Video

I did a video a while back (last week?) It's not totally me, I look really nervous and fidgety (and am blinking like a kook) - but I was hoping to give you a clue.

The real problem: Lighting.

I was able to watch on my camera with no problems, on blogger it looks like I like in a cave. So, I don't know what to say. You want to hear my voice, then click below. Otherwise, it's pretty pass-up-able.

Glad to present you with such quality work today! So yea. That was me. Sorta. I guess.

WORST.POST.EVER!

-b-

Always, never, sometimes....

I read someone's else list like this and dug it, so I'm going to do one today:

I always:
1. Read the comics in the morning.
2. Talk to dogs, cats, and babies in that annoying baby-talk style. I know it's ridiculous. I can't help it.
3. Try to send birthday cards. Real ones. Not texts, not emails. Cards with stamps
4. Lay out my clothes the day before, ever since grade school and uniforms.
5. Listen to music at my desk.
6. Miss seeing my sister and her kiddos.


I sometimes:
1. Have a tough time remembering things. Not certain things - everything. Not on purpose. I've been trying to figure out if I'm really that rude or really that flighty. It seems to come in waves, like I'll do it for a week or two and then follow up with being really 'on my game' .
2. Crave diet coke and/or Diet Dr. Pepper. I tried to stop drinking it a year or so ago, but still really want it. Most weeks I avoid it.
3. Call Mr. Moto my lovebunny. It's digustingly cute, but I like to say it.
4. Get overexcited about seeing people or doing certain things and end up a little spazzy.
5. Revel in being home alone and othertimes dread it.
6. Get so tired from soccer after evening games that I just go to sleep dirty. I usually feel all kinds of stank in the morning.

I never:
1. Get the pancakes right.
2. Like to look at my bank account, even when I know there is money (b/c then I'll def. want to buy something)
3. Was a picky eater. I try to eat right, have been on local/organic kicks, and get stuck in ruts, but really I'll eat almost anything.
4. Wanted to stay in Texas, but here I am and I'll admit that it's grown on me.
5. Sleep naked. I was recently told by girlfriends that I'm nuts, but what if you have to run out of your house in the middle of the night? You have to being wearing knickers.
6. Knew that supposibly wasn't a word until my coworker pointed it out. I've gone my entire life sounding like a dolt and no one told me?

YOU?

-b-

setting up

So, I'm a little unsure that I want to start a blog. There is the peep-show factor involved (do I really want others inside my head?) and of course, oppositely, does anyone really care what's inside my head...hmm...

I'm also trying to settle into setting this up. I would like to be able to add interesting pics, but keep leaving my camera someplace away from my computer - so no downloads. I'm a big fan of blogs with pics, so I'd like to offer the same.

Gimme some time to get my stuff together, then I'll join the community in proper fashion!

My first...

So. huh. This is my first attempt at blogging and really journaling since I was about 12 years old. I can't promise that I'll write more important or interesting prose since that time.


I'm not exactly sure how I want this blog to go...maybe I'll talk about fashiony things, maybe crafts? I like to make things with my hands, even I'm not really very skilled at it. I have some fun & sometimes getting interesting accessories out of it.


I should probably say something about myself, since this is first post and all. My name is Becca. I live in Houston with my husband Mr. Moto and a fair share of cats (4). I work as a biologist of sorts. It's a job: I show up and they pay me.


I like dorky things like museums and libraries. Here's the proof.


I like playing soccer and signing up for random sporting events. There have been triathlon years, running years, biking years, and soccer tournement years. Despite all that, I'm not actually in terrific shape - I just like running around like a kid outside.


I hope you'll stick with me.

-b-