Hi!

Where do I even start?

You know, it’s amazing what you can cram into 3 days while you’re on vacation. I sit at my desk for days and weeks on end praying I can find some small morsel of information to post about and get nothing, but I go on vacation for 3 days and bam! I’m in overdrive.

Again- where do I start!? I guess we’ll just hit the highlights and won’t get into all the nitty gritty details (applause errupts).

Let me start by saying Business Class is truly all it’s cracked up to be.

Business Class really deserves to be its own post, entitled something like, “Eight Hours of Air Amazement,” however, since we have so much to cover (and such little time) I’ll simply cover the highlights.

When Will and I flew into Amsterdam we decided to treat ourselves and cash in our accrued air miles for an upgrade. We figured since we were getting off of a plane and almost literally going straight to a football game we would need our sleep. I still can’t decide if that was the best decision we’ve ever made as a married couple or the worst.  Best because it was heavenly, worst because coach is seriously going to suck from now on. We’ve seen what’s behind the cloth curtain…

Anyway, those 8 ½ hours were simply wonderful. It’s truly amazing how much nicer Business Class is from Coach. They take your coats, and serve you mixed nuts in these huge bowls, and feed you REAL FOOD. Yes, REAL FOOD that doesn’t feel like you swallowed a grenade as it goes down your esophagus.

And the seats…

Holy Crap. KMT- your husband is a pilot, right? Uh- can I order one of those seats? It’d look great in our living room.

Guys, it was a bed that massaged your back…

Okay- you’re bored.

I can clearly see I’m the only person that’s enjoying this story.

Yeah, I’m pretty sure.

Alright, no more humping the leg of business class- let’s move on.

So we got into Minneapolis, checked into our hotel, got some chips for our cell phones, and were able to rest about 30 minutes before we had to clean up a bit and head to the game AKA THE WORST DESICION EVER.

The game started and we were pumped. It was great. We were cheering on all 3 Sooners on the field- A.D., Tommie Harris, and Mark Bradley. Then I started yawning. The game was full of punting and boringness and I just got sleepier and sleepier.

Guys, I was freaking exhausted. Sure we got to sleep a few hours on the ride here, but we were still about a day behind on sleep.

I LITERALLY FELL ASLEEP AT A DEAFENING, THUNDERING FOOTBALL GAME SURROUNDED BY DRUNK SMELLY MEN BURPING AND CUSSING AND SCRATCHING THEMSELVES.

How much more pathetic can it get?

It was so loud in there guys, but it didn’t stop me. I seriously fell asleep during halftime. I tried so hard to stay awake, but it was a lost cause. No amount of barbaric yelling and Viking horn blowing was going to keep me awake.

As the third quarter was underway I continually dosed in and out of sleep. That night was seriously a blur. Will totally made fun of me too. The conversation went like this,

“I can’t believe you fell asleep at a football game. That’s really bad.”

“I was exhausted! I couldn’t help it. Besides, the game was more your thing. If we had gotten off of the plane and gone to a cello concert I would have been just fine and I’m sure you would have been the one to fall asleep!”

Laughter erupts

“A cello concert? Are you serious? I would have fallen asleep even if I had slept 10 hours right before going!”

He’s not lying.

Anyhow, the game was alright. It was fun (the parts I remember!), but I think getting off a plane and going to a football game probably wasn’t the way to go. Oh well, lesson learned!

Yesterday was right up my alley- shopping! I don’t do any shopping through out the year, so going to the Mall of America is like taking a starving person to a 24-hour buffet.

I was surprised that I was able to find a some summer clothes too, so that was good- considering I only have a need for sweaters 2 months out of the year.

I mostly bought all work clothes. No fun! Who wants to go shopping to buy clothes for work? Oh well, they were much needed. I did, however use P as an excuse to buy a couple of graphic tees at Delia’s for myself. I’m such a nerd. I have no idea why I felt the need to do so, but I figured that a 24-year-old married working professional was a little out of place perusing the graphic tee section at a teenager’s store. So- thanks to P I now have a cute tee of a carton of milk high fiving a chocolate chip cookie and another one that has crying birthday candles by a cake that say, “It’s not my birthday today!” I’m such a nerd. Will just shook his head. You gotta have weekend wear though, right? Thanks P. These are “our” shirts. <3

I surprisingly hit the entire mall in 5 hours! Speed walker.

Last night I was so excited. We made plans to go to the Acme Comedy Club and catch a show. We decided to go to Don Pablos for dinner first. As the evening waned on, we both got started to slow down. We still hadn’t quite recovered from the long trip and the late night before. We opted to ditch Acme and go back to our hotel and go to sleep. Bummer.

We crashed out at 7:30.

Guys- it’s like we’re 63-years-old. <- That totally deserves to be a post all by itself.

Seriously, we’re not going to have any friends one day because we won’t be able to hang with the big kids. We’ll be invited to afternoon events but will never graduate to evening gatherings. We seriously suck.

Can I blame it on the jet lag?

Anyway, we slept all night. I finally got up around 6:30 and hit the gym (yay for Brittny!). I’m determined to work out at least once a week while we’re on vacation. I know that seems like absolutely nothing, but with all the running around we’re going to be doing, I figured it was a good goal.

Today was good. We went back to the MOA for a few more things, then headed to the post office to ship it back to Kuwait.

Why do people hate the post office so much? Especially around Christmas? Beth- do you have an answer?

I mean, you’d think people would be all jolly and happy because they’re preparing to ship their carefully wrapped gifts to their loved ones across country- but no. It’s all but jolly at the post office. People are grumpy. This guy in front of us in line today was all up in arms about a pack of stamps. He yelled, “Merry Christmas, BI***!” to the poor saleswoman as he stormed out the door.

“And a Happy New Year!” I murmmered. Will didn’t think it was funny.

I just don’t get. If you get bored and read about our Minneapolis trip last year, we had a bad experience at the post office then too.
I think the post office is cursed.

After the post office fun, we went and saw I Am Legend. Sort of weird…

Then it was off to the Cheesecake Factory!

Ah, I wish I could tell you Will and I had a wonderful time, laughing, and flirting, but I would be lying.

Sadly, our trip to the Cheesecake was spoiled by a tiff.

Remind me to never bring up the in-laws when we’re eating at a place I like. I just ruins the whole thing.

My sandwich wasn’t nearly as good as it could have been had I never opened my fat spewing-idiotness lips!

Crap! All I said was that it was a bit inconvenient staying at his parent’s house all month because it’s small (and there’s no tv upstairs, and you have to get fully dressed to go downstairs to iron the clothes you’re really going to wear that day, and there’s a chance of your father-in-law seeing you in my bra-you already read about that one…), and the man got so grumpy.

Sigh, such fun times at the Cheesecake Factory. I didn’t mean it the way he took it- Will rarely sees his family and it’s so important we spend as much time as we can with them while were here. I simply said it’s hard living with others for a month!

Anyhow, we finally got over that whole shenanigan and got our cheesecakes to go.

Note to self: Save any and all in-law complaining for my blog. Period. End of Discussion.

I think the above advice will come in handy the next couple of weeks.

So here I sit, back at the hotel. Tomorrow we’re headed home. Our little getaway was enjoyable. It’s so nice to be home. It’s so different… <- that truly is something I’ll have to post about later…I have so many thoughts on all that.

I was greeted by so many sweet welcome home wishes and I wish I was able to stop by and thank each and every one of you. I think I mentioned it earlier, but my feedback will be few and far between for the next few weeks. I apologize in advance. You can tell me how crappy of a blog friend I am in the feedback comments if you wish.

So to:

Monica- thanks so much for stopping by! I look forward to reading more about the life of the junior swiss miss very soon!

Jess- How’s the baby!? I can’t wait to see more pictures.

Trish- What good things are you cooking for Christmas? How’s baby J?

Maria D- Hope you 3 have a wonderful Christmas!

Beth- I know you’re not with the postal service anymore, but I totally thought about you today. Hope you’re doing well!

Kassie- Yay for no school (for a while at least)!

Jacqueline- Love you bunches. Have a great trip!

Annie- Merry Christmas! I can’t wait to hear all about your Christmas. Take lots of pictures of the girls and Jesse- and your belly!

Jenny S.- I hope you’re doing well. I’m thinking of you often. Whenever I found a bargain at the MOA I thought of you and Mrs. M

Robin- Hope you have a wonderful Christmas! Thanks for being so patient with me.

Heather- How have you been?! I look forward to catching up with you very soon. Merry Christmas and take lots of pictures!

Angela- Enjoy those 10 days of vacation! I look forward to reading about each of them!

BFW- I will text you soon! Happy Anniversary if I don’t talk to you before! Take lots of pictures of Mac!

Kristen- I hope you, Toby, and Jackson have a great Christmas. Take lots of pictures. I wish I would have made it to NO too. :( You’re right, we can dream!

Jenny M- Hope you, Craig, and Chloe have a wonderful Christmas and stay warm! How’s the house situation going? I look forward to catching up soon.

Megan H- Merry Christmas! I hope you and George have a great Christmas. Are you venturing home or staying in Stillwater? Either way, I hope you have a great time! Hey- are you two going to AZ for the OSU bowl game?? If you are let me know!! We’ll be there too (ha ha, not for that game, but we’ll be there before ours starts).

Megan (Platinum Rose)- I hope you and the doggies have a great Christmas! I miss
Boz and Lucy so much! I look forward to hearing about it.

Lyna- Thanks for the email about Tommy. I was sad to read the news. I’m going to go by and see him when we get into town. I hope the 4 of you are doing well. Hopefully I’ll get to see you when we get into town.

Amanda- How are the twinsies?? I hope you guys have a great Christmas and I look forward to reading about it!

Zoe- Your Christmas card was too cute. I could never get those Elf cards to work, but yours did! I’m glad, it was adorable. Have a good Christmas!

Audrey- Take lots of pictures! I know you will. I hope you three have a great Christmas and I look forward to catching up.

Dear Lord tell me I’m done. I can only hope…

I’m sure I forgot so much.

That’s it for now.

Lots of love. More fun to come…

My mom had surgery this weekend and was upgraded to beautiful hospital suite, nicer than most hotels! My dad is a soft spoken man and never ever gives me a hard time about children. In fact, I never knew he wanted a freaking grandkid. So I was quite surprised to hear the very first thing that came out of his mouth when he went to visit my mom.

It wasn’t, “Hi sweetie, how are you feeling?

Or, “How did the surgery go? Do you need help walking to the bathroom?”

Instead it was:

“Wow, this is a nice hospital suite! I bet Britt would want to have a kid if she saw this room!”

I have this really neat opportunity that I probably won’t have any other time other than here in Kuwait.

I get to have lunch with my dad everyday.

I know that probably doesn’t seem like a big deal to most, but to me, it’s pretty special. I really like the guy.

We both work for the same company and at the same camp, which is nice considering my mom and Will are across the country. My lunch dates are special because I realize that most likely I will never have this opportunity to spend so much time with my dad like I do now. Chances are, after Will and I leave Kuwait we’ll settle in Texas or Oklahoma and my parents will end up somewhere else. Visits will be spread out between holidays and long weekends, and lunch dates will be a memory of the past. I feel the need to make the most of this time while my family is so close, and really take this opportunity to spend time and appreciate them the way a daughter should because there will come a time when they won’t be as accessible.

I’ve never been closer to my dad than I am now, and I think that’s because of our lunch dates. We don’t really talk about anything important- just sports, work, the weather, the dogs… yet it’s still nice to see him everyday and just be able to talk.

We usually go to Subway- because that’s where I always want to go. I’m sure my dad could go for a burger or pizza, but he’s so thoughtful to let me get my usual tuna salad each day. We rarely take an entire hour, but it’s nice just to get out of the office. Sometimes I’ll get a coffee, or we’ll go visit the PX. Whatever the case, it’s a nice time just to get away and hide and talk to someone that will just listen and won’t judge, even if I’m wrong. He’s such an interesting man and sometimes I feel like I know him well, and other times I feel like I barely know him! I’ve loved getting to talk to him as an “adult” now. It’s different from when I was a kid. It’s nice.

Sadly, it’s been 3 weeks since my last lunch date with my dad.

For some reason, that really upsets me.

I’m not quite sure why, but those lunch dates have become a staple in my day and having them taken away from me has really been a disappointment. Every time he texts or sends an email asking about my lunch plans I groan and respond that I’m chained to my desk and won’t be able to get away for the day.

I know it seems as though I’ve posted entirely way too much about work lately, but it seems as though it’s the thing that is consuming my life. These managers never see their spouses, they never have weekends, they work through holidays, and they look incredibly exhausted and unhappy. Why do I want to do that to myself? I don’t think the entire field is that way, but I think the nature of the requirements here make things much more demanding here than stateside. I just know it’s taking so much life out of me and I’m not sure if it’s worth it. I don’t want to look back one day and feel regret for putting my job above a lunch date with my dad.

Sure, it seems like in the grand scheme of life not going to lunch with your dad for 3 weeks is no big deal, but those little things are what really matter. I highly doubt I’m going to remember that on 13 December 2007 I was stuck in a meeting until all hours of the night. I will, however, remember that this past spring my dad and I were sitting eating lunch and out of nowhere he told me my hair looked pretty. That moment has been tucked away in my heart. Those things are the things you carry with you. Those are the things that matter. 

I think about how the last few weeks have gone in my life, and I think about how every now and then it’s okay to have to deal with such things, but when I take a step back and think about what I might miss out on if this becomes an all the time thing- I think about how much I love Will and my doggies and don’t want to come home night after night for weeks on end when they’re fast asleep and I’m trying to crawl into bed without knocking over the hamper, or a lamp, or stepping on a squeaky ball.

I miss my lunch hour with my dad. I’m really going to have to simply get up and leave the office and just make it a priority. Decisions like those are ones worth making and never cause regret.

God has blessed me with an amazing family. I cherish them very much.

Still counting down to vacation. It is desperately needed. <3 you guys. Jenny, I love you so much and my thoughts are with you, Jay, and Koda.

We’re inching closer and closer to vacation.

Sure, I’m counting the days and elated at the thought of being in the states for a month. However, in the back of my mind I’ve already begun to think about the looming “crisis” on my hands. Curious about what I’m talking about? Let me refresh your memory.

I’m going to be living with my in-laws for the next month.

Things never seem to go very well during this time. Something inevitably always goes wrong or there’s something awkward that occurs.

Such as bad mouthing my brother-in-law’s girlfriend in front of the whole family and then having to suffer through sleeping with my MIL the same night.

or plugging up the toilet (again) and having to use my brother-in-law’s silver nail file to salvage the toilet (and my dignity).

or maybe it was last year when my father-in-law saw me in my bra!

Too many things to choose from. All I know is that with my string of bad luck, something awkward and embarrassing is bound to happen living in the small confines of bedroom with four gigantic suitcases, two twenty-somethings set in our ways and out to relax and enjoy vacation, and two fifty-somethings just waiting for their oddball daughter-in-law to screw up.

Ahh, vacation. It’s the most wonderful time of the year. 

I had a great Thanksgiving and for lack of anything exciting to post, I will simply fill my blog with pictures, lots and lots of pictures. Lots of huge and not properly sized pictures that will probably make my blog look funny. YAY!

I posted a crap load on flickr and will probably get bored and won’t finish posting all of them on here- so if you’re bored too, you can look for the rest there!

I thought this sort of summed up life here. Covered ladies all in a row.

Have I mentioned Will hates taking pictures?

Making room for turkey.

My Angstgiving 2005 Guide. I have no idea why I still have it. Please don’t ask.

We got matching jerseys! Surprisingly enough, Will was the one who thought we should get them. Pretty cute. Too bad we won’t get to ever freaking wear them to a STUPID OU NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP GAME! WHY!? WHHHY Sam Bradford? Get well soon. PS- I need all other 5 and higher ranked teams to lose next week. Can you arrange that?

My mom would kill me if she knew I was posting this- so don’t tell her. I thought this shirt was freaking hilarious. It came free with their Sopranos set. Nothing says “Happy Thanksgiving” like a mom in a shirt with a bloody knife! You know what I’m sayin?

Me and my bird.

Me and P. Did you notice she went brown? It’s such a change!

Me and P again.

The Turkeys

Will and Boz throwing up their “number ones”

Will trying to get Boz to look at the camera.

This picture is freaking GENIUS! This is P doing our The Shining cover. She looks like Jack Torrence, right?

My rendition is not as good as P’s.

P and “Tony” <- another thing from the movie.

My mom got us all Advent calendars to count down to Christmas, but we’re using it to countdown to our vacation home! YAY!

Alright, so that’s that. Sorry I’m not more exciting. I had a really good weekend though. I ate entirely too much and was too lazy.

Good “whatever it may be” friends (I figure if I say morning this post won’t be finished until the afternoon, and knowing me I may not even publish until this evening… we’ll just stick with “whatever it may be.” It’s safe)!

Well, here it is again- Thanksgiving. The good news is that this year’s holiday (hopefully!) won’t be another Angstgiving as in years past. We can only hope, anyway.

My family and I are celebrating a little early this year because of our trip to Jordan. The plan is to have Thanksgiving tomorrow, so keep your fingers crossed. See, unfortunately there’s a chance I might have to work. I’m just going to put my foot down and tell my boss I’ve got a freaking 16 pound turkey that’s been defrosting in my fridge since Sunday night and dang it, that bird is getting tossed in the oven, and if not- HE’S going to be the stuffing!!

What do you guys think?

My coworker and I agreed we could come in Saturday, so hopefully that will suffice. I even said I could do some work from home while the bird was in the oven. While we’re on the subject of work, will you guys say a prayer for me? I just found out some disturbing news that might have me searching for something elsewhere. I really hope not, but please just say a prayer for me. My stomach feels yucky over everything.

Okay- this post is NOT about work. It’s about Thanksgiving! Let’s get back on track!

The original plan was for me to go over to my parent’s house tonight, bird in tow. I was going to stay the night with them so I could get up early and make the turkey at their house. You might remember last year’s Thanksgiving drama. As you can imagine, I don’t want a repeat of that, so I thought it best to let Will do his own thing in the morning and let me get the turkey ready at my parent’s house. Transporting the stupid thing was a sloshy juicy mess last year, and this plan will not only make for a happier wife, but a happier Thanksgivng overall.

I’m not sure I’m going to go over there now, though, if I’m going to do some work from home. I figure I’ll be distracted if I’m at my parent’s house. There’s no way I can resist goofing off with P. Besides- what loser tells their sister, “Now now, pipe down. I need to focus on my studies!”

Exactly.

I’m sort of bummed because I thought it would be fun. I know all I’ll do is worry if I go over there instead of taking care of my crap. We’ll see. Again- PRAYERS guys, please. I really want to seek God’s will for my life and job.

So- plans are still up in the air for tomorrow’s festivities. The plan is for me to make a desert tonight and the turkey tomorrow. We’re going with rather unconventional desserts this year. My mom is making key lime pie and I’m making a chocolate buttermilk pie- only because it’s from a Semi-Homemade cookbook and it was one of the first pie recipes I turned to. Plus it’s chocolate and you can’t go wrong with that.

I’m looking forward to tomorrow. Did I ever tell you my sister and I have a really morbid Thanksgiving tradition? We LOVE to watch The Shining Thanksgiving night. How random, right? I don’t really know what started this tradition, but it’s become a staple in our holiday fun. Will and my parents don’t get it, I can’t understand why. Will already informed us he won’t be participating in this year’s viewing. What a party pooper. Oh well.

Back to turkey. I’m making the same one I have the past two years- the orange-y one. I had pictures on my old blog, but when I had to transfer all the archives (copy and freaking paste. It took FOREVER) over to this blog, I got lazy and didn’t insert all the pictures. So- sadly, if you ever read the archives (ha ha yeah right), I have a ton of posts where I’m all, “Look at our trip! Here’s me with P doing such and such, and here’s Will skiing in Dubai!” only there aren’t any pictures underneath. I suck.

Okay- this post has literally taken me all stinkin’ day to write. I started this morning and got so busy that now it’s time for me to leave- and the best part of all is I GET TO WORK FROM HOME! 16 pound orange-y turkey… get ready to be basted!!

Love you guys. Pictures of the big day to come tomorrow! 

P has no idea this post is “all about P,” so perhaps I should begin with a small note:

P-

This entire post is, well, all about you.

Love,

Brittny

PS- Don’t kill me.

Okay- moving on. I have three P related “things” I want to share today! The first is sort of serious, the second two are so freaking funny.

This first bit is my sister’s short entrance essay into one of the colleges where she’s applying. When I read it, I loved it (and it’s not just because she’s my sister either!), and I wanted to share.

Here it is, and by the way- I took out the school name. It just says “university” in place of what she really wrote. I’m the moron- not her.

I go to a school where my classrooms seem more like the United Nations, rather than a high school. When I walk down the corridors, my ears are bombarded with Urdu, Afrikaans, Arabic, French, and Hindi. I’m not sure if they are talking about the AP Biology test they just failed or what they had for dinner, but I don’t mind. I adore knowing that my hallways are crowded with people nothing like me; people who greet me with a kiss upon each cheek rather than a “What’s up?”, people who pray five times a day to a different God than I do, and people who sometimes wear strict traditional dress, rather than Abercrombie and Fitch. I am satisfied with the fact that “road tripping” isn’t an option for me, because I know that would just get me to the Iraqi border. My eyes have adjusted to minarets dotting the skyline. My body has grown accustomed to the 115 degree temperatures that plague this land for several months out of the year. My life has been dramatically altered while living in this Middle Eastern nation and I would not have had it any other way.

The aforementioned is my daily routine, but more recently, it has served as criteria for finding the perfect university for me. It is imperative that I spend the next four years of my life in a place of blending cultures. University is eye-catching; University radiates diversity. Thus stated, when the opportunity to become more well-rounded and cultured is given to me, I cannot ignore it. My desire to study at University is undeniable and I am assured that it would add to my global outlook. Additionally, University is the only institution I am applying to in the United States. I am aware that there are thousands of universities in the U.S., but I am assured that only University can fulfill my international prerequisites, and quench my passion and necessity for culture. The education and experiences I hope to gain at University will be brilliant, illustrious, and unmatched. I am ready to study at University’s own “Melting Pot”.

Aw, she’s so smart isn’t she? She gets it from her sister (Ha).

So, as much as I don’t want her to go away to college, I’m slowly easing into the idea!

So that’s that. I also have a couple more other P related things to share. She actually suggested I blog about this one, so I’m in the clear for telling you about this stuff.

A couple nights ago, P stayed the night in the hospital (nothing serious- the doctor sort of over reacted). Well coming out of the anesthesia she was incredibly loopy and giggly. This is the email she sent telling me about what happened after her scope. The words in parentheses are the English translations of the Arabic words. I don’t know how funny this stuff will be to you guys. It might be one of those “You had to be there” moments, but I sure thought it was hilarious.

OMG I was dying laughing..it was hilarious. it would have made you laugh.
I have a blog topic for you to do if you dont have any ideas:

okay so I had just gotten out of the thing and I couldn’t stop laughing and this Arab guy next door (there were only curtains) was about to have to get an enema. OMG BRITTNY. I was CRYING hahaha . it went like this:

“sir, you need a en-e-ma” (Filipino accent)

“shinno (what’s an) enema?”

“um you put this.......there (I think she must have pointed to his butthole)”

“waynek (where)..yani(like)..thereeee????” (and then I think he must have pointed too)

“yes sir, in your rec-ter-um”

HAHAHAHHAHA.

Apparently my sister caused quite a commotion with all her laughter. My mom said she was out of control.  I can’t even imagine. I wish I could have been there. I bet she was a hoot.

Okay, okay, last thing and I promise I’m done.

My parents and sister went to Oman last weekend for Eid (the ending celebration of Ramadan) and apparently my sister ate a whole lot and complained a lot about how bloated she felt. What do you guys think??

I told her it was just her imagination. She looks great, right?

Okay, enough silliness for one day. <3

Do you ever wonder why you post?

Take today, for example. I spent my entire work day writing.

Writing, writing, writing.

Why in the world would I want to sit down and write something else?

Why do we post? Why do we write stuff when writing is what we do all day? Therapy? Obligation? Fun?

Who do we do this for? We sit at work all day long pushing paper for “the man” and then sit down all over again to post. Do we do this for ourselves? For our blog friends?

I guess it’s all of the above depending on the day and circumstance. I guess today I feel like I’m writing out of sheer obligation. I have absolutely nothing to talk about, yet sometimes I feel this is yet another “task” in my daily duties.  I love posting and would consider it a hobby, but do you ever wonder why you feel the need to post sometimes? I do.

Then again, I’m probably the only one who thinks about all this stuff because I worry about everything. E-VER-Y thing.

Today I had a bit of a revelation: You (generally) can’t rush quality. Unfortunately the majority of people I’m surrounded by don’t agree. I joked with someone about this very point todoay. Just think- if Da Vinci was rushed to complete the Mona Lisa she might have been smiling with big crusty yellow teeth- and while I’m sure people would stand in front of the portrait and stare for hours on end, I’m pretty positive it wouldn’t be for the same reasons they do now. Or Britney Spears. Do you think “Gimme More” would be the sheer genius it is because she rattled off the lyrics in about two minutes flat? I think not!

Okay- kidding about the Britney Spears thing. How dare I use her name and Da Vinci in the same paragraph right!?

Anyway, I was trying to think of a nice way to write that to someone… I couldn’t think of one. I should just use that, huh? Especially the Britney Spears thing. They would LOVE that.

Kidding.

Sort of.

The girl I work with is on vacation. You know what? I think she planned her trip on purpose. I think she had a secret meeting with the Powers That Be and paid them to tell her when things would be busy. Do you guys have coworkers that do that too? Man, I gotta get the number for those guys. I would have planned a vacation too! I feel a little jipped. If you guys have that number, share the love.

The fact that my family will be vacationing in Oman for Eid this weekend doesn’t help either. Did you know Oman is supposed to be one of the most beautiful places in the world? Um, little jealous. I think they must have called those Powers That Be guys too. Darn it! I’m telling you- I gotta get that number! Oh- and we get Molly. Boz and Lucy were excited to hear that. You say the word “Molly” and their ears perk and they start jumping around and getting all silly. It’s freaking ADORABLE. It’s like when I hear the word, “Will” only I don’t slobber as much as the pups do.

Anyway, that’s all I’ve got. I need to go home and get out of writing mode. What a quality-filled post!

not.

<3 More to come…

I was so freaking desperate for chocolate last night that I resorted to 3 chocolate Viactiv vitamins.

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On top of the 2 I already had that morning- soley for calcium purposes.

Umm, can’t be sure but I’m leaning towards the fact that wasn’t too smart.

How pathetic.

The truth is that I can’t keep “crap” in my house because it will get eaten!

Not eaten in a normal human being way.

Eaten in a Gargantuan-I’m-Going-To-Suck-The-Life-Right-Out-of-This-Refrigerator-And-Then-Smear-Peanut Butter-All-Over-Myself sort of way.

(insert evil laugh) Muahahahahahaha

My self control is rather lacking. Thank God Will can’t cook. That would have been disastrous.

Ha, while we’re on the subject of eating I ought to mention I’m going to the Gaucho this weekend (the one in Kuwait- not in the UK of course) to have a 10 ounce slab of marble-y Argentinean beef so tender and amazing that when it’s slapped on my plate- juice comes flying at my new shirt.

And I don’t even get mad.

The company at the Gaucho, however, will be far less thrilling than this steak.

(then again, what IS more thrilling than a huge pile of roaring beef jucing all over itself and staring right at you- right?)

We’ll be accompanying my parents on a triple date.

Yes, incase you’re wondering, Will is thrilled. He clasped his hands in jubulation and began jumping up and down and in a high pitch shrill yelled, “Yay! Friends, friends friends! We’re going out with frrrrrrrriends for dinner!”

not.

I’m going to have to drug the poor man to get him to go.

Shh- he doesn’t know that part yet.

Do you think a sleeping pill and 20 cups of coffee will make him lucid and excited to be at this grand event? Hmmm....

Anyway, we’re going out with another couple a little older than my parents.

We’re going to talk about Metamucil and IRAs and how often we pee after 11 pm and our children and how smart and wildly successful they are.

Hmmm- note to self: enroll Boz in Higher Education

Who am I kidding? No one is going to believe Boz, my little boy dog, is smart enough to attend school.

Note to self: enroll Lucy in Higher Education

Yeah, that’s better.

I can’t wait. Fun fun!

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or at least blogging material.

oh-

and steak.

More to Come…

I have to tell you about my almost breakdown last night.

I got totally parental on myself last night.

It finally hit me that my baby sister is graduating, leaving the country, and going to college in like 7 months.

Do you realize we’ve practically lived with each other or 10 minutes away from each other for almost 18 years!?

I was listening to “Mourining Morning” by Just Jack (<3)- mainly because my sister is my music supplier and told me to download it. Anyway, I totally almost lost it there (I'll post part of the lyrics at the end).

What are you doing to me woman!?!

So anyway, I finally realized that this is the last time we'll really be around each other like we are right now- and yes, I got all misty.

Mainly because I'm a nerd and stress about things so far in the future that God might not even be aware of them yet (just kidding, God!).

But that's a legit stress, right?

Definitely. It ranks right up there with world hunger and global warming I'm almost positive.

Anyway, that's today's story.

P-

I really want you to stay but I know you have to go

I really want you to stay but sometimes it doesn’t show

I really want you to stay but I know you have to go

I really want you to stay let the conversation flow

I really want you to stay but I know you have to go

I really want you to stay but sometimes it doesn’t show

I really want you to stay but I know you have to go, have to go again

“Mourning Morning”

~Just Jack

Love,

Britter