Wednesday, July 17, 2013

You are special.

Do you remember the book, You are special, by Max Lucado? {I would reccomend reading this right now, because it is a wonderful story}

This has been really relevant to me as of late. I've been thinking about it all week. Since Thursday. Remember, the Wemmicks? Punchinello was the main character. They got stars for being graceful, talented, and beautiful, and dots for being clumsy, boring, and ugly. My problem lately isn't that people have been giving me marks, but more that I've been marking up myself. Mostly with dots. There's a paragraph that introduces a new character, 

One day Punchinello met a Wemmick who was unlike any he'd ever met. She had no dots or stars. She was just wooden and clean. Her name was Lucia. It wasn't that people didn't try to give her stickers; it's just that the stickers didn't stick. Some admired Lucia for having no dots, so they would run up and give her a star. But it would fall off. Some would look down on her for having no stars, so they would give her a dot. But it wouldn't stay either. Punchinello was amazed, he wanted to be like her, without any stickers.

Like Punchinello, I don't want any stickers. I want to un-stick them. Lucia tells Punchinello that she visits Eli, and when she visits him, he helps her. Punchinello gets the courage to visit Eli and Eli notices Punchinello's bad marks. Naturally, the Wemmick feels sorry, and like he needs to explain. 

Eli says, "Oh, you don't have to defend yourself to me, child. I don't care what the other Wemmicks think."

"You don't?" 

“No, and you shouldn't either. Who are they to give stars or dots? They're Wemmicks just like you. What they think doesn't matter, Punchinello. All that matters is what I think. And I think you are pretty special."

Wow. This made me realize, because some of my main dots have been about my body lately, that I should never exercise to become more skinny; to look better. How I look doesn't matter. (This is where I have the internal battle, "Yes it does! No it doesn't! Well, It does, because you'll be more aproachable! NO, it really DOESN'T" Ugh. It makes me sick, it goes on and on. It's been six days of this now. But I am finally reaching my conclusion.)

It DOESN'T matter. I need to take care of myself because I AM A CHILD OF GOD. When I keep myself clean, and healthy, I am taking care of a gift from Him. Not only am I taking care of a precious gift, but I feel good. I feel so good when I exercise. I feel so good when I eat well. Sure, I'll look good when I keep myself healthy, but it doesn't matter how I look. What matters is that I will be doing my best. I will be taking care of myself so that I may be able to do whatever God would have me do. I am taking care of myself because I matter to Him. And that is all that matters. 

So: from here on out, I will exercise and eat well because I am taking care of a precious gift, and when I do, I feel great; never again to look good, because that is destructive to me.

Punchinello learned that what the other Wemmicks thought didn't matter, only what Eli thought matters.

Eli finishes:
"The stickers only stick if they matter to you. The more you trust my love, the less you care about the stickers."

"I'm not sure I understand."

"You will, but it will take time. You've got a lot of marks. For now, just come to see me every day and let me remind you how much I care." Eli lifted Punchinello off the bench and set him on the ground. "Remember," Eli said as the Wemmick walked out the door. "You are special because I made you. And I don't make mistakes."

I know he really means it. I am special because God made me, and He doesn't make mistakes. I need to make His thoughts my thoughts and see myself as the Savior sees me. 
I. am. special.

Thursday, June 27, 2013

The best water slide trick ever :) :)

Have I told you, that I love my husband? :) Jameson is seriously my best friend. 

Mary, my sister, asked me, "So... what do you and Jameson do for fun together?"

I gave her this list:

Fun together: 
-Go Camping
-Watch Merlin, the British Series about Prince Arthur and Merlin
-Go Running
-Go on walks
-Mini Golf
-Snow Boarding
-Attend the Temple
-Camp Fires
-Drive and look at big pretty houses
-Go to pet stores and hold the puppies
-Camp Fire (smore's, hotdogs, foil dinners, foil desserts)
-Find new places to eat {Like Tom's Burgers and Gyro's}
-Play games with friends
-Watch Basketball. if we have to. #thankgoodnessplayoffsareover
-Go window shopping (or thrift shops, or garage sales, or just regular stores)
-Play Rock Paper Scissors
-Play with our cute nieces and nephews
-Dance party in the kitchen when I should be doing dishes

To Do This Summer:
-Mountain Bike
-Hot Springs
-Visit people/places (Redfish, Island Park, SLC, Yellowstone) 
-Fly Kites
-Tie Dye
-Deleta Skating Rink
-Real Backpacking trip

We have so many good times together. Last night, we went swimming at Ross Park Aquatic Complex for only $3.00 each! (Monday and Wednesday nights special.)
We started out in the lazy river... I LOVE lazy rivers... but it was a little too slow for Jamo.
We then went down the slide. It was giant, and green. and... kind of slow. Later, after swimming in the deep end, we played a game we learned in Hawaii from our friends, "Hold your breath and swim under each other's legs and DON'T touch them." We saw how far we could swim, and we laughed a lot. It may not sound like a lot of fun with just two people, but it was. You should have been there. Especially Benny. Benny, you would've had a blast!

Okay, blah blah blah. We went swimming and had so much fun, but let me tell you about the REALLY great part.

I liked the slide, Jameson, not so much. I talked him into going on it again. We were waiting in line, and Jamo heard a little kid say, "I'm going to go down sitting on my hands!" and he tried it. I didn't hear this trick, and went so slow, I could have practically climbed back up. He was finished and his eyes were wide full of excitement. "You. Have. To. try that!!!" He explained, and I practically ran up the stairs. This time, I sat on my hands, backs under my bottom, palms on the slide, and I have NEVER HAD SO MUCH FUN on a water slide! Holy smokes! I probably went eighty miles an hour! {#exaggeration} Seriously! It was SO Fast! I was like a bullet shooting out at the end! I will never look at a water slide the same, ever.

I want to be clear: it's not nearly as much about what we do together, as much it is about the quality time, and communicating. We talk, and joke, we get to know who the other is more and more. These things we do don't matter nearly as much as how we love and laugh and treat each other, strengthening our bond. 
I love summer, because we have more time to focus. Focus on our love, our relationship, our communication. 
I can't wait for the rest of this season. I'll definitely try some new slides, and get to spend more time with my bff, Jameson. :) We like each other, a lot.

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Hi Mom.

Hi mom!

I hope you're reading this!!

I made this picture for you today on paint.
..Hope you like it :)
It's titled  2B Square in Rectangle.


Becca Boo

Monday, June 17, 2013

Whistle while you work...

Whistle while you work... or just try to keep on being productive!

This is the hardest part of working for me. It is so much easier to slack... than to give 100% of myself for eight hours every week day. It's much easier to give 60-80%... agreed?
I just try to be productive daily.

These thoughts led to a discussion with my BFF Jameson. I (as usual, because, lets face it, I'm chatty.) did most of the talking.. as follows:

ME: Jameson... I have a SUPER hard time staying focused ALL DAY EVERYDAY during work! It's reallly hard.. and I don't always like it...

ME: YEAH! It's the worst... I lose focus... and want to be anywhere but in an office! Ugh. What's the point. I want to work less hours.
{Insert slightly irrelevant part of the conversation that I forgot.. it had something to do with me wanting to cut back on hours, work lots less, etc.}
JAMESON: That's kinda like quitting...
ME: I'm fine with that! I'm a quitter.
JAMESON: No you're not! You don't want to quit!
ME: YES. I do. I don't mind quitting. I'm seriously fine with it...
{Insert pondering time... I was wondering what's the bid deal about quitting anyway? Why should I not quit? What's the point of... ***ENDURING TO THE END! I hit me.}
ME: Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh..... I guess... not quitting is like enduring to the end. It's practice for life, If I can get through something grueling and totally boring and mindless that makes me want to quit... Enduring to the end is what will bring us everlasting life, and joy. :)
In all seriousness, I do love my job. When I don't love it, I like it. It is great office experience, I usually have a lot to do (I cannot stand idle time!), my employers work very well with my school schedule, and I get more than minimum wage! I like the people I work with, and I love that I am serving others. I have a great job! 

It gets tedious at times... but it's worth sticking to it, and I now know, that I am not a quitter! Now that I realized that it's practice for eternity, for the rest of forever, I'm happy sticking with anything I pick up. 

In the Book of Mormon,  2 Nephi 31:20 it reads:
20 Wherefore, ye must press forward with a steadfastness in Christ, having a perfect brightness of hope, and a love of God and of all men. Wherefore, if ye shall press forward, feasting upon the word of Christ, and endure to the end, behold, thus saith the Father: Ye shall have eternal life.
 I can endure, and I WILL endure to the end with a brightness of hope, and a love of God and of all men. Even in the small things.... like work. :)

Thursday, June 13, 2013

Clothes, Perm, Clogging, and Beekeeping

Lately, I’ve been wanting. A lot. Just random things.
I want I want I want. Does anyone else do this? Come on, seriously, who does it? ME. I definitely do.

For Example:

  1. I wanted new clothes so badly. For some reason, all of my clothes were not satisfactory anymore. I realized how long I had owned and been wearing some shirts… 5 years or so… and that I pretty much wore the same four shirts all the time. Yes, because I liked them, and also because I felt like my others were unsatisfactory… I was on a clothes kick. In the last few months, I’ve bought five pairs of pants, at least six shirts, a couple pairs of shoes… an adorable swimming suit. The worst part is... I want more! Ah! It’s like a sick hunger. I’ve never enjoyed shopping until lately, but I find it relaxing, and nice. I KNOW I don’t need more… I got WAY more than I really needed. What I have is definitely adequate. :) Jameson especially appreciates it when I know I don’t need to shop more. It’s a strange potential addiction, and I don't dare embrace it!
  2. I want a perm! Yes, you read correctly, a perm. Not just a regular tight 90’s perm… I think they call them body waves now.  I know what you're thinking. Poodle, right? Well, let me tell you, that is not at all my intention.
    I would like my hair to look like this..

    Definitely not like this..

    While looking for good perm pictures, I found this article. It made me laugh out loud, poor guy.Okay, so I want a perm, eventually. :) I was seriously obsessed with the idea for maybe a week (I had thought about it occasionally about it for a few months now), but I’ve realized it’s really not a need. For now, I settled on buying a fantastic conditioner and continuing to grow my locks. My straight, straight, straight brunette locks. 
  3. I want to take clogging again! I looked it up and it will cost me more than $80 to participate in the 6 day summer workshop, and $52 a month during the clogging season…  :/ overall, comparable prices in the competitive dance world… but… not good prices for tight budgeted young married people. Ugh. We’ll see what happens with this. It’s more than likely that I’ll be a recreational clogger, instead of competitive.
  4. Lastly, I also want to be a beekeeper, but I’m saving that story for another post. ;)

When sharing about making choices and wanting things, Elder Dallin H. Oaks proclaimed,
"We should begin by recognizing the reality that just because something is good is not a sufficient reason for doing it. The number of good things we can do far exceeds the time available to accomplish them. Some things are better than good, and these are the things that should command priority attention in our lives. . . .
As we consider various choices, we should remember that it is not enough that something is good. Other choices are better, and still others are best. Even though a particular choice is more costly, its far greater value may make it the best choice of all."
Let me echo Elder Oaks, clothes and perms, clogging and beekeeping are all good things. They would all be good choices. Wanting is fun; it’s good to want things… but, there is a definite distinction between wants and needs. Not only is there a distinction between wants and needs, there are things that are good and better to want.

Here are some better things that I want...

  1. I want to strengthen my relationship and friendship with my husband and be best friends with him forever. :)
  2. I want to have happy healthy children who love Jesus Christ.
  3. I want to laugh with my family and friends.
  4. I want to be a diligent worker, for my employers, for my God, for myself.
  5. I want to serve others.
  6. I want to be a disciple of Jesus Christ.

We are so blessed. There are so many good things in our world today. We have the opportunity to make choices everyday. I am so glad that our Heavenly Father trusts us to choose for ourselves. What a great gift! Choice! Today, I'm working on choosing what's better. Focusing on the needs, and the things which will bring lasting happiness. Again, Elder Oaks said, "Even though a particular choice is more costly, its far greater value may make it the best choice of all." 

I know what he says is true.

*Photos from: and

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Thinking about blogging...

So, I've been thinking.. We haven't been very good at this blogging thing. We definitely have room for improvement! I used to blog regularly and loved it. It was a nice outlet and kind of fun, as well. {Feel free to check it out,}

As of late, I haven't been blogging, or even wanting to blog for a few reasons...

  1. I'm lazy.
  2. I feel like I need to give you a spiffy update about how wonderful and sparkly our life is.
  3. I don't feel witty or cleaver or like anyone will want to read what I have to say.
Now lets be real here and dissect these 'reasons' one by one. 

Número uno: Yes, yes I am.

Número dos: There's a little more to this one; It's a joined blog that Jameson and I share, so I thought it might be expected that everysinglepost needed to have something about BOTH of us. Sure, that might be nice, but I don't know how to blog like that EVERY time. So I haven't been blogging at all. The pressure was just too much ;). BUT! As long as I don't care, and you don't care (which leads me to número tres), I'll just write what I wanna write, when I wanna write it. wanna wanna wanna. 

Número tres: Who Cares?! We only have two followers anyway. So, like número dos... I'll just write what I wanna write, when I wanna write it! Deal? deal. 

So, stay tuned folks. There may be a flood of posts coming your way from :)


Friday, December 21, 2012

Nickname Memories by Becca

Listening to my Bill Cosby  radio station (it plays comedy clips) on Pandora has brought a few memories to mind... I remember early morning seminary my sophomore year (or was it my junior?) year of high school. We were going through names. Brother ______(I forgot his name!) had asked me my name and asked me my name, and wrote it on the board for some reason. I said, quite seriously, "Oh! I'm sorry... It's not spelled like that (Becca)." Brother ____, "Oh, is there a K in it? K-A-H?"
""No, it's weird, but there's a silent Q. B-E-C-C-Q-U-A" He was a really gullible man, he apologized, "OH! Sorry." and believed me for about twenty minutes. Then I told him the truth. :)
It was prettttty funny. The funnier thing, is that the story spread, and from that day forward, I had people calling me Beccqua. I still have people who call and say, "Beccqua! How are you??"

I also remember talking with my friends Jeni, Andy and Michael. For some reason, this group of friends would regularly call me Becca Lynn. One day, they asked, "So.. What is your middle name?" I said, "It's Ann." "Hmm...Yeah. Lynn really just sounds better." So Becca Lynn it was. THEY still call me Becca Lynn too.

Funny memories. Seriously, I am so blessed to have had such splendid friends in my days.
...Especially my bff Jameson. :) He's pretty solid.