Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Brilliant Brothers Bloom
I adore this movie.
IT WAS SO GOOD, We found this cute little theater that has couches to sit on, and shows Independent films, and for Mary, Travis, and me to go on a friday night to the opening it only cost 15 dollars.
Anyways, please watch it.
You can see the trailer and a film clip at apple.com
p.s. I love adrien brody. He is very handsome.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
the cupboard under the stairs
this is where Harry Potter lives.
Except that it's not. It's a cupboard in my aunt Katies house which has been legally graffitied. Every child who happens to stumble upon this little gem is allowed to climb inside and color on the walls. Inside of this exposed-wood walls are little boxes of pens and markers, (and a bunch of toys, too!)
It's the best place to hide, because the floor is covered in super thick and comfy carpeting, and the walls are entertaining. They're filled with little mini journal entries. One of the Bigelow girls wrote in 1996 about a popular boy who asked her out. She said no, and wished that she hadn't.
I found my name in there twice, and added it one more time.
Can you find my name here?
these are two of my beautiful cousins. their whole family is darling, with this perfect blond hair and cute little faces. oh, I like them.
Except that it's not. It's a cupboard in my aunt Katies house which has been legally graffitied. Every child who happens to stumble upon this little gem is allowed to climb inside and color on the walls. Inside of this exposed-wood walls are little boxes of pens and markers, (and a bunch of toys, too!)
It's the best place to hide, because the floor is covered in super thick and comfy carpeting, and the walls are entertaining. They're filled with little mini journal entries. One of the Bigelow girls wrote in 1996 about a popular boy who asked her out. She said no, and wished that she hadn't.
I found my name in there twice, and added it one more time.
Can you find my name here?
these are two of my beautiful cousins. their whole family is darling, with this perfect blond hair and cute little faces. oh, I like them.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
I've been away
at the family's cabin up in Brainard. Where there is no internet.
I would like to tell you about the time spent there, so, to avoid confusion, let me clear this up:
At the cabin there was Amanda, Mary Amanda, Michael, Jack Michael, Jack, Matt, Kathryn (who goes by Katie), Katelyn (who also goes by Katie) Kathryn (who goes by Katie or Kathryn), Polly Kathryn, Danielle, Becky, Maggie, Marnie, and a bunch of Amanda's other children.
But there is a lot of name repetition in the family. That was the point of that.
So, to avoid confusion, our family has developed nicknames, for example Jack Lindsay is to only be called Little Jack. Jack Froelich must be called Big Jack Froelich.
Not just Big Jack, or Jack Froelich.
One day, as I was lying out on the deck Little Jack came out, and tried to hit me with a bungee cord. After a few minutes, he turned and asked "Becky, do you think that I'm cute?"
"Oh, yes," I said. "I think that you're very handsome." He nodded and looked down at the lake for a bit before I asked, "Do you think I'm cute?"
He nodded, and then said, "I guess that you're a pretty good cousin, too."
That was the day AFTER the entire day during which the children all called me Icky Vicky.
Kathryn my sister crawled into bed with me one morning and snuggled into my chest.
"You smell like a puppy," I said.
"That's because there are baby puppies in my tummy," she said. "And I am a puppy, but a witch put a spell on me. I was a puppy in heaven, but" she claps her hands "when I got to earth, I turned into a human. Someday, I will be kissed on the ear, and be turned back into a puppy."
"Can I try?" I asked. She pointed to her ear. I kissed it and nothing happened.
"Actually," she said, she touched her collar bone. "you have to kiss me here." I kissed her and she clapped her hands.
"In just a few days the spell will start to work!"
She was still a human when I saw her last.
Later we went swimming off the boat, jumping off and swimming under the pontoon. I went under water and when I came up, Kathryn said, "Did you see anything?"
"No," I said. "Just a big fish swimming around your feet."
"OH MY GOSH!" she latched herself around my neck. "Let's get out of here. Are you serious?"
Kathryn and Maggie swam out to the dock while all of us were on it, "we swam here by ourselves" Maggie told me. "Because you are our mommy, and we love you and we hate to swim by the prickly weeds."
I went into the house to find Maggie, Kathryn, and Katie (alternately known as Kaylie) holding hands and jumping. "Becky, Becky. Becky!" they were yelling, "we need to find Becky. Becky Becky!"
"Hi," I said. I reminded them of who I am. "I'm Becky. What's up?"
"Oh," Kaylie/Katie blushed. "We want to play house and you have to be our mom."
"I can't right now," I said.
"Well, then where's our other mom Danielle?"
After several days of my family accusing me of having French sympathies, and pretending to speak French, my sister Kathryn said to my mom, "Becky's going to be pretty mad when she hears that I'm going to France. I see London, I see France!"
I am knitting a scarf which Little Jack seems to think is a pair of pants. We don't know why he thinks that I'm making myself a pair of handmade, knitted orange pants.
My mother excells at diving, and backwards diving, and doing all sorts of flips, jumps, and etc off of the pontoon. She is horrified that none of her children can dive.
Mary tries to dive, but everytime she tries, she jumps, and about a foot above water she screams, throws out all of her limbs and belly flops. Once, for a kick, she decided to try and do a backwards dive.
My mom hung from the bottom of the boat so that if Mary hit her head on the ledge, she would actually hit my mom, and therefore not die. Mary did hit my mom's stomach with her outstretched fingers, and smacked her legs and feet against the boat railing.
We're glad that they're both alive.
I would like to tell you about the time spent there, so, to avoid confusion, let me clear this up:
At the cabin there was Amanda, Mary Amanda, Michael, Jack Michael, Jack, Matt, Kathryn (who goes by Katie), Katelyn (who also goes by Katie) Kathryn (who goes by Katie or Kathryn), Polly Kathryn, Danielle, Becky, Maggie, Marnie, and a bunch of Amanda's other children.
But there is a lot of name repetition in the family. That was the point of that.
So, to avoid confusion, our family has developed nicknames, for example Jack Lindsay is to only be called Little Jack. Jack Froelich must be called Big Jack Froelich.
Not just Big Jack, or Jack Froelich.
One day, as I was lying out on the deck Little Jack came out, and tried to hit me with a bungee cord. After a few minutes, he turned and asked "Becky, do you think that I'm cute?"
"Oh, yes," I said. "I think that you're very handsome." He nodded and looked down at the lake for a bit before I asked, "Do you think I'm cute?"
He nodded, and then said, "I guess that you're a pretty good cousin, too."
That was the day AFTER the entire day during which the children all called me Icky Vicky.
Kathryn my sister crawled into bed with me one morning and snuggled into my chest.
"You smell like a puppy," I said.
"That's because there are baby puppies in my tummy," she said. "And I am a puppy, but a witch put a spell on me. I was a puppy in heaven, but" she claps her hands "when I got to earth, I turned into a human. Someday, I will be kissed on the ear, and be turned back into a puppy."
"Can I try?" I asked. She pointed to her ear. I kissed it and nothing happened.
"Actually," she said, she touched her collar bone. "you have to kiss me here." I kissed her and she clapped her hands.
"In just a few days the spell will start to work!"
She was still a human when I saw her last.
Later we went swimming off the boat, jumping off and swimming under the pontoon. I went under water and when I came up, Kathryn said, "Did you see anything?"
"No," I said. "Just a big fish swimming around your feet."
"OH MY GOSH!" she latched herself around my neck. "Let's get out of here. Are you serious?"
Kathryn and Maggie swam out to the dock while all of us were on it, "we swam here by ourselves" Maggie told me. "Because you are our mommy, and we love you and we hate to swim by the prickly weeds."
I went into the house to find Maggie, Kathryn, and Katie (alternately known as Kaylie) holding hands and jumping. "Becky, Becky. Becky!" they were yelling, "we need to find Becky. Becky Becky!"
"Hi," I said. I reminded them of who I am. "I'm Becky. What's up?"
"Oh," Kaylie/Katie blushed. "We want to play house and you have to be our mom."
"I can't right now," I said.
"Well, then where's our other mom Danielle?"
After several days of my family accusing me of having French sympathies, and pretending to speak French, my sister Kathryn said to my mom, "Becky's going to be pretty mad when she hears that I'm going to France. I see London, I see France!"
I am knitting a scarf which Little Jack seems to think is a pair of pants. We don't know why he thinks that I'm making myself a pair of handmade, knitted orange pants.
My mother excells at diving, and backwards diving, and doing all sorts of flips, jumps, and etc off of the pontoon. She is horrified that none of her children can dive.
Mary tries to dive, but everytime she tries, she jumps, and about a foot above water she screams, throws out all of her limbs and belly flops. Once, for a kick, she decided to try and do a backwards dive.
My mom hung from the bottom of the boat so that if Mary hit her head on the ledge, she would actually hit my mom, and therefore not die. Mary did hit my mom's stomach with her outstretched fingers, and smacked her legs and feet against the boat railing.
We're glad that they're both alive.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Insomnia is the worst idea ever
Besides being brutally tortured right now, I cannot think of anything worse than being awake, and even being tortured might be okay.
I literally have not slept in two days. I think I'm going to kill something.
It's so beyond terrible. I think I'm going to attribute it to the fact that two days ago I started taking Claritin, but when weighed, insomnia trumps allergies, and I will never have another Claritin as long as I live.
What the hell? I thought that sleeping was like riding a bicycle. Something you couldn't forget how to do, but I lie in bed, and cannot remember what to do. Should I be thinking so much? Should I pray for a third time? Should I try to focus on breathing? Should I stop crying because I'm so upset that I can't sleep?
If I have fallen asleep, then it's been to dreams in which I'm lying in bed unable to fall asleep.
Finally sometime before 4 this morning, after lying in bed for 2 1/2 hours I got up and read my scriptures for twenty minutes.
Then I prayed for a really long time. Then I cried for a good fifteen minutes. Then I laid in for another forty minutes or so. Alternately crying, praying for sleep, focusing my breathing, and putting together this blog post in my mind.
All while birds chirped outside, and the light outside my window grew brighter.
All I want is to go to sleep.
Why the f am I still awake?
p.s. It seems as though the lack of sleep is stressing me out and I have just been granted the worst breakout I've had since high school
I literally have not slept in two days. I think I'm going to kill something.
It's so beyond terrible. I think I'm going to attribute it to the fact that two days ago I started taking Claritin, but when weighed, insomnia trumps allergies, and I will never have another Claritin as long as I live.
What the hell? I thought that sleeping was like riding a bicycle. Something you couldn't forget how to do, but I lie in bed, and cannot remember what to do. Should I be thinking so much? Should I pray for a third time? Should I try to focus on breathing? Should I stop crying because I'm so upset that I can't sleep?
If I have fallen asleep, then it's been to dreams in which I'm lying in bed unable to fall asleep.
Finally sometime before 4 this morning, after lying in bed for 2 1/2 hours I got up and read my scriptures for twenty minutes.
Then I prayed for a really long time. Then I cried for a good fifteen minutes. Then I laid in for another forty minutes or so. Alternately crying, praying for sleep, focusing my breathing, and putting together this blog post in my mind.
All while birds chirped outside, and the light outside my window grew brighter.
All I want is to go to sleep.
Why the f am I still awake?
p.s. It seems as though the lack of sleep is stressing me out and I have just been granted the worst breakout I've had since high school
Saturday, June 13, 2009
ask any of my siblings
and they'll tell you that the best part of a new house is exploring the woods inevitably surrounding it.
Mary, Jack, Kathryn and I explored the creepy barn out behind Matt's new house, followed by a brief investigation of the woods. Later, Mary, Nichole and I returned to the woods, and played around in these giant cement trenches, the use of which is being debated. Was it a dairy farm? A chicken coop? Some strange form of irrigation?
Who knows? Do you know?
I cannot, for some reason, coax my pictures off the camera, but when I do, you are in for a treat.
Until then, here are some pictures from my sister Mary's camera.
She took most of the pictures, but I took some, too.
I love Canon cameras.
This is my baby sister Mary, the high school graduate. She is pointing at a junk pile.
This is Mary, and my cousin Nichole.
Can you tell that that is a basketball court?
We found many things in junk piles around the yard and within the trees.
Including several bathtubs, a stove, a fridge, and a hot water heater or two. (These were actually pretty far into the woods.)
Have you ever seen such leafy greenness anywhere else? I think we might live in the garden of Eden.
This is the barn from behind. It doesn't look creepy at all here.
Mary, Jack, Kathryn and I explored the creepy barn out behind Matt's new house, followed by a brief investigation of the woods. Later, Mary, Nichole and I returned to the woods, and played around in these giant cement trenches, the use of which is being debated. Was it a dairy farm? A chicken coop? Some strange form of irrigation?
Who knows? Do you know?
I cannot, for some reason, coax my pictures off the camera, but when I do, you are in for a treat.
Until then, here are some pictures from my sister Mary's camera.
She took most of the pictures, but I took some, too.
I love Canon cameras.
This is my baby sister Mary, the high school graduate. She is pointing at a junk pile.
This is Mary, and my cousin Nichole.
Can you tell that that is a basketball court?
We found many things in junk piles around the yard and within the trees.
Including several bathtubs, a stove, a fridge, and a hot water heater or two. (These were actually pretty far into the woods.)
Have you ever seen such leafy greenness anywhere else? I think we might live in the garden of Eden.
This is the barn from behind. It doesn't look creepy at all here.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
did I mention I seem to be sharing a bed with a lab?
this post is long, but they are just some of my musings written on my journey from Virginia to Minnesota.
which is where I happen to be.
here goes:
Reading in a car makes me feel carsick, and being on a plane makes me feel planesick.
Just plane sick.
I’m sorry. No more of those truly embarrassing jokes. Just plane sick. Honestly.
But really, people talk about motion sickness, as if there is one type of nausea that you feel when you’re in motion, and it just intensifies with speed or bumpiness or something.
I pretty much hate doing anything without having music playing. My ipod is almost dead, and if it gives up then I will steal my neighbor’s.. The girl next to me has a Macbook Pro. The guy on my other side is watching a movie on his PC. Until he pulled that out I thought that he might be mildly cool.
He seemed nice.
Clearly, you can’t judge a book by its cover. But you can judge a person by their Macbook.
Hello Michigan.
Thank you for letting me stay in your airport for a while.
My iPod appears to love the Michigan airport as well, and has fine-tuned its musical ear to help me appreciate the beautiful body of water outside.
With no help from me, the song “Lake Michigan” by Rogue Wave began literally as I stepped into the airport. Immediately followed by Sufjan Steven’s “To be Alone With You,” which, if you didn’t know, begins with the line, “I'd swim across Lake Michigan,”
Also, in the two hours that I spent in the airport, I wrote a poem about dying in Lake Michigan.
It rhymes, can you believe it? Maybe my first poem that rhymes since tenth-grade English.
I’m really into my Lily Allen It’s not me, it’s you album right now, but it’s actually kind of sad. The music is brilliant, but her topics cover: how everyone is on drugs, either prescribed or illegal, Anti-gays and conservatives are worthless bigots, Just because she sleeps with you doesn’t mean she likes you, You will never find prince charming, God may still be around, but he certainly doesn’t know what’s going on, and um.. all she wants is sex and money, nothing else is important.
Yeah, okay. I know.
I’m sure she sold her soul, and that’s why her songs are both awesome, and totally horrifying.
So, my flight is over half over already, and I’m in aisle 12. The drink cart has only just gotten to the row in front of me,.
Ooooh. The smell of coffee is so strong, and wonderful. It’s perfectly soothing, and rich. It’s one of my favorite smells, and in Utah I only ever get a whiff of it in Target or Barnes and Noble.
Maybe that’s why I love the smell. Target and bookstores happen to be my favorite places ever.
Huh, everyone in my row denied drinks and cookies. Interesting.
I think that thirty or forty years ago the idea of being a flight attendant must have seemed like a saucy, sexy thing to be. All of the young women in their twenties looking for a bit of adventure, and a chance to travel must have rushed flight attendant school.
Then, when all the positions were filled, they just stopped hiring.
I don’t think I’ve ever been on a plane where the attendants were younger than fifty or sixty. I wonder how long that stayed fun for them.
I just found a spilt end and I pulled it apart for more than an inch.
which is where I happen to be.
here goes:
Reading in a car makes me feel carsick, and being on a plane makes me feel planesick.
Just plane sick.
I’m sorry. No more of those truly embarrassing jokes. Just plane sick. Honestly.
But really, people talk about motion sickness, as if there is one type of nausea that you feel when you’re in motion, and it just intensifies with speed or bumpiness or something.
I pretty much hate doing anything without having music playing. My ipod is almost dead, and if it gives up then I will steal my neighbor’s.. The girl next to me has a Macbook Pro. The guy on my other side is watching a movie on his PC. Until he pulled that out I thought that he might be mildly cool.
He seemed nice.
Clearly, you can’t judge a book by its cover. But you can judge a person by their Macbook.
Hello Michigan.
Thank you for letting me stay in your airport for a while.
My iPod appears to love the Michigan airport as well, and has fine-tuned its musical ear to help me appreciate the beautiful body of water outside.
With no help from me, the song “Lake Michigan” by Rogue Wave began literally as I stepped into the airport. Immediately followed by Sufjan Steven’s “To be Alone With You,” which, if you didn’t know, begins with the line, “I'd swim across Lake Michigan,”
Also, in the two hours that I spent in the airport, I wrote a poem about dying in Lake Michigan.
It rhymes, can you believe it? Maybe my first poem that rhymes since tenth-grade English.
I’m really into my Lily Allen It’s not me, it’s you album right now, but it’s actually kind of sad. The music is brilliant, but her topics cover: how everyone is on drugs, either prescribed or illegal, Anti-gays and conservatives are worthless bigots, Just because she sleeps with you doesn’t mean she likes you, You will never find prince charming, God may still be around, but he certainly doesn’t know what’s going on, and um.. all she wants is sex and money, nothing else is important.
Yeah, okay. I know.
I’m sure she sold her soul, and that’s why her songs are both awesome, and totally horrifying.
So, my flight is over half over already, and I’m in aisle 12. The drink cart has only just gotten to the row in front of me,.
Ooooh. The smell of coffee is so strong, and wonderful. It’s perfectly soothing, and rich. It’s one of my favorite smells, and in Utah I only ever get a whiff of it in Target or Barnes and Noble.
Maybe that’s why I love the smell. Target and bookstores happen to be my favorite places ever.
Huh, everyone in my row denied drinks and cookies. Interesting.
I think that thirty or forty years ago the idea of being a flight attendant must have seemed like a saucy, sexy thing to be. All of the young women in their twenties looking for a bit of adventure, and a chance to travel must have rushed flight attendant school.
Then, when all the positions were filled, they just stopped hiring.
I don’t think I’ve ever been on a plane where the attendants were younger than fifty or sixty. I wonder how long that stayed fun for them.
I just found a spilt end and I pulled it apart for more than an inch.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
what, am I dating a fifteen year old?
As I watched Travis shave via Skype (yes, I was watching Travis shave his face. Nothing strange there.)
Hey, he just called me spoiled!
Anyways, as I watched him shave, he cut himself.
It made me feel sad for his face and also, it made me giggle.
Except for that one big time (which doesn't really count at all, though I do still have a scar)I don't think I've cut myself shaving since I was fourteen.
Oh, Travis. You are silly.
and also, there's blood on your face.
and you missed a spot on your chin.
Auto pilot
My brain is seriously in troulbe. I can't type a simpe sentence without getting into trouble. For seal this what something kools like when i first type is out. My broan goesnto auto piolet and starts typeing out the letters of teh next wordm, or of something else i'm thinking bout. If the workds simliar to something else, my fingers just start to tyoe that in intsead. Fro example, if i wanted to type personable, my fingers ALWAYS type out personal, and then I have to go back and correct it .
It just goes in to this mode where my fingers do all the typing adn my brain certainly ainsnt doing anything thinklighg.
GAH! Honestly, what the heck doesn't that wor d mean?
I deiced before i wrote this post that i woulf just type it out and not use the the back space at all, so see how it would realy look. Bah. I feel like my family had been liyng to me for yers. clearly mary isn't the oly dsylexuc one. And yeah, I kow that's not how to spell dyslexic.
I'm tell yoing, my fingers just do watever they adrn well please.
It's really pretty siclk.
It just goes in to this mode where my fingers do all the typing adn my brain certainly ainsnt doing anything thinklighg.
GAH! Honestly, what the heck doesn't that wor d mean?
I deiced before i wrote this post that i woulf just type it out and not use the the back space at all, so see how it would realy look. Bah. I feel like my family had been liyng to me for yers. clearly mary isn't the oly dsylexuc one. And yeah, I kow that's not how to spell dyslexic.
I'm tell yoing, my fingers just do watever they adrn well please.
It's really pretty siclk.
Monday, June 8, 2009
iTunes Genius
How genius can iTunes be? Every single time that I pick a song and then click the little genius button and it makes a playlist for me it comes up with these ten songs.
No matter what.
So if you think to yourself "I wonder what Becky's listening to these days"
Now you know. I practically have no choice.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
I love you because
Today when I woke up, Travis sent me about forty little polaroids.
They all look like this:
You can see them all here: i love you because
They all look like this:
You can see them all here: i love you because
Saturday, June 6, 2009
were you aware
that many of J. Crew's wedding dresses have (sit down, and take a deep breath)
POCKETS?
I am in love with the idea of pockets in a wedding dress.
POCKETS?
I am in love with the idea of pockets in a wedding dress.
did you know that they make meg ryan movies WITHOUT tom hanks?
who are these people anyway?
being without a boyfriend, while having a boyfriend, is doing really bad things for me. I think I average out at 2 chick flicks a day.
p.s. check out my new favorite tv show.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
so as to not forget
when the kMart in Provo (or the one in Orem) inevitably goes out of business I am going to try to buy their photobooth from them.
Don't steal my idea, and don't let me forget.
THIS IS REAL.
I want it so bad.
If you hear of the kMart going down, you call me asap.
no games
"You're not boring, I'm never bored when I'm with you."
"What about when I am napping on my couch?"
"That's when I'm least bored, those are my favorite times."
"Really, I find it hard to believe that that's when you're the least bored."
"Okay, so it's not when I'm the least bored."
"Is that even your favorite time, or was that whole sentence a lie?"
"What? oh yeah, that whole sentence was a lie."
we played a game. we decided to think of five words that embodied the other person.
you don't get to hear the long explanations that each of the words merited. (like, for example, unstable.)
but here they are:
creative, alive, personable, desire, loyal
unstable, passionate, poetic, imagination, sympathy
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