Bekah v. Screen Doors

So, I had been home for less than 12 hours yesterday when I came in the house just before noon after grabbing lunch with my boss and friend. And on my way through the front door, arms full of stuff, the screen door decides to slam thus eating the back of my left foot taking a large chunk of skin a good portion of my mobility with it.

Dear Mr. Screen Door,

My foot is attached, it is mine, I grew it myself. Stay away from it. Good day sir!

Thanks,
Management

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Bekah v. Mashed Potatoes & Gravy

So last night was the big Christmas Party for the Youth Ministry at my church, and as a small group leader I got to sign up to bring a dish of my choice for “Christmas Dinner.” After running through what items I have in my kitchen as far as pots, pans, utensils and such go and what my wallet could reasonably handle I chose the ever popular mashed potatoes and gravy option. So on Saturday I drove my happy, school-is-finished-self to Wal-mart and picked up a box (the big one) of Betty Crocker Potato Buds and 6 packs of brown gravy — and yes, I did get extremely weird looks from the people in line with me and a comment or two from the cashier, but whatever.

So yesterday, around 5 PM, I decided that it was time to prepare the mashed potato and gravy awesomeness so I headed to the kitchen grabbed my ingredients and went to town. I should have taken the hint that this was not going to go well when my pot, which was my largest one, only had an inch from the top left of room after I put all the required items, sans Potato Buds of course. I did not take that hint and hilarity ensued.

Long story short, I used an electric mixer (pictured above) to mix the potatoes and gravy and there were mashed potatoes and gravy all over my kitchen, as well as all. over. me.

Bekah v. Shopping While Thirsty

When I moved to college and my parents were imparting wisdom to me, I remember them telling me to never grocery shop while hungry because you’ll buy more than you need. They never told me to not shop while thirsty. Which is precisely why I left Wal-Mart this evening with:

  • 2 liter of Coke
  • 12-pack of Coke
  • 6-pack of IBC Root Beer
  • 1 Gallon of milk
  • 20 pack of water

In my defense, I do have to make a crap ton of mashed potatoes and gravy tomorrow so I needed extra milk, and I do have a long trip on Wednesday that I will need refreshment for. But still. That is way too much beverage for one person to carry out of Wal-mart on an intended quick trip to Wal-Mart. Quick trip to Wal-Mart….ha, I’m hilarious, do those even exist?

So, finals are over and subsequently the Fall semester of 2007 is also over. Thank God! I don’t think I’ve ever been so ready for a semester to be over ever. I think I was ready to be done the day it started. This semester has just been so rough, probably the roughest I’ve had thus far. But with only one more semester to go, I’m totally pumped for Spring semester 2008. Bring on the cap and gown, baby!

I went to graduation this morning to watch three awesome people, Paul, Alex and Jeff, graduate from WKU. I haven’t been to a college graduation yet, and while 2 hours is an extremely long time to sit there and listen to names, 99% of which I don’t know, being listed off I still couldn’t help but think that in less than 6 months, that will be me.

*small fit of joy*

I can’t wait to graduate. Although, I’ll admit I’m a little apprehensive to finding a job. I’m ready to close this chapter of my life and open a new one, but finding a job…well not really a job, but starting my career, is only slightly (or majorly) intimidating. Over the last 3 1/2 years I’ve learned what my job does and how I interact with media, clients, superiors, etc., but no one over the last 3 1/2 years has told me how to exactly to go about finding a job. What do I say? When do I send my resume? Is this appropriate? Is that OK? Is this the best way to present myself? I. just. don’t. know. However, I do still have time to figure it out. I know I’m going to focus on my portfolio and doing some research about some PR and Ad agencies over the next few days while I’m sitting around the house waiting to leave on Wednesday. So I have a solid three days to really sit down, focus, and get a start on things. Granted, I don’t think I’ll figure everything out by 6 AM on Wednesday morning when I leave for Chicago, but I think I’ll have a much better idea and that I’ll at least be able to calm my nerves a bit. And that alone will help me enjoy my break better.

Wednesday morning I leave for Chicago which should put me there around 1 PM so long as I don’t get stuck in traffic or in bad weather. Jake should land around 230, and he and I should be on our way by 330. Can I just take a minute to express how completely excited I am to see Jake? I haven’t seen him since June, when he decided to go better himself by learning Arabic and if that weren’t enough he just had to go off and be brilliant at Oxford. And to top it all off he’s currently on the backpacking trip that I’ve always dreamed of. To say I’m jealous would be a stark understatement. But that’s all right. He’s promised to tell me all about it. And until I’m able to follow in his globe-trotting footsteps, I’m just going to live vicariously through him.

Well, it’s time to start preparing for Sunday School tomorrow morning. This week’s topic: Why faith is important.

Bekah [& Omaha] v. The Westboro Baptist Crazies

Dear Westboro Baptist Crazies (Especially you, Mrs. Shirley Phelps-Roper),

It came to no surprise to me today when I learned that you would be visiting my beloved hometown of Omaha, Nebraska this evening. Seeing as how you take every possible opportunity to express your extreme hatred for the country in which you reside as well as the people who reside in it with you, I kind of half-expected it.

Unfortunately for me, I was unable to greet you at the Westroads Mall this evening because I’m currently about 720 miles away as my classes have not yet ended for the semester. But it’s probably best, because I cannot honestly say that I would have had the kindest of words to express to you. Oh come on, let’s be honest, the words I would have expressed would have been about as far away from kind as words can possibly be. Because, basically, when you get right down to it, I disagree with everything you stand for and basically have an extreme distaste for the fact that you breathe the same air that I do — no worries though, I won’t be the one to decide when the breathing of that same air will cease because I believe that’s God’s decision.

However, I did think that I’d take the opportunity to remind you of some things that are found in the same Bible that you people-haters claim to read and believe in. I’m using the Amplified Bible in the event that you’re following along at home (doubtful).

“Teacher, which kind of commandment is great and important (the principal kind) in the Law? [Some commandments are light — which are heavy?] And He replied to him, You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind (intellect). This is the great (most important, principal) and first commandment. And a second is like it: You shall love your neighbor as [you do] yourself. These two commandments sum up and upon them depend all the Law and the Prophets.” Matthew 22:36-40

“You shall not take revenge or bear any grudge against the sons of your people, but you shall love your neighbor as yourself. I am the Lord.” Leviticus 19:18

“Live in harmony with one another; do not be haughty (snobbish, high-minded, exclusive), but readily adjust yourself to [people, things] and give yourselves to humble tasks. Never overestimate yourself or be wise in your own conceits. Repay no one evil for evil, but take thought for what is honest and proper and noble [aiming to be above reproach] in the sight of everyone. If possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone. Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave the way open for [God’s] wrath; for it is written, Vengeance is Mind, I will repay (requite), says the Lord. But if your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him drink; for by so doing you will heap burning coals upon his head. Do not let yourself be overcome by evil, but overcome (master) evil with good.” Romans 12:16-21

“You have heard that it was said, You shall love your neighbor and hate your enemy; But I tell you, Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you.” Matthew 5:43-44

I suppose it’s possible that there was a horrible mistake in the printing of all of the Bibles in Topeka, Kansas and those verses were left out. I doubt it, but I suppose it’s possible. In which event, I hope to see a mass letter sent to the families of soldiers, homosexuals and now the Omaha mall shooting victims apologizing for the severe emotional distress and damage you have caused. However, I suspect that those verses are indeed in your Bibles and since they don’t ring true for your message of hate that you’ve simply looked over them and left out their principle of love in your lives as well as your actions.

So, Westboro Baptist, I think it’s safe to say that if it were my place I’d have you successfully wiped off the face of the planet. But it’s not my place, because my God says that Vengeance is His (Deuteronomy 32:35, which by the way is from the same book that you quoted your reasoning behind picketing at the Westroads Mall this evening). God will have his vengeance, my Bible tells me that — he doesn’t need you to do it for him.

In closing, Westboro Baptist, especially Mrs. Shirley Phelps-Roper, leave my soldiers, their families and their unfortunate funerals alone and the stay the Hell out of my town.

Sincerely,

Bekah

Bekah v. End of Semester Blues

So, I’ve sat here for approximately 4 1/2 hours attempting to write this paper and it’s just not working for me.  When it comes right now to it, I just don’t care about the U.S.-Australian Free Trade Agreement.  I just cannot find it anywhere in me to care about it.  I know what it is, I know what we get out of it and I just. don’t. care.

There are 5 days of class left in this semester…and let me tell ya, they are certainly giving me a run for my money.  I have four projects due by Friday and thus I should be a whole lot more motivated than I really am.  But I am not driven at all to do any of it.  And with less than a week left to get my marbles together, this is not a good sign.

The odd thing?  I still have to power through finals week and I’m not worried about those at all.  Finals–bring ’em on.  This week–you can leave, I’d be all right if I didn’t have to put up with you.  I suppose you can say that I am completely and totally zonked.  This semester has truly run me ragged, I’ve got close to nothing left.  And what I do have left, I need to save for finals and my 12 hour drive home.

However, in just over 2 weeks I will be headed to Chicago to pick up Jake, my neighbor from home and one of my favorite people ever, and we will begin the trek back to our families in good ol’ Bellevue, Nebraska.  Christmas Break, take me fast and take me hard…ready?  GO!

Bekah v. Death

Death…I don’t deal with it well, mostly because I’ve never really had to deal with it at all. In August of 2004, the summer after my senior year in high school, my grandfather died, and as crass as this sounds it didn’t affect me much. He had had a stroke several months earlier and had been in a nursing home since then, and it was expected and I never quite got too close to him.

Two weeks after that, Uncle D died and that hit me pretty hard. He was one of my best friend’s, Mary Beth uncles. I met Mary Beth, and thus Uncle D, in Virginia and we all became pretty close, he and his wife, the appropriately monikered Aunt B, became like transplanted grandparents who were always at church prepared with hugs and smiles for everyone to have at least 3 of each and were never afraid to remind you just how much they loved you.

Today, I found out that Aunt B died. I was on the phone with my friend Jay when Josh IMed me with the news. It didn’t hit me, I mean, it was all so out of nowhere, I haven’t seen Aunt B in 2 years. Then I found the obituary and it began to hit me a little bit more. Then I went to dinner with Daniel which kind of distracted me from the situation at hand. And then I got home and it hit me. It hit me good.

Aunt B was one of the kindest, most loving, self-less, God-fearing people I’ve ever known. Putting her needs second to all others and ready and willing to love anyone she ever saw. I love and miss you Aunt B, but I know I’ll see you again.

Barbara McAllister Denson    
HAMPTON – Barbara McAllister Denson, 66, joined her husband, Donald, in the presence of their Lord and Savior on Thursday, Nov. 1, 2007, as she slept peacefully in her home.
Born Oct. 23, 1941, Barbara grew up in Dinwiddie County, spent her adult years in Hopewell, Va., until moving to Hampton, Va., upon retirement in 2000. Barbara retired with 26 years of dedicated Civil Service at Fort Lee, Va., in various office management, clerical, and computer positions.
A 1960 graduate of Dinwiddie High School, Barbara earned letters for her participation on the varsity basketball and softball teams. She continued her interest in sports until her battle with polycystic kidney disease
prohibited her participation.
Barbara’s greatest passion was Jesus and she lived out this passion in how she treated people-loving them, serving them, praying for them, and, most especially, hugging them. Her servant hood and selfless giving had
tremendous impact on the lives of others meeting both physical and spiritual needs. Barbara had a way of loving you into the presence of Christ. A special blessing came through her leadership ministry with the Mayfair House Assisted Living Center where she led residents in worship and praise to the Lord each week as her illness allowed.
Barbara was preceded in death by her loving husband, Donald West Denson; her parents, Hammie and Rebecca McAllister; five brothers, Jeffrey, Raymond, Herman, Albert and Myers McAllister; and three sisters, Mary White, Rose Alley and Rita Fitzsimmons.
Barbara leaves to cherish her memory two daughters and their husbands, Rebecca and Robert Styron and Shirley and James Bowie; one brother, John McAllister; two sisters, Nancy Krise and Helen Pitman; five grandchildren, Jordan Bowie, Meghan Clonts, and Rob, Hunter, and Hannah Styron; a great-niece raised under her guardianship, Mary Beth Bowie; as well as many nieces, nephews, and cousins and a multitude of friends too many to name.
A Home going Celebration for Barbara will be held at 7 p.m. Sunday, Nov. 4, at the Church of the Nazarene, 32 Tide Mill Lane, Hampton, Va. The Rev. Mark Wilcox and Chaplain David Green will officiate. The family will receive friends at the Church from 5 to 7 p.m. prior to the Celebration Service. Burial will be held at 10 a.m. Saturday, Nov. 10, at Southlawn Memorial Park in Petersburg, Va. Dr. Lewis Brown and the Rev. Charles Wallace will officiate.
Memorial contributions in lieu of flowers may be made to Church of the Nazarene, (please note in the memo: Barbara Denson Memorial Fund), 32 Tide Mill Lane, Hampton, VA 23666.
Friends are encouraged to visit http://www.mem.com to share words of comfort and memories with the family and to view a picture tribute of Barbara.
Service arrangements are under the care of Parklawn-Wood Funeral Home, 2551 N. Armistead Ave., Hampton, Va.

Bekah v. The Westboro Baptist Crazies

I’ll admit I have my share of things that annoy me: failure to yield right of way, tardiness and general/unnecessary rudeness just to name a few things. But the Westboro Baptist Church — they have worn out my patience and understanding and have skipped right past annoyance and straight to lividity.  The members of Westboro Baptist Church have made reputations for themselves by making un-welcomed appearances at funerals of fallen soldiers clad with picket signs that read “Thank God for dead soldiers” and “God hates fags.”

Albert Snyder, of York, PA, filed a lawsuit and sued the aforementioned Westboro Baptist “crazies” from Kansas — and won. Today Mr. Snyder was awarded $2.9 million in compensatory damages, $6 million in punitive damages for invasion of privacy and $2 million for causing emotional distress to the family.

Do I think that award in the millions is a little outrageous? Absolutely.

Do I hope that Mr. Snyder will do something productive with that money, i.e. fund support groups for those in similar situations? Absolutely.

But do I think Westboro Baptist Church owes at least that for all the families who they have so wrecklessly kicked when they were already down? Absolutely.

It’s one thing to be against the war. It’s an entirely different thing to be tactless and asinine with zero respect for those who have given everything they had.

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Dear Baltimore Jury Members,

Thank you.

Sincerely,
Bekah