The 3 days in Greece were great, I’m sure.

Yesterday was spent in Turkey, another place I’ve been wanting to visit.

Today?

Today is another day at sea. As my trip comes to a close, I’m sure my heart is starting to get heavy.

For one, I miss Will like crazy and have realized what a moron I was for taking such a long trip without him.

Also, I’m reminded that these are my last few days with P.

And it makes my heart ache.

When she left back in July I cried a little, but it didn’t hurt that bad because I knew I was going to see her in a matter of weeks.

However, as this trip begins to wane I realize that it will by many months, and possibly even years before I see my best friend again.

and just thinking about it and typing that sentence brings me to tears.

P is so different than anyone I know. She’s my little nomad that has no plans on ever coming back to America, even visiting.

Granted, I know (well, I hope) someday she’ll come back to visit, but I honestly can tell you guys I don’t know when I’ll see my sister next.

I’m sure as I went to sleep last night, thinking about another day at sea- the final day at sea- my mind was filled with thoughts of Will and P and how sad I felt.

breathe…

I hope today at sea is a lovely day, hopefully with some sort of a breeze to keep me in good spirits.

<3

We’re visiting the runis of Pompeii today and I’ve looking forward to this trip. I’ve seen way too many educational videos on the place while in school, so I figure I ought to actually see the place. I’m not sure P is as excited, but hopefully I’ll make it fun.

The trip is halfway over. 

It’s here guys! It’s finally here!

Today is the stop P and I have been so excited about! It’s the excursion we spent the most money on and have been looking forward to the most!

Today is Cooking in Sicily!

Today we’ll meet up with a Sicilian chef, go shopping in the local markets, and make a dish!

I know you guys are probably all- “That!? You’re excited for THAT? You spent the most money on THAT?”

Yes. THAT.

I’m thrilled.

I wish I could write this post in real time to tell you how great it was- oh- and let you try my Sicilian masterpiece. ha ha

Wish you were here. Yay for the best excursion! It’s finally arrived. 

For the next 2 days we’re enjoying the sights of Spain!

Because we’re fatties and obsessed with food, both of these excursions revolve around eating.

I’m siked!

Our first stop is Barcelona where we’ll be going on a Tapas Tour. I figure you can’t go wrong with that.

Our 2nd day is in Mallorca, which will consist of a tour of the Costa Nord concluding with a wine tasting.

gasp- that’s right. Wine tasting.

Hello!

Moving along.

We’re going on a wine tasting tour in Spain, which will conclude our time there. I’m so excited. I know we’re going to have a great time on these tours.

Oh and PS- I miss Will. <3

We’re in Monte Carlo today! I’m thrilled to be here. When I was 18 1/2 younger I always wanted to be a princess and live in Monaco.

I don’t think that’s in my future today. We’re taking a short tour of the city, which has me very excited. Perhaps P will get to marry a prince and I’ll live vicariously through her?

That’s where we’re off to today friends!

I’m so excited. We’ll spend all day out and about visiting the Tuscan Landmarks of Florence & Pisa.

I’m sure you can expect incredibly annoying pictures of me and P leaning with the tower, or holding it up with 1 hand. I think you’re obligated to take cheesy shots like that when you’re there, right?

Oh- did I tell you guys the average age for people on our cruiseline is 58?

5-freaking-8! That means there’s a host of people way older than that for that to be the median!

Sheesh.

We’re having fun. I’m sure. 

You freak out.

That’s how this sentence ends.

I can guarantee you.

Now, I’d like to give myself some credit here. I’d like to think I was a major stud and smartie and that finding my sister was incredibly easy, but let’s face it.

I know myself.

I’m sure I get off the plane and do all the right things- check to see when she’s arriving and look for the gate.

I then attempt to find the gate and get lost.

Twice.

I finally get my bearings, and arrive at P’s gate.

Only she’s not there.

Her plane has landed and she went down to the luggage claim.

Which has me utterly confused.

Which means I start looking for luggage claims-

and get lost.

Twice.

And my heart hurts because I feel so lost and alone and confused and miss Will that much more.

Oh guys- this story is getting really bad. I really hope that’s not what happens. Please wish me luck and say a prayer.

Wait- if you’re reading this, it probably already happened.

Crap.

Well… let’s hope I’m not still stuck in Rome while you’re reading all about the fake vacation I wrote about last week.

Okay, best case scenario- I find my sister with no trouble.

Let’s just pretend, okay?

Okay, so I’ve got P and we find out connecting ride to the cruise and we make it with ease.

Checking in is easy and there are no troubles.

I hope that’s how Day 2 ends. I really hope. I’m most worried about my first 2 days away and my last 2. The in between? I’m not stressed over. I hope day 2 ends happily.

Here’s to hoping…

Hi friends!

I thought it only right to post as often as I can while I’m on vacation.

To do that, it requires me looking a bit into the future, and since I’m so much like Phoebe (read last post) I’m channeling the future so that I can keep you ladies up to date on all the fun and exciting things going on while I’m on the cruise!

Ready?

Here we go.

Today is 4 August. That means I’m somewhere in the air by now. I bid Will farewell and feel all nervous in my stomach. He always takes care of me. He gets us from Point A to Point B, and I suddenly find myself lonley as I approach Point A 1/2. Do I have my passport? Check. Boarding Pass? Check. Carry on?

Carry on?

Carry on!?

(it’s here where I start to sweat and majorly panic- which only makes things worse)

Ah- carry on. Right behind me.

I get on all my connecting flights with ease in a rushed panic, but nonetheless, I’m on the plane.

Knowing my luck I got a great comfy aisle seat on the short trip to Atlanta, but a tight cramped middle seat on the 50 hour flight to Rome. I’m sure I got a talker too. Someone that can’t wait to share their life story and fascination with cheese.

I don’t even have to look into the future to tell you that’s probably what will happen to me.

I’m sure I eat the airplane food, which makes me think of Will because we always trade each other for the airplane food we can tolerate.

He gets my roll, I get his salad. He gets my cheese, I get his dessert.

I sigh, eat my roll, and miss Will.

How am I going to last 21 days??

As I take a Tylenol PM and call it a night I think about the day ahead, and once again that nervous feeling enters my stomach. I thought today was bad? Ha. Try attempting to find your tiny baby sister in the Rome airport with no cell phone or clear guidance as to where she’ll be.

At this point, I pray the Tylenol kicks in. Sigh, and go to sleep. Stay tuned for tomorrow’s adventure.

<3

Yeah that whole picture update thing little miss P promised earlier this week?

She was off her rocker.

The truth is that I’m back- but not with pictures.

Yes, finally back.

It’s funny to me how I can keep in contact with you guys so much better across an ocean. Here I am in your backyard and can’t even log in to say, “Hey! I’m alive!

This is the first time i’ve been on the computer since the last time.

(ha ha)

Which was the last time I posted… whenever that was. I literally didn’t check my email for like 4 weeks.

It was amazingly liberating

and stressful.

In fact, I even dreamed about it-

not checking my email.

Crazy right?

Things have just been a whilwind lately.

I’m still adjusting to life back home, getting used to some of the things I wasn’t accustomed to for the past 3 years (ahem- cleaning my own house and pumping my own gas- ahem- SPOILED).

I bid my sister farewell this morning and it really hurt. Thankfully i’ll be seeing her soon (remember! We’re taking an extremely long and amazing cruise- YAY!). However, saying goodbye was still hard because it’s a reminder of the fact that i’ll have to say goodbye again soon and that time it will be for a long time.

Ugh.

Let’s not be a downer, right?

Having here was amazing.

A-Freaking-Mazing.

We had so much fun. Granted I had to work each day, and granted we didn’t do anything super outrageous or fun, but just having her here was so nice.

So that was my big news.

Oh and by the way- thanks so much for welcoming her to the blog world! I tell her all the time she should blog. She’s such a good writer. Ha ha apparently I am too because some of you thought I was posing as dear old P. ha ha. It was her- it really was. I felt so bad for my slackerness that I told her to guest blog. She needs a regular spot as far as I’m concerned.

Hmm.. Tuesdays with P?

It has a ring to it.

Oh- and she has her license- which TOTALLY deserves a blog post! C’mon P- at least guest blog on mine so you can tell the license story. Pretty please?

I won’t tell you guys anything just in case she decides to share…

Alright moving along (at least until I can convince Miss P to blog anyway)

We’re becoming a petting zoo here at the B-Love house.

We’re buying 2 more dogs.

Yes- come bring your kids, they can feed the animals at the freaking zoo!!

These dogs, unlike boz and lucy, will be exclusively outside doggies.

So I guess it’s not total petting zooish, right?

I’m excited- mostly excited for Will because as long as I’ve known him he’s wanted 2 big dogs and now that we have a house and a yard we can finally do it.

Rocky and Teddy.

Those names don’t mean much unless you’re an OU fan.

We officially have all 3 Butkus Award Winners in our house- Boz (Brian Bosworth), Rocky (Rocky Calmus), and Teddy (Teddy Lehman)

Yeah- my husband is obsessed.

Ya think?

Hey- marriage is a compromise and I figured this one wasn’t worth fighting.

We’re getting a male Rott and a female lab. Will found these amazing red labs, they’re so unique. I guess that’s originally how they looked in England before they came to America. Sadly, I think I’ll be on my trip when it’s time to get both of them. :( I wanted to be there to pick them out, but I guess I’ll have something nice waiting for me.

Hmm- is that all the “big news” I have to share? I think so.

Okay, so now that I’m a little more settled I’ve been thinking.

Can we just start fresh?

I mean, there is absolutely no way I can get out of blog commenting debt- no way at all. I would totally need to take out a blog commenting loan in which I would hire people to pose as me and write nice little comments on your blog- and I don’t want to do that because I like you and don’t want our friendship to be based on blog commenting lies! Right!?!

Exactly.

So here’s what I’m thinking. I’m thinking of starting clean.

A blog salvation if you will (ha ha).

In which my debts are cleared and I can start commenting from X point on (like soon).

Deal?

Deal (at least… that’s what I envision you guys saying because I envision you guys as niceys and not comment whores. Right? Right??… hmm...).

So here’s the deal- I’m going to turn comments back on in September.

AGH! September- YES! I will be MIA for a little while longer, but still posting more often than before.

See- I’ll be on the cruise.

I told you guys it was long, didn’t I?

I wasn’t lying.

Um.. but I’ll throw in house pictures soon??

Ha- yeah because THAT makes it all better, right?

Hello! My name is Britthy and I’m a super sucky friend.

I totally deserve a t-shirt.

Wait- don’t do that.

But seriously? I’m wearing a big imaginary one right now.

As for things in my life…

They’re going good.

Goodish.

I won’t lie. I miss the way things were, but I think that’s all apart of being a grown up and adjusting to change. Perhaps we’ll talk about that in another post- one that’s not so full of randomness.

Things with the house are slowly coming together and I’m continually wishing the tiny bush out back were instead a money tree in which I could go out and pick big bills off it’s branches to buy all the pretty things for my house.

Oh magic beans.

I’d be fine with those too.

We’re starting to look for churches which is… fun?

Painful?

Stressful?

Full of blessings?

I guess all of the above applies. I just want to find one already!

?

Jumping from magic beans to churches. Should I have seperated my post with little stars to warn you of big random topic changes?

Probably.

Oh well… it’s just good for me to finally get back to doing something I love.

I hope you all had a nice weekend.

Back to work tomorrow.

That’s one thing I’ve noticed about being back in America. The weekends seem to go a lot faster! I guess because they’re full of busyness.

Anyhow, I’m back and hope to be blogging a little more regularly prior to my departure on the big sea!

thanks again for welcoming P, it made me feel really loved.

<3 and another normal week begins…

Hi! It’s P. P the sister of B (rittny). Yes, it’s really me! I know you’ve been anticipating “meeting” me since Britt first posted about our marshmallow escapades two summers ago at about this time. Well, fast-forward a few summers, a couple of continents, and about four thousand 1 oz. servings of marshmallows later and, ta-da! It seems we’re kind of back where we started. Except for I’m a new high school graduate turned gypsy who has undoubtedly found myself living, observing, and worrying about my sister’s new home…and life in America.

No no, silly girls, it’s not like that. There haven’t been any threats on my beautiful B (to quote Jay-Z) and I haven’t given her a curfew or anything like that. It’s just, watching her adjust to life back here in America is kind of frightening. But oh so exhilarating too! There are hundreds of things she can do now! She’s able to buy pork (ew) in public! There’s no need for shifty expressions while hiding a whole honey-cured ham under a jacket anymore. (Even though I don’t recall anytime when she did really this. Actually, I’d probably be too embarrassed to even claim her as my sister if she did do this). She can also walk around the supermarket in a pair of 10-year-old Abercrombie cut-offs and an XXS Limited cami if she wants! (Even though I don’t recall anytime when she really did this. Actually, I’d probably be too embarrassed to even claim her as my sister if she did do this.)

All joking and my ADHD aside, I kind of really loved having my sister in Kuwait. Yes, I know that’s incredibly selfish since her hyperhidrosis (um, Britt, am I allowed to mention this to your friends?) kicked in .43 seconds after she would step outside everyday and because the people she worked with were incredibly classless and because on occasion, she got flicked off while trying to go out for a nice meal with her cute little sister. But I can’t help wanting to secretly book her a flight back to Kuwait every Monday as I look at PostSecret and read all of the creepy weird things that American “crazies” do. Like the guy on this week’s page who likes to “Eat the last page of a really good book”. Seriously mister psycho librarian man (PLM)? Please tell me Mr. PLM that you do not live in the Oklahoma City Metro area? Pretty please? Because if you do, that’s one more reason for me to put B on a curfew.

Every time I read PostSecret it seems to scream at me “Don’t live in America! Don’t let Brittny live in America! These people, they’re mad!” Not all of you of course, I mean, I’m a proud navy blue passport-carrying person myself. And isn’t it sad how a few people who send secrets to Germantown, Maryland almost sent me boycotting my sister’s return to America? But since my picketing skills are ridiculously lame, I was forced to let her board her plane and set up camp in the heartland. She’s happy-Ulta and Taco Bueno are mere minutes from her home, the boy is happy-OU football season is just around the corner and Boz and Lucy, um, they’re freaking loving the grass. The backyard kind.

So maybe I’m the overprotective, paranoid one worrying about her. She’s probably totally over the fact that Mr. PLM may be standing behind her at Barnes & Noble. And yes, she’s completely distraught over the fact that she has to clean her own house now and the fact that familial drop-ins will be come a norm but for the most part (not completely!), she’s happy that her 40 days in the desert are terminé. I guess if you love someone you have to let them go.

I must go recover from hyperventilating over the fact that I just used the most awful cliché in my first guest-post. Please forgive me. Everyone. Even you, the PostSecret sender or you, the PostSecret lurker, yes, even you.

xo,
P

(And for those of you who are racking your brains to think of what my name is, I’ll give you a hint…it’s not Penny. Or Peggy. Or Penelope. It actually, gasp!, starts with a C.)