tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77418653996300617242024-03-12T16:02:56.986-07:00The Girl Named Chuck<i>You stay classy and thanks for stopping by!</i>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03174623046092473433noreply@blogger.comBlogger180125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741865399630061724.post-38262144686436295272011-07-21T14:07:00.000-07:002011-07-21T14:12:25.999-07:00Miss The Misery<div style="text-align: center;"><i>Don't change your mind,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>you're wasting light.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>-Miss The Misery by Foo Fighters</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;">Slow your roll. I'm not miserable at all so don't get to thinking, "my goodness, ANOTHER emo post? Grow up, girlfriend."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Precisely the opposite. I am thrilled with where my life is. Sure, I have moments of extreme anxiety (typically when I'm PMS-y, then it goes away), but otherwise? I am so happy with my life.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Have things ever felt different for you? Boyfriend and I have been talking, making plans and this time, plans feel different. Plans feel <i>real</i>. Universe is telling me, "yes, this is the time."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">That Foo Fighters lyric has been sticking with me the last couple of days. Whenever I feel lazy, unmotivated, I think of the lyric above. I need to stop wasting my time and get a move on. I have a plan, I have ideas, now I need to act on them. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And for once, I'm so motivated to actually achieve something. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Go team!</div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03174623046092473433noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741865399630061724.post-30004129156884689772011-07-08T00:42:00.000-07:002011-07-08T00:43:12.092-07:00Hey. Come to this thing.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjixQqsQcsJN8Pxg-hls9bfHfEShqeLXHi2s3Roaf53wZC3Zlbpjyr6-xypwt8Xim_KGg9I0EFbUGK4IPdn9EMq-hK2cBn3Jh9M8hei2aI1oz4JDk9PwWuTWzvJGFGdSwBAIO9WOYLX/s1600/scdg.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjixQqsQcsJN8Pxg-hls9bfHfEShqeLXHi2s3Roaf53wZC3Zlbpjyr6-xypwt8Xim_KGg9I0EFbUGK4IPdn9EMq-hK2cBn3Jh9M8hei2aI1oz4JDk9PwWuTWzvJGFGdSwBAIO9WOYLX/s400/scdg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626883808729340146" /></a>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03174623046092473433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741865399630061724.post-32278863734189621642011-06-21T14:44:00.000-07:002011-06-21T15:23:19.260-07:00Read all about it!It seems that people read this blog. It also seems they get crazy enough to let me know they read it and that I need to update more often. WELL THEN. Let's see what I can remember...<br /><br />February:<br /><ul><li>I posted about this on my last post, but I am officially a Bomber Babe. It is so great skating with this group of girls. The Bombers are the geekiest of the bunch. I can't believe I wanted to be a Cleaver when I feel like I belong to the Bombers. We win pretty much every scrimmage and we don't have private practices, we're <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span> good.<br /></li><li>My boyfriend got a job with the Country Club. So, what that means is he eats better than I do and eats it for free.<br /></li></ul>March:<ul><li>I removed the MUSE decal from my back window and replaced it with a Bombers decal. I'm really into roller derby.</li><li>I REMEMBER MY BIG NEWS FROM THE LAST POST! My league is going BANKED TRACK. Allow me to explain to you what that is. Right now, we skate and compete on flat surfaces. That's cool and all, but have you seen <span style="font-style: italic;">Whip It</span>? Or any other show about roller derby? Our track will go from this ___ to this /. Except not at that angle. That's just dangerous.</li><li>The Being Human finale about killed me. (BBC, not US. Get it together.)</li><li>My mom got a Wii. So, we play that every now and then.</li></ul>April:<br /><ul><li>I finally moved out of my parents basement. I am a grown up. I live with my boss, and her mom (her boss) owns the house. It's a good thing we like each other. She is teaching me so many things: Don't use a microwave (it'll give you cancer), don't cook on the wrong side of the tin foil (it'll give you cancer), be careful when using teflon (it'll give you cancer), use detergent with "HE" on the label (it will eff up your high efficiency washer, verdicts out on if it will give you cancer).<br /></li><li>Saw David Sedaris do a reading at Kingsbury Hall. I about peed my pants. He is one of my favorite authors so it was kind of incredible to see/hear him live.</li><li>Foo Fighters went on tour (October 11, tickets please).</li><li>I had a birthday and turned a boring 22 years old. Wake me when I can rent a car.</li><li>I fostered my first foster dog. His name was Harlow and he ate my door because he had some separation anxiety. He got adopted at Super Adoption and gets to live on a ranch with an older couple.</li></ul>May:<ul><li>Osama Bin Laden was killed, just in case you were living under a rock.</li><li>I was up for auction at our derby prom and my aunt (who lives in North Dakota) won me. It was a great, drunken night.</li><li>Judgment Day came and went. No rapture :(</li><li>I volunteered for Strut Your Mutt. It was such a great time. There are no better people than dog lovers.</li><li>The anniversary of the Lost finale. I still weep.</li><li>I still struggle with picking a major for college. I'm thinking nutrition?</li></ul>June:<br /><ul><li>I played my first bout in Richfield. I feel like I got beat up. But it was the first bout my parents got to see me in, and my mom even said she was proud of me. Take that, future need for therapy!</li><li>I finally got around to reading <span style="font-style: italic;">The Hunger Games</span> and now I'm hoooooked. </li><li>My boyfriend won a trip to Vegas in July! My first trip to Vegas ya'll!<br /></li></ul>I think that's about it (or at least what previous Facebook statuses provide). I've lost 30 lbs since last year. That's pretty cool. I'm still rockin' my job at The Dog's Meow. I am in charge of the newsletter so I still get some writing in. I'm currently trying to flex my creative writing muscles. It's a slow and arduous process but I'll get there. I don't know what else to write so here is a picture of my roommates dog, Marleau.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFfTO4LNv_UOERkQLA0BHi4uK4ZnFcsbkrMbjrx57T735PGKzjzbJ3nUWmSlEx2YZuIhUokhI-uibN6-XYX3wHwiB35IdykrUbuTuFI1-ad2wmtA7mZ0Hwm1xAkM3zemttCi_p1xPE/s1600/photo.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFfTO4LNv_UOERkQLA0BHi4uK4ZnFcsbkrMbjrx57T735PGKzjzbJ3nUWmSlEx2YZuIhUokhI-uibN6-XYX3wHwiB35IdykrUbuTuFI1-ad2wmtA7mZ0Hwm1xAkM3zemttCi_p1xPE/s400/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620801962450850530" border="0" /></a>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03174623046092473433noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741865399630061724.post-20762063611319375852011-02-16T22:28:00.000-08:002011-02-16T22:30:08.765-08:00ROLLER DERBY NEWSI have news! I am officially on a team with SCDG! I'm a BOMBER BABE.<div><br /></div><div>Those of you who paid attention when my mom played, she was on the Bomber Babes. I'm the first generational derby girl with SCDG. Needless to say, I'm pretty excited. </div><div><br /></div><div>There is also other HUGE news, but I'm saving that for a later date :) I'M SO EXCITED.</div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03174623046092473433noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741865399630061724.post-57427385471439946662011-02-14T23:02:00.001-08:002011-02-14T23:19:07.633-08:00SidelinedI am pretty sure I don't get mad often. I get frustrated, upset, and bitter, but I rarely experience anger.<div><br /></div><div>Today, I'm really angry.</div><div><br /></div><div>Someone dear to me is getting married, and her fiancee is allergic to cats. She's decided to put both of them down. One cat is <i>really</i> old, and has a myriad of health problems. The other cat, however, is fine. She is old, but you wouldn't know it by the way she acts. Put her on a proper diet and she'd be wonderful. My friend's vet is complying with her wishes to put both cats down.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>Let's just say this: I've dated Zack for about 4 years now, and if he wanted to get married right away but I had to get rid of my cat, he knows damn well we would have to wait. I've known my cat longer than I've known him and I would not kill my cat because it made my boyfriend sneeze.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>Okay, that was harsh. But I don't know if you know this, this goes against EVERYTHING in me. It is so painful to watch her make this decision when I know there are better options out there. I had ONE DAY and I found that cat an alternative. </div><div><br /></div><div>Ugh I can't even talk about this anymore. Just one more push towards my dream of working in animal rescue, I guess.</div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03174623046092473433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741865399630061724.post-78899039873904113672011-01-21T22:36:00.000-08:002011-01-21T22:44:49.872-08:00Here's a quick update:<div><br /></div><div>1. I made it onto the Fresh Meat of the Salt City Derby Girls, it's been so great. I'm covered in bruises and more athletic, I've even made a friend!</div><div><br /></div><div>2. I finally got that iPhone I've been complaining about.</div><div><br /></div><div>3. I loooove my job, I have responsibilities and I'm continually learning.</div><div><br /></div><div>4. Staying in SLC for school, but unsure of where to transfer, help? Anyone?</div><div><br /></div><div>5. Yes, Zack and I are still together.</div><div><br /></div><div>Which brings me to a bit of seriousness. What happens when you feel like the universe stops listening to you? I've been putting the power of positive energy to use in my life and it's helped me immensely. However, it becomes hard to watch the lives of the ones you love when they are making wrong decisions or not getting fair treatment. It's hard when you feel you put everything out there and receive nothing in return. You try to be humble, you try to be grateful and kind, but rudeness and selfishness is thrown back at you. </div><div><br /></div><div>I would love nothing more than to grow and move forward, but the universe seems to want me to stay put for a bit longer, and I guess I have to learn how to accept that, even if it seems extremely unfair.</div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03174623046092473433noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741865399630061724.post-30460684678893465282010-12-14T10:02:00.000-08:002010-12-14T10:03:08.345-08:00Day 12<span class="Apple-style-span" >I found out about Blogger back in my first year of college. I was sick of the Myspace blog scene and a bunch of friends had started up in Blogger, and here I am.</span>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03174623046092473433noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741865399630061724.post-64604027971817971872010-12-14T10:00:00.000-08:002010-12-14T10:02:18.184-08:00Day 11<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>I don't have another picture of me with friends (recently) soooo here's one that just makes me laugh<div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHityachiKgKmSf68vhj_GfjtAh4fLC37_kzm8yQ5fI_mva13OAt1nK14GHDidFjFNan16lN1VdQU7pKOdM8PAEDzPPZneik1oBQZncNoKmYQ4yrXFF2ldFdDmAZcsJInwinKTvw-Z/s400/14xl63c.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550599794781332610" /></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03174623046092473433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741865399630061724.post-65287220089673866252010-12-14T09:53:00.000-08:002010-12-14T09:59:52.092-08:00Day 10Song for when I am happy: Ain't No Good by Cake<div><br /></div><div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QYBl5_sj8ro?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QYBl5_sj8ro?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><div><br /></div><div>Song for when I am sad: Firework by Katy Perry</div><div><br /></div><div><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QGJuMBdaqIw?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QGJuMBdaqIw?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object></div><div><br /></div><div>Song for when I am bored: Speechless by Lady Gaga ( I like to belt this one out in the car)</div><div><br /></div><div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IhEMxle0yEY?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IhEMxle0yEY?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div><div><br /></div><div>Song for when I am hyped: Kick Start My Heart by Motley Crue</div><div><br /></div><div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KQMBz6HvSoM?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KQMBz6HvSoM?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div><div><br /></div><div>Song for when I am mad: Plug In Baby by Muse</div></div><div><br /></div><div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XmQg5DnSvkA?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XmQg5DnSvkA?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03174623046092473433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741865399630061724.post-32521099863858810862010-12-14T09:51:00.000-08:002010-12-14T09:53:05.935-08:00Day 9<span class="Apple-style-span" >In the past few days, I've been proud of myself. I'm a completely different person than I was earlier in the year and I'm happy with myself.</span>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03174623046092473433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741865399630061724.post-81279196698175532872010-12-14T09:50:00.000-08:002010-12-14T09:51:48.611-08:00Day 8Short term goals for this month:<div><ul><li>Finish Christmas shopping.</li><li>Go see the lights (either at the temple or the zoo).</li><li>Reflect</li><li>Enjoy life :)</li></ul></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03174623046092473433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741865399630061724.post-63957458490009668312010-12-08T19:49:00.000-08:002010-12-08T19:52:48.176-08:00Day 7<div>Someone that has the biggest impact on me:</div><div>Zack, he's wonderful. He pushes me, supports me, and is always there for me (even if I get crazy mad with him sometimes).</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcK1OeUkWl16AvceyVziVeoHm_i-kFueIovP_vOgZkJGXMN7S1228oaroOtqDyJnBUT4wOb39p5GxdhAHMODIxlIm8TW8pW5kOkPLiRGI8EUlbAODgA8xK1pZnSV5iN69Z6V0LqrG6/s1600/IMG_0006.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcK1OeUkWl16AvceyVziVeoHm_i-kFueIovP_vOgZkJGXMN7S1228oaroOtqDyJnBUT4wOb39p5GxdhAHMODIxlIm8TW8pW5kOkPLiRGI8EUlbAODgA8xK1pZnSV5iN69Z6V0LqrG6/s400/IMG_0006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548525169804926754" /></a><br /><div>Something that has the biggest impact on me:</div><div>Everyday I grow more and more interested in animal rescue, I think that's what I want to do with my degree.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj60_uZ5nLAVTpYL-XOTq3gYvnvWEWtyrMKgqEbbiTpNVT6OmDotGYNKVzmJU_FZCSggeTV9vfcn3F72dFYEni9r1pXTuAvzxdshJPFofXB8Dqvr6OcFctNGjSvcvHNqthKbR6Qy6r7/s1600/shelter1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj60_uZ5nLAVTpYL-XOTq3gYvnvWEWtyrMKgqEbbiTpNVT6OmDotGYNKVzmJU_FZCSggeTV9vfcn3F72dFYEni9r1pXTuAvzxdshJPFofXB8Dqvr6OcFctNGjSvcvHNqthKbR6Qy6r7/s400/shelter1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548525031123937170" /></a><br /></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03174623046092473433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741865399630061724.post-64040335453592280602010-12-08T19:47:00.000-08:002010-12-08T19:49:20.040-08:00Day 6<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >All-American hero. How could you not love the classics?</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKVjk4AESUaGe24KDR_hIVbl7GVIfQMnALuzySSwDnTCe-XjsPi0cA909ETyA5UkMnNMXzy1X68kW-1XXjP8VIAT9HI0QMf3D2mXi1_aGoZjU-T-kbNc5sfeYqaKkQ_jafOt6k4kmg/s1600/superman.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKVjk4AESUaGe24KDR_hIVbl7GVIfQMnALuzySSwDnTCe-XjsPi0cA909ETyA5UkMnNMXzy1X68kW-1XXjP8VIAT9HI0QMf3D2mXi1_aGoZjU-T-kbNc5sfeYqaKkQ_jafOt6k4kmg/s400/superman.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548524499882175618" /></a>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03174623046092473433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741865399630061724.post-35076176960258508632010-12-06T10:49:00.000-08:002010-12-06T10:51:53.632-08:00Day 5<div>Pictures don't quite do it justice, the Cliffs of Moher. It's quite breathtaking.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0f9l817ufIB9ZzWgZr3CDDbuxRINTxHrB50TcQ_dKgM5OtRYq6zVUtAM5DOnodvQJDDpxH-sgXX1vqm4B4YYjv3D3vktcveB0qPXd2v92IV8qNiAXnYi0falq62FMFZly_HUf2cYn/s1600/100_1708.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0f9l817ufIB9ZzWgZr3CDDbuxRINTxHrB50TcQ_dKgM5OtRYq6zVUtAM5DOnodvQJDDpxH-sgXX1vqm4B4YYjv3D3vktcveB0qPXd2v92IV8qNiAXnYi0falq62FMFZly_HUf2cYn/s400/100_1708.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547643802430165986" /></a>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03174623046092473433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741865399630061724.post-59551728357520959262010-12-06T10:47:00.000-08:002010-12-06T10:49:33.737-08:00Day 4A habit I wish I didn't have. <div><br /></div><div>I would have to say...sometimes lack of follow-through. However, I've been working on it lately and I've made a lot of progress. If I do have annoying habits, I'm not sorry I have them and I don't want to be rid of them, I'm quite satisfied with myself lately :)</div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03174623046092473433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741865399630061724.post-89643291925506181992010-12-02T22:29:00.000-08:002010-12-02T22:42:04.632-08:00Day 3<div style="text-align: center;">Me and my girls</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL09s3o2zd0xJmxjWFgChnVlTaTPrZ68ReXdD_NfB5a7SwxnMAdYct8aVlMxSZSRCbSQ53JqqFRBQrGgAsYKbTGtkmUfTosrpAibvJvw2c2DByTfIfGNiHpaCf9ZyxeS1iCeVPOuxm/s1600/25627dac2172316ad.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL09s3o2zd0xJmxjWFgChnVlTaTPrZ68ReXdD_NfB5a7SwxnMAdYct8aVlMxSZSRCbSQ53JqqFRBQrGgAsYKbTGtkmUfTosrpAibvJvw2c2DByTfIfGNiHpaCf9ZyxeS1iCeVPOuxm/s400/25627dac2172316ad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546342488009554754" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Me and my boys</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxprWh94ANGNnCPzLe3P6gcjMCJIvBASG01MbgBvI46AxxkLByipugtOFJZDJcp6BMc5WUrlHDWARn-R1vKh_AGOh07iW3fkDzK1Q7Jde9VdmLQsOpbw1pXgbmmeT-IQAbzFXduZHr/s1600/83b937dac2172201e3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxprWh94ANGNnCPzLe3P6gcjMCJIvBASG01MbgBvI46AxxkLByipugtOFJZDJcp6BMc5WUrlHDWARn-R1vKh_AGOh07iW3fkDzK1Q7Jde9VdmLQsOpbw1pXgbmmeT-IQAbzFXduZHr/s400/83b937dac2172201e3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546342482402490242" /></a>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03174623046092473433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741865399630061724.post-71371938780646803952010-12-01T21:31:00.000-08:002010-12-01T21:33:54.288-08:00Day 2The meaning behind The Girl Named Chuck.<div><br /></div><div>Well once upon a time there was a show called <i>Pushing Daisies</i> and I was really into that show. One of the characters was often referred to as The Girl Named Chuck, and I really liked her so I adopted that as my blog name. Pretty simple.</div><div><br /></div><div>The <i>You Stay Classy and Thanks For Stopping By!</i> is from <i>Anchorman</i>. A classic.</div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03174623046092473433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741865399630061724.post-72605035499440061672010-11-30T22:55:00.000-08:002010-11-30T23:07:12.049-08:00Day 1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij8R4dAaNMnj_UwzV6Ii3GEdD7FMtdbSQ8doYSo302b1AHnW3yUrWQSQ7CCvdsE4nNLqa9TKjN3NdQxt6lB2YKCdVG_Iye9RJiO6gn0xB7xC3nypLr_0TnA_cA20qtIdL0SNod2mxp/s1600/39612_1620593765586_1558680072_31531542_5439131_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij8R4dAaNMnj_UwzV6Ii3GEdD7FMtdbSQ8doYSo302b1AHnW3yUrWQSQ7CCvdsE4nNLqa9TKjN3NdQxt6lB2YKCdVG_Iye9RJiO6gn0xB7xC3nypLr_0TnA_cA20qtIdL0SNod2mxp/s400/39612_1620593765586_1558680072_31531542_5439131_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545604082228089986" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><ol><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">I am a HUGE Harry Potter fan.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I made the SCGD! I am a derby girl now.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I work with dog food.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I haven't read a book in a while. :(</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I actually own very little.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I am glad the show Raising Hope exists.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I cannot sleep without the TV on.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I've actually accomplished most of my new year's resolutions.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">When I'm baking, I have to listen to Lady Gaga</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I get to transfer to Weber State University next year!</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I love animals more than the average human does.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I eat a LOT of greek yogurt.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I download episodes of The Biggest Loser to my ipod because it motivates me at the gym.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I want a new phone soooo bad.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">I swear. A lot. I'm trying to cut back.</span></li></ol></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03174623046092473433noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741865399630061724.post-63322751113069652722010-11-30T22:54:00.000-08:002010-11-30T22:55:31.663-08:0030 Days n JunkIn an effort to be more bloggy, I've got TWO of these things lined up. Here's my first list.<div><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="font-size:8.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;color:black; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA">day 1- recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself</span></b></span><span style="font-size:8.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;color:black; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><b>day 2- the meaning behind your blog name</b></span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><b>day 3- a picture of you and your friends</b></span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><b>day 4- a habit that you wish you didn’t have</b></span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><b>day 5- a picture of somewhere you've been to</b></span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><b>day 6- favorite super hero and why</b></span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><b>day 7- a picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you</b></span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><b>day 8- short term goals for this month and why</b></span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><b>day 9- something you're proud of in the past few days</b></span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><b>day 10- songs you listen to when you are happy, sad, bored, hyped, mad</b></span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><b>day 11- another picture of you and your friends</b></span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><b>day 12- how you found out about blogger and why you have one</b></span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><b>day 13- a letter to someone</b></span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><b>day 14- a picture of you and your family</b></span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><b>day 15- put your ipod on shuffle: first 10 songs that play</b></span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><b>day 16- another picture of yourself</b></span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><b>day 17- someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why</b></span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><b>day 18- plans/dreams/goals you have</b></span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><b>day 19- nicknames you have and why you have them</b></span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><b>day 20- someone you love.</b></span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><b>day 21- a picture of something that makes you happy</b></span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><b>day 22- what makes you different from everyone else</b></span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><b>day 23- something you crave for a lot</b></span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><b>day 24- your last five facebook status'</b></span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><b>day 25- what I would find in your bag</b></span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><b>day 26- what do you think about your friends</b></span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><b>day 27- why are you doing this 30 day challenge</b></span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><b>day 28- a picture of you from last year and now, how have you changed since then?</b></span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><b>day 29- in this past month, what have you learned</b></span><br /><br /><span class="apple-style-span"><b>day 30- your favorite song</b></span></span></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03174623046092473433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741865399630061724.post-70077060191246035232010-10-12T19:30:00.001-07:002010-10-12T19:35:21.222-07:00October<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Frickin' October.</span></strong></div><br />I know it's supposed to be all about scary stuff or whatever, so I guess it seems appropriate that my past chose October to come back and haunt me.<br /><br />There's this cycle that seems to happen: you know people, people go away, you move on, people remind you that you know them, you have to figure out a way to balance that in your new life. Repeat.<br /><br />There is an upside to all this. I'm reminded of who I was. I think back to that girl and where she was in her life. Would she be happy to see where she is now? Do I still feel the way she did back then? It's pleasant to be reminded that I'm still this same person, and it's never too late to revert to old ways of being.<br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Vague much?</span></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03174623046092473433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741865399630061724.post-74105785675271457042010-09-21T22:19:00.001-07:002010-09-21T22:29:19.745-07:00Catching UpIt's been a long time since I posted about what's going on in my life so I figured I'd get on that.<br /><br />I posted a while ago that I was working at Overstock.com. That is no longer. I was there maybe a month? I hated it. I didn't like coming home every night feeling like crap because of customers being upset and taking it out on me. I went around to a zillion vet clinics (I kid you not. A zillion.) to fill out appliciations. I got an interview at one clinic but it didn't work out.<br /><br />I did, however, get a job at a cute local store called The Dog's Meow. It won a Best of Utah award from City Weekly for Best Holistic Cat Food. It's a store that sells healthy, natural food for dogs and cats as well as accessories. I LOVE it. I can't even begin to explain how happy I am. It's such a wonderful feeling doing something that relates to what you love and what you want to do in life. I leave work thinking, "so this is what it feels like to love what you do."<br /><br />It's only part time though. I traded down, pay wise. I guess I can honestly answer that question that pops up on quizzes, you know the one: would you quit the job you hate for a job you love with lesser pay? Or something like that.<br /><br />I'm in school part time. I'm ONE credit away from being full time. I was only going to take two classes but I learned that next semester I can get my letter of completion if I take three classes in spring. I'M SO CLOSE TO ACCOMPLISHING SOMETHING! It's been hard taking care of all this school business though. Financial aid and books and homework and blahblahblah. I'm loving every second of it though!<br /><br />I've been awesome at being social too. I hang out with people now, I never used to do that (except in high school). And I lost 7 pounds.<br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">I WANT A DOG.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">I'm thinking of just adopting one and bringing it home and once it's here I'll be all, "well it's already here you wouldn't kick a poor rescue out WOULD YOU!?"</span></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03174623046092473433noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741865399630061724.post-61579263898547904492010-08-13T20:34:00.001-07:002010-08-13T20:34:43.262-07:00Spoiler Alert<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhESu2smBGKuLkEDJPeyhKE2VyKO1lLXhJ2fCoXbcmSVhL7xewsx9y2T59yEYZylvFpF88Zeh2P1k3euVBWdU_5t6Dd-YP38lXBFmMtSXR6ezrgWbKVt2JlJ8wG5mGG5k6tuG_HNRxn/s1600/spoileralert2.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 377px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505103868433013522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhESu2smBGKuLkEDJPeyhKE2VyKO1lLXhJ2fCoXbcmSVhL7xewsx9y2T59yEYZylvFpF88Zeh2P1k3euVBWdU_5t6Dd-YP38lXBFmMtSXR6ezrgWbKVt2JlJ8wG5mGG5k6tuG_HNRxn/s400/spoileralert2.png" /></a><br /><div></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03174623046092473433noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741865399630061724.post-38987766866762645802010-07-23T10:48:00.001-07:002010-07-23T10:49:55.845-07:00Doodles from my new jobby jobSO this week I started at Overstock.com. I have to go through three weeks of training classes and I tend to doodle in class so...here's what I did just yesterday.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497160165122683698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjntATmKTtANYfZbdEXcScz5GUZUNFsvu4YvunXNFFLYCn2YE7_t6ffJA36ti3EmTSEfMHBHXyy79fjYes7hxgcN3yYWp2sbtK6kwa1OPBclKl0TpPgn33zzfkY952eay5YdSPbLQs/s320/Overstock1.jpeg" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdWoMhn7lNNZDp7ASweWwQUquT3L8bc2iU8-Ilf3rbRXF4Txj4OqxDwDCkUA8g2qF4kuEmXN6QXQSvqp8UoTrjOa4TmcxcS6DZqyIsrp0-spL4tO1nxWRg9vKCvKwqDZXadB71qZit/s1600/Overstock2.jpeg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497160171978278754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdWoMhn7lNNZDp7ASweWwQUquT3L8bc2iU8-Ilf3rbRXF4Txj4OqxDwDCkUA8g2qF4kuEmXN6QXQSvqp8UoTrjOa4TmcxcS6DZqyIsrp0-spL4tO1nxWRg9vKCvKwqDZXadB71qZit/s320/Overstock2.jpeg" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03174623046092473433noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741865399630061724.post-52271137772482190482010-07-22T13:24:00.000-07:002010-07-22T13:28:03.460-07:00Career ChoicesI was at the gym yesterday and a commercial for the ASPCA came on tv. Ususally those commercials are supposed to make you really sad. In my case, a huge grin spread across my face.<br /><br />It's such an amazing feeling knowing what you want to do with your life. I am aiming for veterinary school, and I want to help in animal shelters and with animal physical therapy. And maybe work in a zoo. I want to work with big cats.<br /><br />There was an article I read today about a cat undergoing hydrotherapy. WAY TO GO, CAT! One day I hope I can do this :)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMqM1Uw8k4d4wXZ5QoIuZlroGcYVesC7HhLTPzjjd9Kc7xwWRJk7898_KiqO8-5zf1r_g2n9XJVOmXRNWRc-KPweZjf2AXWoaBG7nseNQOZthKeHD0lWXAEznscLzD1C0zb_uZem9c/s1600/100720-cat-swim-hmed-9a_grid-5x2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496829365814560514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMqM1Uw8k4d4wXZ5QoIuZlroGcYVesC7HhLTPzjjd9Kc7xwWRJk7898_KiqO8-5zf1r_g2n9XJVOmXRNWRc-KPweZjf2AXWoaBG7nseNQOZthKeHD0lWXAEznscLzD1C0zb_uZem9c/s320/100720-cat-swim-hmed-9a_grid-5x2.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03174623046092473433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741865399630061724.post-63417572107146322702010-06-08T12:27:00.000-07:002010-06-08T12:32:13.970-07:00TooDay1. This weekend was epic. I DROVE FROM SALT LAKE TO PHOENIX. BY MYSELF. It was exhausting and exhilirating.<br /><br />2. I honestly love it here. It's weird looking around and not seeing mountains but an endless city.<br /><br />3. It's HOT. But I like it. I was so done with being cold. People keep saying, "you'll come to hate it!" and I just don't see that happening.<br /><br />4. I have a job interview todayyyy I really hope something good comes from it.<br /><br />5. After said interview, I'm going to get my bangs cut because they are driving me crazy. Poor timing for a hair cut haha.<br /><br />6. I spent Saturday and Sunday at my aunt Wendy's house in the middle of the desert. It took forever to drive there, and I got lost on the way back. But I like staying at her house because I feel like a princess.<br /><br />7. Emily and I did a bunch of apartment shopping yesterday at Target. We got super sweet deals.<br /><br />8. I've been going to bed at 11 and waking up at 9. I guess that's what happens when you live with your grandpa.<br /><br />9. I downloaded the first season of Ed! Good show.<br /><br />10. I miss Zack :(Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03174623046092473433noreply@blogger.com0