R I D I C U L O U S

Sometimes, even without the help of my brothers, I realize that I'm a bit ridiculous. This weekend might have had some pretty good examples of my ridiculousness. Let's start with some shoes I bought. I found them at Target and they were only 20 bucks. Fantastic. But they must run a little small. I normally wear a size 8 1/2 or 9 shoe and I had to buy size 9 1/2...and honestly they are still a bit tight. I'm wearing them right now and my toes are a little hurty. But, I refuse to buy size 10 shoes. I may have big feet but I'm not an Amazon! Wearing shoes too small for you just because of the size on the label...ridiculous.

Saturday night I finished writing a research paper. And as soon as I pushed the print button I thought to myself, 'Hallelujah, that was the last research paper you will ever have to write in your life Becca!' And then my other self thought 'well, maybe.' Even considering more school when you've spent the majority of your life in school...ridiculous.

Later that night I drove to the store because I realized that I was missing one of the ingredients for Becca's Super Duper Awesome Green Enchiladas that I wanted to make Sunday (even though I just made them last weekend). The ingredient I didn't have? Cream of chicken soup. Last week in Idaho Tyler and I found Campbell's cream of chicken soup on sale for 58 cents a can. We bought hundreds of cans to stock up for ourselves and other family members. I left it all in Idaho. Not bringing even one can of soup to Utah with me and then having to pay full price and make a special trip to the store for it...ridiculous.

And, as I was driving to the store I saw a po-po who had just pulled someone over which made me remember my expired driver's licence. It has been expired for four months now. Why don't I have a current driver's licence? Reason 1: I really really really don't want another Utah licence. I want an Idaho driver's licence. BUT, I don't have residency in Idaho. I don't know why they can't judge my residency by my heart...which, if you could see, has the word IDAHO written on it. Reason 2: I feel really fat right now and don't want a picture taken that is going to last 5 years and also don't think I can lie about my weight enough to get it even close to what I want it to be on my driver's licence. There's pretty much a 10 pound limit to lying on your driver's licence, right? Driving on an expired licence because you are a big fat Idaho lover...ridiculous. So I go into the store, buy my cream of chicken soup, and head out to the parking lot to get back in my car. But, during the short time I was shopping, a rapist van has parked near my car. And there's a guy sitting in it. Great. He was probably just a nice guy waiting in the car while his wife ran in to get some last minute groceries. That would be the logical thing to think. But instead I just assume, because of what he's driving, that he's a rapist, or at least a thief. And I just bought this super cool new purse that I'm sure makes me more of a target. So I decide to run to my car. But it's icy. Don't worry, I didn't fall. But I did look like an idiot as I ran with only my lower legs to avoid falling. Running like a dork to avoid a guy who is probably not a rapist...ridiculous. Rapist Van Funny Rapist Van Then I get in my car and sweep my arm across the back seat, you know, to check for bad guys. I always do this. Especially since, while at BYU, Lee stole my second set of keys and hid in my back seat so he could (and did) scare me when I got into my car. And, as I'm sweeping my arm across the back seat the thought comes to me, 'Becca, you always check for bad guys, but what about bad midgets? You need to do a more thorough check.' Worrying about evil midgets in my back seat...ridiculous. The next day (Sunday) I got up and got ready for church. I headed to church and was even a little proud of myself for being on time (even though my church doesn't start until 1:00 PM). I pulled into the parking lot and there were hardly any cars there. What the? And then I remembered...oh yeah, it was Stake Conference today....at 10:00 in the morning! Completely missing church because you spaced Stake Conference...ridiculous. So, that was my weekend. I'm starting to think that I might be losing it. And that brings me to my next subject which is notes and lists. I'm not really too forgetful usually, but I think that I fear forgetting, thanks to my mom. My mom thinks that she is doomed to Alzheimer's Disease. I don't know why. It doesn't run in our family, we don't live in a house with old pipes, she does crossword puzzles, and we are careful not to use aluminum pots, but for some reason any time my mom forgets any little thing she starts freaking out about getting Alzheimer's...and tells me not to put her in one of the yucky nursing homes that smell like urine but to put her in a nice one...unless she's TOTALLY out of it and then to just put her in the cheapest one because she won't know any difference anyway. I don't even want to get to the point where I'm worrying about Alzheimer's and nursing homes. Hence, I write notes and lists about and for everything, so I won't forget anything, and therefore won't think I'm really losing it. Someday, whoever finds my dead body (half-eaten by wild dogs of course) will also find me surrounded in notes and lists. I make lists of things I need to do, things I need to buy, things I want to buy, pros and cons lists about my life choices (or lack thereof), lists of people I need to write thank you notes to, lists of things I want to blog about, lists of places I want to go, lists of things I want to do, lists to revise and condense old lists, etc.

I recently got made fun of by some relatives (I won't mention any names) for having every little moment of my sister-in-law's baby shower all listed out in outline form. They asked me if it was my lesson plan for the party. It was. I just wanted to be organized...SORRY! I have lists and notes on paper, on my Google Calender, on my Google Task List, on the back of junk mail envelopes, on the back of receipts, on the back of old homework assignments, on sticky notes, and sometimes I even use the inside flap of the gum box.

I think you get the picture.

So that is why I was so happy to walk into my aunt and uncle's house this Thanksgiving and find this...

on their cupboards. And I'm pretty sure some of the notes had already been taken down by the time I got there. Wow. And I thought I was into notes and organizing.

I think my Aunt Karen might have me beat on this one. I think that her lists are not because she's afraid of going crazy, like I am, but just because she truly is one of the most organized people in the world. And, she was cooking like three different Thanksgiving dinners at once since some of her guests have special diets. She's way nicer than I am. I'd be like "eat a granola bar if you can't tolerate lactose, I'm only making one Thanksgiving dinner!" But she's super nice, unlike me.

She was even nice enough to let me take her picture. I told her it was for my blog and it was a sure way to make her famous and that tons of people would leave me comments if I put her picture on my blog also that people will probably recognize her in the grocery store from my blog and she might even get a book deal on organization skills out of it. Or something like that.

Well, so what do you do that is a little ridiculous? Do share...