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The Calender Project: February 2009

Posted by: Becca on: February 6, 2010

Alright, so here’s the February page of last years calender: February 1: Superbowl @ Patti’s Made Margarita Pie and Iced Brownies. Went to Hope Church February 4: SNOW DAY! and Caribou February 5: Crazy busy at work. First time to TimberRidge February 6: Hawthornes w/ Natalie (Manicotti and Tiramisu) February 8: Went to Dulins Grove. [...]

A good use of time

Posted by: Becca on: January 14, 2010

1. Put Your iTunes or music player on shuffle 2. For the first 5 songs that come up, list the title and artist and explain why you have that song on your music player 3. For the next 5, list the title and artist and any memory, person, or other association you make when you [...]

The Calender Project

Posted by: Becca on: January 10, 2010

Last year for Christmas, my sister gave me a calender from Shutterfly.com with tons of pictures on it. I knew I obviously wasn’t going to throw this away when the year ended, so I decided that I would write little memories/events throughout the year and keep it as a sort of shorthand journal. Now that [...]

Beginning

Posted by: Becca on: October 28, 2009

To begin, I will begin at the beginning. The beginning of my very first diary, at least. It’s purple, with pink ballet slippers and red roses with green stems all over it. The inside covers are pink, the pages- lined and white, with a place for the date at the top. There’s a little silk [...]

Thank God my Daddy is a Feminist

Posted by: Becca on: August 6, 2009

Feminism is…? Rebecca West: I myself have never been able to find out precisely what feminism is: I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat, or a prostitute. [Feminism is] a socialist, anti-family, political movement that encourages women to leave their husbands, kill their [...]

Posted by: Becca on: July 29, 2009

I wish the nights were longer. I have so much to say. I hate never being able to go home…that home is gone. I just want to sit in the barn with that sweet hay smell, that old worn wood. I just want to walk to the creek, in the valley, through the trees…I just [...]

Racing Fuel

Posted by: Becca on: July 13, 2009

Clay always apologized for the Monte Carlo. And for Saturday nights at the dirt bike track. I didn’t mind either one. But Clay played by the rules, and as a rule, I suppose teenage girls don’t want to ride in old beat up cars and go to dirt bike races. I don’t really know, I’ve [...]

The path to ruin…

Posted by: Becca on: June 24, 2009

My dad just told me a great quote my grandfather used to say to them (dad and his brothers) all the time growing up: “The whiskey glass and a woman’s ass have ruined many a good man”. That’s some Bible belt farmer wisdom right there…

Tracks in the snow

Posted by: Becca on: March 7, 2009

I went to the farm Tuesday, the day after it snowed. I forgot it was still there. I pass that road every day and act like because we don’t live there, because we don’t own it, it no longer exists. But it does. It’s not a person who’s died. It’s an ex. Who got married. [...]

He’s a little Amadeus and a little Mr. Holland

Posted by: Becca on: February 26, 2009

My high school chorus teacher just joined facebook and I think I have been more excited about that than I have about anyone else I have seen on there. Mr. Boyce is a key player in not only one of the significant parts of my life, but also in the significant parts of so many [...]


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