I made the move to wordpress, because the platform is better there. So…   http://www.welderbeth.com     ENJOY! Continue reading →

I had the opportunity to travel to Costa Rica during the summer 4 or 5 times while I was in high school/college. Sometimes we would do construction work (read: try to weld two pieces of metal together using wires from an electrical socket or knocking the snot out of a wall with a giant hammer) and … Continue reading →

Sunday, 12 June 2005 “So now my last book is done, with the exception of this preface. Today is November 12th, 1996, about nine months, I would guess, from its publication date, from its emergence from the birth canal of a printing press. There is no rush. The gestation period for a baby elephant is … Continue reading →

As a child in Big Spring, Burger King was affectionately referred to as “Booger King” and to this day, I still pronounces Crayons “crowns”. I’m waiting for the day when I ask someone for some crayons and I get a fistful of tiaras. I (maybe my sister- I don’t remember) used to call bathing suits … Continue reading →

is finito. No, not “finito” in the sense that the faulty wiring in the kitchen light caught on fire and turned our duplex into a towering inferno of doom (yet). And no, we didn’t drive to our landlord’s house and rip up the lease in her front yard (like so many people have told us … Continue reading →

 (If you haven’t seen The Money Pit (starring Tom Hanks), then you need to drop what you’re doing and go watch it on Netflix right this second. Then you can sympathize with me.) Sometimes, I have days where I still feel like a high school student in my decision making. You know, like that time … Continue reading →

My mom is the kind of lady who: – you can call at 7:00 in the morning when you’re having a panic attack about your new duplex’s air conditioning and she knows how to calm you down – Has so much patience that she can withstand the force of junior high Leah working on math homework … Continue reading →

Once I was standing awkwardly outside the downtown library waiting for a friend to park and a homeless man walked up to me and said, “God told me to ask you for a dollar.” So I did. Who am I to sully God’s name if He actually did tell that guy to ask me for … Continue reading →

That’s right- BABIES. Plural. More than one. I don’t feel bad about it at all. An adult student tried to bring her 6 year old to English class today and I grabbed them before they got into the class and said it was against our rules. For some reason, the daughter started to cry. I guess that … Continue reading →