We had a repeat of our “random wake-up before God to watch football live” schedule this morning, only it flopped.

We went to bed around 8. Will got up (get this) at 2 in the morning so he could get ready for work and watch the game, which started at 3. If this doesn’t show the guy is an out of control sports fan, I don’t know what does.

Anyway I couldn’t get back to sleep either. At 3 we went to the living room to watch some of the game before Will has to leave… only it wasn’t on. Instead we had the “joy” of watching Andre Agassi play tennis (we’re not much into watching tennis… or “fake” football- AKA soccer). So, we got up for nothing. We went back to bed and we got up again aroud 4… and guess what was on? The stupid Dolphins game. It was halftime. I guess there was a delay on the tennis match so it went into the football game, but when it was over it cut back into the live game.

So much for “the plan.”

I think Will might have caught a few minutes before having to head off to work, but not enought to get excited about. This is preseason. That means that the scores of these games DO NOT COUNT or MATTER. I don’t even want to know what our lives will be like once the real season hits!

If I ever questioned my husband’s intense passion for sports, especially college and pro football, my eyes have been opened and I will never have to wonder again.

I haven’t decided if the past two “get up late to watch preseason football” nights have been fun or crazy. Maybe both. I think it helps that the Green Bay game is still looming over my head- that way I am still excited about the notion of football and the fact that in 4 months we will be at a “real” game freezing out butts off and not having to schedule our life around random ESPN viewings in Kuwait. It will just be me, Will, the Packers, and freezing misery. how thilling!

I’m thinking if there is anything else worthwhile to report- not that my football-crazed husband’s obsession could be considered worthwhile, but it is probably the most exciting thing that I have to talk about today! That might not be a bad thing. There may actually be a day that I miss sitting in an apartment doing absolutley nothing. I hate it right now, but this is the last time I will ever get to do it in my life, so I’m trying to make the “most” of being trapped.

I’ve come to appreciate things more, that’s for sure! I never knew how exciting going grocery shopping could be. Bring on the Sultan Center! Lucky for me tomorrow is Friday and I think some time during the weeked we will be making a trip to the grocery store- Wow! Do I really get to go? (how sadly funny) Can I push the cart all by myself?? Okay- sorry, but it really is a highlight after not being able to go anywhere all week.

How did I go from sports to grocery shopping? Who knows with me!

Okay- back to football. No more talk of that grocery girly stuff. I am so ready to start planning this trip, but for some reason Will has been dragging his feet a little. I think it’s because he just wants to be there. He doesn’t think that we actually have to get on a plane, drive to Green Bay, have a hotel ready and all the things in between. He draws a direct line from our apartment to Lambeau Field like that’s it. I, meanwhile, am 4 months away and feel like I’m criss-crossing everywhere, running around in all directions. I guess a lot of our plans are contingent on my job situation- do we have to stay at the “classy” joint with the 25 cent vibrating bed, or splurge a little and go all out for our stay. Okay- so we won’t be Roach Motel poor if I don’t have a job or anything, but we can’t really concrete our plans for a few more weeks until we hear something. Tonight as I was washing dishes, Will came up behind me and just wrapped his arms around me and put his head on my shoulder as we talked about making plans. He’s the “Don’t worry! Everythings fine“ guy. I am the, “Oh My Gosh! There are a million things to do and they have to get done in 9 minutes!“ girl. I guess we’re a good balance.

Why am I telling you all this? I don’t know. I guess these are the things that have been consuming my thoughts for the last few days. This will be our first “major” trip together since our honeymoon and I’m getting excited about planning it. thank goodness for the internet. It has made life so much easier! How did people plan long distance trips before? Seriously. I know that sounds like a totally stupid question, but the more I think about it, the more it boggles my mind! You just couldn’t type in a search for cheap hotels and search for things by price at the drop of a hat. You couldn’t compare flight information by price or schedule by the push of a button. Planning for would have given me a huge headache. Too many details to do on your own without much help. Again, what i would I do without the internet? I know when I was little my parents had to do it- as well as everyone else before Al Gore came along and created the information highway for us (sorry- I had to throw in some stupid dry political humor)- which means the majority of the population- but what a pain!

Okay- total random and dorky question, but really- stop and think about it. I know I’m not alone here. I think I better get off before I continue on with the dorky thoughts that plague my mind.

Yet another countdown has begun… 124 days ‘till the Frozen Tundra.

I fully believe that anyone who lives in America and cleans their kitchen at least once a week has an immaculate house, and I would be honored to eat dinner off your floor.

The previous sentence is coming from someone that probably borderlines as an obsessive compulsinve handwasher- so you have to believe my sincerity. I give up on keeping anything clean in Kuwait. Seriously. If you like something and want to keep it nice- don’t live here!

The past few days we have endured dust storms where you can’t see anything. It’s like being in fog, only a lot more miserable. Yesterday it was so dark and gloomy that I kept thinking had I been home a huge thunderstorm would have hit at any minute, bringing a ton of rain and wrath. Ha. Since that does not happen here, however, I kept having to tell myself that it was dark out because of the incredible sheild of sand that blocked the sun and everything 10 feet out of my view.

We have these strange, random, and as far as I can tell useless fans in our kitchen and bathrooms. Almost ever house or apartment in Kuwait I’ve seen has them. I have no idea of their purpose because they do not keep things cool. They are built in to our windows and are open on the outside. Does this make sense? Probably not. I’ll have to post a picture sometime.

They are these small little fans in the middle of windows and when they are not blowing you can stick your finger out and literally be outside. The kicker is that you can’t really control it. It blows by the wind outside. You just can’t turn it off or on. You can only reverse it. Okay- this is still confusing! I guess that is why they say a picture is worth a thousand words.

Anyway, I think these things were the dumbest invention and I have no idea of their purpose. Actually I do- and I don’t know why contractors would purposeley install a device that is soley made to tick people off and make them a slave to cleaning a place that will never clean. You would have to hire a person just to stand in a room and clean- constantly… around the clock.

The dust storm was so bad yesterday and the wind was blowing so bad,and that stupid kitchen fan sounded like a jet engine getting ready for take off. It was so loud and annoying. I wanted to cringe everytime I heard it, not only because of its deafening “whizzing“ noise that almost seemed to laugh at me, but also because I knew that it was blowing truck loads of dirt into the kitchen. So anyway, it does have this shutter thing that you can close but it still makes these loud noises and lets crap in, but it isn’t as loud. Anyway, we close it and it pops right back open.

Close.

Pop open.

Close.

Pop open.

” I think I’m going to lose my patience!!!!!”

So my sister and I tie a pair of scissors on the cord to weight it down. It is still there now, looking just gloriously tacky as ever.

I cleaned the counters three times yesterday- it was so disgusting. I could smell the dirt as I wiped a think layer of sand off everything each time. It got in our dishers, in the cabinets, on our food that was put away… yes dirt is now a “seasoning“, and I am now a connoisseur. This is a losing battle.

The few people that I have met told me early on, “I don’t even bother keeping up with the cleaning. It will never be clean.” I thought that was totally gross, but now I can understand what they are saying. A lot of them have cheap maids, but after our “robbery” incident I don’t know if Will and I would ever get one.

I am just thankful for tile floors. I see why every hose has these too. How in the world would you keep carpet clean? Yuck! A lot of people have respitory problems ( get this- you can walk in to a pharmacy and get all sorts of interesting things for that stuff- including Sudafed, which US lawmakers are trying to ban because of its use in meth… that is whole other post though!) in Kuwait because of the gunk that is constantly in the air and the fact that the air conditioner is always running and they don’t clean the ducts- I can’t even imagine laying around on your carpet and breathing all that crap in.

This has been quite an interesting experience. If I ever meet some of you we’ll have dinner on the floor sometime. What do you say?

Hope you had a good weekend.

Let me paint you a picture of what the next 6 months of my life might look like:

Will gets home after 5. We eat dinner, hang out for about an hour and then go straight to bed- around 7ish.

“Did you set the alarm, Britt?”

“Yes, Will.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to miss this.”

“I’m sure Will.”

At about 9:55 my alarms goes off and we both get out of bed and head to the living room to flip on our Orbit ESPN and watch live football- not the soccer stuff.

This will become second nature for me from here on out. Last night this is exactly what we did, only I fell asleep on the couch during the 2nd quarter… that was my way of handeling all the excitment.

I have to admit, it was sort of exciting to watch football last night (the first 20 minutes or so anyway). It is really gearing me up for this fantasy stuff. We watched the first preseason game of the year. I’m not really sure what I think about football season while we’re in Kuwait. Will is sadly not as excited as usual, which sort of gets me sad because I know how much he loves sports. I am in some ways happy because I know that Sunday afternoons no longer mean Will watching NFL Sunday ticket on the loudest volume setting. I am also a little disappointed because this is my first year to do fantasy with Will and it won’t be as fun when we don’t get to watch and root for our guys.

We will get a very limited amount of games, and those we do will be broadcast at weird hours- so we will have to sleep creatively for the next few months! We already figured out how are going to do our OU games, thankfully, so that is one less thing we will have to consider when going nocturnal.

They have a program we signed up for where they will send us a copy of the game the Monday after it was played. It will take a while to get to us, but at least we will be able to watch it. Honestly, I can’t get too excited about this concept. By the time we get our video we will have already know who won- so I can’t see watching a whole game (especially if they lose) when I know the outcome. That is a total guy thing. Will could watch ESPN Classic all day and not get bored. He can watch, knowing that OU is going to bite it- and still watch anyway. How can you watch something you’ve already seen, knowing there is no possible way your team is going to pull an upset? This matter is not to be discussed, only marveled at, and I will fully support Will with the whole thing- as I flip through a magazine or something.

Anyway, he called me today all professional like and told me he needed to talk to the co-owner of our fantasy league. He had been proposed a trade- and I know he knew I wouldn’t understand all the mechanics of this trade stuff- but I thought it was sweet that he called me anyway and made me part of the process- even if he is the brains of the operation!

16 days unitl the big Draft Day!

Have a good rest of the weekend.

Today Will and I sat at the dining room table and had a nice, long level 4 conversation (that is what the pastor who did our premarital counseling would have called it).

Will had gotten a discouraging email from someone about the church he worked at before we moved here. Before taking the plunge to Kuwait, Will served as youth minister at one of the churches in town. Anyway, the email was really disheartening and talked about how the numbers have been killed in the youth group and how there are a ton of discipline problems. It was sort of sad to hear that. The group we had was so different than Will and I. All but 2 came from broken homes and had never met their fathers. They had problems keeping out of trouble and a lot of times we just had a hard time relating to them. We knew God had called us there so we pushed on and did what we were called to do no matter how hard the situation with the youth was- not to mention the draining situation of the entire church.

Anyway, we left thinking to ourselves, “At least we were there to lay a foundation for the next guy.” Sadly, I guess I foundation has been rocked! I know there was nothing we could do. It just made us sit and think about things for a long time today.

How long will they remain open?

Will we ever see our youth again?

What do you think the kids will be doing in 5 years? It was scary to think what would happen to some of them.

We talked for almost 2 hours about so many thought provoking memories and ideas. We got into our friends and people we used to know and wondered how often we would see them, and who we would see when we came home at Christmas. I asked Will if he thought it was bad that we don’t have a solid “couplefriend” at this point in our lives, so then we talked about that too.

Finding that perfect couplefriend is a difficult process. We both realize its important to have our own friends, but we would like to think one day we would be able to find a couple that we enjoyed hanging out with just as much. We had one before we left, but we never really got all that close. We did a lot of stuff together, but that was about it. For example, as were were getting ready to move over here we went out to dinner, gave hugs and said bye. No “email us!” or “Let us know what’s going on!” That was it.

Finding a couplefriend is just like dating again, only worse because there are two people involved.  It is crucial that the husband like the guy as much as the wife likes the girl (or at least in my goofy mind it is that way). I feel like we should take out a personal ad or something!

Coupledating is just like being single again. When trying to find the perfect couplefriend you have to initally be on your best behavior- just like I was on my first date with Will. No talk of chin hairs or sweat.

Also, you have to go through the whole getting to know you stage again- only its harder because you not only have one person to learn about- you have two. “Okay Will, so is their “kid” a Jack Russell named Scotty or a Scottish something or other named Jack?“

Then, afterwards you go home and analyze how everything went. “Did it go well? Do you think they’ll call? Should we call first or will that be too forward? Were we too enthusiastic? Not enthusiastic enough?“ Just like dating all over again.

I know I analyze EVERYTHING way too much, but finding a couple to do stuff with is a lot harder than finding a girl to go shopping with me with or a guy to watch football with Will. 

Okay- I could go on for another 7 minutes, but I think I not only killed a dead horse but probably came off like we have couplefriend issues. Oh well.

Better go for now. Will is ready to look for football cards online… lucky me…

Finally “Friday!”

It’s my one chance to jump on the computer today. my family went out to dinner so I am frantically trying to post and check my email before I have to arm wrestle everyone for time.

Today was just a normal day in my crazy life. Let’s see… Maybe I’ll bore you with the run down of my every waking detail. That sounds SOOO fun. (just kidding- but I don’t think I’m kidding about boring you with every detail of my day… sorry)

Will was running really late today. He didn’t wake me up until about 5:30, which means he got up at 5:00. He usually gets up between 3:45 and 4:00- so it was pretty late.

I got up and got online and surprisingly got on early enough to talk to a friend that was about to end her day (I hate the time difference here! I never get to talk to friends or read good blogs unless they are linked because I am in bed when everyone gets started!) Anyway, I wrote a few letters and then, as I said earlier this week, I stopped everything going on in my life to watch Home and Away.

The show is amazing. I was thinking about putting in a link to their website, but it doesn’t do the show justice. Its been on primetime in Australia since 1989, so I figure its got to be good to run that long! Anyway, I am totally addicted!

After that my sister and I went to the gym That was an adventure- more of one than usual I should say. Since Saudi Arabia’s king died this week they have been playing nothing but prayers over the speaker downstairs in our apartment. That is what they play at the gym- so talk about having some “great” stuff to pump you up and give you a good workout… not so much.

I stepped on the treadmill and almost threw up. There were sweat drops EVERYWHERE! Okay- I realize that its a gym and that is what people do- they sweat. I definitely have no room to talk because I’m like a thunder storm. However, I think there is some unwritten rule that bypasses all language barriers and states that all patrons must wipe the equipment down after they rain all over it.

Okay, so I am way too anyl about this whole thing. I’ll admit it. I’m a huge germaphob, which to me includes all sorts of body fluid as well. Anyway, I went all the way back to the apartment, got the Detol, got a baby wipe and went back. Yes- I am a nut. I wiped all the drops off with the baby wipe and sprayed the crap all over the buttons and handles.

I’m sorry I went on a 3 minute tangent about that. It was the “highlight” of my afternoon.

After that I took a shower and did my Bible study. I am going through the Bible from start to finish. Right now I’m in 2 Chronicles. Again, just some random info… but I did say I was going to talk about the details of my day right?

Oh what an exciting day...( )

I got ready and them my parents picked me and my sister up for a hair appointment. I was still unsure of my place, but I think I like it. It is just so strange. I love talking to my “hair lady,” and that just doesn’t happen here. She asked me a question and I answered, and then I just wanted to keep talking, but tried to refrain. For some reason I hate awkward silence with my stylist. Yes, I am a dork. So I asked her about this wedding she was going to, and she talked about that for a while, and then more silence. So for some reason I then proceed and totally ask the dumbest question. We were talking about hair or getting it styled or something and then for some reason the dumbest thing blurts out of my mouth...are you ready?…

“So, do you do your own hair?”

Silence.

Crickets.

I’m dying here!

“Uh, yes, I do. But not the back.”

What in the world were you thinking Brittny!? Of course she does her own hair! That is what she DOES! That is like asking a chef if he cooks his own food! What a dork. Okay- so did I mention I didn’t handle hair stylist silence well? That is one thing I miss about the states.

Enough about that story. Afterwards Will and I grabbed a bite to eat, and then headed home.

Not too exciting today. I’m not sure what the night plans are. Sharing a living room kind of cramps everything.

So there you have it. The oh so exciting points in my day. ha ha

Too much to handle right?… Not so much.

Have a good hump day.

To the majority of people I’m a “young pup.” I’m 22 and up until I got an engagement ring I would sometimes be asked, “So, ‘sweetie,’ what are your plans after high school?’” Pretty irritating, but I guess I’ll take it.

Anyway, as depressing as this sounds, I realize that each day I am aging. I realize each minute that ticks makes me that much older. The 2 1/2 (yes I have “half” of one) lines that run across my forehead- and frustrate the mess out of me since I am only 22 while all of my friends are smooth and linefree- are going to deepen. 5 years from now I will look like myself but be a more “adultish” version. I have to be honest- I can’t be Drew Barrymore and say, “I am looking forward to getting older” in the physical sense, but I am aware of it.

Well guys- yesterday I had a scare. One of the aging scares that should only happen to women at LEAST 40- and I’m being generous with that number, I should probably push it up 5 years. This scare has me certain that we should all start searching for the fountain of youth- or invent something like the potion in Death Becomes Her.

Yesterday I was sitting around with my sister watching BBC Food for like the 3rd hour. We’re talking and having a good time. Laughing and just being girls when all of a sudden she looks at me in disgust! She just stares at me with squinty eyes and then just busts up laughing and says, “You have a chin hair!” I know it was just my sister, and I am queen of embarrassing moments, but I was totally embarrassed!

I’m 22! I can’t have an old lady chin hair! So, we went in my parent’s bedroom, opened the curtain for adequate sunlight, and got the mirror. “Holy crap! It’s freakish!” There it was, right under my chin. Not only was it a chin hair- it was a LONG one! What’s up with that!?

I felt like this really old lady at my church back home. She had a beard going on under there. I figured that if you get to be that old you should be able to keep whatever hair grows wherever you please. If it’s still growing- keep it lady. After about 75- that crap is a badge of honor. I also remember all of the foods my grandpa would tease would put “hair on your chest, girl!” I was freaking out thinking, “Maybe he was serious! What if that is next!?” Okay, so I acutally did think that but I realize I was just overreacting.

I examined the area. It wasn’t just a chin hair- it was like another entity gaining nutrients from me and was just along for the ride- like a barnacle with a whale or something. I wouldn’t have been utterly shocked it it branched out on its own and started breeding right there on my chin! I’d be just like Veda at church! It was about half an inch long. Yuck.

So, I tweezed it and really wanted to save it for Will when he got home because not only would he say “You’re weird, that’s gross,” but I know he would have totally laughed.However, I decided not to. I am an official “chin checker” now. If it struck once, be certain it will strike again. It will have to be a constant thing now- just like making sure I have deoderant on or something. I am too young to have to add yet another body check to my list!

I am just glad my sister saw it before it was braidable and I was just going on with my unobservant life thinking everything was just fine. That would have been bad!

The story of my life…

Have a good day. <3

The last few days have been mindnumbingly boring.

My sister and mom are contemplating the serious decision of staying here or going home. My sister hates her school here, and I can’t say I blame her. I would want to go home too. No Friday night football games or prom or just regular teen stuff like getting to drive.

Anyway, I didn’t intend that to be the topic of today’s post. I guess that has been weighing on my mind a lot because I too wonder if Will and I will stay or go home. The selfish side of me wants my sister to stay because she is my dearest friend. I would miss her tons. The practical and honest side of me wants to help her pack and find and find a flight home with a decent movie. She has to decide very soon because school starts in a few weeks. If I was a betting girl I would say she will stay this year and move back next year because she knows my mom wants to stay at least a year. but I guess we’ll see.

It has me thinking about what I am doing here! I have been here almost three months and am far from being able to say I’m simply in a “rut” anymore. I think my articulate and planned schedule would probably have others thinking that my doing nothing is a actually a career- definitely no longer a rut. I feel like I am in the movie groundhog day when I get up and do the exact same thing each day. I have it to a science. Here are some tips to doing nothing everyday:

1. It is not a crime to have a plan on days such as these. So many people just want to go with the flow, but I say that if you are going to do nothing and don’t have a plan you will miss out on “something” if you are just going by the seat of your pants.

2. There must be dangerous amounts of imported jiff peanut butter (peter pan will also suffice) and Kraft Marshmallow fluff. You are doing nothing and deserve to eat a little slobbish.

3. You must have “your show” which you will stop doing anything- even to the point of hanging up on your sweet grandmother so you can sit down and watch it. Mine, for example, is the GREAT Australian hit Home and Away. It is the best and has me wondering what I’m going to do if I ever have to do something. Its that good and is only half an hour so you don’t feel too bad for watching a “soap” type show for half the day each and every morning.

4. Comfort is key. If you are sitting around all day PJs are incredibly permissible and expected at my house. Simply change when you go to the gym and then get ready after you get back- around 3 in the afternoon. You’re kind of on European time here- theres no rush and it will get done before your husband sees you.

5. Maybe you have willpower, but my willpower can be compared to a kid at fat camp smuggling choclate cake in on the first night. It’s terrible. there must be a lock on the kitchen door. It must be hidden. Sitting at home has a strange affect on people after about 3 weeks in which you are simply hungry all the time because you know you can have it, and you know there are cherry poptarts that are simply staring you down all the way in the living room. There must be some self-control exercised during doing nothing days. This, is my hardest rule to master. Hopefully I’ll get a job soon and I won’t have to worry about it!

I have a ton more but I’m sure I’m scaring you all at this point. I really need a “real” job don’t I? Living at home and without a job really makes for dramatic yet boring blogs.

Have a good day

I have been having this strange yet comforting reoccuring dream. I think its a sign.

I’m a vivid dreamer to begin with and I almost always have a wild story of the strange oddities that are in my dream world each day (so all the psych majors are analyzing me now, great).

I’ve head this dream 3 times in the last week and a half. The same thing doesn’t happen verbatim or anything, but always the same “charachters,” and same ideas- and no ladies it doesn’t include Orlando Bloom.

My dream has been about a puppy I have been wanting soooo bad (so the psych majors can now breathe a sigh of relief- I’ll play Freud today- I am having continual dreams of a puppy because that is my deep down longing and desire… wow… “deep“ today).

Yes, I’m a dork. I know. Even in my DREAMS I’m a goof! That just can’t be normal! Anyway, I have been puppy crazy the last few months. I think what makes it worse is that there is no possible way we are going to be able to get a dog while were are here for 3 years… that is like an eternity for people like me!

I have only been making the matter worse by looking at all the different breeds and seeing which ones I like. I’ve also taken the “which breed suits you best quiz...“ 3 times. Yes, I know. Don’t say anything.

I would really like to get more into this, but Will just came in and waved goodnight to me and I promised him I would go to bed at the same time he did so I don’t bother him when I come to bed at all hours of the night.

So here’s to sweet dreams. Goodnight.

Y’know the feeling in your stomach you get before you do something you are terrified of? For some its speaking in front of people, others it’s flying. For me its singing. The thought of singing in front of anyone other than myself can conjure up the acid in my stomach and make me feel like I’m going to throw up all over myself. That is probably the best way to explain my feelings last night.

“It” happened. It, as in St. Helen exploding in all its wrath, happened. I won’t give you the 15 minute letter I gave to a friend, I’ll give you the Reader’s Digest version.

Last night Will had to work so I was left alone with my family. I knew the subject was going to come up- it was only a matter of time. I tried to enjoy my dinner and tried to talk the whole time so they had no opportunity to bother me with their questions- dumb I know. So, I said a lot of, “This is really good mom!” and other stupid fillers.  I also ate about 2 helpings of everything. Just when I thought I had gotten through dinner unscathed, it came up.

They sat there for about half an hour trying to get it out of me and I wouldn’t budge. finally I just let it all out- which had my family in shock! I ended up calling Will and telling him “it happened” and he did the sweetest thing: he asked his boss for permission to come home. So, that is what he did. I needed him there with me. I felt so loved that he did that for me.

He came home and we all sat there just kind of talking and seeing what needed to happen next. It was awkward, to say the least. We all probably went to bed feeling lousy and didn’t get much sleep, but in all honesty it was probably good for it all to come out (even though we had hoped to be moved out!).

So, today I woke up with that terrible nervous feeling in my stomach- like I was about to thrust in my pajamas TMJ splint in my mouth and all, to be on American Idol and sing to the world or something. Just call me William Haung.

I devoted a lot of my Bible study time today to prayer and just seeing what God wanted me to do now that “it happened.” I think that in time (and when we move out) things will be better than before because it wasn’t good to hold those feelings in. It feels sort of awkward now because of out living situation- but maybe it is true when they say it has to get worse before it can get better. I hope that’s true anyway!

So I have been praying a lot today for our relationship, and I know ultimately things are going to be fine- but this whole last night ordeal and still living here kind of makes things not too great.

So- I just had to get all that out as my little vent session today. Hopefully this has helped the situation. I know that sounds crazy- and I know immediatley it might have made things worse, but I think that through this it will get better.

So now the clean up crew must come out and figure what we’re going to do with this ashy mess…

Have a good Saturday.

Just a re-cap post today. Nothing spectacular really.

We had a great weekend. It felt so good to get out and be together. The ultimate would have been to have our own apartment to come home to, but in time we’ll get that too.

Nonetheless, it was just a good weekend. Wednesday night Will wanted to see a movie. It was “opening night” for Monster In-Law and The Longest Yard so it was pretty much between those two. I really really really didn’t want to see Monster In-Law for personal reasons (don’t worry- I won’t get into that), but you’ll never guess what Will wanted to see… Yep… Monster In-Law. That’s true love right there- to sit through that movie with Will. Actually it was really good.

So then we came back to the apartment and uncomfortably had cake and ice cream with my family. I haven’t had a Baskin Robbins ice cream cake in ages. It was divine. I think I’ll have to start celebrating half birthdays and random holidays like Secretary Week so we have an excuse to go out and buy a cake. After that we just sat around and called it a night.

Thursday we had our famous phone call and Will got to talk to his family and see what all was going on with Will’s fam. We went back to sleep for a few more hours and then I forced Will out of bed by playing a game of bowling on my phone’s loudest setting. We got up and got around and then went to Hard Rock for lunch. It was so much fun. After that we went and saw yet another movie!We opted for The Longest Yard. It was really good.

We headed back to the apartment and then the “fun” began- we sat down to a very important business meeting to talk about the draft coming up in our league. Will made me get my magazine that I have been so avidly reading and researching (wink wink) and a notebook so we could analyze and discuss what players we want and when we want to draft them.

This stuff is quite a process! I am a person of intense order. I call my planner “the second Bible.” I always have to have a plan. Fantasy Football (yes, I know I’m capitalizing it as if it were a real day) Draft Day is anything but structure! You have no idea what these other 11 guys are going to take so you have to have several options lined up incase they take “your” guy. Wow. I ended up having so much fun though! I can’t believe I just said that! I actually had a good time looking though our magazines, reading about players and then discussing if we should consider them or not. We were about an hour in and Will was like, “Let’s put it away for tonight. I don’t want you to get burned out.” I had to laugh to myself because in all honesty I could have went another hour and been fine. Oh well. It was probably a good idea because I may be singing a whole different tune in a few weeks when draft day starts.

Well, today is our last day of the weekend, which saddens me. I always think as I write my posts on Friday that as I am ending my weekend you all are preparing to start yours!Today is just a lazy day. We have the apartment to ourselves which is nice. Will is playing his game- for the first time this weekend! I was shocked because I thought since it was “his” weekend he would have wanted to play more. So, while he’s doing that I’m siezing the opportunity to use the computer while I still have the chance. Will has to work tonight which is a bummer, so I will be on my own tonight- kind of.

So, that was our weekend in a nut shell. Nothing too extra-special, but just what we needed. thanks for all the sweet wishes. Have a great weekend.