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.

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"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!