In honor of my first day out of the 601 area code in eight years, I've reflected on the top 10 things I'll miss about Jackson/Metro now that I'm officially living in the BR:
10. Hearing "Sweet Home Alabama" sung with the standard "Mississippi" replacement.
9. Keifer's.
8. Pool time with those who make me laugh.
7. Popping up over the cubicle to vent to/grimace at/chat/cackle/catch up with Bethanie and Lish.
6. The Jackson Free Press.
5. The many Old Canton Roads one can find herself on at any time of the day or night.
4. Easy access to my GNOs...with a special emphasis on the Gs.
3. Caleb's grumpy farewell of, "I guess you just gonna put on them big ol' sandals and go all the way back to Mississippi."
2. Buffalo Wild Wings. (I know it's a chain, but still...)
1. My main big man. :-(
That said, I still believe I made the right decision in moving and I know I'll be fine here. I mean, I am in the coolest little condo (which I'll blog more about later) and a really fun town with great places to go and things to do. Plus, I'm already enjoying the potential challenges of my new job!
I guess when it comes right down to it, y'all, I'm still a Mississippi girl.
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Monday, August 27, 2007
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
the 411
I'm moving to Baton Rouge! Here are the juicy details:
- I've accepted a job with Hancock Bank's Louisiana headquarters. I worked there (in Gulfport) in college, so I am very familiar with a lot of the people I'll be working for and with.
- I'll be doing what I do now - Community Relations and PR.
- I'm excited and a little nervous!
- I'll miss all my Jackson (and Nissan) peeps. :-(
- But you know I'll come back to visit often - the plus side of having a boyfriend who still lives here. :-)
- My last day at Nissan will be August 15.
- The move will probably occur at the end of August - exact move date TBD.
- C and I went for a short visit this weekend and from what we saw, it's a really cool, fun city!
- Baton Rouge is 2 to 2.5 hours from both Jackson and the Coast.
- You should come visit me...and keep in touch, of course. :-)
Wow, great news, and CONGRATULATIONS GIRL!!!! I have driven through there, but now I have a reason to stop and hit dinner and maybe a show! I am gonna have peeps in every state soon!
Posted by Just Music on August 6, 2007 - Monday 4:41 AM
So you won't be there when i visit? I'm sad-ish. Good luck though, I can understand a new start. I'm like the new start prince.Good Luck! PR? How fun, we should share secrets! In fact, i might have a business proposition for you, if the area is woodsy enough. More on that later.i'm out like Seacrest!
Posted by Mark's Peak on August 6, 2007 - Monday 11:46 AM
Say it ain't so! We'll miss you at Nissan but I can understand that you have a better opportunity ahead. Come visit us often...you'll be missed.
Posted by Scott on August 6, 2007 - Monday 6:43 PM
Awwww! We will miss u, but it sounds like a great opportunity!u know Baton Rouge is the best place for Tool Concerts!
Posted by Lex & Paula on August 7, 2007 - Tuesday 4:48 PM
Congratulations!
Posted by Wendy on August 7, 2007 - Tuesday 7:10 PM
Saturday, August 4, 2007
by my own
Nephews have the cutest way of saying things.
When Caleb is playing Mr. Independent (which, let's face it, is basically always), he sometimes stubbornly wrinkles that little forehead and with a puckered frown spouts, "No, Bekah. I want to do it by my own."
Even though, God bless him, he thinks I'm really just a big kid, occasionally the task will require adult supervision. In those cases, I'll gently assist or give him a reminder that I just need to help a little bit, but he's doing the main part.
But most of the time, when Caleb wants to do something "by his own," I stand back and watch with an inward smile, wishing I record every second of this event for the day when he truly comes into "his own." I know this stubborness is part of his little personality and that it will play a crucial role as his life and character traits unfold, so it's fun to watch him figure things out and put things together and get into a little somethin'-somethin' that maybe he really shouldn't be into just yet.
Today I became slightly overwhelmed with life.
Big things are happening, but my frustration didn't stem from one thing in particular. Several fires came up and the extinguisher was running out - you know, the kind of day everyone has had. I (think I) was fairly okay on the outside, but internally, I was exhausted. And irritated. And my head was spinning like a little red top.
It didn't help that I had to singlehandedly handle a few things that are ridiculous to singlehandedly handle. It also didn't help that I was pushing the little white cotton puff's accelerator to beat the clock as I (legally) sped down 220, willing time to stop. And it really didn't help that my intended destination was in an unsafe part of town, a pain to get to, and had been closed for an hour when I arrived (contrary to the schedule they'd posted on the web).
So I vented. (I mean, what are Lizzes and pink Razr phones for if not that, right?) And after we hung up, I stewed. And after I got home, I pushed myself to make several more less venting, more informative phone calls that are a necessary evil of my next few weeks. And after I made those phone calls, I pressed forward until I shot off a few equally informative e-mails. And after I clicked send, I got dressed for some time with friends. And after C and his Pops and I got there and got settled and the stories began flowing, something hit me.
I didn't really have to do today by my own.
And actually, in all fairness to my good intentions, I really thought I wasn't. I did pray the prayer that never fails (Thy will be done) when I started the day, but I think I forgot to remind myself that I had prayed it, because my focus became more on getting things done and less on Whose will I'd prayed would be done throughout my day.
I can't help but wonder if my Guardian smiles inwardly when He sees me pushing myself unnecessarily, wondering if, when I finally do come into my own, I'll remember how stubborn I was all those times.
I'm sure that in some situations, rather than smiling He grimaces, eases His way beside me, and gently reminds me that for safety's sake, I really should let Him handle this one, even if I hate to ask for that four-letter help word very much.
Hopefully one day I will come into my own, and I will make those around (and above) me proud to have watched the process. Until then, maybe I'll try to be a little more selective about the tasks I insist on doing "by my own."
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I definitely know the feeling B! I wrote pages in my journal last night about much the same things. My girls are starting school today, and all I can do is pray that I am helping them develop that confidence to try things on 'their' own without fear so they can be better and stronger than their mommy as we all go along in life.
Posted by Just Music on August 3, 2007 - Friday 4:55 AM [Remove] [Reply to this]
Ahh, what a timely reminder! I'm SO glad you are willing to share it with us fellow on-liners. Thanks for the honesty and a great reminder. I wish I'd read it the posted date!
Posted by lotts2tel on August 8, 2007 - Wednesday 5:58 PM
When Caleb is playing Mr. Independent (which, let's face it, is basically always), he sometimes stubbornly wrinkles that little forehead and with a puckered frown spouts, "No, Bekah. I want to do it by my own."
Even though, God bless him, he thinks I'm really just a big kid, occasionally the task will require adult supervision. In those cases, I'll gently assist or give him a reminder that I just need to help a little bit, but he's doing the main part.
But most of the time, when Caleb wants to do something "by his own," I stand back and watch with an inward smile, wishing I record every second of this event for the day when he truly comes into "his own." I know this stubborness is part of his little personality and that it will play a crucial role as his life and character traits unfold, so it's fun to watch him figure things out and put things together and get into a little somethin'-somethin' that maybe he really shouldn't be into just yet.
Today I became slightly overwhelmed with life.
Big things are happening, but my frustration didn't stem from one thing in particular. Several fires came up and the extinguisher was running out - you know, the kind of day everyone has had. I (think I) was fairly okay on the outside, but internally, I was exhausted. And irritated. And my head was spinning like a little red top.
It didn't help that I had to singlehandedly handle a few things that are ridiculous to singlehandedly handle. It also didn't help that I was pushing the little white cotton puff's accelerator to beat the clock as I (legally) sped down 220, willing time to stop. And it really didn't help that my intended destination was in an unsafe part of town, a pain to get to, and had been closed for an hour when I arrived (contrary to the schedule they'd posted on the web).
So I vented. (I mean, what are Lizzes and pink Razr phones for if not that, right?) And after we hung up, I stewed. And after I got home, I pushed myself to make several more less venting, more informative phone calls that are a necessary evil of my next few weeks. And after I made those phone calls, I pressed forward until I shot off a few equally informative e-mails. And after I clicked send, I got dressed for some time with friends. And after C and his Pops and I got there and got settled and the stories began flowing, something hit me.
I didn't really have to do today by my own.
And actually, in all fairness to my good intentions, I really thought I wasn't. I did pray the prayer that never fails (Thy will be done) when I started the day, but I think I forgot to remind myself that I had prayed it, because my focus became more on getting things done and less on Whose will I'd prayed would be done throughout my day.
I can't help but wonder if my Guardian smiles inwardly when He sees me pushing myself unnecessarily, wondering if, when I finally do come into my own, I'll remember how stubborn I was all those times.
I'm sure that in some situations, rather than smiling He grimaces, eases His way beside me, and gently reminds me that for safety's sake, I really should let Him handle this one, even if I hate to ask for that four-letter help word very much.
Hopefully one day I will come into my own, and I will make those around (and above) me proud to have watched the process. Until then, maybe I'll try to be a little more selective about the tasks I insist on doing "by my own."
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I definitely know the feeling B! I wrote pages in my journal last night about much the same things. My girls are starting school today, and all I can do is pray that I am helping them develop that confidence to try things on 'their' own without fear so they can be better and stronger than their mommy as we all go along in life.
Posted by Just Music on August 3, 2007 - Friday 4:55 AM [Remove] [Reply to this]
Ahh, what a timely reminder! I'm SO glad you are willing to share it with us fellow on-liners. Thanks for the honesty and a great reminder. I wish I'd read it the posted date!
Posted by lotts2tel on August 8, 2007 - Wednesday 5:58 PM
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
when I grow up
I have been trying unsuccessfully for the past three days to figure out how to post blogs to a private, "preferred" list. Since I never got the hang of it, I still want to blog what I originally had on my mind....it'll just be significantly scaled down. (I can handle it if you can.)
Last weekend, I was indulging in a very regular self-spoiling session of getting my nails done when I recognized someone I used to see regularly a few years back. We were really only acquaintances, so even though this (embarrassingly enough) goes against my nature, I didn't feel compelled to flag her down and say hi. As luck would have it, though, the one time I tried to be an adult and refrain from pointless gabbing, she recognized me and immediately requested the chair next to mine so we could "have a nice little chat while getting our nails done - isn't this just SO fun?"
(By the way, I use quotation marks when I'm quoting someone. Just an FYI.)
Anyway, during our manicure-length interview -- ahem, I mean "chat" -- I remembered something that maybe I need to be reminded of at this stage of the game: If I weren't where I am now, I could be a totally different person.
Ok, so maybe that wouldn't be an epiphany for you, but I do often need to be reminded that taking a different path is the making of a different rebekah. For instance, if I had not moved to Jackson, I would be a different girlio today. Good? Bad? Better? Best? Worst? Who knows. (Personally, I think I'm more fun now, but I digress.)
And if I were still working at the job I had right out of college, I'm pretty sure I would not have developed some of the skills I've gotten to hone in my field...and I definitely wouldn't have encountered some of my favorite people now! And if I still hung out with those acquaintances from way back when, I think some interesting traits would have rubbed off on me a little more than I care to explore. (Sadly, I'm easily influenced.)
So while I thoroughly loved living on my coast and in Hattiesburg, I'm glad the move to Jackson happened when it did. And while the Realtors association was a great place to cut my professional teeth and learn a lot of the PR ins and outs that are now second nature to me, it was definitely time to move on when I did.
And though the friends and churches and relationships and cliques and organizations I've encountered throughout my life have molded me and shaped me in ways I could possibly still use, I believe that listening to where I need to stand now is more important than prolonging something after its expiration date has come and gone.
Coincidentally (or not?), I've been reflecting a lot on these things lately and deeply wondering about my current place in relation to various organizations...trade associations, church, service groups, etc. A girl can get seriously burned out by committing to too much, but what is the recipe for me to be the best me I can be and still give back to the things that have been such a vital part of who I am? And further still, how do I know the best places for me to be involved? For instance, I should be doing something with the community, but what exactly? I should be active in some church, but which church has a rebekah-sized hole? Etc. I suppose the right answer is to pray about it, but I find myself wondering when I should just get a move on and do something about all this.
With that said, as I'm sure you can imagine, this blast-from-the-past (and rather perky) interaction really made me view things a little differently than I did when I walked into the salon. I mean, MANY of the things that bothered me about this convo are definitely things I'm guilty of! Yikes. I hate that.
After all that "chatting," internalizing, mulling and pondering while inhaling nail-related chemicals, I'd like to share with you what I came away with (besides pretty nails).
When and if I grow up, these are the things I hope for:
*a genuine spirit
*a desire for others to be the best they can be, no matter what or when or where that is
*a low level of curiosity about and high level of respect for others' private lives
*contentment with my own world that supercedes my need to judge others' worlds like a bad talent show
*the gift of gablessness (as opposed to gab) when the time comes to just BE, rather than talk aimlessly about nothing
*discernment about when, where and how much to socialize
*a discarded cookie-cutter mold of how everyone's life should turn out, and an embraced openness about experiences different from my own
And finally, I SINCERELY hope my fakeness will always end with my nails and never reach my smile!
Lessons noted.
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I love your blogs. Not only are they entertaining but they give me the "truth" in life that I always need. You help keep me sane, thanks. P.S. I wished I lived n Jackson to share some of these great moments with you ;)
Posted by Carrie on July 25, 2007 - Wednesday 6:40 PM
RJ, I love having a friend like you! Your blogs always make me smile, and this one is no exception! Love you girl!
Posted by Ashley on July 26, 2007 - Thursday 8:43 AM
well said bekah....
Posted by monica on July 30, 2007 - Monday 2:47 PM
Last weekend, I was indulging in a very regular self-spoiling session of getting my nails done when I recognized someone I used to see regularly a few years back. We were really only acquaintances, so even though this (embarrassingly enough) goes against my nature, I didn't feel compelled to flag her down and say hi. As luck would have it, though, the one time I tried to be an adult and refrain from pointless gabbing, she recognized me and immediately requested the chair next to mine so we could "have a nice little chat while getting our nails done - isn't this just SO fun?"
(By the way, I use quotation marks when I'm quoting someone. Just an FYI.)
Anyway, during our manicure-length interview -- ahem, I mean "chat" -- I remembered something that maybe I need to be reminded of at this stage of the game: If I weren't where I am now, I could be a totally different person.
Ok, so maybe that wouldn't be an epiphany for you, but I do often need to be reminded that taking a different path is the making of a different rebekah. For instance, if I had not moved to Jackson, I would be a different girlio today. Good? Bad? Better? Best? Worst? Who knows. (Personally, I think I'm more fun now, but I digress.)
And if I were still working at the job I had right out of college, I'm pretty sure I would not have developed some of the skills I've gotten to hone in my field...and I definitely wouldn't have encountered some of my favorite people now! And if I still hung out with those acquaintances from way back when, I think some interesting traits would have rubbed off on me a little more than I care to explore. (Sadly, I'm easily influenced.)
So while I thoroughly loved living on my coast and in Hattiesburg, I'm glad the move to Jackson happened when it did. And while the Realtors association was a great place to cut my professional teeth and learn a lot of the PR ins and outs that are now second nature to me, it was definitely time to move on when I did.
And though the friends and churches and relationships and cliques and organizations I've encountered throughout my life have molded me and shaped me in ways I could possibly still use, I believe that listening to where I need to stand now is more important than prolonging something after its expiration date has come and gone.
Coincidentally (or not?), I've been reflecting a lot on these things lately and deeply wondering about my current place in relation to various organizations...trade associations, church, service groups, etc. A girl can get seriously burned out by committing to too much, but what is the recipe for me to be the best me I can be and still give back to the things that have been such a vital part of who I am? And further still, how do I know the best places for me to be involved? For instance, I should be doing something with the community, but what exactly? I should be active in some church, but which church has a rebekah-sized hole? Etc. I suppose the right answer is to pray about it, but I find myself wondering when I should just get a move on and do something about all this.
With that said, as I'm sure you can imagine, this blast-from-the-past (and rather perky) interaction really made me view things a little differently than I did when I walked into the salon. I mean, MANY of the things that bothered me about this convo are definitely things I'm guilty of! Yikes. I hate that.
After all that "chatting," internalizing, mulling and pondering while inhaling nail-related chemicals, I'd like to share with you what I came away with (besides pretty nails).
When and if I grow up, these are the things I hope for:
*a genuine spirit
*a desire for others to be the best they can be, no matter what or when or where that is
*a low level of curiosity about and high level of respect for others' private lives
*contentment with my own world that supercedes my need to judge others' worlds like a bad talent show
*the gift of gablessness (as opposed to gab) when the time comes to just BE, rather than talk aimlessly about nothing
*discernment about when, where and how much to socialize
*a discarded cookie-cutter mold of how everyone's life should turn out, and an embraced openness about experiences different from my own
And finally, I SINCERELY hope my fakeness will always end with my nails and never reach my smile!
Lessons noted.
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I love your blogs. Not only are they entertaining but they give me the "truth" in life that I always need. You help keep me sane, thanks. P.S. I wished I lived n Jackson to share some of these great moments with you ;)
Posted by Carrie on July 25, 2007 - Wednesday 6:40 PM
RJ, I love having a friend like you! Your blogs always make me smile, and this one is no exception! Love you girl!
Posted by Ashley on July 26, 2007 - Thursday 8:43 AM
well said bekah....
Posted by monica on July 30, 2007 - Monday 2:47 PM
Thursday, July 19, 2007
my little white cotton puff
I often joke about inviting my friends and coworkers to step into the lap of luxury when they ride with me, because my little white getaway mobile is so very un-new and un-trendy. It's a 2001 Chevy Cavalier with manual everything (except transmission, of course -- I'm still a girly girl who never got past her fear of The Clutch). Most people, I'm sure, see me buzzing around and inwardly shake their heads, wondering what my deal is. Why won't I just suck it up and purchase a new, fun car?
That's a great question. I mean, for crying out loud, brand new cars, trucks and SUVs are being assembled less than 100 feet away from my desk each day. But while I do love the new car look and smell, and admit freely that nothing compares to the feel of vroom beneath my latest 5 1/2 strappy heel purchase, at this point in life I'm an even bigger fan of less-is-more. And even though my little white getaway mobile is on the older side, it's clean, it works, and for the love of Pete, it's paid for.
So it was undergoing some maintenance this month and I've been driving other (newer, more automated) cars. Chevy Impala. Chrysler 300. Ford Escape. (All made long after the turn of the century, mind you.)
But I hafta say...nothing compared to the feeling I had when I manually unlocked my familiar door today and stepped back into my world. My paid for, working, tidy little world. It really made me smile. I think it's the sense of comfort, peace of mind, and overall contentment that keep me attached to my current stage of life, including that much-worn car.
And that's why as of today, my little white getaway mobile will forevermore be synonymously referred to as my little white cotton puff, thanks to Liz. Because, after all, at this stage of the game, comfort, peace of mind, and overall contentment definitely are the fabric of my life.
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THREE CHEERS for Rebekah from Work!! You are totally right! I love my little green F-150 as well..it's as broken-in, seat-just-th-way-I-like-it, feels like home and PAID OFF!! I do applaud you for not falling for the "gotta have more" this world is always throwing at us! I'll be sure and honk and proudly waive at the next "more mature" vehicle I see on the road. Thanks for the post! -Rebecca the sister
Posted by Rebecca on July 23, 2007 - Monday 11:39 AM
I love it!! Rebekah-you are my very favorite REDHEAD! I am cracking up!! I am one of those that are trying to find myself and usually do it by getting a "new" (used) car pretty often although I think I have found true love with my '02 Lexus RX300 Coach Edition and I've had it almost a year! I love the way it wizzes aound and my very favorite part? Its GOLD all the way down. Not one of those two-toned ones. Her name is Goldie and she's been faithful thus far. My problem is that I have Champagne taste but live on a Beer Budget!! My ultimate dream car? The 2007 Infiniti QX56
Posted by DENITA on July 25, 2007 - Wednesday 5:27 PM
That's a great question. I mean, for crying out loud, brand new cars, trucks and SUVs are being assembled less than 100 feet away from my desk each day. But while I do love the new car look and smell, and admit freely that nothing compares to the feel of vroom beneath my latest 5 1/2 strappy heel purchase, at this point in life I'm an even bigger fan of less-is-more. And even though my little white getaway mobile is on the older side, it's clean, it works, and for the love of Pete, it's paid for.
So it was undergoing some maintenance this month and I've been driving other (newer, more automated) cars. Chevy Impala. Chrysler 300. Ford Escape. (All made long after the turn of the century, mind you.)
But I hafta say...nothing compared to the feeling I had when I manually unlocked my familiar door today and stepped back into my world. My paid for, working, tidy little world. It really made me smile. I think it's the sense of comfort, peace of mind, and overall contentment that keep me attached to my current stage of life, including that much-worn car.
And that's why as of today, my little white getaway mobile will forevermore be synonymously referred to as my little white cotton puff, thanks to Liz. Because, after all, at this stage of the game, comfort, peace of mind, and overall contentment definitely are the fabric of my life.
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THREE CHEERS for Rebekah from Work!! You are totally right! I love my little green F-150 as well..it's as broken-in, seat-just-th-way-I-like-it, feels like home and PAID OFF!! I do applaud you for not falling for the "gotta have more" this world is always throwing at us! I'll be sure and honk and proudly waive at the next "more mature" vehicle I see on the road. Thanks for the post! -Rebecca the sister
Posted by Rebecca on July 23, 2007 - Monday 11:39 AM
I love it!! Rebekah-you are my very favorite REDHEAD! I am cracking up!! I am one of those that are trying to find myself and usually do it by getting a "new" (used) car pretty often although I think I have found true love with my '02 Lexus RX300 Coach Edition and I've had it almost a year! I love the way it wizzes aound and my very favorite part? Its GOLD all the way down. Not one of those two-toned ones. Her name is Goldie and she's been faithful thus far. My problem is that I have Champagne taste but live on a Beer Budget!! My ultimate dream car? The 2007 Infiniti QX56
Posted by DENITA on July 25, 2007 - Wednesday 5:27 PM
Monday, June 25, 2007
Name that high school, class of whatever.
Carl Blackburn reminded me of an astounding occurrence last night while I was recapping my oh-so-fun girls' weekend beach trip: a great, fun, sweet, hilarious group of girls who have known each other since preschool (or before) graciously welcomed me into their "circle of love" with open arms, and I am having the time of my life!
I'm seriously not sure what I would do without Liz (honestly, anyone who knows me knows this is true!) and now I feel the same way about the lovely chiquitas I've met in the duration of my friendship with her. Thank heavens she married Steven Densmore...otherwise we'd have never had the Mempho weekend where we truly brought so many adjectives back, including the one Justin sings about. And if we hadn't walked in Memphis, maybe we'd have skipped those subsequent GNOs at Mookie and Sal's and other close friends' tables, and even this most recent fantastic getaway to the land where plankton can really sneak up on you and the waves spit a girl out like so much seaweed.
I blog all this to come to a very strong point, and one I feel very emphatically about: it's a great life we have as adults. We're allowed to grow up with those who knew our personalities before Myers-Briggs got a hold of us (Britney, Aimee and Denita!), experience high school and college with peeps who may or may not recognize the persons we've since become (Sheila, Amy and Danielle), and go through some massive working experiences with still other rounds of folks who add even more facets to our crazy lives (Dane, Brandie, Jenn, Amanda, Kelso, Lish and Bethanie)....yet we're not limited to anything or anyone when it comes to new friends and new chapters.
I love that my Brandon girls are about to experience their 10-year reunion while I remember mine with so many smiles and giggles. And I love that I know none of the classmates they remember out loud, but I can easily identify with their stories. Most of all, though, I love that I get to experience real-time life with these chickadees, including the reflections they'll have on their great times I've already gone through, and vice versa.
Sigh. Life makes me happy. And I love my friends!
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I'm seriously not sure what I would do without Liz (honestly, anyone who knows me knows this is true!) and now I feel the same way about the lovely chiquitas I've met in the duration of my friendship with her. Thank heavens she married Steven Densmore...otherwise we'd have never had the Mempho weekend where we truly brought so many adjectives back, including the one Justin sings about. And if we hadn't walked in Memphis, maybe we'd have skipped those subsequent GNOs at Mookie and Sal's and other close friends' tables, and even this most recent fantastic getaway to the land where plankton can really sneak up on you and the waves spit a girl out like so much seaweed.
I blog all this to come to a very strong point, and one I feel very emphatically about: it's a great life we have as adults. We're allowed to grow up with those who knew our personalities before Myers-Briggs got a hold of us (Britney, Aimee and Denita!), experience high school and college with peeps who may or may not recognize the persons we've since become (Sheila, Amy and Danielle), and go through some massive working experiences with still other rounds of folks who add even more facets to our crazy lives (Dane, Brandie, Jenn, Amanda, Kelso, Lish and Bethanie)....yet we're not limited to anything or anyone when it comes to new friends and new chapters.
I love that my Brandon girls are about to experience their 10-year reunion while I remember mine with so many smiles and giggles. And I love that I know none of the classmates they remember out loud, but I can easily identify with their stories. Most of all, though, I love that I get to experience real-time life with these chickadees, including the reflections they'll have on their great times I've already gone through, and vice versa.
Sigh. Life makes me happy. And I love my friends!
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Tuesday, June 19, 2007
too hebby
Today I am a girl terribly thankful for hope. Without it...I just have no idea.
One of my most favorite stories ever comes from my boyfriend's nephew, whom I've only met once a few years ago. He's in his twenties now, but when he was two and C used to wrestle with him on the floor, he would grunt, "Too hebby, Unca Carl. You too hebby for me. I just a boy!"
Today, life seems a little heavy...not necessarily for me, but for a family I love. So that hurts. It hurts to not know exactly what to say or how to pray, and it hurts to know I'm just far enough away to not be of any tangible use. It's painful to know that while my sweet friend will ride through this with the incredible grace that's been so beautifully developed over years of having no other choice, there is no other choice. Again.
And I know this is so stupid, but it hurts to know I'm too small and human to do any of the repair work I so brazenly think I could ever be capable of, and it also hurts that these things seem to the naked eye to be slightly unevenly distributed.
(Are you there, God? It's me, rebekah. Some of us clearly have trust issues, don't we?)
I think I was griping about something before all the news and hurt made its way to me, but I'm pretty sure I was brought back down to the reality check that was waiting for the redhead:
Thank God there is a God, and that He's dealt us a great deal of hope. My life is really not so hebby after all.
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What is amazing is how this family seems to handle the unfathomable with such grace. I pray that I can have that kind of faith some day.
Posted by Just Music on June 19, 2007 - Tuesday 8:32 PM
One of my most favorite stories ever comes from my boyfriend's nephew, whom I've only met once a few years ago. He's in his twenties now, but when he was two and C used to wrestle with him on the floor, he would grunt, "Too hebby, Unca Carl. You too hebby for me. I just a boy!"
Today, life seems a little heavy...not necessarily for me, but for a family I love. So that hurts. It hurts to not know exactly what to say or how to pray, and it hurts to know I'm just far enough away to not be of any tangible use. It's painful to know that while my sweet friend will ride through this with the incredible grace that's been so beautifully developed over years of having no other choice, there is no other choice. Again.
And I know this is so stupid, but it hurts to know I'm too small and human to do any of the repair work I so brazenly think I could ever be capable of, and it also hurts that these things seem to the naked eye to be slightly unevenly distributed.
(Are you there, God? It's me, rebekah. Some of us clearly have trust issues, don't we?)
I think I was griping about something before all the news and hurt made its way to me, but I'm pretty sure I was brought back down to the reality check that was waiting for the redhead:
Thank God there is a God, and that He's dealt us a great deal of hope. My life is really not so hebby after all.
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What is amazing is how this family seems to handle the unfathomable with such grace. I pray that I can have that kind of faith some day.
Posted by Just Music on June 19, 2007 - Tuesday 8:32 PM
Sunday, May 20, 2007
bang bang
You're cordially invited to join me in partying like it's 1994 as I return to the Bang Phase of RJ (while pardoning the car-self-portrait, of course).
Cheers! Have a great weekend. :-)
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Why, I think you look darn pretty! I hope your weekend is fabulous. I'll see you Tuesday!
Posted by lotts2tel on May 19, 2007 - Saturday 6:59 PM
I like the bangs! I just had mine cut a couple of weeks ago...but they are still down to my chin, almost. I'm not brace enough to go too much shorter!
Posted by Rachel on May 21, 2007 - Monday 8:08 AM
i think you look adorable! :)
Posted by Brooke on May 22, 2007 - Tuesday 8:59 PM
Posted by Brooke on May 22, 2007 - Tuesday 8:59 PM
For a moment I thought I was back at DHS!
Posted by Greg Mo on June 14, 2007 - Thursday 12:27 PM
Posted by Greg Mo on June 14, 2007 - Thursday 12:27 PM
Sunday, April 29, 2007
seasons
Let's hear it for new seasons...every part of me is thrilled to be soaking up the sun again (with a healthy sheen of sunscreen acting as my protective barrier, of course).
God bless pretty flowers, good friends, fresh air and sunshine!
God bless pretty flowers, good friends, fresh air and sunshine!
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
dream a little dream
Most of the time, I think I'm doing pretty well with things (when it comes right down to it, I mean), but I would like to take this blog-opportunity to report on how utterly sad my life apparently is.
Night before last, I had a dream. This is not unusual for me....I'm always dreaming about something. The unusual facet of my dream world is that something (if not more than one thing) is always completely and totally bizarro about it.
Like the dream I had not too long ago about all these friends from all these different stages of my life coming together and hanging out with me. It was a little weird that we were all playing paintball, I guess, but the kicker came when I realized we were playing paintball in a department store. And then there was the time I dreamt something totally normal. I was really excited when I woke up, because the situation could have really happened, without my usual strange spin on dreams...until I remembered every single person in the dream was a perfect shade of blue.
So with my history, I shouldn't have been too surprised to wake up yesterday morning full of fun memories from the happy-go-lucky, girls-just-wanna-have-fun dream that I was having lunch with my new four closest girlfriends: Carrie, Charlotte, Samantha and Miranda. That's right, kids. I was the official new fifth member of the SATC cast, and they absolutely loved me. They kept saying things like, "Why didn't we do this years ago?" and "You fit right in!"
Clearly, I've watched (and identified with) entirely too many episodes.
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haha that's hilarious!! I think I have watched a few to many episodes of that myself!
Posted by Melissa on April 25, 2007 - Wednesday 8:01 AM
Night before last, I had a dream. This is not unusual for me....I'm always dreaming about something. The unusual facet of my dream world is that something (if not more than one thing) is always completely and totally bizarro about it.
Like the dream I had not too long ago about all these friends from all these different stages of my life coming together and hanging out with me. It was a little weird that we were all playing paintball, I guess, but the kicker came when I realized we were playing paintball in a department store. And then there was the time I dreamt something totally normal. I was really excited when I woke up, because the situation could have really happened, without my usual strange spin on dreams...until I remembered every single person in the dream was a perfect shade of blue.
So with my history, I shouldn't have been too surprised to wake up yesterday morning full of fun memories from the happy-go-lucky, girls-just-wanna-have-fun dream that I was having lunch with my new four closest girlfriends: Carrie, Charlotte, Samantha and Miranda. That's right, kids. I was the official new fifth member of the SATC cast, and they absolutely loved me. They kept saying things like, "Why didn't we do this years ago?" and "You fit right in!"
Clearly, I've watched (and identified with) entirely too many episodes.
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haha that's hilarious!! I think I have watched a few to many episodes of that myself!
Posted by Melissa on April 25, 2007 - Wednesday 8:01 AM
Friday, April 20, 2007
Anticipation!
I'm so excited I can hardly stand myself...before the day's over, I'll see my sweet, adorable little nephew! He may be asleep when I arrive, but that's such a marvel to watch, too (it's the only time he's still).
We'll play hard, we'll make, in his words, "new tracks" for Thomas and Percy and James, we'll try out his new t-ball set, we'll munch on lots of Cheez-Its, and we'll see what's happening in the park these days.
What a weekend.
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Hope ya'll have a great weekend and tons of fun playing!!
Posted by Melissa on April 20, 2007 - Friday 9:07 AM
We'll play hard, we'll make, in his words, "new tracks" for Thomas and Percy and James, we'll try out his new t-ball set, we'll munch on lots of Cheez-Its, and we'll see what's happening in the park these days.
What a weekend.
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Hope ya'll have a great weekend and tons of fun playing!!
Posted by Melissa on April 20, 2007 - Friday 9:07 AM
Monday, April 16, 2007
heavy heart
I walked today with a heavy heart -- the same one I always tend to have when national, earth-shattering tragedies occur.
I'm not even sure what I prayed for when I heard about the terrible events that hit Virginia Tech's campus, but I do know I began praying for something, someone to comfort and touch the affected students, staff and families.
There's no way I could ever understand what those people are feeling tonight -- whether it be numbness, pain, or nausea -- but I certainly don't want to forget the value of the lives that were ruthlessly taken this morning on a quaint and normally quiet campus.
And I don't want to forget that there is a God, and He does care....even when things like this happen.
Psalm 139:17-18 How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God! How great is the sum of them! If I should count them, they would be more in number than the sand; When I awake, I am still with You.
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I am just amazed at how quickly life can be taken away from us. At least 3 mothers, and 2 grandmothers in my company were directly affected by losses at Va Tech... all I can do is pray, and be comforted knowing that God will provide some semblance of peace to those that are suffering right now.
Posted by Just Music on April 16, 2007 - Monday 5:31 PM
RJ - I think it is a testament to the Spririt within you that your heart is tender toward such tragedies. I believe your prayers - in a world gone awry - made and will make a world of difference.
Posted by lotts2tel on April 17, 2007 - Tuesday 6:21 PM
I'm not even sure what I prayed for when I heard about the terrible events that hit Virginia Tech's campus, but I do know I began praying for something, someone to comfort and touch the affected students, staff and families.
There's no way I could ever understand what those people are feeling tonight -- whether it be numbness, pain, or nausea -- but I certainly don't want to forget the value of the lives that were ruthlessly taken this morning on a quaint and normally quiet campus.
And I don't want to forget that there is a God, and He does care....even when things like this happen.
Psalm 139:17-18 How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God! How great is the sum of them! If I should count them, they would be more in number than the sand; When I awake, I am still with You.
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I am just amazed at how quickly life can be taken away from us. At least 3 mothers, and 2 grandmothers in my company were directly affected by losses at Va Tech... all I can do is pray, and be comforted knowing that God will provide some semblance of peace to those that are suffering right now.
Posted by Just Music on April 16, 2007 - Monday 5:31 PM
RJ - I think it is a testament to the Spririt within you that your heart is tender toward such tragedies. I believe your prayers - in a world gone awry - made and will make a world of difference.
Posted by lotts2tel on April 17, 2007 - Tuesday 6:21 PM
Saturday, March 31, 2007
My peeps are the best peeps.
In this easter season of renewed life and budding promises, I can't help but be extra thankful for my peeps.
No -- I'm not as fond of the marshmellows as Kelso is -- but I AM fond of the people who support me and back me up when the going gets tough. and tougher. And when the going is great but I'm a grouch. And when the as is flows along smoothly, but the unknown fast approaches.
My heart is pleasantly surprised over and over again these days...not to mention what the arrival of spring has done for me. I'm not really sure why I'm so amazed at the situational actions and displays of emotion by these people I hold so dear to my heart, when in fact, overall, I remain wowed that God brought them into my world at all.
My cup runneth over. With peeps!
No -- I'm not as fond of the marshmellows as Kelso is -- but I AM fond of the people who support me and back me up when the going gets tough. and tougher. And when the going is great but I'm a grouch. And when the as is flows along smoothly, but the unknown fast approaches.
My heart is pleasantly surprised over and over again these days...not to mention what the arrival of spring has done for me. I'm not really sure why I'm so amazed at the situational actions and displays of emotion by these people I hold so dear to my heart, when in fact, overall, I remain wowed that God brought them into my world at all.
My cup runneth over. With peeps!
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
letter I don't intend to send (revival)
Dear dark cloud that hung over my head all the day long,
Congratulations. You got my attention. Not only do I now fully recognize the changes you so surreptitiously make with your slightest presence, but so does everyone who had the burden of being in contact with me throughout this day.
I'm not sure how to say this, but here's the thing (are you sitting down?). I think I like my days better when you're not around.
Granted, I'm not always the easiest person to hang out with. I have my moments (sometimes hours, sometimes days, sometimes even weeks). But generally, I can insert a laugh or two and even move on. However, when you're with me, I can't even shake you for a minute. I have to hand it to you for tenacity.
But I was wondering...since we got to have such extreme quality time together today, do you think you can hover somewhere else for oh...let's say the next few decades? Hey thanks!
With much love (and many umbrellas),
~ rebekah
p.s. The only reason I don't intend to send this is because I don't really know how to get in touch with you until you're all up in my space. Thanks!
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LOL - LOLL!
You trip me out! Thanks for the great laugh.
Posted by lotts2tel on March 27, 2007 - Tuesday 4:59 PM
Congratulations. You got my attention. Not only do I now fully recognize the changes you so surreptitiously make with your slightest presence, but so does everyone who had the burden of being in contact with me throughout this day.
I'm not sure how to say this, but here's the thing (are you sitting down?). I think I like my days better when you're not around.
Granted, I'm not always the easiest person to hang out with. I have my moments (sometimes hours, sometimes days, sometimes even weeks). But generally, I can insert a laugh or two and even move on. However, when you're with me, I can't even shake you for a minute. I have to hand it to you for tenacity.
But I was wondering...since we got to have such extreme quality time together today, do you think you can hover somewhere else for oh...let's say the next few decades? Hey thanks!
With much love (and many umbrellas),
~ rebekah
p.s. The only reason I don't intend to send this is because I don't really know how to get in touch with you until you're all up in my space. Thanks!
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LOL - LOLL!
You trip me out! Thanks for the great laugh.
Posted by lotts2tel on March 27, 2007 - Tuesday 4:59 PM
Thursday, March 15, 2007
is it ok...
...that I consider a trip to my hairdresser a fix? I love Dyanne more than life itself, and it's not just her art or skill(z) or sense of humor or incredible story of rehabilitation or fun calendar that makes my heart smile.
my hairdresser happens to be real and precious and beautiful right where it matters. she always manages to remind me what life is all about, and that it's worth living right now.
I mean, her uncanny ability to tell me I look like a different Hollywood actress every 6 weeks for the past 6 years certainly hasn't hurt my tendency to be loyal to her, but that's not the only reason I heart Dyanne.
I am so thankful when my heart fills up from what could easily be a routine day in the life of rebekah.
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I NEED a new hairdresser! One preferrably like the chick in Nashville would be awesome! :-)
Posted by Just Music on March 14, 2007 - Wednesday 8:12 PM
OH i agree! I love my hairdresser and in fact she has become a good friend of mine. Going to see her is like therapy to me. Not only does she work magic with my hair but she works magic with my mental state as well!
Posted by Melissa on March 15, 2007 - Thursday 8:38 AM
YES! One very resounding YES! I might not have know this a bit ago until my stylist packed up and moved! I've been lost ever since - and more than vulnerable re: my hair! I'm glad you're so fond of yours. I may need to ask for her info! I love a day-in-the-life stuff. It is a goal to appreciate the ordinary routine rather than take it for granted! Go girl!
Posted by lotts2tel on March 19, 2007 - Monday 12:51 AM
I have dreamed of being a hairdresser my whole life, and this has helped to motivate me even more to reach for the stars.
Posted by Greg Mo on March 21, 2007 - Wednesday 4:47 PM
Arr-Jay
I am behind you all the way....though I guess I'd have to start alternating visits between you and Dyanne. and I'd have some incredibly short hair with all that hairdresser time, which I'm not sure I'm totally prepared for.
sigh.
my hairdresser happens to be real and precious and beautiful right where it matters. she always manages to remind me what life is all about, and that it's worth living right now.
I mean, her uncanny ability to tell me I look like a different Hollywood actress every 6 weeks for the past 6 years certainly hasn't hurt my tendency to be loyal to her, but that's not the only reason I heart Dyanne.
I am so thankful when my heart fills up from what could easily be a routine day in the life of rebekah.
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I NEED a new hairdresser! One preferrably like the chick in Nashville would be awesome! :-)
Posted by Just Music on March 14, 2007 - Wednesday 8:12 PM
OH i agree! I love my hairdresser and in fact she has become a good friend of mine. Going to see her is like therapy to me. Not only does she work magic with my hair but she works magic with my mental state as well!
Posted by Melissa on March 15, 2007 - Thursday 8:38 AM
YES! One very resounding YES! I might not have know this a bit ago until my stylist packed up and moved! I've been lost ever since - and more than vulnerable re: my hair! I'm glad you're so fond of yours. I may need to ask for her info! I love a day-in-the-life stuff. It is a goal to appreciate the ordinary routine rather than take it for granted! Go girl!
Posted by lotts2tel on March 19, 2007 - Monday 12:51 AM
I have dreamed of being a hairdresser my whole life, and this has helped to motivate me even more to reach for the stars.
Posted by Greg Mo on March 21, 2007 - Wednesday 4:47 PM
Arr-Jay
I am behind you all the way....though I guess I'd have to start alternating visits between you and Dyanne. and I'd have some incredibly short hair with all that hairdresser time, which I'm not sure I'm totally prepared for.
sigh.
Wednesday, March 7, 2007
gratitude
my dear, dancing, soon-to-be wed sassy pink lizard has inspired me. then my wonderfully fun, jazzercising kelso o'shanahan jumped on the virtual bandwagon, leading me to believe that now it's my turn.
soooo....the five things that I'm most thankful for today are...
1. health -- mine and my loved ones'. I know it sounds trite, like a homemade pageant answer, but it's true. there have been a few scares the past 6 or so months, and it's shown me how truly precious life and time can be.
2. my walking buddies Rachel and Rachel. (I know...how funny, right?) I have home Rachel to walk and debrief with a couple of nights a week, and now I have work Rachel to walk and splash some sunshine into our lunches with a few days a week. this has given me more motivation and inspiration to be healthier than anything else has in a long time!
3. my best friend in the universe, who also happens to be my boyfriend. even on days when I don't understand me, he patiently handles me with care, not sparing me the gentle reminders I often need to come back to earth and reality.
4. anticipation. I love looking forward to Liz's bachelorette weekend in Memphis, and the next time I'll see my family, and Boston with C! I love the thought of spring coming in with a gust and giving me warm, bright, sunshiney days that I can use to soak up delicious rays at the pool!
5. my Caleb stories. need I say more?
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If I lived in Jackson, would I be your second-best friend? I realize that Carl is wonderful, but sometimes you need someone to talk to who not only knows how to handle you, but who has the same blood as you, and furthmore, knows where you keep your medication for those little "mood swings" that you have.
Posted by Greg Mo on March 8, 2007 - Thursday 3:14 PM
I love how "Bright & Shiny" you are.
Posted by Just Music on March 9, 2007 - Friday 7:52 PM
soooo....the five things that I'm most thankful for today are...
1. health -- mine and my loved ones'. I know it sounds trite, like a homemade pageant answer, but it's true. there have been a few scares the past 6 or so months, and it's shown me how truly precious life and time can be.
2. my walking buddies Rachel and Rachel. (I know...how funny, right?) I have home Rachel to walk and debrief with a couple of nights a week, and now I have work Rachel to walk and splash some sunshine into our lunches with a few days a week. this has given me more motivation and inspiration to be healthier than anything else has in a long time!
3. my best friend in the universe, who also happens to be my boyfriend. even on days when I don't understand me, he patiently handles me with care, not sparing me the gentle reminders I often need to come back to earth and reality.
4. anticipation. I love looking forward to Liz's bachelorette weekend in Memphis, and the next time I'll see my family, and Boston with C! I love the thought of spring coming in with a gust and giving me warm, bright, sunshiney days that I can use to soak up delicious rays at the pool!
5. my Caleb stories. need I say more?
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If I lived in Jackson, would I be your second-best friend? I realize that Carl is wonderful, but sometimes you need someone to talk to who not only knows how to handle you, but who has the same blood as you, and furthmore, knows where you keep your medication for those little "mood swings" that you have.
Posted by Greg Mo on March 8, 2007 - Thursday 3:14 PM
I love how "Bright & Shiny" you are.
Posted by Just Music on March 9, 2007 - Friday 7:52 PM
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
the mix
rebekah's general warning: I know this will sound cheesy, and I'm willing to accept the repercussions.
sometimes it seems that life is very personal and individual-specific. what rebekah experiences will be different from what, oh, let's say Sheryl Crow goes through (and, less realistically, of course, different from what friends in different stages of life are undergoing).
but after catching up with several friends tonight who are in no way even close to being my twin, I can't help but be thankful that life has so many common threads for us all. and after browsing around on MySpace and seeing such a wide variety of us who somehow all have the same girls' night poses, or vacation shots, or party pics, I just have to smile.
I'm usually the one thanking God for change, but despite the wonderful mix that we are, tonight, as life goes through its routine with spring springing outside and the world seeing a brand new season yet again, I'm relishing in the sameness of it all.
(told ya it would be cheesy)
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After reading your blog, I got to thinking. I thank God that we are all different in some way, shape, or form (Besides, I don't think the world could handle another me.). But, with all the unique differences among all of us, it only takes one special time, place, event, or a simple hello to be a catalyst for a "unique" frienship. Now that is cheesy! But true.
Posted by Jack on March 6, 2007 - Tuesday 11:13 AM
sometimes it seems that life is very personal and individual-specific. what rebekah experiences will be different from what, oh, let's say Sheryl Crow goes through (and, less realistically, of course, different from what friends in different stages of life are undergoing).
but after catching up with several friends tonight who are in no way even close to being my twin, I can't help but be thankful that life has so many common threads for us all. and after browsing around on MySpace and seeing such a wide variety of us who somehow all have the same girls' night poses, or vacation shots, or party pics, I just have to smile.
I'm usually the one thanking God for change, but despite the wonderful mix that we are, tonight, as life goes through its routine with spring springing outside and the world seeing a brand new season yet again, I'm relishing in the sameness of it all.
(told ya it would be cheesy)
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After reading your blog, I got to thinking. I thank God that we are all different in some way, shape, or form (Besides, I don't think the world could handle another me.). But, with all the unique differences among all of us, it only takes one special time, place, event, or a simple hello to be a catalyst for a "unique" frienship. Now that is cheesy! But true.
Posted by Jack on March 6, 2007 - Tuesday 11:13 AM
Thursday, February 1, 2007
pieces of me
I've always heard jokes about people falling apart when they reached a certain age. At least, I thought they were joking. Then I turned 30.
If you know me well (and let's face it, you do; you're my MySpace friend), then you already know that falling apart and getting old have never been fears of mine. Don't get me wrong; I have my own phobias -- mainly about spiders and commitment -- but birthdays just aren't on that list. I love birthdays! So what if I'm getting older? Each year has brought so much more life along with it...why would I trade that for a smaller number next to "age" on forms? (Plus, there's the candles. I'm all about some fire.)
So obviously, I'm into birthdays, not weirded out by them.
Until this year.
Somehow, come mid-October, I began falling apart. Seriously. My blood pressure skyrocketed (I know...IDK either. My doctor's still trying to figure it out.), migraines hit, regular events became frightening and painful issues.... I could go on and on. (Trust me, I could. And we all know you don't want me to.)
(You're welcome.)
So, anyway, amidst scheduling more doctor's appointments, having daily blood pressure checks, taking (a ridiculous number of) sick days, adding WebMD to my Internet favorites, making trips to the grocery store for low-sodium foods and initiating health-related conversations, a girl's gotta wonder...
...what if I am falling apart?
It's not such an outrageous question. I mean, I have developed a personal relationship with my pharmacist in the last 6 months. And I can quote some blood pressure stats that would spin most 30-year-olds' brain cells into centrifugal force. And -- I truly hesitate to put this on the information superhighway, but -- when I was Christmas shopping this year, I actually stopped to weigh pros and cons of various pillboxes. (Yes, pillboxes. And sadly, I don't mean the fun, retro hats.)
But, I suppose it's nice that I did get to Christmas shop. (Without actually purchasing a pillbox -- though they were very organized and separated daytime and nighttime scrips!)
And my doctor did rule out certain illnesses, which was quite a relief.
And despite my increased dosages of medications, I can still be me and have fun and drive and work and Google when I have a worry or concern.
And I got to play with my sweet nephew all during the Christmas holidays, including building some amazing train track configurations, wrestling like two red-headed pros, and simultaneously laughing hysterically over Tractor's funny antics.
And I can function on my own and live in peaceful solitude and have my life and have my fun (as long as I'm a good girl and take my meds).
So the clear ephiphany is...I'm not falling apart after all. Maybe this is simply an opportune time for the little rebekah inside my head to stop her busyness and playing for a few minutes, and to start examining all those pieces that make up the rebekah everyone else sees: the things that make her happy, sad, relaxed, agitated, comfortable, silly, low-talking, productive, sensitive, loving...or whatever else the moment may bring.
So I'm making an attempt to do just that with a little more grace than before. Because my 30th birthday really was fun, and I'm sure the ones to follow can only get better...no matter how many prescriptions continue to decorate my medicine cabinet.
But I'm also encouraging every 29-year-old I know to start boosting up their immune systems and TAKE VITAMINS!
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This is great, rj. It's like part Sarah Jessica Parker, part Dave Barry. Entertaining! Reflective! Just plain good for everybody...
...kinda like Grandma.
Seriously, though, thoroughly enjoyable.
Posted by Jams on February 1, 2007 - Thursday 8:46 PM
watch it, sonny boy... I have a cane, and I know where you reside all day, every day...
Posted by Arr-Jay on February 1, 2007 - Thursday 10:45 PM
As a 28 year old, that was inspiring! I am completely opposite. I have been dreading the BIG 3-0 ever since 26! I do love birthdays, but just for the gifts. Now I am even more excited to turn 30!! Gee...can't wait, sounds like it's a blast!
Posted by Rachel on February 2, 2007 - Friday 7:22 AM
Arr-Jay... I have to say our friend in the wet suit and flippers has exactly the right idea! I wish I could say... that I 'didn't have a 'pillbox'. You have given me an entirely new perspective to what people must think when the see my pillbox. Thank God that life continues moving forward... not backward, because it is nice to know that there are 'infinite possibilities' for change and growth. I am 32 years old today... that is all... I am actually looking forward to my 30s being my best years... well... I am going to MAKE SURE OF IT... how's that?
Posted by Just Music on February 3, 2007 - Saturday 4:45 AM
Michelle
Wait til you throw kids in the scenerio! Not only does your body fall apart but your mind goes to hell. By the way, my thirties have been the best so far. Everyone older says 34-35 was their best years.
Posted by Michelle on February 2, 2007 - Friday 8:40 AM
hahaha, thats great... there was this girl i worked w/ for a little while, she was a little strange. anyway, she said she could read palms... whatever (i said she was strange), so i said "ok read mine" she tells me that i am going to die when i'm 30... so that's what I had to look forward to while i was 29.... what a load of garbage b/c now i am 31....she didn't last long at the job. and now i think she delivers pizza. so i guess the palm reading business didn't work out for her either.
my advice, go buy a roll of duct tape. seriously. and put it somewhere you see it everyday, and the next time you feel like your falling apart just remember that it can fix anything.... it probably won't work but it might make you laugh because you'll be reminded of how dumb of an idea this is!
Posted by hibbs is what they call me on February 2, 2007 - Friday 1:27 PM
If you know me well (and let's face it, you do; you're my MySpace friend), then you already know that falling apart and getting old have never been fears of mine. Don't get me wrong; I have my own phobias -- mainly about spiders and commitment -- but birthdays just aren't on that list. I love birthdays! So what if I'm getting older? Each year has brought so much more life along with it...why would I trade that for a smaller number next to "age" on forms? (Plus, there's the candles. I'm all about some fire.)
So obviously, I'm into birthdays, not weirded out by them.
Until this year.
Somehow, come mid-October, I began falling apart. Seriously. My blood pressure skyrocketed (I know...IDK either. My doctor's still trying to figure it out.), migraines hit, regular events became frightening and painful issues.... I could go on and on. (Trust me, I could. And we all know you don't want me to.)
(You're welcome.)
So, anyway, amidst scheduling more doctor's appointments, having daily blood pressure checks, taking (a ridiculous number of) sick days, adding WebMD to my Internet favorites, making trips to the grocery store for low-sodium foods and initiating health-related conversations, a girl's gotta wonder...
...what if I am falling apart?
It's not such an outrageous question. I mean, I have developed a personal relationship with my pharmacist in the last 6 months. And I can quote some blood pressure stats that would spin most 30-year-olds' brain cells into centrifugal force. And -- I truly hesitate to put this on the information superhighway, but -- when I was Christmas shopping this year, I actually stopped to weigh pros and cons of various pillboxes. (Yes, pillboxes. And sadly, I don't mean the fun, retro hats.)
But, I suppose it's nice that I did get to Christmas shop. (Without actually purchasing a pillbox -- though they were very organized and separated daytime and nighttime scrips!)
And my doctor did rule out certain illnesses, which was quite a relief.
And despite my increased dosages of medications, I can still be me and have fun and drive and work and Google when I have a worry or concern.
And I got to play with my sweet nephew all during the Christmas holidays, including building some amazing train track configurations, wrestling like two red-headed pros, and simultaneously laughing hysterically over Tractor's funny antics.
And I can function on my own and live in peaceful solitude and have my life and have my fun (as long as I'm a good girl and take my meds).
So the clear ephiphany is...I'm not falling apart after all. Maybe this is simply an opportune time for the little rebekah inside my head to stop her busyness and playing for a few minutes, and to start examining all those pieces that make up the rebekah everyone else sees: the things that make her happy, sad, relaxed, agitated, comfortable, silly, low-talking, productive, sensitive, loving...or whatever else the moment may bring.
So I'm making an attempt to do just that with a little more grace than before. Because my 30th birthday really was fun, and I'm sure the ones to follow can only get better...no matter how many prescriptions continue to decorate my medicine cabinet.
But I'm also encouraging every 29-year-old I know to start boosting up their immune systems and TAKE VITAMINS!
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This is great, rj. It's like part Sarah Jessica Parker, part Dave Barry. Entertaining! Reflective! Just plain good for everybody...
...kinda like Grandma.
Seriously, though, thoroughly enjoyable.
Posted by Jams on February 1, 2007 - Thursday 8:46 PM
watch it, sonny boy... I have a cane, and I know where you reside all day, every day...
Posted by Arr-Jay on February 1, 2007 - Thursday 10:45 PM
As a 28 year old, that was inspiring! I am completely opposite. I have been dreading the BIG 3-0 ever since 26! I do love birthdays, but just for the gifts. Now I am even more excited to turn 30!! Gee...can't wait, sounds like it's a blast!
Posted by Rachel on February 2, 2007 - Friday 7:22 AM
Arr-Jay... I have to say our friend in the wet suit and flippers has exactly the right idea! I wish I could say... that I 'didn't have a 'pillbox'. You have given me an entirely new perspective to what people must think when the see my pillbox. Thank God that life continues moving forward... not backward, because it is nice to know that there are 'infinite possibilities' for change and growth. I am 32 years old today... that is all... I am actually looking forward to my 30s being my best years... well... I am going to MAKE SURE OF IT... how's that?
Posted by Just Music on February 3, 2007 - Saturday 4:45 AM
Michelle
Wait til you throw kids in the scenerio! Not only does your body fall apart but your mind goes to hell. By the way, my thirties have been the best so far. Everyone older says 34-35 was their best years.
Posted by Michelle on February 2, 2007 - Friday 8:40 AM
hahaha, thats great... there was this girl i worked w/ for a little while, she was a little strange. anyway, she said she could read palms... whatever (i said she was strange), so i said "ok read mine" she tells me that i am going to die when i'm 30... so that's what I had to look forward to while i was 29.... what a load of garbage b/c now i am 31....she didn't last long at the job. and now i think she delivers pizza. so i guess the palm reading business didn't work out for her either.
my advice, go buy a roll of duct tape. seriously. and put it somewhere you see it everyday, and the next time you feel like your falling apart just remember that it can fix anything.... it probably won't work but it might make you laugh because you'll be reminded of how dumb of an idea this is!
Posted by hibbs is what they call me on February 2, 2007 - Friday 1:27 PM
Sunday, January 28, 2007
my sunshine
when I was a little girl, I vividly remember my Grandma Johnson daily telling my sister and me "I L-O-V-E you" and singing "You are my sunshine" as we played around her while she was cutting dumpling strips at the kitchen table.
I'm not sure I fully appreciated the depth of being someone's sunshine until the past few extremely dreary weeks in the deep South. we have definitely expereinced almost months on end with just a few rays of sunshine here and there, so today, when I felt and saw the warmth of the sunshine, it seemed I could feel its healing cathartic qualities all the way to my toenails. clear as day, my mind took me back to her strong alto voice singing:
you are my sunshine
my only sunshine
you make me happy when skies are gray
you'll never know, dear, how much I love you
please don't take my sunshine away
I can only hope that Kim and I provided Grandma Johnson real warmth and joy of a healing nature during our slice of her 86 years.
I love memories.
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I've always been truly fond of this song! Somehow [and I'm not consciously sure how] it is uniquely special to me. I'm glad to hear that it is special to someone else, too. Thanks for sharing!!!!
Posted by lotts2tel on January 29, 2007 - Monday 5:14 PM
This brought a little "sunshine" to my cold and cloudy North Alabama day!
Posted by Rachel on January 31, 2007 - Wednesday 11:27 AM
I'm not sure I fully appreciated the depth of being someone's sunshine until the past few extremely dreary weeks in the deep South. we have definitely expereinced almost months on end with just a few rays of sunshine here and there, so today, when I felt and saw the warmth of the sunshine, it seemed I could feel its healing cathartic qualities all the way to my toenails. clear as day, my mind took me back to her strong alto voice singing:
you are my sunshine
my only sunshine
you make me happy when skies are gray
you'll never know, dear, how much I love you
please don't take my sunshine away
I can only hope that Kim and I provided Grandma Johnson real warmth and joy of a healing nature during our slice of her 86 years.
I love memories.
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I've always been truly fond of this song! Somehow [and I'm not consciously sure how] it is uniquely special to me. I'm glad to hear that it is special to someone else, too. Thanks for sharing!!!!
Posted by lotts2tel on January 29, 2007 - Monday 5:14 PM
This brought a little "sunshine" to my cold and cloudy North Alabama day!
Posted by Rachel on January 31, 2007 - Wednesday 11:27 AM
Sunday, January 21, 2007
the absence of...
isn't it ironic how we fail to notice the positives until they're no longer there? happiness, for instance. my friends can be totally cheerful and amiable with people for weeks -- even months -- but the day they show their humanity, boom! someone (or many ones) begin the judging.
I just think it's interesting that our nature is to be human -- rotten, even -- yet we hold ourselves to a standard that is so high and often a huge, suppressing facade just to make others think everything is ok.
don't get me wrong. this is not deep. in fact, it's a slam on myself for the many times I've shown my humanity. I just find it quite intriguing when I think of the opportunities I've had to show it millions of times more, without any positive reinforcement. yet when it comes out once, the handcuffs are slapped on.
so maybe I need to remember that the Kroger cashier has held it together for years, perhaps, when she snaps at me for not having my Kroger card. and that others maybe haven't had a perfect day, either, but they've done really well up until this point.
just a thought.
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and a good one.
Posted by Jams on January 21, 2007 - Sunday 7:48 PM
I just think it's interesting that our nature is to be human -- rotten, even -- yet we hold ourselves to a standard that is so high and often a huge, suppressing facade just to make others think everything is ok.
don't get me wrong. this is not deep. in fact, it's a slam on myself for the many times I've shown my humanity. I just find it quite intriguing when I think of the opportunities I've had to show it millions of times more, without any positive reinforcement. yet when it comes out once, the handcuffs are slapped on.
so maybe I need to remember that the Kroger cashier has held it together for years, perhaps, when she snaps at me for not having my Kroger card. and that others maybe haven't had a perfect day, either, but they've done really well up until this point.
just a thought.
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and a good one.
Posted by Jams on January 21, 2007 - Sunday 7:48 PM
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