Memes
Day 30- Your favorite song
Nov 5th
I don’t know that I even have a favorite song. I like them all. I know that’s a cop-out, but I can’t help it. The songs I like depend on my mood, and I will often tell whoever I’m in the car with (or listening to the radio with), “This is my favorite song!” About completely different songs. Here are a few I could listen to on repeat:
The Way I Am – Ingrid Michaelson
1, 2, 3, 4 – Plain White T’s
Canada is Really Big, and Don’t Go Into Politics – The Arrogant Worms
Family Tradition – Hank Williams Jr
Lucky 4 You (Tonight I’m Just Me) – SheDaisy
There are a lot of other songs I love too, but I can’t think of them off-hand. Oh well!
Day 29- In this past month, what have you learned
Nov 4th
I’ve learned that making myself write every day makes it easier to keep writing every day.
I need to get more of our photos in digital format/uploaded to flickr.
I need to take more photos of Ryan and I with James. I have lots of photos of him by himself, but not many with his (awesome) parents.
It is hard for me to express my feelings regarding family and friends without falling into clichés.
I learned how to add accents to letters in words using HTML.
I learned the benefit of doing posts in advance and scheduling them out a couple days.
I learned that I’m not as shy as I thought I was.
Day 28- A picture of you last year and now, how have you changed since then?
Nov 3rd
Last year:
Thanksgiving weekend - 2009 Look at those little shoes!
Another baby shower Thanksgiving weekend, 2009
This year:
End of August, 2010
A repeat from the other day, but apparently I don't get photos taken of myself any more!
June, 2010 (photo by my friend, Adrienne)
I look a little chubbier, and not so pregnant glowy. My clothes don’t fit, and unlike when I was pregnant, I’m not excited about buying them to fit my changing body. But I have this beautiful baby boy to show for it. And he is so worth the body image issues.
I don’t cry as easily, and I try to be less judgmental. But I am not as patient as I would like. I’m more focused on figuring out what I want to DO with my life, because I want to set a good example for my son, and the job I’m in now isn’t helping me be a better person (there will be a more elaborate post on that issue coming).
I’m much less sure of myself, but I’m so much more proud of what I’m able to do, and (most of) the decisions I make.
I don’t sleep as much, but I fall asleep faster and treasure what I do get more.
Overall, I think I’m a better person. I think I’ve found the thing that I always wanted to do. It’s too bad you don’t get paid money for it.
Day 25- What I would find in your bag
Oct 30th
- 1 wallet, containing check card, credit cards, drivers license(s) (one with married name and my maiden name one in case I have to use a credit card with my maiden name on it…maybe I should get those changed…), store reward cards, gift certificates and a few receipts.
- 1 pair of gloves
- 1 book (Fragile Beasts, by Tawni O’Dell)
- Various paper (401k Statement, paystubs, bills, various receipts, coupons)
- 2 disposable diapers
- 1/2 pack of Thank You cards
- 2 sets return address labels (one for Ryan, one for me)
- Mom’s birthday card that I keep thinking I mailed and apparently haven’t (daughter FAIL)
- 1 changing pad
- 1 pair sunglasses
- Birth announcement for our friends Dave and Jess’s son, Peter (needs to go on fridge at home)
- Cell phone
- Keys
- 2 copies of a picture of a parrot, for my Halloween costume.
- 1 baby teething toy
- Hand sanitizer
- Cough drops/vitamin C drops
- Random loose change
- 1 bib
- 4 pens
- 1 necklace (THAT’S where that is!)
- Lipstick (which I hardly ever wear) & chapstick
- An old prescription bottle filled with (not prescription) ibuprofen
- A purse hanger thingy
- 1 barrette
And a partridge in a pear tree. No wonder my purse is so heavy these days!
Day 24- A letter to your parents
Oct 29th
Dear Mom & Dad,
I miss you. A lot. I wish that I could see you more often, and that we had more time when we do get to see each other.
Thank you for doing such a great job raising us (if I may say so). You showed us the value of hard work, and that you don’t need to be rich to have a great life. Those are two lessons that are very important, and that I hope I can pass on to my children.
You both mean so much to me. I wish I was better at expressing it. Whenever I have a question about what I should do, I think of you. What would Dad do? What would Mom do? What would they tell me to do? I don’t always listen (what else is new?), but I do always consider what I think your opinions would be.
I love seeing you with James. I know you have many grandchildren, but seeing you interact with him gives me a whole different perspective on how much you love all of them. They are lucky to have you as grandparents. Since having a baby I have a much better idea of how much you care about us kids. I don’t think I could have ever fathomed it before. I feel so lucky to have you to care so much for me.
I love you,
Becky
ps. The next time you are going to do something crazy (like pull the pontoon boat full of people behind a 6-wheeler (ATV) at night on gravel roads) give me a call, would you? I hate missing that stuff!
Day 23- Something you crave for a lot
Oct 28th
I copied that from the meme, but it looks wrong. Shouldn’t it be “Something you crave a lot”? (Also, in that instance, should the question mark go inside or outside the quotation marks? I must know! Aunt Janice, help me out here!
Besides chocolate (I could eat chocolate all day), I crave time with people I love. I wish that we could spend every weekend with family and friends. Of course, when we DO travel a lot on weekends, then I crave time at home. I think the perfect solution would be if everyone just moved to Duluth. That way we could all see eachother whenever we wanted, but there wouldn’t be any pressure to get the most out of what time you have.
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Another sewing project completed last night (a cloak for Ryan’s costume). 2 left (a carpet bag, and a vest for Ryan). Think I can finish them up tonight?
Day 21- A picture of something that makes you happy
Oct 26th
He makes me happier than anything else.
My sweet, sweet baby James
Writing Daily
Oct 23rd
I have noticed that this whole 30 days meme has been beneficial for me. Once I got going, it was fairly easy to keep up the writing daily, and there have been times that I post more than one entry per day, or when I think about new things to write about, even though I have posts scheduled a couple days out. For instance, I am writing this on the 20th, but I have posts scheduled for the 21st and 22nd already, so it might not get posted until the 23rd.
I’ve never been very good at writing consistently. When I was younger and kept written journals I would go in spurts. Usually the spurts coincided with whenever I found a new crush or had a new energy for an existing one (quite often). But it would quickly die out when my life (and hormones) slowed down a little. I still write that way, although I don’t get crushes on boys anymore (other than Ryan. awww….*puke*). I get very energized about politics for a while, and then I get sick of it all or I can’t think of anything else to write that hasn’t already been said (better) by someone else. I want to talk about cooking, but I’m not a great cook, I don’t cook often, and I never remember to take pictures while I’m doing it. I read a ton of blogs, and there’s almost always something interesting that I read and tell Ryan about, but I don’t want to spend every entry rehashing things that people have probably read somewhere else. I want to develop my own original content, but I feel like my life is pretty boring. Even writing about James I worry that I’m writing too much about a baby who doesn’t do that much that is of interest to anyone but his dad and I. Our life is pretty mundane…laundry, dishes, Target runs, TV.
Hopefully I can keep up the mostly constant writing once this meme is over. And hopefully the content will be at least mildly entertaining. ;-)
Day 20- Someone you see yourself marrying/being with in the future
Oct 22nd
Um…I’m pretty sure I’m already married (unless I dreamt the whole thing!), so probably I won’t be marrying anyone else. Unless it is our friend Nic, who brought us the most delicious chocolate/caramel brownies the other day. I warned Ryan about it, so it’s ok, right? They were REALLY delicious brownies. Oh, and there’s my TV boyfriend. I decided after sitting for a full minute trying to decide who, of the many men I like to watch on TV, is my TV boyfriend that I must not have one. Too bad.
This question makes me feel kind of silly for doing this whole meme, because it’s obviously directed at teenyboppers. And in case you missed it, my teenybopper years are long gone. Oh well. I’m still the youngest person at my office, and it seems that I probably will ALWAYS be the youngest person at my office. So there’s that. ;-) At least I’m not the youngest by 15 years anymore.
In unrelated but exciting to me news, we rearranged our living room last night. We pulled the couch and chair closer to the TV, creating an area behind the couch where we put our kitchen table (we have a chest freezer in the kitchen at the moment, and no room for that AND a table in there). I put my sewing machine on the table in the living room, and voilá; a sewing area! Now I just need to put it to good use and get sewing!
PS. I just Googled and taught myself how to get the accent to show over the “a” in voilá. Because I’m awesome.
Day 19- Nicknames you have; why do you have them
Oct 21st
I don’t have a lot of nicknames that are used constantly. The main one is Becky (short for Rebecca), and that obviously gets the most use. There are about 3 people who consistently call me Rebecca. Almost everyone calls me Becky. I like either, but I FEEL more like a Becky. I think the why I have this one is pretty self explanatory.
In high school, I once told a couple of friends that my dad had wanted to name me Pamela when I was born. My mom didn’t like that name, and wouldn’t let him. But they thought it was hilarious (no one knows why; not even them), and they called me Pami the rest of my high school years (and sometimes still do). A variation on this was Pami-Pet.
One of my coworkers calls me “Re-Becky” or “REbecca” (long E sound). He’s also been known to refer to me as “Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm,” “Hey You,” and “that annoying girl who sometimes says I can’t do the things I want to do.” I try to take pity on him, though, because his name is Earl. Poor guy (<–that was sarcasm, in case you missed it).
I don’t think I have any other nicknames (that I know about). Probably someone will correct me on this. As previously mentioned, I have the worst memory ever.
