Becca: Things Just Got a Little Out of Hand ...

Hey, everybody! (All. what, zero of you?)

So - we haven't posted in a while. I'll take the brunt of the responsibility for that. I've moved and had to start looking into getting ready for college next semester and working on and off at a local car dealership, and wallowing in self pity, and getting adjusted to a new schedule, and wallowing in self-pity, and ... well, the list goes on. I've been neglecting my personal blog, too [insert unashamed plug for my personal blog here: click!], so don't feel like you're the only ones being ignored! You're not. I've been ignoring everyone equally. :)

(You're welcome.)

Butanyway - did everybody have a good Thanksgiving? My favorite part of Thanksgiving this year was the three-hour one-on-one conversation that I got to have with my grandmother (on my mom's side), which is something I've never done with her before! And it made me happy, and two days later I'm still feeling awesome about it! Thank God for family, you know what I mean? Especially thank God for family who puts up with you (coughMEcough) and loves you (coughITWASMEcough) even when you're (coughI'Mcough) a hard-headed teenager. ;)

So yeah. That's all I've got for tonight, except that I think everybody should go look up the bands AWOLNATION and Florence + the Machine. [insert unashamed plug for my favorite bands here] Actually, you should also look up at least one of the following: The Vitamin String Quartet; Mumford and Sons; Poets of the Fall. And you should also to listen to at least ONE song by Lady Gaga. She deserves the respect, if only because she is an affront to ... pretty much everything. ;)

Note: Listening to "Born This Way" by Lady Gaga, "Little Lion Man" by Mumford and Sons, "The Dog Days Are Over" by Florence + the Machine, and/or "Sail" by AWOLNATION does NOT count as sampling any of those bands. I recommend trying "Alejandro" by Lady Gaga, "Feel The Tide" by Mumford and Sons, "Rabbit Heart" by Florence + the Machine and/or "Not Your Fault" by AWOLNATION if you're going to "try" any of those. Never start with the most popular/well-known songs. It gives you a false representation of the artist/group/band/whatever.

Okay, rant done. :)

Keep smiling!
(Becca-roo)

We're special.

I don't think we ever appreciate anything as much as we should.
And I'm not accusing anyone, either. I'm not near as thankful for my life as I should be sometimes. It's just very sad how little we actually think to ourselves: "You know what, I'm thankful for today." And there are so many things to be thankful for, too! SO many things.

Take a look outside! Today it was raining (WOOHOO!), so it was obviously wet. Have you ever thought about just how many rain drops it takes to create a puddle? How thick the clouds have to be to get that dark? And then I think to myself, God knows the answer to both those questions. ..How cool is that!

And then the next day comes around, and it's sunny! I mean the birds are singing, the sky is so blue you'd bet that God just took a huge paint brush and a big bucket of bright blue paint and repainted it the night before JUST so that we could be dazzled by its color again.

And don't even get me started on all the plants and animals that are spread all over this earth! Even the tiniest flea has a heart, brains, and a bunch of fun internal organs that I can't even name! And a stupid FLY knows exactly who to annoy at what time! I mean seriously, how could there not be a God.

Guess what? That's just during the day. If you ever look at the stars, straight above you, there are MILLIONS of those giant fire balls that look all pretty and sparkly right where you're looking! You know what else? That's just earth. Earth is itsy bitsy compared the sun, and the sun is minuscule in size compared to the universe it occupies, and there's more than one universe! Yeah, and if you don't feel small yet, GOD IS BIGGER THAN ALL OF THAT. Yeah. And he loves you. And me. And we don't even take the time of day to thank that God (who made it real convenient for us seeing as though we can talk to him at any time) for the food we eat, and the clothes we wear, and the fact that we're even alive.

But that's just what I think.

Now, I'm gonna share some lyrics to a song I wrote a couple years ago.. I thought it kinda fit the mood I was goin' for. ;) 
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Made Specially -Heather Hauer

Do you ever get a feeling that starts in your heart,
The feeling that this life just isn't it?
Yes the world is very real, but I think that when we die,
there's a God and a heaven waiting for you and I

(chorus:)
Here's the best part: God loves you, and God loves me
And heaven is a place where we can spend eternity
God created everything, from the clouds to the stars
From the oceans wide to Venus and Mars
To the tiniest flea, but you and me, he made specially.

If you've never had a father that loves you like he should
Then I know someone for you that would
He knows your every feeling, he knows your every thought
He'll never leave you, no matter what
(chorus)

I know it's hard to believe, but please try and see
That when you get down on your knees and say: "Please, love me!"
He is pleased, and he will love you forever
'Cause he made you specially!
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You're blessed! <3
 

Becca: The Eleventh Commandment

The unspoken 11th Commandment is as follows:

Thou shalt not unplug the fan in Becca and Heather's room.

The story is this: Heather and I were having a discussion during one of our late-night runs (we run together at night now - yay for exercise!), about PMS. 

Note: Yes, guys, you can gag or snicker, I don't care; we're girls, and as such are allowed to discuss these things. That does NOT give you permission to ask us "It's PMS, isn't it?" every time we get mad at you. The answer is probably yes, which means that you DO NOT want to make us any more angry by bringing it up. Just a word of advice.

Anyway, we were talking, and she told me that the evening before she had had a moment of, "I want to KILL Becca right now. She's not doing anything, but ... she's just ... I HATE HER ...". 

Note: Yes, guys, we have those moments. Beware.

We had a good laugh over it, and then I realized, if this was the time to come clean, I had a confession to make. It went something like this: "Well, Heather, the other night I wanted to go to bed early, and I was already kind of mad, and I went into our room, and I tried to turn on the fan, but it wasn't turning on. So, I looked at the cord, and you had unplugged it and plugged in your keyboard, and I had a moment of, 'OH MY GOSH. She did NOT unplug MY [which is actually her] FAN!! Where is she?! I'm gonna rip her HEAD OFF!!' ... and yeah, I didn't kill you, but I wanted to. Because the fan ... was unplugged ..."

And we laughed for a good five minutes over that one. Well, now it's a great big joke that I am that touchy about a fan (which I'm actually not, it was just a surge of hormones and hatred that needed to be aimed at something, and Heather happened to be available at the time). That is all well and good, because I can laugh about it just as much as she does, but it went a little too far last night, after we had both crawled into bed and realized that we had forgotten to turn the fan on.

Me: "Uhg."

Heather: "What?"

Me: "... we forgot to turn the fan on."

Heather: "... oh, shoot."

Me: "I'll get it ..."

Heather: "No! I'll get it! *scrambles to get up first*"

Me: "I'm on the bottom bunk, I'll get it! *gets to the fan first*"

Heather: "Aw, man ..."

Me: *clicks the button on the fan* *nothing happens* "Hey, the fan isn't ..."

Heather: *snicker*

Me: "... turning on." *checks cord* "... YOU!"

Heather: "I UNPLUGGED THE FAN!! ON PURPOSE!! BAHAHAHAHA!!"

Me: *seethes* "Well, fine! You get down and plug it in!" *gets back into bed*

Heather: *climbs down and plugs the fan in and gets back up, laughing*

The cruelty, readers! Oh! - the cruelty! Do you not sympathize with me? DO YOU NOT?! Oh, I suffer ...

Well, there is my story for you. Don't touch my fan.

Keep on smiling!