Zumba Dummy

Tonight I joined in on the Zumba fad for the first time.  My cousin Audrey and sister-in-law Kim talked me in to giving it a try.  I wonder if, after tonight's class, they regret it...if they were embarrassed to know me.  

I know I was embarrassed to know me.  

Because I'm sooooooo uncoordinated.  

And I suck.

And I kept bumping into the people around me.

And I might have almost fallen once.  

I'm a Zumba disaster...kinda like the lady in the picture above.  But she looks like a clueless Zumba disaster...at least I know I'm a Zumba disaster.  That's a start, right?  

And I'm serious...I'm not just saying that I'm an uncoordinated disaster in the way that everyone says they're uncoordinated.  I really am.  I might just be the most uncoordinated person I know.  

If you don't believe me just ask my brother Tyler to see the video he took of me the first time I played wii tennis.  I was pretty horrible.  I was all over the room swinging that wii controller around uncontrollably.  Tyler said that if he posted the video on YouTube that it would definitely go viral.  I didn't let him.  Maybe I should have though.  I might be YouTube famous by now.   

I'm just naturally uncoordinated I suppose.  It's not that my parents didn't try to help me.  From a young age they had me in ballet, jazz, tap, and gymnastics classes.  But I was pretty much hopeless from the beginning.  Someday maybe I'll post the video of me at my first ballet recital so you can see for yourselves just how bad I really was.  I was so horrible that people in the audience laughed when it came time for my little solo twirl with star-wand wave combo.  Well, at least I was funny I guess.  

Anyway, I figured that regardless of my dancing disability, I'd better get doing something...before my fat rolls get any more numerous or large.  I don't want to start losing things in them...like car keys or fried chicken.  

I don't know why I've always been so worried about losing fried chicken in my fat rolls.  

Because I don't even eat fried chicken.

Anyway, it's back to Zumba again tomorrow.  I'm not quite ready to give up yet.  Even if I am embarrassing myself.  

Wish me luck! 

With Christmas approaching...

my brothers will want to know what I want for Christmas.  


They usually don't start asking that question until about December 23ish.  But I thought I'd give them a little head start this year.  


And really, I'm super easy to buy for.  I like and want most things.  So instead of listing everything that I might like to receive for Christmas I thought instead that I'd just mention a few things that I hope not to receive this year. 


A lot of what I'm posting is Mormon artwork.  I'm not a huge fan of most Mormon artwork.  I'm pretty picky I guess.  I just like the normal stuff.  


Same with Mormon music...I don't like a lot of it.  That Dairyman's Daughter song from the 90's almost ruined my fragile teenage testimony.  Really any Michael McLean music scares me.  And some of the following artwork does too, so please don't buy me any of it for Christmas.  Thank you.  
  

Jesus passing the Sacrament while zombie baby approaches

Jesus signing "I love you"(1)

Jesus helping with scripture study

Jesus reflecting in your 1970's mirror-covered closet doors

Jesus suiting up the sister missionary

Jesus and the black kid in a wheelchair dressed in a baptismal jumpsuit (2)

Babies see Jesus everywhere

Jesus presents the Constitution while Abraham Lincoln performs in a barbershop quartet and really random people from the past (like that lady who blew up in the Challenger space shuttle) look on

Nazareth High School
Class of 18 A.D. (3)

Footnotes

[1] If you, or one of your children, are deaf, I won't think it's weird if you own this picture.

[2] If you are black AND wheelchair bound, owning this picture might be okay, but, according to the most recent church statistics, there are only four black kids in wheelchairs in the church and I doubt you're one of them. 

[3] This isn’t that freaky of a picture I suppose, but for some reason a smiling Jesus just sort of scares me and I don't know why.  

Other things I hope not to find under the tree this year...

This wall vase.  Freaky.

Spray-on hair filler.  Because the last thing I need during a snowstorm is to have spray-paint running down my neck.  

Pajama jeans

And avoid Snuggies in all their forms...

the Gangsta Snuggie...

the Babysitter Snuggie...

the Alien Snuggie...

and the Sport Snuggie.

And please please please don't buy me...

a steak brander...

or fetus cookie cutters.  

Because that's just creepy.  

Thank you.

What are you hoping not to get for Christmas this year?

Brazil for Christmas?

So I'm thinking that I may go to Brazil for Christmas after all.  
We had a lovely Fall in Idaho but just like that the weather turned bad.  And, I think I may have had my fill of this:

and this...

and this...

for the year already.  


Although that last picture of the giant drift in my G-ma's backyard is pretty beautiful.  But beautiful is still cold and wet.  


I guess I'm just a wimp.  


I guess I just don't like driving on slick roads or having cold, wet, feet all of the time.  And I REALLY don't like what going out in the snow does to my hair...hair gets messed up, self esteem drops, and the day is basically ruined.  


Anyway, don't get me wrong...I do LOVE love LOVE Idaho, but I am not a huge fan of Idaho Winters.  


If I had my way I'd live in Idaho from May through September and also from December 24th to January 1st and then I'd hide out somewhere warmer for the rest of the year.  


I need to find a warm place that isn't humid and also doesn't require you to share your home with large spiders, scorpions, and/or geckos.  


Oh, and I guess I need to find a job that allows me to split my time between two places...any suggestions?  

I did it.

I sold MoTab tickets that I paid absolutely nothing for.

And I sold them for 200 dollars.

The cash is in my hand.  (in small unmarked bills) 

And now everybody is trying to make me feel bad about it...like I sold my soul to the devil himself.  

What's up with that?  

You can't be guilt tripping me now...because it's too late.  The deed is done. 

And I gave everyone the opportunity to pre-guilt trip me here...I asked all of you, my blog readers, my moral compasses, my guides to what is right and proper in this world to lead me and guide me and not one person said, "STOP Becca!!!...Don't do it!...200 bucks isn't worth rotting in hell over forever!...It's not worth 200 dollars to have guilt eternally eat away at your soul!"  

But, nobody stopped me.  Not even my mother.

So why are people making me feel like I'm a creepy person for making such an awesome gain on my money?...0 dollars invested...200 gained.  It's an incalculable return on my investment.  

As far as I'm concerned, I should be applauded for making such a sound financial decision in times like these.  

And, it takes two to tango.  If there hadn't been a demand then I wouldn't have supplied.  But there was a demand and I supplied.  

The guy I sold them to is a die-hard David Archuleta fan and so is his family.  

He thanked me exactly eight times via email for selling him the tickets.  He said to me "you have no clue how happy I am to get these tickets."  He drove an hour in a snowstorm to pick them up.  And when we met he greeted me with 200 bucks and a smile and said, "I'm so excited to get these," and then he even made a joke about it looking like a drug deal (we met in a Maverick parking lot), and then he thanked me again.  

He thanked me and thanked me and thanked me for selling him tickets I got for free...

and they were balcony seats.  

I suck.  

An Epic Win...

Guess who won an 18,000 dollar scholarship?


That's right...my cousin-in-law Jason.  


There were 39 other people in the running, but Jason got 34,000ish votes and was the big time winner.  


So thanks to everyone who took the time to vote...every little vote counted.  


For more info about the exciting news go here. 

Kid History I

Okay, so either I'm completely weird and/or bored or this video is pretty freaking hilarious.  I laughed out loud...by myself.  And, even if you don't find it as funny as I do, you've got to at least give these people 10 points for creativity and amazing video editing skills.  


As far as I know none of my readers are brain surgeons or the like, so I can say without reservation that this is most definitely worth six minutes of your time.  


Enjoy...




What was your favorite part?  I think mine is right around 5:04.  I couldn't stop laughing.  


Later, 
Becca

A Moral Question for my Readers

Dear Readers,

On a scale of 1 to 10, with 10 being cannibalism and 1 being picking your nose, how morally wrong would it be for a person to sell their free of charge Mormon Tabernacle Christmas Concert tickets to desperate David Archuleta fans for say, 200 dollars, on Craigslist?  

Just wondering.

Becca