Work was definitely crazy today. A whole performance of the Wizard of Oz done in less than 3 minutes. I was an honorary member of the Guild. Everyone had an excellent time and I’m betting we won the pizza party this year. :)


from 01.21.14
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.
from 04.27.11
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 35 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.

Halloweener is near

They’re going totally crazy at work getting things ready for The Wizard of Oz. This is all very silly. I’m almost considering calling in sick tomorrow, but I won’t because then I’ll be leaving Denise to fend for herself. Ugh. We’re supposed to not spend a whole lot of time on this, nor waste company resources.. yet I’m not sure if the entire department (Web team aside) worked 8 hours combined today! I can’t wait until it’s over. I’m one of the Lollipop Guilders.


We (Kelli, Adam, Kurt and I) went to see The Ring last night. Aside from the drunk, obnoxious, and childish crowd, I thought it was pretty okay. Kinda scary, kinda lame. I’m hard to impress though.

daylight savings

So we’re actually not saving daylight, we’re consuming more of it. I watched a thing on Discovery yesterday about how the moon moves away from the earth at 1.5 inches a year and it will make our days longer, the further away it gets. All the people who claim that there aren’t enough hours in a day should just wait 1,000 years.

Today for lunch we have…

Cheater’s Enchiladas Prep Time: approx. 10 Minutes. Cook Time: approx. 20 Minutes. Ready in: approx. 30 Minutes.
Makes 8 servings.
1 (8 ounce) container sour cream
8 ounces shredded Monterey Jack cheese
1 (12 ounce) can green enchilada sauce
12 (6 inch) corn tortillas
1 (2 ounce) can chopped black olives
1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees
2. In a small bowl, combine the sour cream and cheese.
3. Into a 9×13 inch pan, pour a small amount of enchilada sauce to coat bottom of pan. Layer 6 tortillas on bottom of pan. Layer half of the cheese-sour cream mixture and 1/3 of the olives over the tortillas. Repeat. Pour the remaining enchilada sauce over the final layer.
4. Bake for 20 minutes. Cut into squares and serve.


I’ve never eaten it, I don’t think I would like it, and I don’t want it in my inbox. This is the type of thing I get to look at when I clean out the Deleted Items folder. I think I’d be more upset if those damn Koreans didn’t design such cute gambling ads.