This weekend was an emotional one, but has ended well. I will start with the sad and end with the good- that’s how I like things, with a happy ending.

Friday afternoon was a very sad day at my parent’s house. We put our faithful friend of 5 years, Cleo the dog, to sleep. If you are a dog lover you now hate us, but if you have ever had to do it, you can sympathize with how painful it can be. I spent all afternoon at my parent’s empty house (the movers had come that morning) and played with cleo, and just loved on her. It was good for me to do that- that was a good last memory. My whole family went to the vet to put her down, but Will and I stayed home. I’m glad I did. I wouldn’t have wanted to see her like that… So as you can see, my Friday was a very sad day.

I have cried a lot this week about my family moving and how I just can’t call up my sister to go shopping or just hang out or whatever, and Will has really helped me feel better. I know that we can get through anything, no matter how hard its been.

So to cheer me up, we spent all Friday just holding eachother and watching funny shows and movies. I started to get bored so Will and I pulled out this ancient electric football game I didn’t even know he had. It was so cute- he had had it since he was a little kid. He takes such good care of his stuff- even as a kid- everything was still packaged like new.  It takes forever to set your players up, and then the “field” vibrates and moves all of the players- it was a very long process because after each play you have to stop and reset up each man. We never even scored a touchdown- Will kicked a field goal. It was fun- talk about 80s nostalgia.

We got good news today- can’t say yet, but there will be more to come- this truly cheered me up!

HAve a good day

Be on the lookout- I’m a madwomen on the loose searching for every woman’s chocolate stash!

Will decided to lose some weight. That’s great… but I’m STARVING!!!

I decided to help him along by joining him. I set a goal to lose a few pounds so I’m ready for swimsuit season, and since my surgery I haven’t been able to exercise, so any extra calories I intake and am not able to expend have cost me these last 4 weeks! And… so began our watching what we eat diet!

We generally eat the majority of our calories at night- the ultimate no-no, so cutting that alone will help a lot, but it’s so hard!

Will decided he would do best on the Slimfast plan, and he has been doing great! He’s already lost 5 pounds. I truly know why people lost so much weight doing this- because if you truly stick to the plan, you are eating nothing!

I would give anything for ANYTHING! Even a tic tac, or maybe an M&M… something!

I have been proud of his disipline, but I’m paying for it!  He ate really good last week, and we were more cautious when we went out last weekend.

I will be ready to go back to my regular diet once I can start exercising again- it is so much easier just to eat 2500 calories and not feel bad because I know I will exercise. But now actually sticking to what I should take in for my height and weight...what a challenge!

I sneaked a mini snickers in my purse yesterday and Will found it and was like, “you are cheating, and because of that, I’m going to eat this… it hurts me more than it hurts you!“ Oh yeah, I’m so sure.

It’s been a challenge, but I am really proud of Will. Diabetes runs in his family, so I know that is something he worries about. It can so be avoided by a good diet and exercise and maintaing weigh, so he is really starting to take control of that. I think once I can start running again that will be good for us to, so we can work out together and spur eachother on… but until then… I will endure my French Vanilla Slimfast- the things we do for love. <3

Will and I had a really nice weekend. It was the first weekend I had “gone out” besides to school and work, so it felt good.

My husband is a OU fanatic. I know other women think their husbands are major sports fans, but Will is one of the biggest OU fans I have seen. The team’s first scrimmage was this weekend, and he has been looking forward to it for months. He has the practice schedule up on the fridge with the public practices highlighted. Well, we decided to go to the scrimmage. We had a great time!

We left early and got up there areound 9:45. We got excellent seats- 50 yard line… that is the ONLY time we will ever be in the OU stadium and have such great seats! Our season tickets are in the endzone behind the goal post- but at least we are in the stadium and not on the waiting list…

Anyway, Will gets so funny when it comes to anything OU- especially football. He acts like a little kid- all smiley and giggly. He kept hugging on me anytime something good would happen- and then he has this annoying tendency to slap me on the butt anytime one of his favorite players do something great… how lovely for me. It just cracks me up. So, needless to say- my rear was sore by the time everything was over. I’m sure you all wanted to know that, but it just cracks me up how he totally turns into this hyperactive child with silly ways of outletting his energy!

After the scrimmage, we went to Teds! It is a really good mexican restaurant in Oklahona City. It was sooo good! It was just such a fun and special day. Its funny, but I really think that over this past month, with my surgery, Will and I have gotten closer than I ever thought possible. I guess having to fully rely on a person to totally take care of you really brought us closer together. So, in that way, my surgery was actually a blessing!

Not too much else going on! Everything has really picked up as I prepare for graduation… AGH! What a scary thought. I guess I save that stuff for a later post!

More to come in our full of love life! HAve a great day

I’m sure many of you women get this alot. You get asked to do something with friends or family and you ask your DH what he wants to do and he responds, “Its up to you.” Usually when Will says that, he means it, but today I think he was hoping I would not make plans.

My mom and sister asked us out to dinner tonight and then over to hang out. Will has been a little upset over the whole moving thing and how they will miss my graduation and they are giving a lot of responsibilities over to us (like closing on the house and everything). Will isn’t upset so much at them for that stuff, but mostly because he knows I’m hurt but haven’t really voiced my feelings.

Well, since I am an “Odie” (like from the comic strip), I just get right back up and love them despite what is going on. Now, I know you are thinking, “ You need to tell your parents how you feel,” and I know I do, but I guess I just want to enjoy these last few weeks before they move.

So anyway back to the story…

I had this feeling that Will didn’t want to go, but he left it up to me… and I said yes. I just want to take advantage of these last few days and spend time with them when I can.

So, I hate getting the its up to you statement, because I know what I mean when I say it, and I could read what Will probably wanted to say when he said it, but I think he just wants to be understanging of how I feel. Am I making sense? Who knows…

Anyway, I guess we will just enjoy the evening and worry about everything else as it comes! Have a good evening

Back to the grindstone. Thats what Will and his dad always say when they have to back to work after the weekend or a break. Well, I certainly am back to the “grindstone” - or at least to the daily gruel of life.

My mom and Will have had to trade off taking me everywhere, what a pain. I got out of my mom’s minivan (yeah- not even a “cool mom SUV“ or anything- she has the “loser cruiser“ as my sister and I have dubbed it) and just cringed. She yelled out, “I can walk you to class if you need me to.“ I just expected that any second she would jump out of the car, give me a sack lunch and kiss me on the head or something. AHHH! What a nighmare. It wasn’t that bad though, I just said no thanks and wobbled on.

Minus the tons of snide comments about my walking and shoes by my coworkers and classmates, it hasn’t been too bad. I walk like I don’t have to be anywhere until tommorw, and I take baby steps. But I get there, and that is what counts! I am ready to move on, get better, and most of all- STOP HAVING TO BLOG about this! Anyone who reads my blog regularly is probably shouting an exultation of “amen!“ So, unless I have a funny story to tell you about my situation (which is an everyday thing in my life anyway), or I got a good report (like, “hey hopalong, you can finally drive“), no more feet talk! Hurray!

The Easter Bunny visited me Sunday! Last year Will surprised me with an Easter basket, carrying on the tradition of my family always getting me one. Will has taken on so much to help me these last few weeks, so his help has been the best gift of all. Well, Sunday morning Will opened the front door to get the paper and there was the cutest pink basket outside filled with all sorts of goodies. How thoughtful.

My birthday is in a couple of weeks! how fun! I told Will that I just wanted his gift to me to be money towards our season tickets. I partially changed my mind. I have a gift card to Ann Taylor and found the cutest dress ever and am just going to have him pay for the rest of the dress. Here is the dress:

Thought it was cute and wanted to share. No matter what- I am fighting through pain and am going to wear that dress with cute shoes- such a rebel.

Enough for today! I better go. Have a great day! As always, more to come in my crazy life…

Today- just like the last 2 1/2 weeks- my life has been mindnumbingly boring.

However, I did get to look at my mom and sister’s pictures from their trip to see my dad in Kuwait (I also added a new picture of me and P in the gallery).

I want to go! I really do. I think everyone thinks of this desolate place where everyone rides on camels when they think of Kuwait. My mom has had so many people-adults- ask her about how they plan on getting around with the sand everywhere and if people drive real cars. They’ve gotten the funniest questions, but I can understand because I thought that too before my dad moved there.

Kuwait is awesome. It is a very modern and trendy country. The pictures my mom brought back look picturesque. I would love to get a job over there… okay so now you think I’m crazy… maybe I am, but the benefits are out of this world.

The one HUGE thing I don’t think I would be able to handle is the extreme heat. Like- you could open up a samurai grill and cook your supper on the pavement heat. It is sweltering like 9 months out of the year there- like 100s hot. During the summer it is common for it to hit the 130 mark. That- would pose a problem for me.

I turn into a grouch when Iget hot- I get all snippy just when I am running late and have to blowdry my hair and get all hot. Will knows that if I turn the fan on in the bedroom and am just laying underneath it just to let me be because I probably have started getting hot and my naturally curly hair will start to get this wave thing going on no matter how long I spent blowdrying it straight and flat ironing it. I have to have a fan blowing on me in the bathroom when I blowdry during all seasons just stay content. I think my problem would be getting all ready and fixing my hair and makeup only to walk outside and just melt away. I hate sweating.  It puts me in a bad mood-did I say that already?

So, that wouldbe a hurdle- or as Will would probably say, a canyon- to overcome, and hes probably right. I am just clinging to the SAID (Specific Adaptations of Imposed Demands) principle I learned in one of my classes. It states that the body will gradually adapt to the demands that are placed on it. So, maybe I have a glimmer of hope afterall right?

I went to the doc today… I think I would have rather given birth to triplets than have to go through all this post op stuff. I am lying about the triplets, but this is going to be such a long process. I was totally in denial. I just KNEW I would be in tennis shoes next week walking normally and driving on my own. Okay, or not. I can start walking a little. I have to start these very painful exercises twice a day so my foot doen’t get all stiff- my toe feels like petrified wood now, so it should loosen it up (i KNOW you all wanted to read that!) I can go back to school Monday- but why would I want to!? As my “friend” Napleon Dynamite said, “I look like a freakin’ idiot!” This has been a very humbling experience- and Monday back to school will top it all! I can’t even walk in a straight line, I look like a drunk because I’m leaning back and forth and supporting myself on the wall. I know you are all very tired of hearing about this, but they say we talk about what we know… so right now, this is what I know! This too shall pass… deep breath…

Well, I am getting my husband back yay!! We are once again housesitting my parent’s house this weekend while they go see family before they move, so we are no longer on the couch! hurray! And, the best news of all is that Sunday, when they get back, I am finally moving out of my mom’s house and going HOME! This is really crazy, but I haven’t been in my house in 16 days! Wow. How weird!

I hope you all have a WONDERFUL day! Thanks for listening.

Back to the couch days… the days of being interrupted, hogging the TV from my family, having to say goodbye to Will each night…

When Will and I were engaged we had a weeknight routine. He would get off work at 4:30, check the house we would be living in when we got married, and then come over to my (actually my parent’s) house and stay until who knows when. We saved the weekends for fun stuff, but our weeknights were reserved on the couch- time to spend together without money.

Well, we are officially back to the couch days for now. My mom and sister came home from their trip last night, but I decided to stay with them until the doctor says I can start walking. Its just easier without the stairs.

It was weird. Will is like by boyfriend again or something! Back to the days where my dad would come out to the living room when we were kissing(yeah- that’s not awkward), or we didn’t want to eat what my mom was cooking so we got our own stuff- we would love to have a free meal now! (What were we thinking?) I had flashbacks and just couldn’t get comfortable.

I miss Will. I know that sounds stupid because I am going to see him for a few hours tonight, but I forgot how right it feels not to say goodnight. It’s strange not sleeping with him.  I also forgot how much I like the freedom to do whatever I please in my own house. I will be ready to go home. I don’t miss the couch days anymore

Talk about embarrassing! We are housesitting my parent’s house while my mom is gone. The house is for sale, so we’ve been bugged with realtors calling wanting to show the house- we just told them to call back Tuesday since I’m in a crappy disposition and the house could be cleaned before strangers view it. Anyway, I’m butt scooting to the bathroom talking about how I need to shower and get the chair set up in there so I can take one and all of a sudden the front door opens and there is a realtor and a family! HELLO!? come on in!! (NOT!) Will is in his pjs still and has my bras and panties in his hand to do a load of laundry. He comes out, explains the situation and they leave- I can’t believe this chick didn’t call and make an appointment. Pretty embarrassing. Hopefully the house will still sell - the couple is not included.

I would now like to take this time to honor the wonderful man Will. He was a good man, and no one could love me better. I always knew there was a risk of losing him to this illness if we married, but love was too strong.

This past fall, the illness grew worse than ever before. Before we were married, it was bad, and I was always there to support him- even during the painful hours of the NFL draft and the embarassing OU vs LSU national championship game, but during the fall- it got worse.

Soon, we received season tickets and were taking weekly trips to Norman for treatment. Oh the agony I felt every Saturday there was an away game! Preparing frozen pizzas and ordering boneless wings… for fear this may be his last meal…

And then, to my dismay college football was over and with the horrible loss to USC he grew weaker… but then the NFL season began, and I thought for sure this would be it.

Fantasy leagues with his friends continued to spread the epidemic. Now, we had to put him on life support ( ie: buy NFL Sunday ticket on DirecTV) in order for him to get through the week. He was up to a 10 or 12 games a week. Now, his fantasy friends were coming over, spreading the germs and making him worse. There had to be an end in sight, but sadly- as I had known for a long time but didn’t want to accept- there is a sport for every season. It was finished.

Sadly, the day has come and he has gone away from us- to the the couch… where he anxiously awaits the NCAA basketball championship, with hopes of beating me in our bracket challenge. I can not cry, because I knew this day was coming. Oh the agony of having a lifeless husband during the NCAA tournament! Will it ever end?

Britt’s Bracket: 13-4

Will’s Bracket: 12-5

At least I can beat him in our brackets- that may carry me through!

Today, like the rest of my post op days, has been uneventful. I actually started some home work so that was good.

And… they’re “letting me out” tomorrow! I actually get to get out of the house! But I’m not too excited, it’s another doctor’s apt. I’m kind of nervous! They’re taking my stitches out and… (this is gross) they are taking two screws they put in last week in each foot… without any pain killers! Agh! The doctor says I will just feel pressur because bone has no feeling- but I’m thinking,” HELLO! My skin has feeling and will feel that screw come out!”

I just pray they don’t have to make an incision to get it out. This sucks so bad, and I will be so glad when my life can go back to normal!

My title is 8 days of ugly- and boy has it ever been. I don’t think I have ever consecutively looked so bad in my entire life. I mean, I’ve had a few days here and there, but never 8 days in a row of looking flat out scary. I have been in nothing but sweats this past week because that is all these freaking shoe cast things will fit over! Then I haven’t shaved- I mean I know it’s winter and we are allowed to cheat, but it’s getting bad. And I haven’t worn a drop of makeup in 8 days or fixed my hair besides blowdrying and straightening. Its a scary sight. My eyebrows need a wax. Bad. I’m a scary sight to see. My self esteem will skyrocket after this whole stupid ordeal is over and I can simply put on real clothes.

Anyway, wish me luck on the scary appointment tomorrow!