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Thursday Amaze(balls)ment

It’s been a crazy week, and I feel as though I’ve been going full speed ahead without a moment to catch my breath.

Which is funny, especially when you read tomorrow’s post.

(Spoiler alert: It is about me getting a speeding ticket!)

Um, I’ve been trying to slow down yet it seems like this week has been against me and is all about going full bore, full steam ahead!

Here are a few random bits of fun I want to share with you today!

Mainly because Thursdays are usually my “free posting” day, where I don’t really structure it and just do whatever I want.

And usually don’t write until the day of, either.



Hey, perhaps I do my best work under pressure?

Probably not.


1. The last few weeks Will and I have been trying to connect with a Life Group

A Life Group is basically like a Sunday school but much more relaxed. They meet at various times and usually at people’s houses.

We’ve been going to Life Church for a long time now but haven’t really taken that next step, though we’ve needed to.

We tried our first one last week, and can I tell you something funny?

It sort of felt like a blind date.

I put on better perfume than normal, and Will wore cologne.

I wore my favorite makeup colors, and we both freshened up before we left…

Wasn’t I just talking about inner beauty last week?

But seriously- it was like we were trying out a new couple friend to see if we would be compatible.

Perhaps you’ve done something similar?

Probably not.

Because that’s just crazy talk.

But it’s true. We totally put on the ritz.

Anyway, the group was so nice and welcoming.

We are trying another one tomorrow, and can I be honest? I’m not thrilled about going to a group that meets on Fridays. However, I’m going in with an open mind!

But seriously. The Fridays thing.

Does that mean they’re older and don’t care about a nice Friday night out anymore?

Closer to our age, which means perhaps we should not care about a nice Friday out anymore?

Or maybe they’re like way younger?

Kids are invited so maybe these are the young 20 something’s that have kids and find Friday nights work great so they can get out of the house for an hour without having to frantically search for a legitimate babysitter.

And not the 53 year old that smelled like kitty litter and wore that creepy cat sweater like the one they had last week.

Hmm, it’s a toss up. All I know is- I’m way too old to try to be young and cool again.

I’m an old soul.


I’m just old.

Case in point: It’s 90 degrees out and I’m huddled up in my office wearing a sweater.

And 2. I just can’t get on this whole “amazeballs” wagon.

Is this a real thing now? Like the new awesome? Why can’t I grasp this expression in all its “cool” glory?

I just can’t…

Gosh I’m old.

2. Enough about that. Let’s talk about this week’s big accomplishment instead.

Dealing with Ritz crackers.

I typically can’t keep them in my house.

Um, I’ve known this since the beginning of time.

But lately, I’ve been totally mature around them- for Will’s sake (he’s the one that eats them). He went through an entire box without me mauling a single roll.

And then I bought another box two weeks ago.

And this time?

Not as lucky.

I can’t be sure, but I’m pretty sure I’ve eaten an entire roll throughout the last 2 weeks- which, by the way, should be praised and applauded.

Take a look- two full rows remain, and most of the third.



Two weeks later!

Thank you very much!

Now that?

That is amazeballs, assuming I was into that word, or course.

Because everyone knows the second you open up a roll they’re inevitably going to be eaten in a single setting.

Oh- and speaking of- did you know Ritz sells mini boxes now!?


They’re the same amount of crackers as in a normal size box, but they break up the rolls into 8 instead of 4.

Much better if you’re going to indulge a bit.

3. Boot camps have sort of stalled out this week because of rain.

I typically take 2 days off a week, so I took Monday and Tuesday since it was a downpour, and worked out at the house Wednesday and Thursday.

My dad hit the gym, and Will?

Sweet Will slept.

God love him.

I have a new workout for you guys that I hope to post soon! It was rough and definitely worth sharing!

4.I don’t know about you, but I’m starting to get super pumped for fall.

Can you believe we’re already halfway through August!?

Just typing that sends glee throughout my entire being. I am so excited for football season and all my favorite things. I am so so excited about this fall and winter.

Plus Layla will be so much more fun this year. She was still fairly young and boring last Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. This year should be so much more fun.

Hmm… I wonder if I can talk P into dressing her up as Dorothy and making Boz Toto?

Again- perfect example of something that would be considered “amazeballs...”

But I just can’t get there.

5. Speaking of fall, can I also tell you how excited I am to have Fall Primetime TV back in my life?

I like to think Will and I aren’t huge TV watchers, but we definitely do have several shows we like to DVR. However during the summer we sort of sputter out and fall into a TV watching rut.

I cannot even tell you how many reruns of Everybody Loves Raymond we’ve watched on TV land.

Oh my, we’re old.

That? Is not amaze… Well- you know.

Let’s not tell our new couple friends Life Group we’re this boring, yes?

More to come!

The Hidden Person of the Heart

Oh my. This happened.

That picture?

It’s me.

And I can’t believe I led with it.

Because, let’s be honest. It’s horrid.

No, there were not two Christmas trees in the picture.

There’s only one

And no, the tree is not the one wearing the fluffy velvet 90s dress.

Oh- and by the way, there are waaay more pictures, just as bad as this one.

I had a good 2-3 years or so of total fugliness (haha, yes! I said it. Fugliness. That word is awful. Please don’t let me say it again), and more if you count my bad hair and fashion choices in part of junior high.


I posted this picture today because I’m sure many of us (please dear God empathize with me here!) have a few pictures, or even a period in our lives when we totally cringe looking back.

Can we all please take a moment to cringe?

Okay, I feel a little better.

Upon seeing this, I also had to remind myself that I’m not that girl anymore.

I know I’m predisposed to weight gain if I don’t work out and eat right- but it doesn’t define my outward appearance.

Your type does not define you!

Being a girl can be so darn hard sometimes! Am I right?

And what’s funny is that you think it gets easier as you get older, and the truth is?

Although in some ways it does, in others it doesn’t.

I still look at my flaws each morning. The deepening lines under my eyes, my pale skin, and cellulite, and there are days when I just don’t feel all that beautiful.

Are you feeling me?

I know I’m not the only one out there.

However, I will say there is a little silver lining (??) in what I see these days compared to those of my younger years.

I see so much more when I look at myself now. 

I have begun to understand all that crap our parents, youth pastors, and mentors told us all our lives- beauty happens on the inside.

Oh no! She’s drinking the Kool-Aid!

It sounds like such stupid, meaningless, fluff when you’re a teenager, right?

“Gee mom, thanks for telling me not to worry about the GIGANTIC zit on my chin today since I’m pretty on the inside!”


But the truth is, they all meant well- because they knew something many of us wouldn’t freaking figure out until well into our lives:

Inner beauty counts.

So yeah, outward beauty is great, but there really is some credence to that inner beauty crap they told us too.

Why did it take me so long to actually believe some of that stuff?! I could have saved myself a lot of trouble.

Thankfully (??), I’ve been the “nice girl” my entire life, so I avoided a lot of criticality and teasing (um… thank GOD! I totally just spent the last five minutes teasing myself! I was such fair game, I’m surprised people didn’t pounce back then).

However, I definitely knew I was not “pretty” (whatever that means) like some of the girls in my class. And let’s be real- I was totally chubby too! And I remember that hurting me back then, especially during a time when kids were so mean and I saw other peers suffer from such teasing!

So here’s some divulging deep into my heart.


I remember many, many years ago… I was in late grade school, and something got me especially bothered about my poofy hair, distinctive nose, and serious chubbiness. I don’t recall what happened, but I definitely remember being very upset.

I remember lying in bed that night, crying so very hard (you know the tears- the kind when snot bubbles are coming out of your nose and you’re having a hard time catching your breath).  Clear as day, I remember praying to God that he would make me beautiful. I totally remember that prayer. I remember just being in bed praying it over and over again.

Ugh, how heartbreaking, right?

And it’s not heartbreaking because it’s my story, but it’s simply heart breaking because it’s probably a lot of girl’s stories over the years.

I remember going to sleep, hopeful that perhaps I would wake up looking like this:

Um, yeah.. except I woke up looking like this.

Oh my. This happened.


I was probably wearing that stupid green velvet dress too!

What was my mom thinking!?

Do you ever wish your current self could talk to your old self!?

How great would that have been, right?

I would have been all, “Listen up- it’s going to be okay. Turns out you’re going to end up just fine!”

And then begin to go on a barrage of the fun stuff that will happen in her life and how, whether she wants to believe it or not, she eventually gives up chicken strips and pepperoni pizza. FOREVER.

Yes, young Brittny, it’s true.

Most of all, though, I really wish I could have told her that all that stuff on the outside? Yeah, it makes us feel good when we look good, and I totally want young Brittny to feel good and confident in her skin, but most importantly I would have told her to focus her energy on taking care of her inside too.

Because, at the end of the day, outward beauty eventually goes away, but a beautiful core? A tender and sincere heart? That stays with you forever.

I would have told her to focus those prayers for outward beauty on inward beauty instead.

“Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised.” (Proverbs 31:30)

And heck, I need to remind myself the exact same thing each day!

I so want a beautiful, pure heart that seeks God and exemplifies all He is in my life. I want my inner core to be the “super model” of my life.

I’ve obviously come to grips that I will never be the most beautiful woman outwardly.

I still have that distinctive nose, I will battle chubbiness due to genetics if I’m not eating right and exercising, wrinkles will still develop no matter how hard I fight it, and I’ve given up on the cellulite, but at the end of the day?

I just want to be beautiful in His sight. I know I have a long way to go, but that has been my heart’s new prayer.

Just like we can’t really hide the not so glamorous pics of our past, we can’t change where we’ve been. I don’t know about you, but I sure that were true! However, I know that I have a God that can make all things beautiful regardless, so long as we willingly place ourselves in His capable hands, and that is what I hold onto.

Prayers that you will find the beauty in yourself too.

Do not let your adornment be merely outward—arranging the hair, wearing gold, or putting on fine apparel—rather let it be the hidden person of the heart, with the incorruptible beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is very precious in the sight of God. (I Peter 3:3-4 NKJV)

Weekend Wrap-Up & Look Ahead

Hello everyone!

I hope you’ve had a nice weekend thus far. Hopefully you’ve found some relief from the summer heat, and managed to do something you enjoy.

Mine has been nice, and pretty uneventful.

Friday was great because I opted to go grocery shopping that evening instead of Saturday. It felt so nice to shift around my schedule and have more time on Saturday instead of having to squeeze in a trip to the store.

Between doing that after work, and the usual “I just got home from work” stuff, it was a little late so I ended up grabbing Subway for dinner, and Will and I ate subs while catching Fever Pitch on TV.

I like that movie, and I’m pretty sure we bought it on DVD and watched it multiple times while we were in Kuwait.

Then we were lucky enough to catch a few Frasier and King of Queens reruns. It was like someone took our whole Kuwait programming favorites and put them on TV last night.

They must know we don’t get out much. smile

Yesterday I crushed a leg workout (and am sore today!) and did some house cleaning, and then I got a package in from Target!

I had a gift card from my birthday I hadn’t used and caught a buy one get one 50% sale I couldn’t pass up!

I ended up getting this rug for our entry way, and I really like it.

New entry rug

I also got this super cute reversible sports bra,


This beautiful purple blazer,

Purple people eater

A pair of black workout pants,

And this super duper cute red skirt!


All for under $150, which is a great deal in my book. Especially considering I got a rug too.

The skirt didn’t fit, which was disappointing! I knew better to order a small, but sometimes their sizes seem hoaky. A medium is definitely in order… unless I want to look like a red hot link. Ha!

After looking over my new stuff, Will and I spent a good hour talking about our priority list of purchases as well as where we want to go on vacation next year.

Did I tell you about that?

So we agreed when we both turned 30, we would take a trip for our birthdays… only for Will it ended up being for his 31st, and the same holds true for me!

We went to Tallahassee, Florida in 2011 for the OU-FSU game.

I’m sure you’re shocked that of all the places Will could have chosen, he devoted his entire trip to the Sooners.

Surprise surprise.

But hey, it was his trip.

Anyway, we talked about what I might want to do.

Because I can’t make a decision to save my life about these sort of things

I’m open to suggestions. Anyone?


Anyway, after our chat I got around and we ended up spending most of the afternoon at my parents’ house.

I always love that!

My mom is visiting my grandma because she is not feeling her best right now, so my dad and P have been left to their own devices the last few days. We cooked out steaks, chicken, and veggie burgers and had a nice time. My sister also sliced up some summer squash and Will put them on the grill and they were delicious!

I meant to take a picture, but um… yeah…

We also had fun playing dress up with Layla.

Check out our cute bows!

Fancy bows and necklaces

You can’t see, but we are sporting fancy jewelry too.

Oh wait… you can probably see it better here:

Honey boo boo

So yeah… I’m 30.


As you can see, P is a big fan of Honey-Boo Boo, so she made me watch the premier (Um… I literally keep my mouth open in shock the entire time).

Fun afternoon.

We went to church- but we will get to that later.

We went home that evening and I did some laundry and cooking to prep for Sunday.

And more TV. Are you seeing a theme?

Never mind.

Today I got up ridiculously early and it was all about chest, triceps, and shoulders! I tossed in some jumping jacks, pop squats, and burpees between sets to add some cardio to the mix.

While every body is different, I am finding mine responds best to these types of workouts.

I went home, got ready super fast, and Will and I headed to an early breakfast at Jimmy’s Egg.

I’m always conflicted between the sweet potato pancakes and oatmeal. I opted for the oatmeal.

Okay, I’m lying.

I got the “heart healthy” sweet potato pancakes. It’s true. Hey- it says it on the menu. That means they’re totally legitimate.

And I’m sure vegan friendly.


Moving on.

Afterward, we went and saw Grown-Ups 2!

We (obviously) loved Kevin James in King of Queens, and saw the first Grown-ups movie, so we wanted to see the sequel too.

Oh, and I found out he will be in OKC this September! The downer is that it’s during an OU home game.


After the movie, we went and exchanged my skirt and now are home enjoying the rest of the day.

Hopefully you are doing the same!

Let’s take a look at what we’ll be talking about this week:

-The Nice Girl Campaign Continues!

-The Queen of Greens

-How to get sexy calves- and I’m not talking cows

-Things I’m loving

-Will turns 33

And more!

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Memorial Day Memories


Last Friday me and my whole family loaded up our cars and headed down to Beavers Bend for the holiday weekend.

And it was wonderful!

We were free from distractions, internet, and barely watched TV.

Well… except for Will who had to stay up on the OU baseball team.

My parents rented a beautiful remote cabin in the absolute middle of nowhere, and it was so wonderful to get away.

It was nothing but three days of eating absolute junk

This happened

Enjoying the scenery

Loving on layla


And my doggies
The many faces of boz

Shooting paintballs


Meeting friends

Playing in the water


And total relaxation.

Definitely a wonderful weekend full of wonderful memories.

Just wanted to take a moment to capture it on my blog so I can look back fondly one day when I’m old.

Like 31.


Anyhow, thanks for indulging me.

Here’s the rest of this week’s line-up:
-The Kryptonite Continues
-Brittny Bootcamp
-Non-parent Parents

And more.

Check in tomorrow!

Why I Would Never Survive Black Friday.

Done with school!

Well- for a few weeks anyway.

My final was on the brutal side. What the hell is ANOVA and why don’t I remember reading about it during the last 8 weeks!?


It feels good to have my first semester under my belt. Now I can focus on Christmas week.

Any cleaning my house.

It’s the messiest place on earth. I need someone to put me on that Clean House Showa pit.

Anyway- now that I’m done and have a few weeks off I can focus on cleaning and the important stuff like reading all the Women’s Health magazines I’ve been putting off for the last four months.

It’s the big things that count, really.

Okay- enough complaining about my messy house. Trust me, I’ve been doing enough. In fact, Will looked at me yesterday and was like- “You’re done with school. Sit down. Breathe. Take a couple of days off before you jump into boiling the house. And seriously, seriously please stop complaining about how messy it is.”

I get it. I’m annoying. I told him I’d keep it to a minimum.

So let’s move on and let me share with you how CRAZY Oklahomans are during the holiday season.

I don’t know if any of you have been to Oklahoma, or know any Oklahomans, or have some sort of stereotype in your mind about what people from Oklahoma are like (um- and if you’re using me as a comparison method and the word “goofy” or “awkward” keep coming to mind?… well please disregard)

Anyway, I like to think that as a whole, Oklahomans are nice people.

Sorry- let’s say that correctly. Everyone, get a slight southern drawl ready, and here we go-

Oklahomans are Naaaiiiccce.

There. Much better.

Well, it’s not true.

At least during the holidays, that is.

Will and I had to go to the mall Saturday.

A quick trip to the mall.

Because we needed two gift cards- and nothing else.

However, we should have known that at this time of the year there is no “quick trip to the mall.”

You may have intentions for a quick trip, but there is nothing quick about the experience at all.

Virtually every other Oklahoman had the same plan.

A quick trip to the mall.

Oh- and before we go any further.

Who doesn’t have their Christmas shopping done by now!? GEEZ. Seriously.

Okay, granted Will and I had to grab one thing, which is probably what everyone else out and about today was doing, but still- Saturday’s experience alone is enough to remind me that any amount of shopping the week before Christmas is a bad idea.


And I hardly ever do it. Except, the girl who was going to get our boss’ gift had to leave town unexpectedly which meant I had to go to the mall to secure the gift.

And yes, I say “secure the gift” in a Jack Bauer sort of fashion, because it truly was some sort of operative mission involving stealth and skill and the ability to have no Christmas heart- even if it means taking out an old lady clad in a cute fuzzy Christmas tree sweater, equipped with holiday lights and bells.

You just have to do it. It’s Christmas. The season of joy and giving stealing parking spots and fighting over the last hideous pair of fuzzy Christmas socks for Aunt Margaret.

Speaking of stealing parking spots- I totally fell victim to a terrible little Christmas hater Saturday. The mall was fuller than a kid who downed a whole plate of oreo truffles and butter cake. We were driving around, circling, circling… much like sharks around a wounded seal.

As soon as a spot opened up- BAMO- it was taken.

Well I dropped Will off to start shopping while I tried to find a place to park and came upon the It’s almost as if it was golden and beaming and surrounded by a beautiful virginal choir clad in white robes singing and rejoicing, welcoming me into their space.

Except- as I began to make my turn into the spot a mini van-

That’s right- a VAN

A small little van full of a little soccer mom and her snotty kids and their Capri Suns and raisins and Christmas sweaters-

flew out of nowhere and descended right into my spot!

I was flabbergasted.

I was angry.

I laid on the horn.

I felt slightly better.

Do you not believe in Christmas joy you soccer mom Scrooge!?!

Granted, I’m sure she needed the spot more than I did- but I didn’t care.

It was the Saturday before Christmas. At the mall. It was war.

Except I couldn’t really wage war since I needed to continue on my hunt for a viable parking spot. Even if it meant parking on grass. Across the street. In a sketchy apartment complex.

Whatever it takes, darn it.

I needed to make that purchase and nothing was going to get in my way. Not even a Honda van.

I finally found a parking spot and fought my way through the army of Christmas resistance Christmas cheer.

First stop? JC Penneys for Will’s grandma.

I walked in and was greeted by a smiley young and pretty employee handing out candy canes and wishing everyone a Merry Christmas.

Which made me breathe a little easier and loosened up my tense shoulders.


It’s as if they knew that for 30 seconds I was going to forget about the hell that was the mall parking lot so that I would enter their store and stay.

Only to be confronted with the SAME parking lot hell machines only this time instead of being in the form of cars it was in the form of patrons!

That’s right!


They’re so mean and competitive! Yes- it’s like a whole “sport.” Them against me. “Five yard penalty for cutting the person in line.”

“Unsportsman-like conduct on the receiving team!”

It was like a losing battle the whole time. Does anyone win the weekend before Christmas? Are the sales worth it? Can your blood pressure handle it?

Because I’m pretty sure mine couldn’t.

I crumbled like a week old cookie= “Go ahead, push me around. Go ahead take my spot! Hey- have my first born while you’re at it!”

That’s my passive aggressiveness showing itself.

What makes me laugh is that these same “patrons” that stole my spot and pushed and nudged me around all huffy and rudely are the same friendly faces you and I know and love and buy presents for!

It’s crazy!

What gets into us!?

It’s like all our tact goes right out the window.

It’s brutal.

It’s painful.

It’s not festive at all.

And thinking about the whole experience annoys me all over again. Rude Honda van spot stealer!!


I get it.

Much like the messy house complaining, I need to lay off the crazy Christmas shopper complaining too.

Merry merry Christmas- and I mean that in the most non-Oklahoma mall shopper way possible.

Hey what about you guys? I gotta believe it’s not just Oklahomans that morph into courtesy killers. What kind of Christmas shopping annoyances have you experienced this season?

More to come! Hey- I’m out of school for a while. Do I see more consistent posting in my future?!

dinner with the fam

Just jumping on real quick because (as if you didn’t already know) I have obsession issues with this place.

I’m posting from my parent’s house. How fun is that!?

My poor sister was having boy problems so I thought (after yesterday’s post!) I would be a good friend to her and come right over. It took me an hour to get there but I made it. We talked boys and I told her how dumb they were and we laughed and had a good time.

Then I called Willy and told him to come over after work. He got here about half an hour ago. We watched a Seinfeld. My sister is doing her own thing (something she has done a lot lately since becoming a true 16-year-old!) and my parents are being totally goofy. I can’t way what they are doing but they are cracking me up.

Get this!

We are such a lazy nation in Kuwait.

We actually ordered food online we went to and typed in where we live and it automatically comes up with all the places that deliver to your area. How fun is that! We ordered pizza… yes… I’m eating pizza tonight. SOOOO unsouth beach. At least I’m being honest. I COULD say I ordered a side salad…

It’s too crazy. You order online and then 30 seconds later they call you on your phone to confirm. It is totally scary! It trips me out.

Hmmm, and yet I am left to wonder why Kuwait has a seriously high rate of diabetes…

Could it be that all restaurants- even freaking fast food can be personally delivered to your house at any time of the day??


I’m looking forward to hanging out tonight. I just dont know how much time I’ll be around my fam and I want to soak up as much time as I can.

I think we’re about to watch dr. Phil too. A girl we know was on the show!!! how crazy is that!? It was a few on in the states a few weeks ago. Both Lyna and my grandma taped the show for us. My grandma’s came in last week so I’m anxious to watch it! I was so shocked to see she was going to be on the show!

Okay, the food is here. I love you guys. I just wanted to say hi and let you know that as you’re eating breakfast I’m eating dinner!

Have a super day and I’ll talk to you guys soon!


the will diet

must start out this mundane “Monday” post saying thanks to my sweet nesties who gave me song ideas. I have had so much fun downloading songs this weekend. It’s quite addicting! For the trillionth time, I love the little community we have here.

I’m currently sitting at my desk annoying the entire Kuwaiti population as I crunch ever so loudly on celery.

I hate that.

I feel so embarrassed.

Could I have brought anything louder with me!? All I need is a mariachi band and I’d have a loud snack time party! That’s about the only thing that could be louder this very second.

What is killing me the most is that I talked to Will and he had yummy Popeye’s for lunch. I might honestly run over a feeble grandma in a mad dash for one of their biscuits. Will has been off the wagon all weekend, and, apparently- after telling me he was going to hit the diet hardcore this week- he had Popeye’s for lunch.

Hmmm. There ya go. Not exactly what comes to mind when I think South Beach Friendly.

Do you want to know the thing that makes this all worse and has forced me to throw up on myself in disgust (not really)? He is still losing weight! Ugh. Why is that!? That is true for all men. They could diet the same amount of time, take an entire weekend off and eat Popeye’s and pizza and Baskin Robbins times three, and still weigh in lighter than the previous week. I want a week off too, darn it! I’ve said this a million times and I “know” this to be true: yesterday I gained a pound simply by looking and lusting after the Papa John’s pizza he ordered to reward himself for his loss.

Yes, let out a big laugh, my wonderful husband pumped himself full of fat and carbs for losing weight. You gotta love that contradiction.

I was a good girl and made some whole wheat pasta and pesto while he indulged himself, probably losing weight with each and every piercing bite. Ugh. Can you tell I’m a little bitter!? I bust my butt and am remaining rather stationary, and my sweet Will burps and loses 3 pounds. smile

He had 4 pieces left over from the carnage, which (and I promise!) are still in the fridge this very moment. I looked at them for a split second this morning as I was getting ready to have breakfast, but exercised my willpower and had my Kashi- which is just as good in my book.

Okay, so I know there’s scientific evidence of all this men vs. women dieting stuff, but I would much rather complain and vent. In all honestly, I am SO proud of my Willy. He HAS (I say “has” because time will tell if this off the wagon stretch is going to mess him up or not. I see him either staying off the wagon or getting back on but having to work extra hard since he has totally undone any craving killing) been doing so well, so I hope he keeps showing me up with his success! I’ll continue to complain how it’s unfair that I’m losing .00000021 pounds a week while he is dropping 3, but I am really rooting him on and proud.

I weighed in this week the same as I did last week. It’s sort of frustrating, but I know that exercise will help me out TONS. I just need to get our elliptical! Hopefully I will see more results with that.

As you can see, I don’t have much to day today. I think it’s because it’s winter and cold and everything seems to move slowly- including my life. I have nothing exciting to report, which isn’t bad… it just doesn’t make for interesting posts. Oh well.

Thanks for listening to my semi-jealous post about how Will is totally cheating the system and still losing weight as I struggle each day to not gain weight from a stinkin’ piece of chicken! Gah!

Back to my celery…

posted in Grandma Brittny,The Old Blog bullet permalink bullet 1.28.2006

it’s all in the cards

...And so I begin contemplating the obligatory Christmas cards that get sent to every family member that has a pulse, even those I didn’t even know existed -like Will’s Third cousin in Texas that just had a baby.

Oh the fun of being a married adult.

Now not only do I have ONE family to keep on top of, but two!! If your husband is anything like mine that means I get NO help at all! I love him, but he is terrible with this stuff.

“Sweetie, I forgot to write down your parent’s anniversary, when is it?” Why do I bother with this question? It’s like shaking a magic 8 ball only to repeatedly get “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

I don’t understand that about Will. He lived under the same roof as these people for almost twenty-four years, you’d think he would have recalled his parents celebrating their anniversary, especially their 25, but no, I get nothing. Ask him who the Sooners starting quarterback in 1955 was and he’ll have an answer in .043 seconds, but ask for a simple birthday and I can do 23 loads of laundry and learn how to make a soufflé before he gets back to me.

I’m on my own when it comes the L side of the family. That’s a lot of pressure!  If we forget an “important date (which, this meaning is TOTALLY realitive)” it is not OUR fault, it’s MY fault. For some reason, in most relationships, the wife has this major burden of knowing EVERYTHING. She is the Keeper of All Important Information. I feel like (as the Keeper of All Important Information) if I forget to send a Christmas card to one of Will’s (or heck, even mine) family members, it is on me.

I had no idea I was supposed to memorize the L family tree before we got married for crying out loud! Who keeps track of this stuff!?

I know Will’s mom loves me, but I swear she thinks I’m the worst “keeper- tracker” ever because I don’t send Thanksgiving and Easter cards and cards for every other holiday. Am I terrible for that? Pft. I’m thinking no. I have to admit, I did feel a little bad when we got a sweet Thanksgiving card from them, but c’mon, is Thanksgiving really cardworthy??

Okay, so maybe I’m justifying, but it can be a pain in the butt to keep track of immediate family’s birthdays and anniversaries alone- I can’t be expected to send Will’s second baby cousins birthday cards when we hardly ever see them or hear from them either. Sigh.

I got an email from his mom (who is totally great, but the way) the other day saying she bought a gift for a family member’s upcoming wedding and signed our names on it. I was like, “What in the world is going on here!?” The cut off is first cousins- and even THAT has loopholes. Besides, we didn’t get an announcement- THAT counts for something, right? Okay, again, justifying.

This required card/gift family stuff can get really hairy. I mean, we hardly ever see Will’s dad’s side of the family, so I think it Is totally fine that our visit home will be suffice. I mean, we’re driving to Tulsa to see them. Plus, they don’t do the whole Christmas card thing anyway. We’ll get his grandpa and Bea a gift, but that’s it. 

You think I’m terrible, don’t you?

I went to the PX to buy Christmas cards yesterday and passed out in the aisle. They had to wake me by waving snickers bars under my nose. $22 for a 12 pack of flipping Christmas cards!  Oh Wal-Mart, how I miss thee. The sad thing is that people will buy them, lots of them! The PX is one of the few places you can buy cards over here (Muslims don’t celebrate Christmas so the market for Christmas stuff is nil), so I’m sure they’re making a mint with the jacked up prices. They had these ugly Kuwait Christmas Craft cards for $10, but I just couldn’t do it. I know I live in Kuwait, but I just couldn’t send Grandma an ugly camel with a Santa Cap.

I was talking to Will about the whole “having to send Christmas cards to everyone” thing, and he said that since we are over here and are dropping a crap-load of money to fly home, “us” should just be good enough for his family. I mean, by them time they would get their cards it would be January anyway, and why would I want to write Christmas cards when I get back to Oklahoma when I’m visiting with these people every day? Good point, Will, even if it is justification.

My family, on the other hand, is a different story. I will not be seeing them this year so I am required, by the unwritten law of marriage etiquette, to send them Christmas cards.

Okay, I probably sound like I’m complaining about having to send Christmas cards. I guess I shouldn’t be so negative. I LOVE cards, I could stand in the card aisle for an hour. I love getting Christmas cards, and I like making others happy, so I enjoy the fact that by sending a small Christmas card I can brighten a day, but I guess I’m just feeling like Will’s mom will think I’m totally lazy for not sending the L family cards. I feel like this year is sort of a different circumstance. I assume they are not going to send cards to Kuwait, so why should I be required to send cards either? Okay… Justifying AGAIN!

So, as of now, 10 days from flying out, sending the L family cards is a big fat X. Mine, however, are a must. I know they’re sad about not seeing us, so sending a card is the least we can do. So, I’m either going to do up a picture slide show thing explaining everything we’ve done this year and email it to all my family, or I’m going to do send cards the old-fashioned way. Either way, I’m getting those freaking things done and out of the way, darn it.

Yes, I still have lots of things to learn about being a great wife, especially when it comes to the required Christmas card send out. You’d think after last year’s Christmas I’d be a pro, but… no.

The only thing I have on my mind right now is getting home, hopefully Will’s family feels the same way about us coming. If not, thank goodness for Wal-Mart! smile

posted in Grandma Brittny,The Old Blog bullet permalink bullet 11.28.2005

Who IS This Girl!? (Happy Thanksgiving!)

I was a bad girl and called in sick today. How terrible am I?!

Actually, I was feeling a little under the weather yesterday (probably from sick girl), so I got up around 5:30 and saw Will off. I figured I’d go ahead and get things done since I was home, so after he left I started the fun!

I vacumed the whole house because I’m anyl and felt I had to do it before I started cooking. I was debating cleaning the whole place but figured I’d do it after tomorrow because there will already be a mess in the kitchen waiting for me.

I have been so proud of myself.

Despite being a little under the weather, I have seen a side of me that I really like and wish stuck around the whole year! I’m quite the little cook! I guess I’ve never really been a bad cook, I just rarely do it. When I do cook, I always love it. I remember asking for cookbooks for Christmas one year in high school so I would be a good wife one day. smile However, I hardly ever cracked them. wink I am also been a famous chef, appearing in my very own cooking show (I can’t believe I’m about to tell you all this! Sorry P. I love you!!)! My sister and I had a short-run series, Cooking With Lovehandles, that never (and WON’T EVER) made it to cable, but nonetheless was hilarious and very entertaining and enjoyed by all 3 people that have ever (and WILL ever) viewed it. It consisted of us setting up the camera by ourselves and dressing in nothing but backless aprons making a chocolate cake, adding silly innuendos and commentary. Pretty funny.  Yes, not only am I totally dorky, but extremely goofy.

I also got a lot of practice this summer as an unemployed stay at home blogger. That was the first time I have ever daily made “real” meals that didn’t entail boxes and cans. It was good practice, but short lived. Anyway, I say all that because I enjoy cooking but never make time for it, but I have really been proud of myself today! I have released my inner Martha!

I am conviced that if I have one, everyone has one somewhere deep down inside of them. Now, lets get to the good stuff! smile

After vacuuming, I started on my mashed potoatoes.

(side note: by the way, I have no idea how to spell potatoes is it with an e or without an e. I have no idea. I think Dan Quayle didn’t know either… or was that tomatos?? I don’t know. Anyway, I graduated cum laude so don’t let my “idiotness” fool you. I’m sorry if I drive you spelling champions nutso in this post, please just love me anyway. I could look it up… but I think I’ll post first)

I have never in my life made “real” mashed potatoes. If they didn’t come in box, I wouldn’t touch the stuff. I know some you may be thinking I am a brave idiot for never making mashed potatoes and then making them for the first time on Thanksgiving, but that is the case with just about everything I’m making!! AAAHHHH! smile

I started peeling my potatoes and was having a blast! I know, I’m such a dork. I kept thinking to myself, “Wow! I’m peeling potatoes!!this is so much fun! I love peeling potatoes! Me… Brittny Lynne.. who has never made these things in her life is doing a kick butt job peling potatoes!”

I had to call Will.

“Guess what?”


” I am a great potato peeler! I’m thinking about making it a career (I really did think that to myself).”

“You’re peeling potatoes? I thought we were having the box kind. Im getting really excited now (Will loves “real” potatoes)!”

He was very proud of my potato peeling.

I felt like a dork about calling him just to tell him how great potato peeling is, but I was pretty excited about it.  After the peeling, of course, comes the boling. While that was going on, I started my freaking homemade cornbread. I was a little nervous about this becaue I’m not much of a baker. I so would have prefered buying some Jiffy, but since they didn’t have any I opted to try my hand at “real” cornbread.

It wasn’t hard at all. My oven, however, is a scary thing. The recipe said to bake it for 22 minutes. It ended up taking 42 minutes! AhhHH! The whole time I kept thinking about my turkey tomorrow and how freaked out I am about cooking one anyway, and the fact that I can’t rely on a consistent oven makes things about 50 times worse. Ugh.

My cornbread turned out really pretty- and it tastes like real cornbread! Again, I had to tell Will. This time I text messaged him because I can see myself doing this with EVERYTHING I make today. I simply said, “I can make a mean cornbread!” what a goof.

My potato recipe is a make ahead recipe, so I went ahead and drained and started mashing, and mashing, and mashing. So not fun! I was thinking I should tell Will we were having “Smashed Potatoes-
ones that are somewhat mashy but still have chunks of smashed potatoes there. I don’t think he’d go for it. I continued to smash, complaining that we didn’t have a mixer. About 10 minutes into this gruelling process I realized that I DID have a mixer. Thank goodness. I whipped that baby out and mixed away. They actually look like real potatoes! Ones that you would see on your grandma’s table! Wow. and I did it.

Who AM I!?

I’ve also browned my turkey sausage so it will be ready for the stuffing tomorrow, and I also made our corn so all I’ll have to do is reheat. Will for some reason insisted that we have corn ON THE COB. I don’t know why just regular canned corn wouldn’t work, but that is what we are doing. Maybe its a mind thing of it tasting better or something. Who knows.

I feel like I have gotten so much out of the way. Tomorrow I will still have things to do, but it has been so nice to work at my own pace so all I’ll have to worry about is this 50 million pound “thing” that will require a lot of my attention tomorrow! smile

So here’s the menu. It’s nothing spectacular, especially since I’m doing this alone and for the very first time ever ever ever! We’re having:
*crispy citrus turkey
*apple and sausage cornbread stuffing (I guess if you want to get technical it’s “dressing” because there was no way I was going to stuff the my bird the first time have have TWO things ruined if I mess up the turkey!)
*mashed potatoes with brown gravy (just regular, brown packet grave, no fancy homemade stuff)
*candied sweet potatoes (soley for me, and if Will even wanted some I wouldn’t share anyway- I treat those like he does his stupid Johnny Rockets shake)
*corn (on the cob!)
*whole berry cranberry sauce (again, only for me becuase Will hates it. Oh, and it’s fron the can baby)
*rolls (Will is going to pick some up from one of the restaurants here tomorrow), *and- of course- lemon meringue pie. wink Nothing overly fancy or special, but I’m still excited and proud because I did it on my own.

I feel like I entered this rite of passage these past couple of weeks or something. I mean, I know I’m growing up and getting older and everything, but I have felt like such a grown up the past few weeks. So maybe it’s not “A Martha Stewart Thanksgiving” but I think she would be proud nonetheless. smile

I am so excited about tomorrow.

I think I’m done with my cooking for today. Now comes the not so fun part: dishes. :(

I love you girls. Have a Wonderful Thanksgiving! I can’t wait to hear about all you did!! smile How funny, as you’re sleeping tonight (Wednesday night) Will and I will be getting ready to eat! Sweet Dreams! smile

Lots of Holiday Love,
Brittny <3

Angstgiving Part One

I jump the gun on everything.

If something big is a couple months away, I like to try and have things squared away well before they come. I was near spastic stage when Will told me in August we needed to wait to book a hotel for our Packers game (I do have to say I was right in this case- everything was booked!).

I was the kid that came home from school and went straight to homework so I could get it out of the way.

I feel like a child that lost their mom in the grocery store without my planner (AKA the second Bible).

I am a planner, so don’t let this post throw you off.

Here we go again. Yet another holiday season to tackle. Yes, most of you are like, “Holiday season? Halloween isn’t even here!” Yeah I know, I love the holidays though, so from Halloween on that begins my holiday planning cheer and everything in between.

Last year was our holiday trial run. Will and I were just married and had the experience of our first married Thanksgiving and Christmas.

Sharing time,

making food to bring to the entire family for the next day only to mess it up terribly and then having to go to Walmart the night before to buy something pretty and plate it like, “Yes, MIL, I really DID make this. Are you accusing me of buying these HOMEMADE treats!?”,

getting up before God to drive to Will’s grandparents,

blending traditions,

killing traditions,

and starting traditions.

By most people’s second year they are beginning to get a system down.

“We went to your parent’s last year, so that means we’re at mine this year.”

“No, Sweetie, We can’t afford to give your second cousin’s girlfriend a gift.”

“Does your family really like playing Dirty Santa or is it a way to avoid a yearly garage sale and cycle their crap to other family members?”

Whatever the system may be, the kinks are usually beginning to work out. Last Christmas I was thinking how nice it would be to have a calm 2005 season, with things figured out and a little more stable. Ha. Little did I know that our world would totally change and we would be oceans away from the previous year’s plan.

This year will be like a trial run again, but a little more unique. (and I thought I was done with all that stuff!)Christmas… ......well, as “pee in my pants, If I were a dog my tail would wag all day long” excited I am about going home and being able to really celebrate Christmas (as Muslims, Kuwaitis don’t celebrate the holiday), things just won’t be “normal” because our time is so limited and will be spent going back and forth visiting family.

It will be fun, but at the thought I feel exhausted. So, I don’t even know WHAT that will be considered. How about, “MTV Boiling Points Christmas Addition: How Many 5th Cousins Will Brittny and Will Have to Meet and How Many Potlucks Will They Have to Attend Before Going Insanely Crazy? If they are able to last 2 weeks, they will be handsomely rewarded with a crisp $100 bill.”

Okay, I’m kidding. I have been looking forward to this trip forever, but I don’t know how relaxing it will be. What I do know is that that I’m sure there will be many “parts” to this post as the holiday season approaches.

Thanksgiving will be yet another trial run because we will be spending it in Kuwait. Girls, I’m freaking out about this holiday. I know there are lots of families here that cook huge meals and invite families over. In fact, I think my parents might be hooking on with another family. That’s fine and all, but that’s not really how we want to spend Thanksgiving.

I thought it would be really special to do something totally different than what we normally would have. So, I decided to tackle my biggest project yet.

I thought planning a wedding was stressful? Ha. Welcome to my thanksgiving freakshow.

This will be so humerous you may want to pull up a chair, get some snacks and watch. Think Martha Stewart meets Amityville Horror.  This is the most accurate picture I can come up with. Look! Even Michelle freaking thinks I’m in over my head.

I told Will I would cook us a “lovely thanksgiving dinner(<- my exact words)”, and I know that made him happy. As the words so genuinely full of excitement and cooking goddess ideas left my mouth I began to think, “Oh brittny. What in the crap have you gotten yourself into!?”

The concept itself thrills me. I feel like such a grown up- cooking a huge holiday meal for just the two of us in a foreign country, but then reality sets in and I think, “I don’t even know how to use my gas stove, and I’m really going to plan an elaborate meal that is cenered around it.... Huh.... That makes perfect sense.

I’m not a terrible cook, I just don’t cook “real food (ie: things that don’t come from a box, freezer, or can)” much. I can read and follow easy/medium recipes, but theres this unspoken added pressure of a major holiday being on the day you are cooking this meal. Then, there’s that added pressure I put on myself as I think, “ Will’s grandma did it this way, or I don’t think this is going to taste as good as my mom’s.”

I really don’t want to let all that stuff get in the way (ha- with my worried mind, that will be more of a challenge than figuring out what leaves the bird’s butt cavity and what stays). I get so giddy when I think about making a major holiday meal for the two of us. I don’t know why it excites me so much, but it does. I think the Brittny’s Thanksgiving Cooking Extravaganza excitement is the emotional side of me. Ther terrifed, “How in the world and I going to pull it off” side is the realistic side. So torn!

I know I have a while to figure everything out and maybe even practice a thing or two, but I still think I will be a little bit of a mess as the days to Thanksgiving near. Will and I have talked in passing about most of the details, but if I am really going to give this a go, I’m going to have to sit him down and come up with a plan!

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