pssst... i gots a secret over here...

I'm going to post this for theraputic reasons, and I'm choosing this venue because I know that I can trust you all not to spread this around.

I really want to see the Dukes of Hazzard. Like, really really.

I already sorta wanted to see it just from casting info (johny and stiffler? c'mon.) But then? At Batman Begins? I saw the theatre trailer. I, uhm, kinda got goosebumps when I heard the General Lee whistle dixie.

Please please please don't tell.

I do not, however, want to see Herbie; Fully Loaded. That you may repeat.



arrivederci, rebecca marie

daaaang, i had a real whole lot of hair

Have I mentioned that I'm moving? Well, I am. Today was the day that I picked to clean out my closet. I'm not a pack-rat, not by any means, but I do have two boxes of junk up in my closet. I decided to go through them and condense them into one box. It's basically the souveniers of my life. Some of it was downright frightening. for example;



That is my "me" pillow. I made it in kindergarten. I'm sure you are positively green with envy.



That is the beer that Shanna and I convinced some guy to give us while we were on a road trip. And by "give," I mean scoot his car close enough to Shanna's car that I could leeeeaaaan out the passenger window and he could leeeeaaaaan out of his driver window and I could take it. All while driving about 65 mph on I-5 near Seattle. We did not drink the beer. He drank about five in the time we were near him.



In high school, I was a stained glass master. Not only are you envious of my "me" pillow, you are now envious of my stained glass prowess as well.



This is some random junk. Feel free to make up stories as to why I kept it, as I have no idea. I'm only keeping it in case my amnesia goes away. It may be a cool story, I just really can't recall.



Those are student ID cards. They are not mine. For some reason, these boys were dumb enough to succumb to my beauty and charm and give me theirs. I was horrid enough to take them. I almost feel bad that for the remainder of that particular school year they had to actually pay their own admission to school functions. Almost.

And finally, I present to you... proof of the HAIR.



This is a charcoal drawing that some dude at Mall 205 did of me, Christmas of '91. Lots and lots of hair.



This is a photo booth picture of me and Shanna taken in spring of '92. While I was unarguably adorable (shout out to you as well, Shanna...), I had WAY too much hair.



This is a picture that for some reason, I have like thirty of. The portrait studio where Janni Laine and I used to work was interviewing a new photographer and they needed her to do a test roll. I was the guinea pig. And see? Say it with me, too much hair.

Okay, back to cleaning. grrrrrrr.

arrivederci, rebecca marie

i heart scott

Sometimes I get fed up with my husband. I mean, seriously, totally, done with the man. I mean, he is stubborn. Like, the kind of stubborn that is shocking it its unshaktitude (yes, that is a word, no need to look it up, just trust me). Also, he can get this look, and when he does, it frightens even me into silence. Yes, you read that right, even me. He’s not a gushy guy, not like girls dream about, anyway. I could spend an hour and a half in the bathroom primping, and he’d not even bat an eye when I came out. Also, and this is weird folks, he rarely spends time with his friends. Like, is he anti-social or something?

And and and, while I’m at it, don’t let anyone fool you into believing that this marriage crap is easy. It is NOT easy. It is hard work. All of the, remembering to consider each other over any other person on the planet, including children. Or, not treating perfect strangers as if they know more than my very own husband. Or, seeking approval from others first. Not easy. Several times in the course of our marriage, I’d’ve bet my next check we were headed for divorce.

But here’s the thing. I’m crazy about him. Mad, batty in love with him. Would you like to know why? Well, first of all, he is solid. Once he makes his mind up about something, I never have to doubt his word. I mean, he’s been in the same job for over twelve years, and I’ve never had to worry about a roof over my head. Talk about stability. Another thing? He is the only man outside of my father who can silence me with a look. I can’t imagine how bad it would be for someone spirited like me to be married to a man who couldn’t actually be the man. Scott can remind me of my role as his wife without harsh words, he doesn’t need them. I love him because he’s not a chick. I’m the chick! Not him. I don’t have to worry about him crying over a misunderstanding, or being oversensitive. He’s the man, I’m the woman. And as far as compliments go? That man makes me feel beautiful. That’s another time he doesn’t need words. Nothing like a man who whistles at his wife when she walks across the room in her holey hanes her way. Oh, also? He, without fail, chooses me first. Lots of times, his friends call and ask him to play poker, or go golfing, or on a gambling trip and he says no. I actually have to ask him to go and spend time with his friends. Not because I want him gone, mind you. But because he does have such a good time, and a man who prefers the company of his wife over anyone else, still deserves a break from her now and then,

I’d better stop, or I’ll never quit. See, I pretty much could never get tired of talking about how basically awesome he is.

You may be wondering why suddenly I’ve chosen to talk about him, when in the past I’ve barely even admitted to having a husband, let alone two perfect little monkeys. Well, I’ve chosen today because tomorrow is our tenth anniversary. Ten years strong and we still like each other. Yup, a real whole lot. We’re going to the beach, and thanks to an amazing friend, we’re going alone (wink wink).

I know that this has gotten long, but I will leave you with one more thing (and it’s not art, I don’t want to cheapen the way I feel about him)…

When we got married, we chose most of the music for our wedding together. With one exception. These are they lyrics to the one song he insisted on. It’s a bit racy, so it was used after the processional, when people were leaving. But yesterday? It came on in my car. My three year old said, “mommy, this is the song daddy likes.” The love of my life, is still listening to this song. Enough that a three year old knows that it is the song her daddy likes.

Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman – Bryan Adams

To really love a woman
To understand her - you gotta know her deep inside
Hear every thought - see every dream
And give her wings - when she wants to fly
Then when you find yourself lying’ helpless in her arms
You know you really love a woman

When you love a woman you tell her
That she’s really wanted
When you love a woman you tell her that she’s the one
Cause she needs somebody to tell her
That it’s gonna last forever
So tell me have you ever really-
really really ever loved a woman?

To really love a woman
Let her hold you -Till you know how she needs to be touched
You’ve gotta breathe her - really taste her
Till you can feel her in your blood
And when you can see your unborn children in her eyes
You know you really love a woman

When you love a woman
You tell her that she’s really wanted
When you love a woman you tell her that she’s the one
Cause she needs somebody to tell her
That you’ll always be together
So tell me have you ever really -
Really really ever loved a woman?

You got to give her some faith - hold her tight
A little tenderness - gotta treat her right
She will be there for you, taking good care of you
You really gotta love your woman...

Then when you find yourself lying helpless in her arms
You know you really love a woman
When you love a woman you tell her
That she’s really wanted
When you love a woman you tell her that she’s the one
Cause she needs somebody to tell her
That it’s gonna last forever
So tell me have you ever really-
really really ever loved a woman?

Just tell me have you ever really,
Really, really, ever loved a woman?
Just tell me have you ever really,
Really, really, ever loved a woman?

arrivederci, rebecca marie

little suprises around every corner...

So, I’m moving in the next couple of weeks. Not a task I enjoy, which is why I’ve not done it in eight years. For the most part, it is a very unenjoyable experience for me. However, in the midst of the horror, along came a jewel.

For your viewing pleasure, I have for you a picture of all of the items that the people who came before me left behind in the bathroom drawer…



Now, just in case you can’t see all of the labels, I’ll catalogue them for you,

4 toothbrushes, weathered to varying degrees
1 full tube Aquafresh toothpaste
1 container dental floss
1 seemingly unharmed ace bandage
2 sample sized bottles of some sort of men’s cologne
1 trial size Edge shaving cream
1 tube of antibiotic ointment
1 bottle nasal spray
1 bottle prescription eye drops
1 bottle “ear care antiseptic” (which is a really gross word, if you break it down)
1 complete set of Arbonne’s acne line
1 box of Nature’s Cure acne treatment for men
4 full tubes of Nature’s Cure acne cream
1 tube Preparation H
1 tube Monistat
1 tube Desitin
1 tube VaginexII

Oh. My. Word. I have come to this conclusion. This was one itchy, stinky, pimply, pierced, allergy ridden, accident prone, family. I think I’ll bleach the toilets…

arrivederci, rebecca marie

here you go, interviewees...

Okay, you asked for it, you got it. Here are your interview questions, don't forget to post the rules at the bottom of your interview so that others can play along...;

Tabitha…

1) You’ve got William Shakespeare’s undivided attention for one hour. How do you spend that hour?
2) If you could change one thing about your physical appearance, what would it be?
3) You are getting married tomorrow and you have to choose your groom. Your choices are Rodney Dangerfield, Sam Kinneson and Richard Nixon. Who do you pick and why?
4) You’re on death row. Describe your last meal.
5) What three things do you want to be when you grow up?



Breanna…
1) You found a bottle, rubbed it, and don’tcha know it, a genie popped out. What do you use your three wishes for? Yes standard wish rules apply, no extra wishes, just three.
2) For the rest of your life, you can only sing and listen to one of two songs, choose one. Dude looks like a Lady by Aerosmith, or Little Pink Houses by John Cougar Melloncamp.
3) You’ve got Jesus’ undivided attention for one hour. How do you spend that hour?
4) You have to spend 10 years in prison, no way around it. So, you may as well commit a crime to make it worth your while. Describe your crime.
5) Write a brief letter of encouragement and advice to you, ten years from now.


Danielle…
1) You’re on the Titanic, and you just found out it’s going down. There is room on a lifeboat for you and the kids. What do you say to Gabe as the boat is being lowered?
2) Desert Island time, you are stranded, what three items would you take and why. People don’t count as items… material things only.
3) You can’t ever scrapbook again. What hobby would you take up, and why?
4) You can only eat one meal for the rest of your life, choose one, tuna fish sandwiches with extra pickles in the tuna, or split pea soup with ham.
5) Do you vote? Why or why not?

Bill…
1) You have unlimited funds to buy Kathy ONE gift. What do you buy her and how do you present it to her?
2) Tell us a secret….
3) You’ve just laid the deed to your house on the black jack table. You’ve been dealt a seven and a five; the dealer has a nine showing. Do you take a hit? Tell us your thought process.
4) It’s all up to you; does the United States re-instate the draft or instate a mandatory two-year military commitment from everyone over eighteen? You must choose one, and state why.
5) Why do you get so mad?

Ryan…
1) What would make you go AWOL?
2) You can only watch on thing on television for the rest of your life. Doogie Hauser, M.D. or Full House. Choose one.
3) You have to lose a limb in order to save a family member, which limb and why?
4) You’ve got Colin Powell’s undivided attention for one hour, how do you spend that hour?
5) You can be on any game show, past or present. What game show, and why?

bloggerview with jolene

Here's a personal look at the real rebecca marie, as interviewed by Jolene Lim.

1) Who has impacted your life the greatest in the past year, and how?

In the past year, the biggest influence on my life has been, with out a doubt, my children. I have miiiiissed them and they have inspired me to make major life changes that will enable me to stay home with them. And that’s why I took them to daycare today. Because I need a freaking break from the monkeys. No, seriously, I can’t wait to be a full time mommy again. I just knew I couldn’t eliminate half of their toys with them watching.

2) What did you do on the day before your wedding, what were you thinking and feeling?

Uhm, honestly? SHOCK. Scott and I were (drum roll please) living together before we got married. I freaked one day, couldn’t believe the life of sin I was living (who am I kidding, we are all living in sin, but you know what I mean), and I left work mid-day to break up and move out. I remember where I was on the road (harmony road, headed west, between 82nd and railroad) when I prayed out loud “Lord please bless me with this man…” He proposed the next day, and we got married three days later, as soon as we legally could. Our tenth anniversary is six days away, not too shabby.

3) If you could change just 1 law in your country, what would it be and why?

Wow, really? Uhm, uhm, uhm, I’m trying not to think about my answers, and just SAY what I think. Gosh. I don’t know if this is a “law” thing or not, but I’d like to see more support of mothers. Like, the forced maternity leave in some countries. Women in this country leave two week old babies with sitters for financial (or not) reasons. How many of them would stay home with financial support? I dunno.

4) Share with us 5 of your bad habits (I know you have more!).

I’m an impulse buyer.
I am the target audience for reality (er, unscripted) television.
I have a blurting problem.
I pick at my hangnails until the bleed.
I rarely pick up after myself.

5) Tell us about your most embarrassing moment.

Seriously? I don’t get embarrassed. I mean, I actually can NOT think of one. Any one who knows me, and thinks you know of one, feel free to remind me!


End of interview.

Now, per jolene's instructions, I am offering to interview the first five people responding to this post. The rules are as follows:

1. Leave me a comment saying 'interview me please'.
2. I will respond by asking you five questions here on my blog (not the same questions you see here).
3. You will update your blog/site with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

So, who is up for an interview by rebecca marie?



arrivederci, rebecca marie

post employment celebration party

To celebrate my new found redundancy, I took my dad and my sister to see a movie.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I implore you. Go out, see it. Today.

Batman Begins is comprised of awesome.



arrivederci, rebecca marie

time doesn't fly when you're not having fun

this. is. the. longest. week. of. ever.

hooray for only one more day!



arrivederci, rebecca marie

a novella, by rebecca marie

Here's a little story that I wrote for all of you to enjoy;

tragedy strikes in south east - by rebecca marie

my mint mocha is all gone.

the end.

*the preceding story was based on actual events



arrivederci, rebecca marie

daily trivia by rebecca marie - volume IIII

Who ate too many excedrine, found her cherry flavoured starburst inspired lipgloss, and has to sit through another whole accounting meeting even though she is almost funemployed?

The answer is me.



arrivederci, rebecca marie

people are "ridiculous"

(never mind, I decided to blog after all…) I’m not that big a fan of people using pretend finger quotation marks. Problem is? I do it. Granted, it’s usually very sarcastically, but I do it, nonetheless. Doesn’t a pair of “ " wrapped around words mean that you are taking words that someone else said and giving that person credit for them? Here, I’ll show you…

“isn’t it better to just be a good person to begin with?” - Rebecca Marie

See how that works? That’s what quotation marks are for. So, if we are using pretend finger quotation marks, doesn’t that mean that we are, in fact, quoting someone? Why would a person say, “you need a (finger quote)shrink(finger quote) if you plan on succeeding in society.” Or whatever dumb example you’d prefer. You see what I mean.

But, we’ve decided as a society to take them into the written word as well. I’m sure I’ve been guilty of it myself, scroll down, you’ll probably find some fine examples. What made me ponder this today at all was that I’m trying to get my payroll done for the week, and I got a mileage reimbursement form that says at the top, “attn. Rebecca Marie, ‘payroll.’”

In this world of inappropriate sarcastic finger quotes, I have to believe that the person requesting a mileage reimbursement, and using written quotes around my title, does not believe that I am responsible for paying them. Hmmm. If they wonder whether or not I do their payroll, I wonder if they’ll get a check this week…



arrivederci, rebecca marie

your attention please

LISTEN UP INTERNET PEOPLE;

go buy my ring.

Now.



arrivederci, rebecca marie

(p.s. anyone who wants to buy my ring and emails me and tells me that they saw this blog post will get 1000.00 off. ONE THOUSAND DOLLARS.)

they're hot and sticky sweet

Boy, do I have a demanding readership or what? You go on a one week hiatus, and suddenly, bloggers from everywhere are leaving flattering compliments in the form of sentiments like, “blog more, dangit!”

Okay, here’s what you’ve missed;

Basically, the company that I "work" for has decided to stifle our will to live. Not my will, our will. We got an email that went something like this, ‘dear underpaid, over worked suckers; effective immediately, remove all instant messaging software from the glowing box that sits directly in the middle of your home away from home. Maybe you’d better stop looking at shopping type websites, too, as we’ve heard those are fun, and that’s no longer allowed. Also, start keeping time cards for the first time ever, because we want something to complain about at our next meeting, and we’ve decided that watching you come and go and recording it to the minute and comparing it to your time card is going to be the first complaint topic. Love, your boss. P.S. no more personal phone calls from your desk.’

Seriously people, what are they going to take away next? All the free porn? I’ll have to quit if they do… I may take up smoking in order to take breaks. So that’s why I’ve not been blogging much. Whadder you all trying to do, get me canned?

Next on the agenda. I went to a concert last night! It was (don’t ask me how this happened) a double header, Def Leppard and Bryan Adams (okay, you asked. All I can figger is that they are both managed by Mr. Twain, er, I mean, Mutt Lang).

There were, of course, MULLETS GALORE. I even took a few pictures for your viewing pleasure! This is, in my opinion, one of the finer examples of rad hair. We have on oh so natural looking spiral perm, just to the right of a vicious chick mullet. Yes, you read that right, that is a chick mullet. Not a dude.



This picture is a good example of one of the MANY original 80’s Def Leppard tour shirts. What made this one so special? Another chick mullet. Right. On.



Here is one of Rebecca and me. Aren’t we pretty? I decided to show you all my ample gums. All eight feet of them. I find it to be a really good look. When you’ve got it you’ve got it.



I’ll leave it up to some of the other concert goers to actually review the show. I was too busy gawking.

I’ll try to blog in my normal style with my normal frequency soon.

arrivederci, rebecca marie

P.S. i kind of pretty much hate the girl who got to go up on stage and sing "when you're gone," with bryan. kind of. pretty much.