Seasonal Taste

Today on my chilly walk to school I pressed shuffle on my iPod.
Bad choice. A Jack Johnson song, followed by the Submarines left me scowling at the grey sky and leaf-covered ground.
So I changed to some Charlie Brown Christmas music. Not terribly Christmasy, but good for coldish weather.
"You can't listen to summer music in the winter," I told myself, "Just like you shouldn't listen to Christmas music in the spring. Because if you listen to music of the wrong season, you feel disappointed that it is not the season your iPod thinks it is."

So here is the music that I listen to, in any given season:

Spring:



Summer:



Autumn:



Winter:



Any time and all the time:

today I wrote a Children's Book for my sister

Katie Mae Kitty
was the littlest cat
she had three older sisters
and a brother, at that!

Katie Mae Kitty
could not go to school,
she could not use the oven
or swim alone in the pool.

Katie Mae Kitty
felt smaller than small
she thought, if she could,
she'd grow a hundred feet tall!

She'd do what she wanted
and go where she pleased
and Katie Mae Kitty
would never be teased

Katie Mae Kitty
would have fish every night
she'd drink chocolate milk
and stay out all night.

So Katie Mae Kitty
sat down with her mother
and asked if she could
be as old as her brother.

She asked to do what
the older cats do
to use the remote
to swim in the pool.

And Katie Mae Kitty's
Mama Cat said,
"If you're a big kitty,
you sleep in your own bed.

"Your mama won't wash you,
or sing you to sleep,
so think to yourself
what you want to keep.

"You can't keep your toys,
but that's not so bad,
the worst little bit
can hardly be had.

"Katie Mae Kitty,
listen and think,
your mama can't hold you
if you grow up too quick.

"Your sisters can't take you
up in their arms.
Your brother can't keep you
safe from all harms.

"Your daddy can't have you
sit on his lap,
and your mama will miss
her littlest cat."

So Katie Mae Kitty
thought of the pool,
she thought about fish,
she thought about school.

Then she thought sadly
of her family's paws
her daddy's, her sisters',
Her brother's and mom's.

Those paws couldn't hold her,
tuck her in at night.
So Katie Mae thought,
she thought hard, and thought right.

"Oh Mama Cat,"
Katie Mae Kitty meowed,
"I think I'll only do
the things I'm allowed.

I don't want to be bigger,
I don't need more fish
I just want my family
to love me like this.

I want them to hold me,
and take care when I'm ill
I don't want to be bigger,
but a little cat, still."

And Mama Cat pulled
her little cat close
and gave her a kiss
on her little pink nose.

Katie Mae Kitty
was the littlest one
of all seven cats,
but she had the most fun,

Because every night
her mom cleaned her fur,
she tucked her in tight
and started to purr.

And as Katie Mae Kitty
falls fast asleep
she thinks of the things
that she wants to keep.

Today's Letter is S

Things I need in order of importance.




a shower


a somewhat bloody steak

Things I want in order of greatest desire:


a somewhat bloody steak



and a shower.

Lana thinks it strange how often food reminds me of puke.

The following foods have the grossest textures ever:
yogurt with fruit mashed in
oatmeal
all the crap Lana eats, like couscous and grits
cream of wheat
sushi with cream cheese in it
tofu
and soft apples

The following foods have wonderful textures:
mashed potatoes
squash
stuffing
pudding
oatmeal cookies. whad up?

My gag reflex is totally heightened of late, and I've had a seriously hard time eating mushy foods, EXCEPT for the mushy food that is pure delicious.
Sounds like I'm set for Thanksgiving, and can never have breakfast again, nor be some sort of edgy 21 year old who eats sushi and tofu.
Then again, seared Ahi Tuna is probably my new favorite food. That's sushiesque, right?
Whatever. I can eat usually two sushi rolls, enjoying the taste before the texture makes the third roll impossible to swallow. I can eat most of a yogurt if it is not whipped, pie-flavored, or strawberry if I pick out all the fruit. I can eat some oatmeal with toast (which I hate), covered in LOTS of sugar (which I love), if I'm terribly cold, and if someone else made it for themselves, then for me.
And who wants tofu or grits anyways? Those appeal to a very select audience.

Making Wishes

I love to make wishes.
I make wishes at 11:11, and 12:34, and any number that is even remotely significant, like at 4:11, my birthday, if the radio station and the time are the same. If the miles on my car have some sort of a pattern.
I makes wishes when I sneeze. I make wishes when an eye lash falls onto my cheek. I make wishes when I see things that are new, because my exchange student friend from Chile used to make wishes every time she saw a squirrel, because they don't have squirrels in Chile.
I make wishes when I see squirrels.
I make wishes on dandelions, when pulling petals off flowers, when I'm falling asleep at night. When I see white horses. Shooting stars. Going through tunnels.

The problem here isn't that wishes don't come true, or that I'm too old to make wishes, or anything logical, the problem is that I am a mormon. The problem is that I was taught to pray, and ever since I was a child I would make a wish, blow out all the candles on my cake and think, "I wish I could get a bike for my birthday. In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen."
I don't know how to end wishes.
Still, twenty years old I make a wish when I see my breath and think "I wish I could get a date for this weekend."
I walk along a few more steps feeling like I need to end my wish and find myself thinking "In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen."
But then I feel guilty, I've caught myself on dozens of occasions making a wish and then thinking, "Never mind, I'm sorry, it's inappropriate for me to ask that. I don't really need my roommates to bring me cake tonight." Because over time my childish playful wishes have all turned into prayers, and my prayer-wishes always feel guilty for asking for candy, boyfriends, ponies, and that I could somehow get accepted into Hogwarts.
This is a pain in the butt since literally several times a day I make a silly wish, or even a wish that is actually important to me, but maybe selfish, or not necessarily what I ought to be wishing for, and I find myself repenting for it.
Geez, louise.
I wish I could make some good ol' fashioned wishes.

hey jude

Happy Birthday, Bear!

This is my sexy hot sister, Mary.





Today is Mary's 17th birthday!
Oh my gosh, I can't even believe it.
I just wanted to share a few pictures of the team.
I was just going to have one from the past and one from now, but I got super carried away.
This is us. Becky, Dad, Squalling, Little Mary.

Then of course, the rest are of Mare and I throughout a span of like 6 years.
Yeah, I know, she's the cuter of the two.










Here are some favorite Mary quotes.
this is me
mary
and mom

i think i have something on my butt, could you look and see? i promise not to smell you.

beeecckyy? i have a problem. could you tell me if this is something you might say, so i can say that you said it?

just so you know my boobs have gotten bigger since you left. i just took off my bra. in fact, i'm standing naked in front of the mirror rather, i'm jumping up and down... just kidding.
--anonymous sister

okay. you can put that quote online, but only if you put it as by "anonymous sister"
really. could it be kathryn?
haha, wait. well, that seemed really good in my head.

are you worried about moving?
i'll be alright, but i have become much better friends lately with people at school, like Andy and Taylor.... actually, i think his name is Tyler

is she is wearing a bra in that picture?
do your boobs hang low, do they wobble to and fro?
nope
and they never will, becky
don't be too sure, she used to be flatter than becky
when? as a newborn baby?

what are you TALKING about?!
oh, absorbing sperm...

AH! I hate you, you know sinners go to hell and that is where the blacks are going!
WHAT?
oh, that wasn't racist. I meant these little black game pieces...

(mary accidentally wraps a belt around her neck)
oh my gosh, mom, help me! i can't stop laughing and that makes it tighter!
come on, mare! kids die this way
you told me this was dangerous and i didn't believe you!

Happy Birthday, Mary!
I love you so much, as funny as my friends are, you are always my favorite, and --of course-- the funniest. I never peed my pants for any of them, and we've peed our pants in Cabellas, the van, your bed, and church, among other places.
You always make me laugh, even if its just because you're so completely crazy-nuts.
And now that we don't live together :) it's nice that I have someone to call and talk to, because even if you're telling me to suck it up, or that you have no pity for my misfortunes, I always feel better after calling you.
I can't wait for you to be out here next year.

The Great Warriors of Glenwood

We are taking on everything that pisses us off, and coming off as (sometimes) conquerors.
Lauren is the fiercest of warriors; she yelled at the stompers above us, and sassed off to the Glenwood office about our broken toilet and ripped up carpets.
Lana planned the strategy for luring the fly out of our home --although in the end, Macord ended up killing it, but she is the most strategic.
I am not being a very good warrior lately.
Lana and Lauren have both used their siren charms to lure men to them, and I have not.
Lana and Lauren have both released bugs into the hallway, I have not.
Lana and Lauren have both showered lately. Only my stench is fierce.
Ah, 9:44 PM, the stompers above have begun, right on schedule.
Maybe tonight I will take them down.

today:
I wrote a list of music and movies from the nineties that i loved. uncle cracker, sugar ray, and tlc, anyone?
and I wrote a list of things about today that make me happy, including boys with hair longer than the honor code allows, old school photos, like from film cameras, and not having anything to entertain myself with besides paper and a pen.
I wrote a letter to the great pumpkin, i mentioned fall, the presents i would like, and where i plan to be on halloween if i am found to be sufficiently sincere.
I held the taper recorder outside so that clark can hear the wind when i finally mail him his tape.
I picked all of the peach-chunks out of my yogurt before eating, so i didn't get one on accident and throw up.
I listened to my brit lit teacher pretend to be Wall-E, and do the robot, and then do a great Kip, saying "we chat online for like 6 hours a day, so I guess you could say things are getting pretty serious."
I listened to some old music, like the music I listened to in high school, the scorpions, skid row, tom petty and van halen, you know, the good stuff.
I took a shower, for the first time since sunday morning... like 10 minutes ago.
I decided to put off making blueberry muffins until the morning, so I could write the essay due in 11 hours about Metaphysical poetry.
I have yet to begin, because instead I turned on some Belle and Sebastian, and wrote this blog post.
Lana is making me stop blogging.
In theory, this is so I can do homework. I think I will be watching Harry Potter, though.

"hogging all the good genes"

i talked to my roommates, and remembered --though of course, i couldn't forget-- how dearly i love you.
i talked to a few of my minnesota friends this week, via text.
guess what.
I love you, too.
I talked to my mom, and to my dear baby. you are wonderful. i love you.
I've been smiley all the day through. here are some pearls.
burns told me that his roommates (all old, mostly male, one a pregnant, bisexual woman) were brewing some beer in the kitchen and he is now the YMCA camp rope course facilitator.
brian told me that he is charming, and can speak in a british or french accent and that if i go to europe i only need enough money for food and a scarf if I have a camera.
lauren verbally abused the girl from upstairs for being too stompy, and then praised my love and abilty to read her by choosing some cake music for us to listen to.
kathryn told me she was worried about getting in trouble for eating oatmeal in the living room, but she had to because clifford was on.
and last night hilary had hardly come in the door before collapsing in tears on the floor -- laughter tears. She had to crawl back into the living room and repeat after lauren "Lana, that hat looks very good and not like an oven mitt or doile." she couldn't handle it.
how wonderful!
we had a wonderful bon fire, and could see the city lights and stars at the same time, and had a chance to spend time with some of my favorite people in the whole of utah. marshmellos, pretzels, popcorn, and nutella never tasted so good. i loved that it was cold, and wish it was cold now.
i still smell like fire, and i've showered twice.
this doesn't upset me. i want to spend all my time just like that. Talking, sitting close, and having warm hands and feet, and a cold pink nose.
i saw kendra, kaylie, and patrick doing interpretive aerobics, and realized how much i've missed you girls, and how much i will miss patrick. (i saw patrick's garments and texted my roommates to tell the exciting, endowed news. they already knew, but i've seen the proof!) I'm so proud of all my friends who serve missions. i love to make you tapes, trevor and clark i promise yours are on their ways!
magee said he missed me, and i felt happy and sad. i miss you, too.
last night lana and lauren and paige felt it was a good idea to attack me in my bed chambers. they didn't not know the defensive power i have.
a few christmas carols and boob-punches, and i was snuggled up in an empty bed.
of course, i also had a concussion by then.
that was after we created the den of gluttony. It took up the whole living room, and it's arms reached the mess into the kitchen. Lauren cleaned it. good girl, Lauren.

our apartment is messy again.
it happens so quickly.
it all happens too quickly.

Fortified. (continued)

This is the Den of Gluttony.
Within this den we celebrate and practice the 7 Deadly Sins, focusing especially upon Idleness and Gluttony.


You can't see all of our food, but we ate rice with peanut sauce, ice cream, apples, crackers with honey and peanut butter, cookie dough, gummy worms, carmels, chips and salsa, juice, and ... there was more...


These are the architects. We have an elaborate framework, and ceiling structure to make the fort completely collapse-proof.

We watched the following: Casper the Friendly Ghost, The newest episode of the Office, several episodes of How I Met Your Mother, an episode of Clone High, and a whole lot of YouTube.


We didn't leave the den for about four hours straight.
We made up a song, called "fat sunday."
it's a round.

no. this is not a Becky-Collage

This is a LOOK HOW MUCH I'VE GROWN collage.
all caps.
big deal.


more specifically, this is a look how long my hair is collage.
the beginning picture is from the day when Brooke cut my hair in St. George. The ending picture is from a few days ago. The others are from the 4/5ish months in between.
SO LONG.
Thank you, pact.
You've kept me from cutting my hair.
As lovely as it was short, I LOVE my hair long.
Gah! it's wonderful!
thank you hair for being so good to me.

Fortified.

Today I went to church and was fortified.
Now my home shall be fortified.

We're building a fort.
A HAUNTED fort.

best idea ever.

The Uni-Mind

I just wanted to address the uni-mind.
My old seminary teacher/bishop Paul Stanley knew all about the uni-mind. He told us all about it.
the uni-mind is what connects all women. So I can make any one of these faces in any sort of context



and my girl friends know what I am thinking, but more than that, most women could figure out what I mean.
example?
A girl who lives by me came over to tell us about her unfortunate date. Apparently, while introducing her to his roommate and his girlfriend he forgot her name she and the roommates girlfriend exchanged a silent conversation, and then were better friends. While she was sharing this story, in a very crazy manner, my roommates and I exchanged a silent conversation about how completely nuts she is.
The uni-mind.