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

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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

Hello from Kuwait (again)!

Just FYI (because you care), a posted a ton of new pictures of Jordan, my big girl’s weekend (thanks to Theresa), and other random shots from our trip home. So if you’re bored (I mean-really, really bored), there’s lots to keep you occupied.

I suppose I should get started with a recap of my wonderful nestie girl’s weekend!

I had met retired blogger Sarah last fall while on vacation, so not only did I know she wasn’t a crazy psycho killer, but I also knew she was so incredibly wonderful. I had not, however, met Theresa until just this past weekend! Oh- and BTW, all of the photos provided are courtesy of Theresa’s camera. As it turns out- Theresa is not a psycho killer either. In fact, she’s just as great as Sarah!

BTS has been in contact since the old days of the nest- about 2 years or so. In fact, Theresa and Sarah are the big day brightener in my life each afternoon as my day comes to an end and their’s just begins. I always know I have an email to look forward to from my two internet friends. We’ve done a lot of group emailing over the last couple of years, so it was only fitting that we’d finally meet.

It was a great time. Here are just a few pics of all the fun (the rest are posted on Flickr):

We went to the Ft. Worth rodeo our first full day together. Aside from the bronco riding, the wild cow milking (yes- wild cow milking) was my favorite event.

Sarah’s poor husband was a good sport about letting her have two strange internet friends invade their house. His only stipulation was that we didn’t drool on his pillow. Oops!

Alright- we were faking. I mean, afterall, the three of us look wonderful (think Jessica Simpson) when we sleep- our mouths don’t hang open all gross like that.

Sporting our team pride:

Our first lunch together:

Theresa discovered everything really is bigger in Texas:

She also discovered steak fingers! Retired blogger Sarah and I almost died when she asked what they were! Here she is with her new favorite food (ha ha):

The weather was perfect for Theresa, a New Yorker, but for a transplanted Sooner in Kuwait, it was a bit cold.

Sarah, her hubby, and two dogs Evie and Rascal:

Theresa and Rascal:

BTS, Friends Forever <3

It was a great weekend. I’ve been talking for a Nestie Reunion for ages now, so it was nice to finally get together with some of the friends I’ve gotten to know through the nest. Now we just need to plan and carry out a big mass reunion so we can ALL finally meet! What do you guys say? Spring/Summer of 2009?

As for other, much less exciting things in my life, jet lag has finally hit. Will and I are feeling its full effects. Work sure will be fun when I’m as awake as a newborn puppy. Oh well, there’s nothing a Starbucks latte can’t cure, right?

Alright, I’m off to relish the last few hours I have of vacation with Will and the dogs. More to come soon and very soon.

<3

Who sounds like a broken record?

I sound like a broken record!

For the four thousandth time- I’m sorry for not keeping up with you guys. You were so sweet and encouraging over the whole family awkwardness situation and here I am not thanking you personally on your blogs!

I thought for sure I’d be a great blog friend and go back and make up for the last month, but you know what? I can’t. Because I suck. I’m pretty sure that’s why. Anyway- I figure I’ll just start fresh with blogging and reading blogs next week. Oh- and this time (unlike the last two times I’ve said similar crap) I actually mean it.

You know what’s the funniest part of all? I’m probably the only person that is annoyed with myself about not being a good psycho internet friend. The rest of you are probably like, “What? You haven’t been reading? Huh- I didn’t even notice… Who are you again??” ha ha.

For my own personal sainity, I’m turing off comments today.

Anyway, I had a great weekend in Texas! I don’t want to share too much yet because I don’t have any pictures on my computer yet, not to mention Theresa was the only one of us that consistently took pictures! So, I’ll have to write more on my girl’s weekend in my next post when I’m able to link to Theresa’s pictures (BTW- Theresa, I forgot to take a picture of retired blogger Sarah’s holy toliet! Bummer...)

Now, however, it’s time to pack up.

This trip has been insane. I went from Kuwait

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Okay- I’m getting a little out of control here, but you see my crazy trip brought to the internet. It’s been craziness, and although I’m dreading the thought of going back to work (I’ve been getting emails from a coworker and just when I thought things couldn’t get worse- ha!- they did), I’m ready to go back and see our doggies and have our own space.

I am really dreading this return. Granted, I always lament returning, but this time it will be so much harder because of work. I still have to fill you all in on all that’s going on soon. It’s bad guys. I’ve had a few weeks to take it all in and sort of mull it all around and I say I’m over it all, but the real test will be once I sit down at my desk my first day back. I have troubles with letting things roll off my back, but if I’m to survive that’s what I truly need to do- be a stinkin’ duck.

Quack.

So I think I’ve covered all the restaurants I’ve been missing, I’ve been to Walmart a few times, I’ve mindlessly watched TV… I think I did pretty much everything I wanted to do while on vacation- in addition to all our running around to different states, that is! However, it doesn’t make it any easier. I know you guys watch me pour all over myself each time my vacation ends, but in a way, it’s a bit of a draining experience. It’s so easy to get accustomed to a “normal” life back home and all the wonderful things that go along with living in the States, and it’s easy to get those vacation blues knowing it will be a long time before I’m back enjoying these things.

It makes my heart feel bad. I hate the vacation blues.

So please don’t mind me- I’m just sulking. I’ll probably sulk for an entire week and be all pouty and unbearable to be around- but you’ve been warned. Luckily, most of my sulking will occur when I have no computer access and am on a plane, so let’s cross our fingers that you get me once I’ve achieved the acceptance phase of my grief.

Just wanted to pop in and let you know that I’m still here. More interesting information to come! I just felt the need to blow the dust off my poor blog. That terrible post about my inlaws was still up and it was growing cob webs. I look forward to catching up soon.

Beating the blues,

Brittny <3

Again with the stink bomb timing me (and all that other crap I droned on for 22 minutes about in my last post). I can’t talk long but just felt the need to check in and say hello to all you guys who have been so sweet and reading even though I’ve been a bad friend as of late.

Lots to talk about soon. I got some bad news about things at work and unfortunately I don’t have time to elaborate right now. It’s left me wondering what God’s plan is for me, and what He wants me to do. Remember the verse about “light and momentary troubles?” That’s sort of how I’m feeling. In fact- that might be the title of the forthcoming post. Hopefully I’ll be able to share all of that very soon. Please just say a prayer if the Lord brings me to your mind.

I hope you guys had a great Christmas. Ours was nice, and I’m sad that it’s over. Now we look forward to new years. We will be celebrating in Phoenix this year! Will is very excited about the OU game, and I am too!

I’ve truly been thinking of you often. Is it weird to say that I miss you? Well if it is, I guess I’m weird, because I do. I genuinely feel as though I’ve got this really special secret set of friends that I get to know through each day’s posts. I miss you guys. Funny how being closer in proximity to you guys has made me farther away. Once my in-laws go back to a regular schedule in January, I should have more time to keep up with you guys.

Lots to write soon, but I have to go for now. Have a wonderful weekend! <3

You know what?

It’s been a while since I’ve done an Annoying Weekly Update!

(crickets chirping)

Okay, so annoying updates are, well, annoying- but hey it’s all I’ve got today. It’s all I’ve got unless you want to know about power tools and professional sports equipment.

Don’t ask me why I know all about those things. Trust me, you don’t want to know. Trust me, I don’t want to know either.

What’s better than an annoying post about my life full of miscellaneous administrative things I’ve been meaning to mention for the last 6 weeks?

Nothing!

So first things first.

Jacqueline! I tried to send you a Happy Birthday E-card today but the stupid thing came back to me! What’s up with that!? Why is your email eating my email and puking right back to my inbox with a big nasty RETURNED TO SENDER and PS You Smell message? Tell your email it’s in big trouble, mister. I’m just trying to wish you a happy freaking birthday for crying out loud! Anyway, since it didn’t work I’ll just tell you that the card said “You Rock” and had an electric guitar on the front (which is perfect and why I chose it since you love music). Then I wrote you a mushy I love you and happy 25 years and all that crap on the inside.

So- there.

It’s like I sent it again.

Only I didn’t.

Happy birthday! Do you want me to sing the TGIFriday Birthday Song??

I’ll spare you this year.

Next year you might not be so lucky.

Did you guys know that Jacqueline is my real life friend? She knew me when I was super chubby and had tight permed curly hair. It was a really bad time in my childhood. I remember one time I went to one of the beauty colleges to get my hair permed-

wait.

that totally deserves a side story-

Mom! What were you thinking!?! These people were 18-year-old kids that could barely drive a car and still drank chocolate milk for dinner! I know! Let’s let them PERM MY DAUGHTER’S HAIR! What a brilliant idea!! I swear, the oldest child gets totally screwed. My mom knew not to take P to a place like that- AND NOT SUPER TIGHT PERM HER HAIR because she learned with me.

Sigh.

What a crazy time.

Anyway, I remember going to the beauty school college place thing to get my chubby scalp permed and the girl there was all like, “ You’re going to be so pretty. You’re going to turn all the boy’s heads.” Obviously, she was trying to make me feel better because what she was really meaning was, “Crap. Well, I guess this is the reason why we only charge $15 for a perm. You look like a a curly haired sheep and you will definitely get some looks from the opposite sex.”

Fun times.

Anyway- back to Jacqueline.

We both had crushes on these older guys at church and would totally stalk them. Summer camp was always so much fun.

Ahh, memories.

Ironically, I dated one of those boys for over 2 years! Don’t worry, I didn’t have my tight perm during those years.

I’m getting off track. Happy birthday Jacqueline. I hope today is wonderful.

Okay, moving on to other things. Did you notice my Totally Fabulous Award that’s been on the sidebar for like 3 weeks now and has never been mentioned in my blog? No, guys, I didn’t make the thing up myself and award myself. My lovely blog friends Jenny and Kristen gave me this award. I heart you both very much. I felt really loved when I saw this on your guys’ blogs. YOU are fabulous. It’s hard to believe we’ve “known” each other for 2 years! It’s been so much fun.

Okay, so I think I’m all caught up with things I’ve been meaning to talk about but haven’t…

So on to new things.

There’s not much new going on- which is why I just went on a 10 minute tirade about my bad childhood hair decisions.

Kuwait is finally starting to cool off- a little. In the mornings all of us wimps have goosebumps as we stand outside in our short sleeved shirts in the 73 degree air. What weenies, right? It’s still in the high 90s during the day, but it feels so much better than it has in weeks past. I’m anxious for winter here. Winter is amazingly pleasant in Kuwait. I honestly love Kuwait weather 5 months out of the year. The rest of the year? That’s a different story. If you’ve read my blog for the past few summers, I think you probably know how I feel- I often refer to this place as hell. The winters, however, are so nice. They really make me feel happy. The sun is so bright and shiny, but the air is so cool and crisp. It’s a perfect combination of warm and cold.

While we’re on weather- did you guys know when I was in 5th grade I wanted to be a meteorologist? All I would watch- willingly watch of my own volition- was The Weather Channel.

Wow. That’s a doozy, huh!?

That was during the permed hair, chubby fingers stage- which explains a lot.

Then I remember my dreams were dashed in 7th grade (yep- this phase lasted a while) when we had a career fair and I found out how much math a science I was going to have to study.

I changed my mind real fast after that.

After that day I decided to aim real high in my career choice and go for things that never ever required me to use math or science.

So, that’s how I ended up where I am today.

In a round about way I guess.

I wake up in cold sweats at the thought of helping my kid with school work one day. Lord help us all. Good Lord guys, I can barely compute cutting a recipe fraction in half let alone graph an algebraic equation.

How am I still alive!?!

I guess because I don’t bake much.

Want to know something even MORE embarrassing? I couldn’t think of a state capital the other day. I felt like such a moron. State Capitals are one of those things that are DRILLED into your mind all through out school. How could I forget something like that, you know!? I swear, working has made me stupider. I’ve forgotten all I’ve learned in school. I do, however, remember the multiplication tables (here we go- back to the math thing again) because I learned them to different songs. To this day I still hum the song as I compute any sort of multiplication.

My coworker loves it.

A lot.

(not really. She threw an eraser at me the other day while I was doing it. Okay- I’m lying about that, but I think she wanted to).

I can’t imagine why I annoy her. I’m perfectly normal.

I guess this isn’t much of an update and more like a terrifying look into my strange oddities.

Speaking of terrifying!

There was this guy dressed up like the Burger King Man at my camp today. Guys- it was seriously freaking scary. I don’t know why, but the Burger King totally freaks me out. He’s like a giant in the commercials! He’s all 7 feet tall and wears tights and has this gigantic face and is always swaying… I don’t know why- but it just rubs me the wrong way. He’s a scary guy. Do kids like him? What was that marketing and promotion group smoking the Wednesday this guy got put on the drawing board?

Okay, enough randomness for today. Have a wonderful day. Stay safe! More to come…

I need a break from thinking

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Although I don’t really have much to say (but really- do I ever??), I feel the need to step away from whatever it is that I’m doing and just chill out.

Hmm-

Chill out.

Note to self: find out if that is still “cool” to say.

Anyway, there’s not much going on worth mentioning (again- is there really ever??). I just felt the need to post.

Wait.

I already said that.

Oh well. Moving right along.

I’m so ready for the weekend. There’s really no particular reason other than the fact that I’m just ready. Ready, ready, ready.

Did I ever tell you guys that Kuwait swtiched their weekends

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about 6 months ago??

Ha, not that you really care.

Anyway, Kuwait switched their weekends from Thursday-Friday to Friday-Saturday the first of September. So- tomorrow is my “Friday!” I’m so ready to get on with it.

What else??

Oh- if you know of any wonderful loving dog lovers in Kuwait, could you send them my way please?? Will and I are starting to stress a little about what we’re going to do with poor Bosworth and Lucille while we’re in Jordan next month. Boarding is outrageous here, so we’d really prefer not to.

See!?

SEE!?

This is why we need friends, Will!

I highly doubt we’ll be able to meet and become best friends with the couple I’m obsessed with right now. So, we’re going to have to suck it up and either donate Boz to science research or board the doggies.

I’m still holding out for our best friends, but don’t worry- I won’t dump the dogs on them. We both know that if I did that they’d run screaming and never want to see us again the second Boz hiked his leg and peed on anything that looks remotely close to a tree or fire hydrant.

Or really, anything at all for that matter.

Poor Boz.

We started sticking his nose in the pee and telling him “no” lately.

Are we bad dog parents?

I read to do that somewhere…

I hope you’re not calling PETA right now.

Anyway- it just makes you think, you know? I mean, you’d never do that to your kid- so why stick your dog’s nose in pee?

Ahahaha- sorry, I just had a visual of doing that to a kid.

I’m a nerd.

Okay, back to the matter at hand.

I don’t know if it’s working, I hope so. We’re not very consistent- and as we all know- consistency is key.

The Gooolden Key.

Wow- this is a really dumb and random post.

Anyhow (hmm- let’s count the times I say “anyhow” or “anyway” in a post! It’s quite frightening I’m sure), as you can see, I’m a little scatter-y today. I needed this release though. I feel a lot better!

Happy Hump Day! More to come…

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

Hmm… do I feel a multiple posting session in my future today?

I’m thinking yes.

Want to know something funny? The Stillwater, Oklahoma person is someone I know, but it’s someone other than who I was thinking (thank God!). What a small world. Megan, I had no idea you guys were in Stillwater. How great. I’m sure you love to be so close to OSU for game days (I’m throwing up a little as I type that).

I also want to say hi to some new friends! Hello to:

Mel (I hope your work day went okay),

Lydia (We <3 Texas and will probably end up there one day. I hope you and the little one have a good day!),

Amanda (Yay! Another football fan’s wife! Mizzou is a great football team and I bet they end up representing the North for the Big 12 game. If you ever start that blog let me know!),

Anna (Boomer Sooner! We’re hopefully going to follow the Sooners to their bowl game this year. Maybe we’ll see you there!), and

Jill (Jill! I wondered what had happened to you! You’ll definitely have to start blogging again now that you have a little one on the way! Congrats to you and Donnie!!)

That was fun. So we have new friends now guys.

Okay. I need to start working (I have a post all about that later today)!

More to come today…

Okay guys- it’s Monday Confession.

I have a major crush.

I’ve got it bad, guys. Real bad.

I have a super major couple crush on the people that are going to become our bestest friends in the whole wide world over here.

They just don’t know it yet.

There is this couple I simply adore (granted, I’ve seen them for like a total of 5 minutes- but hey! when it’s love, it’s love, am I right?).

Here’s the story.

This February, when we went to the Super Bowl, we flew home out of D.C. Well, as we prepared to board I noticed the cutest couple ever!

AKA our “bestest friends in the whole wide world over here that just don’t know it yet (Crap! That’s a long name for this couple. They’re worth it though. Well… I hope so… see, I’ve kinda sorta never exactly spoken to them just yet. We’ll get to that later.)!”

They’re probably around our age. They were a nice looking couple. They appeared to be poised, smart, and adorable- you know, a great freaking couple that everyone wants to hang out with!

So I was half tempted to throw myself all over them like a cheap college tramp after a few too many drinks at a Tri-Del party- but I refrained. Afterall, what would I have said? “Uh- hiya. I see you’re about to board a plane to Kuwait. Whatdoyouknow- so are we!” and then tell them about how we just came from the Super Bowl?

Um- I prefer to hide this football obsession from people until I know we’re life-long friends. Plus, I was looking incredibly rough (I mean, who likes to travel 18 hours dressed to the nines?), and the wife looked super cute. Double Plus- they were flying 1st class and we were in the freaking back of the plane next to someone that smelled like bacon and cooler ranch doritos. That’s not exactly the first impression I wanted to make.

In the midst of smelly bacon-dorito-back-of-the-plane funk, my crush began.

After we landed in Kuwait, the entire plane crowded around the baggage claim all looking for the exact same black Samsonite suitcase. I once again noticed the couple, and once again thought to myself, “I really want them to be our friends, darn it!” We stood near each other as our husbands found and loaded our luggage, but no words were exchanged. Sigh. That was the end of the story.

Or so I thought!

A few months later, we came across them again. This time it was at the Sultan Center. “Wow! We have so much in common! We both ride planes and we buy groceries at the Sultan Center!” See, guys? We’re a match made in Heaven.

So, as I was perusing the dairy section I did a quick cart check. You gotta know what your best friends are putting into their bodies, right? Well, they passed the cart test. If I had any doubts they were a great couple worthy of our Friday nights, they were diminished the second I saw their produce.

So, I looked like a freaking drooling moron at the store that day. I just can’t seem to get over how incredibly normal these people look, and I can’t stop wondering, “What in the WORLD these people are doing here? They’re so normal! Just like us!” Normal Americans are not common in this country. Hence why I’m practically laying myself in front of these people.

Anyway- So yeah, we saw them again. Nothing happened, though. Just a simple cart check that ended up with me hiding underneath their cart trying to secretly place our phone number into their lunch meat while they strolled about the cereal aisle living their lives (and wondering how their cart suddenly got so heavy).

Just kidding about the cart thing.

Don’t think I didn’t consider it, though.

And then? Then there was this weekend.

Another few months had passed since my last bestest friend ever spotting, and quite honestly I had forgotten that there was hope in finding a nice young couple in this country. Will and I decided to celebrate the end of Ramadan and the re-opening of civilization during the day by going to Chilis for lunch Saturday. We got there soon after it opened and had the place practically to ourselves. We sat down, and you’ll never guess in a million years who was sittng across from us!

YES!

OUR BEST FRIENDS EVER!

Okay, not directly across from us- there was a table in between, but still- we were practically having lunch together, guys!

Anyway, I know I sound like an incredibly OBSESSIVE high school girlfriend, but I think they noticed us too.

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Or maybe I’m just telling myself that so I feel better.

I finally cracked and told Will about my crush. He never knew I had scouted out our newest friends. I told him the whole story and he responds with, “Huh. I never noticed them at the airport. Who are they again?”

Sigh.

I feel like I’m talking to a wall sometimes.

After re-explaining my story and once again hearing from Will that he didn’t remember ever seeing these people, I gave up. I mean really, guys, what was I going to do? Proudly get up, walk to their table, sit right next to the wife and introduce myself?

“HI! I’m Brittny. I know you don’t know me, but I’ve been in love with you guys from the first moment they called your boarding pass in D.C. this winter.

You fly.

We fly.

You shop at the Sultan Center.

We shop at the Sultan Center.

You eat at Chilis.

We eat at Chilis.

Mmm, fries (reaching onto her plate and shoving one in my mouth)! I love those too! See! It’s like we were seperated at birth! All you have to do now is tell me your husband loves football and we’ll make you the godparents of our firstborn!”

Yeah- try making that conversation not sound stalkerish!

Totally not going to happen.

Will thought I was a total goof for crushing so much. I guess it is a little silly. Why can’t we at least run in the same circles! Do you know how impossible it is to befriend people who don’t even know you’re alive!? Seriously!

So, lunch was over and I bid our friends “goodbye” as Will once again made fun of my incredible dorkiness.

After lunch it was off to the Sultan Center for groceries. Same old story, nothing exciting. As I went to grab some yogurt, you’ll never guess who in the WORLD I saw!

Yep!

Our best friends.

(insert Twilight Zone music)

What are the odds! 4 sightings in a country of one million people?

Is it a sign?

Are we destined to keep running into each other until one of us gets brave and says something?

Weird!

This time I swear there was a look. They totally knew who we were. At last! They remembered us!

(insert hallelujah chorus)

Everything got all slow motion-y and hazy and they slowly pushed their cart towards us, it was like one of those terrible teenage love movies.

Sigh. Love, I tell you. Love.

SCREECH!

My odd little dream sequence came to a quick halt.

Unfortunately, we had gotten a head start on our shopping and were headed for the check out line. They, however, were just getting started with their shopping.

Sigh.

Another bust.

Um, so guys? Question. Does this give me the right to say a friendly, “Hello (and nothing more I swear! I promise not to open my stupid mouth and say anything dumb)” if we ever cross paths again? Hmm…

Because you know what? I’m such a freaking chicken and will never say anything, not even hello, because I’m so timid. How dumb, right? I definetly have “hello” rights, though.

Right?

What’s the worse they could say?

Nothing?

That’s not so bad. They seem so normal that I doubt either of them would begin rotating their heads and spitting pea soup at us or anything.

Hello is safe. Hello it is.

(proudly proclaiming) My name is Brittny, and I’m going to say hello.

So, once again our paths crossed, and once again nothing happened.

Later that afternoon, I brought up the subject again. Will repeated what he said earlier that day, “I think it’s just you that notices people, Britter. I bet they’re just like me and don’t even remember us.”

“I bet you’re wrong!”

(sarcastically), “Yeah. I bet they’re having this exact conversation right now.”

“You know what!? I bet they ARE! I mean, who wouldn’t want to be our friends!?!”

-Pause-

Huge Eruption of Laughter.

“Alright, alright. I guess I better just stick to admiring from afar. I am going to say hi if we ever see them again, though. They are, afterall, our bestest friends in the whole world!”

Just FYI I might not be posting from Thursday night-Saturday night. I’ll be camping out at the Sultan Center in hopes of another sighting.

Ha ha just kidding!

(sort of)

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…