Ack! My first ever blog post!

I feel like I need to immediately begin this blog with a disclaimer: I have very little filtering action that goes on between my brain and my fingertips. For that reason, I have always been terrified to throw all my random thoughts out there for the world to view. Nobody should ever be allowed to see my thoughts so transparently. What you read may frighten and alarm you. The personal glimpses you will receive into the mind of Becky Hunt may leave you twitching uncontrollably and haunted forever by the images instilled in your brains from reading this blog. I cannot and will not be held responsible for any derogatory effects that may occur from your perusing my blog. Verily, verily, and amen.

If you accept the above statement, and would like to somehow miraculously continue reading my blog, please cyber sign here, preferably in blood... (I also do not advocate using someone else's blood to cyber sign. Or murder for that matter, or anything like unto it.) ______________________________.

Are we good? Did you really reach your finger out there and sign on the underlined portion of your monitor? Yes? Very well then! You may continue. But don't say I didn't warn you......

Hahahahahahah! Or shall I say Mwah-hah-hah-hah! Heh. May as well thoroughly creep you out at the beginning of the blog in order to make the rest of them sound partially sane, right? My strategy is impeccable!  Aye yay yay....why am I doing this again? Oh yeah.....I think I really need an outlet for my thoughts. My hubby works for a small company, and he works a lot. I come from a family of nine kids, and I have a twin sister. My family lives in Utah, and my twin lives in Germany. I'm not used to hanging out on my lonesome very often, and I'm hoping that this will be a good way to keep my sanity.....I'm thinking it will actually be a testament to my in-sanity, but hey, it'll be a sweet ride, won't it? ;) Again, please refer to the statement above. Hah.

This past year has been a really interesting one for my sweet little family and me.  We've seen some dramatic changes that one day I may type about if I get enough brave-osity thrumming through my veins.  There's nobody that I would rather have taken this journey with than my sweet hubby.  I feel so lucky to have found him.  He came into my life as my knight in shining armour, and he has remained so ever since. Blah blah blah, I love him and stuff......

But enough about him, let's talk about ME! Okay, dearest reader, I need to let you in on a little something if you don't know me very well. The title of my blog represents my thoughts very well. Those who know me know they need to speak Becky code in order to keep up with my random thoughts.  I can start up a conversation that happened a month, a week, a couple days beforehand as if we were in the midst of the conversation precisely at that moment. After ten years of marriage, my hubby's about 90% versed in Becky code.

....."Yeah, but I don't think that's really true." BOOM! He knows that I'm talking about that news article we talked about last week. It's remarkable! In another ten years, we won't even have to say anything to each other. We can just grunt at each other like cavemen, and in one grunt, he will know that I just quoted the Gettysburg address, which lead me to think of liberty, which coincidentally lead me to think that we need to go buy some ice cream, since we only have a couple five gallon buckets left in the freezer. 'Cause we all know that freedom=the right to eat ice cream with no feelings of guilt.  Which leads me to my next subject:

Ice cream. I freakin' love it. It is my one true weakness. The one thing that keeps me from perfection and being twinkled. I haven't bought it for about three months now. I may get twinkled. Tomorrow.

Next item on my mind: Math! My kiddos math, to be more precise. I should be doing that at about this point instead of sitting here typing. I'm purty darn good at memorizing things, numbers, songs, etc. 8th grade locker combo? 18-20-16. High School friend numbers? 224-6728! 224-4616! Those numbers will be with me for life!  I took College Algebra in High School and got a 4.0, and I didn't do concurrent enrollment at the time because I didn't know what it was. Fast forward to taking it in College again since I was stupid enough to pass up concurrent enrollment. I learned that math anxiety is a real thing.  I would study so hard for every single test. I knew what I was doing. The teacher even had me help people on occasion. I would work with my study group, proving that I could do the math, pray, shout some hail mary's, try to not study too hard, anything that would help me out on a test, and then proceed to the testing center with high hopes only to bomb my test every time. EVERY time! Based on quizzes and homework alone, I would have got an A. It was so discouraging. 

I vowed once I finished that course that I would never do math again. And then I had three kids. What I didn't realize at the time is that I would have to do math over and over and over again with each one of them. HOW'S THAT for the FINE PRINT?! If I had but known.....hahah! Speaking of which, I may or may not be avoiding helping my daughter with her math homework as we speak....er, as I type. So, I'm gonna have to cut this one short.

Thanks for reading, if you've made it this far! I feel honored that you would stick around despite all the craziness! Here's hoping I might ever blog it up again. It could happen. There's a chance. I have so much more to say! Until then, dear diary. ;)