Rrrosa The Wonder Dog

Ruff Ruff! Bark Bark! Tail Wag, wag, wag, wag, wag, wag, wag... 7 things you may not know about me(Rosa).

1. I am adopted. Best thing that ever happened to me. One minute I was running along the side of a highway after my heartless family abandoned me, the next I was livin' large with the Christensen Posse. I heart my new family, especially my two sister's. But since I was abandoned, I do have some trust issues, but don't worry, I'm working on it.

2. I have a boyfriend. What, are you surprised or something? I got it goin' on. His name is Tau and he is a mutt just like me. He is White with longer fur and a very hansom mug. We have been together for 3 years. Of course I am the Alpha Female, but Tau can still hold his own if he has to. I heart Tau!

3. I am a sucker for long walks. Every morning my dad takes me on a long walk up the mountain. I run my brains out and it's the perfect way to be outdoors AND stay in shape. You could call me a health nut; constantly working on my figure.

4. I like to lick. I'm talkin' anything. Chairs, tables, carpet, whatever. I just want to share the love. I'm a big licker. I'll lick your hand, I'll lick your face, I'll lick your pants. It's just my way of showing affection.

5. I'm afraid of big men. They scare me and I don't trust em.

6. I don't like little yappy dogs that think they can take me. If you disrespect me, I'll bite your neck.

7. I heart playing with my 'babies'. When I say babies, I mean toys. Especially the ones that squeak in the middle. I like to find the squeaker and tear it apart so it will squeak no more. Don't hate!

You don't know me!

So one of my BFF's tagged "us" so pretty much me (becca) the responsible blogging half of two ladies and no baby. 7 things you don't know about me...get ready for this shiz.

1. I want to marry someone with small eyebrows. Why you ask? Look at mine. Genetically I want balance in my children. (No Sandy Cohen eyebrows for my kids)

2. I have a touch of OCD. Thanks Mom AND Dad. When I was in Junior High I would get so excited for school to start, but I was super obsessive compulsive about it. I wouldn't dare wear my new school clothes before school started (that would ruin everything). I wouldn't even cut the tags off until the night before. I washed my sheets, towels, etc... the night before. I painted my nails. I cleaned my bathroom--sorry sabbath day. I was so obsessive I forced Kate into these OCD before school rituals. She didn't appreciate it as much as I did but at least she was clean for the 1st day. It just made me feel better knowing everything was clean, new, and perfect for the first day of school. Don't worry this got better over time.

3. I'm coordinated. I didn't think that I was very coordinated growing up because Kate was always better at sports. But I was a gymnast so I knew I wasn't completely unforunate in the coordination dept. Then I took a P.E. class for my major at BYU and WOW girls are really uncoordinated. I was the teacher's pet right away because I could do simple tasks like hula hoop, jump rope, throw a ball, and catch things. I called my dad after a few days of this class and thanked him for the coordination gene.

4. I can pogo. One summer my friends and I decided pogo was our calling so we had the "summer of pogo." We jumped on the pogo stick for hours until our knees had bruises from rubbing against the stick. We wore knee pads so we could continue through the pain. I can still pogo like nobody's business. Record...1,000 Bring it.

5. Fear. I am afraid. Ever since Elizabeth Smart was kidnapped I have had this paranoid fear of being taken against my will. For a year after she was taken(I was 17 mind you) I slept with Kate in her double bed. I still get scared if I see a shady looking person anywhere near. I'm sure they're out to get me. I need mace or a taser.

6. I am member of the Green Party. I don't know that much about it but my Mom is a republican and my Dad a democrat and I felt pressure to choose between the two. So I went Green. Holla!

7. Reading. I heart reading but not regular novels a 22-year-old educator should be enjoying. I like "juvenile literature." A few years ago when we were at the cabin during the winter months my sister-in-law Celia ventured into my room and caught a glimpse of a Babysitters Club book. She asked who's it was and I shamefully raised my hand. She laughed and said, "Becca you're 20 why are reading this?" Guess what Cel...sometimes I want to read Babysitter's Club so get off. I still like to break one out now and then just to stay current.

I tag: Ally, Ashley, Kate, Cassie, Rrrosa

Note to One Lady with No Baby:

Dear Kate-

You suck at updating the blog.

Sincerely, Miss Christensen

Public Areas=No Naked Areas...Ever

Although it is Friday night, we felt we needed a run. We decided after a quick jog that we would end our workout with a little hot tub sesh. Everything went as planned except for the nasty guys in the hot tub, but even they were better than what we were about to see. After about 10 minutes in the hot tub we headed back into the girl's locker room. I wish there had been a hidden camera to capture the look of shock and dismay in our virgin eyes. Spotted....naked girl standing right by our locker. Buck naked. We should probably add that not only was she naked in front of our locker she wasn't pleasing to the eye either. Why do people have to be publicly naked in locker rooms? If you are comfortable being naked....good for you but why do you have to show everyone else? Fat, skinny, short, tall, black, white, asian, finnish, Idahoan I don't care. I don't want to see you naked...ever! Period.

Predictable

Lets talk about something that those from Utah are all too familiar with....road construction. Utah has to get some kind of award for the amount of roads under construction everyday. It really is ridiculous. It is everywhere. I swear the day we moved to Farmington in 1992 Highway 89 went under construction and stayed under construction until the day I moved out in 2003. Oh wait...and it's still under construction except it has moved north a mile or two to I-15. Really, I'm not being sarcastic. In August I moved to Sugarhouse, sure enough I-80 is under construction and is still down to 2 lanes (really more like 1 1/2) and it's January. I'm sure I will have moved by the time I-80 is back to normal. Road construction is so unpredictable it's predictable. I no longer ask myself..."why would there be road construction here?" I now ask, "why wouldn't there be road construction here?" I guess I'm just mad because I hit a killer pot hole on I-80 and lost one of my hubcaps and now my Corolla looks super ghetto. At least I know where my tax dollars are going....those flag people, I hear they make bank. Ya read me?

Oh we'll do it.

Upon Celia's request and Kate's double dog dare (which wasn't even necessary)these are now exposed to the world. Holla dinosaur footy pajamas (thanks Ang). These pajamas may look great on but they come at a cost....perma wedgie.

The Innocence of Youth

For Christmas this year I decided I would get Ally something special. For the past 15 years we have been unsuccessful in our pursuit in finding the academy award winning movie from our past, and many of yours I'm sure, Drop Dead Fred. So this year I decided to give it one more go and saddled up on e-bay. 2007 was good to me and I was successful. Ally was ecstatic when she opened such a treasure, but we didn't have time to revisit our past just then. We went our separate ways for Christmas break all the while thinking of the joy that was waiting in our DVD player. Well tonight was the night and boy was it ever a joy. Throughout the movie we ewwed and ahhhhed at profanities, perviness, and sexual inuendoes. Who in the hell let us watch Drop Dead Fred at the ripe age of six years old. Who rented it for us and left us unattended while we watched a PG-13 movie? Watching now was a whole different experience. Although it's still a rare and precious gem, it was amazing to us to think that as children we never caught on to the actual jest of the movie. We never thought twice about the "b" word and obviously didn't understand the crude jokes. The beautiful thing about being an adult is that we still enjoy it as much as we did then and even more so because we understand it now. Thanks Drop Dead Fred, you were our only friend.