A summary, of sorts

You will have to excuse me for not blogging. I have discovered Twitter and cannot be torn away.

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Before I fell into the twittersphere, I had what they call in the business a 'full weekend,' wherein I wrote a final on Friday evening and then booked it to the ferry and rolled into Burnaby to see my family, and receive generous gifts. The sandals are from my mom. As are the bunions.

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Then we got up at 6:00 to drive to Chilliwack to have breakfast with two of Joel's friends, napped hard at the Kruegers' due to 6:00 a.m. wake-up call, watched two become one (by which I mean, went to a wedding) and then partied hard, had brunch the next morning with friends, went to church with more friends and then had lunch with our old landlords and this tiny nugget of personhood...

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who has become this rambunctious thing.

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Now I have a week off of school, and many exciting plans such as take in some of Joel's shirts that don't fit him, have a few needles stuck in my neck, pit and freeze many pounds of cherries (also, give myself the squirts even though I am an adult and should know better), and register for classes.

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Oh yes, and twitter like mad, because it's like a giant internet party in there.

Koala-kins finds twins

Ok, remember that time boo photoshopped the two of us together into an aquatic nightmare, and then added Robyn to the pile?
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So, I found this photo on CuteOverload and was all SYNCHRONIZED KOALA-FACES and promptly forwarded it to everyone, because I am that person.

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Abuhhhhhhhhhh.

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And then dad was all, Why has bekah not photoshopped Koala into this photo yet, and Robyn was all, Seriously, why? And because my sister is the best one:

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Abuhhhhhhhhhh for everyone.

You will get a real post from me when this Spanish hell is over.

If you're wondering what I've been doing while I haven't been posting, I am slowly being eaten alive by Spanish and I went vacationing last weekend and I've been up to my usual hi-jinks over at backofthebook.

I am a mcseamstress!

Friends! It is June! When did that happen?

Joel has been locked in a windowless room for the past few weeks with nothing to keep him company but THIS:

Those are his notes from one block. He has eight (ish?) more like it. I will never be a doctor.

As for me, I mostly sit on the deck. I sit on the deck and read Victorian novels. I sit on the deck and brush up on my espanish. I sit on the deck and I fix shirts. Remember that shirt that I bought three of that one time? In black and blue and this orangey-red that looks good with literally all of my skirts? Because they was on the cheap? Turns out the reason they were selling 3-for-$15 was because the back was too open and the sleeves didn't stay up, making me look like a slutty milk maid. (poorly-framed auto-timer photos to follow)

This...is not a good look for me.

Fortunately, they have these ghey little straps that are supposed to...tie around your waist? Loop over your neck? H'whatever, they have them.

Un- and re-attached, the straps make excellent back-straps. Hey presto, the shirt works!

So now instead of three shirts I regret buying, I have three shirts that I will wear all the time because you can't see it, but those three buttony-looking things down the cleave, those are jewels, and I love a good bedazzlement.

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Also, sorry I uploaded the photos so small. It's so hot, and my brains are melty.