tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41247809970666625812024-03-04T23:45:21.325-08:00Randomness of a Restless MindRebeccaKeyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04032635111435432331noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124780997066662581.post-39193501780070031962015-01-19T17:40:00.000-08:002015-01-19T19:22:53.271-08:00Who I Am: I Warned You
The quote “When someone shows you their
true colors, believe them” comes to mind too often. A few weeks ago, in the midst of ridiculous,
unavoidable madness I found myself inexplicably dragged into, I kept reciting
this quote. No, I didn't think they were
bluffing when I first saw their colors all of those years ago and save the
blind, others are finally opening their Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124780997066662581.post-7202909397884752842013-03-24T00:43:00.000-07:002023-07-17T13:30:45.208-07:00Paris, je t’aimeI’ve had an infatuation with all things French and
Parisian for quite some time now. I have
no idea what first piqued my interest, but something did and it’s only
increased since. Granted, my infatuation
seems to decrease, or rather, I get busy and forget how much I love it from
time to time. Then, I see a movie or
hear a song and I remember how much I love all things French.
A Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124780997066662581.post-13407172058859987342012-10-21T19:45:00.000-07:002013-10-16T19:19:25.134-07:00Been a WhileI knew I hadn't written a blog in quite a while, but I definitely didn't realize that it'd been over 2 years since my last post. Goodness, what the heck have I been doing that's kept me from posting anything? Too much. Nothing at all.
I guess the saying is true: Time flies when you're ... living. Wait, that's not right ...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124780997066662581.post-53147804052665511832010-09-12T12:17:00.000-07:002015-01-19T17:34:51.427-08:00Busted<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124780997066662581.post-57173287010858005542010-07-13T01:24:00.000-07:002013-10-16T19:19:40.507-07:00Twin Envy
My twin and I figured you should know why each birthday is so special to us (among the obvious reasons of being alive and whatnot), so we figured we'd fill you in.
26 years ago ...
Randall: As you know, I'm older than Alicia ...Alicia: By one minute.Randall: I'm telling the story!Alicia: Fine, carry on ...Randall: Thanks. As you know, I'm one minute older than Alicia. Now, one minute Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124780997066662581.post-83419888293229397642010-07-08T00:38:00.002-07:002015-01-19T17:20:38.145-08:00Gradually<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124780997066662581.post-52376830928614340902010-07-01T23:02:00.005-07:002013-10-16T19:20:07.904-07:00Bird of SummerI’ve been sitting here listening to Alicia Keys’ How It Feels To Fly for far too long now. Just sitting here. Staring at my computer. Trying to figure out how to start a blog about “revelations” of sorts. A few things have crossed my mind, but I’ve realized that the main thing that’s on my mind right now is the same thing that’s been on it for months: various thoughts about my life and how Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124780997066662581.post-69167974934216030932010-05-13T23:23:00.004-07:002023-07-30T01:59:42.212-07:00Who I Am: The Warning<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124780997066662581.post-16838289424308214812009-11-24T20:33:00.010-08:002013-10-16T19:20:38.661-07:00Still Undefeatedra⋅tion⋅ale
-noun
the fundamental reason or reasons serving to account for something.
a statement of reasons.
a reasoned exposition of principles.
Synonyms:
logic, basis, grounds.
My brother once told me that I’m too logical, that I think with my head too much. Funny, because it’s true: that I think with my head too often and rarely ever with my heart. Funny too, because who would think Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124780997066662581.post-34546342108512419682009-11-21T20:43:00.004-08:002015-01-19T17:33:50.697-08:00Think of You Still<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124780997066662581.post-56716541688432120162009-11-17T12:20:00.005-08:002013-10-16T19:20:52.256-07:00The Unknown<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124780997066662581.post-41918185787569221412009-10-14T14:01:00.007-07:002013-10-16T19:20:56.308-07:00Stumped<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124780997066662581.post-73478135236488642872009-09-17T21:45:00.009-07:002013-10-16T19:22:36.456-07:00TrinityAs of September 13th, I’ve officially been out of California for three years. Three years. Sometimes it seems like it’s been much longer than that and other times, it feels like I moved out here only yesterday. Though I’ve become greatly tired of this town and nearly all things that it does not have to offer, I know that I wouldn’t have grown and learned so much had I never moved out here. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124780997066662581.post-4624736579481188472009-09-16T12:37:00.003-07:002013-10-16T19:22:21.118-07:00Refresher -Year Two
Eyes Wide Shut: Year Two, September 2008
September 13th marked the two year ‘anniversary’ away from what I thought I knew and would always miss and I must say, that my outlook on year two in Pittsburgh differs quite a bit from that first year here. Sites and seasons are no longer new and I no longer consider myself to be a stranger caught in the rapture of such naiveté. Instead, I can wholly Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124780997066662581.post-41749765688901947642009-09-16T12:20:00.018-07:002013-10-16T19:22:25.466-07:00Refresher -Year One<!--[if !mso]> v\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} o\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} w\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} .shape {behavior:url(#default#VML);} <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE MicrosoftInternetExplorer4Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124780997066662581.post-69823321061888398102009-08-28T07:04:00.006-07:002013-10-16T19:22:32.900-07:00CookiesIf your first batch of kids were cookies, they’d be thrown out. They’re either too sweet, too nutty, too salty, too soft, overcooked, or all of the above and I just can’t stand to stomach them. Catch me on the right day and I might be able to force a bite or two down, but catch me any other time and my taste buds are going to reject it on contact.Let’s say you’re baking cookies while you’re Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124780997066662581.post-92063666557334675822009-06-30T22:43:00.000-07:002013-10-16T19:22:56.612-07:00Think of YouYou’ve traveled from one end of the country to the other and not on your own accord. I always assumed you were headed down that road, but it still amazed me to some extent when it came to fruition. It’s been a while since I’ve heard from you and I really hope that you’re doing well –well, as well as you possibly can be. Hopefully, time is passing by relatively quickly. Please, know that Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124780997066662581.post-8998727972430839532009-04-18T19:33:00.002-07:002013-10-16T19:23:02.045-07:00Things That Irk Me: Vol. 2, Strictly PeopleThings that irk the hell out of me (in no particular order):• Folks who can’t seem to return a call/text/email, but know how to make contact when they need something. You must be kidding …• People who seemingly, inadvertently accuse you of something and then, when they realize their accusations are way off base, continue as if nothing happened. Umm, I’m going to need a couple of minutes … Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124780997066662581.post-16727331060269575882009-01-30T07:20:00.002-08:002013-10-16T19:23:07.344-07:0025 Random Things ...Once you've been tagged you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you:1) I’ve never been any good with numbers; that’s Randall’s thing. 2) To this day, white water rafting at UC Davis the summer before my junior year in high school is probably the most fun thing I’ve ever done. 3) I really wish I’d taken French and not Spanish in high school like IUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124780997066662581.post-4601143044087713362009-01-28T11:32:00.011-08:002023-07-30T01:56:00.581-07:00Old Folks and Babies• I still can’t figure out how elderly people and babies live in Pittsburgh, well, cold weather in general, I guess. I just don’t get it. All winter long, especially on the too frequent occasions that I have to step outside of my apartment, I’m trying to figure out how people get used to the madness that is this weather. I can’t imagine having to bundle up a little kid in 16 layers of Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124780997066662581.post-6471857482271081052009-01-10T21:00:00.001-08:002013-10-16T19:24:09.642-07:00Things That Irk Me: Vol. 1, EverythingThings that irk the hell out of me (in no particular order):♦ "Younger" people who insist on calling me and everyone else "Hun," "Sweetie," etc. "Hi Hun, I can help you." "Hey Sweetie, do you need anything?" Blah, blah, blah … Why the hell is your 25 year-old behind calling that 60 year-old woman "Hun?" Whatever happened to "Ma'am?" Goodness ... ♦ Those who find the need to text/email/Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124780997066662581.post-90186900858315501802008-12-30T21:32:00.002-08:002013-10-16T19:23:53.737-07:00ImagineOh how I would love to smack a post-it on the foreheads of many.Imagine reaching your hand into your pocket, any pocket, and magically pulling out a post-it with ‘ BULLSHIT!’ written on it. Now, imagine taking that post-it and smacking it across someone’s forehead. Not their cheek or their mouth or anywhere else, their forehead. Plain and simple. Are you with me? Can you see it? Can youUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124780997066662581.post-13431950383230281332008-10-12T17:59:00.003-07:002013-10-16T19:24:02.850-07:00Eyes Wide ShutSeptember 13th marked the two year ‘anniversary’ away from what I thought I knew and would always miss and I must say, that my outlook on year two in Pittsburgh differs quite a bit from that first year here. Sites and seasons are no longer new and I no longer consider myself to be a stranger caught in the rapture of such naiveté. Instead, I can wholly say that this past year was one Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124780997066662581.post-44831598287622573442008-06-03T15:38:00.002-07:002013-10-16T19:24:14.416-07:00Life Goes On ...It hurts like I’d imagine ripping duck take off my pubic area would. Oh wait, I guess that pretty much sums up waxing. Hmm, never mind. Scratch that thought.It hurt, and I cried. It hurts and it’s going to for a good while longer. It’s only just begun … This Usher cd knocks. I’m still stuck on that Hootie & the Blowfish cd, too. It’s Hootie in the car, Usher in the crib … Not Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124780997066662581.post-73830508565908972492008-06-01T14:44:00.000-07:002013-10-16T19:24:22.972-07:00Taxes ...Have you ever considered writing-off people like you write-off clothes for tax purposes? I mean, it’s really a wonderful thing when you think about it. You have a closet full of clothes that are extremely difficult to get rid of, because they hold some sort of sentimental value and you know that if you didn’t really need the space, you’d never even consider getting rid of the items. But Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0