Even though this tends to primarily be a humor blog, I am also a sentimental fool.
[And I am queen AND RULER OF ALL SO I CAN DO AS I PLEASE!!!!]
In honor of Father’s Day today, I would like to share a video of my dad and I singing. I feel that this is one of the first times we’ve sang a duet together, but there’s nothing as fun and special as singing with someone you know. And who, besides mom, do you know better than your dad?
Continue reading ➞ Dad & I Sing “All Because Of Love”
I know you shouldn’t begin a post or a vlog with an apology.
I hardly ever do.
But, considering I’m uploading this video with the mindset, I need to post SOMETHING. . . No. I’m not willing to spend any more time re-editing that.
Continue reading ➞ Christmas Caroling | Vlogmas 19
My day started at five forty this morning. My stomach cringes at the thought.
Opening the shop went well, though. Everyone was very nice to me, and the time didn’t drag on.
A seventy year old man also asked me if I was married and if I had an older sister. I don’t know how those two questions correspond with each other, but I answered no to both.
I then drank a lot of coffee and came home and took a nap, because I knew tonight was going to be a long one.
Because we went caroling! (Doesn’t above look like a rock star pic?)
Continue reading ➞ BLOGMAS Day #20 — Caroling & Nighttime Pictures
I’m going to categorize this post under life and writing, because the same is true for both.
A couple Mondays ago, I sent this spazzy sounding tweet into the world. It went a little something like this. .
Anyway, I was stoked!
A few days before, my dad told me he got a text from one of his friends from church saying they needed a babysitter Monday and Tuesday, and can Rebekah do it? . . I’ve never babysat a day in my life. Never changed a diaper (obviously). Never even held a baby.
They said I was hired.
Continue reading ➞ Babysitting
If you’ve been following From My Second Hand Closet or my Twitter, you’ve read about my friend Julie.
There she is! (Click the pic to read the post behind it)
Well, Julie cracks me up, ’cause one day, I got a message from her that went a little something like this.
Continue reading ➞ I made the internet! (But not for writing. .)