Go Royals...errr...

Rewind to Monday afternoon. I'm sitting in my spacious cubicle at work, enjoying a nice day-long e-mail thread with Kyle and Jess, when Kyle busts out the big guns and asks if we want to go to the Royals game on Tuesday with Kendra (my friend, his g/f). I, of course, jumped at the opportunity. I almost couldn't type "I'm in" fast enough. It's like my brain thought I only had 4 seconds to reply before the offer was off the table. Anyway, I get through the rest of my Monday, wake up Tuesday, almost pee my pants because it's Royals game day and, since Kyle gave us the hookup, we were going for free AND getting good seats. I survive my day at work, race home, change, and we head out on our merry little way. Bri and I paper-rock-sissored for who would drive. This is especially funny because Bri and I are the two most indecisive people you will ever meet. Our conversation went about like this, Bri: "Paper-rock-sissor for who drives?" Me: "Okay." Bri: "One time or best out of three?" Me: "Let's just do one time." This is where this story really takes off, we tied on the first two times, so we had to do best out of three. Bahaha. You kind of had to be there. Anyway, head out on the road, Bri continuously says, "I'm hauling mad ass." This is hilarious even today, because I laughed when I wrote it. So, by the time we're getting to The K, "madass" is said all the time and it's making us all laugh, so we started in on weiner and nut jokes (it was buck night, so hot dogs and peanuts were $1). I'm glad my friends are equally as immature as I am, because these jokes were cracking me up. I did learn a couple of things at the game though. 1) Ken Griffey Jr. STILL plays baseball. I know, I thought he died too, he's got to be at least 900 years old. 2) We found the lamest couples in the KC metro. They sat right in front of us. I think I vomited a little in my mouth when the one girl picked EYE BOOGERS out of her b/f's eye. Their male friend appeared to flat iron his hair. 3) The Royals always blow their lead. Sad but true. 4) Kendra thinks Big League bubble gum is called "Out of the League." BAHAHAHAHAHA.

Grandparents

"I don't care how poor a man is; if he has family, he's rich."

I ran across this quote today and it made me think of my grandparents. Maybe it's because I had brunch with them only hours before finding this. Anyway, it got me thinking about how lucky I am to have such great grandparents. Seriously. I think they could give anyone a run for their money in the g-rent department. They have got to be the two hardest-working people I know. My grandma will be 80 in a few months and still works full-time as a Realtor. My grandpa retired several years ago, but he still maintains all their rental houses and is in the process of completely re-doing a house they bought. He'll be 81 in October. Whenever I get together with them, I ALWAYS laugh out loud. My personal favorite from today would be when we were saying our goodbyes outside the restaurant and my grandma says, "what are you 24 now? you know, in my day you'd be considered an old maid not being married yet." Yes, my grandma essentially called me an old maid and, yes, I found it hysterical. The other guarantee of hanging out with them is that they ALWAYS find someone they know or have a connection to. It's crazy. They have found people they have connections to in other countries. They're just friendly people. I like to think that's where I get my friendly demeanor from. :)

Thank you for thanking me

I pride myself on being a very polite person, especially in places of service (restaurants, drive-thrus, banks, wal-mart, etc.). I once worked at a bank and found that people who were rude or had bad attitudes toward someone doing a service to them were appalling. Anyway, the one problem I've found with my polite demeanor is thanking people who thank me. Seriously. It happened to me today. I was walking out the door to my department, held it for someone coming in, and they said, "thank you." Yes, you are correct, I replied, "Thanks!" Really, Becca? People don't think you're polite. They think you have a learning disability.

Poop stall

Everyone knows what I'm talking about. Don't be embarrassed, just embrace it. It's common knowledge that the last stall in a public bathroom (especially bathrooms in the workplace) is the designated poop stall. I don't know how this started. Whether it's the farthest away so the possible stink won't linger as bad, whether it's so no one can see your shoes at the bottom of the stall, or so no one will see you through the tiny cracks in the door. I've had several funny experiences with the poop stall and the people in it. My first favorite would have to be the time I went to the bathroom (to pee) and someone was occupying the poop stall. I usually try to go in the first stall in bathrooms because studies show that is the cleanest stall. Anyway, the poop staller flushes, leaves the stall, and tries to quickly get out the door before she can be seen. It's like pooping is embarrassing or something. Clearly her mother did not read her Everyone Poops as a child. No worries though, as I'm sure you are all wondering, I did see who it was. Now whenever I see her around the building, all I see is a big turd. Just kidding. :) Moving on. My second favorite is the courtesy flush. I most often hear courtesy flushes when someone is having a "drop gut" experience. It's like they are trying to muffle the sound or something. Oh, and my other favorite, which I think many other people can relate to, are poop wars. When two people are in the bathroom, clearly both pooping, but no one can poop because they are a shy pooper. In this case, both people stay in the stalls until the other person gives up. Seriously. I think that it's not because you are embarrassed about pooping, I think it's that you are embarrassed about the childhood game you are turning pooping into.

Gerascophobia

Gerascophobia: Fear of growing old. This is the closest phobia I could find to fear of growing up. My 24th birthday is in mere days and, to be quite honest, I'm not ready for it. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love birthdays, but 24? Really? After doing a little self-psych exam, I think the problem stems from many people I know taking gigantic leaps into adultism. It's about to the point where everyone at my 10-year class reunion will a) have kids b) be married c) be married AND divorced or d) some combination of all of the above. How are people ready for this? I actually think I'm Benjamin Buttoning this bitch. I'm getting younger as I age. Seriously, I think I still act like I'm about 14. Maybe someday I'll learn the secret to growing up, but for now it just scares the shit out of me.

Becca just don't understand.

There are many, many things I don't understand in life, but we'll start with the basics. I don't understand people on facebook. They say the first step is admitting you have a problem, so here it is: I am addicted to facebook. Also, I'm like a true addict, I do not wish to seek help for my problem. Having spent a large amount of time on facebook since I first signed up in 2004 (yes, that was six years ago), I have compiled a list of things I find quite annoying. In hopes to learn that I'm not the only one out there, I'll share some.

1) Depressing status updates. Seriously, is it just me, or are the same people who update "Fiona Smith is tired of life, just want it to end" the exact same people who update "Fiona Smith wishes people would just stay out of her business, if I want you to know something, I'll tell you"? Well Fiona, if you didn't want people to ask, you wouldn't have posted it for the world to see. I try to steer clear of posting on any stupid status updates. My Mom taught me that if you ignore annoying behavior, it might go away.

2) Incorrect spelling. www.dictionary.com. Try it out. If you are advanced enough to use facebook, you are advanced enough to use dictionary.com.

3) Adding people you have never met. This isn't eharmony, don't waste my time. It's weird, and I'm going to reject you.

4) tHiS kInD oF TyPiNg. That is annoying. We are not in the 6th grade talking on MSN messenger anymore. Type like you are at least partially educated.

5) Interest: God, partying, blacking out, hooking up, the Bible. Really? Really those are your interests? Don't judge the life I lead if you think God really enjoys being mixed in with somewhat irresponsible behavior. I'm down with JC, but I also know enough not to be hypocritical.

6) People who flaunt their virginity. If you are this old and are still a virgin, it's not because you are choosing to be, it's because no one wants to hook up with you.

7) Having a conversation of what has been going on in your life for the past 6 years with your 1st grade BFF via wall-to-wall posts. There are two beautiful features facebook came up with. They are message and facebook chat. Take your conversation there. If 1/2 of my homepage is a conversation between people, it's a bit much.

8) Entire facebook albums of pictures you took of yourself. "Just driving to the mall," "Just watching t.v.," etc. Unnecessary. Make some friends and take pictures with them. It will be fun. I promise.

Anyway, I guess that's it for now. I'm sure I could come up with many more, but I think this blog post has gone on long enough!

UGH!

I knew I'd screw something up my first time posting pictures. Here are the two cut off pictures. I know my two followers are dying to see these :)! I'll try to do better next time. Who invited me to the blog party?!

Vegas!!!

Well, I'm only about 2ish weeks behind on posting, but my Mom always taught me better late than never. :) Vegas was a blast. There is talk of a siblings trip to Vegas with my family, and I'm more than ready. First of all, when we got there, one of our rooms ended up being a suite. Jackpot!

I don't really even know where to start. Even though we were only there for about 4 days, we packed so much into it that I really feel like I saw a lot of things. Bri, Brittany, and Jess rode the rollercoasters at the top of the Stratosphere, no thank you. I almost peed my pants just looking at the pictures. Kendra and I opted to gamble and get drunk while waiting. I've learned many things since coming home, probably the most important being that you aren't supposed to take pictures in casinos. Oops. :) They must not have been worried about me winning too much money on nickel slots. Anyway, my absolute favorite part of Vegas was Fremont Street. Seriously, if you've never been to Vegas (or even if you have) make sure you go there. It's way cool. Go at night though. That's my Vegas wisdom for you. I think next time I go, I'll probably even stay there. Anyway, I'll leave you with some pictures from my trip. That way you can live vicariously through me!

















Welp, that's all for now. I'll try to be better about updating!