Archive for June, 2005

The friends who make us who we are

For the last month, I’ve had a running mental list of “Reasons why Becca is a bad friend.”

In May, I visited Seattle for a conference and got so busy with the conference that I didn’t call Scott. And I haven’t even apologized to him yet. That makes me a bad friend!

I forgot to send Ali a Mother’s Day card. She’d tell me that’s not my job, but it is. So that makes me a bad friend!

I haven’t sent birthday cards to my friends the last few months, which means that Nancy, Amy, and Alyssa didn’t get happy birthday wishes from me (and that’s just a few June birthdays!). Bad Becca!

I’ve all but lost touch with several friends, and every time I think of writing or calling, I put it off until later. Which, of course, means it hasn’t happened yet! *sigh* Spot a trend?

Over the last few weeks, as this Bad Friend List has run through my head, I’ve discovered that I’ve been an Absentee Friend for much too long. Heck, in many ways, I’ve been absent from my life, just trying to slog through all of the demands I put on myself (work, volunteer activities, and school).

Graduating from high school is obviously a big milestone for all of us, but one of the things I remember most vividly is the sense of loss I felt as I gradually lost touch with friends I had kept throughout my grade school years. I was lamenting that fact with my mom once and she told me something that has stuck with me all the years since.

Mom told me that friends aren’t automatically life-long. Some friends are meant to be with us for a short time, some friends for a long time, and some friends are meant to come and go. But no matter how long we know them, or how often we see or talk to them, they are in our lives for a reason. They are in our lives when we need them for as long as we need them. Some friendships might help guide us through a certain experience, and some friendships might last forever. But no matter whether the friend is short-term or life-long, they are forever a part of who we are.

I think that’s what makes me sad about being the Absentee Friend. In some cases, there have been circumstances that caused a rift or communication barrier, but even so, there are several people I’ve lost touch with who are a part of me. I knew vaguely then, but especially know now, that their presence shaped me into the person I am today. And when I think about the person that I am today from that perspective, I’m prouder than I can express because it’s a testament to the wonderful people they are.

Naked face

I just got contacts three days ago. After wearing glasses for 23 my 29 years, switching to contacts has been interesting. I’m still trying to push up Phantom Glasses that aren’t really there. Whenever I go into a building, I reach up to take off my clip-on sunglasses, only to remind myself I can just remove my sunglasses. Duh. I’ve had a lot of those “Duh” moments this week!

And speaking of sunglasses, I’ve already developed an unhealthy obsession with them. For the first time, I can buy “REAL” sunglasses! I now have black ones and brown ones, and a really happy pair of purple ones. I tried yellow reflective ones, which I gave to my sister because it turns out I didn’t like the shape once they were on. See, I bought them BEFORE I got the contacts, so I had to try them on blind. That’s one thing I’ve always hated about buying new frames–I can’t really see what they look like unless I’m about 2 inches from the mirror. Add the tinted frames to that and it’s harder to see. So buying glasses has always been a shot in the dark.

But the hardest adjustment has been feeling like I’m forgetting something. When I walk out of the bathroom after getting ready in the morning, I stop for a second thinking I forgot my glasses. I can SEE, so you’d think my brain would KNOW I’m not forgetting my eyes. But the glasses have become such an integral part of who I am, it’s hard NOT to have them. This morning when I got to work, I had a millisecond of panic thinking I’d forgotten my glasses. Who knew getting contacts would short-circuit your brain!?

Watch out for those low flying Ding Dongs

Who knew Ding Dongs can cause bodily harm? Tonight, while waiting for dinner, my husband, sister, and I decided to play SceneIt. I asked Nathan to bring me a Ding Dong because I needed a snack before supper. So I’m sitting there talking to Jo and all of a sudden, something hits me in the neck with a resounding SMACK!

Ding Dong. Brand name for a chocolate cake dessert. You’d think something made out of cake would have a little give in it, but you’d've thought wrong. Turns out Ding Dongs are surprisingly resilient little buggers!

Of course, my first reaction was really pissed off. I mean, what in the world possesses a 30-year old man to make him think that lobbing a Ding Dong across the house is actually a good idea?! Then, Jo starts laughing her head off because she sees the absurdity of it all. So here I am, rubbing my stinging neck, trying to yell at Nathan while I’m giggling with Jo. (Giggles are contagious, don’t ya know) It’s so hard to stay mad while you’re laughing…

Anyway, a few minutes later, we’re all in the car heading to dinner (at Mel’s Country Cafe… yummmmmm), and I ask Nathan why he thought lobbing a Ding Dong was a good thing to do.

“Who WOULDN’T lob a Ding Dong, Becca?!”

How do you argue with that?! He leaves me speechless sometimes.

Meanwhile, Jo is in the backseat still giggling, so I say, “ok, how would you like me to throw a Ding Dong at YOU!?”

To which I get the following reply: “Well, now that would be just stupid. Now we KNOW they hurt!”

*sigh*

Yes, you’re in the right place

Never fear! This is still Becca’s web site. I got bored with the old look, but since I was too lazy to come up with a new one, I put everything back to default Movable Type settings. Yeah, exciting, isn’t it? I’ll get around to putting some personality back in it in a day or two. Or ten or fifty. We’ll see. :)

Nothin says lovin like Italian cuisine

I just finished another book: Summer By the Sea by Susan Wiggs. I had already read and very much enjoyed The Ocean Between Us, which is why I decided to buy more Susan Wiggs books.

I loved the characters, and have to admit that Alex has a definite drool factor for me. What can I say? I’m a sucker for nerds. :) But what’s really cool is how the author incorporates the tradition of Italian cooking into the book’s structure, background, and plot. She even includes some recipes that look absolutely delish.

I also have to relay a conversation I just had with my sister. I’m always sharing my latest reading exploits with her (after all, she calls me her Personal Library for good reason!), and had to tell her about finishing this book. “Jo, I’m tearing through chick-lit like there’s no tomorrow!”

And she laughs at me.

“I finished my book today and felt this need to immediately start a new one,” I continued. “It’s like crack!” And she laughs at me. That’s okay, though, because I’m used to it.

“You’re becoming a chain reader, Becca,” she yells. “Do we need to have an intervention?”

Don’t get between a girl and her romance novels–you might lose something that’s important to you. :)