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Some Firsts to Forget

My Girl movie kiss picture

Along with being behind on writing this past week, I also haven’t been able to read my favorite blogs. I finally got to catch up on some this morning in between work. Finding myself a bit troubled by my seemingly idea-less mind lately, I decided to take some inspiration from a Five Forks blog post today. It has been a decent amount of time since I thought about some of my firsts. Lets see…

First Kiss
It was the Summer between 8th and 9th grade. His name was Sal. Nah, Sal was so not his real name, but I think Sal sounds cool, his real name did start with an S, and it reminds me of one of my favorite childhood books, Blueberry’s for Sal. We had been “going out” (aka chatting on AIM) for about two weeks. Jazzy and I had convinced our parents to allow us an unsupervised gallivant  to the movie theater. Of course, we were not old enough to drive yet, so Dad had to drop us off. Super cool.

The first hour of the flick consisted of playing musical armrests, and when it was my turn, making sure to position my hand palm side up and open in order to make it easier for him to hold my hand if he would so choose. I couldn’t even begin to tell you which movie it was that we went to see, but I do know it was an action movie … ba dun tsss. Read the rest of this entry

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Drinking Your Dinner is Challenging

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Friday night is always pretty magical for us 8 to 5ers. It is finally time to unwind with no fear of the alarm come Saturday morning. Unfortunately, my body doesn’t comprehend this. I found myself greeting the day at a precise 8:05 am. Sigh. I tried to combat the wakefulness, smothering my head back in to my fortress of pillows. Nope, you are wide awake Becca. I eventually succumbed. The only possible option now was to go down to the coffee shop, fuel up with a latte (that I apparently didn’t even need) and start this Saturday off with what other than a blog post.

I have two distinct memories from my Friday. One includes my best friend mistaking a shot cup, that I had adopted as my ash tray, for her beloved Jager. This was almost immediately after the above picture. See that grin gleaming on the left? That would soon turn in to the most unsettling grimace as the floor became painted in the aftermath. She was a good sport about it. She is a trooper. It’s why I keep her around.

The rest of the night consisted of many more Michelob Ultras, a few more shots that didn’t taste like tar, and conversations about men, the mechanics of winking and Tampa.  (more…)

Facebook, Y U Make Me Sad?

This morning, as I do most mornings, I arrived to work my usual fifteen minutes early. I snuggled myself in to my office, opened my files, email, and fired up the web browser. Then I almost mindlessly typed in f-a-c-e, and the rest manifested itself. Facebook. So, I began the trek of scrolling, reading, and taking in every detail until I felt satisfied. Only this morning did I realize it is not ever really satisfaction that I am experiencing. In fact, it is quite the opposite.

This is a relevant link. It is for clicking.

I don’t think I ever made the conscious observation that sifting though people’s Facebook posts could be making me feel less of myself. Nonetheless this is happening. Now, I am a pretty confident and positive person. I have some truely outstanding friends, few yes, but outstanding. I am intelligent and employed (whew). I don’t have a negative self image outside of Victoria Secret, etc. You get the point.  This is exactly why this article had me a little taken aback. Not only did it confirm what I was ignoring but made me feel a bit relieved at the same time, knowing I am not the only one experiencing this. Basically, Facebook is your cool older sibling having a slumber party. He will gladly let you in the room to see what is going on, only eventually to remind you that you weren’t the one with enough friends to have a slumber party of your own. Then he gives you a wedgie or something. Read the rest of this entry

The Insightful Grad Gift

Cover of "Oh, the Places You'll Go!"

Cover of Oh, the Places You'll Go!

A page from Oh, the Places You’ll Go by Dr. Seuss

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Upon pondering how I could introduce a bit more about myself in my second post without bombarding anyone with a full on autobiography full of rambling, I came across the above photo in my Iphone album. This book was sent to me by my Aunt Bambi as a congratulatory gift for graduating college in 2010. I actually forgot why I had even taken this picture until I read the selected quote. It made me smile to realize, even when I had no clue what I was going to do or what I wanted, I at least knew I wanted to get out there.. way out there. It also served as a decent intro for what I wanted to write about today as well. That’ll do pic, that’ll do. Read the rest of this entry

And… Begin!

Hello WordPress!

This post will mark the beginning of an experiment for me.  Today will be spent exploring this place, and figuring out what it is all about. I have a specific job in mind for the future, in a place far from where I am now. Being efficient in WordPress is one of the skills I will need if I ever hope to get there. If my course changes between now and then, I can, at the very least, eliminate “Create a Blog” from my bucket list.

It will be interesting to test out my writing skills as well. Growing up in school, I was always interested in and actually good at writing. Well, so I was told… which may just mean I had good cheerleaders in my life. Either way, because of this instilled confidence, I stuck with writing. I wrote in diaries physically by hand, moved on to an online journal of sorts, joined my high school news paper staff for three years, and so on. Specifically enjoyed editorials. I am eager to see what I can come up with creatively as well as learning what I need to learn.

The plan is to also enroll in some other extracurricular skills classes (Photoshop, Social Media Marketing) … you know, whatever I can afford while still saving, and write about the experiences with those. Along with that, I plan to use this as a brainstorming outlet for sorting out ideas, plans, research, and any thoughts that will help me achieve my ultimate goal. That goal is quite simple in its beginning stages of development: fly somewhere new. When I say fly… I mean to move, live, work, explore, and meet new people in a place I have never been. Louisiana is my home at heart, but spending more than another year and a half coddling myself in such a small corner of the world has recently become a ridiculous thought to me. This will happen by the time I am 25 years old.

Basically, this will turn in to what it turns in to. It could very well just end up being a pile of laundry that never gets hung up.

Relevant tattoo (yes, mine). Got this Fleur De Lis on my wrist in New Olreans last year to keep me from getting home sick when I leave the south.

Fleur de Lis

 

 

 

 

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