I wasn't kidding about being eleven. We closed down Dave and Buster's. WHO DOES THAT?!
Jas and I were the big winners for sure, and contemplated an impromptu trip to Vegas, just because we were so hot. Yowza.
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A weekend of childish things
Look! I found a Donkey!!
Jumpture of the weekend I think.
Yeah, she actually paid to do this. Don't get me started. Seriously.
Jas came, we reverted to eleven year olds. Our day at the Phoenix Zoo was superfun and superhot.
My name is Mingni
....and I am a nerd junkie. I love nerdy, confident boys. Anyone with no ass, skinny spaghetti arms, boyish charm, and zero game. This boy was probably beaten up on the playground a lot. He cried into his mommy's lap at soccer games. His prom date played the oboe in the marching band. No dose of supplemental testosterone will enable him to have a five o clock shadow, his would take five years. He always said the wrong thing. Until one day, he didn't. He said precisely the right thing and people laughed. This boy then discovered that this lanky figure and floppy ears were completely unnoticeable as long as people are laughing. This man has no idea how to 'play the game'....he was never hot enough or starter on the basketball team. So thus, he knows only to say what he means and vice versa. His appeal is born of charisma, which is much more potent than baby blue eyes or a killer smile. He has only charm and vitality to offer, because his bushy eyebrows and big nose will never sell any underwear. Enter Zach Braff, Shia Lebeouf, Max Crumm, Justin Long, Emile Hirsch, Ryan Gosling, and my most recent weakness, Dev Patel. These boys always have impeccable taste in music, inevitably due to the years they spent in their rooms or on their skateboards, reflecting on the pubescent melodrama they kinda wished they were a part of. They are uber talented, likely due to the hours they devoted to their passions instead of making out with the Homecoming Queen or getting high under the bleachers. They can't play it cool, because they have no reputation to uphold. So they happily indulge in musical theatre and pogo sticks. After recently discovering Dev in his brilliant indie heartwarmer, I have become enamored with him. He is horribly skinny, and talks about it all the time. He makes an ass of himself at every interview gushing about the celebrities he has now met and what his mom thinks of them. He thinks himself naked=always funny. He tells stories like he's 8 and just caught a frog in his Grandma's creek. He dances. I would bet money that he knows how to wield a tambourine.....and would love it. He has all the appeal of Zach and Max....with an English accent. He uses phrases like "cheeky retorts" and "sod it". He giggles. He still rides the train everywhere. Sigh. Can't we be best friends, banter, and play pranks on each other all the live long day?!
PS: watch this. if you don't get it, i dont get you.
Just a taste.
Cuddle party....BYOBinky.
Of the bliss I am in. It's love, I'm sure of it.
Sammy Lou has long fingers, long toes, and light brown hair. She came out looking like her mom, but is morphing into a carbon copy of her daddy by the hour. She is a love.
.....more pictures and updates on The Becker Blog.
This I Pledge
What Sam will learn from her Aunt Mimi:
1: how to wear a tutu proudly.
2: how to harmonize to the radio.
3: how to write the perfect essay.
4: how to parallel park.....a bus....in downtown san francisco.
5: how to tie the perfect bow, and french braid her own hair.
6: that adventure and life wait for no convenience.
7: how to make lists, weigh pros and cons.
8: that accessories make an outfit.
9: to love musical theatre......and Gonzaga Basketball.
10: how to use a power drill.
11: that it's better to ask forgiveness than permission.
12: to choose a career based on the kind of life you desire.
13: how to run home to the family and friends whom have loved her before they knew her.
I start tomorrow.
On This Day.
1825 - The U.S. House of Representatives elected John Quincy Adams president.
1895 - The first college basketball game was played as Minnesota State School of Agriculture defeated the Porkers of Hamline College, 9-3.
1895 - The first college basketball game was played as Minnesota State School of Agriculture defeated the Porkers of Hamline College, 9-3.
1895 - Volley Ball was invented by W.G. Morgan.
1953 - The movie "Superman" premiered.
1960 - The first star was placed on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.
1969 - The Boeing 747 flew its inaugural flight.
1971 - The Apollo 14 spacecraft returned to Earth after mankind's third landing on the moon.
2009 - My life changed forever. She's here. Samantha Louise Becker. 7lbs, 1 oz. Nineteen perfect inches of little girl.
Hollywood's Into You.
This book is just so poignant. It resonated with me like the Bible does. He really, just wasn't that into me. None of them were. We went and saw the movie when Andrea was here. For those of you whom are planning to see it, stop reading and come back. I have no regard for the sanctity of manners when it comes to not ruining movies. The book is a somewhat bitter diatribe of a male/female duo who are sick and tired of hearing their friends, daughters, nieces, cousins, coworkers, etc make lame and pathetic excuses for the men they are seeing (ahem, stalking?) as to why they aren't ensconced in relational bliss yet. They realized that these men are not scared, busy, or not ready. They're just not that into these women. So they compiled guidelines, added real stories from their friends, and wrote a book. A lame-guy excuse debunk-er, if you will. If he wants to call, HE WILL CALL. I see it everyday. Perfectly lovely and deserving girls who are just baffled by the brush off, or forgive when they really should just forget.
The following conversation actually happened to me. My friend was left at the altar. This man/monstrocity, after a few months decided he wanted her back. I was appalled at her mere consideration of this scenario:
her: "well, he really wants to be a good person, but he has a hard time doing it."
WHAT?!
As I told my friend, "I may want to be a turtle, but I'm not. No male turtle cares that I want to be a turtle, no matter how hard of a time I'm having with it."
I love this book. Must read for anyone who breathes.
I was disappointed, at first, to see that the movie brought a softer interpretation. The painfully overeager girl, turned out to be the exception of the brush off, not the rule. The book teaches to not expect to be the exception, because you're likely not. Harsh, but oh so true. The woman who can't get her seven year boyfriend to marry her ends up with a doorknob on her finger. I was a little annoyed. Once again, Hollyweird skews the story to be ideal. the eternal fairytale. Urgh.
However, upon further reflection, I let go of my unforgiving review and realized that it was just fine. Because the thing about guidelines is that they're just that, they can't be the final say. The writers of the book can't account for gut feelings, relationship ties, and the complications of life. So fine, sell the fairytale. Some girl has read the book and is still waiting by the phone anyway. As long as that girl ain't me, I can indulge in the smush.
The Other is Gold.
This is my friend Andrea. She and I have known each other since the fall of fourth grade. We were basically forced upon each other by our fathers, who both worked for the same company and became buds. We didn't really like each other at first. I thought she was too quiet and kind of a nerd; she thought I was wild and crazy. We hated each other's outfits. By the first week of being in school together, we were inseparable. She is my oldest friend. We have known each other through shared crushes, the one big awkward that is puberty, high school boyfriends, unfair parents, driver's licenses, sneaking out of the house, and our first real love: dr pepper lipsmackers. She came for the weekend to recall what sun feels like, as she has been deprived of it in dreary Seattle since September. I dragged her ass up Squaw Peak, we layed in the sun, danced on the platform at one of Scottsdale's many pretentious nightclubs, rummaged PHX's retail offerings, and admired the local foliage. What I love about old friends is the lack of explanation required. She knows it all. Whenever we get to see each other, we momentarily revert back to the 12 year olds at Greenacres Jr High. The only difference is before, we were gasping and laughing about zits, our love "fire", and whether she was old enough to shave her legs. Now, we laugh and gasp about careers, marriage, and the impending doom of adulthood. As long as we are gasping and laughing, I find joy in it all. 
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