Leeches Coming Clean

Thank you to all of you blog leeches that have come clean in the last 10 days since I called you out. I know there are still more of you out there though. (See my post from December 6th if you don't know what I'm talking about) I'm not trying to be mean or pushy with this blog leech thing. You don't have to leave a comment every time you are on...just occasionally. So, if you are a regular blog reader (one or more times/week) you should leave a comment AT LEAST monthly. If you are more of a casual blog reader (one time a month or less) then a good rule of thumb is to leave a comment every 4th time you get on. And, if you are reading this right now and you have NEVER left a comment then you at least better leave a comment here that says, "Hello, my name is ______ and I read your blog." Really, I just need to know who my blog audience is so I'll know what I need to keep my blog rated (currently it is PG), how sarcastic I can be, and who I shouldn't say bad stuff about. Ha ha. Like for example, today I found out that my dad reads my blog. Crap, now I have to be even MORE restricted in what I say. See, I shouldn't have even said "crap." My dad is kind of tight laced, which is funny to me since he was a TOTAL hell child when he was young. Luckily though, my dad can't figure out how to leave comments, so his blog opinion will not be heard. (He is pretty technologically impaired... he doesn't know how to check his voice mail on his cell phone either, even though he has had a cell phone since they looked like the ones on "Saved by the Bell!") Also, apparently my long-lost second cousin Allie is a total blog leech too. She told my brother Lee the other day, "I just love Becca's blog...it is funny...you would never know she was so funny by how she is in person. She is so quiet and reserved." Allie, if you think I'm quiet and reserved, I'm afraid it has been too long since you've been around me. We need to do lunch sometime. I don't think I've EVER been "quiet and reserved," so I'm glad that my blog can help you get to know the "Real Me" a little better. Although I don't think that I'm quite as mean/sarcastic/judgemental/etc as I may come across on my blog...maybe I am though, I don't know. And Russell...you are the worst blog leech ever because you always critique my blog and tell me how many spelling and grammar errors I make, and yet you aren't contributing to the world with a blog of your own or even any comments! So what, you are a single white 30 year old male...it is okay to blog. So blog leeches, you are loved and appreciated, but you will be even more loved and appreciated if you make yourselves known and contribute to the world by leaving the occasional comment on my blog. Stop sucking and start commenting.

And one more thing...even if I don't know you (and you maybe linked to my blog from another blog), you can still leave a comment. If I cared who read my blog I wouldn't have it open to the public. It's not like I post my address or social security number here or anything.

If you are wondering about the picture attached to this blog post, it is one that came up when I did an image search for "leeches." According to the web page that I stole this sad but funny picture from, fat people "are a group of leeches that are sucking out all our well earned money, livelihood, and outlook as a country." SORRY EVERYONE!

Facebook Stalker Update

So, I'm finally coming to terms with facebook and am starting to see the good in it. I have had so many old friends contact me lately through facebook and it has been great to get back in touch. So now I sort of heart facebook. I decided that because I'm starting to heart facebook instead of hate facebook that maybe I should fix up my profile a bit, add some pics, and get rid of my facebook stalker (even though his many invites have kept me entertained). I logged into facebook tonight to start off by getting rid of the stalker and I was looking through my friends list trying to find his name so I could delete it...but HE WASN'T ON MY FRIENDS LIST ANYMORE! Instantly I thought,

'Oh my heck...facebook stalker deleted himself from my friends list! How dare he dump me...and right during the holidays. No one should get dumped during the holidays, no one. I guess he finally got sick of sending me all of those invites and NEVER getting anything back...put out, put out, put out, and never get back. Welcome to being a Mormon girl in Utah!'

Anyway, after freaking out a little and feeling rejected I decided to look into the matter a little more. And, I discovered that he wasn't showing up on my friends list because I had so severely limited what he could see on my profile that he wasn't really my friend anymore...he was just a person with limited access. Whew, sigh of relief, and self esteem goes back up. So, I went ahead and blocked him permanently from accessing my info. But as I'm logging myself out of facebook I notice a little message that says, "Kurt Somebody has poked you." I guess he saw that I was logged into facebook and just had to get one last poke in before I deleted him forever. I would have written him a message saying, "STOP POKING ME!!!" but that just isn't necessary now as he is gone forever. And by the way, I hate the poking thing. I think it is weird and even sounds a little disgusting. It is way worse than sheep throwing, vampire biting, and cyber cuddling.

Ugly Christmas Sweater Party

I've been talking about having an Ugly Christmas Sweater Party for years, and this past Saturday I finally had one. I found a pretty freaking ugly Christmas sweater at DI. It is bright red, has dolman sleeves, and two big shiny poinsettias on it. It is pretty special...one I will definitely hang onto and treasure for years to come. I got matching poinsettia earrings at Sears on 60% off (I wonder why) and bright red little slipper shoes to go with. I think it turned out pretty fun despite the fact that it was snowing like crazy and lots of people (especially the ones coming from Provo and Park City) weren't able to come. I had fun anyway, but I guess I always have fun. We went bowling in our ugly sweaters (where we got lots of weird looks) and then came back to my place and played the best get-to-know you game ever called What's wrong with your body? It is such a great way to really get to know people. We had food and visited next. Then we played a few intense games of Catch Phrase and then watched a couple episodes of The Office...the Christmas Party and the Injury. It was a pretty typical Mormon party minus David Luck taking his shirt off to show us his stupid human trick. Thanks for coming everyone!
P.S. I'm sorry but if there isn't a picture of you here it means that I either didn't get a good one of you or your weren't wearing an ugly sweater and therefore can't be part of this blog post. Sorry!

Alison and Allyson

Becca and Melissa

Alex or a Power Ranger...I'm not sure



Family Picture time

Alison broke 80 and without bumpers! Impressive.

Eric enjoys the tasty treats!

Don't you hate when you lean out of a picture and then you're still in it?

Alex loves cheese balls!

Speaking of cheese...my smile is SO fake!

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Becca and Matt showing off their Ugly Christmas wear

Heidi and Spencer sharing some holiday cheer

Christa (in cowgirl Christmas Wear) and Lisa



Elena shows off her last minute DI find

TAGGED

A few weeks ago my friend Tricia tagged me, which I guess means that I have to write 5 things that are unique about me. I haven't had time to blog for awhile, but since I flunked my last final of the semester today, I now have time to blog away. So, 5 things that are unique to me...my brothers would say, "You're unique... just like everybody else." So, I'm going to change it and say here are 5 things that are weird or different about me, instead of unique since they aren't truly unique...I know, it is a technicality, but I just want to get it right.

I am weird/different because...

1) I am totally passive aggressive. This is a new discovery to me. Someone pointed it out to me when I told them about how I take care of things when my neighbors don't pick up their dog poo from my lawn. So, I looked up passive aggressive on Wikipedia and I think that it is true...I am a little passive aggressive. I just thought it was the nice way to get what you want done or said. But, according to Wikipedia, it is a DISORDER. So, I have a disorder...big deal. Here's a picture of my solution to when your neighbors don't pick up the dog poop from your lawn. It has worked wonders for me and my lawn. I think it is a good way to get your point across because 1) it is great for visual learners and 2) it makes a statement and 3) you don't have to confront anyone. Maybe I'm not truly passive aggressive though because I think that deep down I did it to be funny, but if it gets my point across too, great! P.S. The poop was gone within a day...I think it was gone before I even got around to taking the picture.

2) I don't like pets (cats and dogs). I would be afraid to admit this to the world because everyone that knows that I don't like cats and dogs thinks that I am a heartless, unkind, cold person. But I'm not... I love people, and sheep and goldfish. I got the courage to write this because Tricia wrote on her blog that she didn't like pets, so I don't feel so evil if someone else feels the same way I do. I know, you are asking yourself, "how could such a warm, loving, fun, kind person like Becca not like pets?" Let me tell you why...1)the only dog we ever had as kids was completely retarded 2)I got attacked and bit by a big dog when I was a kid 3)I am sort of a clean freak and well, pets aren't clean 4)One and a half years of South American Dogs...need I say any more?

3) I have never been on a cruise nor been to Hawaii. Yeah, I love to travel. I live for going on trips. I want to go everywhere. I am interested in every place and every culture, no exceptions. I have been to every continent in the world except for Antarctica and I have been to over 30 different countries, but I haven't been on a cruise and also haven't been to Hawaii...how weird is that? I guess I'm saving the close easy stuff for when I get old and decrepit.

4) I LOVE to have parties...especially theme/dress-up parties. I think that this may be an inherited trait from my Grandma Batt. She loved to always have something going at her house. As kids we had parties for nearly every holiday and everything you can think of at my Grandma Batt's house. We had back to school parties, Valentine's Day parties, Birthday parties, at least 2 different Christmas Parties, 4th of July parties, Easter parties, Bonfires, a wild New Year's Party, and parties just to have parties. We played games where we would chase each other all over the house and try to rip each others' socks off, games where we put on helmets and threw raw eggs or tomatoes at each other, strip poker (we would add extra clothes first), Annie-Annie Over, crazy hard Easter-egg hunts (where it wasn't at all unusual to find your Easter egg under a cow pie). I love parties because they bring people together.

5) I LOVE flowers. I really love flowers. I plant a crazy amount of them, especially considering how small my yard is. The last few years ever since I have had my own house I have had 4 crops of flowers. First crop is fall pansies. Second crop comes when the hundreds of tulip, daffodil, crocus, lily and other bulbs I have planted come up in the Spring. Third crop is the annuals that I plant as soon as the bulbs flowers die back. Fourth crop is the seed flowers that come up in the late summer and early fall as the annuals die back. I'm pretty sure that this obsession is genetic too thanks to my mom and Grandma Furness.

P.S. I tag Lee, Kim, Christa, Audrey, Heidi and Melissa.

A Word on Facebook

I think that Facebook is weird. Does anybody else?
My friends Sarah and Kate kept trying to convince me to get a Facebook account, telling me how fun it was, what a great way it is to keep in touch, blah, blah, blah. So a couple of months ago I did. Less than 24 hours after I opened my account I get a message that said Kurt Somebody poked you on Facebook. So, being a naive Facebook newbie, I poked him back. Within minutes he added me as a friend. I didn't really recognize the name, but I thought to myself, "Maybe I know him from BYU or the mission...I don't want to be rude," so I added him as a friend. So RIGHT away he writes a message on my wall that said "Thanks for the add cutie...hope you had a great day." "Okay," I thought to myself, "I definitely don't know this guy because nobody calls me cutie, nobody." The next day I get a message from him that says, "Hey cutie (must be his favorite word), what are you up to?" I wrote back..."Do I know you from somewhere?" And he wrote back (and these are his exact words, spelling and all), "No, i was just looking threw here, and seen your profile and i thought you were cute and i wanted to chat." So, less than two days on Facebook and I already had a facebook stalker...and this guy is persistent! First I got a message that said, "Kurt wants to cuddle with you "(I've never cyber cuddled...how boring could that possibly be!?) The next day it was, "Kurt has sent you a dance." Then it was a cyber pillow fight he wanted to have. Then it was something about a secret crush, a hot or not invitation, and then he wanted to add me to his best friend list(BEST friends so soon?) I have ignored everything he has ever written to me but the guy doesn't let up. I have about 15 to 20 invitations from him that I have ignored so far. Here is my absolute favorite invitation he has sent me..."Dear friend, tired of all those annoying bites from zombies, vampires and werewolves? Click the 'Start Fighting Chumps' button to become a slayer and start beating up on those zombies, vampires, and werewolves." What in the world does that mean? Am I in Graduate School or Middle School? So, in conclusion, I think that facebook is weird. I don't get all this vampire biting, sheep throwing, cyber cuddling stuff. I will however keep my facebook account because it has helped me get back in contact with several old roommates, mission comps and friends. And...just a couple of days ago my 80 year old Great-uncle added me as a friend. I didn't even know that 80 year olds knew about Facebook! The end.

Blog Leeches

Okay all you blog leeches out there. You know who you are...you read my blog but NEVER leave comments. You take but never contribute. You suck, suck, suck, suck, suck. If you read my blog, I expect at least one comment for every four posts that you read. I love comments. I live for comments (I know, I'm pathetic). If you are embarrassed that your life is so pathetic too that you read my blog, you can leave the comment from anonymous or make up a fake name. I love getting comments from people like Al Gore and Sean Hannity. So Russell, Bobbi, mom, grandma and all you other little leeches out there, come clean, admit that you are blog readers and leave me some comments! Love, Becca

Beyond Boring

So, I'm driving home from another fabulous day of work today and I notice that the car in front of me has one of those licence plate holder things that says:

"Dad's Mid-life Crisis Toy."

I instantly started laughing and pulled out my camera phone to try to snap a picture (while I was driving in the rain...oops!). Now the saying itself is not that funny....the part that made it funny was the car it was on. You would maybe expect something like that on a Porsche, BMW, or a cool old classic car. The car I saw it on however was a WHITE TOYOTA CAMRY! Did you catch that...not only was it a Toyota Camry, but it was WHITE. Could you possibly get any more conservative and any less Mid-life Crisis like? If a WHITE TOYOTA CAMRY is your version of a CRISIS then I'm sorry to be rude, but you are BEYOND BORING. I'm sure that Toyota Camrys are great cars...they always get excellent consumer ratings, excellent crash test ratings, excellent gas mileage, excellent resale, etc. But buying a conservative, well rated car in a conservative color is a smart buy, not a mid-life crisis! Now, maybe buying a purple, orange, bright yellow, or lime green Toyota Camry could be considered part of a mid-life crisis... but any purple, orange, bright yellow or lime green car purchase is a crisis no matter what the make and model of the car is. Please, everyone, if my life ever gets so horrible and boring that I consider buying a white sedan of any type to be living on the edge, please, someone, anyone, shoot me and take me out of my misery.