celebrating the big fat A+ I was awarded in my first class. Danny and I started celebrating last night with oregano's and Odells IPA.

(and I wonder why I have a little extra lovin' on me)

I also need to take a breather from burning trash bins, leaky roofs, financial reports, damaged demising walls and cracked foundations. Oh and Human feces... but I'll save that story for another day.

Since I REALLY needed this weekend I decided to prolong it and took an extra day off.

Guess how I am going to spend my three day weekend?

No. But a girl can dream.

I will actually be doing this:

Yup, MOVING.

That's right I'm heading back to Mesa Town! Wish me luck since I enjoy moving almost as much as I love my annual visit to the woman doctor.

There is more. Not only am I moving back to Mesa, but I am also moving back in with my parents...

This feels weird to me, and slightly inside out and upside down. At first I was a little embarrassed and thought It would be a good idea to hide it from the world, but instead I'm going to keep my pride in check (see Proverbs 16: 18-19) and embrace this change.

I made this decision because despite being 26, gainfully employed, and independent moving home just makes financial sense. I will be able to save heaps of money this way.

I actually plan on making large heaping piles of all the money I save and jumping into it like a five year old in leaves. Or Maybe I'll put it in CDs or a Money Market? What a predicament. Regardless of how it is stored it will go toward my semester of student teaching, and eventually a sweet little house.

Whoa it feels good to get that off my chest!

Since I will be moving my two bedroom townhouse into one tiny room with a even tinnier closet I am going to focus on organization.

Here is the motivation for my tiny space overhaul.

My Closet can be organized. It can. Simplify Simplify Simplify

This is my new Anthem

A Day in the Life

Of a Property Manager

This charred trashcan almost looks like art. Almost.

Oh how I adore my ultra Glamorous Job!

GILLY!

I think about this skit quite often for two reasons.

1. It may be the worst Saturday Night Live skit ever.
- When this originally aired a group of 14 of us sat and watched it. First everyone was silent, after a few moments there were a few "what the's?". When it ended everyone agreed- WORST skit ever.

2. OR It may be the best Saturday Night Live ever.
- In the subsequent hours, days, weeks, and months several of us use the skit in appropriate situations. ie Everyone is quiet "GILLY"..... "sorry", and then the dance.



Best? or Worst?

Teleporting on this Thursday

I am not sure why but today I feel like:

It's not a bad way to feel.

Diamond Rock Camping

This past weekend my family and I went up to the white mountains for a couple days of roughin' it. Dad, Ty and Diane had already been there for 7 days by the time Nick, Danny and I arrived. They are super hard core!

Here is the group- minus Danny, he was the brilliant artist behind this shot

Danny and I at in the 'watch tower'. This is where the rangers keep a look out for forest fires. It had amazing views and smelled of grilled cheese.
Elk!

Deer- if you have seen the movie without a paddle...

don't these deer remind you of the growling deer?

Big Horn Butts.

Drive me Nuts.

More big horn sheep.

All in all it was a really nice getaway.

Back To School

Well I’ve finally done it. I’m officially a Northern Arizona University Lumber Jack!

After three years of procrastinating I have gone back to school to get my Masters Degree. I can’t lie, it has been incredibly hard to get back into the swing of things… and I’ve only been on this ride for two weeks! But do you know what that means? Only 66 more weeks until I’m done :)

This little journey of mine did start out a little er, embarrassing. On my first day as an NAU Grad Student (I feel ridiculously pretentious calling myself a Grad Student and will stop hereafter), I showed up at St. Mary’s Catholic High School about ten minutes before class was scheduled to begin. As I walked through the small campus I suddenly realized that I had not only forgotten to write down what class I was actually there for, but also failed to look at the room number said class was being held in. How could this happen!? I had gone through my list so thoroughly: Pen, Check. Highlighter, Check. Binder, Check. College Ruled Paper, Check. Snacks, Check (it is a five hour class!). Optimistic and Eager Attitude, Double Check! Oh well, I thought to myself, how many NAU classes can there be on a high school campus during the summer?

With a renewed sense of 'everything is going to be GREAT', I made my way down the hallway toward the classroom where our orientation was held. As I walked down this corridor I immediately knew I was in the right place, I could feel it in my bones! And more importantly, there were other adults walking into classrooms with backpacks and trapper keepers, well maybe not trapper keepers. I continued my way down the hall peering into each room to assess the crowd. The first room was filled with burly men- clearly not my class. The next one was an equal mix of gals and guys- also not my place. Then I saw it, a room full of chatty women. BINGO! I quietly asked the nearest person what class this was… I couldn’t have everyone thinking I didn’t know where I was. She nicely responded BME631. Sweet! I knew I was taking that class this semester, although a little part of me was saying “Becca, this isn’t right” I immediately put the kibosh on that. This is where I belonged, among the chatty women.

Shortly after I got situated in a chair on the opposite side of the room I noticed that everyone was in conversations with each other, it seemed like they were all good ol’ friends. I felt a little like an outcast but was sure that I would be invited into a conversation soon. Another five minutes passed and I was still an outcast, a leper in exile. Finally, the instructor walked in and all of the chatty women shut their chatty mouths, Thank God. He immediately passed out the syllabus, instructed us to create a circle with our desks, and asked everyone to introduce themselves. The first woman began “As you all know, I’m Mary, and am so excited that this is our last semester!” ……

DAMN! I am in the wrong class, and there are 15 chatty desks seperating me from the door. I was paralyzed as it all became clear, BME631 was the internet class I was enrolled in!

As the women went around and re-introduced themselves to the others, who were in fact their good ol’ friends, I just sat there quietly trying to plan an escape. You see, this program is designed so that each group goes through the entire program together. Eventually the circle reached me, the outsider- “Hi I’m Becca, and this is embarrassing, but um....er.....I am in the wrong class”. Giggles…silence... then finally help. I was told there was another class down the hall with the brand new cohort.

30 seconds later, 15 minutes late, and bright as a tomato I finally found my rightful class.

New Trend

I don't know about you, but I've been noticing an interesting trend these last few months...

The return of the Stache!

Lately I've found myself day dreaming about cowboys, Charlie Chaplin, Milk, Burt Reynolds, and well the 70's in general.

I think I'm okay with this.

Ohoh I'm also okay with other things having mustaches such as nuts

(I am seriously thinking about putting this in my living room...no really)

Herm....

It's a Key-Stache! Almost like a Keytar, but better.

Here is another person I may or may not day dream about...

Clay Zavada is Redicurad!

(it is a new word meaning-ridiculously rad. Just embrace it)

I'm not down with the return of the Fashion mullet, seeing all of the 80's gear in my fav stores makes me a little nauseated, and Buttrock can stay dead in the grave.

But the Stache comeback? This is one trend I can get behind!

Now.... how can I convince the boy to do the same?

PS all the Stache gear is from Esty.