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That Time We Had a Snake in the House

Let’s talk about how we had a snake in the house last week.

Twice.

Real life.

Perhaps some of you gals aren’t phased by this statement.

I admire you.

For the rest of us- can we please scream, flail, and freak out for a second!?!

(Please excuse me as I scream, flail, and freak out)

Thanks.

Okay, so here’s the story.

We keep a baby gate in the hallway at night to keep the pups from wandering around and getting into trouble.

As I prepared to feed the dogs one morning last week, I noticed a brown strip halfway between one side of the gate and the other.

As I walked outside our bedroom, I realized it was a snake!

It wasn’t humongous, but it wasn’t tiny either.

Who am I kidding- who cares about the size, it was a snake!

Shockingly, I didn’t scream, flail or freak out.

Okay… I kind of freaked out, but not as much as you would think.

I calmly told Will, “Um, there’s a snake in the house.”

He went out into the hall, quickly grabbed our dyson DustBuster, and sucked it up.

For real.

Now, I suppose I should back up a minute and inform you that it’s common for Will me to use the DustBuster to contain critters I’m too afraid to touch.

I’ve sucked up many a spider in that bad boy.

Anyway, Will followed suit and did the same for the snake.

Let’s face it, I don’t think most people really want to handle a snake, so I didn’t blame the guy one bit.

However, I proceeded to tell him the snake HAD to be removed from the DustBuster because it would probably get out.

Will looked at me like I was a complete mindless blonde and proceeded to tell me I was wrong, it couldn’t get out.

I disagreed, but digressed. I simply said, “That thing better be gone by the time I get home,” trusting Will to get rid of it.

When we spoke at lunch, I asked about the snake.

Sure enough, he was still in the DustBuster and Will hadn’t killed properly disposed of him.

What is it with guys being intrigued by things like this!?

It’s like he was a little kid again and had a pet snake to watch through a clear plastic window.

I wasn’t humored by his interest.

I gently reminded Will (again) that the snake needed to be gone when I got home.

He got the message.

Or so I thought.

I got home that evening, and we went about our usual routine.

For some reason, I never brought up the snake.

Probably because I knew my husband would honor my request to rid us of the serpent that invaded our house.

Why would I need to confirm it was gone?

Nonetheless, around 9:00 that night I asked Will what he did with the snake.

“It’s still in there,” he said.

I’m not amused at this point.

My displeasure is visible.

Will knows his “pet” has to go.

Only...as he looks in clear container of the DustBuster, it’s nowhere to be found.

Real life.

He disassembles the device and still nothing.

At this point my shoes are on in the house (which is a broken rule for me), I have a flashlight in hand, and am debating whether to stand on a step stool.

I’ve pretty much convinced myself that the snake is quadrupling in size by the minute, laying eggs, and is about to hatch a dozen baby anacondas right in our laundry room.

Will can see I’m visibly vexed.

I’m not completely grouchy, but I certainly scolded him for not getting rid of it earlier.

So, we then begin tearing apart the house.

Which is fruitless.

The snake is nowhere to be found.

Although I didn’t need to, I reminded Will that he absolutely didn’t want me finding this snake. 

If we weren’t able to find it that night, and I happened upon it unexpectedly, it wasn’t going to be a good thing for Will.

After turning everything over, we couldn’t find it.

I did, however, find some money and Chapstick!

I decided to give up and trust Will wouldn’t let me down. I threw in the towel and called it a night.

Remarkably, I managed to fall asleep.

Will joined me an hour later, but didn’t sleep much.

I’m sure he kept picturing the horror of me finding the snake instead of him, which wouldn’t have been pretty.

He knew it.

I knew it.

We both knew it.

I said a prayer he’d be able to find it, and unbeknownst to me, Will did the same.

At about 12:30 that next morning, Will violently jumped out of bed. I heard the DustBuster for a split second.

“I got him!” Will exclaimed.

Praise the Lord! It was a little intense in our house that night!

Clad in boxers and all (er, or not much at all), Will immediately went outside and killed got rid of the snake.

I heard him creep to the other end of the house to throw the “little guy” away.

Deep exhale.

So yeah, basically the huge decrescendo to my rather exciting day!

As you can imagine, I’ve been extra paranoid and jumpy. I don’t anticipate Will trying to be funny and hiding a rubber snake in the house anytime soon!

Do you have any scary critter stories? Please feel free to share them below in solidarity. smile

Heart (and Mohs) Surgery- and a real life update

Man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.

Which is simultaneously comforting and terrifying.

After all, we are reminded in Jeremiah that the heart is deceitful above all things, and the Lord searches and examines its depths.

I’ve been thinking a lot about what God sees when He looks at my heart.

Do I spend as much time on the inside of the cup as I do the outside?

Verse

I had Mohs surgery on my face to remove some potentially cancerous cells this past Wednesday.

MOHs surgery day one. Glamorous.

I was a wreck the week after my pre-op and as I googled the surgery.

A word to the wise- don’t google worrisome things you’re facing in life.

Seriously.

You will lose sleep.

It’s pretty much a guarantee the most extreme cases or situations will be the first to come up in the search and will ruin you.

I was a wreck because I’m a woman in my 30s. While my best years are yet to be, let’s face it, I’m not shiny faced and 20 anymore. Makeup is a necessity these days and wrinkles continue to appear out of nowhere.

And now I have to worry about basal cells so early!?

The night after my pre-op (which was over two months before the surgery!) I googled and cried and googled and cried some more.

This went on for about a week each evening.

Will, dear Will, was no help.

He’s a guy.

To him there was a problem (possible basal cells) and a solution (the removal of said cells).

Yes, he’s right, but any woman knows there’s more that meets the eye. The worry of all the new spots they’ll probably find in the coming years (a result of my stupid decision to tan during my teens). A giant scar on my face.

One of my dear friends and prayer warriors completely got it. We cried together a lot that week and prayed even more. Her prayers were completely beautiful, true, and anointed. She reminded me of my value in Christ and that He bottles my tears and works for good no matter what.

Verse

Her godly prayers strengthened me so very much and the holy spirit used them to bring such peace during the painfully long time between my pre-op and surgery.

Surgery encouragement 💗🙏

I had a of of time to think about my heart condition during the two months leading up to surgery.

There’s so much gunk and yuckiness deep in the depths.

Pride, jealousy, worry, entitlement.

Ugh.

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Not only was I going to battle surgery and a scar on the outside, but I also needed some heart surgery on the inside too.

I’d like to tell you the inside surgery has been easier than the outside surgery, but I’d be lying.

It hurts to surrender to Christ.

Not because of Him- His burden is light.

But because of my own sinful nature and desire to rule myself and pursue my own desires.

Just as the doctor stripped away a layer of the bad cells on my nose Wednesday, the Lord has begun to strip away my own internal heart cancer layer by layer.

Pride, worry, spitefulness… The list goes on and on.

I can’t hide the scar on my face, it will always be there.

Two days post surgery

I also can’t hide my hurts before the Lord, He searches the depth of my heart and sears my soul with the promise He is ever present.

Just as my doctor took care to stitch me back together, the Great Physician, my Jehovah Rapha, heals my heart. He prunes away the things that dishonor Him, and fills me with more of His goodness.

My scar will take time to heal and will leave a daily reminder of what transpired. In the same way, my heart certainly also bears the scars of a heart broken by my own sinfulness and horrid decisions, only to be stitched together and healed by a God big enough to restore even the biggest of messes.

I’m not happy I had to go through this experience, but I am thankful for the reminder of where I’ve been, where I am, and where I’m heading as I pursue Christ.

To our continued healing, inside and out. 💗

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On a much lighter note, I’ve taken several days off to recover and have not done a single thing.

Not even kidding.

It’s been the most uneventful and lazy few days of my entire life. Will and I are surprisingly really good at being completely worthless.

I don’t think that’s a good thing…

I’ve only gone out to see my mom a couple times (my sister and Layla stopped by too!). I also went through a drive through twice, but that’s it.

I have church tomorrow and was a little apprehensive about going at first. You should have seen the awfulness of Will and I trying to appropriately bandage my face. 😂

Attempt number one
Bandage attempt #1 😂 MOHs surgery day three

Attempt number two

Attempt #2 just as awful Mohs surgery day three

😂

At this point I was having a complete meltdown. Thankfully Will went to the drawing board and engineered attempt number three, which was much improved over the previous two.

Third times a charm

I get my stitches out Wednesday and am so ready! Thankfully attempt three made me feel slightly less garish.

I’m sure Will would agree- this staycation has been incredibly dull, but it’s still been nice to be together and heal up.

So there you have it, not only a devo but also a real life update.

Thanks for listening. More to come. 💗

Thursday Things, 21 May 2015

The death of me.
I opened a Pinterest account last week.

I’d been fighting it for years, but at the (persistent) nudging of my sister, I opened an account.

I’m still fighting it (I only have a couple pins- sent by my sister), but I’m sure I’ll be a pinning pro before long.

(HELP!)

If you are a pinning pro, feel free to add me. I’m found at TheBloveLife.

Saturday’s Treat Meal

Will and I got Freddy’s to go Saturday night before the bad weather hit.

I ate their veggie burger sans “Freddy’s sauce” and thought it was delicious!

I got fries too.

I pretty sure I was stress eating (bad weather= burger & fries), nonetheless it was pretty darn good.

The “Dad Bod”

Let’s discuss the latest discussion to sweep the Internet-:

The Dad Bod

I know there are tons of opinions out there, and I have to know- what do you think?

This sermon on loving the Church

It kind of ties into what I was saying Friday. It’s number three- Unity

The Fog

I’ve mentioned it before, but I’ll say it again. I’m a huge perfume hoarder.

It’s a problem, really.

I don’t always like to use my “nice” (read: expensive) stuff for everyday at work. I’d rather save it for dates with Will.

We both needed new “everyday” type perfume/cologne, so I did some quick looking and turns out Walgreens is currently having a half price sale on their knockoff brands!

The idea of two for the price of one was too good to pass up, so we spent about 15 minutes in their fragrance aisle spraying and testing a variety of fragrances. Some good, some not so good.

We both completely fogged the joint and had headaches from all the various smell combining. Haha

We each bought two, and spent less than $25. Real life. I find mine smells just as good, but the staying power is weaker. Other than that, I consider the outing a success!

The itsy bitsy huge, numerous spiders

We’ve gotten about two feet of rain over the last 10 days.

Real life.

Apparently large quantities of rain flush spiders from their dwellings and often indoors for shelter.

That means they’re freaking EVERYWHERE.

Guys. I’m not kidding. In the span of five minutes last Sunday we found three in various locations.

The bad news is, we have about a million chances for rain this week.

The good news is, I’m having Will barricade us in with lots of bug spray.

The super long one
Today I started a five day vacation! Woo hoo! Memorial Day weekend fell on my usual Friday off, so I added Thursday to the mix and created a lovely recipe for relaxation!

The days quickly filled with various events and outings, but I’m thankful for the time off and hope to enjoy myself, and even clean out our closet.

Party Time, Excellent!

Guys. I had the weirdest dream ever a couple nights ago.

I was in a vehicle with a lady I barely know from work (seriously- hardly know this woman), and we were chatting it up like we had been longtime pals.

Will strolled up and stood outside the window and talked about how happy he was we were talking (I can’t remember what it was about).

Then.

Then

He started talking all crazy. Saying stuff like “Party time! Ex-cell-ent!” In a total Cali voice.

Not kidding.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, we kept talking and at some point in the conversation he says something weird and then says some odd word I’d never heard him say before and made a weird gesture.

What the heck!?

I remember being totally confused in the dream.

Thankfully, my alarm clock woke me so I didn’t have to endure the uncharacteristic oddities of my husband.

As I tried to dissect what just occurred, it hit me.

I was dreaming my husband was part of Wayne’s World and mimicking their words and actions.

(WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME AND WHAT DOES THIS MEAN!?)

Weirdest part about it?

Im pretty sure I only saw the movie once… Over twenty years ago.

Psychedelic dreams.

Should I get a pregnancy test?

In an instant
On Memorial Day 2008, Will and I flew into Oklahoma City to make our lives here after three years of life in Kuwait.

It feels just like yesterday, and sometimes it makes my heart a little sad.

That’s it for today, friends. Check in tomorrow. For now, I’m going to enjoy my day off! 

Thursday Things, 7 May 2015

Last weekend Will found a snake in our driveway.

It’s not the first time this has happened. However, it was the first time something other than a garter snake was in our yard!

Yikes!🐍
That was no garter snake. It bowed up to Will and wouldn’t back down.

Real life.

Because we always go in pairs.
I walked in on someone using the restroom last week.

I’m not sure who was more embarrassed/annoyed- me or her.

In my defense, the door was marked “green” for empty and was not “red” for occupied, so it was open season.

Still… It’s a little awkward having to see that person in the finance review meeting after our tango in the bathroom. 😐

In too deep

Remember the garage sale I mentioned a few weeks ago?

I was right. Totally right. We’re a complete mess.

I have a feeling weeks later we’re going to realize there’s tons of stuff we should have sold but didn’t because we were too busy scrambling to get everything else together in preparation for the event.

Do you know how much work garage sales are?

Of course you do.

Whatever happened to putting everything in the lawn? Now you have to rent tables and get permits and all sorts of other red tape.

Say a prayer we score some serious cold hard cash.

Or at least get rid of Will’s DVD collection.

Street Outlaws
Soooo, I pretty much have a “celebrity” citing (?) every week.

I say “celebrity” citing with a question mark, because I’m not entirely sure people on a network reality show count?

It does, right? It totally does. They’re on national TV and have had multiple seasons.

Why would I even question it. Who do I think I am!?

Anyway, the Street Outlaws and I workout at the same gym, and apparently have for years.

On my Fridays off, they’re always there. My mom and dad are big fans of the show and always text me when they have a citing.

I’d never really watched it until recently, so I had no idea who was who.

So yeah. Fun fact.

If you’re a fan of the show I could probably score you an autograph between their bench press sets.

Things I need to learn

How to sew.

I needed very minor repairs on three pairs of work pants. However, since I can pretty much only sew a button (real life), I figured I better leave stitching a small hole to the professionals.

Turns out I would have been better on my own.

It was supposed to just take a week.

I went two weeks ago and she needed more time because of the prom rush.

I went the week after, and she had forgotten about me… And couldn’t find my clothes!

Insert the part where I completely internally freaked out in my mind while faking calm and order.

She said they were probably at her house, and she would call to confirm.

She never called.

She was closed over the weekend and thankfully called earlier this week and said she had my clothes.

Turns out they were done three weeks ago but every time she looked for the three items she never found them...because there were two black items and they looked like only one.

Sheesh.

Anyway, crisis averted. Sanity (mostly) intact.

Kindred hearts
I don’t have time in today’s post to tell you my story about kindred spirits and the Anne Shirleys in my life (perhaps I’ll explain one day).

However, I am compelled to share how incredibly blessed I am to have a friend with such a beautiful heart of God, obedient and tender to the Holy Spirit. So much so, that she has this unique ability to text me throughout the week when I need it most. I’m so blessed by those rare friendships, and even more blessed by Jesus and the fact that He loves me enough to show it in such beautiful people who share and love His word. Not to mention the beautiful quiet moments I get alone with Him, too!

This week’s TBT comes courtesy of Mother’s Day.

Brittny Flint-2 years old & Mom

I’m not a mom, and am not sure if I ever will be, but there are lots of moms I love, including this one...mine!

That’s it for today, beauties. Any randomness you care to share?

Have a wonderful day!

Thursday Things, 16 April 15

My Ipsy came in Monday. 

It was like a birthday present to myself.

Do you get tired of me telling you how great all the stuff inside is?

I get it.

I’m sorry.

Not gonna lie, though, this one was yet another winner.

I’m just applied the perfume rollerball that was in the bag and am currently inhaling my wrist. Fantastic.

We’ll discuss next Thursday.

I’ve made roasted asparagus with every.single.meal I’ve prepared at home

For the last two weeks.

Real life.

Easter brunch goodness

I’ve said it a million times, I make things I like for days and weeks on end and then forget about them for like the next two years.

Please don’t let me forget about my asparagus.

Thanks.

The Garage Sale

Yes, the garage sale, as if it were an epic sale of all sales.

I think my mom is going to have a garage sale, and Will and I are going to hook on and make it a joint one.

I think I’m completely underestimating the level of headache that’s going to come from trying to identify, sort, tag, and sell all our stuff.

We should have started waaaay earlier.

Plus Will and I have completely different opinions on keep versus sell. 

I’ve already told him we’re going to make it a like a game. We each get veto power on a certain amount of items. We also get a certain amount of items that are off the table in terms of keeping or selling.

Perhaps that will help keep us motivated and on track.

Probably not.

Workweek Hustle

As in the workweek hustle Fitbit challenge.

Guys, some of these people get fierce with this challenge.

Purposely booking the far away conference rooms so we can’t use them and are stuck using the ones closer to our own desks.

Others faking injury so we think they’re out of the game only to be completely shocked when they sync their steps and see they’ve been logging marathon like numbers.

Like, I kind of think some see how far behind they are and literally walk in place in the middle of their living room until the very second the challenge ends just to make sure they’re declared the winner.

(Mostly) for real.

It makes for awkward water cooler talk…

Sometimes you’re the windshield

Sometimes you’re the bug.

I was the bug.

My birthday didn’t start out so wonderfully.

An asteroid came careening out of he sky and forcefully struck my windshield Tuesday morning.

The result? A giant crack. With several other peripheral knicks and cracks (seriously- what hit me!?).  Apparently Will thinks they’re too deep to fix with a quick call to Safe Lite.

That means we’ll have to gift ourselves a new windshield! Woo hoo! What I’ve always wanted.

It definitely did not start my day off on the right foot.

The breakup

Here goes (yet another) a crazy confession:

I totally love the Air One morning radio show hosts Eric and Mandy.

They have this beautiful friendly chemistry and humor and are so relatable.

Love.

So when Eric left the show a few months ago, I was sad! They get me to work and I always enjoy their banter with each passing mile.

Eric can’t leave! What’s Eric without Eric AND Mandy!?

In case you’re wondering, he’s just, Eric. Ha!

Anyway, this week Mandy announced her departure from the morning slot and that she is moving into the mid morning show instead.

The show I don’t listen to because I’m already at work.

Not gonna lie, I’m sad and am going to miss that goofy bird on my commute to work.

I’m sure the new guys will be ok, but they’re no Eric and Mandy. smile

What’s up, cupcake?
After the windshield incident and a crazy day at work, I was more than ready to be home and do absolutely nothing.

Except, that wasn’t the plan! I was home long enough to change clothes and head to the church for an event.

We rode with my parents and they were so sweet and surprised me with six beautiful giant assorted cupcakes.

What's up cupcake?

My favorite in OKC. 

Thankfully we got home a little early and I treated myself to one two.

What's up cupcake?

Hey, it doesn’t count on your birthday!

That’s it for today. Anything you care to share? 

Thursday Things, 9 April 2015

Last Saturday I got to meet Marisa in person!

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When I found out she was going to be in Oklahoma I jumped at the chance to meet (because when is anyone ever in Oklahoma that doesn’t already live here!?).

We’ve been friends since The Nest days, so it was exciting to actually meet after all these years.

We had breakfast at Chick-Fil-A and talked for hours. It’s funny how natural conversation can come even from only knowing someone online. It was like we were old friends catching up, and I suppose that’s what we are!

Around the Corner
My big 32nd is right around the corner.

When did I get so old and grownup!?

Will’s parents came up to celebrate early and left me with a big, fat strawberry cake with vanilla frosting.

Early birthday cake

It’s made with fresh strawberries and diet sprite instead of oil and eggs (at my request. I’m the only person crazy enough to want that for their birthday cake) so it’s healthy, right?

I’ll be hanging out with Will and my parents this weekend, so more celebration to follow.

And by celebration, I mean unhealthy food. Ha!

In honor of 32...
I think we need a TBT pic today.

This one comes courtesy of my sweet 16.

Brittny checking out the food for her sweet 16 party

Remember the days when we used to go to tanning beds religiously and not worry about skin cancer?

Good times (except not).

My parents threw me a surprise party. Such a kind act. Maybe I’ll tell you that story one day.

There’s always a story.

Couch-less Potatoes
Sooo, we bought a couple couches last year to replace the hand me downs my parents graciously gave us when we moved back from Kuwait.

Actually, we kept the love seat, but got rid of the couch.

It was kind of a sad day. Will and I spent a lot of quality (haha) time watching tv and napping on that couch, even before we got married!

I was a little sad to see it go.

The Littles were sad too. We don’t let them get on the leather furniture, but they had free reign on the old couches, so they were sad to see them gone, too!

So yeah. Kind of the end of an era.

Road Tripping
With all these trips with Will’s parents to check out RVs, I’m kind of read to be old enough to retire and explore the good old U S of A too!

More RV fun with the inlaws

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to fast forward life. However, I now totally get the appeal of buying a pull behind and seeing the nation.

Totally down for that in 2035.

Spring Cleaning
The office is done!

Now onto our bedroom closet.

It’s long overdue.

That’s our project for a few hours this weekend.

The fun of being an adult.

Fanning the Flames

I almost lost my mind last weekend at the gym.

I was the only one in the cardio section. I didn’t plan on washing my hair that day, so I didn’t want to completely sweat buckets.

As such, I turned on the fan and hopped on the elliptical.

Unspoken gym etiquette, at least at my gym, is that most people ask those already in the cardio room if they’d be agreeable to the fan being turned off.

Never just turning it off.

Ten minutes into my workout, a kid came into the room, turned off the fan, and started running on the treadmill right in front of me.

I almost lost my mind.

I usually don’t get bothered by that sort of thing… But I did that day!

“Do you want to blow dry all the sweat out of my hair since you decided to turn the fan off!?!!” I wanted to scream. ask kindly.

He was watching SpongeBob Squarepants, which only made me madder.

Which made me workout harder.

Which made me sweat all the more.

Which defeated the purpose of trying not to sweat too much.

Frustrating.

And yes, I did end up washing my hair.
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That’s it for today, sweets! Check in tomorrow!

Beating the January Blues

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Well, I did it in 2013, and again in 2014, and things are no different today.

The dreaded January Blues.

They’re back with a vengeance.

Vacation is over.

Decorations are up.

Fun Christmassy outings are done.

Work is busier than normal, since little gets done the last two weeks of the year.

The gym is busier than normal with resolutioners out to meet goals.

Life is officially back to normal.

I read about a dozen posts last week about the excitement of a new year.

I get it.

I probably kind of feel that way, too.

However, in all honesty, for the first couple weeks of January, I’m always in a bit of a funk.

Trying to ease myself back into normalcy.

The short days, bitter cold, and no holiday until April gets me every time.

As usual, it’s time to give myself a January pep talk and push on through the month.

Here’s my January plan for beating the post-holiday blues.

Clean house

I realize cleaning house seems like the antithesis of “perking up,” but it’s the truth.

I need to give my house a good post-Christmas once over.

I don’t need all this “new year, new you” stuff going around. I need my floors mopped and my surfaces dusted.

I’ll feel a million times better, I know it!

New year, new you?

No.

Clean house, happy me.

Use stuff.

You know the pretty glasses you own but never use?

Or the expensive perfume you have and rarely wear?

I have that too.

And the stuff seriously never gets used because I’m waiting for a “special occasion” that comes around once in a blue moon.

This month I’m going to use stuff.

There’s something enjoyable about luxurious lotion on a dreary Monday morning, or drinking iced tea from fancy glasses.

It just makes the usual, a little more fantastical.

Exactly what I need during the January doldrums.

Enjoy the weekends.

Yes, seemingly a no brainer.

Honestly, though, I feel like Will and I take our weekends for granted sometimes.

I want us to plan our weekends better and really soak up every minute we get.

Now that football season is over, our Saturdays are free, and I want us to seize the weekend during these dreary January days (and always 😊).

Perform a random act of kindness

I love the warm-fuzzy feeling accompanied by random acts of kindness.

It’s hard to be in a funk when doing a good deed!

While I hope I always seek such opportunities, I plan to be more intentional during these cold January days.

Finally, Pray and Praise

I need Jesus each and every day, whether it’s December, full of jubilance and festivities, or the quiet, still moments of January.

These dreary mornings, when I drag myself out of bed after a lengthy vacation, remind me to thank Him I have a bed to be “dragged” from.

Hot showers to enjoy, breakfasts to eat, and a place to work.

There are so many good things in my life that can be overshadowed by post vacation blues if I’m unfocused.

Spending time in prayer and in the word help me fix my eyes on Jesus.

It reaffirms my purpose and sets my mind on things above.

And oh boy do I need it during these post vacation January days.

So there you have it, friends. My recipe for beating the 2015 January Blues.

Here’s to getting into the swing of things and making it an excellent year!

Check in tomorrow! 

Tuesday Things, 8 Dec 14

Take 20 seconds today and meet Arthur.

This dog.

He epitomizes my love for the canine.

He walked over 400 miles and had no prize to achieve like the racers competing.

He got a meatball 400 miles before, but was a friend for life.

There’s a good chance I’m walking into the office with striking white dry shampoo head multiple times a week.

Real life.

It’s awful, guys.

I try to remember to rub it out, and I do.

Sometimes.

How to turn me into a huge puddle.

Oh girls.

My sister has an email account for Layla that’s she’s going to share with one her day when she’s much older.

There are hundreds of things I’ve wanted to say whenever I try to rid myself of distractions and write her a letter.

Then I start contemplating my thoughts, tear up, turn into a big mess, and never write anything.

Oh man y’all, I completely fall to pieces!

So my goal is to push through and write something I’ve been meaning to for months now.

If I turn into a big crocodile teary mess, so be it. We push though!

Or just write a lighthearted and funny email instead? (Duh!)

Two Words

Hot Hands.

Oh.my.stars.

I greatly appreciate these things. They’ve saved me many a frigid football game.

We were outside a few hours last weekend and those puppies were like a big fat hug amidst my chills and runny nose.

Bethel Music’s You Make Me Brave

This song.

There are actually a few on their new album that are darn near killing me, but this one was the first I heard.

Love.

How to Annoy Me
To all of you organized and on top of everything eager beavers who sent out your Christmas cards Thanksgiving weekend- Stop It.

You’re making the rest of us look bad.  smile

That’s it for today. Any randomness you care to share?

WIOW: Bash the Crash Workout

If you have kids, please tell me you got to capitalize on their Halloween candy loot?

Reece’s, Hershey’s, Starbursts…

Dead.dead.dead.

Leftover candy is the worst best thing ever.

Or best worst thing ever?

I can’t decide.

Thankfully I didn’t buy any candy this year, so I have no remnants lingering. However, I did enjoy leftovers Will’s grandparents had.
More treats for the way home.

Why are those flavored tootsie rolls so darn good!?

Anyway, if you’re in a bit of a sugar coma, it’s time to bash the crash.

Today’s workout is all about a full body at home friendly workout to help burn off those peanut m&ms and Swedish fish.

I’m all about simplicity with at home workouts, so lots of the same when it comes to reps and moves- or else I’ll forget! Who wants to waste time looking at a paper full of exercises when you don’t have much time to begin with?

After warming up and stretching, perform this circuit 3-4 times and give it your candy craving all. 😊
WIOW

Tuesday Things, 28 October 2014

Please tell me you’re watching the final season of Parenthood?

I feel like there are way too many loose ends right now and it’s going to be impossible to put a pretty bow on everything.

That’s what I want. I want Zeke to get better, I want Christina’s school to be a success, I want Amber to find her way, and most of all I want Joel and Julia to get back together.

Sadly, I feel like this is the type of show that is most definitely going to end with a little heartache (probably Zeke?) and just a continuation of life with no real definitive resolutions.

I need resolutions.

Joel. Julia. This needed to happen yesterday.

We’re getting crushed in Fantasy Football

Yes, I didn’t say we’re crushing fantasy football

I said we are getting crushed.

It’s not so fun when you’re getting crushed. Lucky for Will, he has a couple more leagues on his own that are doing better.

But that doesn’t help ours! We stink.

Although he hasn’t said it, I’m pretty sure Will thinks I’m dragging him down. smile

Don’t tell Will, but I think I’m about to bring out the Christmas music.

I’m usually not that type, but its November this week, and I think it’s totally acceptable to play it in November.

I bought cashew milk on a whim the other day

I’m an almond milk girl all the way, but when I saw this at the store, I thought I’d give it a go.

It’s good! I’m still all about almond milk, but I’m glad I gave this one a go.

What goes good with cashew milk?
Chocolate cake.

Aaaand a little stress.

Soooo Will’s mom’s 60th birthday is coming up. About two months ago, I started prodding Will and his dad to figure out what we should do for this big birthday.

We took a trip to Branson for Will’s dad’s 60th, so I at least thought it would be nice to do a party and make it a big deal.

...

Those are crickets. Week after week I would ask about it and was told they were thinking about it, look at the calendar, going to coordinate with her mom (Will’s grandma), etc.

Will told me this was his dad’s thing, and he wanted to take the lead on deciding what we should do.

As I anticipated (I should have known leaving it up to the boys!), even with my early gentle reminders, nothing got done and everything is going to be last minute.

I was a little frustrated, as now Will’s grandma, aunt, and I are trying to put a little something together and still make it a big deal.

Thankfully my mother in law has a good and gentle spirit and I’m sure she will be tickled that we thought of her regardless of how it comes together.

But seriously.

Chocolate cake.

That’s all you really need for a party, right? 

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brittny I'm B-Love. Lover of God, my husband Will, my doggies, OU football, weight training, plyometrics healthy eating (mostly!), peanut butter, and all things health related. Buckle up and get ready for my constant embarrassing moments, health and fitness tips,and my effort to rely on Christ while living life in the real world. Follow me on Feedly! Sign up for monthly emails at blove@theblovelife.com!


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