Friday, August 20, 2010

Welcome to Canyon Creek


When our lease was up at Edwards Communities Times Square, Kate and I made the decision that we were not going to go on and live there for year #3. We were ready for a change of pace, and really wanted something that felt more like a "home." We came to this conclusion after we had been on a wait list at another complex for about a month. We decided that we really need to keep our options open and not commit just yet to something that we didn't LOVE. We've all been down that path before, and if you're just not happy or excited about it, it will be a miserable year for everyone.


We were beyond lucky enough to find our condo on Canyon Creek. I suppose that I probably could have saved my money to actually PURCHASE something, but let's be honest - I like to buy shoes and buying something so big is a huge commitment for someone who isn't sure that they want to actually stay in Columbus forever. Between the two of us, we decided to rent this condo until September 2011 and re-evaluate our life plans at that time. Until September 2011, we are happy as can be with our current "home."


Last night, I took a walk to the mailbox after finishing weeding my garden and I couldn't help but smile at our adorable little neighborhood. It made me think of all the reasons why I love our condo and why I am so incredibly fortunate to live there.


10.) The peace and quiet of the surroundings. Our previous apartment, you could hear highway 270 at night, you could hear planes flying over your head, and you could hear every move your neighbors made. The only noises you hear now are the random train every now and again, the water fountain in the pond across the street and the crickets that chirp through the night. How wonderful is this?


9.) Because people actually "own" in our neighborhood, you see that owners take pride in their homes. Even though we still rent, we still treat our condo as our own in which we care what people think and how it looks. You can pull up to the street and feel proud, rather than pull up and see cardboard boxes in the windows. (Yes, this seriously happened at our last place...) People plant flowers, people have cute little chairs on their patio, and all in all are serious about keeping their place pretty.


8.) Two words: Garbage Can! I cannot even explain to you how fantastically wonderful it is to not have to walk to a dumpster/jumbo compactor every time I need to take out the trash. Even more so, a compactor that is never in working order and trash bags are left through out the parking lot because renters could not get their bags into the compactor and instead there is a mountain of trash for days lurking into the parking lot. Now, every Wednesday - we wheel our little trash can outside our garage and it is picked up. You don't know luxury until you have a trash can of your own!

7.) Don't have to deal with a rental office, ever again! We lucked out with our living arrangements and the owner. He is the most relaxing guy in the world and trusts us like no other with his condo. He is never breathing down our necks, he isn't flipping out if the check arrives one day late, and he knows that we will without a doubt take care of where we live. If we have a problem, he is quick to respond but is never breathing down our necks. The most painful part of complex living is the office and those inside. Once they get you in the door and leasing their property, they just don't care anymore. You are just a # living in their complex. It's very sad... especially when we were paying Edwards Communities ~ Times Square Apartments over $1,100/mo for noisey neighbors, moldy bathrooms, un-working dryer and the most unfriendly group of neighbors I've ever met in my life. (Sorry, I had to throw a little complaining about our past complex in their at some point!)

6.) We have a GARAGE! I have my own garage door opener. I have my own parking spot. I have ever programmed an extra garage door opener all by myself. (Who needs Bob Vila, when you have Becca Vila?) Now, when we come home late in the evening we don't have to run through a dark parking lot up 3 flights of stairs. Instead, we can pull into the garage, shut the door and feel safe. I cannot wait until Winter... for once in my life, I will not need to worry about scraping or de-icing my wind shield. Ahhhh, yahhhh! Pure heaven.

5.) Our spaces... have names! Kate and I have figured out that our rooms are filled so much with particular "themes" that they now have names. Her room is covered in Paris, France decor, along with other aspects of International Travel. We refer to her room as the "International Sleeping Port." My room has more of a domestic feel and most importantly, a Pacific Northwest feel. I collect art work (typically pictures of flowers or Mt. Rainier) from every trip I take to Seattle & Alaska - and my room is covered. My room is now to be referred to as the "Pacific Northwest Green House." Cute, huh??

4.) This condo fits our personality to a T. It is modern. It is cute. It is divided up nicely and quite frankly it is just us. We have three floors, and I will tell you that every single floor is covered with flower decor. We've named it "Flower Power" because there is just so much of it. It certainly isn't the Bachelor Pad that we originally toured back in winter! Crate & Barrel, Pottery Barn, IKEA, they all fit nicely with our decor. :)

3.) It's a neighborhood made for evening walks! There isn't a day that goes by that we do not see oodles of people taking walks. Whether alone, with their pups, with their children, when their loved ones, everyone is walking around and enjoying the neighborhood. One evening, we found a street which we refer to as the "Wiggly Street" which is a very curvy little street with lots of adorable little houses. It looks like a quiet little village with lots of people on their front porches, sipping on lemonade like you would find in the old days. It's very charming.

2.) Directly across from our front door, we have a huge pond in our neighborhood. Not only is there a pond, there is a large area of grass with various benches for people to stop and take a load off. There are many summer nights when the benches are filled with voices of people who have stopped to chat on an evening walk. It is honestly a joyful sound, all of the voices of the conversations going on around the sound of the water fixture in the middle of the pond. Very relaxing.

1.) Being out of the way of the busy part of Dublin and Hilliard, we are a little more isolated. More "country." With being out in the middle of no where, we've started to notice the views of nature more. By saying that, I mean that the sunsets out our living room window tend to be breath taking and make us want to stare out the window watching the pink tints change into orange, change into purple until it is dark. Once that sun has finally set, our night skies are totally clear and we can see every single star in the sky. I would be lying if I said we've never gone outside at night time just to look up at the the clear, star-filled sky!

Welcome to Canyon Creek, Friends! You're always welcome!



Sunday, August 8, 2010

Hi, I'm Becca...

...and I think it is very clear that I have a problem! Before I get into the details of my problem, let me first provide myself with a pat on the back that I am willing to admit my problem clear as day for everyone to know. This problem actually has been a problem for years. It's nothing new, and I am fully a believer that I am not the only one that has this problem. No, I know what you're thinking - it's not diet coke. That's a whole different blog topic and will be saved for another day!

I LOVE SHOES!

The problem likely started back after my high school graduation when I started working full-time and earning my own money (while living at home with no bills). The first addiction truly was tennis shoes - typically, Nikes. I can't even explain to you how many pairs of Nikes I bought back in the day. I worked at a preschool, so I didn't need to dress up or wear fancy shoes. It was all about the tenny runners. Honestly, I wasn't quite into the girlie things just yet after graduation. I thought I was still cool wearing my Nike/Adias T-shirts. Hey, it was the end of the 90s, so it was allowed! Right?!

Today, we're in 2010 and I'm still addicted to buying shoes. This time around, I've moved more towards the flip flops, flats and dress shoes over the tennis shoes. Since I don't wear the Nikes nearly as much anymore - the ones that I already own are perfect for the gym and any other reason that I would need to wear them.

A few months ago, I was at DSW (for all of my non-Columbus based readers - this is Discount Show Warehouse. The Mecca for all women in the Central Ohio area). The minute you walk through the doors, the scent of new shoes fills the air and let's be honest - gets your heart racing and ready to find the shoe of your dreams! I had no business being at DSW and I didn't need anything. However, while browsing through the clearance rack - I found a really cute, summery pair of Nikes. Since I haven't bought any tennis shoes in actually a few years, I thought I would try them on just for giggles. They weren't bulky. They weren't sturdy enough for the gym. However, they did look cute on my feet and that's what matters, right??


I love these shoes. They look fantastic with capris of almost any kind. I receive compliments on them virtually everyday I have worn them this summer. Makes me realize it was a great purchase and one not to feel guilty about in anyway. Who am I kidding? I never feel guilty about buying new shoes. I live for it.

A few weeks later, my Mom and I decided to go to one of our neighborhood malls and walk around on a weekend. We weren't truly there for a reason other than killing time and maybe to find something that we needed. I use the word needed loosely, we really wanted things.

On the clearance rack, I found an adorable pair of Marc Fisher flip flops. My sister owned a pair of Marc Fisher heels, and I knew how much she loved them. I decided to try on these adorable gingham flip flops and just see if they looked good on me as good as they did sitting on the rack. Did I need a new pair of flip flops? Nope.

I put them on...

I fell in love...


They were 50% off. I would be NUTS not to buy them and let someone else walk away with this deal! As luck would have it, my Mom felt that they were me too and offered to buy them for me. BONUS! I certainly wasn't expecting that - but am fully willing to let her buy me these beautiful shoes (...and anything else she wants to buy me!). I have lived in these flip flops since I bought them and they are truly one of my favorite pairs of shoes. However, I will warn you that if you ever purchase a pair - they are noisey! They like to FLIP and FLOP REALLY loud!

Yesterday, my sister and cousin went to a different mall. Jaclyn wanted a new pair of flip flops to take back with her to Washington when she went home this weekend. We go to Macy's, and head to the shoe department. I'll bet you can't guess what I did...

Yep, tried some shoes on!

(Thank god payday was on Friday!)

I happened to run across some more Marc Fisher's. I honestly didn't pick him, he picked me to try on his shoe! I loved some Anne Klein's, I loved some Michael Kors, and loved some Calvin Klein's. For some reason the sparkle of the Marc's were what caught my eye.

They were so sparkly, gold and shiny! Hmmm...

The question was, should I buy the silver or the gold?

I feel like I have a lot of silver shoes already, I don't own any gold so maybe I should try for those. I decide yes, I am going to buy the gold.



**Pretend these are gold, I couldn't find a pic of the gold ones I actually bought!**

I walk up to the cash register, the guy rings them up and says:

"That will be $14.28 ma'am."

HUH??? $14.28!?!?!?!?! THEY WERE ONLY $13.99 BEFORE TAX AND REGULAR $40???



At this point, I realize that I would be STUPID not to buy the silver ones as well! I ask the guy to run back and get the silver ones in my size and I refuse to let someone else scoop up my silver shoes while I decide to think about it.

End of the day I have learned: I love shoes. I have a problem and love buying shoes. I love Macy's and DSW for providing me 95% of my shoes. I love Marc Fisher shoes.

I LOVE SHOES!!

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

"I like the way I cry..."

Don't let the title of this blog disturb you - but the new Eminem/Rihanna, "I like the way you lie..." song came into my mind when I was thinking of how to title this masterpiece of words. By the title, I am guessing you're probably realizing that my blog topic is about my crying. Random, huh!?

I think that people would be surprised at some of the little secrets I harvest inside. I feel that I am a very outgoing (cough, cough - loud), caring, motivated, giving, hard working, and funny person. People may or may not think otherwise, but that's how I think I could best describe me. However, to add onto that list:

I love my job.

I love my family.

I love my friends.

I love Seattle.

I love Columbus.

I love to cry.

Yes, you read that correctly. I love to cry.

There was a time where I thought that I could possibly need a therapist for the amount of crying that I do on a weekly basis - but the more I thought about it, the crying just proves that I am sensitive. You would probably be surprised to know that I cry virtually every single day. Not because I am sad - it is almost always because I am happy.

Everyday, I DVR TLC Daytime. Shows including The Baby Story, Bringing Home Baby, etc. (If you're reading this blog, you are probably well aware that I LOVE babies!) When it comes to babies being born, I cry. I am happy for families who are so blessed to have their new little bundles of joy. I am happy for those around them who are lucky enough to see this new little person grow up into someone spectacular. Think about it - can you imagine how much I cry if it is actually the birth of someone I KNOW? I'm a mess. A hot mess.

Weddings, that's another trigger to open up the flood gates! This past weekend, I made the trip up to Cleveland to "assist" (I use the word loosely and really I was just there for moral support) Courtney with photographing a wedding. I've met the bride probably about 3 or 4 times, and knew who she was enough to tell her Congratulations when I saw her walk in. No way did I know her well enough to sob when the Maid of Honor was giving the toast to the new couple, and then the Best Man doing the same. I love Courtney - she noticed my mascara running and was convinced it was because I was hot and sweaty from the humidity. I could have easily gotten away with that, but I'm not ashamed. If I was at your wedding, I probably cried then too! Regardless of what people think, I am always thrilled for the new couple and the adventures that they will soon embark on.

Typically, the trigger of the daily water works are tv shows. I am not so much a commercial crier, rather a show crier. I've cried while watching the Cake Boss (Buddy got the key to the city where he grew up! How could you not cry!?), I've cried while flying over Mt. Rainier and leaving the beautiful sights of Seattle to come back home to the flatlands of corn fields, I've cried during pretty much every graduation I've ever been to, I even cried my last day as an HP employee and transitioning to a full-time Cardinal employee. I hated working for HP, so these tears were nothing less than relief in one light, but sadness of my dear Sales Recruiting Team parting ways.

I always joke around that I likely have the clearest tear ducts in the world. It is a very rare day that I am not sitting on my couch or in my bed watching tv that I am not crying at something going on in front of me.

Is it weird that I can say that I actually enjoy crying?!?! Don't worry - I promise I am mentally stable. Just sensitive and happy for particular situations! :)

Friday, July 9, 2010

Restoring my Faith: Story of a Blackberry

Back in 2007, I was happy girl. I loved talking on the phone. I loved texting. I loved the phone that allowed me to talk and text. It was such a trusty phone, and always treated me very well. I am not sure I could have asked for a better phone! It never broke (amazing!), it always behaved and enjoyed every ounce of gossip that came through it's line.

This was it, an LG Verizon phone. The front little square had a picture of shooting stars and a moon, which matched the inside screen (when it wasn't a picture of one of the 209409284 children that I had babysat that year!). That phone went through WWIII and was dropped, kicked, thrown and it never looked bad. You would have thought I kept it in a plastic bubble.

However, there was a part of me that wanted more. It wanted better. It wanted state of the art. I wanted email to my phone. I wanted internet on my phone. I wanted more buttons. I wanted... dare I say it... a Blackberry.

Did I need a Blackberry? Heck no. I am the reason that Verizon came up with the "get a new phone for every 2 years." By year 1.5, I had the new phone itch and just wanted bigger and better and newer. I had to get a Blackberry! For my own sanity!

I purchased this bad boy... the best Blackberry that Verizon had to offer. The price, a little steep - but I was in love and thought it was totally worth every minute of my being! The plan, again - a little spendy, I didn't care! I lived at home.... what was the problem?! (I thought this a lot while living at home... dumb dumb girl I was!)


Long story short, I had this phone for less than a year and I wanted to chuck it into Lake Erie every chance I had. It would drop calls. It would randomly call people and not hang up the call. I would have to take the battery out atleast twice a week to reset it from it freezing. It was the worst decision of my life. (Well, not the worst... but you get the point!) Was it functionable? Yes. It was. Did it serve a purpose? Yes. It did. Was it worth the $120+/month that I paid - hell to the no. Every time it did something stupid, I'd drive to Verizon on Tuttle Crossing and make them investigate. Every time, "There's nothing wrong with the phone ma'am." (Sure.)

At long last, I had had it. I took it back to Verizon - told them I didn't want it and wanted to go back to a regular old flip phone with NO bells and whistles. Nothing. I missed my flip phone that was made of steel. I told tall Mr. Red Headed Verizon Man with an attitude, "I just don't see myself having a need for a Blackberry anymore and I should have just stayed with a normal phone." His response: "Well why did you get a Blackberry to begin with if you never truly NEEDED it." Okay listen... Mr. Customer Service - I'm trying not to chuck my phone directly between your eye balls! I calmly reply, "I thought it was cool. Okay? Is that the response you're looking for?"

After he told me that that particular week to go back to a regular phone would cost me (sit down for this part), $300. Huh? Seriously? But if I wait until the following month, it was only $100. Fine, I'll be back. I'll suffer for another month. I had lost all hope in Blackberries, and vowed NEVER to get one again. EVER! My cousin and I both made a promise to each other and the Blackberries in the world that we would never purchase one again and that they were straight from the devil. (aka: Devilberries.)

That next month, I was back there when the doors opened and was ready to meet Mr. Customer Service to spend $100, rather than the $300 on a regular flip phone. This flip phone was nice, the LG Voyager. It worked well. It sent texts. It allowed me to talk. It had a camera. All in all, great phone.

Until........

Two weeks ago. The darn touch screen quit working! Everything I had to do could only be done on the inside flip and that was kind of annoying. But, I'll suffer. My upgrade is in August, and it still works - I'll manage to survive another month and a half without raising chaos.

Last night, my dear sister's phone broke.

Jump in the car, and head on over to a Verizon store. She decides to purchase the Android Ally. Pretty sweet phone! It does a lot and I won't lie - the Google map on it is fantastic! It is very fancy. After she bought her phone, the guy asked me if I had an interest in looking at anything. I said no. I wasn't going to spend the money and that it would have to wait. (Self control, I don't have it often, but when I do - it's a big deal!) He asks what I am looking for when my contract ran out, and all I could see was the rack of Blackberries. I was drooling. I wanted... the... Blackberry!

I look at the Android Ally that Kate had just purchased. It's nice... but is it ME?

It is similar to my current broken phone, and it's got the keyboard I really like. But that darn touch screen - I'm scared it will break like my current broken phone. Maybe. I'll think about it.

How about the Blackberry Tour? Do I like that one? It's a little "manly" for my liking but still very pretty at the same time. It's shiney... it's new... and well, it's the same phone my Dad has. Nope - don't want it. Don't want to match my Dad.

Finally, he brings me...
Something I couldn't resist. A deal I couldn't refuse.

I bought it.

I have no self control.

I am restoring my faith in Blackberry, and hoping I am not disappointed. Please keep your fingers crossed that this pretty violet beauty lasts me two years until I get the itch for a new phone again...

At this point: my Cousin and I both have Blackberries again. We both suck. We have not an ounce of fight when it comes to temptation and pretty things.

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Happy 1 Year of Freedom to ME!

For those of you who know me, you also know that I have had a digestive tract that pretty much hates me and caused me pain for years. I could eat something, and be just dandy. However, the next time I ate the exact same thing - I could have been doubled over in pain. It's really dumb... but through the years, I have found a method of kicking this pain before it really starts OR I just stay completely away from anything that I know was going to hurt me. No one had really figured out what is wrong with me... so I learned to cope. I had every test known to man, and every single test comes back "normal." (Becca? Normal? Come on!) I've heard that it might be my Gall Bladder, or it might be an ulcer, blah blah blah. But, again - all tests would come back just fine. I spent some nights/mornings in the ER in the midst of an episode - and they could still not figure out what was going on.

Okay - so, let's fast forward a little bit. Two years, I was spending a weekend working. (For all of my friends at Cardinal Health Staffing, you would know this weekend as CAH2 Migration... and this is single handily the busiest day in the world). I was getting things prepared for this migration, working like a fool all weekend... all of a sudden, the pain starts. CRAP! I have too much to do to have an episode - so I just keep on working. Eventually, the pain took over and I had to stop. Long story short: This was the WORST ATTACK EVER! (So I thought!) I am sure that at this point, my sister is really sorry for signing up to live with me. She was a trooper... she went to Walmart for me for some Maalox. Gotta love that girl! But, the pain continually got worse... Here comes a trip to the ER. Ugh. (I fought, and fought, and fought - but the family forced me to go. The ER dr. tells me that oh - once again, my tests are NORMAL. Shocking, huh? But she does think that my Gall Bladder just doesn't function well and no test will ever pick it up. Fantastic. Thank you, for once again stating that my gall bladder sucks and there is no point in having it!

Alright - at this point, I realize it is time to see another Specialist. I saw one numerous years ago - but he wasn't helpful. Since then... I had just dealt with what it is and just let it go. I call a new Specialist and make an appt. I have to run all over Ohio to pick up my records from all of my other drs for my upcoming appt. Looking at my records I realize that I have been dealing with this since March 2003! Okay, that is over 7 years ago!

The summer of 2008, I met with yet another Gastro Specialist. All of my records in hand, I drive to meet this new guy who I am hoping is going to be my best friend! The nurses had to have been the most unfriendly people in the world, so I knew that this wasn't going to go well.

In walks Mr. Doctor... looks over my records, asks me questions, asks me more questions, pushes his hands into my rib cage and asks if it hurts. Hi, if YOU had a mans weight pushing into your lung - would it hurt? DUH! He asks me what I do for my job, what I did for the job when these pains started - blah blah blah. (Background: remember, I was the Lead Teacher in the Infant Room at a Preschool when this started...) Tells me to do some random stomach crunch and sits me up. His response "this is something that is absolutely not digestive related." (Is this guy serious?) My response: "Huh?" His theory: I have an injury to my stomach wall muscle. How did this happen in his opinion? Bending over wrong and picking up an infant while at Goddard. Uhhh... what the hell? How do I make the pain go away? His response: "Advil." Okay -- this dude is a quack! I was hooked up to 2 narcotics while in the ER through IVs for the pain and he thinks that Advil is going to take my pain away? I am not that much of a pansy that would go to the ER for a tad bit of pain that Advil couldn't handle. Why in the heck would I want to pay that Hospital bill?!Needless to say, he is not my new best friend.

We're going to fast forward once again to June 2009: Mary's Birthday Weekend! Courtney and I decided it would be a blast to to take Mary camping at Old Man's Cave for her birthday. Our plan was to leave bright and early on Saturday morning, come home Sunday afternoon. Friday night, I go to bed - all packed and ready to roll! At midnight, I started to feel the pain which I had dreaded... the pain of the mystery digestive tract. NOOO!! Long story short: this pain lasted from midnight all the way until 8am the next morning. Non-stop! Again, so bad that at 6am I called my Mom crying from being in pain for the past 6 hours. The lovely Mother that she is, she jumps in her car to drive 30 minutes to my place. (I love her!) 8am, the pain stops - just in time to pack the car and head onto our way to camping. I wasn't going to give this up if I didn't have to! I knew I just needed to be very careful and I was still a walking time bomb to attack at anytime. God loved me that day, and I had no pain at all the rest of the day... UNTIL... Sunday after I arrived back home. I was at my Mom's house (thankfully, already there) when the pain starts up again. This attack lasted from roughly 2pm to midnight. Again, crying, sobbing and doubled over. One would think that 7 yrs of this, I'd be used to it. I'm here to say, it is a pain that you will never get used to. Ever.

Here comes the great news: Mid-June 2009 - I found a specialist who believed me, ran an x-ray and found that I, Rebecca C. Warren had a gall bladder full of stones! WOOOO HOOOO!

June 29th, 2009:

I divorced my gall bladder! I was rolled into surgery at Grady Memorial Hospital, I had the best nap of my life, and that pesky organ was removed once and for all! I was so happy, I cried. (I like to cry...)

It has been one year yesterday since my organ was removed. I have never felt better! I'm not scared to eat. I can go enjoy Chipotle, Vaqueros, Chile Verde and always know that I will be okay! Thanks you, Dr. Raymond Fuller for providing me with peace in knowing that Mexican food will never hurt me again! May there be a very special place in life for you for making me one happy girl! This has been the best year of my life. I hate you, Mr. Gall Bladder. I hope that you're having a very miserable life where ever you are...

**Sidenote: I learned yesterday from a dear friend that they actually have a pill now that dissolves gall stones... where was this drug when I needed it?! It could have saved me from 7 yrs of pain. Eh. Coulda, woulda, should!

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Adverse Reaction to Music

Music is suppose to be something that is relaxing that brings nothing but good memories, right?! I was driving down the road the other day on one of my various trips up to northeast Ohio and a song came on the radio that I had not heard in YEARS and as I listened to it, I couldn't handle listening to and had to skip over it on the radio. Then as I continued to drive, I was bothered by the fact that I couldn't listen to the song anymore. A song that I really used to enjoy but now, I just can't do it. Songs then were starting to run through my mind on songs that fell into this bucket of doom.

The first one that came to mind was a Rascal Flatts song. It's on the Me and My Gang album. I LOVED this album. Seriously... when it first came out, I could sing (not well) almost every word. One day while talking to one of my friends at the time, she says to me that there is a song on the album that reminds her of me. (Huh?) It's called, Stand.

Lyrics:
Cause when push comes to shove
You taste what you’re made of
You might bend ‘til you break
‘Cause it’s all you can take
On your knees you look up
Decide you’ve had enough
You get mad, you get strong
Wipe your hands, shake it off

Hmm... I ask her what she means and how this relates to me. She says it reminds her of me because of how long it had taken me up to that point to graduate from Ohio State because I was on the 7-yr plan and taking too long. I'll admit it, I was offended. Did I want to stay in school for 7 yrs and pay for 7 yrs worth of education? No. However, because of some credits not transferring, my working to help finance my education (so my parents wouldn't have full responsibility since they have another kid who will be in school and so I wouldn't have a million years of loans to pay), and my inability to pass math classes, yes - it took me a little longer than anticipated. It happens.

Second song: Lose Yourself - Popular during the movie 8 Mile with Eminem. I love Eminem, I can't help it. I know he's a bad influence and isn't the nicest guy - but I think that we can all say that I turned out okay regardless of the fact that I listened to him on a regular basis. Right?? I will never forget driving down the road with my boyfriend at the time and Lose Yourself came on the radio. I was singing (cough, cough - rapping) along with Eminem when he busts out laughing. (WTF?) He says I was saying all the words wrong and wasn't even close. This resulted into a fight. Then into silence. Then just flat out annoyance. I know I got the words right and still this day - I am convinced he was wrong and I was right. However, it always turns my memory to the fight. Annoying.

Lastly, Alanis Morrisette. So 90s, and yet so amazing! I BEGGED my Mom to let me buy this cd. Her response was the typical "over my dead body" that I typically received. She thought Alanis was depressing. Well, she is... I give her that! Though, I loved her and loved her cd. I never went against my Mom's wishes and never bought it. Though, one trip up to Alaska for a family vacation - my aunt had the cd and let my sister and I listen to it in her car. (Though, I am now wondering if it was on cassette?? Eh, oh well - you get the point!) My sister thought that we were so AWESOME for listening to it in her car, and my Mom not knowing. Sneaky! Fast forward 10 yrs, through some family dynamics which leaves room for a whole new blog (aka: novel), my Aunt isn't the most welcome of family members to my sister and myself. So listening to Alanis wail and depress me, it truly depresses me that life has taken such a turn that I have a hard time even talking about my Aunt. Alanis always makes me think of the fun we had, but also gives me a heavy heart to the outcome of some other instances.
I didn't write this blog for you to feel sorry for me or any reason, and I know that this is truly one of my most depressing blogs and I am sorry for that! I just had some thoughts I wanted to jot down about music and how certainly situations can change a song that you used to LOVE into something that makes you want to drive hot pokers into your ear canal when it comes on the radio.

Are there songs that had a negative impact in your life, or do I need to go see a therapist? :)

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Teamwork & Team Tiger!

Over the past year, work has been very interesting. We have been involved in a major transition from moving from being a contracting company supporting another company in Staffing efforts. Three and a half years of supporting the client, made for a very interesting relationship. For years, things were very divided. Us contractors would watch the client groups run out and have fun during Spring/Summer/Fall days - while we would sit back and watch them leave for the day. It was a tough pill to swallow considering our own company wouldn't provide us with fun things, rather they were more interested in giving us pay decreases. Fun. Aren't you jealous?!

Last August, we were transitioned to full-time employees of the client. Many of us had mixed feelings on how this transitioned would run, where as others were either doing cartwheels down the hallway or running down the hall crying scared of the unknown. I was one of those people with mixed feelings - only wondering how the new teams would be. But, at the same token was THRILLED to move full-time to a company who wants the best for their employees and pay for performance. Rather than work your tail off, to get no merit increase one year, to a decrease the next year. More importantly, I was SO excited for the team events that would we be able to participate in now! I did not have to sit back in my cubicle and watch the great divide of people getting to leave work early to go have fun, while we sat back working the afternoon away.

Since August, we've volunteered at the Ronald McDonald House as a HR Team. We've gone to a Columbus Blue Jackets game as a HR Team. Today, we had the 1st Annual Staffing Golf Tournament. When I say golf, I mean putt-putt golf. Imagine my surprise when my team was drawn and I was put onto Team Tiger Woods. I know, I know - he is a horrible and gross man, but I still think he's hot. Don't take that away from me!

To keep with the theme of the event, in normal Becca Fashion, I had to go buy some new threads! This started as a joke at work - that I was going to buy some new plaid pants, but my lovely co workers convinced me to really do it. I wanted to look the best I could for the tournament. Let's be honest - I am there to make Tiger (...and my Dad...) proud. Additionally, I just love watching golf. Playing, no way - I suck. Watching, I enjoy it. I wish I could have made it to the Memorial this year! Darn moving!

Anywho: back to the topic at hand. My new threads. While in Florida, I bought (as a joke) some bright pink Keds. I saw them, I thought - I'm in Clearwater Beach, I want to get some Keds like the 80 yr olds. So - I did.


But, when thinking about it I thought that these would be great for my golf game today! So, I needed to find some golf shorts to go with my shoes...

I head to Golf Galaxy after work to look for some carpis/shorts/something! Anything!

I found a few great pairs of shorts, but really - it all came down to these:
How cute are these!? Now, I was very worried about the length. They aren't capris, they aren't shorts - so what are they? I dunno. All I know is that my skinny ankles are going to look ridiculous in them! I try them on... and to my surprise I didn't look as horrid as I thought I would look!

End of the day: Did I make Tiger or my Dad with my mad golf skills? No. Did my ankles make me look ridiculous? No. Did I look dumb? Debatable. Will I wear my golf shorts again? Heck yes. I want to get back out of the golf course and MAYBE learn to golf. But to be honest - I'd rather driving the golf cart and watch YOU golf in my cute clothes.