the short version

Becca.  25.  Loud.  A girl.

Grew up in Vegas, moved to Reno in pursuit of an education, finding me, etc.  Found more than expected.

I work in integrated marketing. [yes, I find it important to specify "integrated"]

the long and really, way too detailed version:

I try really hard to be honest with myself and with everyone else, all of the time.  But all of the time, I don’t know why, but I’m afraid I’m being fake.

I’m overweight and I hate it.  But I do genuinely think I’m beautiful, inside and out.  And I think that’s important.

I’m afraid that because I can’t remember it, I never had an imagination as a child.

I am seven percent creative [literally].  I adore spreadsheets and organization and I must write things down.  That seven percentis most effective when in a group setting.

I actually really love working in a group [of strong thinkers].

I think brackets are much better than parentheses.  However, I really, really like the word “parenthetical.”

My sister is my best friend on this earth.  She knows me better than anyone else and probably always will.

I don’t have very many friends, but I think I’m okay with that.  Because the ones I have are basically the best.

I don’t really like to drink.  I think it’s okay, sometimes, when I’m in the mood and it’s the right beverage.  But for the most part, I’m not a fan and almost never want more than one.  And I think that makes me weird.  [However, lately I have been enjoying the wine.]

Sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve the amazingly awesome job that I have.  But I am SO grateful that I have work that I love.  And coworkers that truly feel like family.  It’s an indescribable feeling to know when your boss people truly believe in you.  I really think the world would be a better place if people enjoyed their jobs half as much as I do.

I was born into a Jewish family.  I still love the traditions that come with Judaism, but I don’t believe a word of the religion.  I don’t believe a word of religion at all.  I believe in God, but I don’t like to talk about it.  Talking about God and religion makes me itchy and squirmy.  But I do it anyway.  I like the emotional stress it puts on me.  I think that’s because it reminds me what the point of faith is.

If I could stand the thought of living in Vegas again, I’d move there to be with my niece in a heartbeat.  I suffer at the fact that I can’t spend time with her every day.

Moving away from Vegas was the best thing I could have ever done.  It brought me to this job.  It brought me to truly doing things for myself.  And it brought me to him.

so what’s thatloudgirl.com?

That Loud Girl.  It’s funny because it’s true.

But it’s also what I want to do in life.  I want to live loudly.  Not to be all cliché like the Oxygen channel [yes, I watch Oxygen].  Whatever I do in life, this blog is my commitment to do it loudly.  Yes, you can call me on it.

the props

Major thanks to my friend Mike Higdon, who is responsible for the awesome header you see up there. He is a talented designer and photographer (he shot all the portraits you’ll see on this site). Visit is Web site, read his blog and follow him on Twitter.