Because I'm Terrible at Scrapbooks


There’s nothing like getting real mail.

Real, tangible mail.

The envelope is all worn from travel, and it’s so exciting to see your name on the front. Someone took time to put something in an envelope, address it, stand in line at the post office (which deserves its own post!) and mail something especially for you.

Getting mail is a special thing that I have to believe doesn’t happen as often as it used to. So often we’re glued to the computer. Hallmark E-cards have replaced the fun of physically opening one and seeing the handwritten message inside. Short little mass emails to everyone have replaced the intimate and intricate details one person writes to another.

I am the guiltiest of all regarding this topic.

Every single bit of my communication is through the computer. I am forced to handwrite Will’s grandparents only because they don’t want to join the new advancing world like most people their age (though I can’t blame them! I would miss the simplicity of life too.), but other than that (and like 1 card to my super friend Jamie!), I am a typer. That is how I keep in touch.

Isn’t that sort of sad? I mean, in some ways it’s great because you are able to immediately communicate with people and no longer have to wait for weeks for old news to arrive. However, it’s sad because I’ve gotten lazy! Getting mail is so much fun. How often do we get “real” mail? Will and I get bills and sports magazines and not much more. Getting a letter is such a fun surprise.

Have I rambled enough?

I guess I should get to the point.

Today I got the best surprise. Sweet and thoughtful African Kelli included me in her Calculated Acts of Kindness project. Now, I should tell you, this is what she is doing for lent and I’m not trying to draw lots of attention because I know Lent isn’t about “Wow! Look at what this person is doing for Lent!” but I was just so very blessed by her act that I had to write. I can’t even begin to tell you the elation I felt when I saw a cute little package arrive especially for me. It was such a day brightener.

I had a long morning and-as I have been doing a lot lately- was thinking about home. The sweet Indian mail deliverer came in with his usual smile and heavy accented, “Good morning!” I always smile when he comes in the office. “I’ve got some mail for you,” he says, sounding like the Indian convenience store attendant from the Simpsons. I took the package and contemplated opening it at work or at home. Because I have no willpower- and because I actually received mail that wasn’t one of Will’s sports magazines or wasn’t in the form of the AOL guy telling me I had mail- I was a little excited! I opened the package and totally smiled. I guess that is the point of doing something like this, but it’s so nice to actually experience it- especially on a homesick day!

Inside, I found an adorable apple apron she made (Yes, this woman will take Martha’s place whenever she retires), a Spring mix cd full of songs (which I’m sure is great and I can’t wait to listen to!), a Hershey’s king size almond candy bar wrapped in her own super cute adorable wrapping (I need to be creative like this!), and a sweet homemade card. It was the most fun surprise!

She went to a lot of work to mail all these packages for people. I imagine doing this every week for Lent took a lot of time and energy and I just want to share how it has totally inspired me to bless people like she blessed me!Remember Pay it Forward? It’s so true. Whether you realize it or not, when someone totally makes you feel special you so want to do the same thing for someone else so they feel that way too!

So, I keep looking over at my little package and smiling because first of all it made my boring “I Want to Go Back to America” day much brighter. Secondly, because I can’t wait to listen to the mix cd. Finally, because I ate half the 410 calorie candy bar and am totally mad at myself and am seriously considering just screwing it and finishing the entire thing (which hopefully I will not do!) and simply blaming it on PMS.

So, now I want to pay it forward. I’ll have to think of how I can do that. I hope some of Kelli’s other recipients feel the same way and we all just pass on our little warm fuzzy for someone else so they can feel the happiness of a little surprise the way we did! How can I do this? I really need to think. Here are just a few things I came up with:

*Bring some of the Eastern workers cookies.

*Buy lunch for the person behind me without saying anything.

*Buy the guards doughnuts (hmm, notice how all of these ideas entail food… what does that say about me??)

*Send my own little CAOK gift to someone. Unfortunately I’m not domestically blessed, but I bet I could think of something fun.

So anyway, I think I might go home and repost this with a picture of me and my cute apron just to show off A.K’s great creative goddess abilities.

Okay, Okay…So do I want to continue to ooooh and ahhh over my pretty parcel?


Do I realize you want to vomit by now?


Will I stop talking now?


Thanks for letting me dote, and I’m sorry for going on and on (it annoys me when people do that) but it is lonely here and I feel out of place most of the time, so in my Kuwait life, little blessings aren’t so little. Does that make sense? I hope so.

I pray I am able to be a blessing to someone the way Kelli was to me- and I pray you are a blessing too

a lady in red makes for a crappy evening

Now for the obligatory How Dinner Went Post.

Because I love my husband (and promised not to post our “private stuff” regarding dinner), I will skip all the juciy details and pithy little comments and simply say dinner bombed.

Isn’t that sad!? It was very unfortunate because we opted to go to Kuwait Towers (the Gaucho is on the list for my upcoming b-day!) and the view was spectacular but sadly we were both in too much of a funk to really appreciate it.

I’ll simply say the night started off with Will coming home stressed and exhausted and not really in the mood to go out. On top of that the very first thing he said to me was:

“Wow. That’s really bright red.”

See, I’m a lip gloss girl for the most part, but last night I thought I would pull out the stops and wear a really sexy- but classy- shade of red lipstick, something I don’t do very often.

Sidenote: there is SOO a whole paragraph that should be inserted here, but since I’m being a good girl I will just skip it.

Needless to say the fact that Will didn’t even tell me I looked pretty and simply pointed out my lipstick killed my good attitude, which in turn put me in a terrible mood so the evening was just sort of blah. It wasn’t horrible, and we ended on a good note, but it was far from romantic.

I sort of felt like Frank and Maried Barone from Everybody Loves Raymond last night.

After we ate, we went up to the observation deck which was neat. The view was awesome. I got some pictures but they didn’t turn out, which was sad. I did get a couple us I’ll post someday.

After that we came home and I went straight to bed. I figured a good night’s sleep would do us both good.

So that was our evening- okay but not as wonderful as I had hoped.

Today has been much more normal. We’ve been our normal, cuddly, “laughy“ selves. I love that guy a million times a billion- that’s a lot! smile

We woke up to our weekly phone call from Will’s parents. After that we played around for a while and then decided to go back to sleep. We didn’t get up until 11:00!

We had breakfast and watched a few shows and then Will thought we needed to cuddle on the couch for a while- and sleep some more! I think the fact that we slept in so late this morning has messed us up and now we’re like a cat or something, ready to sleep the entire day away- minus 3 hours.

Fridays are traditionally our lazy days and Thursdays are our errand days, however, we decided to be crazy and flip the two. Wow! We’re so spontaneous! smile I don’t think much is on the agenda today.

I need to work out so bad. You guys would be very dissapointed in the things I’ve eaten since yesterday. Therefore, I won’t even tell you! I’ll simply say I’m going to kick my butt into gear and get a serious work out in.

Sort of a boring post today. I guess it’s because I’m being good.

I listened to Zoe on the radio yesterday! All the way in Kuwait!! You girls totally have to listen sometime. It was so cool to actually HEAR a nestie talk. Okay… I’m weird"… I think you guys understand why I think that’s cool, right??

Oh- that leads me to our “on the way home conversation.” Will thinks I don’t have “friends” on the internet. He thinks I’m weird. Okay, so I used to make fun of people like me… but now I’ve joined the ranks of all the other computer nerds and have to proudly say:

I have internet friends.

Anyway, he doesn’t comprehend how by simply reading a blog I can call you girls my friends. I wanted to get into it but simply said, “You just don’t understand.” It was the best answer because I don’t think I am going to convince my husband that you can have friends that you’ve never met.

He then was like, “We’re never going to meet any of these people, right?” His reason being that everyone on the internet is a terrible psycho path ready to steal all our mounds of money (that’s a laugh- mounds of money).

“Okay, so yes Will, there are terrible psychopaths ready to steal people’s money, but not everyone that owns a computer is that way.”

I’m not sure he believes me.

He probably thinks I’m one of them- minus the steal the money thing.

He told me today my brain is on a “constant field trip.“

ha ha. He said it with love, so I couldn’t be too mad.

I think it has to do with the fact that I go a million miles a minute and am always talking to him about my- as he says with his little two fingers, “Friends.”

Yeah, okay, it doesn’t look normal… but you understand don’t you?

Don’t leave your field trip brained of a girl hanging here “friends!!!“

Okay, so it’s a little weird that I know more what you guys are doing than I do people back home, and it’s even stranger that if you were to list all the nest girls on one column and all your husbands in another column I could match girls to their husbands in like 3 minutes. However, I can never seem to remember Will’s cousin’s kid’s name. Hmmm, I guess that IS a little pathetic.

I think I’ll slowly ease him into the whole “nestie reunion” thing, don’t you think?

Maybe if I start now, in like 5 years he’ll be ready. Ha ha, but then I’ll be on whatever the nest comes up with for people married for like 50 years or Anyway, we’ll work on that one.

So that is what’s going on in my world. I’m thankful for the weekend and for having an awesome husband. So dinner didn’t turn out as perfect as I had planned, but there’s no one in the world I would have rather been with that instant.

Thanks for listening “friends.” smile

Oh- speaking of “friends,” Vanessa and Jill- do you girls have blogs?

CHRISTINAAAA!!! Why can’t I get to your blog!?

Okay, I’m really done now, I promise.

The bus is leaving for the next stop on my field trip and I don’t want to be late.

Ha. What a dork.

my gift quark, yes I’m a dork

Not much going on today.

That’s never a good way to begin a post because people know you’re about to ramble about nothing right from the get go.

Oh well, at least I’m being honest. smile

My sweet “Ethel” bought me the SB pull-away calendar for no reason today. How sweet was that!? She might be the nicest person I’ve ever met.

The day before she spent $6 and brought me lunch from the Chinese place on base because I was going to work through the lunch hour.

This weekend she invited me over to her house for homemade pancakes, “Just because I think you’re great, Britt!” What a freaking nicey!

Her calendar put a smile on my face.

Today’s page is a recipe for edamame salad.  Hmmm, Will won’t even try any food with more than 3 syllables, but I would be open to it.

I think the real reason is that she’s trying to woo me because I’ve been cheating on her for lunch and going with my dad. wink I promised to be a faithful friend and have lunch with her everyday next week and on top of that eat “really bad” one day.

Now that, girls, is true friendship (in some sick way I guess)- risking your diet to eat greasy processed foods that make your butt congeal into a squishy jiggly fat before they even reach your mouth. Nothing screams “I like you as a friend!“ more than eating straight crap. Mmmm. I can’t wait for that day (sarcasm). Yeah. I think that wins the most devoted friend award. Ha ha, just kidding.

I have to be totally honest, I have a complex about this sort of warm fuzzy thing. Please don’t think I need help or make fun of me, but I seriously do!

I feel bad when people do such thoughtful things for me! Yes, I have serious issues. I think there’s even a Seinfeld or Curb Your Enthusiasm (or some similar show, I can’t remember) episode totally devoted to this subject.

I can relate!

I feel all warm and gushy and then right after I feel those two emotions I feel totally bad because I am such a sloppy loser friend! I go about my business, walking through life just being my sloppy loser friend self and then BAM! all of a sudden I get a random act of kindness.

I start to breathe rapidly and my palms get all sweaty. Blood drains from my head and I turn a sexy shade of ash. The room starts spinning and I let out a groany, “Oh noooo..” Then I feel a little faint.

Why!? Why is that!?




Because honestly, I love my friends’ thoughtfulness! I really do! I feel like the most important person ever. So why do I feel a little guilty!?

I guess I feel like IIII should be the one giving the gift. I have a great network of friends and sooo do not let them know how great they are as often as I should.

“Quit being such a great friend!” I wanted to tell “Ethel” today.

I totally ditched her on her birthday (see last Wednesday’s post) when all this “moving and Will’s dad stuff” went down, and she totally responds in love. She’s like my freaking awesome, sweet, golden retriever that gets back up and licks my face and rolls over after I am like, “No doggie! Screw your birthday!”

Now, I had a good reason for missing her special day, but gosh, I still felt bad.

I so need to make Ethel feel as special as she makes me. She is my only “real friend” over here and dang it I need to make it known, take the bull by the horns and mark my territory! Ha ha, yes, that’s right, I will pee on “Ethel.” smile

I am a serious dork.

First I admit I have issues with random act of kindness from my friends, and then I tell you all I’m going to pee on poor “Ethel“… wow… at what point did this post start to take a plunging nosedive???

No one can be sure…

Another example is inspiring Kelli. She totally from the goodness of her heart has been checking on me to make sure all is well in Kuwaitville and then asked me if she could send me something. I told her I felt like this maniacal mad woman, reaching and grabbing and having a huge case of the “gimmeeees.”

She must have thought, “woah. Calm down lady. You seriously have acceptance issues. I just wanted to send you my latest and greatest and most awesome craft ever! Now I have to reconsider because, well… you’re a strange one...” (just kidding, Kelli, thanks for being so great)

Maybe I am, though! Feeling bad when you’re supposed to feel good is not normal under any circumstance! smile I think the root of it comes down to the fact that I feel my friends are way better friends to me than I am to then (hopefully they would argue that and say I’m a good friend, though!), and I feel that if anyone should be giving a freaking random sweet thoughtful gift it should be me!

Me, me me!

And so then I feel bad when they beat me to the punch line because I truly want to appreciate them the way they make me feel appreciated. My friends- including all of you FREAKING AMAZING (that’s right, I said freaking- you know I mean business when Is ay that) women on the nest- have made me feel so good, especially in my time of need.

I know that is what friends are for, but as I’ve gotten older I have truly come to really and genuinely appreciate the whole concept of friendship. I mean, I have all my life, but it is right now, at this point in my life, I really thank God for my friends and pray I can be the kind of friend Jonathan was to David before David became king. That has been my prayer over the last year and I know that when God has made me into a Jonathan, he will give me a David, and that will be the most awesome thing ever. Plus, if I’m really lucky, maybe my “David’s” husband will get along with Will which is even a bigger bonus! smile

Gosh, who knew a freaking 5 buck SB calendar could bring such restlessness!

Anyway, that is another strange facet of me that will make you scratch your head and think, “Who IS this girl!?” I guess that’s okay because sometimes I even surprise myself.

So, before all my awesome bloggy friends I hereby say I am going to beat my awesome friends to the punch and truly take time to tell them how much they mean to me. I only wish it wouldn’t take some goofy calendar to get me motivated.

Thanks for listening to me ramble, ramble, ramble.

I promise we will all catch up soon. Whether it is during my weekend or (prayerfully!!) when I get my system back up at work.

Have a wonderful day and be a nicey to all your friends. smile

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