Why He Isn’t Texting You Back

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Boys are annoying. This isn’t the world’s best kept secret. We all know this.

(My apologies, male readership.)

Boys are especially annoying when they’re boys we have a crush on. And boys are even MORE annoying when we: 1.) Have a crush on them, 2.) We’re texting them—and 3.) They don’t. Text. Back.

WHY boys do this—WHY they insist on “being distracted”/”doing chores”/”helping old ladies cross the street” when they could be having a fantastic conversation with miraculous, God’s-gift-to-earth creatures like you and me, is beyond my comprehension. Why, boys? WHY.

8 Things You May Not Know About Me — (Birthmarks, Crushes, and Hidden Talents!)

I haven’t done a post like this in the past because I didn’t think anyone would care to read it. Also, it’s weird to say, “welcome to a post where I talk all about. . .

ME!!

Then I thought: but it’s fun to read people’s quirks.

THEN I thought: I’ve been blogging for seven years, it could be a fun challenge to think of ten new things.

Challenge accepted.

I’m A Grandma

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“So, Rebekah, what are you doing later?” Daniel asks me.

The clock on my phone reads 9:45pm. I squint at Daniel  like he’s lost his mind. “What do you mean later?”

“Later tonight.”

I blink three times, slowly. I planned on scurrying home and brewing a fresh mug of chamomile. I planned on stretching out the tendonitis in my wrists and wishing the cat sweet dreams. I planned on tidying my shoes and checking the status of my teeth. I planned on saying my prayers.

This was about the point I realized: I am a twenty-something grandma.

How To Socialize

In this day and age, it’s hard to get through a twenty-four hour period without hearing the word “social.” Social media. Social distancing. Socialize.

But what about those who lack the basic requirements of socialization? What about those who have quarantined for so long that they’ve forgotten how to socialize with their fellow man?

That’s where this post comes in.

Socializing is a stressful, somewhat life-threatening factor, necessary to human existence. Let’s get that out of the way. No matter if you’re shy, introverted, or don’t have a tongue, if the waitress at Denny’s asks if you need ketchup, you need to be able to answer her effectively, politely, and without coming off as a psychopath.

Beating The Boredom Of Quarantine

I am blessed to be a part of the “essentials,” the group who has been able to keep their eight hour job during this age where the COVID-19 reigns.

It’s strange.

Besides wearing a mask and half a face of makeup on my eyes and forehead (top-half), not much has changed for me.

It’s surreal to live out my regular, pre-COVID life in a world with fewer cars on the road, strangers wearing dust masks (who don’t look scary and murderous), and a constant disinfecting of my hands.

Nesting — Organization, Finding Happiness In Less

I am in the process of nesting.

I read The Year Of Less** and a fire has ignited in the deep hollows of my gut. My gut hollows, if you will.

** Quick book review: great premise, though I didn’t care too much about her incredibly in-depth personal journey. **

However, I shut the book with one thing in mind: I must purge, organize, and clean.

Left On The Side Of The Road — A Mother’s Story (Part 2 of The Night My Mother Went Missing)

It all started when I received a phone call from my daughter asking me, as she has in the past, if I was doing anything that night.

She was car shopping and wanted to know if I would go with her. The drive time to the dealer with traffic—over one hour and a half.

Pondering how crazy it was to shop for a car that was so far away on a weekday evening, I agreed, and we left. 

The Night My Mom Went Missing (Part 1)

I’ve been in the market for a car. I looked into Kia Souls, but they didn’t feel right. I knew I’d find the right car for me because it would just feel right.

It was midnight on a Saturday and I couldn’t sleep. For kicks, I Googled “used Nissan Juke for sale.”

And I found it. My dream car. It was perfect. It was white. It had all the tech (bluetooth, moonroof, push start). It looked brand new.

It was also in L.A. (1.5 hours away, no traffic). But I was willing to make the trek! Willing to take the chance!

All I needed to do was convince my mother to come with me. . . And I did.

Balboa Island In A Storm

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For Bryce and my anniversary this year, we took the town by storm.

Literally, there was a freak storm.

But it didn’t keep us from enjoying our weekend. We packed the car, threw on some extra layers, ran to Walmart (because neither of us owned an umbrella), and headed out to Balboa Island for a beautiful day of quirky shops and beachfront views.

Neither of us had ever been there, so my parents gave me the lowdown of where to take Bryce for dinner and ice cream and what places to see.

Of course, I brought my camera.

My Phone Was Stolen . . . And You’d Never Guess Who Did It #ThePerfectCrime

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It was a regular Sunday afternoon. I was in church.

CHURCH, MIND YOU. CHURCH! GOD’S HOUSE.

It was after choir practice and I was helping put music away. I had my precious, immaculate, white, brand-new iPhone XR in my hand. I placed it on a bench, along with my music folder, and turned away briefly to kneel down and grab a stack of music off the floor.

When I turned back, it was gone.