tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82705063088603616212023-11-16T07:52:16.132-08:00Fables of a Lovable DorkBeckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141717622634550506noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8270506308860361621.post-82697451773037752862011-10-29T07:03:00.000-07:002011-10-29T07:03:38.755-07:00Last night's snack: tons of sunflower seeds, few gummy worms<br />
I am completely heartbroken about the Rangers. That's all I have to say.<br />
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Today<br />
Bfast: oatmeal, coffee (ran out of fruit)<br />
Lunch: Nachos with b. beans, corn, tomatoes, and lots of salsa and cheese<br />
Snack: I'm thinking coffee and a cupcake after work<br />
Dinner:?<br />
Today is my rest day for exercise, so I may just take a nice, long walk this evening.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141717622634550506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8270506308860361621.post-75642902660440426402011-10-28T14:42:00.000-07:002011-10-28T14:42:25.196-07:00Workout: Ran slow 1/2 mile, ran moderately fast 2 miles, ran slow 1/2 mile, walked 1/2 mile; arm strength training; abs<br />
Snack: 2 cookies and hot chocolate<br />
Dinner: Sayakomarn's stir fried mixed vegetables, sonic drinkBeckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141717622634550506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8270506308860361621.post-44978799885217561642011-10-28T07:43:00.000-07:002011-10-28T07:43:18.331-07:00So my meals went exactly like I said. <br />
Snack: sunflower seeds, cookies, chocolate milk, gummy worms<br />
I know this is the most unhealthy snack ever. I just got nervous watching the Rangers game so I kept eating. Nervous eating is a bad habit that I need to stop. The Rangers game was so nerve wracking. I was running in place in our living room for like 30-40 minutes. Luckily my roommates were not out there to laugh at me. I screamed a lot. I will admit that when we got close to winning like 3 times, I started to tear up a little. Then we kept messing up and eventually lost it. I kicked something out of rage. I have issues obviously. So its on to Game 7. I have been waiting for the Rangers to win the World Series for a long time. Thanks to my older brother I am completely obsessed. I know they can win it. (Insert scene from Angels in the Outfield when the whole stadium starts flapping their arms.)<br />
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Bfast: cereal, peach, coffee<br />
Lunch: nachos (chips, cheese, b. beans, tomatoes, corn) and lots of salsa<br />
Snack: ?Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141717622634550506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8270506308860361621.post-19934667266844167332011-10-27T13:54:00.000-07:002011-10-27T13:54:59.038-07:00I woke up early this morning to go workout with my friend but when I walked outside I realized it had snowed a ton and wasn't stopping. I attempted to get snow off my car, but it was surrounded by mud and it was still really dark outside. So I didn't go to the gym. Instead I did some yoga and ab exercises. <br />
Bfast: oatmeal, peach, coffee (didnt finish it all)<br />
Lunch: PBJ, granola bar, pumpkin latte, few gummy worms<br />
Snack: Hot chocolate and Halloween cookies<br />
Dinner: Sandwich w/ mozzarella and tomatoes, chicken and stars soup<br />
Snack:?Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141717622634550506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8270506308860361621.post-5353602677606842322011-10-26T19:22:00.000-07:002011-10-26T19:22:56.465-07:00Morning workout: Bike-10 min, leg strength training, ran 1 mile<br />
Snack: Carmel mocha from McDonald's<br />
Dinner: Sandwich w/ mozzarella cheese, tomatoes, mushrooms and corn and black beans on the side<br />
Evening workout: Ran 2 miles, walked 1/2 a mile<br />
Snack: yogurt, few gummy worms<br />
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Overall really good day eating and exercise-wise. My roommate and I were talking about running a race sometime soon. I'm thinking about doing the Turkey Trot on Thanksgiving. No Rangers game tonight was really sad, but I can't wait to watch the game tomorrow!Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141717622634550506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8270506308860361621.post-71885865670730327572011-10-26T09:38:00.000-07:002011-10-26T09:38:31.880-07:00So my snack yesterday was actually cake. I know...fail for me. In my art class, one of the girls brought a cake for part of her lesson plan. I was just being a good student by eating it. Ok I'll admit it. It was wonderfully delicious and it looked like the American flag. Does it make it healthy if it has fruit on it? <br />
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Dinner: homemade quesadilla (cheese, mushrooms, corn, black beans, tomatoes) with salsa and avacado.<br />
Snack: chocolate milk and rice krispy treat<br />
I shouldn't have drank all the choc. milk or eaten the rice krispy treat, but I did. I hadn't had choc. milk in awhile and it tasted wonderful.<br />
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Today<br />
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Bfast: cereal, coffee, peach<br />
Lunch: chili w/ cheese, corn and saltines<br />
Snack: ? not sure. Nothing sounds good<br />
Dinner: Probably mac and cheese, chicken nuggetsBeckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141717622634550506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8270506308860361621.post-7931131070172437322011-10-25T07:07:00.000-07:002011-10-25T07:07:42.953-07:00What I ate yesterday:<br />
Bfast: cereal, coffee, peach<br />
Lunch: chicken, mushrooms, mozzarella cheese and tomato<br />
Snack: pumpkin seed, cheerios, cranberry mix<br />
Dinner: PBJ, yogurt, rice krispy treat<br />
Snack: pumpkin seeds, cranberries<br />
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I ate pretty healthy yesterday. I think I was too busy to worry about eating. I procrastinated on all my homework so I worked on it all day and then after work. I only got around 5 hrs of sleep, so today I may need some more coffee or a nap. Good news: Rangers won Game 5 of the World Series! We are one game away from winning it all!<br />
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Eating today:<br />
Bfast: oatmeal, 1/2 banana, coffee<br />
Lunch: PBJ, cheerio/cranberry mix<br />
Snack: I'm thinking I will have a rice krispy treat and coffee<br />
Dinner: Predicting I will eat chili.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141717622634550506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8270506308860361621.post-67755609907846949172011-10-18T20:58:00.000-07:002011-10-18T20:58:33.904-07:00This afternoon I had another cup of coffe instead of a candy.<br />
Dinner: Pizza<br />
Snack/Dessert: cupcakes<br />
Not the healthiest dinner and snack. But on the bright side, I didn't eat all the cupcakes. I don't feel bad about eating any of it. I ate till I was full and then stopped. I got to spend a great night bonding with my roomies.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141717622634550506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8270506308860361621.post-91543357831463103692011-10-18T10:04:00.000-07:002011-10-18T10:04:07.996-07:00Rejection I love reading blogs. Especially ones about healthy eating. Its kind of nerdy of me, but oh well. There is one that I read, whose writer I have a few things in common with. So the other day I realized that since she knows so much about healthy eating and I'm trying to find ways to be healthier, why not ask for her advice.<br />
So in my efforts to live life more fully and to be healthier, I took a chance and emailed her for some healthy eating advice. After I sent the email I was super excited about her possibly emailing me back. So later that day when I checked my email I was happy to see I had a reply to my email. But her reply email was very disappointing. One sentence. That's it. It said something like, "Sorry I can't give personal advice, but thanks for reading the blog." Boo. Even though I don't know this lady, I was very hurt by her response. I suddenly got angry. Looking back I'm pretty sure I called her a turd. How sweet of me.<br />
I'm not telling this story so that we can gang up on her and throw tomatoes at her. I just realized through this experience that I am not good with rejection. Even when its something as little as this was. It opened up my eyes to how I'm living my life with a fear of being rejected. When making new friends, when talking to boys, when trying new things, etc. I purposely do not put myself out there because I'm afraid people won't like what they see and throw it back at me. Even though its completely normal to not like being rejected, I shouldn't let it hold me back from trying new things or meeting new people. So when I emailed that lady, I was hoping to learn something. Well I did. Not what I thought I would, but at least its something. I need to stop being afraid that people aren't gonna like me. I need to live with confidence. I don't want to miss out on any more great experiences because I'm living in fear.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141717622634550506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8270506308860361621.post-8943408570641717102011-10-18T06:26:00.000-07:002011-10-18T06:26:21.589-07:00So I have already been a slacker with this food journal haha. Usually people don't slack off the first couple days of a plan, but I'm not most people. <br />
Breakfast: A bowl of oatmeal with a little brown sugar and syrup, coffee (much needed), and a peach. <br />
Lunch: PBJ sandwich, mix of cheerios and dried cranberries<br />
Snack: itty bitty candy bar, granola bar<br />
Already had my breakfast, but this is what I'm planning on eating for lunch and snack. I'm not sure yet what I'm gonna have for dinner and for my after dinner snack.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141717622634550506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8270506308860361621.post-84333780702605845062011-10-16T07:12:00.000-07:002011-10-16T07:12:31.425-07:00New beginningsEven though I have struggled with healthy eating habits since I came to college, this last summer and this semester have been the worst. I feel like I'm eating all the time. If I eat anything sweet I turn into this monster and I can't stop eating. A lot of people have days where they eat too much, but I feel like that every day. For some reason I have convinced myself that it is ok to eat like that everyday, but there are consequences. None of my clothes fit like they should anymore. Every time I look in the mirror my heart cries a little. Some days I get so fed up that I decide that tomorrow is a new day and I'm gonna start eating healthy. But then something happens that stresses me out or I have a bad day at work or I have a great day and want to celebrate. I always end up eating way too much. I have tried finding accountability partners so that we can encourage each other to be healthy, but it never works. It just feels like no one in my life right now understands what I'm going through. I tell them about it but they act like its no big deal. <br />
I want to make a change in my life but I don't know how to be successful. I feel like I know how all the things I need to do to be healthy but its actually following through with them that is the problem. I think its mostly out of boredom, stress, and loneliness that I eat the way I do. But I don't want to end up 5 years later struggling with the same stuff or being even worse. I want to live my life right now to the fullest without fear of what people think of me. I want to be able to walk into a room with confidence and not worry if people are staring at me and the extra weight I have put on. I don't want to be known as the girl who is hungry all the time or the one always eating. When I picture myself, I see a healthy, fit person who is passionate about what they're doing in life and enjoying every day that God has given me. But that is not how I am right now. I'm the complete opposite.<br />
I don't want to diet and stop eating sweets because that never works. Why would I want to completeley cut out all the wonderful tasting foods? I just want to be able to go to the kitchen, eat one or two cookies and then stop. I want to be able to eat a bowl of ice cream and then stop, not crave more and more sweets. I don't want to constantly be thinking about when I get to eat next. I want to stop living my life from meal to meal. That's not really living. I want to enjoy a good meal, but not have that be the highlight of my day. So I have decided to start keeping a blog food journal. This way I am more aware of what I am eating and how much of it. I know absolutely no people read this blog but I feel like this will help me stay accountable. I used to keep a food journal in just a notebook. But I would always forget to write it down, or I would feel so guilty about what I ate that I would not write it in there. With this though people can see if I didn't write down what I ate or they can encourage me with ways to eat better. <br />
I have so many reasons to want to be healthy. I just have to want those things more than I want the food that is in the kitchen calling my name. So if you reading this, which I doubt anyone will, please help keep me accountable. Remind me of reasons to be healthy. Give me tips on how to eat healthier. Invite me to go exercise with you. Help me to live life to the fullest instead of living a life where I'm always full from my last meal.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141717622634550506noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8270506308860361621.post-45898707667431748222011-07-17T09:31:00.000-07:002011-07-17T09:31:37.373-07:00Family time in LubbockSo last week my Mom, Dad and I made a quick trip to Lubbock to visit my brother, sister-in-law and goddaughter(dog). We woke up extremely early to fly out there only to find out our flight was cancelled so I got up at 3:30 in the morning for nothing. I had worked late the night before and only got 2.5 hours of sleep. Luckily there was plenty of coffee.<br />
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We caught a later flight and we were in Lubbock in no time. I barely had any time to sleep on the plane. We had to wait at the Lubbock airport till my brother could come pick us up. Sadly but not suprisingly, there is not much to do in the Lubbock airport. This was the main attraction. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixAE15Ie_M82ggXNfu8eLy-Im0Bu6cl8AXxPfygpjlkE0EzJ-HmCzhMRp-veAn-xgLc6vITdsdZ3G1eTlbkjTHY8sqRFb4-WwWbN_zZlUq176acYGDLEtkZH1Uj9gBUST7S_R-l-AiTJE/s1600/IMG_6147.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixAE15Ie_M82ggXNfu8eLy-Im0Bu6cl8AXxPfygpjlkE0EzJ-HmCzhMRp-veAn-xgLc6vITdsdZ3G1eTlbkjTHY8sqRFb4-WwWbN_zZlUq176acYGDLEtkZH1Uj9gBUST7S_R-l-AiTJE/s320/IMG_6147.JPG" width="320px" /></a></div>The bad/good part about waking up so early is that you get to eat even more. I for some reason was hungry at 3:30 am so I ate breakfast. Then I had to snack on something when I had coffee at the airport (otherwise I get shaky from all the coffee). Then when we got to Lubbock I was hungry again. So I had my lunch at 10. And it was delicious. I had like 3 extra meals that day.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGp30aL1maYqvg_EPbYN2BRUAdP8RSvWQj2JLDnnfhTod9lcLI-to0R_BBd3LID_7VsRinnXnS7MRiepUXrmxfw1g1GWyHXPLHWQJu40p3LXFu_90tZxlmii0BliiDXrd7hNZIe48sL9o/s1600/IMG_6164.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGp30aL1maYqvg_EPbYN2BRUAdP8RSvWQj2JLDnnfhTod9lcLI-to0R_BBd3LID_7VsRinnXnS7MRiepUXrmxfw1g1GWyHXPLHWQJu40p3LXFu_90tZxlmii0BliiDXrd7hNZIe48sL9o/s320/IMG_6164.JPG" width="320px" /></a></div>Funniest moments of the trip: Dad playing a hula hoop game on the Wii. My brother was on the floor and I was crying because we were laughing so hard. Starr seeing me eat M&Ms trying to get them out of my hand and then smelling my chocolatey breath and trying to find the source of the chocolate smell. Even Propp dogs love chocolate.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141717622634550506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8270506308860361621.post-28404578936460439132011-07-10T13:12:00.000-07:002011-07-10T13:12:06.808-07:00Dog lifeguard at your serviceOne of my little projects this summer was trying to teach my dog Parker how to swim. He always just sits on the top step of our pool and drinks the water. My other dog Gunter is quite capable of swimming and actually looks like a whale when he's in the water. So I thought it was about time that Parker stopped living his life in fear. It took a few days but finally I succeeded. All it took was for me to start swimming and he became worried and tried following me. Its really cute because he doesn't like getting his ears wet so he shakes his head as he is swimming and forgets he needs to keep paddling. Now that he is a little more confident, he likes to chase me like a piranha. It is a little terrifying. But I felt like a proud parent and was showing off his swimming skills to the rest of the family. The sad part is that now I can't swim laps in the pool without him following me, trying to bite me, and then me trying to get him back to the steps because he is still a little guppy in need of assistance.<br />
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1. Coffee mugs-This may be ridiculous, but come on who doesn't love a good mug. Any time I go on vacation I try to buy a souvenir mug. Eventually I will run out of room and will have to stop buying them. This is a picture of some of my favorite ones. <br />
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7. How to Train Your Dragon- This is my favorite movie. I wish I had a pet dragon like Toothless that I could ride around on. The music in the movie is great also and I almost cried a couple times. I'm not ashamed to admit that I own a HTTYD poster and bedspread.<br />
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8. Dogs-I love dogs. Especially my dogs. If you let me I could talk for hours about them. The other day when I was in the pool, Parker was sitting partially under water on the steps. All of a sudden he had this look of surprise on his face and looked at his backside. I looked over and saw little bubbles coming off from behind him. He had farted in the pool and scared himself. It was hilarious.<br />
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I thought that with all this time on my hands this summer that I would be able to get back in shape and start eating healthier. Well the beginning of my summer was filled with a family vacation, graduation, and wedding. I really struggled to workout consistently and eat healthy food. Once things settled down though, I realized I was wasting all my time planning my healthy eating and workout routine and then not actually carrying through with it. It left me feeling frustrated and I was ready to make some changes.<br />
I read a book called <u>Made to Crave. </u>It was a great book that helped me put into perspective how my healthy eating habits are not just bad for my health, but that its also not glorifying to God. So I started to write down what I ate, my workout, and how I thought I did that day. I also started praying throughout the day when I was struggling to wake up to go run or if I really wanted some ice cream (which in my house is an every night sorta snack). I had never taken this approach before and it seems to be really helping. I still am struggling with my late night snacking and my sugar addiction, but I think its getting better. <br />
I was really struggling with my motivation to run, or for that matter get my butt off the couch and do anything but read or watch tv. I realized that I didn't like running at the park in the morning because there were too many people (mainly old couples, which is kinda cute to see). The other route I usually run was just getting old. So I decided to try getting up earlier so that I could beat the elderly crowd at the park. So a couple of days ago I woke up at 5:30 and went for a run at the classy Azle park. Suprisingly there were a couple of people there, but it was a lot better than usual. It was wonderful because I got to see the sunrise for the first time in awhile. It was totally worth it. So I think from now on, on running days I'm gonna wake up bright and early and go on sunrise run.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141717622634550506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8270506308860361621.post-79541272674504162692011-04-07T12:10:00.000-07:002011-04-07T12:10:39.303-07:00So it is sort of a tradition that whenever all three Propp children are home together, we like to interegate my mother and find out what she thinks each of our special talents are or what is unique about each one of us. This always makes my mom nervous because when we were younger this is normally how one of our conversations would go.<br />
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Mom-"Nathan, I think you are really artistic and very outgoing."<br />
Me-"So your saying I'm not artistic?"<br />
Mom-" I didn't say that."<br />
Me-"You didn't have to."<br />
Mom-"Justin you are a great athlete and very responsible."<br />
Nathan-"So I'm not responsible?<br />
Mom-"Oh gosh, I knew this was gonna happen"<br />
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I would like to say as we got older that we matured and didn't continue to do this to our mother, but then I would be lying. The most recent time we had a discussion like this it was just me, my mom, and my older brother Justin. She was really hesitant to compliment us, but in the end she caved. She told my older brother that he was a good husband, responsible, and other great qualities that are actually useful in the real world. Then when she got to me, this is what she said. "Becky, hmmm. Hmmmmm." I'm so glad that my talents are so obvious. Oh the beauty of being the middle child. But then she told me that I was very introspective. I didn't know what she meant by that, so I asked her and she replied with, "Look it up!" Thank you Karen Propp. I love my mom and how elegantly she put things. Whenever I got home I followed her advice and googled it. Here's the definition.<br />
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to examine (one's own mind or its contents) reflectively <br />
to engage in an examination of one's thought process and sensory experience <br />
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Ever since we had that conversation, I have been thinking a lot about how right my mom was. I love learning about myself and why I do certain things. For example, when I found out that I don't smile very often and I speak in an almost monotone voice. I learned that while working at a camp this summer. People always thought I was angry or that I didn't care about stuff. When I got home I asked my mom if I actually do this. She said that I haven't always been like that. When I was little I was super outgoing and smiley. She said as I got older, I got quietier and chilled out a lot. No one had ever told me that I looked like a gloomy Gus all the time or that I talked like a robot. This fascinated me and now that I'm aware of the fact that I look like a bassett hound, I can work on being more approachable and friendly. <br />
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Other interesting things I do that people have pointed out to me:<br />
<ul><li>I watch tv with my head tilted awkwardly to the side, which is super uncomfortable for most human beings. </li>
<li>Whenever I'm thinking, I chew on the sides of my cheeks, which I must say makes me look like an idiot. My mom can always tell if I'm in deep thought because when she looks at me, my face is contorted in a weird way. Great.</li>
<li>Whenever I don't understand what someone is trying to tell me I blink a lot. Which happens a lot. I now have the nickname Blinky. </li>
<li>I tend to make weird noises randomly, especially when I trip (I make this noise that kinda sounds like that grunt thing Tim Allen does on the show Home Improvement).</li>
<li>I smell like syrup. I have come to the conclusion that my body has a maple syrup gland where a sweat gland was supposed to be. </li>
</ul>These traits aren't that exciting, but I love these things about myself, even if they aren't winning me any points with the fellas. They make me unique, and I love that I learn something new about myself all the time. Learning about myself helps me attempt to become a better person. I also love knowing that I do these strange things because that's how God made me. He designed me to have the same interests of a 3rd grade boy (dinosaurs, Ninja Turtles, dragons, etc.), but still act like an old lady, too. He knew before I was born that whenever I was in college, that while other girls would want to watch Say Yes to the Dress I would rather watch Texas Rangers games or hockey or soccer. And for some strange reason I feel a connection to Native Americans and lumberjacks. He also created in me a desire to one day get married at the Rangers Ballpark in Arlington and to have a ring pop instead of a diamond one. Now that is a God with sense of humor. <br />
I know this is a super random blog post, but I just love thinking about how God didn't take a short cut and create us all the same. He gave us each unique personalities and quirks that showcase how big of a God he is. So I guess what I'm trying to say is, don't hide your quirks. Celebrate them because you have them for a reason, and that reason is to bring glory to a God who loves every little thing about you.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141717622634550506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8270506308860361621.post-48598386672396850412011-02-21T07:51:00.000-08:002011-02-21T07:51:26.531-08:00Gotta love lazy weekendsI went into this past weekend knowing that I was gonna watch a ton of movies. I had to first get all the mandatory things done first like doing my laundry, vacuuming and homework. I finished all of that by Friday afternoon, so that meant the rest of the weekend I coul just chill. I began my movie marathon. By the end of the weekend I had watched around eleven movies. I watched some that were on tv, some I rented, and some I got on Netflix. I watched Moulin Rouge, Amazing Grace, Stone of Destiny, You've Got Mail, Dirty Dancing, Titanic, Sixteen Candles, The Wedding Date, August Rush, and Squanto: A Warrior's Tale. A few of these movies I had seen before, but I also watched quite a few new ones and they were legendary. This list of movies makes me laugh because all the movies are so different. Probably my favorite movies of the weekend were: You've Got Mail (one of my all time favorite movies), Titanic (A movie that I'm pretty sure everyone has seen before except for me. It was so good and I have always loved learning about the Titanic), August Rush (such a good story and I couldn't pry myself from the tv to eat until it was done, which if you know me at all you know how big of a deal that is), and Squanto (I always love watching movies like this with Allison Post. Usually we like the same movies especially if they are historic in any way. We both found ourselves falling in love with a friar from this movie.) <br />
This weekend had some other high points other than movies. I got to hang out with Granny E, or Elizabeth Hopkins as everyone else in the world knows her. I made some blueberry and cinnamon pancakes that were super delicious. Then after watching August Rush, Allison, Ali and I headed to Chicken E for dinner. We all ate until our stomachs were full, but at the end I still had two pieces of chicken and fries on my plate. Allison reminded me how I had once said something about me being an awesome eater and that if we were in an eating competition that she wouldn't be able to keep up. She knew that I was very proud of the fact that I can eat more than most grown men, so this little reminder just pushed me to eat the rest of my food. I almost exploded. It probably didn't help that I had drank my healthy share of sweet tea. I also am quite the ketchup lover and at the end of the meal I had used 11 ketchup packets. We then had to go to Hastings after this, and yes I waddled every step of the way. I know it sounds crazy, but when I eat too much I feel like I have a limp. So I walked around Hastings limping and burping. It was quite a sight. Sadly this very boring retelling of my weekend does not portray just how fun this weekend was. Yes I did spend the majority of it alone in my room, but by golly it was a hoot! There is nothing better than spending a whole weekend hibernating in my hermit cave.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141717622634550506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8270506308860361621.post-14643622507862275882011-02-14T18:46:00.000-08:002011-02-14T18:46:23.321-08:00"Will you answer my dinosaur mating call?"My valentine's day was quite unique. It was pretty boring for the most part until Audrie and I headed over to our friend Elizabeth's house. We ate some stuffed crust pizza, fruit, and cherry limeades. Then we proceeded to stuff grapes under our upper lips. It sounds childish, but it was a hoot and a half. Then Audrie and I tried to teach Elizabeth how to do a dinosaur mating call. It is funny enough by itself, but then Elizabeth just couldn't get the hang of it. So we sat around for a good 20 minutes trying to coach her. It was a hilarious and gassy event. Audrie and I then went to United to buy a cake pan. We danced in the bathroom to the stellar music and continued to do so, pretending the cake pan was a tamborine. It was a very fun evening spent among friends.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141717622634550506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8270506308860361621.post-35743654977355558592011-01-20T12:46:00.000-08:002011-01-20T12:46:53.101-08:00New semesterI know I haven't posted anything in a long time, but I guess nothing really substantial has happened to me. So I guess I will catch you up on what has happened since the last post. I finished up the fall semester with all A's which is quite surprising considering I completely slacked off and was a procrastinator. I finished my first semester as an RA. I'm not gonna lie, it was quite stressful at times. I think I have grown accustomed to all the changes and my responsibilities. Over Christmas break, I went home and was a complete sloth. I sat around all day while the rest of my family went to work. I pretty much watched tv, read books, and hung out with my dogs every single day. It was amazing. Christmas was lots of fun, and I got some great gifts. Some of them are a How to Train Your Dragon poster, a Texas Rangers World Series jersey, a giraffe heating pad, and so on and so forth. I went to a wedding in Missouri, which was not the best but I was sorta tricked into going. I went to visity my brother,sister-in-law, and my dog niece. I also went to Las Vegas. Las Vegas is the nastiest place ever and I didn't like it at all, but I liked certain parts of the trip. Like we saw the Blue Man Group, went to Hoover Dam, and I had a celebrity sighting. I saw Katy Perry and Russell Brand. My brother and I were completely star struck and I looked like a bag of crap, but I don't care cuz I will never see them again. I'm now back at school and have completed my second day of classes. RA-business-such-things are stressing me out a little and I already have a ton and half million gallons of homework. So I have a feeling that I will be living in the library and HELC this semester. <br />
I have decided to make some goals for the semester because I was such a slacker last year. <br />
1. Get pumped about programs. Come up with some award-winning ideas and do everything I can to get residents to come.<br />
2. Get healthy. Last semester, my eating habits were out of control and on I was not motivated to work out at all. So this semester I will try to get everything back on track. I don't necessarily have to be an extreme runner like I was, but I want to get back in shape. I have already started trying to eat healthy since I got back to school and I havent been doing too shabby. <br />
3. I also have really slacked off in reading my Bible and doing my devotional. I pretty much put my faith on the back burner for a whole semester. So this semester I want to get my priorities back in order and make my faith the most important thing. So this is the #1 goal for the semester.<br />
4. Stop being a procrastinator. I need to just buckle down and get all my homework done instead of doing it the night before. I am going to be studious and an all star student. Haha ok probably not but its worth a shot.<br />
5. Find a boy with a grill. This may sound silly to some, but it's something that has to be done. Not just for my benefit, but for my Level 2 family.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141717622634550506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8270506308860361621.post-67847641954385782362010-11-13T15:28:00.000-08:002010-11-13T15:28:16.571-08:00Ooooklahoma where the winds go sweepin down the plain! (Part 2)So Allison and I started the second day of our road trip to Oklahoma off early in the morn. We packed up our stuff and went to Starbucks for me and Sonic for Allison. When we were leaving Sonic, a bigger vehicle started backing up. Allison didn't see them right away, and they did not make any attempt at stopping. I started to panic, so I just pointed and grunted to get Allison's attention. She screamed and then honked continuously at them. They had a huge dent near their bumper, so it was obvious that they have had issues with this "not looking where they're going" sort of thing before. Luckily there was no collision and we were able to continue on our journey. After we had been driving for a little bit, we came to the realization that we were going to run into a toll booth. Crap. Neither of us had any cash or change on us. So we pulled up to the booth and Allison politely told the lady our situation. She said we could pay in pennies or with a check. It makes no sense to me why you should be able to pay with a check but not a credit card. Anywho, a check was the only solution. So Allison had to write a check for $1.15. Sad, I know. The lady informed us that we would have to pay another toll in a few more miles. So I began the desperate search for change. We were both completely frantic. Luckily I was able to find enough change in Allison's purse. But then when we got to the toll booth, for some reason it didn't work and we just had to drive away. We didn't have any more change and there was a huge line of cars behind us. <br />
With all that craziness behind us, we headed to Red Rock Canyon. On the country road to the canyon, we saw a sign that read a little something like this, "Don't pick up any hitchikers in this area because they could be possible escaped inmates." Praise the Lord that we didn't pick up any hitchhikers like Allison wanted. Then when we got to the canyon we were pleasantly surprised by the scenic drive through all the trees with beautiful autumn leaves. We got out and walked around the park. At one point we looked up and saw a family walking on a rock higher up. Allison wanted to go up there and started walking in that direction. I thought she was expecting me to scale that giant rock to get to the top. There was no way. So I said to Allison, "There is no way we can get up there. I mean there are kids up there. There is no way that they climbed up that. There must be another way to get up." Allison stared at me with a bewildered look and then said, "Why don't we just take the stairs?" I didn't understand, but I looked over to where she was pointing and sure enough there were some stairs. I don't know how I didn't see them, and I felt like a dummie. I tried to make an excuse about how I didn't see them because they were covered in leaves, but it was too late. I already had made an idiot of myself. So we climbed the stairs and started exploring on the rocks and through the trees. Later on, we started out on another trail. There was a sign that said stay on the trail. I started taking pictures off to the side, when all of a sudden I heard Allison yelp, "Becky!" I looked over and saw that one of her feet was completely submerged in mud. Never go off the trail: lesson learned. She was able to pull her foot out of the mud, but it made this suction-like gurgling noise. Her shoe and the bottom of her pants were completely soaked with mud. We had fun hiking and climbing trees. We came across an old man and his grandson. Allison, being the social person she is, carried on a polite conversation with the old man. Me, being the shy unsocial hermit that I am, just stood there and had a staring contest with the little boy. We then left the canyon and headed to some Indian trading posts. They were legit. They had a teepee, buffalo, totem pole, etc. It was better than my dreams. I was not happy with the shirts available for purchase, so we decided to just stop at the next one. At the second one, I found a wonderful Indian wolf shirt that I just had to buy. Then we stopped at Lucille's Roadhouse to eat. It was an adorable little diner that touched our hearts. Allison bought a tshirt from there, so that she would always remember Lucille and her wonderful food. We stopped in Shamrock real quick, but then before we knew it we were back in good old Canyon. Once we got settled back in, we watched 7 Brides for 7 Brothers, a lumberjack musical. It was a perfect finish to a monumental road trip weekend.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141717622634550506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8270506308860361621.post-27318676911792781122010-11-07T17:26:00.000-08:002010-11-07T17:26:19.836-08:00Ooooklahoma where the winds go sweepin down the plain! (Part 1)So last Thursday night, my friend Allison and I decided last minute that we would take a road trip to Oklahoma that upcoming weekend. We both did some research about things we could go see. She was totally pumped about this road trip because she had never been to Oklahoma before. Many people had told her that Oklahoma was boring and that there's nothing to do there. Allison Post did not want to believe this, and she wanted to prove them wrong by having a great time in Oklahoma. While on this trip, she thought it would be fun if we slept in the car, took showers at truck stops and picked up a hitchhiker. I knew right away that this was going to be a legendary road trip.<br />
We woke up early Friday morning to hit the road. We ate at the caf before we left. While we were there, we witnessed a guy who was still drunk from the night before. How classy. We then packed up the car and started our drive. Allison really wanted to take a picture with the "Welcome to Oklahoma!" sign. It's hard to miss this sign but somehow we did. Along the way, we saw another Oklahoma sign, but we didn't see it in time to get off the highway. So we decided it was important enough to turn around and try to get back to it. We somehow ended up right where we got off, and decided to just try and catch it on the drive back. <br />
We stopped in a small town called Sayre. We parked and took some pictures. People driving by stared and waved at us, and truck drivers honked at us. It was awkward, for real. We had fun walking around the town and looking in a Christmas store. We got back on the road and drove all the way to Oklahoma City. We went to the National Cowboy and Western Heritage Museum. It was quite a delightful experience. It had the coolest Cowboy and Indian stuff, and there was a beautiful outdoor garden. They also had a little town in there called Prosperity Junction that was quite quaint. There was a little chapel and schoolhouse. There was a guard in there, that tipped his cowboy hat at us and said, "Evening ladies." We decided right then and there that Prosperity Junction was the place for us. <br />
We then went to Toby Keith's restaurant in Bricktown. Even though we were so tired and almost fell asleep at the table, we enjoyed a good hamburger and as usual ate too much. We decided to walk around Bricktown after our big lunch. Bricktown had such a great atmosphere, especially with the canals and plethora of brick buildings. We found a part of town near the train tracks where there was Indian mural and some buffalo statues. We had fun attempting to take a few jumping pictures, too. We then tried to find one of the trolleys that drive around downtown. We sat on a bench and waited for like 15 minutes. We occupied our time by talking like we were British and saying things like, "Hello trolley people!" We were acting like eager beavers and we had our quarters ready to pay. Then when the trolley finally got there, we were pleasantly surprised to find out that the trolley was free. Some of the other passengers were quite interesting. One was a homeless man, who kept acting like he was shooting stuff. It was quite entertaining. We however didn't know how to alert the driver when we wanted to get off. Luckily we were watching the homeless man, who got off before us and we saw that he pulled a cord when it got to his stop. It's sad that we had to learn this from a crazy homeless man.<br />
Then when we got back on the road, it was around 5 and the traffic was pretty bad. We both heard a noise that sounded like a flat tire. So Allison pulled over and I got out to check the tires. None of the tires were flat and everything was fine till we tried to get back on the highway. There were so many cars that it was impossible to find an opening to merge. So we sat on the shoulder of the road for 15 minutes waiting. And we waited, and waited. Finally we were able to get back on the road and then we headed to POPS on Route 66. It had a big coke bottle sculpture thing outside that was really cool. They had a ton of different flavors of sodas, and it made it very difficult to decide on just one. We took our sodas to go and headed to Stillwater where we would be staying with Allison's friend. It was pretty chill after that, but we were completely exhausted. It was quite a fun-packed day, but there was even more excitement to come the next day.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141717622634550506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8270506308860361621.post-41674108003385498302010-10-23T12:28:00.000-07:002010-10-23T12:28:07.338-07:00Dragons, baseball, friends and pancakes!Like I said in my last post, I have had a very stressful week. Everything seemed to be happening all at once and I felt like I had taken up residence in the HELC. But as the week progressed, things got much better. One piece of scripture that really helped me was Psalm 51:12. "Restore to me the joy of your salvation and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me." We used to sing this all the time at my church. I never realized where it came from though. So during the week anytime I felt overwhelmed, I would say/sing this verse to myself and I would feel calm for a little bit. I thought that I would compile a list of things that helped me survive this week.<br />
1. How to Train Your Dragon (watched it three times since it came out on Friday)<br />
2. Texas Rangers baseball (World Series here we come!!!)<br />
3. Level 2 Family trip to Barnes & Noble and Starbucks<br />
4. Psalm 51:12<br />
5. Mod Podge program with Level 2 (accompanied by a Ranger's game)<br />
6. Coffee date with Tiffany, and then a Midnight Ihop run with Tiffany and Morgan (also accompanied by a Ranger's game)<br />
As you can tell from the list, the Ranger's were a big part of my week. I'm just so excited that my boys are going to the World Series! And to make things even better, I get to go to Game 3 of the World Series next weekend!<br />
Needless to say, God got me through this week by blessing me with little things every day. Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141717622634550506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8270506308860361621.post-3999266473264462752010-10-19T16:38:00.000-07:002010-10-19T16:38:03.925-07:00So this weekend I got to go home to see the Rangers game. I was so excited! They played a great game and beat those stinkin Yankees! It was a wonderful experience! Then I came back to school to a whole lot of stress and craziness. I have a math project that I have to work on with a partner. I need a calculator to do the project. I ordered one a month ago and it still hasn't come in. Then I have two online classes that I constantly have homework for. Then I studied all last night for a test that I had today. It ended up not really being a test, and we went through the entire "test" together as a class. So I pretty much wasted all that time. Then my laptop kept messing up yesterday. It can be fickle sometimes so I just went to the HELC. When I got back it was still messing up. I had some people try to help me fix it, and I even took it to the IT guys in the HELC, but they couldn't fix it. So I'm left without my computer, which has all my work for my classes. My biggest concern though is that my online class's unit journals are on my computer. Those journals count as my midterm and I can't get to them now. Which means I have to redo all of them before Sunday. Great. That's just great. So now I'm just a big bundle of stress and nerves. I feel like everything is going crazy in my life. My response to stress is running, and then counter-acting that with tons of food. This makes me feel even worse. So I'm not really sure why I'm writing about all of this because none of you really want to hear me complain. But it makes me feel better to write out my frustrations. I know God has a plan and all this is happening for a reason. God is refining me and it is not a comfortable experience. I need to stop depending on things of this world to comfort me. I need to trust in the Lord, and let Him be the one that I turn to when my life is a mess. I should wake up and want to spend time in the Word, not check my facebook. Even though I feel unhappy and lost right now, I know that these times of trials and stress will bring me closer to God.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141717622634550506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8270506308860361621.post-86212421772116022382010-09-28T18:08:00.000-07:002010-09-28T18:08:38.870-07:00So Monday night is my bible study night. I go to an upperclassmen one, and then before that one is finished I run over to one in my dorm. I love bible studies and getting to hear what is on everyone's heart and being able to set apart a time in my day to just read the word and talk about Jesus. So last night I went about my normal routine of running to and fro to bible studies. When I got to the Cross Hall Bible study, I was a little exhausted and stressed. I was worried that the cookies I had made for the two upperclassmen bible studies tasted like crap. I was worried about all the school work that I have been procrastinating on. I was worried about my future and whether I'm majoring in the right thing and also if I will be a old, single, cat-lady for the rest of my life. (You have probably realized by now that I worry over every little thing. I'm usually a stress bubble most of the time.) Needless to say, my mind was overflowing with doubt. So I sat down in the lobby ready to get Bible study over with, so that I could go back to my room and procrastinate and worry some more. Then Lindsey started talking about God's will for our lives, and what that really meant. We talked about that for awhile, and then Lindsey talked about her trip to Poland. While she was there, she visited some concentration camps and she told us how it affected her and her faith. By the time she was done talking I just wanted to cry. I'm not exactly sure what it was that she said, but something at that Bible study really spoke to my heart. So once we finished I went straight back to my room, locked the door, turned off the light and just prayed. I was in there for a good hour and half just praying, crying my eyes out, and singing praises to God. I realized how busy and selfish I had been so far this semester. I hadn't realized how far from God I had been till I had returned to Him and was sitting in perfect peace at His feet. For the first time since school had started, I didn't feel stressed or worried or consumed with anything but God. It was so peaceful and beautiful. I hadn't cried in I don't know how long. This time was a perfect gift from God, that he knew I desperately needed. As I sat in my comfy sofa chair in my completely dark room just singing and crying, I opened my eyes to see all my glow-in-the-dark dinosaurs glowing all over my room. It's sad but that was so perfect to me. I couldn't stop smiling. And to top off this perfect evening, I suddenly heard the voices of my two friends, Audrie and Allison, singing "Just Around the Riverbend" outside my door. I for sure wasn't opening that door because I looked plain old nasty with my tear-stained face. So I sat there and let them bang on my door and I laughed silently to myself. Its weird but the combination of those glow-in-the-dark dinosaurs, my friends singing Pocahontas songs, a wonderful Bible study, and a perfect time of prayer and singing to God made for one of the most precious and beautiful times I have ever had. I couldn't sleep after that, and I just wanted to tell everyone I knew about how good God has been to me. Since it was late at night, I ended up just calling my little brother and telling him how God had just swept me off my feet. I wish I could have that attitude and intensity about God all the time. So when I woke up this morning, I was pumped up and ready to go out and live life. I know there will be many, many days where I won't feel that excited about getting out of bed. But I hope that I never forget that God has placed me where I am for a reason, and that every day He gives me is a blessing. I need to live for his glory every day no matter what the circumstance. As my pastor said last Sunday, "Sometimes we don't feel like doing something, but we do it anyway because He is still worthy." And a good way to wrap this all up is this line from my devotional that I read last night. "You gave Your life for me because You loved me. Help me to do the same for You."Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141717622634550506noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8270506308860361621.post-58560610118120393892010-09-23T13:58:00.000-07:002010-09-23T13:58:06.755-07:00Kitty Litter, Milk and Ground Squirrel!So the other night my friends Audrie and Allison were sitting with me in our lobby. I had made some hot chocolate and Allison got a whif of it. The whif that entered her nostrils triggered a memory of one of her childhood favorite meals, Malt-O-Meal. Well you might be asking, what in the who-ha is Malt-O-Meal? Well if Allison heard you ask this question, her reply would be a little something like this, "Do you like pudding? Do you like oatmeal? Do you like milk, butter and sugar? Well then you would love Malt-O-Meal because those are its ingredients." When she realized that neither I nor Audrie had ever had Malt-O-Meal, she sought out to find other people on our floor who had eaten this supposedly delightful meal. She ended up finding two people. She decided to make Malt-O-Meal the next night for the entire 2nd floor. Audrie and I didn't think she was gonna go through with it, but never tell Allison Post that she can't or won't do something. She will prove you wrong. She wouldn't be Allison Post if she didn't take it upon herself to revolutionize everyone's world by giving them Malt-O-Meal (MOM). So yesterday, Allison and I made a trip to Walmart to buy some MOM. Upon arriving in the hot cereal aisle, we realized that they did have MOM but not the chocolate kind in the purple box. This would not suffice. Level 2ers do not settle for just Original MOM. Allison thought that there might be some on the back of the shelf. So I prepared to give her boost so that she could look to see if there was any chocolate MOM hidden somewhere. Well I went to lift her up and then this is where it gets interesting. I'm not the strongest person, so I didn't do a great job lifting her. So as she went up in the air, her knee hit me in the chest, then I kinda made her fall into the shelf knocking over all the oatmeal. We looked like idiots. All we accomplished was making a mess of things and getting ourselves hurt. Allison was set out to find the chocolate MOM and she wasn't gonna give up till she found it. So we went to United, and they didn't have it. So she called the Walmarts in Amarillo. Two of them didn't have it either, but the last one she called did. So we decided to drive to Amarillo to get the MOM and then while we were over there we would stop by and see The Kendall Harris Experience at the Church at Quail Creek. So we arrived at the Walmart and were overjoyed to find the chocolate MOM. I have never seen Allison Post that happy ever. So we then headed to the Church at Quail Creek. We were worried about finding it, but we actually had no trouble. But once we got there, we had no idea which door to go into or where we were supposed to go. We arrived there at 7 and we walked around the church for a good 15 minutes looking for everyone. We ended up walking into orchestra practice, and old people bible study and the preschool. Finally we found the door that we were supposed to go into, but there were these stairs right inside the door that we weren't sure if we were supposed to go up. Then our friend Sam appeared and Allison yelled "SAM!" a little loudly, which caused me to laugh really loud. Little did we know that everyone was upstairs and probably could hear us making a ruckus. So we walked in 15 minutes late while the preacher was talking. We had to leave by 8:30 so that I could get back in time for night duty. So we were sitting there listening to the guy talk not sure if we were gonna get to hear any of the Kendall Harris Experience because we had to leave soon. The guy wrapped it up and KHE played one final song to end the shindig. Yeah that's right. We got to hear one song. We pretty much missed all of the "Experience" of Kendall Harris. So even though it was done, all of our friends from the BSM stayed and were gonna hear Kendall play some more. But of course we had to leave to go back for night duty. We got there late and left early. As Allison and I were driving back to Canyon, we discussed our day and we realized just how awkward we are. Everywhere we went that day, we did something completely awkward or weird that caused people to stare at us and shake their heads. But we can't help it, it comes naturally. Then when we got back to Cross Hall, Allison and I went on to make the MOM. I have to admit the powder looked like sand. I thought that the chocolate MOM was quite tasty after it had been "doctored up" as Allison would say. The Original MOM on the other hand...well lets just say that it wasn't as big of a hit. Allison then took some of the chocolate MOM to the girls on our floor. I don't know what their opinion of it was, but I must say for myself that I enjoyed the experience. Is it my favorite food? Nope. But I think that because I went on an adventure with Allison to retrieve it, it made me appreciate it so much more. So my conclusion is that Allison and I are like MOM. The three of us are misunderstood and our awkwardness is not fully appreciated by everyone. We may not be super popular, but we are rare. There are not many like us and when you do find us (on the top shelf in the hot cereal aisle in a ghetto Walmart in Amarillo) it is an awkward but crazy fun experience that you will remember forever.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141717622634550506noreply@blogger.com1