Just a typical “Saturday” for me today…

I went to bed extremely late last night because I have learned it is a lot harder to have friends while you are away as compared to when you are living near them. I had like 4 quality emails to respond to. My morning began at 6:00 this morning, as does every Thursday morning because that is one of two agreed upon days in which Will’s family calls. It is really hard to find a good time for both of us because of the time difference, so we get the early morning and they get the late night. Will had went to be around 7:30 last night, so we was ready to be awake and talk.

I wasn’t.

After he got off the phone, we talked for a little bit and I’m sure I promised that he could get a brand new truck soon plus ungodly amounts of sex, but I don’t remember any of it because I was almost totally asleep.

Will finally goes back to sleep with me, and around 10:30 our wake up call is my mom calling my cell phone from her bedroom to remind me I have an appointment at noon. How silly- you could just knock you know.

So I hurry and get around and me, my sister, and mom all head to Al-Fanar for eyebrow appointments. I like where we go because it is a trendy little salon and I feel confident that when I need to get highlights they won’t screw it up. My sister went first and then I went. I specifically told the lady that I don’t like getting waxed above my eyebrows. I thought she udnerstood- but she didn’t.

I was pretty mad but it was too late. I didn’t say anything because she had already ripped the hair from the top. I hate that!

So anyway, I think she misunderstood me because she did the top and skipped the middle in between my brows. How complicated can this process be? Oh well, so much for that confidence. She did a really good job, other than the waxing the top ordeal.

Anyway, so then my sister has been wanting to get more makeup so we go to MAC. I have a confession and there’s no nice way to put it. I am a lip gloss sleaze. It is a terrible vice.

I love tinted lip gloss. If I had to pick one cosmetic other than mascara to wear for the rest of my life and no others I think it would have to be some sort of lip product. I’m a big dork when it comes to this stuff. Here’s a pointless side story that I will bother you with.

I carry carmex chapstick around in my hoodie all day around the house. I even have it on the nightstand in case I need it in the middle of the night (how weird). Well, last night I was so tired that I just landed in bed, chapstick and all. I felt it slip out of my pocket in the middle of the night because it was poking my back, so for some thoughtless reason I just shoved it under my pillow and went to sleep. This morning I woke up and it was gone. I complained about it all afternoon. Will is used to this occurance. I have lost more lip sticks and lip glosses than an army of models. He just rolls his eyes and doesn’t even care to help me anymore. (I tend to be a little scatterbrained as it is anyway, so losing things is a common thing in our house)

Anyway, back on track… we go to MAC. My sister picks out this pretty eyeliner and this beautiful “bronzie” lipgloss. It is so pretty, but I totally disregard it because not only do I have lip gloss issues, I also have problems with going outside of one color.

So I buy this really pretty shimmery pink called flashmode. I love it. I stick it in my purse- right next to a Clinique color that looks exactly the same. I’m not kidding. Why do I do this? We’ll go on because this stupid story gets better.

So them my sister wants to get foundation, so we head to Clinique. I love Clinique lipgloss. They are so pretty. I see about 4 shades I want- all but 1 are pink- but am proud of my self control. My mom, however, trying to be nice picks up one she knows I adore and buys it. I am very appreciative but also annoyed because I literally have 2 more of the exact same color back in my lip stick bag- which is about the size of a small suit case.

How in the world can I let myself do this? I know you all don’t care, but I really annoyed myself today after looking through all of my lip sticks and stuff: pink diamonds, pink silk, pink ruffle, pink shimmer, stike-a-pose rose, kissyfit, airkiss… the list goes on and on and on.

How can I be so monolipglossed? I wasn’t as excited about my new purchases when I put them next to all of my other stuff and they just looked the same. Oh well, live and learn. I made P promise me that next time we went shopping for makeup that I am not allowed to look at pink shades and I need to branch out more.  A lot more!

I am so sure you all enjoyed hearing about my strange lip stick antics. Sorry, but I never realized that I had “issues” with lip color. I have other shades, but they are drowned out by my pinks. Anyway…

We got home and Will (surprise surprise) was playing Madden and was so excited for me to join him. I know how much he loves playing, so I try to be excited and play too- but I just don’t get into like he does. I tell him I think they put subliminal messages in the game that tells girlfriends and wives to take a nap or leave their significant other alone to play their game all day, because I am either sleepy each time we play or seriously bored. I have to admit, I’ve been having a good time playing lately because I’ve been doing really well, so it makes it much more bearable.

This evening we decided to go out for supper. We went to Buffaloes, this southwest cafe. I always like it because it reminds me of home.

We got home a little while ago and have just sort of sat around. I jumped into bed to get into my pajamas tonight and found my carmex, which ventured to the bottom of the bed. At least Will can’t say I’m always losing stuff!

That’s about it for my day off. Sorry I went on and on about my stupid lip gloss derrangements. What a goof. Have a good day. <3

I love Will, but we definitely have to work on our nonverbal communication skills.

I used to be a big Mad About You fan when the show was on. Paul and Jamie were so fun together. There is a specific episode in which I draw today’s post. In it, Paul and Jamie are at a party and have split up to talk to other people. They have these “couple signals“ to give eachother incase they are in a boring or sticky situation. For example, if they ran their fingers through their hair it meant something like, “Get me out of here, I’m dying!“ They had a few more, but you get my point. Anyway, Paul ends up telling this lady their secret signals not knowing it is some big producer that he wants to work for. Jamie ends up talking to her later and ferociously starts running her fingers through her hair to Paul, who is across the room. Busted. Paul didn’t get the gig.

Anyway, I recap that entire episode because I watched it pre-marriage. I think all men should have to watch this episode. As you will see, Will missed it.

Tonight we were all sitting around the table eating supper. We sat around eating and talking for almost two hours. I’m dying here. Not only because I’ve been sitting at the table for 2 hours, but because my parents may as well have escorted me to the asylum with their talk about my whole job situation. They went over it over and over and over and.... you get my point. My right eye is twitching with frustration. My dad says something that just pushes me over the edge, so I do “it.“ The signal. It wasn’t a signal we have ever discussed but I figured any normal breathing person can figure out what it means.

I slowly slide my leg over and give Will a little kick.

“Ow! What did you kick me for!?“

My thoughts: You are blowin’ it! What are you doing letting me out to dry! Thanks hun!

“Nothing,“ I say nonchalantly.

Paused silence at the dinner table. “Did I say something?“ my dad asks.

“No, dad.“

Will then says, “I’m not saying anything else for the rest of the night,“ thinking I kicked him because of something he had said. (sigh) How hard can this be?

So conversation resumes for another 15 minutes and continues to be about work related issues that deal with me. I’m freaking out by this point and am ready to scream. Then someone says something that just is icing on the cake at this point, so if I don’t give Will a “Can you believe they just said that“ kick under the table I am going to lose it.

I go in, slowly and carefully. Kick.

“What did I do, Britt!?“

My sister, who understand what these “kicks“ mean ( I should have been kicking her instead of Will tonight apparently- it would have kept me out of trouble) has an entire conversation with me through the “look.“ I’m sure you know what I’m talking about. If you have a sister you’ve had these “discussions“too.  It basically said, “I can’t believe he doesn’t get that you’re trying to tell him you are annoyed with the comments!“

So then it doesn’t matter because everyone knows I was annoyed with the comment.

“Don’t you know that when you kick someone after another person says something it is a quiet signal! You AREN’T supposed to say anything. It is a way for a wife to tell her husband something without having to say it. I means, ‘We’ll talk about this later,’ or ‘I can’t believe she just said that!’ I figured you would understand. If I wanted everyone to know I was upset i would have nudged your elbow on the table so everyone could see.“

So much for being discrete.

We will have to work on this nonverbal stuff.

While washing dishes this afternoon I came to a realization based on a conversation I had with Will earlier that morning. I think our husbands have somehow joined forces to totally throw all women off. I don’t know where and I don’t know how, but somehow it has happened.

I can’t even tell you how many men, especially older men, have joked with me about how their wives “steal“ all their money, or how their paycheck “goes straight to the wife.“ I have to believe you all have heard these little comments at one time or another. I mean if you’ve ever watched the Jetsons you watch Jane take her husband’s entire wallet as the show begins. Even Will makes little “jokes“ about how expensive I am and this and that- especially since I am currently unemployed!

So, now on to my theory.

I am fully convinced these comments are a ploy to get us off of our game and really believe we are the expensive ones in the relationship- but I beg to differ! I love clothes, make-up… fun stuff that doesn’t require an organ donation to get. Will’s gifts, however, are super pricey! From my gift-giving experience, guys have the most expensive hobbies! What do we have? (Okay I’m about to be stereotypical) We scrapbook, or paint, garden… our hobbies aren’t expensive! I can’t believe I fell for this for so long!

Today Will bought a 3 1/2 inch piece of shiny cardboard that could have fed a starving Mormon family for 2 months (I say Mormon because they stereotypically have like 15 kids or something). The SP Authentic Eli Manning Rookie Card. To most women, this means absolutely nothing, but to the avid card collector this is like the Holy Grail of the 2005 SP collection. To me, it is a huge headache.

Will has been collecting this set all year, which is one of the most expensive sets in recent history. It hasn’t been that big of a deal because we haven’t been able to afford the “good player’s” cards. We still can’t really, but Will thought otherwise.

I get an email yesterday from him showing me the card he is wanting to bid on with a note that simply said, “I figured you would want to see this!“ (Like I’m SOOOO into this card thing) I really try to be supportive of this hobby, though I totally do not totally understand it. Well, I really figured he wouldn’t win, so I was like, “Hey! That’s a cool card! I would love for you to have it!“ How dumb.

He won it this morning.

Now, I knew it was going to be expensive, but I don’t think I was prepared for the actual number. He called this morning all excited about his new treasure, and of course I was excited for him. I had just woke up and was still a little unaware to what was going on, until he asked me, “Guess how much it cost!“ So, as much as I hate this game, I humor Will and play along.

I throw out a number. It’s high, but I am willing to go higher.

“Nope.“

I’m feeling a little surprised, but I know this card is pretty expensive. I go up a couple hundered.

“Nope.“

So at this point I am joking on my TMJ mouthguard I sleep in (I’m a dork I know). “Just tell me, sweetie,“ I say in my most supportive voice. I wish he hadn’t told me.

He has been so great through this transistion and really deserved this card, but I do not see AT ALL spending that much money on a little piece of cardboard that is part of a collection. You keep it, you never sell a card like this, so it’s like ,“This baby is worth X amount of dollars- but it doesn’t matter because I’m going to hide it away in a safety deposit box so no one ever knows I have it but me.“ This card was sooo worth it.

Women are so different. In general (I’m speaking for myself mostly I guess), if I’m going to spend that much money it is going ot be on a lot more than just one thing, and it will be something I can display or wear- it will not be hidden away for little glimpses each time we go to the bank.

Boys… they are so confusing.

So, as I finished the dishes I realized how pricey the card actually was and how I am just going to have to swallow this bitter pill and support Will on this one, but just know… I’m on to you Mr. Will. I know your conspired ways. We women know what you are doing and, we know the truth.

Ha Ha, have a good day.

<3

The last few days of my life can best be compared to the following story.

When I was in junior high my parents took me, my sister, and one of her friends to Frontier City (our state’s version of Six Flags). It was a fun day, we were all having a good time and didn’t have to wait in a million lines because it was late Spring. We were having a fun morning and around noon decided to sit and eat an overpriced amusement park meal that costs as much as a steak at Chilis but is about as big as a McDonald’s kids meal. Anyway, we load up on chicken strips and fries and chocolate shakes and are feeling good and ready to hit the park for the rest of the day. We do some walking around and come to the ride that changed my life- the Tilt-A-Whirl.

One of the greatest rides, yet the cause of my demise. My sister begs us to go with her, so along with her friend I decide to ride. We prepare to get in, and my sister begs to be in the middle, even though her friend is already sitting there. I ignore her and tell her to sit across from me. Of course she grumbles but does it anyway. The ride starts and we start spinning mildly. Well, if you have ever been on one of these you know that each seat controls their own little wheel that lets you spin really fast and out of control, so I get that thing going. We are having a great time and we are spinning so fast I’m surprised we didn’t take off. About that time my sister starts telling me to stop because she isn’t having fun anymore, which of course being a big obnoxious sister these words are interpreted as, “More! I want more spinning!” So, I give the girl what she wants. She continues to tell me to stop and that her stomach hurts, yet I continue to ignore her and keep turning that stupid wheel. All of a sudden her face changes and this tiny 2nd grader barfs everywhere. Things came out of this little girl that were unfathomable. It was a mess and was everywhere. My stupid spinning didn’t help....at all… trust me…

That is the best way to explain what is happening here. Everything is a huge Tilt-A-Whirl mess. I don’t even know where to begin.

Yesterday I found out some really bad news. Supposedly I won’t be able to get a working visa until I am 23. That not only means that I won’t be able to work for the company that I really want to, but there is a good chance I won’t be able to work anywhere! The absolute earliest I could apply for a visa would be in Janurary of the year I turn 23. Do you know what this news means? If this really is true, Will and I may have to live with my parents that long.

Will told me over the phone yesterday when he found out, and I was really strong for him because I knew he was really busy. I was doing really well. I just sat at the desk with the phone in my hands. Breathing. Trying to tell myself I was going to be okay, but then I lost it. I sat on the bed and just cried. I feel so much frustration right now. Will and I have planned our financial future on BOTH of us working here for three years and going home and not staying here a minute longer. Things sure are shaken up now. We can’t live with my parents that long. I just sat there and cried and wondered what my purpose was and what God’s plan was for me, because as of now it makes no sense… I just have to trust. That can be hard when I actually have to DO it and not just SAY it. ...It was a totally emotional day. One of the worst in a very long time. I was a mess.

I am trying to stay positive because there is one last glimmer of hope, which I am going to cling to until I hear otherwise. I was contacted by another place for a job last week. I contacted that person and he was really busy, but he took down my number and was going to contact me about scheduling a meeting. I just hope he remembers. I hate placing my future in the hands of someone else, especially when they are busy and jotting my number down on a napkin. I don’t care though, as long as I can get a job SOMEWHERE and start working towards a goal.

So, that is my last hope. That is all I have job wise really until Janurary and maybe as late as my birthday. If I get the job I was talking about I will continue to be on my visitor visa and just leave the country every few months for a few days and get a new one, which is a pain but will SO be worth it if I can get a job and get our own place. PLEASE call me, guy, so I can start working!!!

I will keep you updated, I pray it is good news this week.

In a weird way, tonight was a little symbolic of my life right now. We went to Applebees for dinner and then came home. My dad decided to go across the street and get a hair cut while we went upstairs. We got in the elevator and as we got to our floor we all realized we didnt’ have a key, so we had to go back downstairs and wait for my dad. We went outside by the pool and just hung out. My sister jokingly made the comment that we should jump in because it was so hot. You guys have to know me- that is NOT like me. I have too many inhibitions to just do something “crazy” like that (especially in a place like this!), but for some reason I agreed. We held hands, ran, and dived in, clothes and all. (Will got a picture, I’ll have to post it when it is developed) It was the greatest feeling I’ve had in a long time. I just let go and went in. I felt this crazy freedom. It just felt good to do something different. How true for me. I guess I just need to dive in and trust God that the water is going to be perfect and all of this is going to workout- somehow and in a way that only He can do it.

It was freezing when we got out, and going into the air conditioned building was miserable. I took a warm shower and put cozy sweats on. I never thought I would say I was COLD here.

Anyway, that is the story of me right now. I am hoping I’ll get news tomorrow, but it may take a few days. I’ll keep you posted on this crazy Tilt-A-Whirl of a ride that is my life.

I’ve had lots of time to think lately. I’ve thought about 5 million different things since I’ve been here. How my life is totally different, what I REALLY want to do with the rest of my life… lots of things. One thing I’ve thought about lately is how my life will be totally different after this is all over.

Do you ever feel like you are just starting from scratch? That is how I feel right now. I feel like my score has been cleared to zero and I am starting all over again in so many things. One big thing I feel like I’m starting over in is life in Oklahoma. When Will and I get back, so many things will have changed. I feel like I am totally starting over there when I haven’t even really begun.

Friends are such a funny thing sometimes. I have thought about them a lot too, and I totally feel like I am starting on zero on that department. I remember right after I graduated high school I “just knew” I would keep in contact with my close friends. Now, I only keep in contact with one on a fairly continual basis- a 4 or 5 times a year. That seems so strange to me. I guess it is our own fault, but its also because we changed and became different. We grew up and missed things in each other’s lives. I mean, when we get together we just seem to pick up where we left off, which seems like how a true friendship should be, but we have missed out on so many little day to day things that affect a person that it is difficult to stay close when so much time elapses.  That is kind of where I feel like I am right now. I feel like I am starting all over again.

It is so strange. Since I have moved, I have heard from my best friend only 2 times. We talked everyday before I left and it just seems so weird to be reduced to one time every few weeks or something. I know she is busy with things, but I guess I have learned a lot about friendship and how sometimes something like a move can make someone totally move on leave another behind. I’m not naive, I knew things would change eventually and there was a good chance we would not be near as close after all this was over, I guess I was just surprised it happened so fast. I sort of feel like I have lost my friends to a certain degree. Obviously I have lost them in the sense I can’t call them up and say, “Hey! Meet me at the mall in 30 minutes,“ but I feel like all of this time that is going to pass by in our lives is going to make things totally different when I come back to the point where I will have to “start over“ meeting friends. Do I sound crazy? Maybe. But maybe someone that has moved to a different city can relate to starting over too. I don’t think my thoughts are too far fetched, but then again I think about and overanalyze just about anything I am faced with, so maybe I’m not a good judge.

Thinking of all of these things has made me want a “Lori.“ Lori is my mom’s best friend in the whole world. They shared an apartment together when they were going to college. They have the funniest stories about their few years together. I can still cry from laughing when my mom tells her stories. She was my mom’s MOH and was there the day I was born… she was just always there when she and my mom were younger. Time and and many states have separted them for a long time now, but they are still so very close. They are kindred spirits. My mom knows she can always always always count on Lori because they have this intense and incredible friendship. I thought I had found my “Lori,“ but now I’m not so sure. Okay, I’m positive.

This move has truly been a growth period for me. Whether I have enjoyed it or not, I have grown a lot and pondered many things. I never realized the importance of a good friend until I have been stripped of having any, not knowing a soul besides my family in a huge new world. Maybe all of this time has really helped me realized how I need to work on being a good Lori before I am able to have a Lori of my own. Making sense? Who knows, but I hope so.

I just needed to sort my thought out in my blog today, so thanks for listening

I had an Alice in Wonderland moment today when everything that is right is wrong and what you would expect something to be is not what you are expecting at all.

Before we moved, my insurance would not allow me to get the rest of my birth control prescription filled so I could take everything over with me, which had me in a panic because the greatest thing a woman can do in this country is pop out kids- and we all know what I think of that right now. So, I have been on my last pack biting my nails and dreading my appointment to the OBGYN because I just KNEW he or she would make me put my feet in those freakin’ stirups for the exams we all love.

My appointment was at 10:15 today and it wasn’t bad at all- it was just weird. You pay as you go at the private clinics here. You have to pay for everything up front before you can be treated or they won’t treat you. My mom’s boss was having a heart attack and had to be taken to the hospital but first had to fill out 5 pages of paper work and pay for each next step before he could move on during his crazy experience. He could be dying here! Can we please get some help!?

Anyway, so I pay for the appointment and get right in. It was a nice Kuwaiti woman which made me breathe a sigh of relief. I told her my situation and she said the magic words, “You don’t need an exam since it hasn’t been a year yet.“ Bless You! So then she whips out a pack of pills and explains them to me which made me get all confused. You DO NOT need a prescription to get birth control in Kuwait! Isn’t that SOOOO weird? Promiscuity is taboo here. Many families will make their future daughter inlaw get a validation of their virginity before they will give their son in marriage, but you can go pick up a pack of pills at the local drug store. How weird, you’d think if anything the US would do it that way and Kuwait would do it our way. Not only that, but from what I hear it is really cheap too. You can get a month of birth control for about 9 bucks- that is without insurance. How wild. The funniest thing is that if you have a flippin’ yeast infection you have to get an exam before you can get a prescription to pick up some 1 day Monistat! Now THAT would be enjoyable. That is EXACTLY what I want to do when I have a yeast infection, have a 55 year old woman exam the problem. Lovely.

Anyway, they also only have 2 different kinds- a .3 and a.15 combination pill. I took a.2 in the states so the doctor had me freaking out about going to a lower dose. I hope my body doesn’t freak out. She told me to make the switch from my current pills to the new ones a certain way, and the box said to make the switch a totally different way. Who knew taking a tiny pill would cause so much frustration!

So I’m sure you all wanted to know the dark corners of my birth control life,but it was so weird and seemed totally opposite from what I was expecting. I guess I will stock up on the pill so I’ll be ready when I come home!

Tonight was by far, hands down, bar none my best night in Kuwait thus far.

Tonight my parents took us to the Kon Tiki restaurant. I have to say, this meal ranked up there with my wedding day. It was that good.

The Kon Tiki is right next to the largest wooden ship in the world- it is SOO beautiful! We wanted to go tour the ship, but they were having a private party so we couldn’t go.

The whole area was so very beautiful and lush with little water falls and walkways. There was a smaller ship in front of the main one, so we walked around there and got a few good pictures I’ll have to post when I get my film developed.

After I made my starving family pose for 53 pictures, we finally went into the restaurant and got our seats. The atmosphere was so awesome. It is a Polynesian restaurant, so it was all wooden and tribal. It was really cool. The restaurant actually sits underneath the ship we were walking and taking pictures on, so it was cool to see the huge space it took up downstairs.

Do you ever eat like you will not be given food for the rest of the week only to realize that you really WILL be able to eat but by then it’s already too late? That is probably the best way to describe my carnage tonight. I ate so good today and have really been trying to be careful what I put in my body, but for some reason these rules and practices became nullified as soon as I got into the car.

Alcohol is outlawed in Kuwait, so you can see grown men “belly up to the bar“ to order a shot of milk. So, they have all of the fancy drinks you can get in the states, but all without alcohol. So, we all got “drinks.“ I got a strawberry daquri which was so delicious. We also got little mini appetizers “compliments of the chef“ when we first got there and they were so good! It was a little pineapple chunk and a shrimp in a spicy but sweet chili sauce. I ate mine and Will’s because he doesn’t like shrimp. THEN Will and I have been craving crabcakes since we’ve been here, so we ordered that as an appetizer. I ate one of those. THEN they bring you this array of breads- I did pretty bad there, so I won’t confess to all of the damage.Then came the main course. (It is safe to say I was a total glutton tonight)

Will and I got the same thing. It was this sweet chicken- dyed pink!! It was sooo fun! Pink is one of my favorite colors, so I was tempted to take a picture, but I thought that would be a little over the top- plus who wants a reminder of the eating binge they went on the night before? Not me.

I didn’t eat much of that (I know you must be shocked) because they didn’t take the skin off of the chicken, which is a huge pet peeve of mine. I have found that few restaurants do here. Anyway, our dinner came with the best rice ever! It was coconut rice. It was the sweetest and most incredible rice I have ever had. Next time I think I will just order a bowl of that and skip all of the gorging on everything else.

So, by now I am about to throw up all over the table but specific satisfaction sets in. I learned about this phenomenon in one of my health classes. Specific Satisfaction occurs when your brain is full of one type of food, but hungry for another. That is why you always seem to have room for dessert even thought there is absolutely NO room in your stomach. So, of course you all know me and I just nicely thanked the waiter and told him no thanks to dessert. Ha Ha. That’s a laugh.

I have to say, and I think Will would agree, this dessert could be compared to our wedding night. Okay, so I’m sure you all wanted to know that- but I’m telling you it was the most incredible thing I’ve ever eaten. We got Passion Fruit cheesecake, but it was unlike anything I have ever had- it didn’t even LOOK like cheesecake. It was this cheesecake looking round top, like a scoop of icecream that sat on the most incredible chocolate orange type flat crust I have ever had in my life. It was like air. It was amazing. I wish I could fedex you all some so you would believe me and not think I’m a total fatty for eating everything as if it were on fire. This guy at the table next to us got ice cream, but they served it on these huge ice blocks- it was really cool.

Okay, so my entire blog is about gluttony and food and calories. I feel miserable right now. I ate SO much. I am definitely going have to watch it the next week so I can go back to my equilibrium. If you’ve ever seen Charlotte’s Web just imagine the scene with Templeton rolling around after his huge eating spree and that would be a pretty accurate picture of me, but tonight’s dinner- OOOOOhhhhh it was so worth it

Ah, Father’s Day. So much I could write on this holiday…

Since Sunday is a work day, we went ahead and celebrated on Friday. We went to Chilis and then to an IMAX movie at the Scientific Center. It was a lot of fun.

I better go ahead and disclaimer this post because I’m about to let loose… you have been warned!

I have to admit, if it wasn’t for my mom and dad, I would totally vote to ban this holiday as well as Mother’s Day from the face of the Earth (for a while at least). There are something in these holidays that bring out the idiot in people.

Mother’s Day and Father’s Day come with attached questions that seem to be permissible since they are asked on these special days. I have to believe that I am not alone in what I am saying! I think you all know where I am going with this one…

Will and I have been married for barely a year yet anytime these 2 holidays come around, the Spanish Inquistion begins:

“So when are you two lovebirds going to be able to celebrate this holiday?”

“You two better get working on that baby so you can celebrate next year.”

“When are you two planning to have little ones? You have been married for a year, right?”

AGHHHHHHH! Since when it is required that you become pregnant as soon as you get married? Can’t people think of ANY better questions to ask!? Its like, when you graduate high school for the next 3 months you get, “So, where are you going to college?” And then you go to college and you get, “So, what are you planning to do when you graduate?” Then, you find someone and get married and the next day and for the rest of you adult life to the point of menopause you get, “C’mon I want to squeeze some baby cheeks the next time I see you two!” People! Where is you sense of imagination?! Ask us anything! Anything at all, but why does that seem to be the nature of progression in the lives of just married adults?

I guess I missed that whole conversation in our premarital counseling.

I want kids… in like 28 years or something (okay maybe not that long), but currently it is the furthest thing from my mind! Apparently growing as husband and wife and developing a life long solid relationship is not the ONLY thing you do in the first few years of marriage. According to everyone my parent’s age and older you have to have 12 kids and own a silver minivan. Where in the world am Iiving!? I know like maybe 8 people in thie entire country yet I STILL got the dreaded Father’s Day Conception Question!

I am voting that Will and I send a thoughtful card, take our dads to eat on Saturday, and become hermits when Sunday rolls around. I am anti mother’s and father’s day unless it pertains to our own parents. So, next May , when mother’s day rolls around. my answer is going to be, “I am NEVER having kids, so STOP asking me!“ That way they will quit asking and when we do 28 years down the road it will just be a nice surprise. Then I guess I’ll have to get ready for the next set of progressive questions!

Just posting for the sake of posting today.

Its amazing. I wrote all of this stuff about going crazy living with my parents, and today they hand me a “paycheck” for cooking and laundry and stuff. I felt a little bad saying how much I hate it here after they told me how much they appreciated me helping out right now. I guess to them that is my “job“ right now. Great.

I’m not upset with them, I’m just upset with the situation.

Today I told my mom how I was feeling about my job situation ( my REAL job situation, not this current job position which was created by my parents without me knowing). It was really hard for me to talk to her about it for some reason. Will got me started, and then I went from there. I didn’t tell her every single thought I had, but I told her the most important things. I haven’t written much about all the details that are going on with this whole ordeal because it would be too confusing and take too long, but I feel like I’m in the middle of a job mess… and I don’t even HAVE a job yet.

After we talked I actually told her about my Real World revelation, and my sister totally laughed and agreed. “Do we get to vote anyone off in this one?“ It’s the Real World, not Survivor P. Then we had a 5 minute conversation about how we actually spent money on the Survivor board game (how embarrassing!) only for Pto be voted off and throw a huge fit the first time we played. We only played it once more after that… I wonder why.

Anyway, so that is where I stand on this whole job thing… in the middle of a crossroad that seems to have road blocks at all of the paths, but it felt good to say what I thought.

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Today we are going to go to an IMAX movie, so I’m excited about that. They have this interesting one called the Fires of Kuwait that I wanted to see, but its not showing today. Its about the gulf war. I think we are seeing one with extreme sports or something. I’m not positive, but it should be fun.

I guess that is about all for now. Hope you all have a good Friday

Good afternoon, morning or whatever other day word you would like to insert. Finally the weekend for us!

Well I got a little bite about a possible job, which was really encouraging but I haven’t heard anything since yesterday. We’ll see. I don’t want to get all excited about something that may not pan out, but at least I’ve heard something. I am hoping this guy will call me today with some more information, so I’ll keep you all updated.

On to the fun and exciting stuff (yes, I finally have something in my life that deals with the words fun and exciting, can you believe it!?)!

Will is a HUGE sports fan. He is already making trades with his online fantasy league to get ready for something that doesn’t even start until September. Its amazing- when I want to discuss things that deal with the future, he claims I’m guilty of looking too far ahead and worrying about things that are a while away, yet when it comes to fantasy football, “you have to start getting ready early! No one ever got ahead just standing around and not preparing, Britt.” Wow. Such wonderful life lessons from fantasy football. If only I could get him to apply that to everything else.

Well, anyway, Will and I are SUPER excited today! Hes a huge Brett Farve fan (what football guy isn’t? I once had the most homophobic guy I know say he would totally marry the man), and this is most likely his last season in the NFL. Will and I have been talking about flying into Wisconsin and making a quick trip to a game on our way home during Christmas.

Will has been avidly looking for tickets on ebay, and yesterday he found a pair for the December 11 game against the Detroit Lions. He called me, we talked about it and decided to bid. The best part was that they were on the 50 yard line- you can’t get any more awesome seats than that right!? We were totally excited about them, but realized that there would be a good chance that we’d get outbid and the price would skyrocket. We talked about it some more and decided it wasn’t going to be worth spending our unnborn and yet to be considered child’s nonexistent college fund, so we decided we would just type in our highest bid and log off and not look until morning. If we got up in the morning and won, we would be totally excited, but if not, we would find other tickets anyway.

All evening Will was so giddy. He was trying to downplay it and not act like he was totally excited about seeing Brett Farve play on the 50 yard like during the snow storm of the century, but I knew he was. So, my heart was running over just seeing how estatic he was about these tickets, so after he went to bed I thought I would do some sleuth work.

I thought I would get on and check to see where the bidding was at and if we were going to get the tickets. If we weren’t, I thought I would up our bid a little. I think Will would have thanked me later. Its better to ask for forgiveness than permission, right? (I’m just kidding)

So I got on ebay and tried to log Will in, but that goof changed his password because he knew I would try to get on and secure the tickets. Such a smart man. I went to bed last night with the feeling that we were going to get them and hoped I would be right. Will called me this morning from work to tell me that we officially have plans for December 11! We will be joining the other crazy cheese heads and Farve fanatics in the frozen tundra for a great game!

So, that is my fun and exciting news!

Today is Will’s living expense check day, which means we are getting a night on the town… with my parents. He told me he was going to take me on a date this weekend- all alone, no parents, no sister, just Will and Brittny, so that is something totally to look forward to. This will be our first alone date since we’ve been here. Its so funny, most people have kids when they talk about this stuff, instead I’m talking about my parents inturrupting us, and not a baby.

Guess that is about it for now. More to come…

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