This world just keeps getting smaller and smaller!!

I've been in school for just over three weeks now...or has it only been three weeks?? Anyway in such a short time I have met:
-a kid that I went to Sunday school with when my dad was a pastor at Southview Alliance church when I was like five (also if you google Southview Alliance, I come up! So weird)
-a girl who went to camp with my friend Denae Stegeman that I met this summer. We worked together and had some pretty incredible times.

-Then I met someone who knew my friend Josh Golding, a good friend from Africa. They went to youth group together in Vernon, BC. Oh and another girl who knew my friend Joanna Greene--also from Africa.

-and then another girl worked at camp with my friend Melissa Weiss who I went to high school in Three Hills with, until she transferred to Prairie, but then we worked together this summer as well. And now she's in Calgary going to Rocky Mountain. I ran into her the other day up in Brentwood, randomly, on my way to the Labour Day Classic

-and then last night I went out to Boston Pizza with Woody and Matt and Heather and Emily and this girl named Leanne. So Leanne and I were walking together and she told me about how she'd spent some time in South Africa and Lesotho and places like this last year and I of course I was totally into this being from Africa and all. And we discovered we both have hearts for Rwanda. Anyway, in this conversation she mentioned that one of her really good friends grew up in Mali and Cote d'Ivoire and since we are of similar age I deduced (big word, I know) that there was no way that I didn't know this person so I asked and lo and behold her friend was one of my really good friends in middle school. We liked the same boy, he liked her. But despite that, we were very good friends. She's the one on the left, oh no, that's right... sorry sometimes i get confused. Our science teacher, Mrs. Pietersen always got us confused... i'm not really sure why.

Anyhow, now that I've shared that story with you, I'm going on blogging sebaticle because it is far too distracting and I have a paper to write. Have a lovely weekend!

Clarification

So, today after a very amusing chapel I was standing on the train platform waiting for the good ol' LRT to come pick me up, when a girl I've met once or twice turns ot me and starts asking me about Onsite...it takes me a while before I realize that she thinks I was on Onsite last year...good to know I'm very high profile...I think I had several classes with her last year. So I feel this topic needs clarification--I've never been an Onsite student. This is only my second year of university and Onsite seems to be a third year deal. Sadly, I won't be going on Onsite. Lately I've really thought about how much I'd love to go, however... I've weighed the decision and have decided it makes way more sense to finish my degree and head out full time.
So if I'm not an Onsiter, what's this Africa business? No, my fabulous African jewelry and my African mannerisms, such as the descrete 'chin point' are not things I've just heard about and adopted for myself...I spent twelve fabulous years there. And why does everyone know who I am? Probably because I belong to some rather high profile missionaries...Yes, I am the little RB, descendent of the great RB, formly the Canadian Regional Developer for Africa, currently the GM vice president and soon to be the District Missions Consultant for Alberta. See there we are! See the family resemblance? Aren't we cute? Yeah, we're even going on a father/daughter date this weekend...we're cute! It's true. Okay, I'll admit, he's not so cute when he's trying to marry me off. Especially when he announces to the fathers of the chosen boys (while I was present!) that He has chosen their sons for me. The list was orginally six people long but I think it's grown to nine--of which I've met three of them. The worst part of this was that then these dads started discussing this as though I wasn't there--and since they're all good missionaries, this discussion sounded a lot like bartering. Sigh...it's not easy being the youngest girl of the family.
Anyhow, all that to say, I'm not an Onsiter, I never will be, and I have some mixed feelings about that.
When I set up this blog I didn't realize it would be so distracting. Once again it's keeping me from my homework. So I'd better sign off cause I have a lot of reading to do for a paper that's due on Monday...yep, I can see some panicking on the horizon. I was a way better student last year.
Well ciao for now!

what a great way to avoid homework!
so I made this blog the other day when I was on some crazy high--I'm beginning to wonder if I'm not manic depressive or something--as a way to entertain myself, thinking I'd probably never look at it again, but wow, it is a great way to waste time when my brain doesn't want to focus on homework.
So as I was doing some research it occured to me that the title of this blog should probably be explained. So this summer, I worked with special needs adults and one of my clients and I really bonded. She loved me. She called me Becker and for hours on end she would say over and over again, "I love you Becker. Do you know why I love you? Because you're my bestfriend. Did you know that Becker? I love you." We had some good times together--watching TV in the hospital together, drawing goofy pictures of the staff, off roading with her wheelchair, and watching the cars go by while sitting on the porch while she drank endless amounts of coffee--blah, I don't understand coffee drinkers. So by the end of the summer, all the rest of the clients, the other staff and my whole family had taken to calling me Becker. So this past weekend I was up in Three Hills, and I ran into her. I wasn't sure if she'd remember me but it turns out I made a lasting impression. Before I was anywhere close to her I could hear her calling out, "Becker! It's my Becker. I love my Becker." Ah... i miss my summer job now...well, now that I've wasted ten minutes I guess I should hit the books again.
This is Becker signing off! Ciao!
Oops! I almost signed off too soon without telling about one of the best things I've heard in a while. So I was walking to school enjoying the glorious morning--it was warm enough to wear flipflops! For those of you who live in the south, this really is incredible for us canucks. So I ran into this guy from school and we started talking on our way to class and it came up that I'm an MK and he looks at me and says, "Aren't MKs troubled?" I just about died laughing. Talk about a generalization! It was pretty incredible. My Mk roomie and I had a good laugh over it later! I think I've met just as many troubled non-mks as I have troubled MKs. I love the crazy ridiculous things that people think about MKs. However, I'm discovering that I have some misconceptions about non-MKs. Ah, anyhow, this is the not so troubled MK signing off for real this time! Have a fabulous evening and hopefully you'll get more done than I am!

Duhn duhn duhn...I've become a blogger...
Well I have no clue what on earth anyone would write in a blog... okay we'll that's not true because I've read plenty of other blogs and somehow they all have interesting things to say... I'm failing to come up with anything... partially due to my very short attention span...hmm....ooh, something shiny!...okay I'm back. (side note: this is my niece Ariel... isn't she the cutest thing in the world? I went from hating babies sixth months ago to absolutely loving them...okay actually just this one baby...and usually only if she's happy. I don't do the crying or dirty diaper baby thing well...) Anyway, so now that I've written a short paragraph to amuse myself I'm going to go seek out other entertainment because this is failing to satisfy my need for entertainment. Perhaps I'll go back to the duck fight... yes that's right. My roommates and I are just so mature that we were playing with stuffed animals...more specifically stuffed ducks... does anyone else find it unbelieveable that I'm turning 20 in a few short months?