| This may have something to do with it |
[Jul. 18th, 2009|09:57 pm] |
In the past two years, I have acquired pairs of shoes specific to the following activities:
Running
Cycling
Soccer (indoor)
Soccer (outdoor)
Rock climbing
Hiking
...and they are ALL OVER THE FLOOR. |
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| Kickball games are mostly a forum for witticism |
[Jun. 23rd, 2009|09:06 pm] |
Probably my favorite thing yelled in tonight's game:
Batter takes off his remaining shoe after he kicks the other in the air along with the ball.
"You're wearing two different socks!"
"That's intentional. It's so I know which feet I have!" |
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| I said this in the kitchen last night |
[Jun. 16th, 2009|10:25 pm] |
[regarding pea shoots being a healthy side dish]
"While that is among its virtues, it is certainly not its principal virtue."
Pause...
"You can tell I've been reading Jane Austen, can't you?" |
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[May. 25th, 2009|01:58 am] |
Dear Universe,
Can a girl get a break?
Seriously.
Thanks,
B |
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[Mar. 29th, 2009|11:16 pm] |
Hey, guess what, internet!
I had three athletic accomplishments this weekend:
I ran 5 kilometers.
I did 117 pushups (sets of 25-30-20-20-22-death).
and
(drumroll, please)
I scored my first goal ever in soccer!!
It was totally awesome. I had the ball, and I crossed it to Sue, and we pushed up the field and she passed it to me at the outside corner of the box and WHAM! I toe-kicked the crap out of it right past the goalie, where it made a most satisfying thunk into the back of the goal. And then I had to sub off the field, because I thought I might cry.
In other soccer-related news, I think someone stole my underwear.
All of these were things I never thought would happen! I sort of feel like I rule at life today. Also, am slightly weirded out by the underwear thing. |
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[Mar. 5th, 2009|11:09 pm] |
A thing that is cool:
When you realize you should reduce your weight on your Nike + settings.
A thing that is lame:
When you realize that the weight reduction means that you have burned fewer calories by running the same distance.
...
I have discovered relativity. |
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| Meme-ity Meme!! |
[Jan. 21st, 2009|08:11 pm] |
Craft time!
The first five people to respond to this post will receive, within a year, a... something... made especially for you by me. Maybe it will be food. Maybe it will be an article of clothing, or a piece of art. Maybe it'll be a weird graph I drew. Whatever it is, it will be a custom-built piece of awesome.
The catch? Why, that you have to post this offer in your own journal, of course. (Srsly, are you new?) |
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[Nov. 4th, 2008|09:15 pm] |
What a difference a day makes.
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!! |
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| ... in which our little Becky is an excellent homemaker |
[Sep. 10th, 2008|07:41 pm] |
I am never too busy to be working zombie apocalypse skills... most recently: canning!
The fruits of the garden (and nearby places) are pouring in faster than ever. I decided one Saturday evening that I had to make strawberry jam RIGHT ELIZABETH NOW, and it was quite successful (with the help of the lovely ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) sakuratea). We made tiny jars of jam, and some seriously delicious strawberry shortcake.
Thinking myself very clever, I sent the Boy to get a flat of Palisade peaches from the farmer's market while I was on a business trip. I came home to 20 pounds of giant juicy peaches. *drool* Best. Post-plane snack. EVAR.
The last few days have been a blur. We made peach cobbler, a peach/apple jam with no added sugar, peach rum sauce, and traditional peach jam (for those of us who still eat refined sugars with little regard for life or limb!). To accomplish all of this canning, we bought a GINORMOUS pot -- a 16 quart stainless steel multi-cooker that could make spaghetti enough for thousands. I rarely (though I will not say never) have such a physical response to cookware. I would make out with the thing if I could. I may or may not have snuggled it. (Don't judge me!)
Oh, AND, for people who are fans of science and food, or food science, you may be as interested as I am to learn of a kind of pectin I'd never seen before. Most pectin requires that you add about 1 million cups of granulated sugar to your jams and jellies to activate it and thereby make the jelly... gel-y. Nate randomly bought me some "Universal Pectine" or something that requires you to add some amount of powdered pectin and some amount of a solution of calcium phosphate. Since the calcium is what allows the pectin to set, you can add as much or as little sweetener as your tiny heart desires! I still used good ol' fashioned white sugar (though about 1/5th the recommended volume) because I didn't trust a sugarless pectin just yet, but the jam finished quite firm. I can use honey! Or cane juice! Or nothing! I feel like a budding molecular gastronomist, with my calcium solution.
I forget what my point was. Anyway, I have a bunch of peach product, still have about 1/3rd of a box of peaches, and I'm in love with a pot. My one concern is that when the zombies DO come, I will have to lug the pot with me in order to survive (via food preservation) later. Hopefully, it makes an effective bludgeoning weapon.
Covet my peaches, bitches.
Oh, AND, I'm giving up jam-making in favor of playing Spore. That is all. |
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| Oh yeah, I climbed a mountain. |
[Aug. 4th, 2008|11:24 pm] |
So, the Boy has these friends that are nutty mountaineers. I'm housesitting for them for the next 3 weeks because they've rolled out to Ecuador to climb the mountain that's farthest from the earth's center or some nonsense.
Anyway, I was convinced to go climb a 14er (they were trying to bag a bunch for both the normal reasons, and as part of their training for this trip). Neither I nor the Boy has ever climbed a 14er (a mountain whose elevation is greater than 14,000 feet, for you non-Coloradoans), and it's just one of those things you really should do if you live here.
Sarah picked Mt. Huron for our first outing. She had it on good authority that it was a good mix of "easy" and "pretty." "Class 2 all the way!!" she said. (There is a rating system for hikes and such -- Class 1 is like a sidewalk, whereas the various degrees of roped technical climbing are in Class 5).
She was right about the pretty.
( Pics of Mt. Huron )
So yeah, we kind of lost the trail, and ended up doing some ridiculous scrambles to get up to the saddle, only to be chased down to another circuitous and ultimately incorrect route by lightning. All told, we were hiking for 9 hours, and I thought I might die from lack of oxygen and/or falling off of rocks. I have so far only lost 1 toenail, however!
It was really gorgeous, though, and I am excited to try again after a little more preparation. Also, next time, we're going to freaking camp. We left Boulder at 5 am and didn't get back until after 11 pm. If we'd started hiking at 6 instead of 9, we totally would have beat the storm. Ah, well. Learning experiences. And pretty pictures. |
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[Aug. 3rd, 2008|11:24 pm] |
I just spent, like, $30 on the Ichiban Kan site. Lunch boxes! Chopsticks! A device that molds a hard-boiled egg into a car!?!? Considering that everything I bought was like, $1.50, it's an impressive haul.
I got some lychee gummies! I bet I know a someone who wants to share them with me... :) |
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[Jul. 8th, 2008|10:37 pm] |
I'm never near a computer when I think of something appropriate to write here.
My heart is full, and I wish the whole world well.
This does not mean that I'm any less serious about preparing for the zombie apocalypse. |
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| That's Aunt Becky to you, sir. |
[May. 11th, 2008|12:06 pm] |
Baby nephew has arrived! 6 lbs, 5 oz, 20.5 inches, all fingers and toes intact, full head of hair, and quite possibly a genius.
My poor, poor, not-quite-sister-in-law was in labor for, like, 3 days. We were up there Thursday night, Friday night, and most of the day Saturday. Adorable bit: since DJ didn't appear until about 2 am on Friday night/Saturday morning, he shares a birthday with his uncle.
Sadly, my teensiest family member has not been available for cuddling. He has some blockage or something in his little bitty nostril, and has been in the NICU on oxygen until it works itself out.
He is sooooo adorable, though! He looks just like my brother! He has this tiny dimple on his right cheek right where Greg does (and right where I do, for that matter). I'll post pictures when I have some digitally. He's totally rockin' the faux-hawk right now -- The Boy and I have discussed buying him the world's smallest Beckham jersey.
I'm so impressed with my brother. I think of him as mostly just a baby himself, and seeing him man up and take care of his girl and his baby has been amazing. He's so calm! He's so excited about being a daddy!
I will now pout about dearth of baby snuggles. Hopefully this is rectified soon. |
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| General Update |
[Apr. 3rd, 2008|10:04 pm] |
Things are good!
I find myself identifying with Dilbert cartoons, which is kind of okay, because I know this is a temporary thing. I'm being horrifically micromanaged and underutilized, which is... I suppose par for the course, eh?
Medical stuff is under review at the Peace Corps. Cross your fingers!
It feels like everyone I know is getting married. Welcome to my mid-twenties. This is somewhat expensive, but also really fun! I just went to Kansas for a wedding and saw tons of people I haven't seen in a while.
Also, however, a lot of people around me are experiencing loss right now -- not necessarily close people, but I'm feeling the effects. It is strange.
Weddings are getting in the way of my attendance at my soccer games. This is not great. On the other hand, I am on two whole soccer teams. When I turn over a new leaf, I turn that thing the hell over. Almost one year ago, Kristie and I had a stated goal of becoming more athletic. She embraced it like crazy -- I've never seen her so happy and healthy in our whole friendship. I would say that the changes I've made have been a little slower in coming, but heck -- team sports! biking to work! baseball tickets! (Ok, so that's watching other people be athletic, but it's still cool, and a relatively recently cultivated interest. M made me read Moneyball and I fell in love.)
*shrug* I got nothin'. I'm pleased. I'm ready for barbecue season. I'm out. |
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[Mar. 1st, 2008|06:19 pm] |
Just as was starting to believe that I was going to make it through an ENTIRE winter without a brush with illness of any real note-worthiness (aside from a few tummy upsets around the holidays which may have had more to do with "family time" and "money/unemployment woes" than "pathogens"), I was struck with the ick from hell.
Tuesday morning, as I was walking to the bus, I had the distinct feeling of being winded. This was strange, as it's a path I walk daily without a second thought, and certainly has never overly taxed my cardiovascular capacity... and yet, I had the strange sensation of having not quite enough air in my (somewhat pained) lungs. Hmm.
Tuesday evening passed without event, really... Westy had an acoustic show at a coffee shop for his birthday, so I got to go see him play and chat with people I haven't seen in ages. I also ran into an old grad school classmate of mine, which was somewhat awkward.
Wednesday, while at work, I grew progressively paler, until I decided around 2 that I couldn't handle being upright anymore. Also, the walk home from the bus seemed insurmountable, so I went to the Boy's house to convalesce. I napped in his bed until he came home, and he made me tea and soup, and tucked me in. Thursday I slept ALL DAY, and once he came home from work, we repeated the tea and soup routine, and he put on the BBC version of Pride and Prejudice for me to watch when I felt I could move from bed to couch for a few (ok, several...) hours.
Friday I went to work, for whatever reason... I had to leave early, though, because my whole "brush with respiratory death" had kept me from preparing for our Friday night plans. (We were invited to the Colorado Dems annual fundraiser-y dinner thing... one of the Boy's friends is involved with them and bought a table.) I was not fully satisfied with the closet options at my disposal, so I stopped by the mall on my way home and picked up an ADORABLE version of the proverbial little black dress for $20. It is perfect! It has the cutest little sleeves! and a sweetheart neckline! and is kind of short, so it shows off the soccer on my legs! I'll have to post pictures if I find any...
The whole "new dress" thing led to one of my favorite conversations of all time:
The Boy: Oh, sweetie, you look so cute!
Me: Thanks! But I'm totally not wearing a bra. Is that inappropriate for this kind of event? Or do you think it's, I don't know, a more democratic approach to my breasts?
The Boy: I'd say it's quite liberal of you.
Me: I didn't SET FIRE to my bra. I'm just not wearing one.
I only made some faces about having to dress cute and smile at old men when I felt like crap. It was fun, but it would have been more fun with less mucus.
SPEAKING OF, I am glad to be back at my own house (FINALLY) where we believe in some forms of Western medicine. (The Boy's house has more herbs than you can shake a stick at, but he had to go out on a special trip to buy Advil for my headache, and tried to offer me ELDERBERRY SYRUP when I asked if he had something for my hacking cough. For some things, I think, you need the chemical badness. Tea and kisses, though, go a long way!)
I return to my recovery (and soon party!). No soccer for me tomorrow, but I hope to be able to play some video games and stuff. Yays! |
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