my life is slowly finding a new pattern. turns out i can homebody with the best of them. the best of them being my dogs. speaking of the dogs, my schedule at work has shifted a bit, so i am in the office from 10-3 and working from home outside of those hours. i could probably leave them home for 8ish hours, but i don’t think i’ll ever be able to do 8-5 in the office (plus 30 minute commute bookends) without coming home to let them out in the middle of the day.
we put nora down about two months ago. she got sick very quickly… kidney failure. then, for christmas, matt told me he needs to break up and move out. so, that happened. he took the cats just today since we had an incident with the bird last night. so, it’s down to me, two dogs, and a parakeet.
work is still really great, i got a promotion late last year and need to focus on making sure i keep doing that well.
i’m still at the awesome job, also doing a bunch of side projects to keep my brain working. we’re back down to two parakeets since the third fella was super aggro. he’s now with a family that has trained him to calm down and everyone is much happier.
a lot has changed in my life since my last update. a little over two years ago, i was laid off from the first job i had out of college. our breakup was long overdue and turned out to be a pretty awesome situation, as they’ve since outsourced all web production to some indian company. to be honest, it was turning into data entry and image processing, so a monkey could do it.
the last almost two years at work have been great. i bike to work every day, clocking in 40 miles a week, and i never stop learning.
we’re still holding steady with the pets. we added another parakeet to the fray a little while ago. a friend had bought it and it turned out that he (the bird) was completely disinterested in any human interaction. since we don’t hang out with our birds, it seemed a good fit.
we lost the chickens to a racoon and haven’t replaced our flock yet. the chicken run needs some tlc before we can call ourselves responsible chickeners.
the moratorium didn’t last forever, we got another dog.
we’ve added two parakeets, six chickens, and four cats to our menagerie since my last update of this entry. i’ve declared a moratorium on the number of feet in the house.
my name is bekee g. gibson. it occurred to me that many of my past friends and cohorts might never come across my site, because as a youth, i spelled my name “becky”. hopefully this reference will help anyone trying to google me.
i have two dogs, jones and nora (not on purpose). we like to spend lots of time at our neighborhood park and running around in the back yard.
i’m happily divorced and, luckily, found my soul-mate along that stressful journey.
i’m pretty smart (and i reserve the right to act stupid every once in a while), i’m also pretty funny. i have a short attention span. i have a long heart line. i have good credit. i have small little toes, i also have small little toenails.
i don’t like green peppers or water chestnuts. every month i get a terrible hankerin’ for salty foods. i’m fond of orange. i dye my hair. i like watching reruns of the newlywed game. i’m usually always cold unless under a blanket. i find great humor in eating made-to-be-like-meat-but-not foods. i like homemade pizza on a flour tortilla. i also have an awesome rice maker.
i like to knit and sometimes crochet. i know how to play euchre and cribbage. i wear at least one orange article of clothing every day.
i’m careful and compassionate. i try to keep in touch with ex-boyfriends. not in a john-cusak-high-fidelty kind of way, but in a “hi, are you 40 already?” kind of way.
i have a hard time lying about anything; even if it’s appropriate. i can be a hermit crab or a butterfly, depending on the time of the month.
i have a weird gift of remembering numbers and numeric sequences. i count steps when i use them. i can read lips pretty well. i know enough braille to make sure hotel bathroom signs are correct (there’s one in dubuque that isn’t). i’m attempting literary braille certification, but this year has already been far more distracting than the last time i tried it.