Rebecca A. Foster

1. Am I going to spend my life dreaming of the view of a beautiful bridge, or live it? 2. Am I going to buy a house/condo or travel the world with that money? 3. Am I going to go on a Buddhist temple meditation retreat, just to see what it's like? 4. Am I going to give up my car? 5. Am I going to ever stop daydreaming about that guy? 6. Am I going to give up on those who I think gave up on me? 7. Am I going to make it to Bali?  8. Am I going to ever go to my dad's grave site?  9. Am I going to fill up this page, or my book?  What would my dad tell me, if he were still here? 1. Live it. 2. Which one is more important to you? 3. Yes. 4. If you want to. 5. Why should you? 6. No. 7. Yes. 8. If you don't, I understand why. 9. Why do you have to choose? I've been thinking about this because a close friend's father was diagnosed with cancer. And my heart aches for him, because I know your life is never the same again. I don't want any ...

Before this past weekend I never knew the phrases 'tapas bar' and 'topless bar' sound so alike.* Go ahead and say them to yourself out loud real quick. See? Who knew! Not me, until we had this conversation about where to eat: Him: "How about a tapas bar?" Me: "Topless bar? The food won't be any good and it'll be expensive. Plus I don't want to go to a topless bar. You want topless, I'll take my shirt off while we eat real food." (Note: we were in Vegas, so this conversation is not as far-fetched as it sounds.) Him, laughing: "Tapas, tapas, not 'topless!' T-a-p-a-s.' Me: Laughing so hard I cry a little. Him: "But since you've promised to eat topless,** I don't care where we go!" *Pronouced as 'tahpahs', not 'taypahs.' I think people argue about this. I'm not sure which one  is right.  *I didn't eat topless, even though we went to a restaurant, and I am not making this ...

(Note: oh gosh! This post is why I should only post in the daytime. I'm not a night person, I say silly things after 10:00 PM, even on this blog. But I'm leaving it up. The real me, or something.) Sometimes a guy whose opinion matters to you thinks you're desirable and it's awesome! Evolution in action. Sometimes they stop (or stop showing it) and you might think, "What did I do to stop being desirable?"  But someone else's actions (or lack of them) shouldn't change the inherent desirability you believe about yourself*. Of course, if he stops showing or saying it, move on and find someone who does . It's nice to believe you're desirable. It's nice to not have to rely solely on that, either. 1. As I like to say, "I have enough male friends now. If you don't want to put your tongue in my mouth, you're useless to me." 2. I have also said, to a guy I liked but who would come over at night and just talk talk talk, ...

(EDIT: My coworker J. told me my photo was racy. I didn't think so because it's what you'd see with a bathing suit on and I thought it was funny how different the cover-up looks actually on rather than in the photo, but anyway I took it down; I guess my judgment is off on this one. The link to the dress still works if you want to see the original version.) I'm going on vacation to see one of my best friends in a warm, bathing suit-culture city and wanted a bathing suit cover up I could wear if we stop for lunch/drinks on the way back from the pool/beach. I found this one-size dress online. The catalog pic is on the left. How it actually looks is on the right. That is quite the difference! Makes me look more busty than I actually am. (It was still loose and flowy everywhere else like the online photo, very comfy.) If you're looking for a cute dress to um, boost your assets, you might want to give this one a shot. I'm also getting my first ever airbrush tan ...

A close friend's birthday is later this week and I wrote myself a few reminders because I am terrible about remembering birthdays; I remember the date okay, I just never remember which date I'm actually on. But he remembered my birthday so I cannot forget! He's a Taurus and it's funny how the signs don't actually mean anything but I've been friends with or had crushes on so many Taurus folks, more than all the other signs combined. I guess these are my kind of people? Go Taurus! You April/May babies are too adorable and charming. (I'm a Pisces. And now that I think of it, I think R. told me that Pisces and Taurus are supposed to be very compatible because they are opposites. I guess if it's in the stars, it really is true. Ha.)

Read this article today about a new line of candles geared toward men, with smells like 'Lawnmower' and '2x4.' What they really need to make are a line of candles that smell like men's accoutrement, such as 'Men's Locker Room When All The Soap And Cologne Mingle Together And They Are Only Wearing Little White Towels.' A guy in a little white towel should be on the label. I would buy the sh*t out of that candle. Other ideas: Men's Neck Smell Blue Eyes and a Cute Smile Green Eyes and Dimples Playing With Your Hair Nice Hands Holding Hands Walking Down A Busy City Street Then Stopping For Street Food Yum Cuddling On A Bench Waiting For The Subway To Start Running After A Night Out Sweating After Doing A Hard Task Men's Soft Hair  Fire (Oh wait I think they have this one already.) This is just off the top of my head. I could go on. 

My new bike. Not as cute as the other one, but this one has 7 gears instead of 1 (I live on a mountain slope so this is pretty nice) and was in stock and on sale. Sold. 8:30 PM: Outside the store. My brother and I realize my bike will not fit on his car's mountain bike rack because it's a GIRL's bike, so the bars are in a different places. Oops. 8:45 PM: We finally jimmy-rig a way to fit the bike in his car (my dad's truck is at the ranch house, my car is smaller than his) with the trunk shut and everything. I think my brother is secretly an engineer in his spare time. 9:00 PM: Get the bike in the back parking lot behind my building to test out the seat height with my brother watching me. I stand next to a fence for balance, because I haven't been on a bike in 2 years and I'm a bit shaky. I insist on wearing my helmet (silver), because this was engrained in me in China. I take a short ride around the parking lot. 9:02 PM: While getting off the bike my...

Orange and electric lavender eyeshadow, fun and bright for summer. No upper lid eyeliner because this was daytime, but you could make this very dramatic with eyeliner and false lashes. Make Up Forever brand, #s 18 (orange) and 9 (purple). I picked out this bike and then it was sold out! Waiting for it to come back in stock. I'll attach a basket to the back for groceries and whatnot. If there's one thing I learned from T. it is the importance of me wearing a helmet while biking, haha, so I hope to find a semi-cute one. (We only had one helmet and I *always* had to wear it. "No offence", he'd tell me, "but you need this way worse than I do." He was right. I can't wait to send him pictures of me on my bike with the helmet, he'll love it.) Gold leather high-heeled sandals. Very impractical for summer walking, so of course, perfect. (Actually, pretty comfortable due to the cork platform and Sofft-brand cushioning.)  And, so far t...

My NYC photos video. Here are the links, they'll open the video directly: PC/Mac, click here:  Video link iPhone, click here: iPhone link . iPad, click here: iPad link . Android phone, click here: Android link . Mobile versions are about 60 MB, so might take a few minutes to load. Hope you like it.

This morning, in my bleary-eyed state, I succeeded, without trying, in putting my bra on inside -out. When I realized my mistake, I couldn't get it off, because it's really hard to hook and unhook an inside-out bra? I have no idea how I managed this without even trying? This is what I get for putting on a bra before noon on Saturday. Either that, or I really missed my calling.

This is awkward for me to write because I don't have much experience with men. This scene was too familiar for comfort, though. Have you ever liked/been attracted to someone who doesn't like themselves a lot so they can't understand why *you'd* like them and they self-sabotage because they just don't think they deserve it? I have, and it sucks. It hurts to see someone walk away because they don't believe they are worth having. Who actually says, "People don't like me once they get to know me" and you realize later they really believe that. Heart-breaking, in fact. I cried a lot over this dude. But there isn't any way to make someone believe how wonderful they are if they can't believe it for themselves. And because my life isn't a tv show or movie, things don't work out and you lose them in your life. (The other difference is that I never had sex with him.) I've also experienced men who treat you like a victor's match, w...

I forgot to bring my phone to work today. When I realized I didn't have it, I wasn't so concerned about me needing to use it as I was about people contacting me and getting silence in return.* That's stupid, though.   I try really hard not to ignore text messages, iMessages, phone calls or emails, even when I don't like getting them. I don't carry my phone everywhere and I set silence timers at night and in the morning so I'm not disturbed, but definitely I feel pressure to respond in a timely manner. I don't know where that comes from. Did we have a meeting and say "Here's the guidelines: respond to texts within a few hours, phone calls within 24 hours, emails within 1-5 days, respond to letters whenever you feel like it because you'll get one a year, maybe." I think texts are even a generational thing. Kids today probably have a 1 minute response time expectation. Truthfully, I usually try to respond within 10 minutes when I get a...

Who are your people? I come from hardscrabble, independent Texans and outspoken, fun-loving Chileans. What impact do our people have on us? Are characteristics inherited, or just a function of nurturing? I have no idea. But here are two of my people: My Grandpa Foster (on the far left; I'm the little scowly one below him), who as a young man had a Model-T and hauled ice in a secret compartment for bootleggers during Prohibition in exchange for gas for his car. How cool was he? He was also a rock/mineral hound and used to take us out rock hunting when we were kids. I was determined to find a geode and always asked, "Is that a geode, Grandpa?" "No, that's a leaveitright. Leave it right there." But he would take home my rocks and cut them open with his rock saw. (No geodes!) I appreciate now all those rocks he cut open for me. My great-grandma Abby, who died when I was about a year old: Her husband (my great-grandpa) in this photo died away from ho...

I added a link to my flickr photo site in the sites link box. My recent trip to NYC I didn't take very many photos because I thought, "Well, I've taken a photo of that in the past. I don't need two." So, there wasn't very much to share. But, I really like some of my past photos, so when I do something worth seeing with them, I'll post it. Reminds me of my trip to Mexico, where I took about 3 pictures the whole time because I was enjoying myself so much I forgot to take pictures. I guess that can be a good thing! When I went to Thailand, I forced myself to take rolls and rolls of film. They are all in a box.

UPDATE: YouTube blocked my video in the U.S. because of the song I used as background tracking. It's like being in China all over again! I will add a few more photos and videos to the links below I overlooked the first time. Check back for more photos. If you'd like to see my recent NYC photos in detail, click here . And if you'd like to see all of my NYC photos from all trips, click here .

I never realized how charming Seth Meyers is until I watched some SNL episodes on Hulu. So charming! Right down to the mole on his neck. (Nice tongue target.) He definitely crosses the XY axis of charming/lickable. Here is one of my favorite Weekend Update skits, Stefon on St. Patrick's Day activities: Remind me the next time I'm in NYC to give out some "Kiss Me I'm Irish" buttons! (I teased my sister she could be a hoomba, because she's so tiny. She was not amused.) In other news, I saw The Avengers this weekend; I've never seen their stand alone movies, so I was a bit lost at first and kinda bored. If I had been alone, I probably would've left. But, the last half hour or so picked up and then I enjoyed it. However, seeing it on 3D Imax was a leeeetle too much for my brain-- I left the theater nauseated and headachy. I prefer to skip this 3D step and wait for straight-up holograms. And now, my opinions about the Avenger team: Captain America...

I've been working on a one-off media project for work and for part of it we taped short action sequences using an awesome iPhone/iPad app called 'Action Movie.' (By Bad Robot.) It's free in the App store for 1 effect and you can pay for more effects. (All of the effects costs $4.00 total. Pretty cheap!) Kids and adults alike love it! I can't show the footage we taped for the project, but here are some samples I made in the car while playing around with it. They are short, about 10 seconds each. I can't wait to make movies at my next family gathering! Btw, I'm almost done with my NYC photos/video. I expect to have it posted this weekend. I've shot around 100 GB of footage at various locations for this project in the last few days; it's fun but oh boy I am not used to hauling around all of my shooting equipment (cameras, tripods, lights) to the different locations! I'm so sore. I need a photo boy asap! Or a massage boy.