A Japanese Rut

How easy it is to forget about such tragedies when we live half a world away. Let's be aware and do something about it. This is easy: go donate some dough to help the cause. Email me at rcm619@gmail.com, and I will draw a picture and email it to you. I'll probably post it so I don't have to double time drawing— GROSS [sarcasm]. I'll draw you. Or you with Ke$ha. Or what I think you look like. Or what I want you to look like...

Q: Why would you want a picture drawn by Becky?
A: Because it's cool-ish.

I want Anne Lamott to be my best friend

She's the best. Best writer. Best funny person. Best life-learner. Get off this interweb and go read one of her books.

A couple of lines from Traveling Mercies: 
[more to come!]

"The babies rolling around in the sand looked like breaded cuts of veal."

"The thoughts I was thinking were so bad that it would have made Jesus want to drink gin straight out of the cat dish."

Hey! It's another post about Jesus:

 

Please please excuse the piss poor grid structure. This almost didn't make the cut, but I think the point is worth noting.

new new new

A new page, new golf hole, new morning, new ridiculous ska band (i.e. Texas Skankska Massacre), new cricket season, or new project are all full of so much hope + potential. None of them have happened before, so we mustn't limit ourselves to our past. Also, HAPPY PALM SUNDAY! If you wear that jersey, then we have much to celebrate this week.

Making Ideas Happen

 

After reading Making Ideas Happen, one of the lessons I took from it is that having a creative mind isn't good enough. A lot of people are creative. 100 x 0 is still 0. It takes persistence, confidence, good judgement and tenacity to follow through with an idea. It's a pretty good book for creative types and those in leadership positions. It's one of those that could be summed up in a few paragraphs, but it's good to hear all the examples and tactics used by others.

Matthew McConaughey vs. Archer (the font)

I drove to Austin last night to see Aaron Draplin speak. Of all the inspiring things I thought about on my drive home, this is one that seemed the best to hash out over my lunch break. Neither Matthew McConaughey nor (or should it be "or"??) Archer were mentioned. He DID talk about Futura Bold. Obviously.

this. time. is. short.

 

Side Note to Readers: 

Yes, yes. We all know that our time alive is limited and short blah blah. Some think about it more than others. Since moving to Texas, I've had a hard time breathing. No idea why. It's just weird. Nothing too fuss about, but it was that feeling of why-can't-I-ever-catch-this-effing-breath-that-I-so-effing-deserve. Long gasps for air. Doctor didn't know what was wrong. I just had to deal with it. Again, not the worst thing in the world; genocide, hate crimes, and broken hearts are all worse indeed.

Several weeks ago I was about to begin sobbing out of frustration of the whole matter (almost doesn't count, but it almost does). I says, "God! I just want to breath! Please help me to breath." And then, moments later I breathed the most refreshing and biggest breath of air. It was wonderful. Then I said, "God — thank you for this breath." It's been great since. Just giving credit where credit is due.

A high five denied.

All tuckered out.

This was comprised during my travels home from Iowa last weekend. Why does travel wear on me so much? It's the laziest I can possibly be: I wear leggings all day while I curl up like a cat and either sleep on the plane or talk my fellow traveler's ears off. Then I have the nerve to eat copious amounts of ice cream and other such delicacies that I justify only because "I only fly every so often". I don't even have to walk like a normal person because the ground levitates me to my terminal before my metabolism (or what's left of it) has a chance to catch up. Ay yay yay.

Claaaassic Becky:

What I can't have

inadequate

Hey this is funny and ironic: I originally spelled inadequate wrong in the drawing. I promise that I don't touch up my drawings in Photoshop...unless it is an embarrassing type-o...

A code for texting humor:

Wouldn't you?!

Mmm hmmm

Yeeeesh

Gossip Girl de Texas

Texas loves to have its own version of everything. Examples include Texas Edition trucks, Texas Double Whoppers, and Texas waffles. Bigger. Better. More Tex-ish. When is Gossip Girl ★ Texas going to premier???

Sassy & Classy

Do you ever get a line from an obscure song stuck in your head? ME TOO!!!! Today's overly trendy doodle was inspired by this throwback. Yes, this was one of my favorite songs in high school. You're welcome for introduction, or if you are so lucky, the reunion.

You do.

I know this much thanks to Cory, Rachel and my Christ Life group. You should know it too.

Mrs. PHP

Shout out to A WAL

 

This gem was born during the Super Bowl last Sunday. My pal Anna was singing my praises to everyone who would listen (not really). She IS a faithful Pish Posher though. For that, she gets a cute portrait on the world wide web. What's so special about Anna anyway? She's better at trivia than you. She broke the guy's glasses from New Found Glory. Her husband is in The David Crowder Band. She practically has a masters degree. She does not condone adolescent smoking OR human trafficking. There really should be a VH1 show about this diva.

Huh. I thought all celebrities were tall.

Readers are Leaders

Listen to this cat woman thing with a bow, bangle, and braces.

Narnia:

Noodles read: In regards to the newest Narnia flick, I thought it was sub par. 

Dallas Driving

Today's drawing isn't particularly interesting. It is more of a statement. Whenever I drive in Dallas, my GPS (Australian Lee), gets so distraught. We think we know where we are going and then all the overpasses get up in our business. Before I know it the roads are full of shiny Mercedes Benz/Benzs? and King Ranch trucks (Texas Edition, of course). Cheers to Waco for being so cool about stuff like this.

Also, let's talk about the fact that "Benz" is not an easy or familiar word to pluralize.

Jesus said love

Inspired by a shirt Ryan was working on yesterday for these guys.

waxed brows

Since I'm a bit of a late bloomer, I got my brows waxed for the first time last week. I didn't realize I should have done it on my last stop of my errands. I had to get makeup for Katie's wedding, so I looked like a big dingus to the experts at M•A•C.

Katie's face

Everyone should fancy themselves to drawing a portrait of a friend without looking at the paper. Old news if you've graduated from elementary school, but go ahead and give it another shot. 

Soon! I promise!

Can't find my Moleskine! It will turn up soon and posts will be just around the corner. Thank you for your patience. Let's hope I didn't leave it on my flight Sunday...yeeeesh...

Beyonce Pantless

DEAL WITH IT.

On the nights that I have three Mexican martinis (i.e. this one), I am oh so thankful that I powered through days like Monday. Except I didn't. I just bitched about it. [see above]

Brrrrr Realz, Tex

Jus Sayin

Backcombing Dra-dra-dra-drama

Try these things:

Intervention

 

When Hannah was in town, she introduced me to a few new television programs, including A&E's Intervention.

The very same week Han and Julie had a little "intervention" with me regarding my tendency to over analyze. How right they are! I was going to text Julie the next day to thank her for the intervention, but I thought she would think I was over analyzing the whole thing so I didn't. Then I thought that if I don't send the text because of the fear of her thinking I was over thinking, I was over analyzing even more. Sometimes you just can't win.

She said...MAYBE!

Nah, I'm just kidding...but...2011 has SO. MANY. WEDDINGS. When I was a little tyke I always wondered why no one ever said "maybe" to a proposal. I get it now.

This post goes out to all my bros who are brave enough to take the plunge. I imagine it is the scariest question you've ever had to ask until this point in your lives. Nice work. I salute you, Mr. Fancy Ring-in-a-Box-Down-on-One-Knee-er.

...People I do Not Know | 003: Dawn Keith

 

Dawn in a nutshell: She's just getting to that age where she sees the practicality of Christmas sweaters. She's quiet and compliant but don't you dare step on her toes. She hopes she's related to Toby Keith, but she really doesn't want to know. The only good thing about not knowing is that she can still dream about jumping into his arms after a long day of work at the DOT. She's from North Texas, hence the new nickname her friends in Louisville gave her. Oh, and she's terrified of deer, whales and Michael Jackson.

A Fankle

 

On New Year's Eve Iowa gave me a swift kick in the behind by placing a patch of ice under my feet. Now I have a fat ankle for going on three days now. Will it ever diminish to its original size? Who is going to want a girl with a cankle?

2010 was fun.

My dear readers,
So sorry about the lack of updates in the last week. I have been enjoying my Christmas break at home with my family and friends. Hopefully the snow, deer and ethanol give me the fuel I need to ring in the new year with a bang. New posts resuming January 3rd. 

Love and miss you all! Thank you for your encouragement and kind words.

Positive endings and happy beginnings,
Becky