Monthly Archives: March 2012

The Out of Towners

Traveling

Yet another one of my dearest friends is moving this weekend. My oldest and best guy friend, Z, will be moving to Baton Rouge for work. I tried to hold a grudge against him for leaving me here with no one to split pitchers of beer and shoot pool with. It didn’t last too long, and I doubt he was even aware I was holding one. I am too soft some times. I agreed to let him adopt my old smokey grill. I’ve used it all of two whopping times, and I can’t grill on the balcony of my third story apartment anyhow. So, we met at the bar to have a beer and a smoke for the last time in probably a while. After I handed over the grill, he left. I decided to hang around. Half Pint’s father died unexpectedly yesterday postponing our Tampa trip. Being  restless and disappointed I needed a little distraction. Bad news never has good timing.

Almost simultaneously as Z exited the building, two gentlemen claimed the two seats to the left of me. *Cue accent that was not coon-ass* “Ello there”. I greeted them with half a grin and a hello. As conversation ensued, I was patting myself on the back for deciding to stay for a while. My new friends, Steve and Matt, were in town for business both working for the same company as submarine engineers. They coined themselves oil field trash. Hardly. Maybe it was just my swooning over their accents, but these fellas were polite, handsome, and interesting to converse with. Steve was from Scotland, 37 but looked about 31, and was kind enough to keep stocking me up on smokes all night like they were bar snacks. Matt was from Australia,  31 but looked 37, and had me imagining a romance like out of Findingravity’s series of blog posts entitled Not Another Love Story!. 

Naturally I was like a fervent puppy chatting them both up about all the places they have traveled. Where they have been, what they saw, how they got there, and a million other questions. Read the rest of this entry

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Living: Don’t Let Relationships, Ruts, or Reservations Get in the Way

Since the beginning of August 2011 I have been making a conscious effort to better my life, find new passions, learn things I thought I couldn’t, and live a little. Things I hadn’t been doing. What provoked this revelation of change? As Cliche as it sounds (don’t worry I am aware), it all started with a break up. I will give you a little back story.  I will also try not to let it drag on, but I can’t  make any promises.

Lets go back to 9-11-10. My friends L and P, who are one of the most rad couples I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting, were engaged and planning a joint bachelor/bachelorette party. At the time, my best friend who I call Booger (maybe I will explain that one in a later post), had just moved away to start a new job. I met L and P through her and was disappointed that she wouldn’t be able to be my date for the occasion. I didn’t know really any of the other people attending aside from the merry couple. I convinced myself I’d have a miserable time and decided to skip out on the party. Then at the last minute, I pep talked myself into throwing on my best dress. Next thing I knew I was on my way to the trolley. You never know who you might meet, right?

Well… I met someone alright. Read the rest of this entry

Keep Calm And…

Keep Calm Carry On

Last night I received a text with this lovely rendition of the KCCO meme. This is my week’s motto appropriately, because I shall be toes in the water and feet in the sand come Saturday. I find myself getting a bit anxious, but a good anxious. Now comes the daunting task of trying to pack everything I will need into: a backpack, a duffel bag purse, and a small suitcase. I was advised it would be best to avoid bag checking, thus these three bags will have to do. Of course, being the president of over-packers anonymous, I have a feeling that one of two things is going to occur:

1. I will procrastinate wrangling this chore until Thursday night after cleaning out a bottle of wine. This will result in tipsy me throwing a couple of random and undesirable clothing articles and accessories in to my limited totes and later bitching at myself when I attempt to put together a remotely decent outfit once I arrive. I will achieve a lightly packed status but somehow still end up with all the amenities I need… and a few that I don’t.

………………. or, Read the rest of this entry

Movie Review Monday

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In my opinion Sunday is always a good day for opting to have a movie fest. Being that I had not even glanced my television’s way in about three weeks, I decided I would hit up my buddy Red yesterday. Red Box is outstanding. I must say more specifically that the Red Box app is the icing on the cake for this service. It didn’t take me long to choose two movies: The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo and I Don’t Know How She Does It. Is it obvious that I am a little behind on my cinema going?

Sure, I couldn’t have picked two more opposite movie genres, but I will only be reviewing The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo (Note: I did NOT read the books yet.). Why? I want you to actually keep reading, and I don’t want to bore you with a scanty few paragraphs about how cheesy and vomit worthy I Don’t Know How She Does It is and why. Alright, alright, there were a few humorous quips here and there. I’m only being nice because I still have a crush on Sarah Jessica Parker.

Edit: Spoiler Alert… if you haven’t seen it yet, go get your Red Box on and come back. Good looking out Agreycat.
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Cats: Mascots of the World Wide Web

cat dress

This is a dress. This is not just any dress. This is a dress covered in a print of cats. I came across this gem yesterday while shopping with a great friend of mine. She actually spotted it, and naturally we had to model it and take pictures for giggles. Not to offend, but who would actually buy this let alone wear it? Aside from the lovely aesthetics of this piece, the dress style alone could make even Gisele Bundchen look frumpy. Although I am often teased by my friends and family (pretty relentlessly) for mothering two cats of my own, this garment takes the title “crazy cat lady” to another level. Gee, how hypocritical. Anyway, I knew if there is one environment where cats are revered, it is the internet. I knew I had to share. Then things got out of hand when I composed this:

cat meme
Here is the lesson ladies and gentlemen. When all else fails, you have nothing interesting or relevant to write about, and you want to post something anyway, there is a simple solution. Post about cats. The things I do for internet. You’re welcome internet.
If you dare

Drinking Your Dinner is Challenging

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Friday night is always pretty magical for us 8 to 5ers. It is finally time to unwind with no fear of the alarm come Saturday morning. Unfortunately, my body doesn’t comprehend this. I found myself greeting the day at a precise 8:05 am. Sigh. I tried to combat the wakefulness, smothering my head back in to my fortress of pillows. Nope, you are wide awake Becca. I eventually succumbed. The only possible option now was to go down to the coffee shop, fuel up with a latte (that I apparently didn’t even need) and start this Saturday off with what other than a blog post.

I have two distinct memories from my Friday. One includes my best friend mistaking a shot cup, that I had adopted as my ash tray, for her beloved Jager. This was almost immediately after the above picture. See that grin gleaming on the left? That would soon turn in to the most unsettling grimace as the floor became painted in the aftermath. She was a good sport about it. She is a trooper. It’s why I keep her around.

The rest of the night consisted of many more Michelob Ultras, a few more shots that didn’t taste like tar, and conversations about men, the mechanics of winking and Tampa.  (more…)

Crawfish Withdrawal

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Growing up in Shreveport, LA crawfish were not eaten so often as the deeper southern areas of Louisiana. Apparently Shreveport qualifies as a Texan city by most Cajuns, being that it is so close to the border. I have come to automatically expect being called out as a “Yankee” as soon as I mention my hometown anywhere south of Alexandria.

Anyway, I never liked crawfish growing up. This is sort of blasphemy, but it wasn’t a case of faulty taste buds. I may be a Yankee but my taste buds most certainly are not. No, the problem was that I was a lazy and picky eater (at least when it came to seafood). Not only was I never able to master the practice of peeling the mud bugs, but I was also annoyingly finicky about deveining. Okay, I admit I am still annoyingly finicky about the vein. Devein ALL the things!

When I moved to Lafayette, I soon became a part of many gatherings revolving around this delicacy. Read the rest of this entry

Facebook, Y U Make Me Sad?

This morning, as I do most mornings, I arrived to work my usual fifteen minutes early. I snuggled myself in to my office, opened my files, email, and fired up the web browser. Then I almost mindlessly typed in f-a-c-e, and the rest manifested itself. Facebook. So, I began the trek of scrolling, reading, and taking in every detail until I felt satisfied. Only this morning did I realize it is not ever really satisfaction that I am experiencing. In fact, it is quite the opposite.

This is a relevant link. It is for clicking.

I don’t think I ever made the conscious observation that sifting though people’s Facebook posts could be making me feel less of myself. Nonetheless this is happening. Now, I am a pretty confident and positive person. I have some truely outstanding friends, few yes, but outstanding. I am intelligent and employed (whew). I don’t have a negative self image outside of Victoria Secret, etc. You get the point.  This is exactly why this article had me a little taken aback. Not only did it confirm what I was ignoring but made me feel a bit relieved at the same time, knowing I am not the only one experiencing this. Basically, Facebook is your cool older sibling having a slumber party. He will gladly let you in the room to see what is going on, only eventually to remind you that you weren’t the one with enough friends to have a slumber party of your own. Then he gives you a wedgie or something. Read the rest of this entry

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