This Made My Day!

So I walked in to work this morning hating life - seriously, TGIF. My mom has a friend from California staying over with us and is obviously not on Utah time and was up until 2am or later puttering around in the kitchen above my bedroom making all kinds of noise. Opening drawers, checking cupboards, etc. I didn't want to go up there and ask her to freakin knock it off for fear I might offend her. Needless to say, 6am came too quickly.

This website gave me the pick-me-up that I needed. Here's just a preview to pique your interest.
Evidently there's a team going to Anchorage, Alaska in May for the competition. I kind of want to go. Jeff at work thinks we could start a "Send Becka to the WBMC" only $650! And LOOK WHO'S GOING! I love that some of these guys are in costumes!

If you are curious what makes an imperial mustache not a wild west or the slight differences between the Garibaldi and the Verdi partial beards, look no further. A picture analysis is available at this website. I would highly suggest looking through each category and view the current champ. My personal favorite is the Imperial Partial Beard -- Karl-Heinz Hille. Who knew hair could go like that?! He looks like such a happy fellow.

Happy Earth Day

I like this picture, especially "I'm not trashy".

I need help! *sniffle*

So I got this email from Adam and for some reason was so upset that I locked myself in the bathroom for a good 30 minutes this morning at work crying. All morning I've been trying to figure out what my problem is and why this was so upsetting to me. Thoughts so far:
The fact that he admits to drinking or that he alludes to doing more?
The fact that it takes me leaving for him to get himself in the direction of the right and he wouldn't do that when I asked him as his wife?
Or maybe it's because I'm awful lonesome and the only person I'd like a hug from is the one that has hurt me the most?

In any case, I really need some help working through this.

Becka,

We'll It's 3 in the AM and I cannot sleep. I thought I would respond to your email, as I have been thinking about you and its been keeping me up. I guess there are just a few things on my mind that I feel like I need to share with you. My intentions are purely to share some feelings I've been having. I feel like you need to know them.

I have been doing A LOT of thinking about us. Lots of my thoughts involve missing you, and wishing you were here. I try not to let that cloud my thoughts of what's best for both of us. Since I began having doubts about my "doubts of the church", I feel different. I didn't actually make it out to conference, but since I have Dish, I somehow get KBYU. So I TiVo'ed the Sunday sessions of conference. I've watched most of them, but not all yet. It was interesting. I felt something I haven't in awhile and that made me think about something Bishop Lambson said when we went in October for our interview. He said something to the effect of: "You'll notice something is missing. Maybe not right away, but you will notice its gone." I'm pretty sure he's talking about the spirit. And I think this past weekend, when I watched conference, I felt that spirit for the first time in a very long time. I started thinking about my doubts and about what the BOM and the church teaches.

How can I deny the spirit? I don't think I can think my way out of that. I am smart enough (I hope) to understand there are different ways to think about things. Spiritual, intellectual, logical, etc. I've been using only two of the three. I am not saying I believe the church is true, but I am saying that I am having serious doubts about my so-called "conviction" that its not true. I have to listen to my heart. I think often times your heart tries to tell you something. Is that the spirit? I don't know. Maybe sometimes it is, maybe sometimes it isn't. I prayed for the first time in awhile too a few weeks back. I simply asked God if I was making a mistake. I think I am, at least that's the feeling I got. I've done some pretty stupid stiff since you left. And I don't like it, and I'm not proud of it. But I want to be honest with you. You deserve that. I think the Word of Wisdon is a great idea. Alcohol only leads to misery, and I don't want to go down that path. Sure, it can be fun for a night out, but its REALLY not worth it. Trust me.

Let me say, I am not doing this to get you back. I am doing this for myself. I don't think you will believe me, but I don't feel like I need to convince you.

Soon, I plan on attending church again. I want to give it a second chance. Will I come back? I don't know. But I'd be stupid if I just dismissed it like so many who leave do. If I do, I've got some serious repenting to do.

Anyways, I wanted to share these thoughts, as they have been itching at me for some time. You're still my best friend, and I trust you with my feelings.

I would like to know what you think about them. Am I kidding myself about all this? Ugh. Life's been hard since you've been gone. You were my rock. And I screwed it up. For that I appologize. It's not my intention to hurt you with this email. I really hope I haven't I want the best for you, and that means you're happiness.

I hope you are having a good day and that life finds you well. You are a great person Becka.

Adam

Holy Crap

This is worth watching, I think it's about 7 minutes long. At the end there is a girl who freakin 'jumps' the rope on her stomach. They don't even look out of breath!

Oh to be 10 again and jump rope without wobbly bits
and pieces all over the place.

I Wish I Were Joking

He called again. I blame Jessica Beecher for commenting "But I secretly hope he calls you back so I can have another good laugh". Thanks Jessica.

Luckily I had left my phone in the car and he left a message. I even played it for the guys I work with - they were laughing so hard. He obviously doesn't remember our conversations and must be just going through his contact list, making booty calls.

The message went like this: "Hey Becky (yes he called me Becky - idiot), how it going. Just…thinking aboutcha, hope you're having a way good night. And give me a call a little bit later when you get a free moment. Bye."

Shoot him, someone stop this madness. He obviously doesn't understand no means no.

When I told one of my co-workers about the call, he mentioned there used to be a Rejection Hotline. We found it and I texted him to call me at 801-820-4032. Try it - if he doesn't take a hint after this... I'll have to resort to violence.

Doing My Part

I don't know if everyone gets the email notifications from the Gap, but they're having an online sale - 30% off all their new arrivals. The discount is good for Gap, Old Navy, and Banana Republic through April 9th. Just type in the promo code: NEW30 at the check out.

I'm just doing my part to stimulate the economy, one shirt at a time.