I seem to get myself in more embarrassing situations than any other person I know. I've always threatened I was going to write a book, The Book of Becky, and fill it with all the stupid things I've done.
Who knows? Maybe I still will. For now, people are going to have to settle for the Blog of Becky (which is pretty much the same thing.)
Way back when, in my pre-Bean, pre-married, pre-baby days (when I had an internet dating profile), I was asked to describe myself in three words.
I chose: scattered, willful, and low-maintenance
It's been years since I came up with those adjectives, but I still say they sum me up pretty well.
I started this blog about five years ago. I was 25, single, going back to college and broke. I was constantly having adventures..... if, by adventures, you meant "making an idiotic fool out of myself".
I procrastinated more than anybody I knew.
I ate too much sugar, had a big butt, was starting to develop some cellulite, and secretly loved the taste of Starbucks' overpriced coffee.
I had a plan - I was going to get my degree and FINALLY escape Southern California and live somewhere with less people, more land, and more horses. Wherever I went, it would definitely have more horses.
Did I mention I'm slightly obsessed with horses?
Anyways, lot has changed since then.
I'm now 30 years old, married to The Bean, have two boys (DragonMonkey and The Squidgelet).
A lot of things have changed since I started writing this blog. Unfortunately, some things haven't.
I'm currently going on six years of horselessness. It sucks.
I still humiliate myself at social settings.
I make a fool of myself on a regular basis .
I'm also pretty awkward at the whole parenting thing.
Oh, heck. I might as well be honest. I may be older, but I still embarrass myself constantly. If there's stupidness to be done, I'm your gal. If you look in the dictionary next to "Foot in Mouth", you'll see a little picture of me, blushing.
Hi. I'm Becky Bean.
I still eat too much sugar and I still have some rather unsightly cellulite on my legs. On the other hand, I am finally out of the closet about my addiction to the taste of Starbucks' overpriced coffee.
Anyways, there you go. I'm obviously an open book. If you want to know more, just ask.