i found in my pursuit of God that He was much more hotly in pursuit of me.

Friday, December 30, 2005

warning, football content ahead

i will say this with as much dignity as possible;


my beloved oregon ducks, you know, the team that is ranked (er, was ranked) 6th in the nation, lost to the unranked (er, were unranked) oklahoma sooners last night in the holiday bowl. much different scenario than when the ducks beat the longhorns five years ago in the same game. five years ago, i was there, because i needed to see the ducks win eleven games in one season for the first time. this time, i was content to watch from the comfort of the in-laws living room. last time, a ten point deficit against an equal team was nearly laughable, as we had joey harrington, the come-back kid. this time, a ten point deficit was heart stopping, as we have kellen clemens on the sideline in crutches, and a pansy coach who won't make a solid quarterback decision (dennis dixon will be phenomenal when he starts using his head and stops panicking, brady leaf needs to panick a bit more and not be so cooool in crunch situations). last time, the ducks showed up for sixty minutes of football, this time they showed up for ten minutes or so.

here is what i wanted. i wanted the ducks to prove the BCS (not the BSC) wrong. i wanted them to prove that they should have gotten a BCS (not BSC) bid. instead, they went in and lost to an unranked team. that being said, i acknowledge that it was only a few short years ago that OU was in the national championship game, i'll let BSC (not BCS) tell you how that one came out. i also acknowledge that OU is a powerhouse. and unfortunately, UO is not. they are just now garnering the respect that at team who has gone to bowl games 13 of the past 16 years deserves.

at any rate... it was a knucklebiter to be sure. no, not in the sense that the michigan/nebraska alamo bowl was a knucklebiter the night before was, but a knucklebiter nonetheless. never mind that the ducks never should have gotten themselves ten points behind. never mind that tim day barely played. never mind that brady leaf threw an interception to call the game to a screeching halt. never mind that haloti ngata hurt himself (a fluke of the game that will probably cement his decision to go pro early). never mind that it is impossible to strike an offense against an eight man blitz when there are somehow nine other guys in behind them. i swear, it was like stepford sooners. they were everywhere. i blame this loss on only one thing.

the freaking unranked sooners were the better football team last night. congratulations to them.

i can't wait for the rematch in the fall. bring it on.

(no drawing today... BSC (not BCS) will be providing me a sooner logo to display on my blog for the next two weeks, that will be cartoon enough, don't you all agree?)

arrivederci, rebecca marie

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

why i hate christmas

so i got the mister this really suckie flip a page a day calendar. it is called "scuse me while i kiss this guy." every day you get a new really lame supposedly misunderstood song lyric.

according to this flippidy-doo-dad, some people thought that when fats domino sang "i'm gonna need two pairs of shoes," that what he was saying was "i'm gonna need two parachutes." i think that whoever thought that is anti-fat people, WE DO NOT NEED TWO PARACHUTES. that is not cool.

also, this calendar says that people mistakenly sang "eagle chips is not my thing. all this strange waste in chips really gets me down." when obviously bobby brown was saying "ego trips is not my thing. all these strange relationships really get me down." that is also dumbtastic, there are no eagle chips.

apparently when chumbawumba was out tubthumping, it caused a few people to believe that they "hate no doubt, but i get over it." when clearly what they said was, "i get knocked down, but i get up again." who could possibly hate no doubt? that freaking holla back ridiculousness, yes, but the original no doubt? that was clearly wrong. no way anyone was ever hating on i'm just a girl or don't speak. no way.

to all of you idiots who thought that everclear was "still living with your goats," look around, man! you still have all of your goats. he was in santa monica, "still living with your ghost."

here is my greatest issue. according to the main ingredient, "everybody plays the fool sometimes." this is accurate information. but when people were going around singing "everybody plays the flute sometimes," man that is just wrong.

where is my flute? i have never played the flute! this calendar is a liar. and that is why i hate christmas.

arrivederci, rebecca marie

Thursday, December 22, 2005


i mean...


may you all enjoy a happy christmas! take some time out to remember our savior this year. save some money to do something good with, whoever you are are running out to buy that last minute gift for probably doesn't need it anyway. don't drink too much. give someone a hug, and slip a candy cane into their hand. remember that the clerk at the grocery is grouchy because she's worked too much overtime and just wants to be home as bad as you do. don't cut anyone off, if you can help it. make a new tradition, if you've a family, stop and have some cocoa and a story at 2:00 on saturday afternoon, or bring cocoa to your next door neighbor if you don't have family... anything... just make a new tradition. sit down for a while, even if the kitchen is a mess. skip your shower one day this weekend. feed the birds and the squirrels your heals of bread, they don't know it's christmas, but they know food is scarce. mostly, love each other... be good people.

see you in a while.

happy happy happy

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arrivederci, rebecca marie

Tuesday, December 20, 2005


the talking picture box is set to the disney channel. why why why did i just see a they might be giants music video about the alphabet? i was only at the "slight head tilt" level of confusion when they did the theme song for malcolm in the middle, but children's songs for disney? i am at full "quick side to side head shake" confusion mode.

if i hear the dead milkmen doing a lead in to the wiggles, or see the violent femmes are opening for dora the explorer (and diego, too!) on ice, i will know that it is armageddon.

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arrivederci, rebecca marie

Sunday, December 18, 2005

the whos puked summore - or - artsy fart part deux

there will be no more of the cookie painting this year. i am all done. also why does it look like i only used like four colours when i went to so much trouble to use like eight colours. someone buy me a nicer digital camera so that next years cookies look nicer, please. and just one more thing, you should all be advised that these cookies are all the big. i can only bake four at a time. so even though you might be thinking, "man, she is stingy, she does not make very many cookies," rest assured that one cookie is barely less than the legal limit of cookie.

thank you mia, for calling them "artsy fartsy," cause now that is all i can think of when i see them. also, the preceeding sentences was not comprised of sarcasm. i am actually thrilled to think of them as that.

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arrivederci, rebecca marie

Friday, December 16, 2005

who puke

this really should go on my timeless art blog, but frankly i'm too lazy to log out of this account and remember the passwords and thingies for the other one.

so here you go.

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arrivederci, rebecca marie

daily trivia by rebecca marie - volume IIIIII

Who wishes her coffee pot would hurry up, is tired of unseasonably cold weather with no snow, and wishes pepsodent toothpaste was accepted by the ADA as it is her favourite tasting toothpaste?

The answer is me.

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*disclaimer - i do not currently, nor ever will i, own a pair of uhgs. or uggs, or uhhgs, or whatever they are called.

arrivederci, rebecca marie

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

copyright THIS

Since I'm still being sworn at and about all over the internet in regard to other peoples inventions, I thought I'd set the record straight about a few of my inventions.

Here are a few things that I invented:

Puting periods between each word when I want. to. make. a. point. yup. I was the first person to ever do that.

Making drawings for people to enjoy. I'm an MS paint pioneer!

Saying accountabecause. No one ever said that before. Especially not in the movie 13 Going on 30.

Making picture links for people to click on. That was one of my best ideas.

Signing off in another language. Now there are posers everywhere saying things like, adios, ciao, and all sorts of other things. I THOUGHT OF THAT.

Putting a scrolling marquee on my blog. Now you all want one, don't you? Too bad, I invented it!

Writing lists of a hundred random things about myself. Aren't you all so glad I invented that? Now you can read them everywhere!

I'm sure there are more things that I invented. I'm constantly finding ways to better the internet. But you get the idea, and I don't want to brag. Go ahead and congratulate yourself for finding the blog of such a visionary!

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arrivederci, rebecca marie

new feature...

I decided to use my rad inventing skills to invent a new feature. Practically everyone and their dog (i invented dogs) participates in HNT, which I basically refuse to aknowledge (i invented refusing and aknowledging). Well, I am going to invent a new trend.

Ladies and Gentlemen (i invented gentlemen, i really wish i'd've thought of ladies [i invented contractions {not the labor kind}]), I proudly present to you:


Here are three emails, that I have received this week, and they were chosen (i invented choosing) completely at random (the names of senders will be kept private).

1 - "Where are you guys going? Somewhere fun? What should I make for the Robert's??"

2 - "Hello Rebecca Marie;

I enjoy your sense of humor and I check your blog daily for new posts. I believe you are a nice person and I think that Captain Howdy Girl is wrong in her feeble attempts to attack your character. Please read the information that I've enclosed below. Captain Howdy Girl didn't even invent the name of her blog - she stole it from someone else. The name "HP SAUCE" - is a legally trademarked product of Heinz. I wonder if she asked their permission to use their name for her blog? :-O I just thought this information might be of interest to you. I wish you all the best.


Tom (this gentleman was kind enough to read this post, and give me permission to identify him... of which i am grateful, and so will you all be. he is an amazing poet, and his work can be read here [i invented asheville, nc.]).

HP Sauce

The HP Sauce logo HP Sauce is a condiment, a popular brown sauce produced in Aston, Birmingham, England. It has a malt vinegar base blended with fruit and spices and is usually eaten as an adjunct to hot or cold savoury food, or used as an ingredient in soups or stews.

The original recipe for HP Sauce was invented and developed by F.G. Garton, a grocer from Nottingham. F.G. Garton's Sauce Manufacturing began to market HP Sauce in 1903. Garton came to call the sauce HP because he had heard that a restaurant in the Houses of Parliament had begun serving it.

The brand is now owned by Heinz

Generic copies of HP are known simply as "brown

(Copied from Wikipedia)"

3 - "Are we still on for Saturday? I'll assume we are unless I hear from you, see you then."

I hope you enjoyed this first edition (i invented first editions) of Random Email Wednesday! Feel free to follow suit (i think it goes without saying, i invented suits).

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arrivederci, rebecca marie

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

yes, if i can look like me

Did anyone else see this advertisement on MSN today? My no likie.

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arrivederci, rebecca marie

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

who haiku? haiku you!

Here is a little game that I thought we could all play! I'm sure I didn't invent it, but it occurred to me, and that's close enough!

Here's how it will work.

I will write the first 5-7-5 haiku, just like the tradition dating back to the 15th century, then, you write the next haiku. Here's what'll make it a game. Your haiku must begin with the word that mine ends with, and so on.

So, let's begin!

Oh gentle bloggers,
write with friendship as motive
feelings are fragile.

so the next haiku should begin with the word "fragile." now have fun!

(just for grins... lookie lookie at this post! hooray for this game catching on! and he even has friends talking about the game. i love blogging in a world where people get along and respect each other. welcome new friends!)

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arrivederci, rebecca marie

I Thessalonians 5:15-24

I want to tell you all how truly sorry that I am if my using Captain Howdy Girls Haiku game led any of you to question my faith, my desire to walk with God, my passion for advancing his kingdom. I firmly believe that as a disciple of Christ, it is my responsibility to refrain from any activity that can be misunderstood as evil, and especially those that cause my brothers and sisters to stumble.

So, with a heavy heart, I will remove the Haiku game from my blog. Whatever it takes to stop people from accusing me of having "non-christian," or "non-church-person" behavior.

The only reason that I didn't remove the post sooner is that many of you played the game. Is it fair to punish any of you for simply playing a game? I do not think so. So I am copying all of your Haikus here. You wrote them, and you deserve for them not to be deleted.


i don't like pretzels
they are too salty and gross
don't make me eat them

(star wars)
the worst line ever
in star wars episode two
han replies "i know

(pee wee herman)
in the movie "blow"
he played a serious role
believe it or not

city of bridges
happy mix of Left and Right
it might snow today

santa's little slaves
with pointy ears and striped tights
really creep me out


Pretzels are the stuff
Salted, plain, baked or coated
Chocolate is the best

(bellybutton lint)
Bellybutton lint
good for nothing t-shirt barf
kinda gross to see

Heart racing, cheeks flushed
He leans in for your first kiss
Will you faint? Maybe.


(star wars)
A beeping trash can
A whining son of Vader
"Don't get cocky kid."

Dag, yo! ROY-G-BIV
Happy refraction of light,
like Mork's suspenders.


Bleach and mop in hand
Cleaning up vomit all day
Groundskeeper Willie!


(black holes)
gravity pulls all
no light will escape the pull
better far than near


big and tall they reach
powerful creatures they stand
oops, they are gone now


Easter’s currency:
tiny pebbles of sugar
squished under my tongue.

Captain Howdy Girl:

Dejavu haikus
Me likes them very much too
And poop poopy do


My friend's brother Jim
Lives in Eugene, Oregon.
Oops, that's not Portland.

Mr. Humble Guy:

(mall food courts)
Burgers and pizza,
Chinese food and deep fried goods...

Just like the sunset
The Titanic disappeared
Ha ha! Leo drowned!

I can't understand
Why some people like their fish
Completely uncooked


Pretzels are salty
Just like Rebecca Marie
They are twisted!


I like necks
Pumping sweet honey
coursing life

Little Miss:

(roman numerals)
roman numerals
five syllables already
aw crap, one line left

Jason Hill:

(chocolate - this one was my personal favorite)
Chocolat the film
has one more syllable than
chocolate the candy


Is chemistry bad?
Made crystal meth possible...
But also Twinkies!

(NIV) 15Make sure that nobody pays back wrong for wrong, but always try to be kind to each other and to everyone else.

16Be joyful always; 17pray continually; 18give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus.

19Do not put out the Spirit's fire; 20do not treat prophecies with contempt. 21Test everything. Hold on to the good. 22Avoid every kind of evil.

23May God himself, the God of peace, sanctify you through and through. May your whole spirit, soul and body be kept blameless at the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ. 24The one who calls you is faithful and he will do it.

in love and faith in Jesus Christ who has set me free, and because He lives, arrivederci, rebecca marie

Monday, December 05, 2005

it is official

i am too tired. i am lucky enough to live in a home with smoke detectors. now now, no need to be envious. look up at your ceilings. i'd wager you've got them, too. they're round and flat and generally have a flashing light of either red or green (festive!).

yesterday the upstairs one began beeping. not detecting any smoke, mind you. just beeping. not siren-esque in the least. just about every third minute or so it would let off a mini-alarm, "hey (it seemed to say), you might come check on me to make sure i'm functional." well, the reset button was pressed, and all was well.

sort of. you see, after the reset button is used, it still emits the every-three-minutes-semi-screech for fifteen minutes or so. juuuuust long enough to trick you into thining that the button had not been fully pressed. well, you can't fool me, alarm. i'm not falling for your tricks.

at any rate, a relaxing sunday afternoon ensued.

the alarm required resetting in the middle of the night, however. twice. once at three o'clock in the morning, and again at four thirty.

hate hate hate

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arrivederci, rebecca marie

Saturday, December 03, 2005

i am she-rah. princess of power.

I just took out my own stitches! Basically, I was aaaallll the tired of favoring my hand, for fear of catching the stitches on something. The only solution I could think of was to be rid of the stitches. And, I was supposed to go in on Monday to have them removed anyway, so it's not like I'm that premature.

The first one came out super dooper easy. By the fifth one, I was leaning on the wall, trying not to faint. I'm pretty much certain that the reason the first one came out easy is the adrenaline. Reality set in and it wasn't, uhm... fun.

But they're out, and I lived, so hooray.

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arrivederci, rebecca marie

i tried to apologize....

i even tried to do it privately. i could tell an apology was in order because she seemed to be offended by the fact that i deleted her comment with the eff word in it, and by other comments that she had left. but the email that i sent to captain howdy girl came back as undeliverable. so then, i went to her blog to try to find her email address, and it was removed, which of course i understand, as she has a stalker.

but what i found there was copyright information, and a sentiment about how people who steal her ideas lack creativity.

well anyway, just in case she comes back here ever, here is the text of the email that i tried to send to her;

subject: haiku game - an apology

I am so sorry for overstepping my bounds with your haiku game. I really just thought it was brilliant, which was why I wanted to use it. As far as the disclaimer went, the majority of the people who I link to, and who read and comment on my blog are church planters (like me) and missionaries, and would be beyond offended if they felt that I had "sent" them to a site where there was, in their eyes, questionable content. I even have an "18+" reference on a webcomic that I like who occasionally curses in her comics.

I feel terrible that it may have been perceived as an attack, I certainly didn't intend it to be. I really enjoy your blog, obviously, I check it often, which is why I gave credit for the game. And, yes, you are right, I should have asked you if I could use your game, and again, I apologize for that as well.

i feel the need to come back and add... i really do mean this apology. this is not my way of starting a war, or 'retaliating' or whatever. i really hope this is not misunderstood.

Friday, December 02, 2005

attention coffee pot people;

I am tired of cleaning coffee off of my counter every time I pour coffee. Please fix this problem immediately. I know that this is not a result of my rotten pouring skills, as I have discussed this with friends, and they spill, too. We, the general public, are tired of your complete and total disregard for the cleanliness of our kitchen counters. It must be nice to work in an industry where a job well done is nothing to strive for. Thanks a real whole lot for an inferior product.

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arrivederci, rebecca marie

Thursday, December 01, 2005

all i want for christmas...

is to never hear mariah carrey sing christmas songs again. ever. it makes my ears bleed.

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arrivederci, rebecca marie