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Freaking Football

And I Wonder Why We Don’t Have More Friends By Now

I felt it necessary to post about something.

Anything.

Nothing for God’s sake.

I felt it necessary to put something above the thong post. Something about it seems so tacky and inappropriate.

Funny- I felt much more liberty to speak freely while in Kuwait- a ultra-consertaive country- than I do here. I guess it’s becaure I’m home now. Home where I know people people think they know me, the young Brittny they knew a whole three years ago before I moved away for three years and became a lot different.The truth is that they don’t, but seriously- do you really think I’m going to say that to them during a short 5 minute conversation of catching up.

“Oh hi Brittny! It’s so nice to see you! How have you been?”

“Great- oh and by the way you have no idea who I am anymore and it irritates me the way you judge what I do!

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How are the kids??”

Ha ha, yeah- not so much.

Anyhow, the thought of running into these people- these “friends” of mine at Walmart (because that’s where EVERYONE hangs when you’re really not wanting to run into someone, right?) makes me cringe.

how silly.

We have lots to discus my friends! Lots and lots. Like- how my sister leaves for college this weekend, how I’m in a weight loss competition with our friends (yes- I still have them! I haven’t scared them yet!), and much much more. Unfortunately I’m running late for a very important date (ha ha, I always wanted to say that) and can’t get into everything now. More to come, I promise.

Off to enjoy the day.

Let’s hope the Sooners pull through today. Oh- and go Mizzou.

Oh- and cross your fingers I don’t run into anyone I know.

A Loss is Nothing to Snicker About

Well lovies- it’s here.

You’ll have to go to a sports blog to get the play-by-play pre-game stuff (because I know how my female audience LOVES to talk all about sweaty 200 pound college boys colliding into one another), but you’ll get everything else right here.

I’m preparing to jump in the car with Will and 2 of our friends (Friends! Friends! Did I tell you guys I have Friends now? I have people, people! Sorry...as you can see I’m still very new to this concept and often find myself smiling and singing for no reason. Food tastes better, the sun shines brighter… you get the picture… ) to head to the Big D!

Wow- this post is really choppy.

Do you realize I just inserted a whole freaking paragraph right in the middle of the above sentence?

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How do you guys read this crap?

Very carefully, I suppose.

Anyhow-

I’m siked about Texas-OU OU-Texas.

I figure if all goes to hell I’ll find myself in a trans-fat-fair-food-comforting stupor.

“Where’s Brittny?”

“She’s over by the basketball throw rubbing fried snickers all over herself. I think she’s gone off the deep end.”

Yeah- I figure this weekend won’t be all lost if we lose.

There’s always fried snickers.

Some may say I sound like such a pathetic fan.

These people have never indulged in a fried snickers.

<3

boomer sooner

A Series of Short Posts: OU-Texas Weekend.

Two days and counting until game day and I’m already nervous.

You’d think I was the one suiting up and sweating all over myself.

Wait- while I’m not going to be suiting up on Saturday, I can totally guarantee I’ll be sweating all over myself- so being nervous is totally legitimate- right?

The Weekend Edition (to include a partial list of words I hate)

I’m back from Waco.

Back very victorious, highly sunburned, and slightly fatter.

I think the highlight of my day occurred when a grandma turned to her little granddaughter and said, “I’m pretty sure grammi is not going to be able to find anything she likes to drink here. She’s going to have to wait until after the game.”

I’m pretty sure grammi wasn’t referring to coffee either.

Ha.

It’s the little things that make me laugh, really.

Anyhow, the trip was fun.

Fun in that- drive 30 hours to get there, have a quick dinner with Dr. Vet (ie:Will’s brother) sleep for 4 hours, drive 2 more hours to get to Waco, watch the game, and turn straight around and drive 32 hours to get home and clean poop off four dogs’ butts- kind of way.

Yeah, fun in that sort of way.

Okay, I’m exaggerating a little lot. I had a good time, it just went very fast! A win is always fun.

I will now stop talking about OU football. I will NOT- I repeat will not- go on and on for 4 hours about how I’m totally nervous about OU-Texas next week,

and how I’m so stoked about eating a fried snickers and complaining about being fat,

or meeting up with my ex-blogger friend Sarah for a corn dog at halftime,

or stressing out over each punt the Sooners have to kick, or any point Texas puts on the board.

I refuse.

Ha-

I said “stoked.”

Pretty sure that’s on a list of Things to NEVER EVER Say Again.

Ever.

Sorry about that.

Stoked…

What was I thinking?

There are many, many times throughout the day when I think I really need to begin a list of words I hate. P and I talk about starting this list ALL THE FREAKING TIME, but never do and then I end up forgetting some of the words that I hate until I hear someone use them in a sentence- which in most cases causes me to break out into a disgusting upper lip sweat.

Words I hate.

There are so many. So very many…

Just a few basic ones include:

raunchy

mole

herbs

stinky

ranch

feet

bean

grease

Ew. That’s so freaking disgusting. Those aren’t even my good ones. There are so many more.

I kind of froze when I realized I was blogging about something so stupid, so my best words are tucked away in the educated part of my brain-

because everyone knows I do not use that part of my brain when I compose these lovely little morsels of fantastic-ness I call “posts.”

Ha.

Okay guys, so you all have to leave a word you hate in the comments block so I can add them to my list and begin my petition to outlaw these words from every day vocabulary.

Yeah- freedom of speech proponent, that’s me.

Okay, enough about all that crap…

I added pictures not once but twice to my flickr account this week- impressive right?

I go over a week without blogging, but darnit, those pictures are going to get posted!

Oh, speaking of the lapse- followed by my last post of nothingness- yeah, you’re not going to have to suffer through one of my saddy-whiney posts (ha- not right now, anyway) as I mentioned before. I think I had built everything up, and composed the post in my head so many times, that there wasn’t really a need to actually follow through and type it out because it had been mulled around for days and days to the point where sitting down to right something really wouldn’t do my feelings justice.

Hello run-on sentence!

Anyway, no boo-hoo post (for now). You’ve been spared.

As for other things, I really need to clean my house.

I have this awful fault of feeling the need to stress out loud (and yes, I harbor feelings of stress about the state of my house, even though most would consider it clean).

Not only do I feel the need to stress out loud, but I also feel the need to do so over and over and over.

Oh- and that goes for everything.

P and I have this same weird quark. We find ourselves repeating things to others all the time and driving them crazy. For instance- if I’m eating a piece of cake and love it, I’ll rave on and on until someone wants to smear it all over my bangs. Or if we ate something really bad, P and I will go on for hours about how sick and large we feel.

We’re seriously weirdos.

Anyway- now that you have yet another confirmation of my strange ways- the house.

Needs cleaning.

Slightly stressing.

I don’t plan on doing anything tonight because frankly, it’s been a very long 30 hours and I’m ready to sleep. Tomorrow we’re going to to ANOTHER church, and perhaps after that (and after I go to the gym to run my chick-fil-a, ice cream, candy bar, etc, etc,etc off from this weekend) I will take care of the house.

Ranjii! I miss thee!

Sigh…

Why can’t we find cheap labor around here?

Ha- laws.

And rights.

That’s why.

Yay for the freedom to say awful words like “raunchy” and “bean” and also get paid decent wages.

I still sometimes forget I’m living somewhere so great.

But seriously, Ranjii?

Call me.

What else??…

Church.

New one.

Will and I have sucked with church lately (sucked with church… hmm, that’s a new phrase). This summer has been a freaking whirlwind.

Whirlwind.

What’s worse than that?

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I can’t think of anything right now.

Whatever the case, this summer was- whatever’s worse than a whirlwind.

We arrived in America on memorial day and had to immediately start house hunting so we would have a place when I started work.

I started work on 9 June and lived with the inlaws until the 30th, which was the day we closed on our house.

3 days later, on the 3rd, my sister arrived and stayed 2 weeks.

2 weeks after that, I went on my cruise!

I got back on the 26th and the following weekend (I think!) Will was off to Indianapolis for his game.

Followed by a week off (I think...)

And then my dad visited,

followed by my mom & sister’s visit.

WOW! I’m tired just typing.

Anyway, it’s been a busy summer full of travelling, visitors, and oh yeah- a huge move across the world!

We’ve tried 2 churches, but I still want to try one or two more, so we’re going to do just that tomorrow. I just really want to get plugged in somewhere, so hopefully we like this place. We’re just going to service tomorrow and based on that we’ll decide about Sunday School.

Ha Sunday School. I think most people have transitioned to calling it Bible Study nowadays. Sunday School sounds so… hard.

Anyway, That’s that.

I already mentioned feeling chubby this weekend, right?

Darn.

See? Told you I obsessively repeat myself.

Wow.

I think I’ve reached the end of my ramblings.

What else can I possibly say to make you beat your head in the wall any harder?

(this is getting really long, right?)

Okay, I’ll wrap it up- but only if you tell me some of the words you hate too!

Ready? Set? Go!

Posting Something.

It’s been over a week since my last post so I feel the giant need to post something- anything- so that a 9 day old post isn’t sadly hanging on to dear life any longer.

Sorry I’ve been MIA the last week, my mom and sister were in town. It was so wonderful, guys. It was the best.

It’s been hard having them gone- I miss them already! I hope to post pictures in the coming days, as well as post a really annoying bleeding heart type post.

Because I KNOW how my bloggy friends LOVE when I whine and cry.

Right?

Ha.

Will and I are off to Waco tomorrow.

I have absolutely no idea why.

Why?

Why would we drive all the way down there to see a game we’re sure to win?

(knock on wood)

(knocking on wood more...)

(one more time for good measure...)

Anyway, I’ll be out and about in the big town of the Baylor Bears this weekend, but I hope to post soon.

Like I said- I simply had to post something.

Aw, what a committed blogger right? (ha)

The Home Team

My weekend was full of lots of normal American things like football, sub sandwiches, cool fall weather, and more football.

All day Saturday was college football.

And after that there was more football-

Followed by even more football.

And still more football to come tonight.

You get my point.

The last 3 years have been spent in Kuwait, where football games were limited and broadcast at all hours of the night. Don’t get me wrong, Will still got up to watch all that were broadcast, but we were so disconnected that it just didn’t seem to be the same.

You see my friends, this is the first football season since 2004 that Will and I have been in America to endure enjoy a football season in real time. During our stay in Kuwait we saw games here and there, but nothing continual. Nothing all.day.long.

This year, however, we have NFL Sunday Ticket-

every.single.football.game.

live.all.day.long.

sigh.

NFL Sunday Ticket.

The phrase alone causes women all over the world to shudder.

The phrase that screams, “I’m going to invite all my smelly buddies over to our new.house. and we’re going to be barbaric, sweaty men- roaring incredibly loud each time our team does something good or bad- spilling bright orange velveeta queso and Dr. Pepper all over your new carpet each time we jump up in jubulation or frustration. We’re men- hear us roar.”

NFL Sunday Ticket.

The fall of all women and clean carpets.

At this point in our little American stay Will has yet to meet lots of “buddies,” so therefore my house is still clean. We have one set of friends we hang with- a set that is very respectful of things and would never spill bright orange velveeta queso and Dr. Pepper all over our new carpet.

However, I know as the season progresses and we find a church home and will gets a job- the buddies? Yeah, they’re coming. I feel it.

It’s almost as though the yet-to-be-met buddies are breathing down my neck as I type-

I can smell the sausage pizza on their breath and can hear the belches even now.

Oh please save me.

I assure you- more to come on this subject…

a post from the domain owner herself

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!

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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…

Goodbye Brett

It’s one of those times where there are are a lot of things that could be said, but I won’t try to say any of them.

Instead I say we will miss you, Brett.

Will and I had a wonderful time freezing our butts off and watching you play. It was a rite of passage (mostly for Will, but I guess me too...) watching you at the Frozen Tundra.

We ate breakfast at Perkins that morning. Will got the eggs benedict (this is where he fell in love with eggs benedict) and I got pancakes so I could try 50 different kinds of syrup. Then we went to K-Mart to get me a scarf that ended up not keeping me warm at all. We went to the gift shop next to the stadium and the Packers Hall of Fame, where we watched a documentary on the Green Bay Packers.

I don’t remember much after that. I think we went back to the hotel to watch the Colts game before heading to the stadium to eat dinner- where it froze before we could finish it (literally). For some crazy reason Will thought it was proper to eat dinner in the open stadium as part of the “experience.” I must say, frozen chicken strips and cheese curds aren’t all that great.

Oh- and by the way- for all my lovely bloggy ladies, this story is probably somewhere in my December 2005 archives, if you care. I know you ladies love Packer football (ha ha).

Anyway, you and the Pack were having an awful season that year, and I think you only ended up winning 3 games all season or something terrible like that. Thankfully, we watched you win- in overtime. It was freezing- a bitter cold. I think it was -13 with the wind chill. I was so ready to leave, but looking back, it was a pleasure to watch you play. I only wish we could have seen one more.

You will be missed.

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Cheaters Never Win.

They simply go undefeated all season long and lose to a wild card team in the Super Bowl.

Congratulations, NY Giants. 

Minneapolis Fun

Hi!

Where do I even start?

You know, it’s amazing what you can cram into 3 days while you’re on vacation. I sit at my desk for days and weeks on end praying I can find some small morsel of information to post about and get nothing, but I go on vacation for 3 days and bam! I’m in overdrive.

Again- where do I start!? I guess we’ll just hit the highlights and won’t get into all the nitty gritty details (applause errupts).

Let me start by saying Business Class is truly all it’s cracked up to be.

Business Class really deserves to be its own post, entitled something like, “Eight Hours of Air Amazement,” however, since we have so much to cover (and such little time) I’ll simply cover the highlights.

When Will and I flew into Amsterdam we decided to treat ourselves and cash in our accrued air miles for an upgrade. We figured since we were getting off of a plane and almost literally going straight to a football game we would need our sleep. I still can’t decide if that was the best decision we’ve ever made as a married couple or the worst.  Best because it was heavenly, worst because coach is seriously going to suck from now on. We’ve seen what’s behind the cloth curtain…

Anyway, those 8 ½ hours were simply wonderful. It’s truly amazing how much nicer Business Class is from Coach. They take your coats, and serve you mixed nuts in these huge bowls, and feed you REAL FOOD. Yes, REAL FOOD that doesn’t feel like you swallowed a grenade as it goes down your esophagus.

And the seats…

Holy Crap. KMT- your husband is a pilot, right? Uh- can I order one of those seats? It’d look great in our living room.

Guys, it was a bed that massaged your back…

Okay- you’re bored.

I can clearly see I’m the only person that’s enjoying this story.

Yeah, I’m pretty sure.

Alright, no more humping the leg of business class- let’s move on.

So we got into Minneapolis, checked into our hotel, got some chips for our cell phones, and were able to rest about 30 minutes before we had to clean up a bit and head to the game AKA THE WORST DESICION EVER.

The game started and we were pumped. It was great. We were cheering on all 3 Sooners on the field- A.D., Tommie Harris, and Mark Bradley. Then I started yawning. The game was full of punting and boringness and I just got sleepier and sleepier.

Guys, I was freaking exhausted. Sure we got to sleep a few hours on the ride here, but we were still about a day behind on sleep.

I LITERALLY FELL ASLEEP AT A DEAFENING, THUNDERING FOOTBALL GAME SURROUNDED BY DRUNK SMELLY MEN BURPING AND CUSSING AND SCRATCHING THEMSELVES.

How much more pathetic can it get?

It was so loud in there guys, but it didn’t stop me. I seriously fell asleep during halftime. I tried so hard to stay awake, but it was a lost cause. No amount of barbaric yelling and Viking horn blowing was going to keep me awake.

As the third quarter was underway I continually dosed in and out of sleep. That night was seriously a blur. Will totally made fun of me too. The conversation went like this,

“I can’t believe you fell asleep at a football game. That’s really bad.”

“I was exhausted! I couldn’t help it. Besides, the game was more your thing. If we had gotten off of the plane and gone to a cello concert I would have been just fine and I’m sure you would have been the one to fall asleep!”

Laughter erupts

“A cello concert? Are you serious? I would have fallen asleep even if I had slept 10 hours right before going!”

He’s not lying.

Anyhow, the game was alright. It was fun (the parts I remember!), but I think getting off a plane and going to a football game probably wasn’t the way to go. Oh well, lesson learned!

Yesterday was right up my alley- shopping! I don’t do any shopping through out the year, so going to the Mall of America is like taking a starving person to a 24-hour buffet.

I was surprised that I was able to find a some summer clothes too, so that was good- considering I only have a need for sweaters 2 months out of the year.

I mostly bought all work clothes. No fun! Who wants to go shopping to buy clothes for work? Oh well, they were much needed. I did, however use P as an excuse to buy a couple of graphic tees at Delia’s for myself. I’m such a nerd. I have no idea why I felt the need to do so, but I figured that a 24-year-old married working professional was a little out of place perusing the graphic tee section at a teenager’s store. So- thanks to P I now have a cute tee of a carton of milk high fiving a chocolate chip cookie and another one that has crying birthday candles by a cake that say, “It’s not my birthday today!” I’m such a nerd. Will just shook his head. You gotta have weekend wear though, right? Thanks P. These are “our” shirts. wink <3

I surprisingly hit the entire mall in 5 hours! Speed walker.

Last night I was so excited. We made plans to go to the Acme Comedy Club and catch a show. We decided to go to Don Pablos for dinner first. As the evening waned on, we both got started to slow down. We still hadn’t quite recovered from the long trip and the late night before. We opted to ditch Acme and go back to our hotel and go to sleep. Bummer.

We crashed out at 7:30.

Guys- it’s like we’re 63-years-old. <- That totally deserves to be a post all by itself.

Seriously, we’re not going to have any friends one day because we won’t be able to hang with the big kids. We’ll be invited to afternoon events but will never graduate to evening gatherings. We seriously suck.

Can I blame it on the jet lag?

Anyway, we slept all night. I finally got up around 6:30 and hit the gym (yay for Brittny!). I’m determined to work out at least once a week while we’re on vacation. I know that seems like absolutely nothing, but with all the running around we’re going to be doing, I figured it was a good goal.

Today was good. We went back to the MOA for a few more things, then headed to the post office to ship it back to Kuwait.

Why do people hate the post office so much? Especially around Christmas? Beth- do you have an answer?

I mean, you’d think people would be all jolly and happy because they’re preparing to ship their carefully wrapped gifts to their loved ones across country- but no. It’s all but jolly at the post office. People are grumpy. This guy in front of us in line today was all up in arms about a pack of stamps. He yelled, “Merry Christmas, BI***!” to the poor saleswoman as he stormed out the door.

“And a Happy New Year!” I murmmered. Will didn’t think it was funny.

I just don’t get. If you get bored and read about our Minneapolis trip last year, we had a bad experience at the post office then too.
I think the post office is cursed.

After the post office fun, we went and saw I Am Legend. Sort of weird…

Then it was off to the Cheesecake Factory!

Ah, I wish I could tell you Will and I had a wonderful time, laughing, and flirting, but I would be lying.

Sadly, our trip to the Cheesecake was spoiled by a tiff.

Remind me to never bring up the in-laws when we’re eating at a place I like. I just ruins the whole thing.

My sandwich wasn’t nearly as good as it could have been had I never opened my fat spewing-idiotness lips!

Crap! All I said was that it was a bit inconvenient staying at his parent’s house all month because it’s small (and there’s no tv upstairs, and you have to get fully dressed to go downstairs to iron the clothes you’re really going to wear that day, and there’s a chance of your father-in-law seeing you in my bra-you already read about that one…), and the man got so grumpy.

Sigh, such fun times at the Cheesecake Factory. I didn’t mean it the way he took it- Will rarely sees his family and it’s so important we spend as much time as we can with them while were here. I simply said it’s hard living with others for a month!

Anyhow, we finally got over that whole shenanigan and got our cheesecakes to go.

Note to self: Save any and all in-law complaining for my blog. Period. End of Discussion.

I think the above advice will come in handy the next couple of weeks.

So here I sit, back at the hotel. Tomorrow we’re headed home. Our little getaway was enjoyable. It’s so nice to be home. It’s so different… <- that truly is something I’ll have to post about later…I have so many thoughts on all that.

I was greeted by so many sweet welcome home wishes and I wish I was able to stop by and thank each and every one of you. I think I mentioned it earlier, but my feedback will be few and far between for the next few weeks. I apologize in advance. You can tell me how crappy of a blog friend I am in the feedback comments if you wish. smile

So to:

Monica- thanks so much for stopping by! I look forward to reading more about the life of the junior swiss miss very soon! smile

Jess- How’s the baby!? I can’t wait to see more pictures.

Trish- What good things are you cooking for Christmas? How’s baby J?

Maria D- Hope you 3 have a wonderful Christmas!

Beth- I know you’re not with the postal service anymore, but I totally thought about you today. Hope you’re doing well!

Kassie- Yay for no school (for a while at least)!

Jacqueline- Love you bunches. Have a great trip!

Annie- Merry Christmas! I can’t wait to hear all about your Christmas. Take lots of pictures of the girls and Jesse- and your belly! smile

Jenny S.- I hope you’re doing well. I’m thinking of you often. Whenever I found a bargain at the MOA I thought of you and Mrs. M

Robin- Hope you have a wonderful Christmas! Thanks for being so patient with me. smile

Heather- How have you been?! I look forward to catching up with you very soon. Merry Christmas and take lots of pictures!

Angela- Enjoy those 10 days of vacation! I look forward to reading about each of them!

BFW- I will text you soon! Happy Anniversary if I don’t talk to you before! Take lots of pictures of Mac!

Kristen- I hope you, Toby, and Jackson have a great Christmas. Take lots of pictures. I wish I would have made it to NO too. :( You’re right, we can dream!

Jenny M- Hope you, Craig, and Chloe have a wonderful Christmas and stay warm! How’s the house situation going? I look forward to catching up soon.

Megan H- Merry Christmas! I hope you and George have a great Christmas. Are you venturing home or staying in Stillwater? Either way, I hope you have a great time! Hey- are you two going to AZ for the OSU bowl game?? If you are let me know!! We’ll be there too (ha ha, not for that game, but we’ll be there before ours starts).

Megan (Platinum Rose)- I hope you and the doggies have a great Christmas! I miss
Boz and Lucy so much! I look forward to hearing about it.

Lyna- Thanks for the email about Tommy. I was sad to read the news. I’m going to go by and see him when we get into town. I hope the 4 of you are doing well. Hopefully I’ll get to see you when we get into town.

Amanda- How are the twinsies?? I hope you guys have a great Christmas and I look forward to reading about it!

Zoe- Your Christmas card was too cute. I could never get those Elf cards to work, but yours did! I’m glad, it was adorable. Have a good Christmas!

Audrey- Take lots of pictures! smile I know you will. I hope you three have a great Christmas and I look forward to catching up.

Dear Lord tell me I’m done. I can only hope…

I’m sure I forgot so much.

That’s it for now.

Lots of love. More fun to come…

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