Dancing

This semester I have been doing something new for me. I've been dancing a lot more than usual. Now many of you would be thinking "but Becky, you dance all the time! I see you at every dance party" Well this is different because I'm not dancing hip hop. I'm actually assistant teaching swing dance (both east coast and west coast) with one dance partner and I'm dabbling on waltz, tango, cha cha, samba, mambo, and salsa with another dance partner.
I don't know what it is about dancing, but I absolutely adore it. For waltzing it is the quick movements of the feet and the look of you floating on a cloud. For tango it is the passion between the partners and how it can be seen as violent when it really isn't at all. For cha cha it is how you can dance to many techno songs with it (now you will be listening to techno and counting the beat out in your head). Samba, Mambo, and Salsa are just so nice to relax to when we've been spinning way to much for either of us wanna do anything else.
Now, the one dance partner that I dabble in a little bit of every ballroom dance with is named TJ, I sort of have come to the conclusion that he is a taller and skinnier version of my brother in law Matt Colvin. And let me tell you, from what both of them talk about, I wouldn't doubt them being related. But we actually came up with a dance. Not a dance move, but an actual dance. we sort of took waltzing and swing dancing (east coast) and mixed them together. Now we have only figured out how to go one way, but still! It is so much fun.
My other dance partner I have is named Adam. He has actually been teaching swing dance for awhile now, but I have only recently offered my services as an assistant. The only reason I am teaching is because I know how to follow. Which is funny because if you asked my good buddy Matt Heaps last year, he would have said I'm really stiff in my arms and hard to work with.
Swing dance, I have to admit, is one of my favorites. Here on the hill of Franny Land, swing dance is a BIG dance to learn. They hold a dance specifically every Sunday night just for swing dance. I'm not saying if you don't know how to swing dance you would be shunned by most of my friends (because that is not the Franciscan way) but we will force you to learn because you will fall in love with it that much. What do I love about swing dancing? Is it the aerials? Is it the fancy arm tricks? How about the fancy foot work? dips? You would be wrong. I enjoy swing dancing because it usually gives you a chance to meet new people and have fun with your friends. Don't get me wrong now, I absolutely adore all of the parts to swing dance even though I only allow a few guys to flip me, I love the closeness it gives everyone.
Now that it is fall break here, there is no swing dance on Sunday cause no BOS is here to put it on and the JC is closed. What my friend TJ and I have decided is to learn "El Tango de Roxanne" while everyone is gone. This is going to be tricky because the Fieldhouse (our gym) is closed for the break, and that is where the dance studio is. We can see if we can use a common room that has not that much stuff in it, but the mirrors would have been nice. Oh well, La vie continue. Alright, I better get off now because I have a lot of work to do today that will probably have nothing to do with school.

LOVES!!!!!!!

byes.

(rawr)


BONUS:

This is a pic of a random couple from my sister's wedding 3 years ago! This is a cuddle position dip, but she was about to be flipped.

And here is my sister and her husband (Matt Colvin) during their first dance. I can't remember what they were doing, but it was cute!!!!!!! and I heart her dress because it was sooooooo spinny! I hope my wedding dress is like that.

painting guitars

as many people know, I painted my guitar. (you can see it on an older post) well now I've been asked to do it to other guitars, and this is just a personal list for those people of things I will need for the project:
sandpaper (if ur guitar has a glossy finish on it already, it won't work without sanding that off first)
paint (acrylic) ((I have not that much, soooo if u want more than the colors I have, then u gotta get some)
finishing spray (I prefer something like Krylon clear gloss finish spray paint just cause it is easy and it protects the color)
yeah, that is pretty much all I need, cause I have brushes and yeah. =)
and I'll do it for free if u buy me more of the stuff, but if u just pay for like the bare minimum then the cost is 20$ (which is SUPER CHEAP for a custom guitar job)

Sincerely Becky

So I was recently working at a camp that must not be named in Washington. it owns over 5,000 acres and we use them all. it is an epic camp and there is a lot of wild life living there, we just didn't encounter all of it until these past few years. Supposedly there was a cougar last year, and this year was the year of the bear. Let me break it down for you. it all started with Tatonka and Palouse when first Tatonka came back to their campsite and found there stuff clawed into as well as a disgusting musky odor. they moved to another location and kept an eye out. The next time it was at the horse corral and one of the horse got spooked by the bear and broke the wranglers fingers. Now by this time we have called fish and wildlife services, but we never really had a exact location of this bear. Wednesday. on the night of overnights (when we go really sleep in the woods and not in our comfy cabins) the bear was spotted right outside of Discovery Lodge. I was leading our lodge of at this point 15 girls to Discovery when I heard yelling and car honking. I immediately stopped and made the lodge wait for a second till we got the ok to start again. and we began to make loud noises. we are waiting at discovery for a good long while before we got the ok to go to the new overnight spot because we wanted all of us be on the side the bear hasn't been spotted. Oh how wrong we were.So we get to the overnight spot and I was assigned hiffy duty (hole.in.forest.for.you) and right as we were walking back the bear came to visit. this wasn't a cub. this was a adult female black bear. about 200lbs. I was doing everything I reamembered we were taught. I waved my arms, made loud noises, and had a camper join me to appear larger, but it didn't work, the bear kept coming! so we took all of the girls to the chapel (which was only 100 yds away) and waiting there till fish an wildlife came. The funny thing was, I wasn't afraid for my own life, I was worried about the girls. I knew I was the one that would have to save them and I wasn't afraid about that. I feel a little proud of my self. but man! I WAS SO CLOSE TO THAT BEAR!!!!!!
anyways we named her Bisquick and we let her go in the morning. if I get the video, I'll post it! =) if u wanna know more, ask me questions!
love,
Victor (aka Becky) ((long story))

My old guitar

So as some of you know. My love of guitars started during Sophomore year after I found out I couldn't play volleyball anymore. (another story that might come) So my first guitar I got at a store that is gone now, and it was used and old, but cheap and good for a beginner. It was a Carlos and I loved him. Didn't name him officially because I couldn't think of one. A little after a year I found some pretty bad cracks in the top of the wood and decided (by both me and my parents) that it was time to get a new, better quality one. That one was a Martin DX1. I quickly named him Vladimir after a friend because he named his guitar after me. ANYWAYS! My last year at camp (trying to get back on topic), I brought my Carlos guitar instead of my Martin because it was much easier and cheaper of a loss if it got damaged. One of the Camp Counselors had a guitar herself that was painted with a sunset and I thought "MAN that is AWESOME! I want to do that!" So I began sanding off the gloss on top of my guitar. It took all the extra time I had at camp but I did finish. I was so excited about it, but when I got home, I never painted it. Now two years later, not even playing him for about 2 years, I finally began working on it.


I first started looking at different ideas, but fell in love with a sunset picture of Case Inlet (the water my camp was on). The next thing was I painted the dark colors first. I don't know why... it was a pretty stupid move, but I made sure the layers were thin. Then I put in the lighter colors and actually left some of the wood bare of paint where the water is. The last steps were putting a wood finishing gloss on top, like 4 layers of it (I feel like my dad went a little over board, but worth it), and then restringing the guitar. I signed it as normal and took a step back to marvel at my work. After not being with this guitar for a long time, the one guitar I started with that saw my style change that saw my love of music change, I fell in love with it all over again. It saw my second year at a camp that I loved, and it now going to see my first year working at a camp that I loved when I was younger. Along with the push and pull of the waters I sat by, playing him, he saw the push and pull of my life. That is why I officially named him Ebb and Flow. I wouldn't have it any other way. Sorry, this post had no real point. I just thought I should post it. =)

BONUS SHOT! both of my babies together! =)

Lets do something adventurous

I couldn't believe the Day I had. first we went to Latourell Falls Trail and got some pretty epic shots there. Then hit up Horsetail Falls and walked up to Triple Falls. we went too far though and found out that we were heading up a mountain so we retraced our steps and found the rest of the trail. It was AMAZing seeing Cody again. She was one of my best friends in High School and catching up is just so much fun. She made it worthwhile. =)

Why I love Oregon

I just spent 8 months (not really continuous) away from the amazing land called Oregon, and I found some reasons why I missed it and what makes me love it so much. and I would love to share them with you:
1) This is where my parents are.
I love my parents, even if I don't show it all the time. They are a huge support and I wouldn't want them any other way
2) This is where my best of friends are.
I'm not trying to diss anyone from FUS because I love you all so much, but I've known some of these people for so long and I love them to pieces, I can even go to them now when we are thousands of miles apart.

3) It is so green here! I have missed this green. It is beautiful. I recommend seeing it.
4) The smell is amazing! I don't have coal mine smell in the morning anymore. Rain has a beautiful smell again. I wish they could make a candle with this smell.
5) I can hike again. I would always hike around the neighborhood, but now that I haven't had that luxury at school, I have taken it to a more extreme and gone hunting for trails.
I have miss the dirt trails (or mud trails), the excitement of seeing a deer print, the sound of song birds, the little ruffle in the plants. what is more relaxing than being in nature, letting yourself follow a path not knowing where it leads because the woods are so thick.
6) Fresh Strawberry Milkshakes from Burgerville. Nuff said
7) seeing my Alma Mater. I love going back to my high school to see my teachers and my high school friends, it makes me feel like I have accomplished something.

Pains by Babecaby

Why is it every time I breathe in now, my chest is on fire?
Why is it my shoulder hurts when it is a deep breath I desire?
Why is it every time I think of you I can’t breathe?
I cry when I think I’ll never be her because I can leave?
There is an emptiness in my chest.
Cause your beating heart is still the best.
And I gave up trying to compete,
You left me so incomplete.
Now it pains me to say,
I’m now worse because you stayed.
This heart keeps expanding,
And I don’t think you’re understanding,
What just happened,
My eyes were opened,
And now I’m standing here on the edge,
And I have to make this pledge,
It goes out to you,
And I hope it will always remain true,
That my life was better than my dream,
When you were in on my scheme,
So I jumped hoping your prayers would find me,
But I guess you didn’t hear that plea.
It is alright though, please don’t cry.
Just you watch me fly,
On the wings of my guardian,
Or maybe this is a shot of adrenaline,
Either way I’ll be gone before you notice
Coming down on OTIS,
I’ll be out the door,
Running after I hit the floor,
To escape this disease,
Hoping time would just freeze.
So I can spend these last few moments in the arms of a lover,
One I guess is undercover.
But I’ll be fine, don’t worry,
Take your time, don’t hurry.
I’ll just be sitting on this ledge,
Holding on to that pledge.