1. I do not understand NASCAR. I mean, I understand the general concept. However, I do not understand how my husband can watch three hours of it in one sitting. The man doesn’t even like to watch me pull out of the drive way, yet if you put a man in a fancy suit full of various company patches and let them drive as fast as they want he’s enamored. I don’t get it.
2. Will got chocolate covered honey buns- and yes, they’re pretty freaking good. However, they’re like 350 calories for one. Do you know how much Special K with Strawberries I can have in place of that?!
3. I had black coffee last week which really surprised me. I’m much more of a skim milk, two sugars kind of girl. But last week was a pretty bad week, and therefore I draw the conclusion that I had to hit the hard stuff.
4. I’m really loving Mary Kay’s new Vitamin C Serum. It’s like magic.
5. It’s only 2 weeks until I’m reunited with my lovely ladies Sarah and Theresa and get to share in Theresa’s very special day. Actually, days! Her birthday is the day before the wedding. Pretty great.
6. I start school next Monday and am sort of freaking out.
7. Will and I are contemplating a December trip to Minneapolis. It’s not like an extravagant trip or anything, it’s Minneapolis, but if you’ve read my blog since 2005 you know it’s been a place Will and I have frequented and have definitely enjoyed each time we visited. I don’t want to go because in my mind we should just save our money and go somewhere we’ve never been, but Will’s argument is that it’s just a small “mini trip” and a getaway would be nice. Oh the fun of trying to make a decision. We shall see!
8. It’s fantasy football time again. For the first time in my married life I’m fully embracing being a football widow. I’m sure I’ll provide you all the details very soon, so we’ll just leave it at that.
9. Have you ever had a Whataburger with cheese? If you haven’t, you aren’t living and should really do it. Right now.
10. I’m really hoping for a good rain. We need it, but I also enjoy the rain. In fact, I have a few rain showers and thunderstorms downloaded on my ipod for when I can’t get to sleep. I feel sort of like an earthy hippie type writing that. I have no idea why.
All is well in the world of Norman. Bradford is back. No seriously- I think I saw a grown man cry yesterday when it was announced.
Weird.
Will is going to freak when he finds out I decided to crank out a post at 10:30. We’re supposed to leave in five minutes. Eh- timeliness is overrated. Plus, it’s my duty to drive my husband crazy, right?
So last night we had a bowling party at work. Oh guys I am the world’s worst bowler. Perhaps it’s honestly because I don’t really care, or maybe I truly do suck. Whatever the case- I suck. Nonetheless I still had a really good time. In fact- I was the worst bowler in the office- which typically isn’t a crown you would want to wear- except for the fact that the loser got the cutest pink bowling pin with black polka dots. I love it. We’ll forget about the fact that it says “pin head” on it. That can easily be turned to face the wall, yes?
Today is game day! We’re headed to Ted’s and then the game. I think today is the first day in a week in which the sun will be out all day! I love cool sunny fall days. They’re the best.
So remind me to tell you guys about my embarrassing moment this week. Why is it that when I get embarrassed instead of keeping it to myself I tell the whole world? Who knows.
Anyway, Will is beckoning. I suppose I won’t keep him waiting.
I’m lying and there’s really not much worth sharing.
Actually…
I could share some pretty freaking HILARIOUS text messages back and forth between myself and sister involving all sorts of random topics.
But for the sake of sparing our pride it’s best I do not share.
Then there’s the fact that we have a mouse in our garage that we’ve been trying to catch for um
like two weeks now
but that sneaky bastard keeps outsmarting us.
It’s a genius mouse.
A genius mouse!
Like the freaking Einstein Bill Gates Macgyver of all mice.
I hate that guy!
So we’ve tried everything
and yet he’s somehow managed to escape from everything we’ve planted.
Except…
this week he was no where to be found,
and the cheese we left out remained untouched.
Which freaks me the crap out because:
A. It’s inevitable some awful smell is going to start permeating the garage because by some freak chance we actually managed to kill the guy with who knows what.(And don’t you love how I just assume it’s a guy? I mean we all know it has to be! He eats and leaves without cleaning up after himself! Enough said.)
B. There’s a bigger more skilled Einstein Bill Gates Macgyver of all mice that ate the late Einstein Bill Gates Macgyver of all mice and is now going to way, way, way outsmart us.
Like we’re going to walk out to our cars one day and he’s going to be smoking a pipe reading a Sherlock Holmes novel and asking for me to bring him his slippers.
Nice.
Anyway, it’s been eerily quiet this week and I’m not sure I like that. I mean, unless of course he is in fact dead and there’s no second mouse lurking around the corner.
Then we’re good.
Then of course there’s the fact that it’s GAME DAY.
Okay
Like in one hour it’s GAME DAY.
Yes.
I still say it with excitement in my voice. Who cares if we blow this year (okay I’m totally lying. I most definitely care if we blow this year… this is simply a psychological tactic to prepare myself for any potential future disappointment), I’m excited about game day.
I’m also excited about Olive Garden’s Never Ending Pasta Bowl.
We’ll be indulging after the game tomorrow. Hello fatness! Who am I kidding? I’ll get one bowl and be done (um… I hope anyway), but it’s still more economical to do it that way.
Sure Brittny… keep telling yourself that’s why you need pasta soaked in alfredo sauce.
Ramble Ramble…
I guess I need to get off so I make sure I’m up early enough to work off a small fraction of my lunch at the gym tomorrow morning. Hope you guys had a great Friday!
An interesting phenomena has occurred at the B-Love house this past week, and every time I think about it I laugh.
I’ve found the perfect babysitter for Will so that I can play on our new iMac.
It’s called fantasy football.
Yes, I realize this is no new babysitter, and something that occupies an exorbitant amount of time of Will’s life during the fall months. However instead of being annoyed with it I’ve come to embrace it.
Well… for the most part anyway.
The funny thing is that Will thinks he’s found the perfect babysitter for me.
The iMac.
He figures he can stick me in the office to play on our new computer and iChat with my sister and I’ll be content for hours- and he’s pretty much right.
Only we all know who’s really getting one over on the other person, right?
(incase you’re wondering- it’s me).
Um and as a side note, do you guys remember The Babysitters Club books? Good times. I was so in love with those girls and used to want to have a club with my friends just like theirs… Do you think it counts if you and I start our own adult version of The Babysitters Club and use things such as NFL Sunday Ticket, Playstation 3, and pizza to occupy our husband’s time while we go shopping? Is that bad?… Don’t answer that.
The madness begins this weekend. If you’ve known me for a while you know that “the madness” refers to football season. Both pro and college. They both consume Will’s life, and for the next few months I become a football widow. Will galavants around with his mistress (football) from September to January, fully consumed with each point scored, each stat, and every matchup.
And I no longer pretend to “get it.” Because although I fully understand his passion for the sport, I’ve given up on trying to understand the obsession behind it.
I have to admit, though, I’m a little jealous of Will this weekend. He and Ross are going to the OU-BYU game at the new Texas stadium- which I think is going to be pretty amazing.
Don’t feel bad for me though, I’ll be having plenty of fun myself. I’m spending the weekend with my mom and sister and get to see my sister’s apartment, school, and everything else. See? More babysitters. I’ve got Will occupied with the game, he has me occupied with my family.
It’s a beautiful thing.
Oh and don’t worry- this doesn’t mean we’re not getting any quality time in together. We still have season tickets, remember? I’ll be alongside him for plenty o’ games this year you can count on that. Plus who could forget OU-Texas
and OU-Nebraska (!!!),
both out of town trips which I’m very excited about.
It all balances out and we’re both (much) happier for it. I’m not a nagging wife, and (in my mind at least) he’s not some crazed football fan. Who am I kidding? We know that’s a lie. Well- at least this way I’m a tiny bit removed from it.
Tomorrow we’re going to OU’s official Red and White game. It’s a scrimmage they do every year and is somewhat of a big deal around here- for sports fans anyway.
It’s funny to look back and see that four years ago this time I was doing the exact.same.thing. I guess life is cyclical a lot of times.
So- even though we’ve missed the last 3 Red and White games, Will and I are restarting this tradition. Although there are a lot of times during the week in which I miss our life in Kuwait, it’s days like today in which I think about how a normal American weekend sounds nice.
I’m trying to talk Will out of the Ted’s part though because it’s my “birthday week” and darn it- I should get to choose what we have, right!?
Okay- I know I’m stretching here…
So Saturday should be fun and I’m looking forward to it.
Oh- and did I mention I’m going to try my darndest to go to the gym before the game? In some really sick way I’m tempted to text The Gym Nazi to see if she wants to meet up with me….
Because I’m insane.
I’ll let you know what I decide.
If I don’t post in a few days please come looking for me as there’s a good chance my body parts will be strategically stuffed within gym equipment.
Oh wow- that would really be a bad way to go…
Okay no more psychotic murderous gym talk.
Anyway- so the verdict is still out about whether I’m going to text The Gym Nazi- but between the two of us? I so am.
Okay so anyway- Sunday is Easter.
Yay for Easter Sunday.
I’m not going to get into the whole importance of Easter discussion in this post, but I will say part of me is sort of blah about Sunday.
Okay blah AND excited.
If that’s at all possible.
And- I’m pretty sure it’s not…
Which therefore means I guess I need to choose whether I’m blah or excited.
…
How about we split the difference and just say I’m neutral about Sunday?
My in-laws are “surprising” me on Sunday because my birthday is next week. They’re going to drive to our house with a cake and my present and have lunch with us after church.
It’s really sweet and thoughtful- I know. Not only that, but Pat called Will and wanted to get me a birthday cake I really would like.
I seriously heart boxed strawberry cake with regular old canned vanilla frosting on my birthday, and Pat is going to take time out of her busy weekend to “surprise” me with my favorite cake.
I say “surprise” me because Will absolutely knows I would kill him if my in laws up and showed up without any sort of advanced notice.
I mean REALLY! He knows I have to create the fake house before people come over or he would be the one stuffed within a treadmill belt (um- totally kidding about that- don’t arrest me).
I guess the “blah” part is the creating the fake house part. I was really hoping I’d get to be lazy Sunday afternoon, but it doesn’t appear that will happen.
Oh well- it’s still a nice gesture and I should focus on that I suppose.
Please for my sanity say a prayer that Pat doesn’t say anything about the miracle of BIRTHdays and how they celebrate LIFE and how 26 years I was being BORN and how special NEW BORN BABIES are on their BIRTHday.
Because I seriously might launch a wad of strawberry cake up against the wall.
Ha-
Who am I kidding!? You guys know I could never waste a good cake.
I’m pretty sure we lost from the second Will and I got on the airplane.
Although- it didn’t seem so at first.
We rode the same plan as Heisman quarterback Sam Bradford’s parents as well as Jeremy Beal’s parents.
Good sign, right?
We thought so.
We ended up getting delayed on our way there, which was a bit of an annoyance- yet we didn’t think it was the end of the world.
Ha.
We got to Miami late and had to wait almost an hour catch the Enterprise shuttle to get a rental car.
That whole slogan, “Pick Enterprise, We Pick You Up” is a HUGE lie. Apparently that holds true for all places except Miami.
We waited forever and finally caught the shuttle to enterprise.
When we got there we should have known there was going to be a problem. A mass of people, all clad in game gear, was standing outside waiting for a shuttle to take them to their hotels.
Hmm- that seems strange, right?
Will got in line and waited.
We waited, and waited, and waited.
Will finally got to the counter and the manager turned the lights off- all in attempts to say that Enterprise no longer had any cars- despite people making reservations for cars 3 weeks in advance- and that they were closing for the night.
Bad sign?
We thought so…
Yeah- Will wasn’t humored.
They offered to take us to our hotel and bring us back in the morning for a car.
Um- no.
They briefly mentioned trying to go to their sister company’s office to see if they would be able to honor our reservation.
Will and I decided to take a chance and walked over to the rental place. A tiny hole in the wall kiosk sort of place.
Nice.
Apparently a lot of Enterprise customers had the same idea. There was a line almost out the door all full of people hoping that this company didn’t give away all their cars just as Enterprise did.
We waited, and waited, and waited once again.
Will finally got to the counter.
The Oklahoma gods were looking out for us because we got the very.last.car.on.the.lot.
Everyone else was turned away.
Good sign?
We sure thought so.
We were the proud renters of a white Dodge minivan.
Oh yeah baby.
We loaded up and returned to the airport to pick up Ross and Rachel (we took different flights).
While we waited I made a video recapping the evening. As you will see- Will was not humored.
At all.
HA HA I look freaking hilarious in the freeze frame Flickr used. Nice.
We got Ross & Rachel, went to the hotel and called it a night- or late morning… whatever.
The next day we donned our Sooner gear and were ready to go to Miami!
We should have known we were destined to lose…
We got on the elevator and were on our way down (with a dozen other people, some OU fans, some Gator fans… fun times). As we arrived to the ground level, the elevator got stuck.
We couldn’t get the door open.
Bad sign?
We thought so.
This insane Gator fan started to panic and freak out. She began yelling and beating on the door. She started trying to pry it open yelling, “You don’t understand! I’ve got to get out of here! You don’t understand! HELP! HELP!”
We don’t understand that you’re psycho and need to calm the crap down in situations like this?
Yeah- we pretty much understood, lady.
All of a sudden we started to go up again.
Um- not a good sign.
We got to the 2nd floor and there was this huge jolt.
Yeah- I was thinking I was about to meet my Maker right there in a Miami elevator.
What a bad way to go.
We finally somehow got back to the ground level- with this woman going absolutely insane and really freaking us out. Ross and Will were trying to calm her down, but it wasn’t working.
The door finally opened and we tripped the lady on our way out.
Kidding.
But don’t think it didn’t cross my mind.
Bad sign?
We thought so…
The rest of the morning and afternoon was great. We went to Hard Rock for lunch, walked around, and took pictures. We went to South Beach and had fun there too. It was a really good afternoon.
Good sign?
We thought so…
We went back to the hotel to freshen up and get ready for the big game. We arrived at the stadium ready to claim our title. This game was ours for the taking.
Well- at least we thought so…
As soon as I entered the stadium I ran into a couple that used to teach me in Sunday school! Too crazy. They moved to Florida and got tickets to the game. I hadn’t seen them in years. What a small world.
I took that as a good sign.
While we were wandering the stadium we decided to get dinner.
As I was waiting in line I ran into my ex-boyfriend’s parents!
Random, right? I mean, I know a lot of people I knew were probably going to be at the game, but in a stadium that size I didn’t figure I’d run into one person- let alone a whole freaking family!
I hadn’t really talked to them since the breakup, so it was nice to catch up.
After my 2nd random encounter we had dinner and were on our way to our seats when…
I ran into not only my ex’s parents- but the whole entire family.
I was going to play it off like I didn’t see them (mainly because I’d seen my ex a few times since the breakup and he totally ignored me), but my ex actually called me over and we talked. He got to meet Will, and I met his wife.
It was sort of nice because things had ended badly. It was sort of like closure because we’re past all that now (I mean it was like 6 freaking years ago) and are both really happy in life.
So- I figured I ought to count that as a good sign.
We got to our seats and were ready for the big game.
Can we please glaze over this part?
Thanks.
I should have known it was going to be a bad game when the Gator girl in front of us flicked Will off.
Yeah- I probably should have taken that as a bad sign.
The game was slow the first half, and well- you know how the 2nd half ended.
We left the stadium bummed about the loss and decided a huge pile of fast food may dull the pain.
Well I thought that…
We drove around for literally an hour trying to find a place that was open.
Nothing.
Nothing at all.
Don’t drive-thrus in Florida stay open late!?!
Apparently not…
We finally found a Wendy’s that had a drive thru open late. At this point it was 1:15. “Yes!! It says the drive thru is open until 2!”
As we approached the drive thru we noticed that the drive thru was open until 2 on Fridays thru Saturdays.
It closed at 1:00 Mondays-Thursdays.
Talk about irony.
We couldn’t catch a break!
So- we just headed back to the hotel.
The next day was pretty much full of airport stuff- which is generally never fun.
We got in Friday night, and it was so nice to be home.
The doggies were very happy to see us, as you can imagine.
My house is a mess, but I’ve vowed not to clean it until tomorrow.
Sort of a mourning thing, perhaps?
All-in-all it was a really fun quick trip.
I know I painted a depressing picture with all the “bad signs,” but I was sort of kidding about all that.
Sort of.
We had a nice time. It was really fun to go with another couple too. It made the trip a lot more fun.
So, we didn’t win our eighth this week and that’s pretty unfortunate. I have no idea what this means for the next season, Bob, Sam, everything…
I just know I’m sort of glad the season is over and now my husband can focus on going thru footlockers with me (ha ha).
Hope you guys had a good weekend. boomer sooner <3
That’s right my lovelies, tomorrow we’ll be going for our 8th National Title.
I realize that my audience is probably not nearly as enamored by the whole idea of screaming until you’re hoarse for men in tight pants to collide into one another in hopes of “scoring,” but as this is such a big part of my married life- I have an obligatory role to post about this very subject.
It seems weird actually living in the states and being available to go to such a game. Before it was a whole big “thing” in which we’d plan a whole vacation around a holiday or a football game. This year we’re here and it’s just a hop, skip, and jump away.
Well- kind of…
It’s hard to believe that a whole year ago Will and I were in Arizona for the Fiesta Bowl.
I’m hoping Lady Luck will be with us this year. I mean- bad luck can only last so long, right?
Let’s hope so.
It’s one of those risks you take when you plan a trip like this- but you simply have to go because you never know when you’ll make it back. I mean, the last time we won a national championship I was a senior in high school (crazy!) It’s just one of those things where you take the risk and go do it and have no regrets.
Did I tell you guys that Ross and Rachel are going with us? I’m very excited. I mean- not only are we going to the Big Dance, but we’re doing with friends.
A getaway with friends!
I mean- we all know what implications that means when a couple goes away on a trip together, so I have to believe the same holds true for friends (um- minus the drooly makeout sessions of course). I think it means our friendship has gone from “hanging out once a month or so” to “I think these could be our new couple BFFs, Will.” Ha ha
Anyway- I know by now not to be all-
“BOOMER SOOMER! We’re going to KILL THE GATORS!”-
and all that crap- because I have all too often felt the sting of defeat in these big games.
Instead, I will simply wish the Sooners good luck in hopes that this year will be our year. A little Sooner Magic wouldn’t hurt either.
This weekend was one of the best ones I’ve had in a long time-
and it’s partly due to my work Christmas party!
Who would have thought, right?
I have so much to chat about today- are you ready to sit for a while?
Good.
So Friday was my big work Christmas party (see the below post).
Guys- I had a freaking blast. I came thinking it would be alright, but it turned out to be so much fun.
As expected I saw some funny dancing- to include our vice president! I loved it. People were totally getting down. It was too funny. I sat by my boss and another girl I work with and we had a good time.
By the way- who decides to play musical chairs three hours into an adult Christmas party where 95% of the attendees have been drinking?
Crazy people, that’s who!
I must say, though- it was pretty funny.
I somehow got roped into being one of the players. I only made it two rounds.
I blame my high heels. My feet were killing me by the end of the night.
I don’t think Will had as much fun as I did.
Wait.
I know Will didn’t have as much fun as me, but I guess that’s because I know these people and Will didn’t.
Anyway- it was a lot of fun, and yes, I will be laughing on the inside when I see some of my coworkers tomorrow morning.
Yesterday was just as much fun.
We went to dinner with Ross and Rachel followed by going to a Christmas play at their church, so that was nice.
After the play we came home and watched the Heisman Presentation (we DVRed it. I love that thing.)!
As you can imagine, we were stoked to see Bradford win.
Stoked.
I think “Stoked” needs to be added to my running list of stupid words I’m not allowed to say anymore…
Anyway- we were very excited to see Bradford win (How’s that? Better than stoked?).
As you can see from my Flickr pictures, we had a good night. I’m partial to the one of me and Rachel doing the Heisman pose. Don’t ask me how we ended up in my belly dancing skirts. I don’t remember. I do remember it was funny though.
Can I blame it on the fact that we were so happy about Bradford winning the Heisman that it impaired our judgement? I’m going to go with that.
This year has been so freaking fun to be a Sooner fan. Just thinking about it gets me fired up. The last home game- against Tech- was freaking amazing. I’m so excited for the National Championship.
Wait.
Did I tell you guys I’m going?
I know most of you don’t care about football- but as you know, Will is highly obsessed, and now that we’re back in the states it’s only worse.
Anyway, because of our season tickets we qualified for four season tickets through the school so we didn’t have to pay outrageous prices so that was very exciting!
So- Ross and Rachel are going with us to the big dance! I’m so freaking excited, and now having Bradford as the Heisman winner makes it that much sweeter.
We spent a week in Miami in February of 2007, and I figured that’d be the only time we’d be there. Now we’re heading back!
Sigh- I want to go on, but I realize you don’t care, so I’ll shut up.
I’m sure you’ll be hearing more in time…
After the game we celebrated which was oddly enough followed by a 1:00 am game of Scrabble.
Random.
Oh and just for my own odd benefit- let me tell you what a freaking cow I was last night!
We had leftover pizza from dinner so I ended up eating like 2 pieces of that at like 10:30, followed up with a Reeces Christmas Tree,
(sidebar- have you guys had those yet? They’re freaking AMAZING. They’re like the Easter egg ones. I love those things. They’re way better than the regular ones because the annoying ridged chocolate doesn’t get in the way.)
3 (or 4… I can’t really remember) regular Reeces- because apparently I WANT to be fat,
chips (Reduced Fat!… although… I think after about 2 cups it doesn’t really matter...)
a peanut butter sandwich,
and Cheetos.
MOO.
No amount of working out will undo that carnage.
BOO.
I’ll sure try at the gym tomorrow, though, guys- I promise.
Sorry- I just felt the need to unload my weekend fatness on you. I generally share this information with my sister, but she’s asleep right now, so you guys have to suffer now.
Sorry.
Anyway, we had a really good Saturday night too. In my life it’s not very common that I have two nights of big fun. A party, a play, Scrabble!? Too much fun to handle! (ha ha- I’m kidding about the Scrabble part)
Wow. I realize you guys probably could care less about:
“What I Did This Weekend!” - a short story by Brittny
However, I figured I ought to use my blog to chronicle certain things I want to remember so I can look back and, well, remember them! So- sorry for the lame post.
I can’t be sure of the final count, but I think I just ate 20 or so Chick-fil-a nuggets covered in Polynesian sauce.
and I pretty much feel like throwing up all over my multi-colored carpet (afterall, now that the puke-free streak has ended, does it really matter?).
Oh- and I also had a Chick-fil-a brownie too.
Because apparently I enjoy gorging myself to the point of vomiting on game day.
Game day.
What is it about game day that will make people do stupid things like break open a keg at 9:00 in the morning, go shirtless in sub-zero weather, or eat 34,000 calories!?
Oh- and I probably also failed to mention the sausage velveeta queso dip I made (Yuck! That just sounds white trash, right?). In my defense I used “lite” sausage.
ha- you know, because 10 grams of fat per 2oz. serving is SO HEALTHY! You’re really doing a bang up job keeping your family clear of heart attacks with that “lite” sausage, Brittny!
But because it’s “game day” all rules of health and sanity go out the window.
I'm B-Love. I've just returned to America after spending three years in Kuwait with my husband Mr. B-Love and our two maltese, Boz and Lucy. We recently added two more doggies to our family, Rocky and Teddy. I love weight training, OU football, and lazy weekends. Buckle up and get ready for my constant embarrassing moments, continual madness at a new job, and my daily effort to rely on Christ while adjusting to life back in the real world.
