-We’re now the proud owners of a “new” 2001 Ford pick-up truck. It only has 48,000 miles on it, so it doesn’t seem as old when you think of it that way. Plus Will is in Heaven now that he finally has a truck to drive again.

-My boss sent me and my coworker flowers Friday. You can see pictures of how beautiful they are on my Flickr. It totally brightened my day.

-We’re really enjoying hearing Dave Ramsey’s sermons (see below). I think we might take the plunge and do the 13 week study too.

-P is moving back home (home as in Kuwait) this semester. I will tell you more soon. Actually hopefully she will tell you more soon. I’m trying to get her to guest blog sometime next week.

-Our Sooners have done well thus far during March madness. There’s still a lot to play, but hopefully make it another round or two! Oh and hey- I’m not sucking all that much in our bracket competition either!

-I’m headed down to Texas on a day trip this week. I’m sort of excited about it but at the same time sort of dreading it because of how late I’ll get home plus all the work I’ll have to catch up on

-We’re going to another Thunder game this week, so that should be fun. You can’t beat $10 cheap seats, right!?

-Have I mentioned I love, love, love daylight saving’s time? Please dear God don’t let them take this away from us. This will be the first time in three years to experience a full daylight savings time and I’m so excited about it.

-I have this awful and intense desire to make a cake, and I have no.idea.why. Please don’t let me make one (but I probably will :( ).

-There’s just not much else going on right now- and I’m actually okay with that.

Have a lovely day! You know- because Mondays are always lovely. 

Okay.

This is my blog. Mine. All mine! Iinsert evil laugh right ______<- here.

This is my blog and it's something very important to me. Something that keeps me sane and a place I run to during all times of my life. This blog as been my life's journey and is a giant part of my life.

When I started this thing- way back in 2005 on the nest I had no idea anyone would ever read it- let alone that I would have “blog friends” I talk to on a regular basis, some of which I have met. I had no idea that this “blog” would do so much for me and become part of my identity. No idea at all.

With that said, I feel like I need to share something with you.

I’m beginning to feel like I can’t be myself on here anymore. When I started this blog- 1. I never thought anyone would read it (as previously stated!) and 2. It was not created for people I know to read it.

I know that sounds silly, but it’s very true. The thought of people that I actually know and see and talk to knowing about the time I plugged up my in-law’s toliet or the time I left my lunch in the fridge for half a year or…

well- you guys read my blog- you know the list goes on and on…

that stuff isn’t made for people I know! It’s made for you guys! The people I like!

Ha ha- kidding.

sort of…

Anyway-

now that I’ve moved back I feel incredibly censored by myself.

I feel like I can’t share my heart like I want to and I hate that.

I hope you hate that too.

I think about all the people I think I know that read my blog and it makes me feel all bummed- because

as I said before-

this blog isn’t for them!

Okay wait-

it is.

I guess.

There are several people that I know in real life that I know read my blog (Hi guys! You know who you are...), and I’m so fine with that. It doesn’t bother me at all. I appreciate that we can keep in touch in this medium, and am most appreciative of them outing themselves.

It’s the people I know that read my blog and I don’t know about it that bothers me. The possibilities are endless.

Unfortunately I’m getting to the point in which I’m considering going partially private- and I really, really don’t want to do that. That’s not why I started this blog and it was never my intention to feel as though I need to be careful in what I say. I wanted this blog to be raw and honest and “me” and I want it to stay that way.

However, now that I’m back home I feel like it can’t as easily as before.

Do you guys know how many people from Oklahoma are reading my blog these days? A freaking ton!

Okay- so I officially went from 3 readers to 9- but seriously- it feels like a ton!

I think I was most freaked out when someone searched for something specific about my family on my blog. Perhaps it was innocent, perhaps it was by one of those people I mentioned above- people I know that know me and read my blog, however I can’t help but think it’s those people that think they know me and have somehow found out about my blog. Sadly, there are a lot of people like that in my life. People that knew me before I went to Kuwait and have judged me for my decisions and have said some pretty hurtful things.

Sigh.

If I really wanted to I could take hours upon end to figure out who everyone was but I’m not that dedicated in reverse blog stalking (ha ha- I think I just made up a new term). 

I know this is what I get for having a public blog- the unknown of who’s out there. The inability to control who visits and what they do with the information I write.

I don’t want to feel like I have to tip-toe around what I want to say because of other people- like I said- this is my blog.

So I’m going to try my best not to do so, and that’s my commitment to all (ha ha- all...) nine of you who read my blog. We’ll see what the future has in store, and don’t worry you won’t show up to my site and be completely locked out. If I like you- I’ll tell you first (ha ha).

To my fellow Okie readers (the ones I don’t know in real life)- thanks for stopping by. If you ever see me at Teds or an OU game or at The Dollar Tree (see below post) please say hi! <- and please also don’t be a creepo. Thanks. Also, if you feel inclined to say hi in the comments section, please do! It will probably put my mind to rest a smidge.

Smidge.

What IS a smidge?

...

Anyway-

I have no idea why I shared all of this with you guys (the blog stuff- not the smidge stuff)… I guess it’s been weighing on my mind for a while now.

I suppose that’s all, really. I just needed to vent a little and do some sharing. Thanks for listening.

Now go have a good day!

I spent a portion of my afternoon huddled with my coworkers in the break room.

Waiting for the tornado sirens to stop blaring their screams of terror.

Just two weeks ago I was stuck inside my house due to an ice storm,

and today it was 70 degrees and our state endured multiple tornadic storms.

Tornadoes!

In February!!

Why- why in the world would I live here?

I have a feeling you’ll be hearing me say that a lot this spring.

Suddenly missing the hellish heat of weatherless Kuwait…

Mine is on 65.

And I’m almost dead.

Seriously! I checked my temperature the last few days and I’m consistently

97.6

97.1

and

96.8 (wow! that’s really low).

I think technically I’m like walking dead girl or something.

I told Will my temperature is so low because it’s so freaking cold in our house!

Can you hold on just a second?

....

Thanks- I had to scrape the ice off my computer screen.

And break a frozen snot-sickle from off the tip of my nose.

Okay, moving on-

it’s freezing in here. I’m wearing gigantic thick pink “clown socks” and my toes are still freezing. In fact, I made Will feel them and he was staggered by my little Popsicle toes.

All because Will is “doing an experiment.”

“What’s the experiment?” you ask.

See- we got our last bill and Will thought it was a little higher than it should be. So- he decided to turn our thermostat down a few degrees (um- or like 60) to see how much we saved.

Lucky me.

An innocent placebo in the midst of some double blind experiment.

Ha ha- actually, I have no idea. I just really wanted to type that sentence. I know such an ignorant statement is like nails scratching a chalkboard for some of you.

Anyway- so we’re experimenting.

This has caused me to wonder- on what temperature do normal people keep their houses set?

So- I’m taking a thermostat poll.

And praying that most of you keep your house warmer than 65.

Which in all honesty isn’t very hard considering only crazy people keeping cadavers in their freezer keep their house at 65 or lower.

Except us, of course.

Wow- I’m watching way too much CSI.

Anyway- it’s like freaking Alaska here. I went in our spare bedroom the other day and saw a polar bear trying on a pair of my black pants.

I opened the freezer and saw nothing but a sheet of ice glacier.

There’s a sign on the door to my bathroom that reads SS Titanic.

Or perhaps the cold is causing me to hallucinate…

But perhaps I’m wrong and the majority of America (or the 4 people that read my blog) keep their houses at the same temperature we do.

But I doubt it.

Because if you do, well then I will feel sort of weirded out and wonder if you too have been watching a lot of CSI lately and are putting what you’ve seen into practice.

Please dear God tell me that’s not the case.

I like to think that everyone that reads this blog are nice, prim Christian boys and girls that sing everything they speak and wear cute red suspenders.

I really do think that.

You’re reading as though you’re surprised or don’t believe me.

So- how warm do you keep your house?

Put the number in the comments section and I’ll do an average and tell Will that’s the number all normal nice, prim Christian boys and girl that sing everything they speak and wear cute red suspenders keep their house.

I have to go now. It’s my turn to pour hot water on the seal of our bedroom door so it thaws and opens…

Being in Kuwait shielded us from a lot of the political mire back in America. A lot of times it was nice. I can’t tell you how sick I became of the election coverage this past fall. It was nice being removed from the situation and not being inundated by media all the time.

Not only that, but there were many decisions that were made that didn’t really affect us very much since we were overseas.

Being back this year- our first full year back in America- will be quite different. Every decision made truly will have a direct impact on mine and Will’s life. It will influence a lot of our decisions and impact our future plans. It will be different, that’s for sure- but it will also be “normal.” Welcome to reality guys, right?!

Anyhow, what I guess I want to say is-

I spent the last 3 years of my life supporting a force of people I respect and am so thankful for- our American soliders. Regardless on my stance of whether or not we should be in Iraq, my stance will always be firm in the support of our soldiers. While I was a mere 30 minutes from what you may call a “war zone,” I still was not as smothered in the political war zone taking place in my home country- which seems odd. Now it’s back to reality and decisions that affect me at home and not only that- but decisions that affect my “other home.” This will most definitely be a year of change in many facets of life.

Who knows what the future has in store for us, but I pray it is full of good things and blessings we certainly don’t deserve. It will definitely be interesting to watch it all unfold. A new chapter begins in our history today, during a time of worry and stress and fear and the unknown. Some may say we’re living in a scary time, and I partially agree.

The best part of all- and the most important thing to remember,however, is that regardless of the future,

or who is in office,

or what happens tomorrow,

or what happens next week

or where we rest our head tonight,

or where we go to work tomorrow-

God is in control. He knows what is best, he knows the future, and He holds us in His hand.

May God bless our president, our country, and its people.

More to come.

<3

I’m pretty sure we lost from the second Will and I got on the airplane.

Although- it didn’t seem so at first.

We rode the same plan as Heisman quarterback Sam Bradford’s parents as well as Jeremy Beal’s parents.

Good sign, right?

We thought so.

We ended up getting delayed on our way there, which was a bit of an annoyance- yet we didn’t think it was the end of the world.

Ha.

We got to Miami late and had to wait almost an hour catch the Enterprise shuttle to get a rental car.

That whole slogan, “Pick Enterprise, We Pick You Up” is a HUGE lie. Apparently that holds true for all places except Miami.

We waited forever and finally caught the shuttle to enterprise.

When we got there we should have known there was going to be a problem. A mass of people, all clad in game gear, was standing outside waiting for a shuttle to take them to their hotels.

Hmm- that seems strange, right?

Will got in line and waited.

We waited, and waited, and waited.

Will finally got to the counter and the manager turned the lights off- all in attempts to say that Enterprise no longer had any cars- despite people making reservations for cars 3 weeks in advance- and that they were closing for the night.

Bad sign?

We thought so…

Yeah- Will wasn’t humored.

They offered to take us to our hotel and bring us back in the morning for a car.

Um- no.

They briefly mentioned trying to go to their sister company’s office to see if they would be able to honor our reservation.

Will and I decided to take a chance and walked over to the rental place. A tiny hole in the wall kiosk sort of place.

Nice.

Apparently a lot of Enterprise customers had the same idea. There was a line almost out the door all full of people hoping that this company didn’t give away all their cars just as Enterprise did.

We waited, and waited, and waited once again.

Will finally got to the counter.

The Oklahoma gods were looking out for us because we got the very.last.car.on.the.lot.

Everyone else was turned away.

Good sign?

We sure thought so.

We were the proud renters of a white Dodge minivan.

Oh yeah baby.

We loaded up and returned to the airport to pick up Ross and Rachel (we took different flights).

While we waited I made a video recapping the evening. As you will see- Will was not humored.

At all.

HA HA I look freaking hilarious in the freeze frame Flickr used. Nice.

We got Ross & Rachel, went to the hotel and called it a night- or late morning… whatever.

The next day we donned our Sooner gear and were ready to go to Miami!

We should have known we were destined to lose…

We got on the elevator and were on our way down (with a dozen other people, some OU fans, some Gator fans… fun times). As we arrived to the ground level, the elevator got stuck.

We couldn’t get the door open.

Bad sign?

We thought so.

This insane Gator fan started to panic and freak out. She began yelling and beating on the door. She started trying to pry it open yelling, “You don’t understand! I’ve got to get out of here! You don’t understand! HELP! HELP!”

We don’t understand that you’re psycho and need to calm the crap down in situations like this?

Yeah- we pretty much understood, lady.

All of a sudden we started to go up again.

Um- not a good sign.

We got to the 2nd floor and there was this huge jolt.

Yeah- I was thinking I was about to meet my Maker right there in a Miami elevator.

What a bad way to go.

We finally somehow got back to the ground level- with this woman going absolutely insane and really freaking us out. Ross and Will were trying to calm her down, but it wasn’t working.

The door finally opened and we tripped the lady on our way out.

Kidding.

But don’t think it didn’t cross my mind.

Bad sign?

We thought so…

The rest of the morning and afternoon was great. We went to Hard Rock for lunch, walked around, and took pictures. We went to South Beach and had fun there too. It was a really good afternoon.

Good sign?

We thought so…

We went back to the hotel to freshen up and get ready for the big game. We arrived at the stadium ready to claim our title. This game was ours for the taking.

Well- at least we thought so…

As soon as I entered the stadium I ran into a couple that used to teach me in Sunday school! Too crazy. They moved to Florida and got tickets to the game. I hadn’t seen them in years. What a small world.

I took that as a good sign.

While we were wandering the stadium we decided to get dinner.

As I was waiting in line I ran into my ex-boyfriend’s parents!

Random, right? I mean, I know a lot of people I knew were probably going to be at the game, but in a stadium that size I didn’t figure I’d run into one person- let alone a whole freaking family!

I hadn’t really talked to them since the breakup, so it was nice to catch up.

After my 2nd random encounter we had dinner and were on our way to our seats when…

I ran into not only my ex’s parents- but the whole entire family.

I was going to play it off like I didn’t see them (mainly because I’d seen my ex a few times since the breakup and he totally ignored me), but my ex actually called me over and we talked. He got to meet Will, and I met his wife.

It was sort of nice because things had ended badly. It was sort of like closure because we’re past all that now (I mean it was like 6 freaking years ago) and are both really happy in life.

So- I figured I ought to count that as a good sign.

We got to our seats and were ready for the big game.

Can we please glaze over this part?

Thanks.

I should have known it was going to be a bad game when the Gator girl in front of us flicked Will off.

Yeah- I probably should have taken that as a bad sign.

The game was slow the first half, and well- you know how the 2nd half ended.

We left the stadium bummed about the loss and decided a huge pile of fast food may dull the pain.

Well I thought that…

We drove around for literally an hour trying to find a place that was open.

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

Don’t drive-thrus in Florida stay open late!?!

Apparently not…

We finally found a Wendy’s that had a drive thru open late. At this point it was 1:15. “Yes!! It says the drive thru is open until 2!”

As we approached the drive thru we noticed that the drive thru was open until 2 on Fridays thru Saturdays.

It closed at 1:00 Mondays-Thursdays.

Talk about irony.

We couldn’t catch a break!

So- we just headed back to the hotel.

The next day was pretty much full of airport stuff- which is generally never fun.

We got in Friday night, and it was so nice to be home.

The doggies were very happy to see us, as you can imagine.

My house is a mess, but I’ve vowed not to clean it until tomorrow.

Sort of a mourning thing, perhaps?

All-in-all it was a really fun quick trip.

I know I painted a depressing picture with all the “bad signs,” but I was sort of kidding about all that.

Sort of.

We had a nice time. It was really fun to go with another couple too. It made the trip a lot more fun.

So, we didn’t win our eighth this week and that’s pretty unfortunate. I have no idea what this means for the next season, Bob, Sam, everything…

I just know I’m sort of glad the season is over and now my husband can focus on going thru footlockers with me (ha ha).

Hope you guys had a good weekend. boomer sooner <3

That’s right my lovelies, tomorrow we’ll be going for our 8th National Title.

I realize that my audience is probably not nearly as enamored by the whole idea of screaming until you’re hoarse for men in tight pants to collide into one another in hopes of “scoring,” but as this is such a big part of my married life- I have an obligatory role to post about this very subject.

It seems weird actually living in the states and being available to go to such a game. Before it was a whole big “thing” in which we’d plan a whole vacation around a holiday or a football game. This year we’re here and it’s just a hop, skip, and jump away.

Well- kind of…

It’s hard to believe that a whole year ago Will and I were in Arizona for the Fiesta Bowl.

Remember? Will got pink eye and we were forced to spend our first whole day in Phoenix at a very questionable AM-PM clinic.

Oh- and OU lost by the way.

I’m hoping Lady Luck will be with us this year. I mean- bad luck can only last so long, right?

Let’s hope so.

It’s one of those risks you take when you plan a trip like this- but you simply have to go because you never know when you’ll make it back. I mean, the last time we won a national championship I was a senior in high school (crazy!) It’s just one of those things where you take the risk and go do it and have no regrets.

Did I tell you guys that Ross and Rachel are going with us? I’m very excited. I mean- not only are we going to the Big Dance, but we’re doing with friends.

A getaway with friends!

I mean- we all know what implications that means when a couple goes away on a trip together, so I have to believe the same holds true for friends (um- minus the drooly makeout sessions of course). I think it means our friendship has gone from “hanging out once a month or so” to “I think these could be our new couple BFFs, Will.” Ha ha

Anyway- I know by now not to be all-

“BOOMER SOOMER! We’re going to KILL THE GATORS!”-

and all that crap- because I have all too often felt the sting of defeat in these big games.

Instead, I will simply wish the Sooners good luck in hopes that this year will be our year. A little Sooner Magic wouldn’t hurt either.

Heading to Miami…

Talk to you guys soon!

Do I really have to go to work tomorrow?

Sigh…

I guess before starting another week I ought to reflect on the one that has just passed.

The obligatory recap post, if you will.

However this update is a little unique.

But we’ll get to all of that.

This was our first official Christmas back in the states. Granted, we spent a couple home while we were in Kuwait, but this Christmas seemed different in the fact that, well, we were finally in the states again. Not only that, but I wasn’t able to celebrate with my family which was a bummer for me this year. One nice thing is that I bought my parents Vonage for Christmas. It’s a stateside number they can use in Kuwait! That means I can literally talk to them every single day and it’s “free!”

This Christmas was different, but all in all, it was a really nice day.

We spent the morning with all of Will’s family at his grandparent’s house. They have a brunch there everyone attends.

As you can imagine, I ate way way too much.

But you’re not surprised by that anymore.

Did you see the oreo truffles I made? They’re posted on my Flickr. Those didn’t help either…

Okay- back to Christmas. Sorry.

We had a good time with his family.

I have to share this picture with you guys. Look how young we look (and how skinny my husband is!)! This was the first Christmas we spent together. We had only been dating a few weeks and I ended up going to his whole family’s Christmas gathering (it was a few days early that year). I guess we knew we were meant to be. This picture really cracked me up. We look so young!

After our brunch we went over to Will’s parent’s house for a smaller gathering with just us and his brother. We had finger foods, relaxed, and opened a few gifts.

This, my friends, is the part of the story which I’m sure will make you all chuckle.

Or want to scratch your eyes out.

Wait- that’s probably just me.

Oh well.

Guess what Will got from his parents (AKA Mom) this year.

Guess!

I love the guessing game.

Got your guesses?

He got cash and then this:

You know, because EVERYONE BUYS THEIR CHILDLESS SON A BABY BOOK FOR CHRISTMAS!!

Oh.

Sorry for all the caps. I don’t know what came over me.

I’m lying.

Yes I do.

You know this has been a whole thing with me. This isn’t the first time something like this has happened, however, I sort of feel like this gift was a bit much.

Am I being crazy?

After watching Will open his gift, my mind was racing.

What would I have in my bag?

An ovulation kit?

KY Jelly?

A video camera?

Oh the horror!!

“Well I guess I know what ‘Pat’ wants for Christmas this year!” I wanted to say…

I know this sounds bad, but doing stuff like this (as well as the other things) pushes me in the other direction and makes me never want to have kids!

You guys know me well enough by now to know my stance on kids.

I’m just not ready for them.

We’ve talked about adopting a child down the road-

but that’s down the road.

DOWN.THE.FREAKING.ROAD.

More like- we’re on the highway in Oklahoma and this kid is hanging out on a dirt road somewhere in Africa- down the road.

That kind of down the road.

Not tomorrow and not next year.

Think yearS plural.

Do you think Will should gently talk to his mom,

or do you think I just need to let it go and let her be an aspiring grandmother?

I tend to be a little passive aggressive.

Who am I kidding- a little. HA.

I’m passive aggressive- and non-confrontational.

She has no idea how much this stuff really bothers me, and that’s because I don’t tell her. I’d rather just complain to you guys about it and not say a word to my mother-in-law.

I know she means well, I’m sure she does, but it really gets me fired up and angry when stuff like this is blatantly screaming, “HELLO! Make me a grandmother already!”

I mean, what the hell was I supposed to do when Will opened that?

I felt it was a little inappropriate,but there’s no way I would have said that around the tree with the whole family, you know?

“Be a duck Brittny,” Will says.

I know- I totally should. I should just let it all roll of my back and not care, but I do! I do care!

I really feel like she needs to butt out and not say a word. Like I said, when she does stuff like this I want to tell her that we’re never ever having children and are packing up and moving to Russia!!

Don’t ask me why the Russia part.

I don’t know.

I’m thinking all crazy.

Besides, everyone knows if you’re going to jump ship and bail on your child-hungry-mother-in-law you don’t go to Russia.

You go somewhere like China where the government totally supports your desire not to pro-create.

What do you guys think?

(about the baby book part- not the China thing)

Did she cross the line?

I know- you probably think it’s silly and really no big deal, but this is part of a series of events that have been ongoing and I guess I’m just getting really tired of all the hinting.

Hinting.

That’s hilarious.

I’m pretty sure giving your son a baby book is NOT classified as a hint.

Right?

Here’s what I think:

That’s my, “I’m not humored” look.

Or I need to pee.

I’m not sure which, really…

The whole event makes me miss my family and the fact that they’re understanding of our perspective. Don’t get me wrong- they’re baby crazy too, but they don’t ever pester or pressure or “hint.” Part of that is probably because they know my stance, which is why I wonder if Will needs to talk to his mom.

So that was my Christmas.

Interesting.

I hate to see what we get on our birthdays.

An offer to be the surrogate?

Shudder…

On a positive note, we have our imaginary kid’s first book.

Oh! And I bought new curtains.

Which was an issue in and of itself.

I’ll have to share the story with you some other time. They’re fashioned better than they were in the Flick pictures- because I know how you guys care. (ha ha)

Alright- enough yammering.

Hope you guys had a good weekend. I look forward to hearing about it.

Don’t get me wrong, I really like you- I do.

You make me feel like I’m getting my first kiss every single day-

the anticipation

the stress

the thundering heartbeat…

it’s fun, it really is.

We’ve had some good times, no doubt about that.

Walking around the light display in our hometown,

sipping hot chocolate,

unwrapping presents…

there’s no doubt about it- I want you around when I’m doing all these things.

However, I must say,

MUST YOU ALWAYS BRING THE FREAKING BITTER COLD WITH YOU EVERY TIME YOU’RE AROUND!?!?!

I feel like a part of me dies every morning I get into the car and have to wait 6 hours before it warms up, wondering if today will be the day my pinky fingers officially freeze off my hand.

Do you want to ruin what we have?

Do you?

Sigh…

I’m not sure I’ve gotten through to you, so just in case I’ll be sure to pack my gloves for the morning.

Missing the Kuwait winters,

Brittny

This weekend was one of the best ones I’ve had in a long time-

and it’s partly due to my work Christmas party!

Who would have thought, right?

I have so much to chat about today- are you ready to sit for a while?

Good.

So Friday was my big work Christmas party (see the below post).

Guys- I had a freaking blast. I came thinking it would be alright, but it turned out to be so much fun.

As expected I saw some funny dancing- to include our vice president! I loved it. People were totally getting down. It was too funny. I sat by my boss and another girl I work with and we had a good time.

By the way- who decides to play musical chairs three hours into an adult Christmas party where 95% of the attendees have been drinking?

Crazy people, that’s who!

I must say, though- it was pretty funny.

I somehow got roped into being one of the players. I only made it two rounds.

I blame my high heels. My feet were killing me by the end of the night.

I don’t think Will had as much fun as I did.

Wait.

I know Will didn’t have as much fun as me, but I guess that’s because I know these people and Will didn’t.

Anyway- it was a lot of fun, and yes, I will be laughing on the inside when I see some of my coworkers tomorrow morning.

Yesterday was just as much fun.

We went to dinner with Ross and Rachel followed by going to a Christmas play at their church, so that was nice.

After the play we came home and watched the Heisman Presentation (we DVRed it. I love that thing.)!

As you can imagine, we were stoked to see Bradford win.

Stoked.

I think “Stoked” needs to be added to my running list of stupid words I’m not allowed to say anymore…

Anyway- we were very excited to see Bradford win (How’s that? Better than stoked?).

As you can see from my Flickr pictures, we had a good night. I’m partial to the one of me and Rachel doing the Heisman pose. Don’t ask me how we ended up in my belly dancing skirts. I don’t remember. I do remember it was funny though.

Can I blame it on the fact that we were so happy about Bradford winning the Heisman that it impaired our judgement? I’m going to go with that.

This year has been so freaking fun to be a Sooner fan. Just thinking about it gets me fired up. The last home game- against Tech- was freaking amazing. I’m so excited for the National Championship.

Wait.

Did I tell you guys I’m going?

I know most of you don’t care about football- but as you know, Will is highly obsessed, and now that we’re back in the states it’s only worse.

Anyway, because of our season tickets we qualified for four season tickets through the school so we didn’t have to pay outrageous prices so that was very exciting!

So- Ross and Rachel are going with us to the big dance! I’m so freaking excited, and now having Bradford as the Heisman winner makes it that much sweeter.

We spent a week in Miami in February of 2007, and I figured that’d be the only time we’d be there. Now we’re heading back!

Sigh- I want to go on, but I realize you don’t care, so I’ll shut up.

I’m sure you’ll be hearing more in time…

After the game we celebrated which was oddly enough followed by a 1:00 am game of Scrabble.

Random.

Oh and just for my own odd benefit- let me tell you what a freaking cow I was last night!

We had leftover pizza from dinner so I ended up eating like 2 pieces of that at like 10:30, followed up with a Reeces Christmas Tree,

(sidebar- have you guys had those yet? They’re freaking AMAZING. They’re like the Easter egg ones. I love those things. They’re way better than the regular ones because the annoying ridged chocolate doesn’t get in the way.)

3 (or 4… I can’t really remember) regular Reeces- because apparently I WANT to be fat,

chips (Reduced Fat!… although… I think after about 2 cups it doesn’t really matter...)

a peanut butter sandwich,

and Cheetos.

MOO.

No amount of working out will undo that carnage.

BOO.

I’ll sure try at the gym tomorrow, though, guys- I promise.

Sorry- I just felt the need to unload my weekend fatness on you. I generally share this information with my sister, but she’s asleep right now, so you guys have to suffer now.

Sorry.

Anyway, we had a really good Saturday night too. In my life it’s not very common that I have two nights of big fun. A party, a play, Scrabble!? Too much fun to handle! (ha ha- I’m kidding about the Scrabble part)

Wow. I realize you guys probably could care less about:

“What I Did This Weekend!” - a short story by Brittny

However, I figured I ought to use my blog to chronicle certain things I want to remember so I can look back and, well, remember them! So- sorry for the lame post.

More (less boring crap) to come…

What did you do this weekend?