yippie

these are all a little self-deprecating. but i've always been of the opinion that self-deprecation is good in small (or large) does here and there.
also, i feel like they are such a full depiction of so many sides to me it would be a shame to my best friends and family not share.
i mean, i live with this face and see it too often in the mirror, but sadly they do not.

so, enjoy familia :)

on saturday i was supposed to sky-dive. only the weather wasn't super friendly so it was canceled. however, on the way, there is an awesome graveyard leah has wanted to check out for a long time so we stopped. by the way, how wonderful that leah, lo, and kelly came to watch and support me in jumping?!?! :)

while there, i spotted an awesome tree that just called my name.

it literally said: "bekah, you know how you long to climb me. so, come please and say hello."

i mean, how can you refuse that?

so i started my climb

and it didn't take much effort to reach the first ridge.

i felt pretty good. for a few moments i just sat and lived there, in that moment for a bit.

i'm not sure where this face started becoming part of my repertoire of faces, but its the exact face my 3 year old niece makes. and that is scary!!

 after i posed for a few cheesy shots, i decided to take a glance at what i planned next. i planned to go out on the brance like a balancing beam.

but i noticed its very high off the ground.

you can start to see the glimmers of terror rise in my face.

so much uncertainty and doubt....

the baby emerges!

i feel like this is such a common face my friends see. i'll try something thinking i'm all brave and tough and made of stone, and then i panic and turn to mush and realize i can't do it.

o! this is the most humiliating of them all!!!

again, after a few moments of panic and whining for help, the next emotion that hits me is laughter.

laughter at how ridiculous i am for acting like a child and needing help,

and laughter that i do in fact need help and am scared regardless of how 5 year old i act in getting the help.

"just help me, dang it!"

leah was not much help. she just continued to snap photos.

lo and kelly were still meandering around the graveyard, out of eyesight and earshot; and shawn was left as the sole person willing and able to help me.

(i've skipped about 20 photos bc they aren't necessary. basically when i do get help i get embarrassed and nervous as to how it'll all work out, and stubborn and wanting to do it alone, and so i just laugh which makes everything harder or sweeter depending on how you look at it and how much time you have to kill...)

but, friends, isn't this such a classic "pose" when i'm losing it? its the "pained" laugh i'm so famous for!

thankfully, i made shawn laugh too. its not good to laugh and fall apart when you finally have help.

i've learned that many times over...

again, i don't really like this photo of me, but i make this "pained" face so much when laughing i guess its growing on me?!?!!

finally dismounting.

(when i look at these and realize i'm only like 4 feet from the ground i'm so ashamed!)

can i just say there has to be a glitch in my head somewhere. some wire must be crossed or something because i feel like its not normal for little 4 feet to 15 feet high tree branches to scare the living embers out of me, but the thought of jumping out a plane later was nothing. seriously?!?!

i don't understand that. but its true.

alright, enjoy the lunacy of me