Okay, so let me first begin this post with a big fat I’M SORRY.

I’m sorry.

I really suck.

I will probably not be posting any feedback for the next few weeks. My computer time is beyond “extremely limited” right now. I know, I know, I’m missing the MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR in everyone’s lives and all that crap… yeah, yeah, I know. I’m sorry guys. :(

Okay- now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, let’s get started.

I seriously feel like I’m typing next to a ticking stink bomb that is going to go off in all its funky glory if I don’t complete my computer time in 24.5 minutes or less. I’d elaborate, but again- we can’t have the stink bomb go off so let’s just get on with the post.

So because of time I thought I’d just combine a few series of short posts into one bigger post. Alas- (seriously, it’s about time, right!?!) my post.

Heh Heh
I’ve got Will totally convinced that the terrible smell filling his car two nights ago was from it sitting in storage for a year and the air vents not being used. Friends, I don’t think I need to tell the truth on this one. I’m sure you already know.

A Night With the Devil’s Kitten
Yeah you read that right. Will and I spent the night with Satan’s cat a couple nights ago.

I’ll come right out and say it (you can trash me later)- Will and I aren’t the biggest cat people. Especially Will. (Exepct for Toby, Ann. I love Toby. I think Will would too<3).

There.

I said it.

Hate me later.

Mine comes from a couple bad cat experiences, Will's?… I'm not so sure.

Anyway, Will's brother Dr. Vet (<- this is where I'm supposed to insert a link so you know what I'm talking about. Instead I'll just do a crash course- Dr. Vet is Will's veternarian brother. Wow- what a creative name) has a cat to keep him company.

Ooh! Cool side story! My friend retired blogger Sarah takes her doggies to the same vet clinic where Dr. Vet works and didn’t even know it! HOW FREAKING AMAZING.

We stayed with Dr. Vet and the devil cat our first night after Minneapolis.

Guys, the thing truly is borderline, “bring into the clinic for observation.” Perhaps that’s why Dr. Vet likes it so much.

Bogey likes to sleep all day and play all night.  Sort of a Jykell (sp!?!) and Hyde sort of thing. Lucky us.

We slept out on the pull out couch that night and boy did old Bogey have a ball with us. We kept hearing it run up and down the back of the couch and pounce.

Run, Run, Run, Fly, Pounce!

That’s sort of how it went. It would sit on the arm of the couch as we were sleeping and just stare at Will and then run over us onto the other side of the couch and then stare at me. Creepy. To be honest, I slept through most of it, but Will was totally annoyed. Apparently at some point during the stare contest Bogey licked Will’s nose (ha ha), and as Will went to grab him, Bogey straight up slapped Will in the face (HA HA) I woke up at some point from Will flailing trying to catch Bogey and asked him what he was doing.

He looked at me like a soldier on a mission and was all, “I’ve been protecting you all night!”

What a dork. He even had a water gun handy to defend my honor.

(I’m totally shaking my head right now)

You Gotta Watch Out For This One
I totally wish I could post this on it’s own. Oh well…

I can’t be sure, but I think my MIL totally let one last night! Not just a little womanly fluff, but a full blown honker of a fart. One that made me think she ought to check her pants!

We were in Tulsa last night with Will’s grandpa. We had just eaten a big meal and were sitting in the living room. All of a sudden my MIL adjusts her seat and lets out a seriously loud sound! At first I thought it was like pants rubbing against the leather chair, but then I realized I was on the leather chair, not her! She had to have let one! She even said excuse me! I was so shocked because I was just certain it was not a bodily noise but instead leather, shoes scraping together- something, anything but that!

Surely not, right? Surely someone as quiet and gentle as my MIL would never do such a thing right? I don’t know… I guess I’m going to have to watch out for this one…

Cheese-Freaking-Cake Factory
Again, I wish I had more time. This is going to sound dumb and probably won’t make any sense at all, but I need to vent. As you remember from the Cheesecake Factory tiff earlier this week, any and all in-law venting must be via blog.

I totally had an uncomfortable moment today with the family. Yet again the Cheesecake Factory has brought trouble upon the WB family!

Will wanted to take me there since it had recently opened in the Tulsa area, plus his parents have never gone so we wanted them to go too.

Well for some reason it sort of turned into, “Well Brittny wants to go,” sort of thing as though everyone was inconvienced. I got the feeling they didn’t want to go. No big deal.

Okay- so first of all I never ever said I wanted to go. Will had told me a long time ago (after his September trip back home) he told his parents he wanted us to go while we were in Tulsa. I never up and said, “Hey gang! Let’s go to the Cheesecake Factory!”

I think since they knew it was a place I really liked they sort of turned it into a “Well, Brittny” sort of thing. This morning I told my MIL I didn’t think we ought to go because I knew Will’s grandpa wouldn’t go along because of his health. I said we ought to stay and do something at the house.

Period.

EOD (End of Discussion)… or so I thought.

Anyway, my MIL kept pestering me about it, “Are you sure? I know how much you FREAKING love it and want to make out with everything on the menu!” <- uh, okay, she really didn't say that, but you get my drift.

She just went on and on and then they started calling family saying, "Well, Brittny changed her mind...” blah blah blah. I was so annoyed. It totally became this huge thing, “Are you sure you’ll be okay if we don’t go?

We should go…

Are you sure it’s okay if we don’t?

Maybe we should go…

Well- if we don’t go, what are we going to do?...”

I was going insane! I’m fairly reserved and don’t like to get firm with people most of the time, but finally I was like, “Okay, I’m being really serious- I really don’t want to go. It’s seriously no big deal. We just need to let it go.” Will was annoyed too. I don’t know why things have to become such a big deal sometimes. It was totally solved this morning, but it couldn’t be left alone.

Anyway, we ended up not going (Thank God. I think it would have ruined it for me to have to go after the whole elaborate morning we had about the whole thing).

Okay- so I re-read that whole story, and wow! It makes absolutley no sense at all!

Oh well, I feel better for venting.

So here we are, back home. Finally. We’ve been on the road ever since we left Kuwait. More driving will be coming very soon, but I’ll try to enjoy tomorrow at home. I’m so thankful to be home with my family (despite my venting). I’m so blessed. The Lord has given me so much to be thankful for. I have so much more I want to tell you guys! :( Oh well. I hope you have a great Christmas. I can’t wait to read all about it! Check in with you guys soon!

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. <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.

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!

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!

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.

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! 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…

We’re inching closer and closer to vacation.

Sure, I’m counting the days and elated at the thought of being in the states for a month. However, in the back of my mind I’ve already begun to think about the looming “crisis” on my hands. Curious about what I’m talking about? Let me refresh your memory.

I’m going to be living with my in-laws for the next month.

Things never seem to go very well during this time. Something inevitably always goes wrong or there’s something awkward that occurs.

Such as bad mouthing my brother-in-law’s girlfriend in front of the whole family and then having to suffer through sleeping with my MIL the same night.

or plugging up the toilet (again) and having to use my brother-in-law’s silver nail file to salvage the toilet (and my dignity).

or maybe it was last year when my father-in-law saw me in my bra!

Too many things to choose from. All I know is that with my string of bad luck, something awkward and embarrassing is bound to happen living in the small confines of bedroom with four gigantic suitcases, two twenty-somethings set in our ways and out to relax and enjoy vacation, and two fifty-somethings just waiting for their oddball daughter-in-law to screw up.

Ahh, vacation. It’s the most wonderful time of the year. 

I’ve missed this place! I feel like I haven’t been around my blog for a while. Granted, it was only about a week (sans a 3 line crappy post which doesn’t really count as a real post), but it still feels like ages.

I wanted to wait to post until I had all my pictures loaded and could tell you all about my trip. Sadly, I haven’t done that yet (yeah, I suck), so there won’t be much to share! I had a wonderful time, but it was exhausting. We were gone 4 nights and stayed in 3 different hotels! Craziness I tell you. We were on the road a lot, but guys, it was such a great trip. I only wish I had more time to spend there, there’s so much to see! We visited Amman, Petra (A-freaking-mazing), and the Dead Sea- we were constantly packed in a van.

So do you want the long version or the short version? I mean, I want to write a novel about everything, complete with pictures. You know, do it up good and right, but I don’t have time for that today (and I don’t have the pictures- because, as we already established, I suck). However, then I think if I don’t do a “real” recap about my trip today and then wait until this weekend it’s officially “old news.” Who wants to read old news!? No one!

Well tough! You’ll be reading old news this weekend, because it’s important for me to really capture my trip so I can remember it all 4 years from now. All I keep thinking was, “Wow, that was an exhausting and wonderful trip.” It went so fast I wasn’t really able to fully enjoy it at the time, but now that I’m back to work I’m looking back with many fond memories of last weekend.

I only have one picture on my computer that my mom sent yesterday. It’s probably my favorite one. It was taken at the Dead Sea when we braved it in the cold water. It really just sums up my trip- wonderful. I’m having a difficult time at work right now, and when I look at this picture, I’m reminded of how thankful I am to have such a wonderful husband like Will in my life. Sunday night he played me this Carrie Underwood song that talked about not worrying about the small stuff. It was so thoughtful of him to do that- and he’s right. Work is work, but faith and family is what matters most. I forget that sometimes.

So that’s about if for now. I hope you guys had a good Thanksgiving! I can’t wait to read all about it. I read some of your posts and you already put your Christmas decorations up! It got me really excited to be going home for Christmas (yay!). I can’t wait. Will bought It’s a Wonderful Life last week, so we’ll definitely be watching that this weekend to get us into the Christmas spirit! I love you guys very much and will post (with pictures!) very soon.

I had a great Thanksgiving and for lack of anything exciting to post, I will simply fill my blog with pictures, lots and lots of pictures. Lots of huge and not properly sized pictures that will probably make my blog look funny. YAY!

I posted a crap load on flickr and will probably get bored and won’t finish posting all of them on here- so if you’re bored too, you can look for the rest there!

I thought this sort of summed up life here. Covered ladies all in a row.

Have I mentioned Will hates taking pictures?

Making room for turkey.

My Angstgiving 2005 Guide. I have no idea why I still have it. Please don’t ask.

We got matching jerseys! Surprisingly enough, Will was the one who thought we should get them. Pretty cute. Too bad we won’t get to ever freaking wear them to a STUPID OU NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP GAME! WHY!? WHHHY Sam Bradford? Get well soon. PS- I need all other 5 and higher ranked teams to lose next week. Can you arrange that?

My mom would kill me if she knew I was posting this- so don’t tell her. I thought this shirt was freaking hilarious. It came free with their Sopranos set. Nothing says “Happy Thanksgiving” like a mom in a shirt with a bloody knife! You know what I’m sayin?

Me and my bird.

Me and P. Did you notice she went brown? It’s such a change!

Me and P again.

The Turkeys

Will and Boz throwing up their “number ones”

Will trying to get Boz to look at the camera.

This picture is freaking GENIUS! This is P doing our The Shining cover. She looks like Jack Torrence, right?

My rendition is not as good as P’s.

P and “Tony” <- another thing from the movie.

My mom got us all Advent calendars to count down to Christmas, but we’re using it to countdown to our vacation home! YAY!

Alright, so that’s that. Sorry I’m not more exciting. I had a really good weekend though. I ate entirely too much and was too lazy.

Good “whatever it may be” friends (I figure if I say morning this post won’t be finished until the afternoon, and knowing me I may not even publish until this evening… we’ll just stick with “whatever it may be.” It’s safe)!

Well, here it is again- Thanksgiving. The good news is that this year’s holiday (hopefully!) won’t be another Angstgiving as in years past. We can only hope, anyway.

My family and I are celebrating a little early this year because of our trip to Jordan. The plan is to have Thanksgiving tomorrow, so keep your fingers crossed. See, unfortunately there’s a chance I might have to work. I’m just going to put my foot down and tell my boss I’ve got a freaking 16 pound turkey that’s been defrosting in my fridge since Sunday night and dang it, that bird is getting tossed in the oven, and if not- HE’S going to be the stuffing!!

What do you guys think?

My coworker and I agreed we could come in Saturday, so hopefully that will suffice. I even said I could do some work from home while the bird was in the oven. While we’re on the subject of work, will you guys say a prayer for me? I just found out some disturbing news that might have me searching for something elsewhere. I really hope not, but please just say a prayer for me. My stomach feels yucky over everything.

Okay- this post is NOT about work. It’s about Thanksgiving! Let’s get back on track!

The original plan was for me to go over to my parent’s house tonight, bird in tow. I was going to stay the night with them so I could get up early and make the turkey at their house. You might remember last year’s Thanksgiving drama. As you can imagine, I don’t want a repeat of that, so I thought it best to let Will do his own thing in the morning and let me get the turkey ready at my parent’s house. Transporting the stupid thing was a sloshy juicy mess last year, and this plan will not only make for a happier wife, but a happier Thanksgivng overall.

I’m not sure I’m going to go over there now, though, if I’m going to do some work from home. I figure I’ll be distracted if I’m at my parent’s house. There’s no way I can resist goofing off with P. Besides- what loser tells their sister, “Now now, pipe down. I need to focus on my studies!”

Exactly.

I’m sort of bummed because I thought it would be fun. I know all I’ll do is worry if I go over there instead of taking care of my crap. We’ll see. Again- PRAYERS guys, please. I really want to seek God’s will for my life and job.

So- plans are still up in the air for tomorrow’s festivities. The plan is for me to make a desert tonight and the turkey tomorrow. We’re going with rather unconventional desserts this year. My mom is making key lime pie and I’m making a chocolate buttermilk pie- only because it’s from a Semi-Homemade cookbook and it was one of the first pie recipes I turned to. Plus it’s chocolate and you can’t go wrong with that.

I’m looking forward to tomorrow. Did I ever tell you my sister and I have a really morbid Thanksgiving tradition? We LOVE to watch The Shining Thanksgiving night. How random, right? I don’t really know what started this tradition, but it’s become a staple in our holiday fun. Will and my parents don’t get it, I can’t understand why. Will already informed us he won’t be participating in this year’s viewing. What a party pooper. Oh well.

Back to turkey. I’m making the same one I have the past two years- the orange-y one. I had pictures on my old blog, but when I had to transfer all the archives (copy and freaking paste. It took FOREVER) over to this blog, I got lazy and didn’t insert all the pictures. So- sadly, if you ever read the archives (ha ha yeah right), I have a ton of posts where I’m all, “Look at our trip! Here’s me with P doing such and such, and here’s Will skiing in Dubai!” only there aren’t any pictures underneath. I suck.

Okay- this post has literally taken me all stinkin’ day to write. I started this morning and got so busy that now it’s time for me to leave- and the best part of all is I GET TO WORK FROM HOME! 16 pound orange-y turkey… get ready to be basted!!

Love you guys. Pictures of the big day to come tomorrow! 

Because I feel I’m among friends, I will start with a paranoia I’ve been having all afternoon.

Girls, I think my feet smell.

What is worse than that!?

I have been so worried all day long and trying to take big whiffs of air to make sure I’m in the clear.

See, I’m wearing ballet flats without socks. That isn’t typically a problem for me, except it miraculously rained here today (which is very odd for this time of year!) and my shoes got all wet and sloshy and so now I know, I just know I’m steaming off something bad.

I mean lethal bad.

I think my nose is used to the smell. “Please God, let everyone else’s’ nose be immune too.”

Okay, that is my paranoia. I had to get it out because I’ve been worried all afternoon and I can’t call “Ethel” to tell her about it because everyone will then know it’s ME emanating the scent that made their flowers die and fruit spoil.

The Horror! The Horror!

Okay, sorry. I will now move on- that is if you will still read this post after I announced the worst thing ever!

Actually…

Let’s camp out here.

I hate feet. In fact I hate them so much I don’t even like to say that word. I can say it once or twice and not want to throw up, but for the sake of this post I just can’t keep saying, “feet” without getting sick. In fact, I just threw up a little.

Let’s call them fairies.

(Too funny, you’d think I was talking about nether regions or something. Nope! Just feet.)

I am not a fairy person at all. I never have been. Only recently have I gotten a lot more comfortable with the idea of fairies.

This is largely due to the fact that when I had my fairy surgery they were constantly fondled and stroked and rubbed and ever sexual word you can think of and twist to make seem miserable.

That’s right. If I wasn’t okay with fairies before, I had to have a quick come to Jesus meeting last spring because my fairies were on debut for the world to see!

If having my family know about my fairy problems wasn’t bad enough, Will’s sweet mom- totally meaning well- told the whole freaking world about my fairies. I had no choice but to come to grips with them! I think the turning point was the February family get together, full of grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins where I was kindly asked every intimate detail about my fairy surgery and on top of that, “Show us your fairies!” Um, can I die now please? Oh that AND the whole month I was on her Sunday school prayer list. I mean, I so know the sweet woman loves me and genuinely wanted prayer for me, but my view of fairies is comparable with being stripped naked and standing in front of her whole class.

Yeah.

About the same thing.

Anyway, I’m more open to touching Will’s fairies and letting him touch mine. Oh my gosh- how sick did THAT just sound!!? Sorry. Maybe I should have used the real “f” word in this instance instead of fairies to avoid any miscommunications and random google searches when my blog comes up under hot sex or something.

Before, I would totally freak out if someone wanted to touch my fairies or wanted me to touch theirs- not that I get a lot of requests for me to touch people’s fairies, but you know what I’m saying…

I remember one time I was on a mission trip in Romania and at the end of our whole trip we went down to the river and were supposed to wash each other’s fairies, just like Jesus did with his disciples. I totally freaked out.

“Are you there, God? It’s me, Brittny. Hi. Look. I know you did this whole washing fairies thing and all and wanted us to follow your example, but can you make an exception on me? You understand, don’t you?”

Okay, I didn’t really say that, and I totally washed my team’s fairies and it was a really awesome experience, but trust me, I was freaking out inside.

The scary second toes longer than the big toes,

the hairy tops,

the corn infested bottoms… it was hard to “Let Go and Let God” that night, let me tell ya.

Luckily I’ve grown up a little since then. I can handle Will’s clean fairies now and it’s not a big deal. In fact, if he wanted to touch mine I might get grossed out and wince a little at first but then be totally fine soon after. It’s pretty bad when you don’t even want to touch fairies with your best friend!! Sorry Will, nothing personal. Anyway, I’ve made great strides this year and am not ashamed to say I’m becoming okay with fairies!

In fact, I should hug a podiatrist today.

So anyway, I give you that whole stupid drawn out fairy conversation because I’m a little nervous about my wet shoes and the smell they are producing. Sorry girls.Thank goodness the day is soon over. For me and for everyone else!

I don’t know if I am able to talk about anything else now that I just said all that. Am I? Can I seriously justify a real conversation after all that nonsense? I just don’t know!

No… I think the answer is no on this one. You can send the hallelujah chorus in right…

About…

NOW!

I am still the Brittny you all know, so please don’t hate me for what is to follow.

I will probably never bring this issue up on my blog again, unless it deals with a neutral issue. So, please, no backlash in the comment board. Feel free to email me with it, but lets keep things nice on the nest.

Okay, I’m blabbering and confusing myself. On with the show…

I still have a lot going on in my head today, and the fact that OU lost makes matters worse.

Will stayed late at work to watch the game. He just called and you would have thought his dog had just died. It’s amazing how something like OU losing would normaly have me depressed (yes, we are crazy, extreme and hardcore fans), yet with the things I’ve been watching on the news it is far from secondary.

I really believe Will is depressed though. I think stuff like this is so different for the male gene. It is beyond bad enough that we are not there, sitting in our seats cheering on the team for their first game, but they lost. OU doesn’t lose. Ever (okay, they have lost twice in the last 2 seasons, but you know what I mean). I think we were both in disbelief. Poor guy. That is one of those things that truly gets him through the days here- being able to look forward to football. I hope that in light of the things going on in the south he will realize how many many more things we have to get us through the day that we daily take for granted.

Okay, enough about that.

Today was our day off for Labor Day. I was so excited to have the entire day with Will before my puppy dog days are over and I have to start work. however, our day came to a screeching halt at 9:00 this morning when his boss called him and told him that he should come in. I wish I could go on a 30 minute tangent about this issue. Not only would it have me feeling much better, but it also may leave you needing to check your pants because of the laughter that would have ensued. so much for thatl. It sucks to wonder who may read this blog, and the fact that the first 90 days leaves all new employees under greater scrutiny doesn’t help.

Anyway, that news left Will in a bad mood and me even madder. We tried to make light of the few hours he had before having to go in, so we decided to do our favorite weekend hobby: eat.

We went around 11:30, a time when you are literally the only people sitting in a place that fits 300. However, we forgot that not only was it an American holiday, but also a Muslim holiday. So it was crazy busy.

I love quiet lunches.

The rest of the afternoon was spent watching the news and wanting to throw a brick at the tv. I know this is the nest and the focus of blogs are newlywed stuff, but being someone highly interested in politics I can’t just sit back and shut up. I will try my hardest just to write and not let my personal political leanings get in the way- okay that sounds funny because everything I’m about to say has to do with them. I guess what I mean is that I am not going to let my other political viewpoints get in the way, and hopefully after you finish you will not be able to know my party choice, because it really doesn’t matter. I’m sorry. Rambling again.

I have been so frustrated at the selfishness of people. There are citizens seriously needing help, yet people want to focus on the political implications of the whole issue. Yes- I’m not totally blonde. I know this disaster comes with political issues- but that’s not what I’m trying to say. I just want to yell. Okay! I know you hate Bush! About 85% of the world does. Just pipe down for 2 weeks and let things settle down! There are far more important things than pointing fingers right now. I promise, there will be PLENTY of time to make your Bush Admin. stabs, but now is so far from the time. I have been sick at how people want to polarize everything, shadowing the fact that there are still thousands of people stranded in NO by doing whole news stories with the sole focus on “who is responsible.” Yes, the way things were handeled were shocking and should have been handeled better (that is an understatement), but sadly we can’t change the way things happened and the horrible way things have been played out. It is now time to get over pointing fingers, bashing people, and talking politics during these first few weeks. We Americans need to be better than that. Where is our unity? Can we not put down our right wing vs. left wing politics just for a few days? There will be plenty of time to bash the admin. (as well as the LA gov’t) and what he didn’t do and what he should have done… after we get these poor people out of the hell they have been experiencing. It is time to look at the voices of those suffering. Those hurting. Those who have been wiped out entirely. We need to come together and do all we can. How selfish is it for us-sitting in our comfy houses with plenty to eat and drink with our family- to make this about “us” and what we think and Bush this and Bush that. It is about the thousands needing help. We have to put away “our” (I’m not talking specifically to the nest - just people in general) political mindsets and focus on uniting and being brothers and sisters to those who have needs most of us will thankfully ever know.

Wow. I feel lots better. I probably need another forum to yell my frustrations out. The Nest isn’t quite the right place. I’m sure you are all nodding you head. However, as American married couples on our own in the real world for the first time, I think we can all easily put ourselves in the shoes of those affected and think about, “what if that had been us?”

Thankgoodness this is a holiday weekend and most of you will be out with your family and off of the nest! I needed to sneak in a “loud Brittny” post.

I promise I’m not turning this into a crazy political yelly blog. I’ll be back to normal tomorrow.

My prayers are constantly with the Gulf States.

Wow, OU’s loss just doesn’t seem near as important now…

Back to the grindstone. Thats what Will and his dad always say when they have to back to work after the weekend or a break. Well, I certainly am back to the “grindstone” - or at least to the daily gruel of life.

My mom and Will have had to trade off taking me everywhere, what a pain. I got out of my mom’s minivan (yeah- not even a “cool mom SUV“ or anything- she has the “loser cruiser“ as my sister and I have dubbed it) and just cringed. She yelled out, “I can walk you to class if you need me to.“ I just expected that any second she would jump out of the car, give me a sack lunch and kiss me on the head or something. AHHH! What a nighmare. It wasn’t that bad though, I just said no thanks and wobbled on.

Minus the tons of snide comments about my walking and shoes by my coworkers and classmates, it hasn’t been too bad. I walk like I don’t have to be anywhere until tommorw, and I take baby steps. But I get there, and that is what counts! I am ready to move on, get better, and most of all- STOP HAVING TO BLOG about this! Anyone who reads my blog regularly is probably shouting an exultation of “amen!“ So, unless I have a funny story to tell you about my situation (which is an everyday thing in my life anyway), or I got a good report (like, “hey hopalong, you can finally drive“), no more feet talk! Hurray!

The Easter Bunny visited me Sunday! Last year Will surprised me with an Easter basket, carrying on the tradition of my family always getting me one. Will has taken on so much to help me these last few weeks, so his help has been the best gift of all. Well, Sunday morning Will opened the front door to get the paper and there was the cutest pink basket outside filled with all sorts of goodies. How thoughtful.

My birthday is in a couple of weeks! how fun! I told Will that I just wanted his gift to me to be money towards our season tickets. I partially changed my mind. I have a gift card to Ann Taylor and found the cutest dress ever and am just going to have him pay for the rest of the dress. Here is the dress:

Thought it was cute and wanted to share. No matter what- I am fighting through pain and am going to wear that dress with cute shoes- such a rebel.

Enough for today! I better go. Have a great day! As always, more to come in my crazy life…

Today is so exciting. I know a lot of people think it is a commercialized holiday to sell flowers, candy, and jewlery, but I’m a typical girl and I still get giddy at the thought of V-Day. This is our first married Valentine’s Day, so thats exciting too. A man at our church owns a large flower store in town and asked Will to help him deliver flowers as a fundraiser for the youth group. So Will enlisted his dad to be the van driver while Will makes the deliveries. Its a long day, he actually got up before I did this morning!

Saturday night we went over to Will’s parents and ate dinner and watched Troy. We also got our valentine’s day gifts from them. I got a cute OU shirt and some good smelling lotions and soaps. Then last night we went over to my moms and got our gifts. She really spoils us. Its funny how practical our gifts are now that we’re married. There was a time that I had to “borrow” some toilet paper and dishwashing soap from my mom because we decided to use our money to buy OU season tickets instead of groceries (We are young and stupid I guess).  Anyway, in our bags there was a huge pack of toilet paper and Electrosol dishwashing tabs. Then we each got a Wal-Mart gift card and cash. Plus way too much candy. That was great. My mom always overdoes it on “small” holidays, but I’m not complaining.

I got Will OU vs Baylor b-ball tickets. That’s a story in itself. I was so proud of my idea to get him these tickets because I had been hearing how incredible Baylor was doing and how they could win it all. So I got the tickets thinking this was going to be such an awesome game. Well, I’m terrible about getting excited about gifts I got people and wanting to tell them before the day comes, so I dropped some hints about OU b-ball and asked how Baylor was doing. Will then proceeded to tell me how terrible they were this year and how everyone is beating them… it was the Baylor WOMEN who were doing so well… not the MEN! I was so disappointed and Will could read it all over my face. He eventually guessed my “best ever” surprise. We had a good laugh and held eachother on the couch. So, he already knows his gift, but thats not a big deal. I also had a heart shaped cake made for him that says Go Sooners beat Baylor, so that will be a surprise.

I guessed Will’s gift for me, or at least I think I did! I think I’m getting a pair of shoes I’ve been wanting, so we’ll wait and see. We’re going to eat tonight, and then I have to go home and study away. I have a huge test tomorrow, so that will be the end to a wonderful day, yuck. <3

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

-ee cummings