i guess, in all my excitement about getting the house situated and the food blog, i forgot to announce that i’m not having a memorial weekend party this year.
i used to joke that it was an excuse to clean the house so it was at least presentable in the dark. there isn’t much to clean now, since we’re keeping it relatively clean and i’ve purged a lot of things from the first floor rooms.
also, i’m sad to report that Marco passed away last night, in my hoody.
i also forgot to mention that today would have been my 16th wedding anniversary. i still contest that 25 year olds shouldn’t get married.
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 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.