Rebecca "Needs"....

Misti's second to last post was hilarious, so I thought I would give it a try.

Go to a search engine (I used Google) and type your name followed by "needs", both in quotations. Here are the first 10 that come up for my name:

1. Rebecca needs enlightenment. (Please - I really do)

2. Rebecca need support around her educational goals. (Ummm - I don't want to have any educational goals)

3. Rebecca needs your help today. (Always - money - always)

4. All Rebecca needs is a starring role in a blockbuster movie. (I've known I was a star all along!)

5. Rebecca needs to vent. (There is a lot I could vent about).

6. Rebecca needs to choose a database. (If you work with me - you know this is so, so true)

7. Rebecca needs to stop taking too-close pictures of herself. (We know this is a lie!)

8. Rebecca needs to work with other gifted people. (I just don't work well with the un-gifted)

9. Rebecca needs to become involved with someone who feels the same way about her and not waste time trying to be Jack's rebound girl. (Jack? Jack who? Where's Jack?)

10. Rebecca needs to get used to being criticized. (Uh - oh. )

Now you try it, and post your results!

Thank goodness it’s Friday! It’s been a crazy day. But, if you’ve known me long enough, you know crazy days are not so abnormal. Really.

Gross warning ahead…..

We’re installing a new phone system at our office. It’s a big deal. Let’s just say that this office hasn’t had a new phone system in ohhhhh 15 years! In the corporate world, that’s a little unusual. And, the old system was actually a refurb. So, this happening is a really big deal. I’m sorta in charge and I’m nervous. Well I was nervous until I noticed that my right eye was a little irritated as I was driving in to work. Nothing major, I thought I had a piece of dirt on my contact. Needless to say, I kept messing with it and it just wasn’t getting better so I looked in the rearview mirror. There was this blob of something that look suspiciously like a big sleepy floating around on top of my eyeball. So, I naturally stuck my finger in my eye to get it out. And realized that it wasn’t a sleepy and it was attached to my eyeball. Ewwwwww!

I don’t mess around with my eyes. I have been going to the same eye doctor since I was about 11. I go faithfully every year and he tests for everything. Needless to say, I walked into the office and went directly to call Dr. Briggs. When I described the “thing” his assistant said “Aaaaa. You better come in this morning, we’ll fit you in”. That kind of response was not the thing to make me feel better.

Once at the doctors office Dr. Briggs told me I had had an allergic reaction to something and it had cause this little “thing” to fill up with that stuff that starts with a “p” and ends with “uss” and then sealed off. Double ewwww! And the only way to get rid of it…..pop it with a needle and aerate. Triple ewwww!

He offered me a Valium. I think I should have taken him up on his offer, but I knew I had to get back to work. The actual procedure was nothing compared to the 10 minutes I had to wait for him to return with his tray of goodies and take care of this thing. There was some serious armpit sweat going on. And all I could think was “I want my mommy!”

Anyway – it’s all good now. Other than my eye being a little irritated, I’m fine. I still wish I had taken the Valium.

Lovely Saturday Croppin'

Laurel, Misti, Sandy and Stephanie came over on Saturday for day full of scrappin! I finished one mini album and that's about it, but overall, I think everyone was successful! I tried to take some incriminating pictures - but they sure were good at hiding their faces....

I was able to capture a few random shots....but even still, it's awfully hard to tell Stephanie's true personality, isnt' it :)

Also, note to self. Tapioca pudding in the crock pot doesn't work. Really, it doesnt. Our end result looked suspiciously like some kind of new scrapbooking adhesive.

LaLit Book Club Mini Album

Here's the mini album I worked on this Saturday!

Easter

It’s Easter time. Of all of the holidays I think Easter is probably the most difficult for me. Who knew, right? Mom might know, even though I don’t know if I’ve ever expressed it to her. For me it’s a sad day. As far as the actual definition of the day – how could it be sad? It is the day that Jesus rose from the dead. Proof of God’s forgiveness, mercy, power, promises….

When I think of Easter, aside from the obvious definition, I almost always think of my Dad. He made such a big deal about the candy and eggs and baskets. I remember one year, he filled up the entire kitchen table and even had to have an overflow table. As a kid, it just doesn’t get any better than that. It makes me miss him. I don’t want the candy or the little gifts, but a little more time with him would be nice. A chance to see him with grown-up eyes would be a most wonderful thing.

I also remember a Easter shortly after Daddy died, when I came downstairs to find a letter from my Mom full of reprimand and discipline. It was written in love and was a most devastating thing to my 12 or 13 year old heart and head. It was the first time I think I came to the realization that I didn’t live in a cushy bubble constantly protected by Mom and Dad. I think that letter had a lot to do with the person that I have become. It was a really good thing, even though I certainly remember thinking it was the end of my world as I knew it.

As I approach Easter this week, these emotions are a kind of heavy on my heart. For those who might be reading this it may seem a bit melodramatic, but it’s taken me all of these years to understand my attitude toward the day. So, I’m praying for joy in the remembrance of good times and peace in the knowledge of the sacrifice and miracles of God.

By the way - did you know it's virtually impossible to find a solid chocolate bunny? They just don't make em like they used to. Sigh! :)