tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40983543741706596002024-03-05T01:32:52.967-08:00Crazy Things My Friends SayLife can get pretty crazy. Lucky for me, I know people who've got it beat.Rebecca Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10969013068377053868noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098354374170659600.post-85735363153159562572012-05-23T14:46:00.001-07:002012-05-24T13:58:46.123-07:00The Biebs...So, I know its been forever since I've posted, but I recently saw something online that was simply too good not to share. So... I'm back... Hi.<br />
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For real, guys. How can you hate that? Just don't. Life's too short to hate, you know? And it makes me happy, which is definitely good for something. </div>
<br />Rebecca Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10969013068377053868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098354374170659600.post-76686478521725028472012-02-29T14:53:00.004-08:002012-02-29T15:13:08.605-08:00Brilliant Plan, Watson<style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"MS 明朝"; panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; mso-font-charset:128; mso-generic-font-family:roman; mso-font-format:other; mso-font-pitch:fixed; mso-font-signature:1 134676480 16 0 131072 0;} @font-face {font-family:"MS 明朝"; panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; mso-font-charset:128; mso-generic-font-family:roman; mso-font-format:other; mso-font-pitch:fixed; mso-font-signature:1 134676480 16 0 131072 0;} @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-unhide:no; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoChpDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; mso-default-props:yes; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page WordSection1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1 {page:WordSection1;} --> </style> <p class="MsoNormal">Guess what, folks? I'm signing up for a 5k! Yay! So, for all you hard-core runners out there, I know a 5k isn’t anything ridiculously impressive. But you know what? For a girl who hasn’t run a race since sophomore year of high school, a 5k is a big deal. And I’ve been super unmotivated to exercise at all lately, so I figured signing up for a race would pretty much force me to run, come hell or high water (although hopefully neither of those things happen). </p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">I guess I'm going to be running out and around the town a bit more now- just like these guys!<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nGojEyYBmwc?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" width="480"></iframe>Rebecca Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10969013068377053868noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098354374170659600.post-12972242097130380512012-02-04T08:09:00.001-08:002012-02-08T14:47:11.381-08:00The Big 4<div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>When it comes to music, I’m not super picky. I tend to appreciate most music, as long as it isn’t something super trashy, and even then, Kesha and LMFAO have their place now and then. But then there are those artists that I LOVE. It’s a good day when I hear them, and an even better day when I discover something by them I haven’t yet heard. My heart has a little niche that these artists claim as their own, and they’ll probably be there until the day I die. ‘Cuz I love ‘em, I really do.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Eagles</span></div><div><br />I have my dad to thank for my love of these guys. As a kid, my family took a lot of road trips, and The Eagles were the typical music of choice for my father. So I grew up listening to their soulful harmony, and thoughtful lyrics.</div><div><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5zuhxfrXocw?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="459"></iframe><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Regina Spektor</span></div><div><br />Why am I such a Regi fan? This girl’s got mad skills. She has a versatile range of lyrical ability, ranging from light and playful to deep and introspective. Her music, to me, captures a lot of humanity. This is one of my favorites by her:<br /></div><div><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uCvgXmg0m1g?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="459"></iframe><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Janelle Monae</span></div><div><br />This girl is the artist I wish I could be, but I’m just not cool enough. She’s got class, she’s got personality, and an awesomely unique music style that’s all her own. She dances like a master, and writes her own cinema-worthy music. She’s the whole, genuine package.<br /><br />This is the first song of hers that got me hooked:<br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/b_WhE7mBwK8?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="459"></iframe><br /><br />And just in case you don't get how cool she really is:<br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LHgbzNHVg0c?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="459"></iframe><br /><br /></div><div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Rob Thomas/Matchbox Twenty</span></div><div><br />If I were to marry a musical artist, it would be Rob Thomas (woah, not really people. It’s an expression). His music has the power to make my knees weak, and sing to my soul in such a way that leaves me in tears. It’s ridiculous. I guess he’s kind of my celeb crush, mostly just cuz I relate to his music really well. Here's a spin on one of my fave songs of all time:<br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BUVWzvFYk0k?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="459"></iframe><br /><br />Pretty awesome, eh folks? What are some of your favorite artists? I'm always on the lookout for something new and exciting.<br /></div>Rebecca Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10969013068377053868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098354374170659600.post-52403290797987287322012-01-24T15:02:00.000-08:002012-01-24T18:12:26.614-08:00And Wednesday's Child is... Oh Crap.<style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"MS 明朝"; panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; mso-font-charset:128; mso-generic-font-family:roman; mso-font-format:other; mso-font-pitch:fixed; mso-font-signature:1 134676480 16 0 131072 0;} @font-face {font-family:"MS 明朝"; panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; mso-font-charset:128; mso-generic-font-family:roman; mso-font-format:other; mso-font-pitch:fixed; mso-font-signature:1 134676480 16 0 131072 0;} @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-unhide:no; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoChpDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; mso-default-props:yes; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page WordSection1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1 {page:WordSection1;} </style>Like most girls, I sometimes entertain myself by imagining what names I like for my future children. The list changes periodically; new names added and others taken away for diverse reasons. My favorite name of late? Wednesday. As in, “this is my daughter, Wednesday (Smith/Jones/etc),” or “Wednesday, come on down for breakfast! You’re gonna be late for school!” Yep. It’s a beautiful name. Sadly, I’m afraid it can never be. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>As my dad so thoughtfully pointed out the other day, my sweet, adorable daughter would be sharing a name with this distinctive public figure: <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" a="" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlQYWWEJXsoT3SzI5Ru2R_SOb4WGqI2yGh66bQWFuq0AbBOxoTh2wAcSbtj4mPPZAwEhPDAhuHixyKbD_aGYchz1UEgvxT0FpuqeJo95Xn1gB3GCzXxfGb0R-W7ddTcToCS4ehS5qC4tQ/s1600/63-wednesday-addams-15196092-613-454.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlQYWWEJXsoT3SzI5Ru2R_SOb4WGqI2yGh66bQWFuq0AbBOxoTh2wAcSbtj4mPPZAwEhPDAhuHixyKbD_aGYchz1UEgvxT0FpuqeJo95Xn1gB3GCzXxfGb0R-W7ddTcToCS4ehS5qC4tQ/s320/63-wednesday-addams-15196092-613-454.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701338516141855954" border="0" />And while Wednesday Addams is a lovely little lady, I don’t know if she’s the person I want my daughter named after.<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Oh well. Maybe I’ll name her that anyway. Unless they make a remake, the Addams family should fade into some kind of obscurity, right?</span></p>Rebecca Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10969013068377053868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098354374170659600.post-63863953050231715652012-01-18T21:14:00.000-08:002012-01-18T21:46:48.395-08:00TodayThis is how I feel today:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>(start at 0:28)</span></div><iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MJmh0Tu5EUM?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /><br /><iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NK-JqYtWD5g?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /><br />'nuff said.Rebecca Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10969013068377053868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098354374170659600.post-76586726362850659792012-01-07T19:04:00.000-08:002012-01-18T21:48:44.984-08:00SNOW!!!IT SNOWED!!! And it's about time, too. This has been kind of a weird winter. Salt Lake City didn't get any snow for the Holidays; yesterday I went jogging in a short-sleeved t-shirt. How ironic is it that the year I decide to embrace the snow, the snow doesn't come until its practically spring time? Just when I was about to give up on winter altogether, this morning I woke up to see a crisp blanket of snow on the ground. FINALLY! Visions of sledding adventures, snow-shoeing hikes and snowball fights danced in my head as I sat at work today.<div><br /><a href="http://www.chase3000.com/userpages/calvinhobbes/last.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 520px; height: 360px;" src="http://www.chase3000.com/userpages/calvinhobbes/last.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /></div><div> Imagine my delight, then, when my friends texted me this afternoon asking the all-important question:<div><br /></div><div>FRIEND:</div><div>Wanna go Sledding?</div><div><br /></div><div>ME: </div><div>HECK YEAAAAH!</div><div><br /><a href="http://darrenjcosta.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/excited_child-332101512_std.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 600px;" src="http://darrenjcosta.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/excited_child-332101512_std.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span>Yep, I definitely made this face.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>So we went! The snow was a little melted by the time we got there in the afternoon, but we found a little corner of the park where the snow was still fresh and frolicked the day away. We had distance competitions and snowball fights. Our friend Dave even made little snowmen for us to aim for and crash through. </div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEq_76jdNevNrz7JS1tKwMhj671w3HL4MjrdHI0hOqjbRburFqSoVtlXZt96hpMuY3qqS14jBa7tYjTf3ePJ9HGf_irG8KVvg5ADliGGeNsOW9bRYtatLENqA8M8tiufxUJeeD22Pyfnk/s1600/townflk.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 128px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEq_76jdNevNrz7JS1tKwMhj671w3HL4MjrdHI0hOqjbRburFqSoVtlXZt96hpMuY3qqS14jBa7tYjTf3ePJ9HGf_irG8KVvg5ADliGGeNsOW9bRYtatLENqA8M8tiufxUJeeD22Pyfnk/s400/townflk.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695104333686898898" /></a><br /></div><div>It was such a good time. And to top it all off, I ended the day with a chocolate shake with brownie chunks (you may think it weird that I get ice cream after playing in the snow, but trust me- chocolate shakes with brownie are delish no matter how cold you are). </div><div><br /></div><div>And this is just an awesome video I found about snow. I relate to the cat on so many levels in this clip. My favorite part is at 1:05. </div><div><br /><iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Tuf61OjvoPQ?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div>Rebecca Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10969013068377053868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098354374170659600.post-2448804751811875122011-12-30T13:26:00.000-08:002012-01-18T21:46:33.316-08:00Who Needs The Force When They've Got BandAids?So yesterday, I helped my aunt prep for a shower for my soon-to-be sister-in-law, Carolyn. We had a blast. But it was a TON of work- cooking and cleaning from 10am until the party, at 6:30. And even though there were a lot of laughs in that period, there were also a couple moments of intense frustration. Like when I jammed my finger in the turntable, and it started to bleed. Really? Why? So I winced and huffed my pain and frustration, and asked my aunt where the bandaids were. She directed me to the bathroom drawer, where I found these:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjH4h5PirX4hWJ2G19PNHPaeZdSz0FAKBk3tpILe3IkG_qSMuHEw8ytBzQyzGANqOfYSntq_wPDEvC8eMTwpo5on0h0C8SfnsEJL2Ni0Ru8jfVaKoGBru8nJJz3rvkSUZRnMRc1XZCl5g/s1600/300.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjH4h5PirX4hWJ2G19PNHPaeZdSz0FAKBk3tpILe3IkG_qSMuHEw8ytBzQyzGANqOfYSntq_wPDEvC8eMTwpo5on0h0C8SfnsEJL2Ni0Ru8jfVaKoGBru8nJJz3rvkSUZRnMRc1XZCl5g/s320/300.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692037613341609730" /></a><div>Awesome right? Next thing you know, I'm wearing this guy on my poor, cut finger:</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgefGkarwTEP4gqv13K0MkRiSz8CYEX7zyE4eTj6XM9HvvNEit5FEaGnis39GHtxH35s3ii7IV4Z9tL2_1MdPM_gTQBxeQdFI-Ek4lMgE0ltp18jt3NqEy59mS9nDtfgnI5YcX8BKPAEFA/s1600/obiwanclonewarssm.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgefGkarwTEP4gqv13K0MkRiSz8CYEX7zyE4eTj6XM9HvvNEit5FEaGnis39GHtxH35s3ii7IV4Z9tL2_1MdPM_gTQBxeQdFI-Ek4lMgE0ltp18jt3NqEy59mS9nDtfgnI5YcX8BKPAEFA/s320/obiwanclonewarssm.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692039121458256290" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span>Can't you just hear the hum of the lightsaber?</span> </div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Any frustration that had been there was gone. Every time I looked down at my hands, Obi-Wan was there, defending my finger against The Dark Side. How could I be grumpy with space hero winking up at me all the time? I think I'm gonna go buy my own box...</div>Rebecca Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10969013068377053868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098354374170659600.post-81251437514845103062011-12-05T20:31:00.001-08:002012-01-18T21:40:09.597-08:00FinalsHey, friends! <div>So, it's study time here at the University. Finals! Yay! So, because I should be studying instead of blogging, I'm going to keep this short and sweet. But here's a good video about studying.</div><br /><iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2ArIj236UHs?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br />Ok, so I know its a BYU ad, but the commercial it's funny. Not everything from down south is so bad, right?<br /><div><br /></div><div>To those of you who are prepping for finals, good luck. For those of you who aren't, enjoy the freedom you have... </div>Rebecca Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10969013068377053868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098354374170659600.post-51195813478730776102011-12-02T13:28:00.000-08:002011-12-02T13:46:28.970-08:00You Want to Play This Game...<a href="http://tnation.t-nation.com/forum_images/4/b/4ba09-ugly_baby1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 336px;" src="http://tnation.t-nation.com/forum_images/4/b/4ba09-ugly_baby1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal">Hey guys! So, I’m taking a Writing in New Media course this semester, and for our latest assignment we got to design our own video game. Pretty awesome, right? Anyway, so it doesn’t have any awesome graphics or anything, but if you want something to eat up five minutes of your time, it’s kind of fun to tinker with. Here’s the link to the webpage of my game:</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <a href="http://fs.finearts.utah.edu/~rjensen/Project2/index.html">http://fs.finearts.utah.edu/~rjensen/Project2/index.html</a></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Go on, play it. You know you want to. </p>Rebecca Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10969013068377053868noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098354374170659600.post-18069964108213164932011-11-28T14:47:00.001-08:002012-01-18T21:36:41.961-08:00Thanksgiving<div style="text-align: center;">“There’s more to Thanksgiving than Potatoes.” –Rachael Jensen</div> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Okay, so I know I’m late, and Thanksgiving happened 5 days ago, but I’m jumping on the bandwagon and making a gratitude list in honor of good ‘ol Turkey Day. Don’t roll your eyes at me- I know its overdone, but really, when’s the last time you made a list of things you’re grateful for? You should make one. You’ll feel better after, trust me. Anyway, here’s mine:</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b>-Cousins!!!</b></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Making Thanksgiving weekend awesome since… pretty much forever. The little ones play games with you, the older ones give you dating advice (is it wanted? Umm… cough cough), and all of them love ya despite that time you crashed their dirt bike.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEUMkQTZZgjZtSn_M6NHakVY-VBQGDmKUx49nmLBtrBwWrWz8Lc5tkTk6Tv2yyPiLwM2P_P1zhWVGm1afvqSJSopm64V9KAYFj0wAHmCQec0DDi-StLpgqxLvNKrehCZHwoimJnxwjlFs/s1600/Spring+1+%252710+013.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEUMkQTZZgjZtSn_M6NHakVY-VBQGDmKUx49nmLBtrBwWrWz8Lc5tkTk6Tv2yyPiLwM2P_P1zhWVGm1afvqSJSopm64V9KAYFj0wAHmCQec0DDi-StLpgqxLvNKrehCZHwoimJnxwjlFs/s320/Spring+1+%252710+013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680483138285454114" /></a>Here are a few of my awesome cousins. Aren't they just adorable? And growin' up so fast. :)</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b>-Awesome Music</b></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Because music expresses humanity in ways that my meager vocabulary fails to do. And it takes road trips from unbearable to uber-relaxing. Here’s one of the songs I've been jamming to recently:</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OUe3oVlxLSA?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Sara Bareilles. Love her. And that end scene, where she's jammin' in her boots in her own little world? That would totally be me.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b>-Road Trips! </b></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The destination is important of course, but getting there is half the fun. Especially if you stop once in a while to explore cool stuff, like old trails and ghost towns and the occasional ice cream shop.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b>-Stars</b></p> <p class="MsoNormal">If you’re going to wish on something, it might as well be something as epic as a massive, glowing ball of plasma burning billions of trillions of miles away. And they're beautiful.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><a href="http://images.fineartamerica.com/images-medium/milky-way-above-northern-forest-22-lyle-crump.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 426px;" src="http://images.fineartamerica.com/images-medium/milky-way-above-northern-forest-22-lyle-crump.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b>-Faith</b></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sometimes it’s the only thing that keeps you going. I’d be lost without it.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b>-High School Buddies</b></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Especially the ones that you can still talk to forever about anything, even though you haven’t seen them in years. Good things like that should never change.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b>-Hot Cocoa</b></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Chocolate’s good. In steaming, liquid form? Downright blissful.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b>-Hugs</b></p><p class="MsoNormal">I mean the real, genuine, heartfelt ones, given spur-of-the-moment. The sincerity of them surprises you at first, and then you just feel all warm and fuzzy. They're the best.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><a href="http://images.indyposted.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/hugs-calvin-and-hobbes.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 387px; height: 380px;" src="http://images.indyposted.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/hugs-calvin-and-hobbes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b>-Finding Awesome Parking Spots</b></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Because its the little things that make life fabulous.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b>-Things that Make Me Laugh</b></p><p class="MsoNormal">Life is so much more enjoyable when you can laugh at yourself. Of course, funny youtube videos work too. Like this one:</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RP4abiHdQpc?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Well, that's a starter list, any way. So Happy (late) Thanksgiving! Here's to leftover turkey and pumpkin pie! What about you guys? What are you grateful for?</p>Rebecca Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10969013068377053868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098354374170659600.post-87770300826601002122011-11-14T14:49:00.001-08:002012-01-18T21:37:37.651-08:00Making Hugs Un-Awkward<style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"MS 明朝"; panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; mso-font-charset:128; mso-generic-font-family:roman; mso-font-format:other; mso-font-pitch:fixed; mso-font-signature:1 134676480 16 0 131072 0;} @font-face {font-family:"MS 明朝"; panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; mso-font-charset:128; mso-generic-font-family:roman; mso-font-format:other; mso-font-pitch:fixed; mso-font-signature:1 134676480 16 0 131072 0;} @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-unhide:no; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoChpDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; mso-default-props:yes; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page WordSection1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1 {page:WordSection1;} --> </style> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">Recently, my friends and I were discussing hugs, and, more specifically, how awkward they can be. If you never experienced an awkward hug, it’s either because you’ve been blessed with amazingly good luck or because you never went to middle school. Everything about middle school is a recipe for awkward hugs- with all those young teenage boys and girls trying to flirt with each other but not sure how, awkwardness is bound to ensue. The best one I ever experienced? A good friend came in for a hug and missed. He was hugging MY ARM. Yep. And he didn’t correct it or even LOOK embarrassed. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Just hugged my arm and went along his merry way. But I guess I should be easier on the kid. I mean, it was only eighth grade for crying out loud, and heaven knows teens have enough to worry about without stressing over hugs. But still, my arm? That’s just… well… awkward. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">Yes, middle school, at least for me, was full of awkward hugs. Sadly, they don’t stop after middle school. There will always be the times you feel socially pressured to hug someone you don’t know that well (family reunions, anyone?), or even just don’t like. And of course, there will always be hug bloopers, where the huggers hit each other in the face or snag jewelry on the others clothing. Or as a couple of my guy friends joked, hugging other guys can be weird sometimes. I won't expound on that because being a girl, I don’t have the experience to relate. However, one of my good buddies showed me an awesome clip that helped him to clear up his hug confusion: </p><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JUdWApwbudQ?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="459"></iframe><br /><br />Well there you have it! How to give the perfect man hug. Actually, some of those tips could totally apply to all hugs in general, not just guy hugs. Sweet! I wish someone would've shown this to my buddy in the eighth grade. Maybe it would have saved him the fate of being the inspiration for this cautionary hug tale. I quote the adage, "It's only awkward if you make it awkward." Well, he made it awkward. I still laugh about it.Rebecca Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10969013068377053868noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098354374170659600.post-287117059352170962011-11-07T21:11:00.001-08:002012-01-18T21:49:21.702-08:00Car Dance Party!<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in">I’m driving in the car when the song comes on. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"> “Shot through the heart, and you’re to blame…” Bon Jovi’s voice ricochets from my car speakers. “Darlin’ you give love a bad name.”</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"> What follows is a car jam session as all jam sessions should be- windows rolled down, volume cranked up, and the wind making chaos of my hair. It's the kind of jam sesh that causes the older lady in the car next to me to roll her eyes, and makes high school kids I pass by to start making fun of my dance moves. But I don't care. Right now, the song is all that matters. Everything else- the stresses of homework, the thoughts of dinner, the worries of work, can all wait- because music is just that awesome.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KrZHPOeOxQQ?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">Don't let the sparkly pants and frizzy hair throw you off- the song is fantastic. </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">Apparently I'm not the only one who dances in my car. </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"> <iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/etEQz7NYSLg?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">Are you jealous of car dancing yet? Perhaps you'd like to learn how. Lucky for us, Boris and Juri can show us the moves:</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vyad8FK9yW8?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">See? They even car jam in Moscow! I'm not <i>that</i> weird, right? <i>Right?</i> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">Okay, so maybe car jamming may not be your thing. But everybody's got a song that makes them wanna dance, or at least tap their feet a little bit. What's yours? I'd love to hear from you!</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">This epic jam is made possible by good friend Wendy True, who introduced me to Bon Jovi in high school and, in so doing, opened up the fantastic world of 80’s rock jam sessions. This one’s for you, Wendy, who for all your sweetness can rock out with the best of them.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">PS- So for my writing class I got to write/design/publish a website. How cool is that? Click <a href="http://fs.finearts.utah.edu/~rjensen/JensenR_Project1/index.html">HERE</a> to check it out. </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><br /></p>Rebecca Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10969013068377053868noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098354374170659600.post-34374572702924492732011-10-31T08:43:00.000-07:002012-01-18T21:49:59.557-08:00Happy Halloween! - Awesome Movie ClipsWe now interrupt the regularly scheduled friend-quotes to bring you some of my favorite clips and quotes of Halloween. :)<br /><br />We'll start things off with Michael Jackson's Thriller. The first time I saw this one I was when my good friend Wendy brought this movie over to my house for all our buddies to watch. It was epic then, and gets better every time I watch it. I love the awesome 80's special effects. And nobody beats MJ. Nobody.<br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sOnqjkJTMaA?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="459"></iframe><br /><br /><br />Next, who celebrates Halloween better than the residents of Halloweentown? This video features a light show to the song "This is Halloween" from The Nightmare Before Christmas. Honestly, the movie itself isn't my favorite- the whole twisted turn on Christmas freaks me out just a bit too much. But the music is genius. And this light show is fantastic.<br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WAXMtUCcp7o?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" width="480"></iframe><br /><br /><br />And last but not least, what good is Halloween without Charlie Brown and his awesome gang? <span style="font-style: italic;">It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown</span> is, in my opinion, an American classic. Almost every little kid in the US watches this at least once in their young lives, rooting along with Linus as he waits for the Great Pumpkin. My favorite part of this clip? Linus' smooth deposit of his letter into the mailbox. Way to show Lucy what's what, Linus.<br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DqYLO7JiGpk?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="459"></iframe><br /><br />So yep, those a few of my faves. What about you guys out there reading this? Have any Halloween favorites or memories you'd like to share? I would love to hear from you! And have a Happy Halloween!Rebecca Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10969013068377053868noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098354374170659600.post-8298458425803396802011-10-18T12:36:00.000-07:002012-01-18T21:47:13.592-08:00How Harry Potter Should Have Ended<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YsYWT5Q_R_w?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" width="480"></iframe><br />So my friends and family say some pretty funny things. As much as we hate to admit it, though, half the time we laugh more not at the witty things we come up with on our own, but at the witty things we quote. This clip is what my buddies and I have been quoting and laughing about for a while now (warning, it's really only funny if you've seen the last Harry Potter movie).Rebecca Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10969013068377053868noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098354374170659600.post-39357829790385546112011-10-03T18:55:00.000-07:002012-01-18T21:43:01.188-08:00Lest We Forget...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTKtP5vQYyb8Coqi-oIoB3vcxoRYP4piPMjyCEmXPOs4vmAFwCwjcaLq_GSJvon2vv99fba9kWzBitto2lCxh3F13e37omE0boF1S3OsnlrdmudbfPwngs6bOITy-cLfCwrz2IR-9Vw-U/s1600/parker" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTKtP5vQYyb8Coqi-oIoB3vcxoRYP4piPMjyCEmXPOs4vmAFwCwjcaLq_GSJvon2vv99fba9kWzBitto2lCxh3F13e37omE0boF1S3OsnlrdmudbfPwngs6bOITy-cLfCwrz2IR-9Vw-U/s200/parker" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659451440772567890" border="0" /></a><br />Some sayings are life-changing. Winston Churchill rocked the world with “Never give up.” Mahatma Ghandi is still making waves with “You must be the change you wish to see in the world.” And Parker Summers inspired everyone who heard him utter the sacred words, “This feeling some call panic? I call it productivity.” Because of Parker’s wisdom, countless college students mired in the depths of procrastination take courage and press on, completing the essay, the project, the presentation an hour before due, sometimes after staying up through the night to complete it. Parker Summers, I salute you. Good luck on the mish.Rebecca Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10969013068377053868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098354374170659600.post-41965021476780687052011-09-26T14:21:00.000-07:002012-01-18T21:42:23.153-08:00Headless Wha...?<p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">I have some crazy friends. I also have some crazy family members, who, lucky for me, I also consider my buddies. One such person is my little sister Miriam, aka Mim. Mim is loving, goofy, has a flair for the dramatic (what 12-year-old doesn’t?), and is always good at making the rest of us laugh. When I went home last weekend to visit the fam, Mim was super excited to show me her new bedspread in her room. I went with her to check it out. I admired the pretty colors, then we settled down to hang out for a bit.</p> <p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">“Becca, do you know who makes me happy whenever I’m sad?” Miriam asked me from her spot on the floor. </p> <p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">“Who is that, Mim?”</p> <p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">“Veronica!”</p> <p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">With that she swung a detached Barbie head at me, her dark hair streaming behind her.<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">“She’s a shrunken head!” Miriam burst into laughter.</p> <p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">I picked up the Barbie head, and looked at Miriam, my surprise halting my laughter for the moment.</p> <p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">“Miriam…” I began to laugh, the hilarity of the situation breaking through my shock. The more I thought about it, the funnier it was. Heck, I’m laughing writing this.</p> <p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">“Where did you… Why…” I gasped for air. “Why is she just a head?”<br /></p> <p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">“Her body’s over here, I can put the head back on when I want to,” Mim replied, still laughing. </p> <p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">Miriam and I laughed over this for the next fifteen minutes. I’m still laughing now. How does my little sister even know what a shrunken head is? And the fact that she has a headless Barbie is a bit disconcerting... Maybe I should be concerned. However she came about the headless Barbie, it was hilarious. I'm intrigued about THAT story. That, however, will have to wait until our next adventure. Here's to you, Mim.<br /></p> <p class="ecxMsoNormal"> </p>Rebecca Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10969013068377053868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098354374170659600.post-65656141101683667982011-09-19T08:43:00.000-07:002012-01-18T21:42:05.624-08:00Peace Out, Cub Scout!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUmoMsajpGU5V_w5P_7cnIqiryrWzqWtY0tH5mLggFqNtmgnbRgWoG1tgJV0h3sntsIfkktdc1WVaXM3K3JDsZQtuLgC4xaVIjdi0-weKekmG4trZvxykjOkiqnSEztcL9guxrqqOTtEA/s1600/Fall+Break+%252710+124.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUmoMsajpGU5V_w5P_7cnIqiryrWzqWtY0tH5mLggFqNtmgnbRgWoG1tgJV0h3sntsIfkktdc1WVaXM3K3JDsZQtuLgC4xaVIjdi0-weKekmG4trZvxykjOkiqnSEztcL9guxrqqOTtEA/s200/Fall+Break+%252710+124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654098629838979906" border="0" /></a><br /> <style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Wingdings; panose-1:5 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; mso-font-charset:2; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:0 268435456 0 0 -2147483648 0;} @font-face {font-family:"MS 明朝"; panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; mso-font-charset:128; mso-generic-font-family:roman; mso-font-format:other; mso-font-pitch:fixed; mso-font-signature:1 134676480 16 0 131072 0;} @font-face {font-family:"MS 明朝"; panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; mso-font-charset:128; mso-generic-font-family:roman; mso-font-format:other; mso-font-pitch:fixed; mso-font-signature:1 134676480 16 0 131072 0;} @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-unhide:no; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoChpDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; mso-default-props:yes; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page WordSection1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1 {page:WordSection1;} --> </style> <p class="MsoNormal">It’s about time I had a post dedicated to my good friend Avery. Of all my friends, she ranks among the top for saying the loopiest things, and hardly any of it is ever on purpose. My favorite (and most memorable) quote from her:</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">“At my house we had this spoon, and we called it bent spoon, because it was bent.” </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Thank you, Captain Obvious. <span style="font-family:Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family: Cambria;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p>Rebecca Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10969013068377053868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098354374170659600.post-11226734705549777112011-09-09T18:48:00.001-07:002012-01-18T21:52:31.552-08:00My Real-Life "Sparkly Moment"So today, I had what I like to call a “sparkly moment.” What is that, you ask? A sparkly moment is one of those that don’t happen very often, but when it does, it’s good enough for a movie. You know, like one of those scenes where the feel-good music is playing, the guy gets the girl, and everyone is laughing, sometimes in slow motion. You can find the majority of them in romantic comedies, super hero love scenes, and in pretty much any scene with Amy Adams (Enchanted, anyone?).<br /><br />Movies are practically spilling over with these sparkly moments. As often as we see them in cinema, you would think we would see them often in our everyday lives. How disappointing, then, to leave the theatre and return to the commonplace world of school, work, homework (more school), and all-around stress. Heck, in real life, I’m lucky to make it out of the house with a bowl of Fruit Loops, let alone make it through the day with some amazingly happy slow-motion moment.<br /><br />Which is why today was so amazing. Let me start from the beginning:<br /><br />Some people hate their jobs. While my job can get a little slow at times, I am one of the lucky ones. I love my job, primarily because of the awesome people I get to interact with on a daily basis. You see, I work as a receptionist at a senior living community. Can anyone say awesome elderly people? HECK YES!!! I love them, I really do.<br /><br />Well, one of the residents there, I’ll call him Charles, is especially awesome. He is always coming up to me and asking me the usual receptionist questions (“What time is dinner?” “Did I miss the scenic bus ride?” “Will you go out with me?” just kidding…). I get a lot of repeat questions, because he is in the early stages of Alzheimer’s- loathe that disease- but I love him anyway. Today he was hanging around my desk as usual, when a man came past the desk, dressed in black slacks and a blue collared shirt; Charles mistook him for the bus driver.<br /><br />“Excuse me, sir,” asked Charles, “Is the bus leaving now? Can I go on it?”<br /><br />The man in blue looked pleasantly confused. In Charles’ defense, the outfit totally could’ve passed as a uniform.<br /><br />“Charles,” I said over my desk, “He’s just here to visit; the bus doesn’t leave for another two hours. But your name is on the list, so you won’t miss it.”<br /><br />He didn’t appear to hear what I said, and was now gripping Blue’s arm in a friendly, “please escort me out to the bus” way. I walked over to talk to him.<br /><br />“Charles, the bus doesn’t leave for another two hours,” I repeated. “This man is just visiting.”<br /><br />“He’s not the bus driver?”<br /><br />“No.”<br /><br />“He sure is a nice guy, though. I like him.”<br /><br />“Yes, I do too.”<br /><br />(To Blue)”Hey, you’re sure nice. You should be in a movie or something. Can you sing?” Blue chuckled a bit.<br /><br />“Say…something like ‘Old Man River?’” From there, Charles began to sing the lines to “Old Man River.” Best song ever (look it up <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pSzYRo9j7YM">here</a>, watch until 3:36). But it gets better.<br /><br />Cue totally spontaneous sparkly moment: As he sang, Charles took my hands and began to dance a small waltz with me, there in the lobby. Blue stood and watched, smiling, while I hummed along. Charles’ voice was actually quite good. There I was, waltzing with an absolutely charming man, who was singing one of my favorite songs of all time to me, without care of who was watching. It was fabulous. It ended all too soon. Charles finished his song, the man in blue left, and I returned to my seat behind the desk. But the grin I wore didn’t leave. Charles did something totally crazy- he made movie magic a reality, a ray of sunshine in my otherwise commonplace day. Now that’s a friend.Rebecca Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10969013068377053868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098354374170659600.post-24624513548803963762011-08-31T14:52:00.000-07:002012-01-18T21:51:49.829-08:00The Intro<style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"MS 明朝"; panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; mso-font-charset:128; mso-generic-font-family:roman; mso-font-format:other; mso-font-pitch:fixed; mso-font-signature:1 134676480 16 0 131072 0;} @font-face {font-family:"Cambria Math"; panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; mso-font-charset:1; mso-generic-font-family:roman; mso-font-format:other; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:0 0 0 0 0 0;} @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-unhide:no; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoChpDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; mso-default-props:yes; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page WordSection1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1 {page:WordSection1;} --> </style> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">Welcome, dear reader, to my blog. Let me give you a quick orientation to this awesome and marvelous place: </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">This is my blog.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>(Oooooo…)</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">This is my first entry. (Aaaaaaah…) </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">Yes, it is pretty cool, isn’t it? To the right, you can read all about me in my profile.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Yes? You in the back? No, I don’t really wear glasses like that. Thanks, I like them too.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">And if you’ll direct your gaze to the top, you will see the title, something about my crazy friends… yep. They’re pretty cool. You’re sure to hear a lot about them, or rather, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">from</i> them even, as I’ll be quoting their noteworthy words in the weeks to come. Words like, “Ba-nah-na,” or “Lookin’ for a nerd on a bike,” or my all-time favorite, “Life is so much easier when you’re not stupid” (compliments of grandpa).<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>But I’m getting ahead of myself. Mustn’t give away the stories, must I? For now, you’ll just have to wait and see what I put up here. Who knows, you may even find yourself in one of my posts… bwahaha. </p>Rebecca Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10969013068377053868noreply@blogger.com3