Oh yeah...I went there!

At the drive-thru

#1, with
everything, mayo AND,
mustard, add jalapenos and cheese,
toast both sides,
rootbeer, no ice.


Mmmm.

posted by Becca @ 9:14 AM Comments: 0

Something unexpected

Our church is growing to the point where I can't tell apart the members from the visitors anymore. That's a good thing though. One of the hermanos invited our family over to their house for a late lunch yesterday which was a nice surprise, because we didn't know them too well. The family is originally from Honduras and moved to the United States about 4 years ago. They have 4 children ranging from 1-12 years of age, 2 boys and 2 girls.

When we entered the home I automatically felt all the love this family had for eachother. Sometimes when you enter a home, just by the way the kids respond to their parents, the way brothers/sisters treat eachother, the way they pay attention to their visitors instead of watching TV or locking themselves up in their rooms till it's time to eat, you just know whether you are going to enjoy your time with them or not.

Their kids warmed up to me rather quickly, probably because I'm such a goofball around kids, and before I knew it we all went scouting the creeks and woods surrounding the apartment complex. Along the way though we stopped by a HUGE Oak tree with a wooden swing strapped to a massive branch.

The ten and twelve-year old took their turns on the swing, while Edward, who was eight, was telling me about a club house nearby in the woods. Before he could finish telling me the story though his eyes met up with the empty swing infront of him and he quickly set off to take his turn. Walking up to the swing Edward turned around for a second to point in the direction where the clubhouse was, and when he turned around, it happened so fast, the swing swayed right in his direction and clocked him in the head. Blood began to gush everywhere...

I didn't know what to do! I didn't react fast enough. I could have stopped the swing, I saw it swaying, but I didn't get to him in time. I tried to find the open wound to apply pressure, but his hair was drenched in blood and it kept running in his eyes. The kids ran off ahead of us to call for help, while me and Edward walked back slowly with my two hands plastered to his forehead in hopes to cover the opened wound.

Just a little far off I could see his Dad and my Dad running out to meet us. They pretty much took over from there, but not until I vomited all over their feet. The blood rushed straight to my head, I could literally hear the pumping of my heart racing in my ears, and an overwhelming nausea came over me. Never in my life had I seen so much blood. I felt bad because it probably took La Hermana the whole afternoon to prepare one of their typical-Honduran meals and I puked it in 3 seconds.

Plus, I totally blew it with Los Hermanos on their first time trusting me with their kids. Seeing how it was Father's day weekend, I would totally understand if they would never trust me again. I'm like, "Here Hermano, I bring forth thy head-stricken son gushing blood everywhere after only 20 minutes under my supervision...Happy Father's Day!" Not the kind of impression I wanted to leave.

But it all ended well. Edward didn't need stiches, I took some tylenol for the nausea, and somehow we all ended up at the pool later on that evening. One thing is for sure, our families bonded like we've never bonded with anyone before. lol. Although the incident was definitely unexpected, what was more unexpected was the great friendship that became of all this. I had a great time.

posted by Becca @ 5:24 PM Comments: 0

Tis the word of the day!

Yeah. So, Zuriel is back. He just couldn't get enought of me! Jk. He's totally over me now that I'm, and I qoute, a JERK. That's okay. He's the only person in the world that I approve of calling me names.

So, anyways...he left without saying goodbye. Left his car for us to fix. (And we're not, well my Dad is, sort of, but only because his parents are cool), and went with his friends. He returned like a week ago, after he realized his car wasn't going to fix itself, and since it's his, he should take some kind of responsibilty. Plus, I think his friends got tired of him mooching off of them. I don't know, I might be wrong. I'm just rambling right now.

His new favorite word is, and get this, it sounds sooo advanced...Paradigm. Paradigm (according to Miss Merriam-Webster herself):

1 : EXAMPLE, PATTERN; especially : an outstandingly clear or typical example or archetype
2 : an example of a conjugation or declension showing a word in all its inflectional forms
3 : a philosophical and theoretical framework of a scientific school or discipline within which theories, laws, and generalizations and the experiments performed in support of them are formulated; broadly : a philosophical or theoretical framework of any kind.

All he says all day long is, "Paradigm this, and paradigm that, blah, blah, blah, again, what your saying is a paradigm, blah, blah, blah, para, blah, digm blah."

We were talking about our opposing views in the car the other day about drinking. I choose not to attend parties, after a couple of experiences, because I feel awkward. The simple fact that my association in that company does not edify my testimony or character is enough for me to find other means of entertaining myself. Again, Zuriel says, "Paradigm this and paradigm that. I don't think Jesus says...blah blah blah, paradigms. You can't just rule everything out on paradigms."

posted by Becca @ 11:27 PM Comments: 0

Brow Be Gone

So this chic with penciled-eyebrows came up to me a while ago and told me that MY eyebrows were a little too thin for the shape of my face. WHAAAA? That ladies and gentlemen, is when you need to re-assess "WHY" you have eyebrows in the first place if you insist on plucking them so thin that even a pencil-eyed girl thinks it's bizarre.

But I was still in denial. I mean, really guys? Like I'm gonna pay attention to some pencil-eyed hoochie that thinks she knows about what goes well with the shape of my face! Uh-uh.

So, I went to Waco about a month ago. I spent the weekend with Camila and Cris' and the gang, AND later on in the day...Camila makes a comment about my eyesbrows in the nicest way possible. But had she not been my friend...she basically would have told me something a little less "Christian." In fact, her Christian-like words went something like this: "Hmmmmm, I hate eyes brows that are thin. I just don't like it! I like it all to be one-thick length over the whole eye...(when she realizes I shape mine the way she detests)...OH, OH, but it looks good on you Becca." lol. Hmmm, not very convincing. ;-)

Well I finally gave in and thought since I wasn't going to listen to a hoochie, I might as well listen to some hints my friends were dropping here and there in our conversations. NOT that I'm a people pleaser or anything, but I took these so-called "hints" especially to heart because my eyebrows are my pride and joy. They're the only things I hadn't screwed up. Until now, that is.

Since then I have been growing-out my bushman eyebrows. There almost like caterpillars now shadowing over my almond eyes. Just a couple of days more and I'll be able to trim them...but only a little this time.

P.S.-I have nothing against pencil-eyed hoochies. I understand that's, "how you roll," and that you've probably taken in consideration the shape of your face anyway which is why you have chosen to pencil the brows in. Nothing against it, per se. I just don't want to look like that. The shape of my face (round?) won't allow it...but you know that already.

posted by Becca @ 6:56 PM Comments: 0

Like father like daughter?

This is too wierd. I'm exactly like my Dad. And if he would lose 100 lbs, wear my glasses, shave his mustache, and grow out his hair...we'd be physically identical to eachother too!

So here's what happened...

It was my little cousin's 6th-birthday and seeing how it's tradition...our family bought him a birthday gift and a hallmark very last minute. We're all in the car, trying to sign it before church. My Dad takes like five minutes to sign the darn thing. I'm like, "Dad, hand it over already. We're gonna get to church with nothing to hand Marcos." He hands me the card next, and when I open it the whole left side is filled with cursive writing. I immediately said outloud what my Dad did, because I'm a taddle-tell. And proud of it. My Mom said, "Honey! Marcos is 6! He can't even read..." It never dawned on my Dad until my mother brought it to his attention, and he just sighed, "O'well. I just wanted him to know how much we love him." Awe. But not really. Now the gift...

We got Marcos a gift card and a bunch of little goodies for him to open. We start placing the goodies in the bag when Leo, my older-brother, pulled out one of the gifts I put in. "What's this, Rebecca?!"

I said, "GUM. Kids like guuuuum, wierdo," which he preemptively interrupted, "Not Trident! Kids like Bubbalicious AND Smackers AND Wonka, boba!" (Boba means stupid in Spanish)

My family just busts out laughing, mainly at my Dad and me, but it was funny for us too. What can I say? My bro was right. I was being a little pragmatic when buying Trident because I thought it would be super-cool to get Marcos gum that's sugar free and teeth-whitening. I thought wrong.

So there you go...like father like daughter: My Dad with his cursive and me with my Trident-gum.

posted by Becca @ 5:05 PM Comments: 0

I'm okay with it...

I think almost everybody is aware now that I don't attend Baylor anymore. There were some stragglers there, by that I mean Shivam, that just figured out like yesterday that I was missing, but for the most part everyone knows.

I'm okay with it. Not being in school and all. I still remember as if it were yesterday when my parents said they couldn't help any more, "Okay...you can get a credit card, quick fix, and be back in school tomorrow, OR, you can take the semester off, work Full-Time, pay it off yourself, and be back in school before you know it." I wasn't particulary peachy with any of those alternatives. But I'm okay with it now. I'll probably laugh at this later on in life. This "take-off" time will just be a dot on the timeline down the road. So, I'm okay with it.

However, it wasn't but a week ago that I WASN'T okay with it. I was angry, bitter, depressed, helpless, envious, melancholic, frustrated, all of the above, etc. I finally decided to take my parents advice, not make them feel any worse because they already feel inadequate, apply for a state job and follow through with the plan.

I've been applying since February for a state job. For every position. At every location. Submitting resumes, paper apps, online apps, going to walk-ins. Nothing. I did everything that could be done. I was relying on what I could do. So, I stopped finally, got a clue, and let God handle it. Till then, plan B...

Since the state never replied, I got a full-time job, on top of my part-time at DFS, with Ecommunications. I hate it (Not because the job is bad or the people are bad, but because I hate working at a place where I feel I'm not learning anything and wasting away my mental prowess). The job was sooo bad that I was the only one to return after the first day. But I thought, "I really don't have the luxury of being choosey." And what do you know, but just after a couple of weeks of sticking with Ecommunications, I run into my mother's old supervisor from at least 6 years ago. She works on the same floor I do, AND in the very next suite. AND guess what else?...She happens to work for the STATE and hiring for the exact positions I've applied for. Ah-hah. No kidding! Talk about some heavenly hook-ups from the very Creator himself.

So I got an interview next week. Very excited. God is letting me follow through with the plan, and I feel that much closer to being back in school. Yay for me.



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This story is dedicated to those that find themselves in a similar position. And if you find that you are not in a similar position right now, it might be something you'll go through later. And if you don't think it will be something that you'll go through later, hopefully it'll inspire you through a hardship down the road. Whatever the hardship may be. Because no one is immune to hardship. So basically this is dedicated to everybody.


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posted by Becca @ 3:39 PM Comments: 1

A Jerk? Lil' ol' ME? No way...

Remember how I told you I was going to act as obnoxious as possible to attenuate any form of attrativeness I might have towards Zuriel(Zee)? Well, it's working. He TOTALLY called me a jerk the other day over the phone. That's a first for me.

The reason was that I basically told him off about leaving without saying thanks to my parents. He lives with us like three weeks now, uses our electricity, gas, food, water, doesn't help around the house, doesn't offer to do anything, doesn't pay for anything (we always take him out)...and then he ups and leaves without an ounce of gratitude. But who's keeping record, right? Well. I told him.

Then he says, "I SAID thanks...didn't you get my note?" I said, "What note? Do you actually think we're going to find a little paper with scribble-scrabble on it at our house? That's soooo impersonal Zee. I sware. We live in the twenty-hundreds now...you got to email or txt us if you're going to be impersonal about sending a message!" So, he called me a jerk. I guess I deserved it. I was a little crass. My Mom was driving while I was on the phone with Zee, and the whole time during the convo she was swatting at me like a fly in an attempt to give me a good smacking. I started to take her seriously when she started to swerve in and out of the lane while scolding me, "REBECCA ANN!!!"

She landed one out of the thirty swats she attempted though. In all honesty, she wasn't trying that hard. And it wasn't because she was a bad aim either (God knows she has better aim than a sniper), but because deep-down inside I think she appreciated me defending her and saying what her gentle spirit could never say. Someone has got to do it, right? I willingly volunteer to be that person.

posted by Becca @ 6:23 PM Comments: 0