Beck's Blog: Lately...

I'm beginning to hate the question, "what've you been up to?"

When I think about what I've been up to, I feel incredibly inadequate..? unproductive? unaccomplished? Lame? Yeah. All of that. Every day is busy, but with nothing that would interest your average joe.

So, for future reference, don't ask me that question...unless you want something akin to the following answer:

"I work 7am-5pm everyday, typically go to the gym right after, run an errand or two, shower, eat, check my email, pay a bill or two, occasionally grab an ice cream or something with a sibling or friend, go back home...get ready for the next day, sleep, rinse, repeat."

Blah.

I liked that question last summer/fall when I could answer with, "Oh! I'm [going on/just got back from] a trip to Europe!"

But...I feel like, unless I've got something like THAT to report, then I'm..relatively, worthless. Savvy?

That's crap. I think this is another one of society's "keeping up with the jone's" ploys and I don't really want to play that game (but I also feel that way about fashion, cars and many other material things, so don't pay me and my theories much mind).

I'm happily single, gratefully over-employed, comfortably living (still at home, but saving to buy a place of my own later this year). I've got a great family, awesome friends and am in good health. Can't ask for much more than that.

BUT, how do I convey all of that in a quick, nonchalant answer to the dreaded, "what've you been up to?" question?

Riddle me that, batman.

Anywho, off of my tangent and on to some fun things:

I think phone pics do a great job of documenting some of the highlights that occur during the "day to day," so here are a few of my most recent:

I cleaned a 97 yr old's teeth (yes, plural. ...multiple, even) the other day...I took this pic as documented "proof" (no, I'm not violating hippa, no worries) to both myself and others. I have conversations all. week. long. with people who don't care about their health and constantly give me the "I'm 60+, there's no point in keeping my teeth or trying to get/stay healthy, I'm near death" answers, when I ask why they suck at life (/why they don't brush/floss). I am scared to death (poor wording) to live this long, but if I do, I hope to heck I'm half as healthy as this individual was (walking, driving, living primarily on their own, had several of their own teeth left, fully coherent, great conversationalist, etc.) Awesome.

Also, how the crap do you save for 30+yrs of retirement?! I'm exhausted just thinking about it!

A couple of cute shots of the glamorous-bunch of us watching the Super Bowl (two words?):