You know what?

It’s been a while since I’ve done an Annoying Weekly Update!

(crickets chirping)

Okay, so annoying updates are, well, annoying- but hey it’s all I’ve got today. It’s all I’ve got unless you want to know about power tools and professional sports equipment.

Don’t ask me why I know all about those things. Trust me, you don’t want to know. Trust me, I don’t want to know either.

What’s better than an annoying post about my life full of miscellaneous administrative things I’ve been meaning to mention for the last 6 weeks?

Nothing!

So first things first.

Jacqueline! I tried to send you a Happy Birthday E-card today but the stupid thing came back to me! What’s up with that!? Why is your email eating my email and puking right back to my inbox with a big nasty RETURNED TO SENDER and PS You Smell message? Tell your email it’s in big trouble, mister. I’m just trying to wish you a happy freaking birthday for crying out loud! Anyway, since it didn’t work I’ll just tell you that the card said “You Rock” and had an electric guitar on the front (which is perfect and why I chose it since you love music). Then I wrote you a mushy I love you and happy 25 years and all that crap on the inside.

So- there.

It’s like I sent it again.

Only I didn’t.

Happy birthday! Do you want me to sing the TGIFriday Birthday Song??

I’ll spare you this year.

Next year you might not be so lucky.

Did you guys know that Jacqueline is my real life friend? She knew me when I was super chubby and had tight permed curly hair. It was a really bad time in my childhood. I remember one time I went to one of the beauty colleges to get my hair permed-

wait.

that totally deserves a side story-

Mom! What were you thinking!?! These people were 18-year-old kids that could barely drive a car and still drank chocolate milk for dinner! I know! Let’s let them PERM MY DAUGHTER’S HAIR! What a brilliant idea!! I swear, the oldest child gets totally screwed. My mom knew not to take P to a place like that- AND NOT SUPER TIGHT PERM HER HAIR because she learned with me.

Sigh.

What a crazy time.

Anyway, I remember going to the beauty school college place thing to get my chubby scalp permed and the girl there was all like, “ You’re going to be so pretty. You’re going to turn all the boy’s heads.” Obviously, she was trying to make me feel better because what she was really meaning was, “Crap. Well, I guess this is the reason why we only charge $15 for a perm. You look like a a curly haired sheep and you will definitely get some looks from the opposite sex.”

Fun times.

Anyway- back to Jacqueline.

We both had crushes on these older guys at church and would totally stalk them. Summer camp was always so much fun.

Ahh, memories.

Ironically, I dated one of those boys for over 2 years! Don’t worry, I didn’t have my tight perm during those years.

I’m getting off track. Happy birthday Jacqueline. I hope today is wonderful.

Okay, moving on to other things. Did you notice my Totally Fabulous Award that’s been on the sidebar for like 3 weeks now and has never been mentioned in my blog? No, guys, I didn’t make the thing up myself and award myself. My lovely blog friends Jenny and Kristen gave me this award. I heart you both very much. I felt really loved when I saw this on your guys’ blogs. YOU are fabulous. It’s hard to believe we’ve “known” each other for 2 years! It’s been so much fun.

Okay, so I think I’m all caught up with things I’ve been meaning to talk about but haven’t…

So on to new things.

There’s not much new going on- which is why I just went on a 10 minute tirade about my bad childhood hair decisions.

Kuwait is finally starting to cool off- a little. In the mornings all of us wimps have goosebumps as we stand outside in our short sleeved shirts in the 73 degree air. What weenies, right? It’s still in the high 90s during the day, but it feels so much better than it has in weeks past. I’m anxious for winter here. Winter is amazingly pleasant in Kuwait. I honestly love Kuwait weather 5 months out of the year. The rest of the year? That’s a different story. If you’ve read my blog for the past few summers, I think you probably know how I feel- I often refer to this place as hell. The winters, however, are so nice. They really make me feel happy. The sun is so bright and shiny, but the air is so cool and crisp. It’s a perfect combination of warm and cold.

While we’re on weather- did you guys know when I was in 5th grade I wanted to be a meteorologist? All I would watch- willingly watch of my own volition- was The Weather Channel.

Wow. That’s a doozy, huh!?

That was during the permed hair, chubby fingers stage- which explains a lot.

Then I remember my dreams were dashed in 7th grade (yep- this phase lasted a while) when we had a career fair and I found out how much math a science I was going to have to study.

I changed my mind real fast after that.

After that day I decided to aim real high in my career choice and go for things that never ever required me to use math or science.

So, that’s how I ended up where I am today.

In a round about way I guess.

I wake up in cold sweats at the thought of helping my kid with school work one day. Lord help us all. Good Lord guys, I can barely compute cutting a recipe fraction in half let alone graph an algebraic equation.

How am I still alive!?!

I guess because I don’t bake much.

Want to know something even MORE embarrassing? I couldn’t think of a state capital the other day. I felt like such a moron. State Capitals are one of those things that are DRILLED into your mind all through out school. How could I forget something like that, you know!? I swear, working has made me stupider. I’ve forgotten all I’ve learned in school. I do, however, remember the multiplication tables (here we go- back to the math thing again) because I learned them to different songs. To this day I still hum the song as I compute any sort of multiplication.

My coworker loves it.

A lot.

(not really. She threw an eraser at me the other day while I was doing it. Okay- I’m lying about that, but I think she wanted to).

I can’t imagine why I annoy her. I’m perfectly normal.

I guess this isn’t much of an update and more like a terrifying look into my strange oddities.

Speaking of terrifying!

There was this guy dressed up like the Burger King Man at my camp today. Guys- it was seriously freaking scary. I don’t know why, but the Burger King totally freaks me out. He’s like a giant in the commercials! He’s all 7 feet tall and wears tights and has this gigantic face and is always swaying… I don’t know why- but it just rubs me the wrong way. He’s a scary guy. Do kids like him? What was that marketing and promotion group smoking the Wednesday this guy got put on the drawing board?

Okay, enough randomness for today. Have a wonderful day. Stay safe! More to come…

I need a break from thinking

RIGHT

THIS

VERY

INSTANT.

Although I don’t really have much to say (but really- do I ever??), I feel the need to step away from whatever it is that I’m doing and just chill out.

Hmm-

Note to self: find out if that is still “cool” to say.

Anyway, there’s not much going on worth mentioning (again- is there really ever??). I just felt the need to post.

Wait.

I already said that.

Oh well. Moving right along.

I’m so ready for the weekend. There’s really no particular reason other than the fact that I’m just ready. Ready, ready, ready.

Did I ever tell you guys that Kuwait swtiched their weekends

Ohhh

about 6 months ago??

Ha, not that you really care.

Anyway, Kuwait switched their weekends from Thursday-Friday to Friday-Saturday the first of September. So- tomorrow is my “Friday!” I’m so ready to get on with it.

What else??

Oh- if you know of any wonderful loving dog lovers in Kuwait, could you send them my way please?? Will and I are starting to stress a little about what we’re going to do with poor Bosworth and Lucille while we’re in Jordan next month. Boarding is outrageous here, so we’d really prefer not to.

See!?

SEE!?

This is why we need friends, Will!

I highly doubt we’ll be able to meet and become best friends with the couple I’m obsessed with right now. So, we’re going to have to suck it up and either donate Boz to science research or board the doggies.

I’m still holding out for our best friends, but don’t worry- I won’t dump the dogs on them. We both know that if I did that they’d run screaming and never want to see us again the second Boz hiked his leg and peed on anything that looks remotely close to a tree or fire hydrant.

Or really, anything at all for that matter.

Poor Boz.

We started sticking his nose in the pee and telling him “no” lately.

Are we bad dog parents?

I read to do that somewhere…

I hope you’re not calling PETA right now.

Anyway- it just makes you think, you know? I mean, you’d never do that to your kid- so why stick your dog’s nose in pee?

Ahahaha- sorry, I just had a visual of doing that to a kid.

I’m a nerd.

Okay, back to the matter at hand.

I don’t know if it’s working, I hope so. We’re not very consistent- and as we all know- consistency is key.

The Gooolden Key.

Wow- this is a really dumb and random post.

Anyhow (hmm- let’s count the times I say “anyhow” or “anyway” in a post! It’s quite frightening I’m sure), as you can see, I’m a little scatter-y today. I needed this release though. I feel a lot better!

Happy Hump Day! More to come…

P has no idea this post is “all about P,” so perhaps I should begin with a small note:

P-

This entire post is, well, all about you.

Love,

Brittny

PS- Don’t kill me.

Okay- moving on. I have three P related “things” I want to share today! The first is sort of serious, the second two are so freaking funny.

This first bit is my sister’s short entrance essay into one of the colleges where she’s applying. When I read it, I loved it (and it’s not just because she’s my sister either!), and I wanted to share.

Here it is, and by the way- I took out the school name. It just says “university” in place of what she really wrote. I’m the moron- not her.

I go to a school where my classrooms seem more like the United Nations, rather than a high school. When I walk down the corridors, my ears are bombarded with Urdu, Afrikaans, Arabic, French, and Hindi. I’m not sure if they are talking about the AP Biology test they just failed or what they had for dinner, but I don’t mind. I adore knowing that my hallways are crowded with people nothing like me; people who greet me with a kiss upon each cheek rather than a “What’s up?”, people who pray five times a day to a different God than I do, and people who sometimes wear strict traditional dress, rather than Abercrombie and Fitch. I am satisfied with the fact that “road tripping” isn’t an option for me, because I know that would just get me to the Iraqi border. My eyes have adjusted to minarets dotting the skyline. My body has grown accustomed to the 115 degree temperatures that plague this land for several months out of the year. My life has been dramatically altered while living in this Middle Eastern nation and I would not have had it any other way.

The aforementioned is my daily routine, but more recently, it has served as criteria for finding the perfect university for me. It is imperative that I spend the next four years of my life in a place of blending cultures. University is eye-catching; University radiates diversity. Thus stated, when the opportunity to become more well-rounded and cultured is given to me, I cannot ignore it. My desire to study at University is undeniable and I am assured that it would add to my global outlook. Additionally, University is the only institution I am applying to in the United States. I am aware that there are thousands of universities in the U.S., but I am assured that only University can fulfill my international prerequisites, and quench my passion and necessity for culture. The education and experiences I hope to gain at University will be brilliant, illustrious, and unmatched. I am ready to study at University’s own “Melting Pot”.

Aw, she’s so smart isn’t she? She gets it from her sister (Ha).

So, as much as I don’t want her to go away to college, I’m slowly easing into the idea!

So that’s that. I also have a couple more other P related things to share. She actually suggested I blog about this one, so I’m in the clear for telling you about this stuff.

A couple nights ago, P stayed the night in the hospital (nothing serious- the doctor sort of over reacted). Well coming out of the anesthesia she was incredibly loopy and giggly. This is the email she sent telling me about what happened after her scope. The words in parentheses are the English translations of the Arabic words. I don’t know how funny this stuff will be to you guys. It might be one of those “You had to be there” moments, but I sure thought it was hilarious.

OMG I was dying laughing..it was hilarious. it would have made you laugh.
I have a blog topic for you to do if you dont have any ideas:

HAHAHAHHAHA.

Apparently my sister caused quite a commotion with all her laughter. My mom said she was out of control.  I can’t even imagine. I wish I could have been there. I bet she was a hoot.

Okay, okay, last thing and I promise I’m done.

My parents and sister went to Oman last weekend for Eid (the ending celebration of Ramadan) and apparently my sister ate a whole lot and complained a lot about how bloated she felt. What do you guys think??

I told her it was just her imagination. She looks great, right?

Okay, enough silliness for one day. <3

Hmm… do I feel a multiple posting session in my future today?

I’m thinking yes.

Want to know something funny? The Stillwater, Oklahoma person is someone I know, but it’s someone other than who I was thinking (thank God!). What a small world. Megan, I had no idea you guys were in Stillwater. How great. I’m sure you love to be so close to OSU for game days (I’m throwing up a little as I type that).

I also want to say hi to some new friends! Hello to:

Mel (I hope your work day went okay),

Lydia (We <3 Texas and will probably end up there one day. I hope you and the little one have a good day!),

Amanda (Yay! Another football fan’s wife! Mizzou is a great football team and I bet they end up representing the North for the Big 12 game. If you ever start that blog let me know!),

Anna (Boomer Sooner! We’re hopefully going to follow the Sooners to their bowl game this year. Maybe we’ll see you there!), and

Jill (Jill! I wondered what had happened to you! You’ll definitely have to start blogging again now that you have a little one on the way! Congrats to you and Donnie!!)

That was fun. So we have new friends now guys.

Okay. I need to start working (I have a post all about that later today)!

More to come today…

Okay guys- it’s Monday Confession.

I have a major crush.

I’ve got it bad, guys. Real bad.

I have a super major couple crush on the people that are going to become our bestest friends in the whole wide world over here.

They just don’t know it yet.

There is this couple I simply adore (granted, I’ve seen them for like a total of 5 minutes- but hey! when it’s love, it’s love, am I right?).

Here’s the story.

This February, when we went to the Super Bowl, we flew home out of D.C. Well, as we prepared to board I noticed the cutest couple ever!

AKA our “bestest friends in the whole wide world over here that just don’t know it yet (Crap! That’s a long name for this couple. They’re worth it though. Well… I hope so… see, I’ve kinda sorta never exactly spoken to them just yet. We’ll get to that later.)!”

They’re probably around our age. They were a nice looking couple. They appeared to be poised, smart, and adorable- you know, a great freaking couple that everyone wants to hang out with!

So I was half tempted to throw myself all over them like a cheap college tramp after a few too many drinks at a Tri-Del party- but I refrained. Afterall, what would I have said? “Uh- hiya. I see you’re about to board a plane to Kuwait. Whatdoyouknow- so are we!” and then tell them about how we just came from the Super Bowl?

Um- I prefer to hide this football obsession from people until I know we’re life-long friends. Plus, I was looking incredibly rough (I mean, who likes to travel 18 hours dressed to the nines?), and the wife looked super cute. Double Plus- they were flying 1st class and we were in the freaking back of the plane next to someone that smelled like bacon and cooler ranch doritos. That’s not exactly the first impression I wanted to make.

In the midst of smelly bacon-dorito-back-of-the-plane funk, my crush began.

After we landed in Kuwait, the entire plane crowded around the baggage claim all looking for the exact same black Samsonite suitcase. I once again noticed the couple, and once again thought to myself, “I really want them to be our friends, darn it!” We stood near each other as our husbands found and loaded our luggage, but no words were exchanged. Sigh. That was the end of the story.

Or so I thought!

A few months later, we came across them again. This time it was at the Sultan Center. “Wow! We have so much in common! We both ride planes and we buy groceries at the Sultan Center!” See, guys? We’re a match made in Heaven.

So, as I was perusing the dairy section I did a quick cart check. You gotta know what your best friends are putting into their bodies, right? Well, they passed the cart test. If I had any doubts they were a great couple worthy of our Friday nights, they were diminished the second I saw their produce.

So, I looked like a freaking drooling moron at the store that day. I just can’t seem to get over how incredibly normal these people look, and I can’t stop wondering, “What in the WORLD these people are doing here? They’re so normal! Just like us!” Normal Americans are not common in this country. Hence why I’m practically laying myself in front of these people.

Anyway- So yeah, we saw them again. Nothing happened, though. Just a simple cart check that ended up with me hiding underneath their cart trying to secretly place our phone number into their lunch meat while they strolled about the cereal aisle living their lives (and wondering how their cart suddenly got so heavy).

Just kidding about the cart thing.

Don’t think I didn’t consider it, though.

And then? Then there was this weekend.

Another few months had passed since my last bestest friend ever spotting, and quite honestly I had forgotten that there was hope in finding a nice young couple in this country. Will and I decided to celebrate the end of Ramadan and the re-opening of civilization during the day by going to Chilis for lunch Saturday. We got there soon after it opened and had the place practically to ourselves. We sat down, and you’ll never guess in a million years who was sittng across from us!

YES!

OUR BEST FRIENDS EVER!

Okay, not directly across from us- there was a table in between, but still- we were practically having lunch together, guys!

Anyway, I know I sound like an incredibly OBSESSIVE high school girlfriend, but I think they noticed us too.

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Or maybe I’m just telling myself that so I feel better.

I finally cracked and told Will about my crush. He never knew I had scouted out our newest friends. I told him the whole story and he responds with, “Huh. I never noticed them at the airport. Who are they again?”

Sigh.

I feel like I’m talking to a wall sometimes.

After re-explaining my story and once again hearing from Will that he didn’t remember ever seeing these people, I gave up. I mean really, guys, what was I going to do? Proudly get up, walk to their table, sit right next to the wife and introduce myself?

“HI! I’m Brittny. I know you don’t know me, but I’ve been in love with you guys from the first moment they called your boarding pass in D.C. this winter.

You fly.

We fly.

You shop at the Sultan Center.

We shop at the Sultan Center.

You eat at Chilis.

We eat at Chilis.

Mmm, fries (reaching onto her plate and shoving one in my mouth)! I love those too! See! It’s like we were seperated at birth! All you have to do now is tell me your husband loves football and we’ll make you the godparents of our firstborn!”

Yeah- try making that conversation not sound stalkerish!

Totally not going to happen.

Will thought I was a total goof for crushing so much. I guess it is a little silly. Why can’t we at least run in the same circles! Do you know how impossible it is to befriend people who don’t even know you’re alive!? Seriously!

So, lunch was over and I bid our friends “goodbye” as Will once again made fun of my incredible dorkiness.

After lunch it was off to the Sultan Center for groceries. Same old story, nothing exciting. As I went to grab some yogurt, you’ll never guess who in the WORLD I saw!

Yep!

Our best friends.

(insert Twilight Zone music)

What are the odds! 4 sightings in a country of one million people?

Is it a sign?

Are we destined to keep running into each other until one of us gets brave and says something?

Weird!

This time I swear there was a look. They totally knew who we were. At last! They remembered us!

(insert hallelujah chorus)

Everything got all slow motion-y and hazy and they slowly pushed their cart towards us, it was like one of those terrible teenage love movies.

Sigh. Love, I tell you. Love.

SCREECH!

My odd little dream sequence came to a quick halt.

Unfortunately, we had gotten a head start on our shopping and were headed for the check out line. They, however, were just getting started with their shopping.

Sigh.

Another bust.

Um, so guys? Question. Does this give me the right to say a friendly, “Hello (and nothing more I swear! I promise not to open my stupid mouth and say anything dumb)” if we ever cross paths again? Hmm…

Because you know what? I’m such a freaking chicken and will never say anything, not even hello, because I’m so timid. How dumb, right? I definetly have “hello” rights, though.

Right?

What’s the worse they could say?

Nothing?

That’s not so bad. They seem so normal that I doubt either of them would begin rotating their heads and spitting pea soup at us or anything.

Hello is safe. Hello it is.

(proudly proclaiming) My name is Brittny, and I’m going to say hello.

So, once again our paths crossed, and once again nothing happened.

Later that afternoon, I brought up the subject again. Will repeated what he said earlier that day, “I think it’s just you that notices people, Britter. I bet they’re just like me and don’t even remember us.”

“I bet you’re wrong!”

(sarcastically), “Yeah. I bet they’re having this exact conversation right now.”

“You know what!? I bet they ARE! I mean, who wouldn’t want to be our friends!?!”

-Pause-

Huge Eruption of Laughter.

“Alright, alright. I guess I better just stick to admiring from afar. I am going to say hi if we ever see them again, though. They are, afterall, our bestest friends in the whole world!”

Just FYI I might not be posting from Thursday night-Saturday night. I’ll be camping out at the Sultan Center in hopes of another sighting.

Ha ha just kidding!

(sort of)

I was so freaking desperate for chocolate last night that I resorted to 3 chocolate Viactiv vitamins.

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On top of the 2 I already had that morning- soley for calcium purposes.

Umm, can’t be sure but I’m leaning towards the fact that wasn’t too smart.

How pathetic.

The truth is that I can’t keep “crap” in my house because it will get eaten!

Not eaten in a normal human being way.

Eaten in a Gargantuan-I’m-Going-To-Suck-The-Life-Right-Out-of-This-Refrigerator-And-Then-Smear-Peanut Butter-All-Over-Myself sort of way.

(insert evil laugh) Muahahahahahaha

My self control is rather lacking. Thank God Will can’t cook. That would have been disastrous.

Ha, while we’re on the subject of eating I ought to mention I’m going to the Gaucho this weekend (the one in Kuwait- not in the UK of course) to have a 10 ounce slab of marble-y Argentinean beef so tender and amazing that when it’s slapped on my plate- juice comes flying at my new shirt.

And I don’t even get mad.

The company at the Gaucho, however, will be far less thrilling than this steak.

(then again, what IS more thrilling than a huge pile of roaring beef jucing all over itself and staring right at you- right?)

We’ll be accompanying my parents on a triple date.

Yes, incase you’re wondering, Will is thrilled. He clasped his hands in jubulation and began jumping up and down and in a high pitch shrill yelled, “Yay! Friends, friends friends! We’re going out with frrrrrrrriends for dinner!”

not.

I’m going to have to drug the poor man to get him to go.

Shh- he doesn’t know that part yet.

Do you think a sleeping pill and 20 cups of coffee will make him lucid and excited to be at this grand event? Hmmm....

Anyway, we’re going out with another couple a little older than my parents.

We’re going to talk about Metamucil and IRAs and how often we pee after 11 pm and our children and how smart and wildly successful they are.

Hmmm- note to self: enroll Boz in Higher Education

Who am I kidding? No one is going to believe Boz, my little boy dog, is smart enough to attend school.

Note to self: enroll Lucy in Higher Education

Yeah, that’s better.

I can’t wait. Fun fun!

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or at least blogging material.

oh-

and steak.

More to Come…

I have to tell you about my almost breakdown last night.

I got totally parental on myself last night.

It finally hit me that my baby sister is graduating, leaving the country, and going to college in like 7 months.

Do you realize we’ve practically lived with each other or 10 minutes away from each other for almost 18 years!?

I was listening to “Mourining Morning” by Just Jack (<3)- mainly because my sister is my music supplier and told me to download it. Anyway, I totally almost lost it there (I'll post part of the lyrics at the end).

What are you doing to me woman!?!

So anyway, I finally realized that this is the last time we'll really be around each other like we are right now- and yes, I got all misty.

Mainly because I'm a nerd and stress about things so far in the future that God might not even be aware of them yet (just kidding, God!).

But that's a legit stress, right?

Definitely. It ranks right up there with world hunger and global warming I'm almost positive.

Anyway, that's today's story.

P-

I really want you to stay but I know you have to go, have to go again

“Mourning Morning”

~Just Jack

Love,

Britter

Uh- Jenny? Am I doing this too early?

If I am- I’m sorry! I saw a couple other people posted theirs so I thought I’d follow suit!

Plus, who isn’t excited about Awesome Autumn, right?

Before I begin, you must be warned that I recently got a new phone with a really great camera.

That’s all I’ll say. You’ll understand the warning soon enough.

I was so excited to receive my AA gift this past Tuesday. My gift came from a good friend of mine too- so that made me all the more excited to open my gifts!

RJ- you kept a good secret!

Want to know something crappy!? RJ did a beautiful job making all these super cute labels to go along with my gifts- but sadly I’m not at home and I’m trying to recall what everything stood for in the AUTUMN acronym. AND- instead of waiting to post when I got home like a normal person would, I just have to post now.

Makes sense, right?

So RJ, my love, I’m sorry I’m killing the acronym you created. Please have mercy.

Okay- let’s get on with the post.

I received some really great gifts from RJ. The fact that she knows me made my gift really sweet and personal. For instance she got me “A” book on the “wholy” land (remember? I can’t say the “h” word because the government flags that sort of stuff) since she knows I’ll be in the area this fall.

She also got me the “U"ltimate cheesecake recipe. Uh-YUM. If you know RJ you know she’s an amazing dessert maker. I looked at the recipe and felt a little overwhelmed. RJ- come help!

She also got me a new nail polish color. I love the color, it’s super pretty. Not only is it perfect for fall, but it’s OU red!

RJ also got my doggies a surprise! Unlimited fun for the doggies!! How cute!!

Then they started fighting.

I had to take the bone away.

For like 30 seconds. I’m so mean.

Ha.

I also got the cutest thing ever- a PINK John Deere hat. I <3 it RJ! I never wear hats, but I'm totally in love with this one. I had fun… as you can tell:

Middle East 4 EVAH

Well… Maybe not 4 EVAH.

at least for a couple more years.

AND-

as you already know from yesterday’s post-

RJ sent me Dove chocolate. <3

Me? Share with you?

Ahahahahaha

Life is Beautiful.

Would it be bad if I ate these all at once?

Hey! What happened? There’s only one left. :(

AHA! The chocolate bandit is found!

I then grounded her for life.

It’s okay. We’re cool now.

and I’m happy again.

THE END

RJ- I love your gifts! It’s been so fun knowing you. Thanks so much for all my goodies. I’m SO excited about my book. It will really come in handy on my trip- especially since I can’t access any websites that has to do with “that country” from Kuwait (the government blocks them). thanks a million!

I had such fun playing. Jenny- you’re so creative.

As you can see, I love my new camera phone. Sorry for all the freaking pictures. I was just as annoyed as you were.

Have a great day! 

kind of.

I had lots of fun playing- just as I did last time. I look forward to my package arriving, and I look forward to my partner getting hers!

My Sweet Blog Friend Jenny sent me the sweetest surprise this week!

Jenny, you have AMAZING timing. I was sitting at work, dreading the thought of filing, missing Will, and anxious to go home.

Much to surprise I had a package in the mail! A sweet surprise from one of my favorite bloggers in the world, Jenny. It was a birthday gift, “5 months late” as she stated.

It was the just the therapy I needed- some “smelly good” and a pretty little flowery card. It totally made my day- and it smells great! It will forever remind me of my sweet blog friend,

my “real” friend,

Jenny.

Jenny and I go “way back” to the early days of the nest when people barely left comments and life revolved around life immediately after the wedding. Here we are now, a few years into our marriage, leaving comments as if we were on a frequent writer plan, and on our own sites.

Isn’t it funny how most of us have never met (unless you’re lucky enough like some bloggers who have!),

have rarely if ever spoken on the phone,

barely email,

probably don’t even know each other’s last names or where we grew up,

couldn’t pick each other out of a crowded room,

yet count one another as friends, real life friends.

Heck, most of my blog friends are far closer to me than my real ones these days. I guess it’s because we’ve made this whole online “long distance” thing a priority whereas other people that don’t enjoy this computer box as much haven’t.

I’m thankful for the friendships I’ve established here, so very thankful. I’ve met some of the most beautiful, colorful, and genuine people through this venue.

Jenny, thanks for the reflection today. You are always so loving, nurturing, and thoughtful and that continually comes out in your blog. I’m so blessed to know you.

to my other blog friends- thank you. In a lot of crazy ways, you are my refuge whether you know it or not.

Have a great day. I wish you happy surprises!

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