So I haven't written in a while...

.... and I am not even going to try to catch you up on the first day back. Suffice to say, everything goes. Not quite everything goes well, since there are a bunch of things that aren't quite right (like the fact that I am sitting at home in my PJ's trying to do 5 weeks worth of HW for my thesis class in one day... ain't gonna happen), but all in all I am happy. So, yes, everything goes.

I'm gonna try to do this is some semblance of order (the catching up) so bear with me.

God Stuff: Trying. Hard? Not really. Working on that. Going mediocre. Struggling inch by inch. But at least I'm moving forward :) (Situation is not as depressing as it sounds; I just wrote it in a very matter-of-fact manner. Please do not think I'm dying in life. I am not.)

School: Trying to get an A- in 3 classes this quarter. Can I do it? I hope so. I am trying. We shall see. LOL. My thesis grade, will be shitty, but at least I'll pass right. I just didn't want to overload winter quarter. I just couldn't. So now I don't have to. Hopefully it won't be at the expense of my less than stellar GPA.

Introducing Ms. Bobbi Amelie Buttons! Yes, I have a kitten. She is approx 6 weeks old. and is such a darling. In fact she is sleeping on my foot right now. She's taken a liking to my house shoes and tries to eat/sleep with them as often as she can. Besides Aiden, she is the cutest thing in my life right now. I can't wait til she gets a little bigger (and I can get her declawed, she's scratches me on a daily basis) so that we can have some fun. But then again, right now she fits in one hand pretty much.

Men: Not much has changed on that front for quite a while. Still not searching. Still happy about that. (Though if one comes my way, I will not turn him away :) Funny thing though, I've just discovered that the one exception to this feeling, reminds me of my brother. Eww. And, despite the fact that he is not at all my type, I still find him attractive. Double eww. Still, nothing's ever gonna happen on that front, so I'm not worried. He's doesn't seem interested and I feel no obligation to figure out if he is or isn't. Doesn't seem important to me at the moment. Dating someone is not on my list of high priorities.


I guess that's enough for today. I'll try (cut me some slack on the trying too, as humans we all fail-- often) to update again soon.

Loving life as a R.A.P,

Britt

Funny Joke

In a city park stood two statues, one female, the other male. These two statues faced each other for many years.

Early one morning, an angel appeared before the statues and said, "Since the two of you have been exemplary statues and have brought enjoyment to many people, I am giving you your greatest wish. I hereby give you the gift of life. You have 30 minutes to do whatever you desire."

And with that command, the statues came to life, smiled at each other, ran toward some nearby woods and dove behind a couple of bushes.

The angel smiled to himself as he listened to the two statues giggling, bushes rustling and twigs snapping. After 15 minutes, the two statues emerged from the bushes, satisfied and smiling. Puzzled, the angel looked at his watch and asked the statues, "You still have 15 minutes. Would you like to continue?"

The male statue looked at the female and asked, "Do you want to do it again?"

Smiling, the female statue said, "Sure. But this time you hold the pigeon down and I'll crap on its head."

I don't know why, but this was just hilarious to me.

Random Things

So maybe inundation is not the right word, lol.
Here's a couple of things that I wanted to share with you though.

First off, a really funny website I found called Overheard Everywhere. It's random parts of conversations overheard by people. Some of them are sketchy, some are just really random and hilarious. For example, here's one from a couple of days ago.

Wise eight-year-old boy to brother: Getting a girlfriend is the easy part. But you have to know how to keep them.
Attentive six-year-old: How do you get them to stay?
Wise eight-year-old: You have to find out what kind of food they like to eat. And you give them a plastic unicorn.

Nature Park
Tampa, Florida

I don't know why I was so amused by that. Here's one more.


When Aunt Jemima Eats Burritos, Everyone Knows It.

Churchgoer to another: Did you fart? Something smells like buttermilk.

Methodist Church
Knoxville,

Sometimes the funniest part is the titles they give for the overheard conversations. They match so well!


Ok, so next up is this website which is all about Health Care Reform (I also posted this on Facebook). Check it out. It gives real answers which include specific references to the Health Care Bill being discussed. It debunks a whole lot of ridiculous myths that people keep spouting like "death panels" and "Nazi policies." So give it a go and hopefully get some answers.


And lastly, in the same political vein, I suggest you all take the Political Spectrum Quiz. It's interesting to see the questions as well as the responses you can choose from. Also, it might call you to evaluate how you feel about certain issues. Just try it.


That's it for right now, I'll be back with more later :)

Changing it Up... read (and comment) on the first short story I've written in years...

Karen sat on the red and white couch in the back of the room. She was nervous. No one spoke and the room was quiet, still. She wondered how long this was going to take. She didn’t know the procedure, what to expect in situations like this. She’d only heard about it in passing.

The others were afraid to be near her, she was sure. Instead of the usual joviality, she was greeted with small smiles and slightly turned backs. No one seemed to have enough courage to greet her normally. What could they have said? She wondered. The right side of her brain kicked into overdrive as she thought of ways she might comfort a grieving widow. At twenty-six years old, she had thought she was years from this pain, years from having to bury her husband.

Kevin thought he had more time. He’d even planned a ski vacation for them this winter. She’d never been to Vail and had wanted to go ever since she’d overheard her high school classmates talking about the “super awesome slopes” they had there. She’d barely remembered her desire when her sister brought it up. He’d included Hannah in the planning and left the information at her house in case Karen discovered it by accident. Now she wondered who she’d go with. She didn’t have the heart to cancel the trip when Kevin had so meticulously planned it.

He’d been in remission for the past two years and without warning, he was back in and out of the hospital again. This time the cancer was stage three. It wasn’t responding to the chemo. Three months later, stage four hit and the doctor said he had less than two months to live.

“Karen? It’s time.” Hannah broke her from her reverie. It was time for the grand march. She called it that ever since she was a small child. To her, a funeral procession looked much the same as a parade’s marching band, complete with costume hats.

She stared straight ahead. She’d toyed with the idea of having a closed casket ceremony— Kevin was always a private person— but decided against it. God forbid someone should think, years later that he died in some horrible plane crash because she kept the casket closed.

She was here now, standing in front of him. She couldn’t help but wonder how the funeral home determined the height at which one should be shown off. She thought he was a bit too low, that he might scare his nieces and nephews who didn’t understand the difference between the lie their parents told them and the reality and inevitability of death. For a split second, she smiled as she pictured little Imogen poking at him. “Wae up, Unca ’Evin. Wae up. ’Ap time is ’ova.”

She hadn’t cried yet. She’d thought it premature to grieve while she could still see him, touch him. She wouldn’t cry tonight either. Too many people around. She thought that the best time to start her grieving would be the day after tomorrow. When people stopped calling her to determine her mental state or ask whether or not she was sleeping. She would not grieve like an old woman. She would grieve quickly and quietly. There would be none of this no showering business. She would continue to wash her dishes and eat her vegetables. She would not let herself go. She would go back to work in two weeks. No more, no less.

She was standing again, Hannah’s arm around her shoulder. She’d closed her eyes for the entire service. It was time for food and fellowship, the upside to funeral services. She took one last look at the casket, at him. Kevin would be cremated tomorrow as he wished. It was a decision with which she did not agree, but chose to acquiesce in this final act as his wife. It was the least she could do, she thought.

Sorry It's Been So Long!

Hello again! I've been meaning to write for at least a week now and I have tons of stuff to talk about, so hopefully I'll be inundating you with blog entries for the next couple of days… hope you can keep up!

Up first is Granny Biscuits! I saw this video when I was wasting too much time on YouTube (which happens quite frequently nowadays). This seems like the kind of thing Adrian puts on his blog— he might have even had it on there once, I don’t know.



Disturbing, yet amusing. Love that Edna has a mustache (not unlike real grandmothers I suppose) and that her grand-kids say "motherf***ing." Also, love that these so called granny biscuits can be picked up at Wal-Mart. I totally made a similar video myself (complete with three characters), but I will NEVER post it online... way too embarrassing (and long).

Numero Dos: I sometimes follow my ex’s blog, and while most of the time, I shake my head at the theological and life conclusions he comes to, every once in a while he writes a gem. In this case, it’s called “A Prayer of Reparation to the Ramen Gods”. (At least he remembers he’s a good writer.) I don’t know about you, but it made me chuckle and remember snack time after school. I absolutely loved ramen noodles when I was younger. And if you’re looking to ride down memory lane, I have a couple of packages in my cabinet; just come visit :)

And lastly, I ran across this on AOL today. (Ok now, take a second and click on the link. When you're done, come back here.) As some of you may know, I am all about weddings (really any festive occasion in which people are dressed up and food is consumed) and beautiful dresses.

Talk about a long train! Hopefully you scrolled down to the Toilet Paper Dresses. They were pretty cute. Especially that first one!

Ok, folks. That’s all for right now. And don’t worry, you’ll hear from me soon.

Ahhh! This will be short.

So right now, my life is going slightly insane. And to be honest, I'm more than a little stressed.
Thoughts of rent, apartment and future moving plans, finishing classes, future plans, budgets, and laundry are all jumbled in my head. I don't know how God is going to work all of this out, but he will. And I'm kind of excited to see how he's gonna do just that.

I've already put my faith in Him, and now I'm just waiting for the blessings. And more importantly, the PEACE.

Pray for me, ya'll.

Psh! Productivity is Overrated

So I have literally been sitting in the bed all day. Well that's not true. I loaded the dishwasher, cleaned the stove, cooked and made lists of things I need to do.

And yet, I am still here, in my bed, watching the third episode of NCIS. (I absolutely love this show, by the way.)

My lack of productivity was aided by Facebook. And while I was searching/stalking my friends profiles, I ran across a girl I knew/was sort of friends with in high school. And while I perused her photos, I smiled because she has grown up to be beautiful young lady. Now while her and I didn't always see eye-to-eye (oh, the drama of high school girls), she did help me without knowing it, albeit much later in life.

I'm not making much sense. Let me break it down. Seeing her pictures today, reminded me of what high school was like, reminded me of the silly things girls do for guys attention, reminded me of how much I have grown and matured and how much I have haven't as well. In other words, by the time I finished looking at the first twenty or so pics, I felt both happy and sad. I felt happy because the pics reminded me of how awesome high school was, and sad because I feel like my life is so much more complicated. And though somewhat unrelated, sad also because I had a small epiphany as to why my luck with guys is as bad as it is.

Anyway this post was not about guys, or girls, or anything really, it was me just reflecting on the transformation (yet to be completed) that is my life.

Ahh, becoming a real adult person is SO HARD!

School: I did it to myself this time :)

So I'm taking summer classes. They start on Monday and I'm doing it because A) I need to pay my rent and B) I need to graduate on time, without stressing myself out by overloading fall quarter. I start on Monday, which means that I have one day left to PAR-TAY! And by party, I mean curl up and read a book in my bowl-chair after church. LOL, I feel like such a lame. I'm determined to finish The Shack before school completely takes over my life. I think I can do it. Wish me luck :)

I need a job. Seriously. Anyone know of anybody that's hiring? I refuse to be poor this summer and I need to buy stuff for new apartment in the fall. Oh yeah, and make September rent. Ahhh! Being a real adult person isn't the greatest right now.

On a happier note, Kate's B-day was pretty awesome. Just a couple of us hanging out at her and Sam's new place, but it was definitely cool. We played LIFE, which is my new favorite game, and I didn't suck too badly. Kate and Hannah definitely blew us out of the water though they made almost three million dollars apiece! The birthday girl won the game, though, which I'm sure only added to the awesomeness that was her day.

Another happy note: My mom and Dad surprised me today and took me out to brunch @ Flattop. It was pretty good and they stayed almost the entire day. The bummy part is that I didn't get to see my dad that much since Mom and I went to a baby shower while Dad worked on his sermon. But at least he got most of it written, and we set up a day to go to the Goodwill Downtown the weekend after next. I love my dad!

Random: I was thinking about Luke earlier today. For those of you who don't know, Luke is my ex-boyfriend (who just came out of the closet). Anyway, he graduated today and for a brief second I thought that I might like to see his parents. I thought again. While they were sweethearts, I really don't need that kind of drama in my life anymore. Besides, I'm almost positive that I couldn't have kept the fact that he's gay a secret: I seriously doubt they know. Anyway, I am happy that he graduated (for his sake and my own) and I hope that I won't see him again for a very long time, maybe never. Rumor is, he's staying around Chicago, but my hope is that he'll be far from Evanston.

Another random note: I have yet to ask certain someone to hang out. True, it's only been a week, but it feels like much longer. And as for the other certain someone, I was told that it is now "illegal" for us to date. Oh, the irony. Perhaps there will be an exception if I can get him to look twice at me. (Which in turn means, I actually have to TRY; I really don't.) Here's to a summer full of agony: school and unrequited love (sort of). Ohh, add in the beach and a few good books to make it bearable. (Please note the lack of seriousness in this section. I'm actually really excited for the summer, whether it be with or without male attention.)

So there. I think that's enough for right now. I'll try to write again soon, when something interesting happens to me.

I'm holding my breath and crossing my fingers :)

Why am I STILL in school?

I'm currently sitting in PARC library, people watching. I don't really want to do my paper and because I keep repeating that fact, I sound like a whiny brat. Oh well. I don't whine very often.

Two exams down.
Three papers to go.

If I can get two done in the next 15 hours, I'll be quite happy.

Not as happy as I would be if a certain person knew I existed, but ya know :)

Btw, he has yet to grace the door.

People watching = FAIL.
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So we have 4 days until the end of school and I am DYING to get out!
Then, I'm going home for a couple of days (to see Lisa!).

And then HOPEFULLY, I'll be back for SUMMER SCHOOL.

Why do I do this to myself, you ask?

So that I can graduate on time.

Ahh... to start "real" life.

Starting Over ---

Yeah, so I had this other blog for like a year and a half (no one knew)... it was always set to private so no one could see it. LAME. Helped to be my personal diary though. Don't worry, I took it down already.

This new one'll be cool though. Hope to get some followers soon.

P.S. I'll explain it's purpose more, in later entries.