Because I feel I’m among friends, I will start with a paranoia I’ve been having all afternoon.

Girls, I think my feet smell.

What is worse than that!?

I have been so worried all day long and trying to take big whiffs of air to make sure I’m in the clear.

See, I’m wearing ballet flats without socks. That isn’t typically a problem for me, except it miraculously rained here today (which is very odd for this time of year!) and my shoes got all wet and sloshy and so now I know, I just know I’m steaming off something bad.

I mean lethal bad.

I think my nose is used to the smell. “Please God, let everyone else’s’ nose be immune too.”

Okay, that is my paranoia. I had to get it out because I’ve been worried all afternoon and I can’t call “Ethel” to tell her about it because everyone will then know it’s ME emanating the scent that made their flowers die and fruit spoil.

The Horror! The Horror!

Okay, sorry. I will now move on- that is if you will still read this post after I announced the worst thing ever!

Actually…

Let’s camp out here.

I hate feet. In fact I hate them so much I don’t even like to say that word. I can say it once or twice and not want to throw up, but for the sake of this post I just can’t keep saying, “feet” without getting sick. In fact, I just threw up a little.

Let’s call them fairies.

(Too funny, you’d think I was talking about nether regions or something. Nope! Just feet.)

I am not a fairy person at all. I never have been. Only recently have I gotten a lot more comfortable with the idea of fairies.

This is largely due to the fact that when I had my fairy surgery they were constantly fondled and stroked and rubbed and ever sexual word you can think of and twist to make seem miserable.

That’s right. If I wasn’t okay with fairies before, I had to have a quick come to Jesus meeting last spring because my fairies were on debut for the world to see!

If having my family know about my fairy problems wasn’t bad enough, Will’s sweet mom- totally meaning well- told the whole freaking world about my fairies. I had no choice but to come to grips with them! I think the turning point was the February family get together, full of grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins where I was kindly asked every intimate detail about my fairy surgery and on top of that, “Show us your fairies!” Um, can I die now please? Oh that AND the whole month I was on her Sunday school prayer list. I mean, I so know the sweet woman loves me and genuinely wanted prayer for me, but my view of fairies is comparable with being stripped naked and standing in front of her whole class.

Yeah.

About the same thing.

Anyway, I’m more open to touching Will’s fairies and letting him touch mine. Oh my gosh- how sick did THAT just sound!!? Sorry. Maybe I should have used the real “f” word in this instance instead of fairies to avoid any miscommunications and random google searches when my blog comes up under hot sex or something.

Before, I would totally freak out if someone wanted to touch my fairies or wanted me to touch theirs- not that I get a lot of requests for me to touch people’s fairies, but you know what I’m saying…

I remember one time I was on a mission trip in Romania and at the end of our whole trip we went down to the river and were supposed to wash each other’s fairies, just like Jesus did with his disciples. I totally freaked out.

“Are you there, God? It’s me, Brittny. Hi. Look. I know you did this whole washing fairies thing and all and wanted us to follow your example, but can you make an exception on me? You understand, don’t you?”

Okay, I didn’t really say that, and I totally washed my team’s fairies and it was a really awesome experience, but trust me, I was freaking out inside.

The scary second toes longer than the big toes,

the hairy tops,

the corn infested bottoms… it was hard to “Let Go and Let God” that night, let me tell ya.

Luckily I’ve grown up a little since then. I can handle Will’s clean fairies now and it’s not a big deal. In fact, if he wanted to touch mine I might get grossed out and wince a little at first but then be totally fine soon after. It’s pretty bad when you don’t even want to touch fairies with your best friend!! Sorry Will, nothing personal. Anyway, I’ve made great strides this year and am not ashamed to say I’m becoming okay with fairies!

In fact, I should hug a podiatrist today.

So anyway, I give you that whole stupid drawn out fairy conversation because I’m a little nervous about my wet shoes and the smell they are producing. Sorry girls.Thank goodness the day is soon over. For me and for everyone else!

I don’t know if I am able to talk about anything else now that I just said all that. Am I? Can I seriously justify a real conversation after all that nonsense? I just don’t know!

No… I think the answer is no on this one. You can send the hallelujah chorus in right…

About…

NOW!

You would think I was harvesting octuplets for barren parents or something.

I am on a ravenous rampage, taking out all around me- small children with candy, old ladies with bran muffins.... I have no prejudices! It is taking all that is in me to refrain from grabbing large handfuls of cookies and shoving them whole down my mouth. I don’t quite know what the deal is, but I have had the appetite of an adolescent boy in puberty the last two days.

I’ve been like an animal. I should be featured on the Jeff Corwin Experience or something. Maybe even Crocodile Hunter. “Now mate. Look at that female go! Step away! She’s eating swallowing that sandwich whole! She almost took my bloody hand off as I fed it to her!”

Okay, if you’ve read long enough you know that I can eat, but these last 2 days have been different. I don’t know if its because I was sick and now I’m feeling better so my body is hungry again or what. It could be Aunt Flo too. She’s back in full force, very angry that I have been ignoring her calls. I did a major no no. I switched to this new Kuwaiti stuff 3 months ago and purposely skipped the visit 3 times, each for it’s own reason (will’s b-day, trip to Qatar… etc). I know that’s okay to do sometimes, or at least my crazy doctor said that, but I think my body is mad at me, because I have been paying for it with the worlds longest, unplanned, and unwanted cycle. Once again, that lovely Brittny info no one cares or wants to know. Sorry guys.

Okay anyway, I am officially scheduled for a visit today (even though that broad has made herself comfortable and kicked her feet up on my uterus while reading USAToday the whole flipping month), so maybe that has something to do with it.
I have been out of control! I’ve been trying hard to maintain a good diet now that I’m working, but these last few days have been terrible. It’s like my willpower is taking a nose dive or something. I think another big reason is because I work in a building full of shops and yummy things to eat. Let’s see… we have Baskin Robbins, Subway, a coffee shop… the smells fill the whole building, which is beyond enticing. Not only that, but behind my building there is a taco bell, burger king and about 50 million other things. I feel like shoving cotton up my nose so I won’t be tempted by the aromas. I haven’t given in, except I do have Subway or Taco Bell for lunch, staggering days between that and a Meal on the Go bar.

Peer pressure is huge too. I was convinced I would eat a Subway salad for lunch yeterday. I almost wrote a freaking memorandum and had it notarized so it was set in stone. My new friend calls and asks me out to Taco Bell and I fold like a 7th grader’s note asking out the band guy. I don’t know what my problem is. I think another thing is my new schedule. I eat breakfast at around 4:25. I am so ready to take out an all-you-can-eat buffet all on my own by 10:00. I should probably keep a snack in my desk- but we don’t have desks yet so I am literally at a long brown table. It’s really sad. Anyway, I eat lunch and then when I get home I am ready to tear the whole house down. I really need to get myself adjusted to my new schedule.

Last night I came home and had a brownie. Then I had 2 pieces of thin crust cheese (yum, my favorite pizza ever), a few spoonfuls of leftover homemade mac and cheese… and then I sat down and ate half a dozen cookies drowned in milk. I didn’t even bat an eye at the time, but afterwards I looked at the horrifying rampage I had went on and thought, “This better be Flo.”

Anyway, I also wonder if it has something to do with the low dosage of hormones I’m on. It’s the lowest on the market- they don’t even manufacture it in the states (which isn’t very comforting ot me). So, maybe that is a factor, or maybe that is me rationalizing (it’s probably just me rationalizing). Whatever it is, it shocked me the last 2 days. Once again, giving you all lots of unwanted information.

Sorry.

Food has been on my brain this week.

I had my mom and sister rolling yesterday. I was telling them I was so hungry yesterday that I was even daydreaming about food.

“I had mozzerella sticks and then 5 cheese fettuccini.”

“Where did you go, Britt?”

“Johnny Carinos.”

“Then Will and I split a canoli… and turtle cheesecake.”

I guess you had to be there…

Yes ladies, not only am I weird, but I am crazy. I wasn’t joking about my appetite! I am kicking that crap to the curb tomorrow and going back to normal, darn it. I went to the gym for the first time since I started work and it nearly kicked my butt. Sorry guys, but I’m sorting my male-like desires for french fries and Lord know what else out!



As for other things, Will got a new ride- sort of. Everyone shares cars here, but he was signed for a Pajero that is crimson. It’s the Sooner Mobile now. Despite their terrible record, we’ll drive it with pride. He came home early last night which made me so happy. That rarely happens, so it was a surprise. We watched some news, and then of course Sportscenter. We were debating whether or not to watch a King of Queens, but we opted for sleep instead. We’ve become that boring couple you all talk about.

“They never have any fun!”

” They are such sticks in the mud!”

On weekends we get out and do stuff, but weeknights are reserved for showers and sleep. In bed by 8:30. We sound like your 7 year old niece, don’t we? Oh well.

I am really making myself seem bad aren’t I? Some crazy girl that eats cookies and milk like its cereal and then goes straight to bed so she can congeal in my tummy and butt 10 minutes later.

What a goof. Enjoy your last day off

Thank you God for the weekends.

I am so glad He valued a day of rest. I went to bed at 8:00 last night. I always thought it was strange when Will would just fall dead on “Friday” nights, but now I can understand!

Early this morning I woke up with cramps that would even make a NFL football player cry. I got up and you would have thought I had turned into a 275 pound college football playing beer guzzling fraternity brother. I stood in the kitchen and chugged 3 bottles of water in less than 6 minutes. I then had a banana and went back to bed. By the way, thanks Lyna for your letter. You are too sweet. I am getting Gatorade today! I drank the last one a couple of days ago.

Lesson to all, you may need a lot more water than you think- so freaking drink plenty!

My parents had me a little upset the last two days. They have basically packed our bags and are now constantly asking us when we are moving. They even went and got the key to our new place for us.

Hmmm.

I guess that was a hint. It kind of upset me, and in some weird way hurt my feelings. I’m freaking sick and there is no way I can move this weekend. Plus I hadn’t talked to my boss, the person who coordinates my transportation, about it. He thinks I am moving next weekend, because that was the plan. I know my parents are ready for us to go- we’re ready to go too- but we made no plans to do it this weekend. Plus, the housing lady told us it would be next weekend, so that is what I’m going to go by. I told them we were waiting until next week and they didn’t say a lot It wasn’t like they were mad or anything, but I could tell they probably wished we would get out sooner. The way I see it is we’ve already been here almost 5 months, what’s another week, right? It has been interesting with 5 people in an apartment that’s for sure!

I am so glad it’s Saturday for us. I don’t think we have anything great planned. We are going to go see Cinderella Man late this afternoon. Can you believe that is just now coming to Kuwait! How crazy. We get stuff as it leaves theatres in the States, but this came really late! I guess I will enjoy my time going to see an “old” movie during the day! In the next few weeks that will be a luxury I will miss bad!

Ramadan is coming soon, and that will be an experience I will never forget. I’m sure you will hear me talk about it all the time for the next month. Everything shuts down all day during that month. The government ministries’ work even comes to a trickle. The Kuwaitis fast all day long and then all night is like a huge massive party. I think the night life may be neat to see (minus the terrible traffic), but the day will be unbearable. Everything is closed, from fast food to grocery stores- everything. If you are caught eating or smoking during the day you can be arrested on the spot until Ramadan is over. Even if you are in your car drinking water! The good thing is that since I I will be on a military post I will be able to eat during the day while I’m there, and by the time I leave at night it will be dark (they fast from sunrise to sunset), so it won’t be too strange, though I’ve heard it can get crazy at nights.Anyway, I said all that stuff to basically say I am going to enjoy going out to eat and to a movie this weekend because we won’t be able to do that soon!

Thursday posts are always boring and uneventful. Ah well. I just can’t stay away from you girls. What can I say?

Have a great day. <3

I can’t believe I’m about to share the extremely deep personal corners of my life with you all.

Prepared to be terrified.

I’ve got the yucks. Bad. I’m sure I won’t have to go into detail the symptoms, I’m sure you get it. Two nights ago my stomach started hurting terribly bad. I spent half the evening between the couch and the bathroom. I had a headache and my body ached. No fun. Yesterday I came prepared, tylenol and pepto in hand. I was going to beat this crap (heehee). I was miserable all day. I didn’t think i was going to make it through the day.

Okay, confession time. I hate, hate, absolutely loathe doing anything other than peeing in public bathrooms, and even then I line the seat with toliet paper 50 million times or squat. I don’t know why I have such a huge complex, but I refuse to “use use” the bathroom in public restrooms. I could be turing blue and have internal posioning, twitching my left leg and seeing stars, and I still wouldn’t go. I kept praying I would be okay all day. Everytime my stomach rumbled or gurgled or made this strange feeling that I can’t even explain I just drank more pepto. Yeah, I’m sure that was real great for me too.

Well yesterday I had my mom pick me up a few minutes early. i thought I was going to die. The way home couldn’t get easier, but of course something bad would happen when I was holding my breath, praying I wouldn’t lose it in the car: we get lost.

Not only do we get lost, but we get lost in a residential with no paved roads because my mom, “Knew a shortcut.”

Thanks.

So the whole time I kept praying that I would faint and not go all over myself because at least fainting is way more socially acceptable. “Please just let me faint. PLEASE, I just want to freaking faint!” I really did say that. What a weirdo.

So we finally get home and I was sick sick. I was miserable. My sweet Will was able to come home early last night so he was there when we got home. I always give him a huge hug and welcome when I first see him, and I was totally thrilled that he had come home early, but all I could say was, “yay! You’re home early! I’m sick!” and then ran to the bathroom.

Last night I took some Aleve (thank God for Aleve, the most amazing fever reducer, headache helper, and body ache killer), but still felt sick in my stomach. Will was eating an ice cream bar when the phone rang. He went to get it and I thought, “Maybe that would make me feel better.” Yeah, because ice cream is the best antibiotic, right? So, I took a bite (he had told me earlier, “Please don’t eat after me because I don’t want to get sick.” opps.) Anyway, I didn’t think I was contagious sick, I thought it was more of a Brittny internal thing- does that make sense?

We go to bed and at midnight Will totally scares me. He throws off the covers and runs to the bathroom. I think to myself, “Crap. He is going to be so mad at me.” He was up for over an hour with the yucks too. I was convinced I had made him sick, and so was he. This morning he was a little mad at me. I seriously did not mean to make him sick, like I said, I didn’t think i was contagious!

Anyway, I KNEW I was sick today because you’llnever in a million years guess what I did… yes… I went in a public bathroom.I was that desparate. Not once… Not twice… Three times. Wow. That is a huge and amazing feat for me. I need a T-Shirt that says, “I did my duty in an army bathroom.” I knew right then I was really sick because there was no other way I would let myself do that. That is the worst thing to do ever for me (I know, I’m weird). You are basically going to the bathroom in front of everyone in the same room. Okay, so they don’t see you, but they are still there to share the intimate moment with you. how awkward. I so wish I could tell you my bathroom story it is pretty funny, but I think I’m sharing enough right now and I would be even more embarrassed to tell you al that, so I’ll just skip that moment.

Today I actually had a lunch date! Yay! I went to lunch with the girl that I had met from my newcomers briefing. I had such a good time and I laughed the entire hour. It takes me a while to fully and totally open up to people I’ve just met, but for some reason I just let loose. Probably because it’s been so very long since I’ve had an Friend-HEI. I probably scared her with my friendliness. Anyway, I told her about my problem and she totally shocked me with a , “ME TOO!! I’ve had it for 2 weeks!!” 2 weeks!? I can’t have this junk for that long. I would have withered up and died by then. Apparently it is a form of dehydration. We just need to be drinking lots more water than we are now-a whole lot more!  I drink my 8 a day, but I know I need more, especially being in the desert. So, that is the cure. She said she had been drinking more water since yesterday and she still had it, so it was probably going to take another day or two for everything to clear out, especially since the yucks make you lose lots of water too. So, I’m pretty sure that is what I have too. That so sucks. That means I have to endure this for a few more days! I am going home and am going to drink 8 bottles of water. water is free here, so there is no reason why I shouldn’t be drinking more- except that I already pee once an hour as it is and only drink about 3 bottles at work.

I can’t wait to tell Will that is what he probably has too. He never ever drinks water, and I’m sure his body is not fully adjusted to the middle of nowhere desert camp yet. He drinks cokes all day, so I’m hoping that is what he has going on too. After I was in tears from talking about our recent public “bathroom and the yucks” experiences, I made her go to the PX with me to get some Imodium. I’m also not good at that. I know, that’s weird. I would nomally have to buy like 3 things along with the Imodium so I wouldn’t feel like people are staring at me thinking, “Look at that girl, she’s running all over the place and had to get some Immodium. heh. Sucks to be her!“, but I was so desperate that I just went and got it and hid it as we stood in line laughing about our preventable ailment. She is new too, so like me, so it was so nice to laugh with someone that literally was going through the same thing I was and having to deal with coworkers that just kept looking ta you weird everytime you get up to leave the room.

For example, I have to share the office with another dept apart from mine. Everytime I got up to use the bathroom today (I “went went” 3 times, but I have to go so much after drinking a bottle of water or two also) this lady kept asking me, “where are you going?” It wasn’t rude question the way she asked it, but it got annoying fast because first she is not in my department, and second it really isn’t a lot of her business. The last time she asked me I was so tempted to say, “Look here lady, I have fountain-like, thundering, explosive diarreha from not drinking enough water, and now I’m going to go unload myself on an innocent, unsuspecting toliet if you don’t mind. DO you want to come!!??” I really came close to saying that. I think she would have died from shock in her chair.

I haven’t fully unleashed my true self in the office yet I guess.

I can only pray things get better. I got a 1.5 liter of water to drink the rest of the day, I better be dried up like the Kuwait Desert by tomorrow dang it.

Okay, so now not only am I terribly shocked and embarrased that I decided to share that with you, but I’m sure you are all have this weird unsettled feeling now that you made it through my sick, disgusting blog.

I’m a weirdo, what can I say.

I might try and get some pictures up of our Qatar trip, they turned out great! We’ll see though.

Have a great day!

And DRINK LOTS OF WATER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DRINK LOTS OF WATER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DRINK LOTS OF WATER!

Hello Hello

Nothing great today, nothing at all. 

Really.

My boss has been out sick all week, so again I feel like a fish out of the aquariam, flopping around making small puddles, hoping that someone will put be where I belong. That is a whole post in itself, but I don’t feel like talking about that right now.

You’ll never guess what this guy said to me today! I thought I was going to lay on the floor and do 3 million crunches- after throwing up all over myself out of shock of course.

Okay, yesterday I met this guy my mom used to work with. He was nice, but had a strange sense of humor. Today my mom called me and told me he was going to stop by and drop something off that goes to her office. He came in and was nice and gave me what my mom needed, and

THEN…

THEN…

he told me I needed to go to the gym because my stomach was fat!!!

I gave him a look of shock and then he was like, “ ha ha, just kidding.”

First, I was totally mad that he would say that, and then- after the: “Who the crap does he think he is!? I am so going to buy a huge ice cream freaking sundae loaded with everything 3 times over and eat it in front of him, making disgusting noises and being sure to smear it all over my “fat stomach” while talking to “it” saying, “Does Brittny’s tummy like that!?” - I felt like crap!!

I can’t believe he had the audacity to say that to me. I wanted to shove my pen up his nose! I felt like one of those women that got asked when they were due when they were not pregnant at all.  I’m surprised another lady hasn’t killed him for being so blunt before today. What guy is stupid enough to say that!? He is obviously single still for a reason. I’m not fat at all, but I’m like most women that have areas I’d like to work on.  Anyway, that totally hurt my feelings! I think I’m still in shock.  I don’t even know what to think. Even if he was kidding (I don’t think he was), I don’t know him at all. I can’t believe he would say that. I’m sorry for obsessing over that, but I will be dwelling on that for the next 5 hours now. Wow. What a day. I can’t believe that!

I got my work email set up today! Yay! now I can get loads of emails from people telling me to do more work (total sarcasm in my excitement)! They flipping spelled my name wrong though. Brittney. I think there must be 13 different ways to spell my name. What is hilarious is that I spelled it out letter by letter to them as they were creating my account, yet they still missed it.

Amazing.

I usually don’t care at all because there are As and Es and Is inserted to my name all the time, but I thought it might get confusing to have the correct spelling on everything else and then the wrong spellling on my email. I feel bad for all you ladies that have crazy long last names. I’m sure they get spelled wrong all the time. I think after a certain point I would just be like, “yeah...whatever… that’s me.”

Like I said, pretty boring day.

I’m beginning to feel like sleep has become a waste. “Why bother,” I think, “I just have to get up in 4 hours anyway!”

Okay, I NEED sleep. In fact, on weekends I could be compared to a cat. I could sleep all day, but lately the idea of sleep jut ticks me off. That sounds so weird, but that was the very first thing I thought as I heard the alarm this morning. I seriously thought, “It’s like it [sleep] didn’t even matter.”

Will started his new schedule this week and it is excruciating. He works 4 14 hour days, PLUS lunch and a 3 hour drive (total time), so it works out to being at work 18 hours. Plus, he’s in the middle of no where. The “desert gem” camp (HAHA), where there is nothing but hot wind, lots of blowing sand, and big tents (I haven’t been there, I think there may be a few buildings set up, but mostly not). I think that adds to the misery and makes the days drag even longer.

He got home late last night, looking like he had been punched in both eyes. They were all black and droopy. After he said hello he said, “I have to do this all over again in 6 hours.” He took a quick shower and fell into bed fast asleep.That boggles my mind. He seriously did have to get up and do the same thing 6 hours later. I know tons of people do this everyday, but I am not used to it yet. There is no time for anything.

Sleep is just not long enough. I get up at 3:20 every morning. I had to tinkle at midnight last night (the old woman bladder thing), and usually I would think, “Ahhh, 6 and a half more hours of sleep.” Instead I got a sinking feeling in my stomach knowing I only had 3 hours and I grumbled the whole way to the bathroom and back, and then irritatingly went back to my “nap.” That’s sort of what it feels like (a nap). I know we are working towards a goal. I have to meditate on that each day and ask God to carry us through, but I have had such a shock getting used to the loooong days.

Sleep is just enough to make me mad now! I’m sure a lot of you all can relate.

The lady I’m riding with works 12 hours (that includes lunch), so I have to sit and wait for her another hour after I get off before we go home, which gets me there at 7. It has been frustrating. All I want to do is eat dinner, take a shower, and go to bed! I’m hoping when we move I’ll be able to find someone that goes in at 6 and leaves at 5. PLEASE!!

Anyway, that’s enough about sleep.  It’s just going to take time getting adjusted to the long days and the hot sun. My body tells my it is time to go home and see Will around 4:30, but I still have 3 hours to go (that includes a drive home). My body tells me it’s lunchtime at 9:00 since I ate breakfast at 4:15. (that may just be me though. I can eat at anytime, which is a problem!)

I’m all out of wack. I am going to have to adjust myself to this new schedule, especially Will’s long days (I think that’s the 3rd time I said that!). That will take some getting used to. I felt bad last night because I missed him so much that when he walked in the door, seriously exausted, I attacked him with excitement and love and lots and lots of chatter and questions. I know I probably bombarded him, but as I said earlier this is a new schedule for both of us and I’m used to having a few awake hours with him at night, but now I just have the sleeping hours! 

Thank God for my mom. She has picked me up everyday this week. If she didn’t I would get home an hour later. It has been nice because I am so close to their apartment, but when I move, I won’t have anyone to take me home on time, which will be very depressing. that means if my ride stays an hour of over time, I have to too. Kind of sucks. She picked me up again tonight because in the middle of the afternoon my ride told me, “by the way, you need to find a different way home.”

Great.

It’s not that easy because I really don’t know anyone here yet, so finding rides has been a huge pain. My boss is supposed to coordinate all that, but from what I’ve seen you’re on your own a lot. Sigh…

I know Will won’t be here until late, but I can get everything ready for tomorrow so when he finally does come home and is awake for 15 minutes, I will cherish it.
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As for other things… Today I saved Kuwait. Okay, so that is a HUGE exaggeration, but let me say it anyway. I went to the bathroom this morning and as I turned the knob on the facet to wash my hands, the whole handle broke off in my hand. The water was on full blast and splashing up on me as I tried to think what I should do.

This place is a ghost town in the morning. I was on my own. I was thinking, “I could just walk out and leave the water- an important thing in the desert- keep flowing none the wiser to what had just happened.” I’m sure most people that truly know me would agree I’m good at being oblivious. “Or, I could figure out how to fix the faucet, being the skilled plumber I am.” I tried to screw the handle on, only for it to fall off. The water is continuing to splash all over me, but I was in plumbing mode. Nothing was going to stop me from fixing that freakin’ faucet handle. I try just pushing it on, only for it not to fit. Then I start my goofy worrying, “What if I can’t fix it!?” I would feel so bad if it ran for an hour or two until someone finally came to fix it. What if Kuwait ran out of water and then they were on a hunt to find the person that drained the reserves!? They would find me, tucked behind my desk contently looking at a book, having no clue I was about to be taken in for questioning. Okay, obviously I was overreacting big time, but I did sort of amuse myself with the above thoughts as I struggled to force the stupid handle on the attachment thingy (such great plumbing jargon). 

After a couple of minutes it almost became fun, like a frustrating puzzle that would feel so great to finally solve. I did some more twisting and placing and whatever else and it finally snapped into the right screw or whatever and shut the water off. What a good feeling. I looked at myself in the mirror and gave an approving nod, as if I was doing it to someone other than myself or something (what a dork). I dried my pants off and made sure I had no plumber’s crack (okay, stupid, I know. I’m just kidding), and went out the door. I thought about checking to see if it worked, but I was sure it would only hold up another time or two. Oh well, at least I tried and the water won’t run out.

I felt pretty proud of the minor “nothing” I had done this morning, so please just let me bask in the moment. I have had few highlights to my days since I’ve started working, so I have to look for the little things.

I went back to the bathroom this afternoon and the stupid facet was back in the sink. So much for my amatuer plumbing. Oh well.

Anyway, I’m about to take the day off and get totally ready for bed so when Will comes we can have a little while to talk.

Have a good afternoon! <3

Yes girls, that’s right. Let me be alone a few days.

It’s moving day tomorrow.

Ahhhh....
Music to my ears.

We got the day off to move our stuff to our new place. I’m hoping it will only take a few trips in the car, and then we’ll be able to unpack and enjoy the weekend, as a married couple again.

It’s crazy to think that a third of our year was spent cohabitating with parental figures.

Yeah, THAT doesn’t make for awkward situations.

I do have to admit though, that it will be strange not having 50 million people around all the time. It will seem weird having just our clothes to wash and not 36 other white t-shirts that look just like Will’s. It will be weird having to make dinner when I get home after a long day from work. It will be weird not having to say, “I wish we could have the TV for a few minutes!” or “I really don’t want to eat that, do you think she’ll be mad if we get fast food and bring it back?”

There will be a lot of things that will seem weird this weekend as we are able to wholly enjoy eachother for the first time in half a year.... but I’m sure I’ll manage.

As for other things going on in my working life? nothing seems to be working in this working life, but I’m sure it will start to piece together in good time. I actually met a little friend today, so that made me happy. No more getting Subway alone and eating in the office.

Yes, I am a dork.

Remind me to tell you a story that happened to me yesterday. It was one of those moments when I wish one of you was there to give me a play-by-play on all the action. Maybe I’ll post that one tomorrow.

Until then, I will be enjoying the fact that I can walk around in my bra if I want to, be on the toliet only to realize I have no toliet paper and be able to yell down the hall, “Hey! I’m on the crapper and don’t have any TP!!!!!!!” I’ll be able to sit and watch hours of mindnumbing BBC food with absolutely no guilt for hogging the TV from everyone else. i will enjoy having the little time I have with Will all to myself (finally) again.

Repeat.

Repeat.

Repeat.

Have a great day all.

Well, I was in the middle of the deepest and most thought provoking post I’ve ever created only to have it wiped away, leaving nothing but one paragraph.

Frustration was the first thought to came to mind, followed by many others.

“Do I want to try to recreate the pouring out of my soul before the entire Nest Community?” I thought about it, and the answer is no. I couldn’t do it justice and it can’t be done twice. How irritating.

So, today you are stuck with low quality crap.

After the thought I had put into the previous post, that is all I have left to share. A huge paragraph of me talking of nothing but crap.

What a trade-off. My sister went to a Kuwaiti optometrist today. I am wondering how it went, because- as much as I dread the idea- I think I’m going to have to pay him a vist. What a goof. Millions of people are terrified of the dentist, or a “real” doctor. Me? I’m scared ot the optometrist. I am so weird.

I hate going to the optometrist because it is so far from an exact science and I, BRITTNY, have the huge burden and pressure of diagnosing myself. That could be compared to Helen Keller becoming a hair stylist. You should all know by now that this is dangerous for any person, especially a doctor, to give me this amount of power. Really, you are doing his (or her) job for him. No pressure Britty- it’s just your eye sight!

I am such a freaking over achiever. I don’t mean to, and don’t realize it, but I TRY to do well when I have an eye exam. I was the annoying kid you always hated in school because I always went the extra mile. Yes, I am a strange. Who does that (trying to succeed on a eye test)!!!?? Seriously. Like I said, I don’t mean to, but I just try to answer the guy’s questions. It’s like the eye SATS or something and I want a good score. What a weirdo.

I’ve probably needed contacts for years and will never know until I am using Lysol for hairspray one day.

Want to hear something even MORE terrible (as if THAT wasn’t weird enough)? Lyna- you’ll love this. I have had no-line bifocals for two years and I still can’t work them the right way. How complicated can they be!!!? It probably doesn’t help that I insisted on the narrowest frame simply because I like the way the looked and they were barely able to fit a no line bifocal on them. I refused to have the old lady line on my glasses, I had to have a no-line, making even more difficult to distinguish the small change in prescription (it’s not a real strong number, so that adds to it). Yeah, because it’s not important to be able to see, it’s all about looking good when you are staring at a computer screen.

I’ve started wearing my glasses a lot more. I don’t know if its because all I do is stare either at a computer screen or a TV all day or simply because of the fact that my eyes are getting weaker, but I don’t want to find out. I really don’t want to have to go to the optometrist. Its really a waste of time for me because the guy will tell me I have eyes like an eagle and I’m good to go. Maybe I should have saved my “Call me Monica Gellar-Bing” post for today- she was a massive perfectionist. She probably had eye doctor issues too.Do you want to know the funniest an most ironic thing about my eye complex? My mom worked for an optometrist for 4 years. How funny.

As for other things… that was in my failed post. So sad. I’m sorry to go on and on about that. I’ll stop. Just a lazy day. Will and I are saving money for our trip, so we just hung around today. I am getting so very excited about our trip and I can’t wait to tell you all about it!

I did some deep soul sharing in the erased post, and here I just did some embarrassing sharing. Oh the things we settle for.

Finally “Friday!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh what an exciting day...( )

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

“So, do you do your own hair?”

Silence.

Crickets.

I’m dying here!

“Uh, yes, I do. But not the back.”

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

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

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

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

Too much to handle right?… Not so much.

Have a good hump day.

It’s me again. The normal Brittny you are used to, posting about the daily exciting/monotonous events in a Kuwaiti apartment.

I’m back.

I guess I never really left, but you get my drift.

So, how could I begin today’s post without giving a shout out to my awesome nestie friends? I couldn’t. Thank you Sara, Renee, Tish, Jenny, and Christina for your encouraging feedback. This sounds funny, but I feel like I know you all from reading your blogs. Is that weird? Probably. Oh well, I’m a nest addict. I admit it. I have a serious problem. Can you blame me? What else do I have to do all day? Okay, anyway, thanks for your genuine and heartfelt feedback. I wish I could post a note on thanks on each of your blogs today, but since it’s “Friday” here I thought I should try and get off quickly so I can actually hang out with this guy I call my husband. His name is Will and I get to see him occasionally. 

I got to go grocery shopping today. Yesssssss. One of the sad sad realities I am facing. I actually get dressed “up” and look forward to a trip to one of the good old Sultan Centers. What has this world come to?

I want to complain about the cost of everything today, but I won’t- except this one thing, I promise! My sister needed some Skintimate shave gel. It was almost 8 US dollars! I almost choked on my gum! Okay, no more of that.

So ever since my foot surgery this March (for a inspiring recap you can look read my daily frustrations in the archive) I have become quite the louse. I wasn’t able to exercise until the beginning of May and even then I was only able to do it 20 minutes, not over exerting anything. So I decided I would go big or go home- I went home. I had been kicking butt up until my surgery, jogging 3 miles every other day, but I gave myself full permission to sit around and lift the remote for the last few months.

Well, the past 2 weeks I got tired of seeing the permanent hail storm of no return on my butt, so I decided it was time to suck it up and work my petrified stiff toe back to its normal bend. It has really sucked.

I can only go abot 30 minutes and my toe is cursing my name all along the way.

I don’t know why I told you all that whole block of information, especially since I just talked about needing to get off fast. Anyway, my main point today was how I was totally mad at myself today because I was able to have a pretty good workout, but then I give myself a license to eat whatever I want, which not only cancels my exercising out, but also plays tricks on my mind because as I’m reaching for the 5th cookie I’m thinking to myself, “Well.. I worked out today. I deserve it.“ Deserve it!? Deserve what!? Another hail dent on my butt? I think not.

I don’t know why I do that. Its all in my head. I burned 300 calories so I can eat 600 more. Hmmm, if only things worked that way! Guys are the worst too. They can eat everything but the dining room table and keep a normal figure. What’s up with that?

I sure do seem to talk alot about food in my blog. Sorry. I guess ever since my surgery I haven’t fully gotten back to my healthy lifestyle. Instead I eat what I want and then complain about it the whole next 4 hours. Much like I am now.