lame water faucets...

I have decided that I really don't like the push down water faucets that are in public restrooms. You know the ones that if you push for 2 seconds the water doesn't even last until you cease pushing and put you hands underneath the spout. Then you hold it down for 10 seconds and it still doesn't last enough time to get all the soap off your hands. Sure, they are supposed to conserve water but I don't think the whales would mind helping a girl out with soapy and nasty bathroom hands.

I guess the next worst kind of faucet are the twist water faucets where you have to hold the twist in order to get any droplets. You have soapy hands and clean one while holding the twist with the other, and then you have to get your "clean hand", dirty (which now has soap leftovers from touching the faucet). It's an endless cycle of soapy and germy lameness. I am not a fan.

I am in full favor of remodeling all public bathrooms to "automatics". These are my favorite kinds of bathrooms, but usually only exist in nice hotels, US airports and fancy restaurants. The doors, sinks, water faucets, toilets, paper towel dispensers are all awesomely automatic. Everything just works at the wave of a hand and it is a beautiful thing. I think they need to implement a automatic toilet paper releaser! OOOh! I could be a millionaire with this idea.

High school group tonight

Tonight at high school group we discussed how we as men and women are wonderfully made by God. In our small group we discussed one thing we like about ourselves and one thing we don’t like about ourselves. Some girls couldn’t think of something they liked about themselves but everyone could think of something (or more than one thing) that was “wrong” about them. I just thought this was really interesting.

Why can’t we as Christians be more confident in how God made us. Why can’t we see that God loves us EXACTLY how we are and we don’t need to be skinnier or larger or more outgoing or less talkative. But instead we can use those things to glorify God! Like by being confident in our skin we can show other girls it’s ok to have the body God gave you and be content and happy with how God made us. Others will see that confidence and wonder what is different. Without even saying much, it is apparent that God is good and he loves everything about us. And this has a purpose! That we can love others the way he love us! So really by self doubting ourselves, putting ourselves down, not being confident in who God made us... We can’t fulfill what God has for us. We’re missing out in what God has for us and others are missing out because of it too! It’s kind of like that saying, “You can’t love others until you love yourself.”

All this talk reminded me of this verse...
Psalm 139:17 How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them! Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand.

Our thoughts are so intimate and private. And to think that God cares and thinks every thought is precious seems amazing to me. So I can’t imagine what God thinks about when he “hears” our thoughts of self doubting and dissatisfaction.

How disappointing it would be for me to create something and then my creation told me or thought to itself that it hated how I made it. How frustrated and saddened would I feel if my creation didn’t use those talents or abilities I gave it because it didn’t like that aspect of themselves.

I have had several conversations with women (both high school and my age) where they have mentioned how when they are following Christ and confident in who God made them, that life seems easier, happier and they see Christ working through them. By not having the angry front or changing for the guy to make him happy or comparing ourselves to the prettier girls they are being used by God and fulfilling their purpose!

So I think that’s all... I can stop ranting and raving now. :)

Wax to the Max!

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The woman repeats over and over to me, "it's exhilarating"... which I found to be an interesting adjective for such an experience. So I looked up the word on dictionary.com
1. to enliven; invigorate; stimulate
2. to make cheerful or merry.

Hmm.. still interesting word choice.

My hands were SWEATING like crazy and she put the hot wax on!

OH GEEZ it's going to happen!



I was worried that she was not going to give me warning. She told me to breath in and when I breathed out....SWIPE...


in one fluid motion was the first of it all.


I cannot believe I actually went through with it. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be and I would definitely do it again.


And it sure is nice to be smooth as baby's bottom!! :)

God is neat...

That is true... I like these days. Where I actually feel like alive with... or feel a piece of God's goodness. I wish I could share that feeling of knowing with those that don't know. Like instead of having to tell them I could just hand over the feeling and they could be like, oh thanks for that "knowing God is real and good thing" you let me have... it was neat.

I wish I was more bold with my faith. I don't want to go around the street talking crazy and holding out picket signs yelling at abortion clinics saying "babies have fingernails". I just want to be able to ask the hard questions to people and not feel so uncomfortable and quickly switch the subject. I want to have courage enough to ask... and the "know how" to keep the conversation going.

Although I've noticed lately that I definitely talk a lot A LOT when I get nervous. I JUST KEEP GOING! And I hear myself talk and notice most of it isn't making sense but I'm like a train that has lost it's brakes.

My poor poor future students. I'm going to be a crazy talking teacher.

But everyone has their crazy side to them right? Fact: Becky is a crazy cat lady. And she is basically everybody. :)

My goal this month is to take more risks with God stuff. I think I play it safe too often and it's just not exciting. I rarely get out of my comfort bubble but today I definitely did and think it was beneficial to all parties involved! I want ask people the hard questions that makes me keep talking uncontrollably. This is how I want to grow...

I don't think i've ever blogged about something real... OOO It's can go in the FIRST BOOK!

I joined a band...

I have finally found a video game that is fun to play (besides the wii of course)... it's Rock band! It is so fun! I am totally addicted. Steve and Heather got it, and the four of us (heather, steve, mike and me) played for like 4 hours straight the other night!!!

So the game has all these songs you can play (drums, guitar or sing into the mic) and some of the songs I haven't heard in a couple of years! The one below made laugh because the lyrics are whiggity whack (fo shizzle) but I have to admit when it came out a few years ago I totally loved this song. SO funny...

It was an episode of cops... and I watched it LIVE!

It seemed like a normal night in the Perry household. In Lafayette, the city of all white, rich people, where nothing ever happens. Who knew that this was one night that the Perrys did not have to go far for adventure.

I was in my brothers room on the computer when all of a sudden my mom comes in the room and tells us that we need to lock all the doors and windows immediately. Apparently, as she was driving home there was a parked cop car that was blocking off the street and forbidding anyone to pass through. My mom explained that she lived two houses away and the cop said to go straight to her house and make sure all the doors and windows are locked because there is an armed and dangerous suspect in the area!

As we are walking around the house and lock every door and window, my parents begin to turn off all the lights and we notice there are helicopters with spotlights shining in our neighbors and our front and backyards. We all gather towards the windows and watch the police begin to accumulate across the street in our neighbors front yard. Police dogs are sniffing around in the bushes and the police have a flashlight and their guns drawn while circling the area.

My brothers got their baseball bats out (I think just so they could feel cool) and we all watched intently out the bedroom window. It was seriously like out of an episode of Cops! We watched for about 30 minutes the police and dogs and then all of a sudden the police began leaving and the helicopters disappeared!

We got really nervous now because now there was no one around to protect our neighborhood. My mom called the police and they confirmed there was one or MORE suspect(s) in the area and the police were leaving to look in other areas for him (or them).

We waited, listened and watched outside and hoped we would not see anyone in our yard! Then all of a sudden 3 police cars came out from No where and swooped into the driveway across the street!! The police dogs jump out of the car and tackle a man that appears out of the bushes dressed in all black! The policemen follow and wrestle the man to the ground. They got the guy!

It was crazy! This all happened right in front of our house and we watched it all go down. The neighbors were calling us to ask what happened and the police stayed outside looking for other suspects for another few hours. But there ended up being no more suspects to capture (thank goodness).

Just another night in the Perry household! :)