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Becca Anderson blathers about...stuff. Or something.

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Cancel That.

It's back down to a high of 48 today. On my way downtown this morning at 9 a.m., it was hailing/sleeting/snowing. Some kind of frozen precipitation.

Bummer.

Monday, April 10, 2006

Weather and Meme

Folks, it looks like spring has finally sprung in Chicago. AT LAST! It was over 70 degrees today, and it's been sunny for many days in a row, and it is AMAZING what sunlight at 7 p.m. will do for a girl's mood. I feel great, even though this week is going to be nuts. Only 4 weeks until the end of the semester, and I'm excited to be done and have a relaxing, creative summer.

In celebration, a meme:

four movies i could watch more than once:
Legally Blonde
Steel Magnolias
X-Men movies
Pirates of the Caribbean

four places i have lived:
Edwards Air Force Base, California
Los Alamos, New Mexico
Maryland (Frederick and St. Mary's City)
Chicago, IL

four favorite current tv shows:
What Not to Wear
Gilmore Girls
Good Eats
(anything Food Network, really)

four places i have been on vacation:
Oklahoma (Waukomis, Edmond)
St. Louis, MO (separate from roadtrip below)
Denver, CO
roadtrip: SC, Atlanta, New Orleans, St. Louis, Chicago, Cleveland, back home

four websites i visit daily:
washingtonpost.com
gmail
myspace
chicagoimprov.org

four of my favorite foods (at home or away):
pasta of any kind
peanut butter
pad thai
cheese

four places i would like to be right now, if not at home:
Cancun
Oklahoma
Maryland
Southern California
(Fortunately I'll go all of these places before the end of the year! Hooray.)

four pets i have had in my life:
Janet Jackson - gerbil, died of starvation (so bad, I know)
Mopsy - lhasa apso, had in Los Alamos
Lassie - sheltie, also in Los Alamos
Gabby - current kitty-friend

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

The Missing Piece?

I spend so much of my time thinking scientifically. My brain is filled with statistics and research ideas and methodology...which is great. It is what my brain needs to be filled with in order to succeed in graduate school and my eventual career. I need to think like a psychologist and a scientist, even if I want to someday be a consultant.

Furthermore, I LIKE thinking that way. It feels so productive and right. I am a problem solver, I like to figure things out. I love psychology. This is the right path for me.

But lately, I know something is missing. I know I need to be more creative in my everyday life, whether that means managing my time better to include sewing, knitting, writing, playwriting...I don't know. It seems to me like the creative process takes such a long time, and like I need to gear up for it.

What I really need to do is jump in. This summer will be amazing, I know it. I want us to write down everything we think might be good, without discussing the hell out of it first. I want to dive in and be unafraid of the product being bad. I want to get the creative juices flowing and feel whole again.

It's only a couple of months off. I feel it.

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

I Can't Wait

People, I am possibly setting myself up for disaster. Please note that it is February 7, which is a full six weeks away from the official start of spring, and over FOUR MONTHS away from the official start of summer. And if you are remotely familiar with Chicago and its weather, you know that warm weather is at least three months off, probably more. UGH.

The disaster part is that I am ready for Summer already. We had some unseasonably warm days in January, which just whetted my appetite for more! This is very bad.

I am hoping, however, that time will FLY. Maybe a listy format will help me feel better about how close summer really is? Let's see what's coming soon that will break up the time.
  • We are already in the 4th week of the semester, which means I'm 25% done!
  • There are only 3 more weeks of February.
  • In March the restaurant will get busy again.
  • Spring Break.
  • St. Patrick's Day.
  • High School Friend Jenn comes to visit.
  • March 21 is the Vagina Monologues (ticket information coming soon).
  • March 27 is my baby brother's 16th birthday (and I am now officially OLD).
  • April 30 is my dad's birthday.
  • First two weeks in May: end of the semester/possible trip to SIOP in Dallas.
  • May 27-June 3: MEXICO, with Mom and Ken and HS Jenn.
  • June 15-ish: Lindsay is out of school.

THEN, this happens.

One more summer "off" (from an office job, at least) is just the ticket, I think. It seems completely right to me. Folks, I am excited. I am really stoked to go and be creative and make something that people will see and (hopefully) like. And Lindsay loves the idea. We will write at the beach, at the park, at the coffee shop, at the ice cream shop, in my apartment blessed with central air...hell, maybe we will get serious about yoga, too!

Summer can't get here soon enough.

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Letters 2.

It is time, once again, for some letters.

Dear S,

You know I love nothing more in the universe than winning or being right, right? However, you also know that if I am wrong, I'll admit it.

Well, I was wrong.

I should have listened to you in the first place when you told me to leave you alone, but of course I thought I could fix anything with sheer willfulness. But you were right; time away seems like it has done you good, and it has definitely helped me.

So. I still read your blog (stalker!), and still hope that we can be friends. Or friend-ly. Or at least not openly hostile. But I won't push it. After all, good things come to those who wait, right?

Be good,
Becca

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Dear Body,

I didn't lose those 10 pounds on purpose, but man. Are you happy they're gone? I am trying to be good to you, what with the exercising and trying not to eat as much crap. Also, was the laziness over break recuperative? I know the brain enjoyed it, and I hope you did too.

Confidential to Shoulder: I will get you looked at as soon as I can afford it, I promise.

Thanks for being hot,
Becca

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Dear Beach Club,

You are the greatest invention of Jimmy John's Sandwiches, but shhh! Don't tell the other sammiches or they might get jealous. Your delicious combination of turkey, provolone, avocado, cucumber, tomato, and sprouts, combined with the whole-grain bread? YUM. It really hit the spot this afternoon, and I think you qualify as healthy!

Keep up the good work,
Becca A.

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Dear BABE the Beemer [ed note: she came with that name because the letters BABE are in the VIN.]

WHY DO YOU APPARENTLY HATE ME?!

OK, so the upholstery on your interior door panels is falling off. But I am brainstorming ways to fix it! And I know your bumper got scratched in the Spinning on Lakeshore Drive Incident of '05, but I just can't afford to get it touched up right now. I do the best I can, washing and waxing as seasonally appropriate, though, right? And didn't I get that Diet Coke Incident of '05 cleaned up right away? Yes, yes I did.

So WHY would you choose 2:30 on a Tuesday afternoon, right before I needed to be at a doctor's appointment, to BREAK DOWN in the MIDDLE OF THE STREET?! Honestly. If your alternator wasn't in good shape, couldn't you have just...not started? When I was still at my house? Or hell, last NIGHT when I was already AT the auto shop getting gas? So I wouldn't have to hang out with you for an HOUR AND A HALF with NO HEAT while waiting for the tow truck? I couldn't just LEAVE you there, you know! You might've gotten towed to the city pound with the other ne'er do wells, and you are better than that, BABE. (Additionally I think we already learned our lesson about playing Chicken with the City of Chicago, didn't we?)

At any rate, I'm sorry you're not feeling well, but that was spectacularly poor timing. Please make a note and try to improve the next time you feel a breakdown coming on.

I still love you to bits,
Becca the Driver

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Dear Eric the Mechanic,

I am sad/happy that you know my name without a reminder of the car I drive or the fact that I have red hair. I am glad we have a good working relationship, but am sad that we even have to have a relationship in the first place. However, you do great work and are always very tolerant of my dramatic and often last-minute auto needs. I also like the shirt-and-tie thing you and your associates had going today; very snappy.

I'll talk to you soon. Please don't bleed my wallet dry.

-Rebecca A.

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Gabbers,

You are so cute, as always. Look at you, napping with your chin on my arm! I don't know how that doesn't bother you when I type, but hey, whatever works.

I am baffled, however, with your obsession with trying to knock over any and all bedside lamps! Why do you have it in for them? I think you know that I love you more than them. Also, could you please shed some light on why you keep staring at the ductwork in the dining room? Are there MICE in there? If so, and if you ever catch a mouse in this house, you had better not deposit it on my bed.

Thanks for being cute and furry.
Love, the cat mom

Thursday, December 15, 2005

Guess What I Did?

Today I finished my first semester of grad school! Hooray.

Sunday, December 11, 2005

Three Weeks.

In three weeks it will be 2006. This is completely wrong and insane in my eyes. Where did 2005 go?

The holidays are always a nostalgic time for me, filled with love and laughter and good friends and food and memories of holidays past. Since I moved away, it is one of the few times that I see my family, and it is such a comfort to be in my mom's house, or in my dad's house, or driving down the red dirt roads of the Oklahoma countryside. Home.

Most comforting is church on Christmas Eve. When I'm at my dad's house, I drive alone to St. Mary's Episcopal church, listening to Christmas music as I zip through the black, cold night. In church, I sit alone, a stranger among the families. But in some ways that is okay. When I'm at my mom's, she and Ken and I ride together to a church I don't know, to fellowship with strangers. Either way, though, I listen to the same story of Christmas, and I sing carols in the candlelit sanctuary, singing out bright and clear even though I probably should spare the other parishoners that particular punishment.

Along with the comfort, though, is always a little year-end reflection. As 2005 comes to a close, it is only natural for me to think of where I have been this year, and where I am going, and to wonder: will I ever get there?

This year I did these things: dated someone great, went to NYC for the first time, quit my job, started graduate school, sadly broke up with someone great, started waitressing again, was v. poor, moved, started saving money, got my car booted, got very stressed out re: money and school, decided not to get another cat just yet, and (almost) finished my first semester of graduate school. I learned a lot about myself and my limits and I really learned about being alone and the goods and bads that go along with.

If I look at it objectively, I can be proud of myself. I have a few regrets, sure, but mostly the bad stuff was out of my control.

In 2006, I will do some things. Usually I set "beginning of school year" resolutions, but this year I will do some new year's resolutions. I have a friend who does hers quarterly, because that is more manageable. Maybe I will try that.

Stay tuned. Only three weeks to go.