Who’s ready for an annoying weekly update?

You’re ready for an annoying weekly update!

It’s been a while and I felt as though I owed you all an update on all the exciting and thrilling things going on in my life.

Where shall we delve first? How about into the life and times of my little sister P.

I’m pretty sure Miss P is staying right here for college.

Well, not right here as in Kuwait, but right here as in the Middle East region and not a freaking $2,000 plane ticket across the ocean home.

Crazy! If someone would have told me 5 years ago that my sister would be going to college in the Middle East and that I would be an hour plane ride away I would have pointed and laughed at you hysterically, but here we are and here it is.

P?

Am I talking too prematurely?

Is it me being wishful?

Because you know I will love you and support you anywhere you go if you go to school in the Middle East.

So, bye bye U.S. University. (uh- most likely…)

I guess I’ll be honest on here and say I feel like I’m in a quandary. Ha ha- YES, I feel like I’m in a quandary based on my sister’s decision to LIVE HER LIFE and is something that should not affect me at all.

My quandary is that this is the most absolute perfect situation EVER. I’m so excited about it! Do I feel a girl’s weekend coming on this fall?? And early winter? And late winter? And early Spring? And late Spring? However, next year when we go home it will be the most absolute worst situation EVER. What a bummer, right? Definitely no girl’s weekend. We won’t focus on the negative right now- besides it’s none of my freaking business anyway, right!?

My parents and sister went and visited the school a couple weekends ago and were really impressed. I think I’m going with her and my mom for her entrance interview. It will be a short little overnight trip, but it will be nice to get out of here and see some different scenery. Same miserably weather- but different scenery. Better scenery. I’m excited. I was over-freaking-joyed to find out my sister was staying in the region.

Uh, and I won’t even get into the fact that I want to live through her right now. Her life is so fascinating! Seriously- big sisters are supposed to be way cooler than their little sisters, right? Unfortunately my sister way kills me in the cool department.

Cool department.

Is there a department for Cool?

“Excuse me sir, can you direct me to the Cool Department?”

Hmmm…

Note to self: never ever say “cool department” again.

Ever.

The Cruise

Well, as of now the cruise stuff is at a standstill and the poor ship is sitting in the middle of the sea rocking back and forth, back and forth to the point where I’m getting queasy and am in some serious need of some Dramamine.

I think I might puke off the Lido deck if we don’t stop rocking soon.

I have so many things I still feel I need to nail down. I have mentioned how freaked out I am about being the responsible adult on this trip, right? I’m positive I have.

I’m freaking out about getting shots, being the responsible adult, visas, being the responsible adult, excursions, payments, being the responsible adult… You get my drift.

My sister and I haven’t been able to get together and nail anything down lately- and it’s got me all stressed out. Remember? I have to be the responsible adult on this trip! I’m required to freak out about this stuff. I’m hoping this weekend we’ll be able to nail down a few plans and make contact with the cruise line. Can I tell you what a pain it is to plan a giant vacation from Kuwait? International phone calls are so fun- and cheap (HA).

I have, however, done some of the most important stuff of all: shopping! Ha ha Well, not yet, but I’ve been browsing for things I want to buy. I mean, because that’s the most important part of the cruise, right? WAY more important than being the responsible adult. At least I’ll look good when the Italian cops arrest my sister for vomiting from the Leaning Tower of Pisa- right?

Note to self: Buy more dramamine.

I own tons and tons of winter clothes. TONS. Yes, I realize I live in the hottest place on earth. See, every time we go home it’s cold outside! So our yearly trip to the Mall of America is always during the time in which winter clothes are strewn everywhere and there are absolutely no summer clothes available. It’s killing me, guys. Especially since I spend about 9 months in summer clothes. Anyway…

Where were we?

Ah yes- the most important part of the cruise: clothing.

My mom and sister picked me out a couple dresses when they were on their trip so I have some nice things to wear for dinner, especially the formal nights. Oh and by the way- I’m not bringing a formal. As much as I’d love to- what a pain! Plus I don’t own one.  I’m just going to wear my nicer cocktail sort of dresses (over and over again… P? Can we trade off so it looks like we have a giant cruise closet when we really don’t?) and that will be that.

Oh, and did I tell you that we’ll probably be the youngest people on the ship?

Apparently the cruise we’re going on is generally full of old people. So, I’m pretty sure we’ll be the best dressed people around. Lots of old people. Yessssssss. I knew we made the right decision to have our own table at dinner and didn’t opt to share with a group. Can you just imagine how those conversations would go? Hmm- perhaps that will be a post for a later day…

I also printed out the map of our itinerary. I hung it up in my office and put another one in a frame for my sister. It gives me something to look forward to during the day when I’m feeling “blah.”

At least I’ve taken care of the important things, right? (ha)

All Work and No Play Makes Jack a Dull Boy

As for things on the job front they’re bad. B.A.D. but what’s new with that? I’ve been presented with another opportunity (and sadly time is ticking and I’m probably about out of time) but I’m pretty sure it’s just as B.A.D. as this one. So- now it’s like choosing between the lesser evils. I feel really unsure about what to do. I’m just praying the Lord will give me guidance. So far, I still feel like I’m flailing and I hate that. We’ll see…

Home Sweet Home

Still no news on the moving situation- which is another thing I’m praying about. I really hope I have good news to share with you guys soon. Say a prayer.

The Diet (and Such)

I’m still eating like a cow and working out like a champ. Explain how that one works. I need to be eating like a champ and working out like a champ- yeah, yeah I know. As always, I do good all week- and as always I blow it on the weekend. Let’s hope this week is more successful. I’ve done good about working out, but believe me, that doesn’t compensate for my weekend eating habits. I’ll be paying for that on the elliptical tonight!

Cake Face

I’m thinking about venturing out with the Mary Kay business and selling to more people than my awesome loyal customer (uh-myself). I think if I could get in with some Kuwaiti women there’d be great business, but the trouble is the getting in part. I think I might leave one of my magazines at my gym and see if there’s any bites. It’s hard to penetrate that circle. We’ll see. Leaving a magazine certainly won’t hurt my anything.

The [Fishy?] Future

We’re approaching May which rings in our 3rd year in Kuwait- which means we’re beginning to have the annual “how much longer are we going to be here” conversation. This year it’s more serious than the others. With the presidential election and the inevitable pull out in Iraq, things are going to change around here. Will and I are seriously going to have to sit down and contemplate our future here and what our plan is. We started talking about it this past weekend but didn’t get very far. I think this weekend we’ll talk about it a little more seriously. We’re sort of in a rut and in this comfort zone holding tank.

Like a fishbowl.

We’re little goldfish in a tiny fishbowl and we probably need to be released into a bigger pond, but we’re not quite sure when and where and all the other little details that make big difference when you’re a tiny fish in a tiny fishbowl contemplating release into a big scary pond with big ugly fish.

Wow- what a nice analogy.

Note to self: ditch the fishbowl crap. Fast.

Sorry about that one. It seemed like a good idea at the time.

So I think that’s about everything. Could there possibly be more? Probably but really, I think we’ve beaten a dead horse here. I’m pretty sure you know absolutely everything going on with me now. What a thrill, right?

Welcome back. Another meaningful week of work begins…

Yesterday my 18 year old sister left her older sister-who has a degree and graduated with honors- a comment that had the word “cap-a-pie” in it.

Uh yeah- what the crap does THAT mean aside from the fact that I’m a moron!?

Apparently it means from head to toe.

I’m a smartie too now. P, I think we need to implement a word of the day. 

Random Thoughts Today.

Hmm, might we classify this as a Series of Short Posts kind of thing only condensed into one big post?

Perhaps.

We don’t want to get too wild though. Maybe we’ll just classify it as “a lot of stupid things on my mind that probably ought to be posted one at a time but because the blogger is lazy (and feeling slightly chubby today) it’s lumped into one big bowl of mush.”

Don’t they call that “The kitchen floor dish” at restaurants? You know- putting everything into one bowl or on one pizza, etc?

Yuck. No kitchen floor for me, please!

Okay, let’s see. Here are some random things I’ve been thinking about today. Subject changes are identified in bold.

The cruise.

I’ve wanted to post about this topic for a while, but I’m such a goody too shoes that I’ve been afraid to. See, growing up my whole life I was told that drinking of any kind was a total sin and you would be judged and might even turn into a shriveled grape! However, as I’ve gotten older my mind has slightly changed. No, I’m no wine-o at all, don’t worry about that. It’s something I ought to pray more on before I make a final decision, but anyway that’s another post for another day.

Crap… I’m getting really sidetracked.

Anyway, I didn’t want to post about it because I know there are lot of my fellow sisters in Christ that probably have their own view on the subject- some of which know me in “real life” and would go back and report to my pastor that I’ve fallen away and that the deacons need to come lay hands and pray over me.

Jacqueline, Lyna, Megan? Yeah- that would be you guys. Do you guys think I’m a heathen now?

Anyway, back to the matter at hand. I didn’t want to post about it all because it’s such a controversial topic. Plus, as an ordained minister’s wife it’s even touchier. I didn’t feel like having to defend my views or having to worry if I were “causing a sister to stumble” so I haven’t posted on it. However, what the hey- let’s truck on. Don’t judge me.

There is this excursion that sounds amazing! It’s at one of our Italy stops. You can cook dinner with a chef from the area and then visit the vineyards, which also includes a complimentary wine tasting. Do you see where I’m going with this? Anyway, I’m trying to see if P will be able to go since she’ll be 18 and legal in Italy. I’ve sent two emails and have heard nothing. I want us to book a few excursions in the coming weeks just to take care of them, but not knowing if she’ll be legal is cumbersome to the process.

Sheesh. You see that paragraph above? Yeah that was the whole point of what I wanted to say. Unfortunately it took me about 2,000 words of tiptoeing to get there. My goodness. I’m a nerd sometimes. I really am.

Anyway, do any of you guys have a cruise experience with someone under 21? Apparently the cruise line is too busy sewing show dresses out of my down payment to answer.

Alright, now that you guys think I’m an alcoholic let’s move on.

Mika.

I have the Big Girl You Are Beautiful song stuck in my head. Which is making me feel even chubbier today. Hmm, perhaps that is why I’m feeling that way. It’s also making me hungry. Explain how THAT makes sense- feeling chubby but hungry at the same time?

We need to find another song to hum this afternoon. Let’s think on that.

Today I got to have lunch with my mom and a lady she works with, so that was nice. This lady is so beautiful. Even in the middle of summer not a hair is out of place and she never sweats (maybe she’s got magical powers! I could have used her yesterday).

Anyway, I brought my lunch from home and I was going to go with them to get something. we went to a coffee place to sit and I was like, “Aren’t you going to get something?” and she was like, “Coffee IS lunch.” Ha ha, then she drank a coffee and smoked a cigarette and was done with it. I guess she’s on the smoking diet because she’s super small. I don’t know why I told you that, but I thought it was funny. She was so matter of fact about how “duh, Brittny! Coffee IS a meal!” silly me. Perhaps that’s what I need to be doing to lose weight. Eating healthy is so not in anymore. ha ha

Ooh! Speaking of eating healthy, you ladies (and gents… if any of you are our there) need to join me and my other beautiful blogging friends! We’re in a Blogging Sparkpeople Group! What a fun idea, right? I did mention that I was feeling lazy (and chubby) today, right? Yeah. About right _________ there is where I would have given you the link. Only, yeah, not today. If you want some information let me know and I’ll send the link.

I figured this cruise to be the perfect motivation to lose those last few pounds I’ve wanted to get rid of.

Fun fact!

I haven’t been in a swimsuit since 2005.

Yes.

You read right.

2005.

Wait!

Retraction.

I did once this past August when Will was home and I stayed with my family. They used to be members at a resort and I wore one for about 45 minutes. It just that public beaches don’t really like women prancing around in swimsuits. There are plenty of private beaches, but Will isn’t a beach person at all, so we never go. It’s not that I hate being in a suit (okay, yeah, it’s probably a little of that too.), it’s just that Will doesn’t we don’t do water.

So, I figured I’d be spending some time in a suit on the cruise. I also figured that since my sister is freaking hot (am I allowed to say that? I used to date a guy that joked about himself saying, “My sister is hot… and I look just like her.” Ha ha. I always thought that was totally vain, and I would never say that because, quite honestly, I don’t think my sister and I look anything alike!”) I ought to at least try to look acceptable when I stand next to her! Ha ha. My pasty whiteness isn’t going to do me any favors either. So, I’m going to really buckle so come this summer I feel more confident in a swimsuit.

Although, aside from about 6 women worldwide, does anyone really get excited about parading around in a bikini? Oh- and living in Kuwait has TOTALLY screwed me up.

That’s the real root of the whole problem.

I mean, I see a woman in shorts and a halter and I seriously think to myself, “Uh- trampy!” ha ha, which in actuality that is totally acceptable clothing in the states. I haven’t worn shorts in public in years either! I’m telling you- this place has made me weird. The thought of wearing a swimsuit makes me feel totally sleazy. Ha ha! I’m telling you Kuwait is jacking me up!

My sister got back from New York yesterday. I think we’re going out for sushi tomorrow to celebrate her birthday. Will (and the rest of my family) was THRILLED with her restaurant choice. Lucky for them, the also offer food off their grill, so my family will not starve. My mom is getting some fancy cake she requested too, so that will be nice. I can’t wait to hear about her trip.

Tomorrow Bozzy Wozzy goes under the knife. Let’s just hope this time its the real deal. I expect him to come out barking in soprano, dang it!

I’m not sure if you guys remember or not, but when I first got here I was really lonely. I desperately wanted a good friend. Well, that never happened! I used to pray for it all the time, but I never got that friend I wanted so badly. For some reason I stopped praying for that over the years, however, as I continue to do my PDL I realize that it would be nice to have a good Christian friend here. Finding that here is certainly something only God could do. I decided to start praying for a friend here. I’ll keep you posted.

What else?…

Wow, has it really happened? I’ve finally run out of things to yammer about today? Apparently so. I really should have kept each topic in my pockets so I would have had a week’s worth of information to post about.... bummer. Oh well, we’ve come this far. Might as well make it some giant post.

Because nothing is greater than being incredibly bored and reading 34 paragraphs about someone else’s boring life too, right? ha ha

If you’ve reached the end, you’re a warrior. Go do something incredibly barbaric and uh, warriorish and visit tomorrow.

<3

Please donate to the P n B cruise fund.

Pretty please with pink sprinkles on top.

So you book the cruise of your dreams and you’re all, “Wow, this is a good deal for all we get!”

Then you start looking at airfare and are like, “Mmm, well, it’s a once in a lifetime trip. It’s okay that it’s adding up a little.”

Then you look at the freaking excursions and crap yourself (or as Mrs. M says, you tinkle on your leg).

Guys- they’re so expensive! That was the deal breaker. Will was only going to let me and P go by ourselves as long as we went on the group excursions.

Fine. In fact, I was excited about them!

Then I looked up how much 53 excursions are going to cost (alright, I’m exaggerating on the 53 thing) and had to walk to the BIDFY.

Very carefully. 

P-Dub~

I simply can’t believe you’re 18. I feel so full of adult (albeit parental) feelings right now, and once again I’m reminded that you’re grown up and are about to venture out on your own to begin a whole new part of your life.

The last 18 years of my life have been full of so many fun memories, and so much of that is because of you! I love you so very much and hope you’re having a great time in NYC. I can’t wait to hear all about it.

As you can imagine, this is one of those posts where I could drone on and on, but I figure I ought to save that emotional crap for when you leave for school. Probably a good idea, right?

So here’s a short list I compiled about all the FUN and EXCITING things you can do now that you’re the big 1-8:

*Drink in virtually every country other than Kuwait and America.

*Rent rooms from sketchy back alley motels. 

*Be tried as an adult- and then get sent to seriously terrifying maximum security women’s prisons where you have to bunk with a 7 foot tall hairy-legged woman with Russian ancestors. Oh- and you’d have to wear those scary orange jumpsuits too- except for every 6th Tuesday- that’s Pajama Day.

*Run for public office. You could totally instate Cute Belt Day!

*Vote. For yourself. Do I smell a write-in?

*Get into posh clubs- where you can handout pamphlets about your campaign.

I’m sure there’s more… but it’s been a few years since I was 18 (ha ha, I sound so old!)

I love you bunches. I hope today is full of happy surprises- and a little bit of warm weather! Come home soon- I want sushi!

Just a few pictures over the last year:

(last year’s b-day)

Oh and PS- you look totally gorgeous in this last picture. 

Love,

Britter

My sister is going to New York for a week next Friday. The kids here get 10 days off for a Kuwaiti holiday (!) so she’s off to meet up with some of the girls she paged with last summer.

Uh- how come our parents never let us do stuff like that when we were teens? I swear the first child is just a test run!

We found the cruise! Now we just need to book. Have I mentioned how excited I am about this trip? Between you and me- I must admit, I’m a LOT tad stressed about having to be the responsible one on this trip. Will always keeps track of everything when we travel. This time I have to be Will! AHHHH!

I must premise this post with a big: Hang With Me, Friends.

This post is going to be here, and there, and up, and down, and- well- you get the point.

Just hang with me. You’ll be happy you did (well, maybe you won’t, but I will be happy you did, and that counts for something, right?).

After work Friday I went to a baby shower for my friend “Ethel.” Do you guys remember her? It’s been a while since I’ve posted about her. Anyway, I had a lovely time and it was good to see her.

After the baby shower I headed over to P’s. Remember? We were going to have a big date night and I was going to try sushi for the first time! We went to The Avenues Mall and ate dinner at Maki. Guys- Maki is where I broke my sushi virginity. P was so cool about the whole thing. She didn’t laugh when I looked like a complete moron with chopsticks, and she was really discreet about teaching me the correct way to hold them-again, and again, and again. By the way- those things are painfully impossible to master on the first try. I looked like such a weirdo. P was so patient and really helped me figure it out. Unfortunately, everything went into short term memory and I have since forgotten, but darnit- for those 30 minutes I was Master Brittny.

We had the best time- once I got over the moronic chopstick issue, of course. We had an array of sushi and guys- I did great! I was really proud of my braveness. We had this amazing sushi with sweet potatoes and rice… it was so good. Obviously much safer than the salmon I had. It was good too, and I’m glad I did it. I promised P another night of sushi in which I would be even more adventurous than I was that night. She’s convinced I need to try eel. We’ll see. It was actually good and I felt healthy afterwards, not disgusting like I do when we go to must restaurants. Well- I should backtrack- I felt healthy until we went to go for dessert. Yeah, it was all over after that.

You couldn’t end a girl’s night of fun just on sushi- right? Of course not! So- we had to end the night with chocolate, and there’s no better place for chocolate in Kuwait than The Chocolate Bar. See? I told you guys we have real food here. You seriously need to click on this link. For some reason some of the best desserts aren’t on the site… oh well. You’ll just have to take my word!

That place is simply amazing. There are no words to describe the edification brought from a huge chocolate-y dessert.

After our gluttonous night, I took P home. On the way to my house I started to feel sad. Really sad- and it wasn’t just because I was feeling fat! P and I have been together for almost 18 years. We’ve rarely been apart. I began to think about how hard it will be to let go, and to be separated by an ocean and it really began to make my heart hurt.

As I drove home I also thought about Will and how he must feel that way about his family back home. I began to feel bad for all the little daily things we’ve missed in their lives that are generally quite trivial, but things that seem to add up after a whole year of missing such things.

And so, the wheels of my mind began to turn…

If you’re around me for very long it won’t take long before you hear about my beloved “dream vacation.” It seems to be to be a topic that has consumed my mind as of late. After taking Will’s dream trip to the Super Bowl, it was only fitting that I begin to think about when it would be my turn. It’s been a thought that has occupied a lot of my thoughts for months now, and I’ve been raring to finally take this trip already!

So- as I drove home I began to think, “Brittny? What would make you and Will happy?” I mulled that idea around in my head and gave it some thought as each mile passed.

As I waited at a stoplight it hit me:

Will needs to go home and spend some alone time with his family, especially his dad. He doesn’t need his wife in the way of that quality father-son time.

I need to cherish this time with P. Before I know it she’ll be off to the states, living such a grown-up life and time together will be incredibly sparse.

SO- I came up with a plan.

After a few conversations and a little convincing it was decided that Will would go home for a few weeks this fall to catch some OU games and spend time with his dad

AND-

THIS SUMMER P AND I ARE TO GO ON MY DREAM MEDITERRANEAN CRUISE!!!

I honestly don’t think I’ve been this excited since my wedding day.

Okay, I know what you’re thinking- “Shouldn’t you make Will go with you on this dream trip?? After all, he dragged you to the Super Bowl.”

I thought about it, but the truth is, I really think I’d have more fun with P. We would have a freaking BLAST. I have no doubt about that. Will would go with me and be just fine, but he’s not nearly as excited about this trip as I am. To be quite honest- I really want to go with P. I just think it would be nice to spend this time with my sister doing something I know we would love before life changes. Plus, I figure it would be nice for Will to see his dad sometime in September or October without me tagging along. I guess I always thought it was weird when people would take separate vacations. I was sure that meant that they were having trouble, but in this case, I really think it’s a great idea and it’s something that would make us both really happy. We’re both excited for each other, and we’re both excited about our prospective trips.

Only- I think I’m more excited.

I wish you could see my right now- I’m beaming! Yes- beaming. Beaming as in everything within a 10 mile radius is radiating because of my excitement.

Just imagine the wealth of blogging material that will come from this trip!

The hardest part has been convincing my mother choosing the right cruise. We have to make sure P has enough time to pack up her stuff here and get to the states for college. Plus, everything is booked. I think we’ve about narrowed it down to 3. The one we REALLY want to go on is 20 days, and, well, it’s a little (okay a LOT) out of the questions. Surprisingly, it’s cheaper than some of the shorter ones! I’m hoping to book by next week. AAAH! I’m so excited!

More fun to come… you can bet on that.

<3

I just learned that The Marble Slab is coming to Kuwait next month.

I’m pretty sure if they brought in a Walmart I’d be set for life.

Or just the rest of the time we plan on being here.

The link is funny. They’re not coming to Al Koot mall, it’s Al Kout.

But whatever.

That’s neither here nor there.

They’re coming.

Speaking of that, I’m a bit in a snippy mood this afternoon.

I tend to become really...hmm...what’s the word

Pissy

if I’m not able to go to the gym on a regular basis.

I was so excited because I today I was making a point to leave on time so I could go to the gym, but then a wrench got thrown in my plans.

We asked my parents out for dinner.

I either needed like a 5:00 dinner or an 8:00 dinner. Nothing in between would do. 5 would give me enough time to eat and then get to the gym before it closed. 8 would allow me enough time for a quick work out and time to get ready for dinner.

“How about 6!?”

The story of my life, right?

How is it that the most TIME OBSESSED PERSON E.V.E.R is ALWAYS being faced with time-related issues?

I swear…

Anyway, I can’t budge much because my sister is getting on a plane tonight to head to Amsterdam where she will do lots of heavy liquor shots and smoking near the red light district will be attending a Model U.N. meeting. (only kidding, mom)

Too bad the Marble Slab isn’t already open. I could round out my lack of workout and a terrible dinner at TGIFridays with some slutty indulgent dessert…

<3

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!