8 Signs You're Getting Old and (Forcefully, against your will) Growing Up:

1) You're now a college graduate.

~Like...what?! Nobody ever really thinks past college.  What are you supposed to do now?

~Isn't this where marriage, kids, all that good junk comes in? No?.... Okay.  Good to know.

2) You live on your own in the middle of Dallas.

~Oh I have to lock my door every time I come in and out?
~Wait...what... You're telling me I have to pay more if I leave my air conditioning on? I live in Texas, the hottest place on earth! Guess I'll just sweat in my sleep. No big deal. 

3) You have a big girl job.

~Big girl job: where one must be on time every day, cannot wear anything but professional clothing, must work 8-5 and must actually drive (in traffic) to work each morning.  

** BUT YOU'RE MAKING THOSE BIG BUCKS!** (to help you out with #2)

4) You have your own (and pay for your own) health/life insurance.

~"Who would you like to be your first beneficiary? You know, the person that gets everything if you die."... Listen here you morbid freaks,  I'm not going anytime soon so get off my back. Rude. 

~P.S. Your health insurance just comes right out of your paycheck. Blessings. (cough not cough)

5) Two words: Retirement Fund.

~Let's please take a moment to look how the economy is doing..........Yeah. Retirement is not happening for another 198 years for me so why must you insist taking this out of my paycheck too?

6) Taxes.

~Enough said.

7) Your friends are having babies...on purpose!

~No. No. No. NO.  Stop that! Inappropriate.

8) You don't have a room at home anymore.

~Oh you want to go home to visit your parents? Great. Hope you like sleeping on the couch.

Growing up is no joke, y'all.  If you still have time, SOAK UP NOT HAVING RESPONSIBILITY.  If you're out in the real world like me, here's a high five.  Time to put our big girl britches on and show the world what we're about. (Having fun, that's what we're about.) 

Mrs. Beckett ____________?

Although I am single {and content with it thank you very much} this post is going out to my future husband.  So, mystery man, this one's for you!

 {Like how I automatically assume he's going to read this? Yeah. He will.}

1. Leader of the Pack.

I love Jesus. If I'm going to spend the rest of my life with you, you better love Jesus too.  I fully expect you to be the leader in the house.  {I say "expect" because that's what it says in the Bible.} I don't ever want our children to question where we stand in our faith and I want our house to be filled with the joy of the Lord. 

2. Man Cave.

So here's the deal.  I hate school. How is that relevant? Well....since I am forced to sit in class all day, I've been working on the blueprints of your man cave for about 3 years now. It's gonna be sick.  Hint: Huge flat screen TV, leather couches, pool table, fridge for beer, etc... I want all your friends to be jealous and you to have bragging rights forever. Sound good? Thought so.

3. I love sports.

You're a guy therefore you love sports.  Well guess what, so do I! I know right?! Go figure! I know you probably wanna watch the games with the guys {which is cool} but every once in a while I'd like to watch some football with you.  Plus I'm gonna go ahead and assume that I'm cuter than the boys so it's a win for you! 

4. Ready.....Fight.

I am stubborn. I am insensitive like 80% of the time. I don't like being told what to do and take crap from NOONE. {Man, I'm lovely aren't I?}  

Anyways.... I'm going to need you to be a man and protect me. All these wonderful qualities get me in some sticky situations more often than not.

Oh, did I mention that I kind of can't control my mouth when people are rude? No? Oh..well I can't.  Please,please, please be prepared for that.  If you wanna start hitting the gym and work on those muscles, it probably wouldn't be a bad idea.  I've come realllll close to starting a lot of fights. Oooops :)

5. Baked Goods.

If you have diabetes, we're going to have a problem.  I like to bake.....a lot. Guess who gets to be my #1 taste tester? YOU! Yayyyyy! Hope you're ready to eat ungodly amounts of baked goods.  Like, this is not a drill.

6. Bro Time.

I love bro-love.  I want you to hang out with your friends, a lot.  Every guy needs to be able to chill with his bros and just be a "dude".  I don't ever want hangin' out with your friends to be considered freedom.  I want it to be a regular thing. Plus, I have friends too.  You get bro time and I get girl time... See how that works?! 

7. I Don't Do Weird.

Just so everything is understood from Day 1, I don't do weird food.  I'll support you in everything you do but if you want to start getting all adventurous with food, I'm out.  {Not divorce, just out of the restaurant.}  You can eat all the weird food you like but if the place doesn't have chicken strips or something I feel safe eating, there's gonna be a problem! I promise I'm not high maintenance. 

{If you're getting stressed over this one, go back to #2, take a deep breath and relax.}

8. Spiders.

These 8 legged freaks can send me on the chair screaming like a two year old in .03 seconds. I can't do it.  Physically, mentally, emotionally.... no. You're going to have to kill all of them. Please :)

9. Drop It Like It's Hot.

Please, for the love of God, know how to two-step.  I'm Texan born and raised and in order for this whole thing to work out, we're going to have to go dancin' every once in a while.  Also, if you happen to be a club lover and can drop it low, I'm not mad about it.

10. God Bless Texas. 

I love Texas more than I love sleep. {and I love sleep more than most people love their children.}  If by some random act of God you're not Texan, please just learn to love it like I do.  Ideally, I would like us to be known as the "Texas" couple for how much we love this state.  No liberal actions will ever be taken in our house.  Ever. Sorry if that's bossy but it ain't happenin'. GOD BLESSED TEXAS....not the north.

Plus, if America tanks and Texas secedes, we can rest easy and know our children will be fine.  Praise Jesus for that one! 

I'm excited to see who will actually read this and make it a reality one day.  Maybe I know you, maybe I don't....Either way, love you!

Happy Thursday, y'all!

The Life of Having a Weird Name

Let me just start by introducing myself.  My name is Beckett.  

Now... For most people, you would say "Hi Beckett.  Nice to meet you.  I'm ______."

Guess who runs into all the rest of the people in the world that don't do that.  

ME.

Here's some examples of what I get as a response to my introduction....daily.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"I'm sorry, Becca? " ...No.  In 1st grade we learned the difference between the sound an "A" makes as opposed to a "T".

"Hello Meagan, I'm _______." ...Excuse me? Meagan? Really?  Okay I'm just gonna walk away. 

"Beckett?  Is that your first name?" ...Yes.  Most people I know do not introduce themselves by their last name.  Do your friends do that? No? Didn't think so.

"Beckett? What an unusual name. Has anyone ever called you bucket before?" ...No. You're a genius! How did you come up with that so quick.......................Yes. I heard that in like the 1st grade.  Grow up.

"Your name is what? Spell it." ...How about I don't spell it and you just listen when I say it. Deal?

And my all time favorite....

"Beckett is your real name?....Whoa, that sucks." ...No, sir, your sense of manners suck.  Go ask your mom to teach you a lesson or two on how to talk to someone.

Please, for the love of God, if you ever meet someone with an unusual name just suck it up and act like you've heard that name every day since birth.  It's not a fun game to play, especially for us that have to live with it.  

Happy Hump Day.

The Flirtatious Freshman.

Remember being a freshman? Remember the desperation you had for someone to flirt with you? "I look cute today.  My hair is rockin'.  Someone will notice, right?"... Yeah, well you can only hope I guess... I'm currently working Study Hall and I'm seeing this all throw down as I type.  Let me just break it down for you.

Girl #1's Techniques:
-Talk Loud. Homegirl, you're not even supposed to be talking. Shut it before I make you shut it.
-Poof the hair...7 times within the minute. Listen, your hair will hold a tease better if you DON'T TOUCH IT. (I'm a licensed professional so I can say that.)  Wait... you don't have lice do you? Gag. 
-Walk in the door from running an errand and...not sit? Better yet, just stand there. You're getting their attention now! Don't worry... Those chairs are just for looks anyways. Stupid school. What were they thinking?


Girl #2's Approach:
-Don't talk, WHISPER LOUD. It would be 80% less annoying if you just talked. Like, you just sound like you ran a mile and are trying to talk normally.  Need some oxygen?
-Glare at me for looking at you for "exasperating" so loud.  Glare away sweetheart, but remember, If i write your name down...you run miles upon miles.  Good luck with that Miss Priss.
-Turn your music up so the whole room can hear. Child, you're losing your hearing and looking like a fool because we now all know you're listening to Selena Gomez. Cute. That'll get him for sure.


Girl #3's Technique:
-Flail your hands around like you're trying not to talk and would rather sign stuff instead. My roommate is fluent in ASL (american sign language). I know for a fact that that's not how you say Cheeto.  
-Act Dumb. I'm not sure if you're acting anymore.... Please... Stop. 

Instead of having Freshman English 101, they should have Freshman "don't lose your dignity looking like a fool to impress someone". 101  Note to all you freshman out there, you'll look back one day and call yourself an idiot.  Might as well try to save yourself now. 

Happy Hump Day. {ha. never gets old}

Hot Yoga: The 7th Layer of Hell

Somewhere, in this stupid brain of mine, I thought it would be an awesome idea to do hot yoga.  WHY?! Why don't I have good friends that will tell me I am an idiot?! I guess this is what I get for being sassy to them all the time.... Sassy = experience hell on earth. Well now we are Even Stevens, "friends"! Let me just give you a rundown of this lovely (horrible) experience.

-Class starts at 5:30 AM. That means we leave the house at 5:00 AM.  That means waking up at 4:50 AM! 

Whaaaa??...Y'all are lucky there are no caps lock for numbers.

-Get to the place and it smells terrible.  There are picture of Buda everywhere and incense burning in the background. 

I love Jesus and fresh air! This is not lookin' good.

-Walk into the room...HELL. 

First words out of my mouth: "I can't breathe." Little did I know how true those words would become.  

-Oh! There is no talking in the yoga room (aka: Satan's living room). 

Cool.  Because I want to physically abuse my body in silence.  That's exactly what I had in mind....not.

-Guy in a Speedo plants his mat right in front of me. (FYI: he's pale and hairy.) 

Like, really? Is that sanitary? or legal? I'm not sure if it was the heat or the sight of him doing a bending pose that made me almost pass out.  Lord, help this child!

-The class is an hour, right?....wrong. The class is 90 minutes.

  90 minutes worth of hating your life and wishing Jesus would come back.

-The instructor says "clear your mind.  No thoughts, just relax."  

LIKE HELL I'M GOING TO RELAX! I'M DYING OVER HERE, LADY. CALL THE EMT!

-Breathing exercises. 

These people are demonic. Nothing of human nature sounds like that when you breathe. Nothing. 

I don't remember much else because I spent over half the class trying to concentrate on not passing out.  Although I hated my life for 90 minutes, I burned approximately 700 calories.  Not too shabby.  Hot yoga is not my favorite but if it keeps burnin' those cals, I'll keep it around for just a while longer. (Spring Break '12 baby!)

Happy Monday!

Words

Picture #2: Lemons and Sweet Tea

There are no words sweeter than ones spoken about the south. (except for the Bible) I could post the crap out of southern quotes but I'll spare you the redundancy and me the time.  For now, here is the favorite of the day.

God Bless Texas

P.S. If you don't like sweet tea, you're a damn yankee.

Your View Today

Here is picture #1: My Desk.

Welcome to being the one girl in the athletic office. You may think I have a bazillion notes on my wall but that is the only thing I'm really able to have. I work with ALL.BOYS.  If I had any cute decor, it would be broken within 30 seconds.  Maybe even 15.  (Once I had a rabbit for Easter and the boys hung it with tape. RIP Easter Bunny.)  I wish y'all could see the color behind all the decoration.  It kind of makes it 100% better.... Maybe next month.

Happy Hump Day! :)

Black History Month

Since it's officially February, and Black History Month, I am attempting a photo challenge. 

But there's a twist! (gasp!)

Instead of posting in color, I'm going to post all pictures in black and white! Get it?...Black History Month - Black and White? Tada! 

THE RULES.

29 days of attempting to be a photographer has started.....now!

Hump Day {ha}

I learned 10 things about myself today

 (in no particular order):

1) I talk to myself the whole time I get ready. 

Mostly my "conversations" are pep talks but sometimes they venture over into just rambling nothings.

2) I will never be able to have a style blog.

I missed two belt loops this morning while getting ready.  There are only 5.  

3) I wake up every single morning....hungry.

My body hates that I'm trying to be healthy (er). It's revolting against me.

4) I have a nervous habit of smiling at myself in the mirror when I get ready.

You can never be too prepared to have some random paparazzi attack you, right?

5) I have chubby wrists.

Don't ask. It's just a fact of life that I discovered today. Great.

6) If I'm not exactly sure what lyrics a song contains, I make some up that fit.

My version: "We've got more bounce in California than all y'all combined.  We've got more bounce in California and we're leaving you behind."

Original: "We've got more bounce in California than all y'all combined.  We've got more bounce in California, we like to party all the time."

Close enough.

7) I am officially addicted to Amazon.com (partially because they remember my card number so it saves me time)

All I have to do is press "order item." Yes. Yes. Yes.

8) When I zone out, I make my hair look like a mustache/beard over my face.

I'm not even going to try to explain this one.

9) I'm in love with watching wedding videos and crying over people I don't know.

I'm a girl. Get over it! It's what we do.

10) I live a blessed, healthy life.

We take our health for granted way too often y'all.  Say a thankful prayer today.

Hope your Hump Day was filled with just as much discovery!

Ides of Hotties

Welcome to Sunday Funday!  

 {{{ Sunday Funday = church, lunch, possible mini nap/chill and movie night. }}}

Tonight's little RedBox treasure we scooped up was Ides of March.  {It's literally the only one my apartment hasn't seen. We're movie freaks.} Here are my lovely/random thoughts:

1) I had to google "Ides" because who the heck has ever used that in casual conversation?! "Oh, I'm so looking forward to the Ides of this year..." - Nobody...ever 

2) Just in case you kocked yourself into a coma, Ryan Gosling and George Clooney are both in this movie. I repeat, RYAN GOSLING and GEORGE CLOONEY in one movie. Uh, hello....sign. me. up.  

3) They're freakin' democrats and the whole movie is based on lies and cheaters.  HELLO! RED FLAG!!!! Is anyone making movies on how shady republicans are? No. Do you know why? Because we're freakin' classy.  Can't compete, sucka.

4) Can't take my eyes off Ryan Gosling in glasses. Give me Ryan or give me death!

5) I went into this movie hating politics and I came out hating it about 100 times worse.  No wonder Obama is president...these people are freakin' lunatics. 

To wrap this thing up, I recommend this movie for when you're looking to watch a serious movie.  You will not cry {unless you're like ridiculously emotionally unstable} and you probably won't be too happy.  Enjoy a straight forward, intense movie.

Literally drooling..... sigh.

2012: The Year of Everything Good

Since I'm only 20 days into this year, and only 3 days back on my blog grind, here are my 2012 resolutions. Prepare yourself.  This is going to be a busy year.

1) Lose weight (shocker)
2) Surrender myself to God...completely. (LONG OVERDUE.)
3) Go to El Disco Rio (nice little hispanic club across the way that happens to be G.H.ETTO)
4) Find a Job. (mandatory since I'll be graduating in May.)
5) Ride in a hot air balloon. (debating on this one ever since 11 people died when one crashed)
6) Get back on my iceskating grind. (yuhhhhhh)
7) Do a 10K.... (........kill me now)
8) Do something productive towards my bakery. (like...bake)
9) Volunteer at a homeless shelter at least 3 times a month. (and try to avoid crying each time)
10) Send my brother off to college in Colorado without having a mental breakdown that is going to put me in the loony bin for the rest of my life. (yeah right)
11) Get highly involved in Gateway. (my church)
12) Be intentional with my friendships. (you better get ready. i'm intense when intentional)
13) Be better on my social media grind (gotta keep with the days, y'all)
14) find me a husband. (PLEASE, LORD. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE. FINGERS CROSSED.)


Dang. There it is. Now it's time to stop bloggin' and get to gettin'.

He Is Jealous For Me.

I know I already posted today but y'all have to realize something. He is jealous for us.  He, the God of the whole universe, the God that picked every single trait you have and fused it perfectly together, the God that knows how many stinkin' hairs you have on your head!!!!!...is jealous for you.

BE OVERWHELMED AND HUMBLY THANKFUL. 

He takes every situation that has every happened in the history of ever and makes it glorify Him. How does that happen?  I cannot explain it. I cannot explain how He has taken my whole life and morphed it into His glory.  

ON. TOP. OF. THAT....

He still loves me.  Why? Why me? Because He is perfect love.  No human being could ever forgive the way He does.  WOW. Praise Him for loving me.  Praise Him for forgiving. Praise Him for M.E.R.C.Y.

Y'all.  We're blessed.  We are blessed beyond blessed actually. There are no words...

Send a prayer of thankfulness and humbleness up tonight because you'll never find any other love. 

Let this verse rock your world:

Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. - James 1:2-3

Boundaries?

I feel like this whole blog thing is a little dangerous. Like, are there rules for what you can and cannot post? Can I rant? Can I electronically cry? Can I write a novel?

Yes?....SWEET FREEDOM!

Twitter only gives me 140 characters to say what I gotta say. Do you know how long it takes me to figure out how to smash what I have to say into 140 characters? (a good 5-10 minutes. That's how long.) Talk about high freakin' blood pressure. Twitter is also like the mini muzzle to social media. "Better say what you gotta say quick cuz we're shuttin' ya up." Thanks, mom. *insert eye roll.*

A Facebook status is just straight immature these days. Like, unless it's going to help people come to Jesus, I won't be posting anything on there but pictures...and maybe the occasional "poke". There are far too many girls spillin' their guts on what they think is their "digital diary."

NEWS...FUHLASH...nobody cares that you saw your ex in Wal-Mart and now you're crying in your room listening to Taylor Swift.  Get better music choices and maybe I'll start caring more. Maybe. (see link at bottom for a better choice.)

MySpace died with Anna Nicole Smith. The end. Don't even try to argue... RIP

After saying all that, prepare yourself.  I'm hittin' this blog thing full force.  No more attempts at a blog post a day or that picture a day crap.  I'm being real. Real life blog post when I have actual time to do it.

Ready...set....leggo.





>>Better music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-_6BBAVfzqM <<

Citizen's Arrest

Like most people in the world, I hate cops.  Until recently I have cursed them every time I come across one. (Get off my back, you do too.) BUT lately...and when I say lately I mean like yesterday.... my roommates and I have gotten into this new thing of finding / fighting crime. Yesterday, to start off this new habit off right, we involved ourselves in a high speed chase.

High Speed Chase = 6 cop cars + 1 run away car + 2 patrolling officers later + us following.

I couldn't make this crap up if I tried. Who the heck comes across a high speed chase on their way home from QT?! We do.  That's who. Legit.

Also, guess who has a CB radio app that can tune into police scanners? This girl. Legit again.

We listened to that sucker / patrolled for an hour then decided the police didn't need our assistance so we just went home.  Better luck next time. (Thank you Apple for your iPhones that have awesome battery life and let me stalk the crap out of the surrounding neighborhoods. Preciate ya)  

THEN.... (the story continues)

Tonight we were just strolling around touring the ghetto (which is not a usual hobby for us but we're trying to diversify ourselves before we get out into the real world) and we come across nothing....

Now you're thinking: "Why the hell would she blog about nothing?" 

WELL..... So we drove around for an hour without finding anything then I begged, and I mean I had to freakin' beg, Taylor to take one last right turn down some sketch neighborhood. 

Guess who found an apartment on fire with tons of fire trucks and a police car?

Me. #winning

So we drive around the whole dang apartment complex, witness some sketch drug deals or something of the matter, then come around to the whole crime scene. I'm not sure if it was actually a "crime" per say but there was definitely a huge fire that they had just put out and like 7 fire trucks.

The pictures didn't come out as planned because apparently my iPhone can't really pick up flashing lights too well. (It started acting up when Steve Jobs died.)  After so many failed attempts we just packed up and went home. 

Two nights of police cars, sketch drama and CB radio calls makes for fun stories to tell my kids. Success.