1.21.2012

15 reasons why I'm a little bit manly

After a long, stressful two weeks of paint fight mania, Dan, Stef, and myself decided that we really needed massages. At my appointment this morning, I had 90 minutes to ponder my life. At first I started thinking about everything I had to do this week. Then my massage therapist started scratching my head, which felt like heaven. I then came to the realization that every boyfriend I've had loved having their head scratched. And for the most part, I've dated manly guys. So naturally, I associated head scratching with being manly. Then the golden question popped up, "what else makes me like a man?" So here is my list of everything I do and think that makes me like a man. Believe it or not, but its not just the short hair.



15. TVs are important to me. The bigger the TV, the more I respect you. and yes, there is a huge difference between 1080 p and 720 p. Oh and blu ray forever.

14. I'll take guns and cars over love anyday. If I had to choose between an action packed shooting movie where Denzel Washington effs someone up, and some sappy love story, Denzel would win.

13. Beanies are life changing. I own at least 5 beanies and wear them at least 3 times a week. They look good on me.

12. Farting is still funny. But seriously, it is. If you fart in public, I'm usually the one in the back with the red face trying not to laugh.

11. BBQ is God's greatest invention. If I could eat steak, and hamburgers for the rest of my life- sure I wouldn't live long, but I'd be a happy camper. 

10. Sports are not boring. Downloading Scorecenter was one of my better decisions. I check it almost more than Facebook. And my job consists of always being on the Face.

9. Yes, I just called you dude. And you bet bro just came out of my mouth. Stemmed from Southern California toolbags, these two words are the basis of how I address someone. Sometimes, I even use them to begin a story. And not even my poor mother is immune to being dude.

8. Cars. I love cars more than most things on this earth. More than diet coke, and dammit, I love diet coke. One time I went car shopping with my dad (so he could get a new one, as usual) and I ended up in talking about the horsepower in a camaro vs. the horsepower in a challenger with his car guy for at least 20 minutes. I still stand by the camaro's 426 horses and 6.2L engine, by the way. 

7. My goal this summer was to learn to drive manual. Guess what suckas, mission accomplished. 

6. Call of Duty. I like it, and I'm getting pretty dang good at it. 

5. I really enjoy shooting guns. The perk to having a Dad on the police force is that you gain exposure to firearms early on. And you go to the shooting range for cheaper. And I get to look at all his guns. And after all the guns I've shot, I have two words, Sig Sauer.

4. The less I have to do to my hair, the better. Product, blowdry, the end.

3. Shopping is a pain in my butt. If I can order it online, I will in a heartbeat. The mall is packed with too many annoying people that get in my way. I'm all about going in, getting what I need, and getting the freak out of dodge.

2. I dont have tear ducts. Seriously. I dont cry. Crying is annoying. 

1. Whats a relationship? If there is one thing I've learned in my life, its not to get attached. If you decide to do so, get ready to get hurt. And pissed. So I've come up with a better plan. Just dont get invested. Toot and boot it if you must. I wont judge, because I do it too.


So after reading this... wanna go on a date? 



Sike.

1.05.2012

im obsessed.

obsessed. obsessed. heck, that doesnt even begin to explain that. 


i cannot get enough of the girliest thing on earth. sparkles. 








i would die if i could find this dress. i neeeed it.


i needed to get that out of my system or i might have exploded.

yours truly,
beks

1.04.2012

a seattle winter.

last week i went to seattle. this is what i did.

i was a busy busy bee.

and so happy about it.


I watched my 'sister' marry her best friend.
{shes not really my sister, but she might as well be} 


i was her bridesmaid.



my baby brother was my date {mostly because he was taller than me}


my mom and i were... 

i dont know why we decided these faces were a good idea.

i reunited with my favorite l.a. hipster in the world. 



we posed like the seattlites that we truly are.


isnt she so darling?!



i saw a tower of guitars and got to warp my voice. 

and finally, eighteen hours before i was set to leave, i witnessed one of the greatest, most magnificent things ever.



New Years Eve in right under the space needle. 

Nope, didnt get a New Years kiss. Although some old french guy offered.

According to someone I used to know thats "a taste of real culture."

...uhhh what?

It was so nice to be home for the holidays. I loved being surrounded by those that are closest to me. 
It was especially nice since I don't know when I'll be home next. {San Diego, or Denver might be in the very near future.}

yay life!

yours truly, 
beks