Ode to Britt

We are besties.


Today (yes, today!) my dear friend and roommate, Britt, turns the big two-three. That's right...23. I have prepared a poem and a few other things.


birthday poem.
twenty three ain't no joke,
turn your life around get off the coke.

that's a j slash k,
you get to celebrate today!

celebrate with glee,
cause girl you are turning twenty damn three.

what, who you?
yeah, you are no longer twenty two.

you invented the damn birthday,
when people see you coming, they get out the way.

tyra says so what,
all my friends think you're hot.

you are the best friend ever,
and this poem is really clever.

i hope your day is really great,
and maybe soon the reverend will take you on a date.

thanks for being alive,
and i hope we're friends when we're 105.

Also, I would like to make a list of things telling you, our readers, about why I am glad Britt is, in fact alive.


I am glad Britt's alive because...
...she makes me laugh. She encourages me to dress better, live cleaner, eat healthier and be nicer. She emails me while we're at work, which makes my day go by faster. She introduced me to salad dressing. She is letting me sleep on her couch and watch her Felicity DVDs. And basically...I'm glad she's alive because she's my friend. A really good one at that.



Happy Birthday, Britt.

Houston Sucks

(L-R) Noelle, LC, Tami, Grish


I have failed to mention the only hitch in the marvelous set-up here at 2620. Britt works in Houston four days a week. That's more than half. Not typically the fun part of the week, but still...

Before she left she decided that maybe sleeping on the couch wasn't good for me. She offered up her bed and somehow everyone found their way up here after-hours. Yes, we hung out in Britt's room without Britt. Sad.

I think I'm going to hire a maid before she comes home. That way I can sleep in here next week, too. Also, if anyone knows how to make a bed and make it look really pretty let me know. That was my only assignment before she left: make the bed before she gets home. That and get her pants out of the living room.

Britt, come home.

What are the odds?

LC has some mad party-planning skills and I have the best friends ever. They threw me the most off-the-chain party ever. There were margs, queso, cake, funny cards, and at least 25 people there. To top it off, the pictures have already been posted onto facebook and comments have already been made. Amazing. Better than icing on the cake in my book and icing is my favorite part.



The only thing that didn’t happen was the guest appearance by Big Al and JC. “I’m so sorry I missed the party. I’ve been having all kinds of problems with my planet email.” Likely story. Come on Big Al. Kidd Kraddick in the Morning just lost about 13 points. I mean, I am the biggest fan and have contributed to the conversion of countless listeners. I’ve made Kidd Kraddick a common topic of conversation among my (large) group of friends. I should probably be paid for advertising for them. Not cool, Al. Not cool. Big Al is going to have to do something big to make up for this one. And JC… well, I kinda have a soft spot for Latinos.

Other Roommates

I think I need to introduce the other room-dawgs of 2620.

In no particular order...

Angela "Grish"/ "Tange" Grisham-- Grish is a big money, ballin' computer auditor (something or other) for PWC. She spends hours upon hours a day auditing computers. No clue. More importanly, AG is genuine and funny. She's quirky and can't hang a shower curtain. The girl ALWAYS has dinner plans and she makes me laugh hard. Also, she cusses. I failed to mention she has a teddy bear that she drags around the house.

Noelle Puryear-- Noelle is fluent in Spanish, which helps when you're a 7th grade Spanish teacher. She drives a VW Bug and claims to have a child. She might be the most well-rounded of the roommates, but that is because she is the oldest and maybe the most mature. She has asked me to spoon at least once during our time together. I'm not making any promises and I don't think she should hold her breath.

Tami Becton-- Awww Sic 'Em! You know, I wish I could tell you what Tami does for a living, but really...I can't tell you. She wears many hats at her job. But, know this-- she keeps kids from getting abducted AND she keeps football coaches informed. two things neither you, nor I can claim. Thanks for making our children safer and our coaches smarter, T Bec. Did I mention that Tami is the President of our accountability group? That's right, she loves Jesus. She's pretty nice, too. This isn't important, but Tami has braces.

Other mentionables: So far Morgan is the only person to stop by more than once.

Brittain's birthday party was a roaring success. I have no doubt that it is due to the person that Brittain is and not to my party planning skills. Go Brittain!

Affirmation

I've never had the gift of affirmation. And I think I've kind of always thought that since it wasn't my gift, I didn't have to give it. I'm learning that people need affirmation - some more than others - and I'm trying to learn how to give it. If you don't live with someone, you should. You can learn a lot.

Also, Ann Carter came to visit us today and I can finally understand why she is going to be LC's child's namesake. She's pretty awesome. And she told me I looked like Nicole Richie in my new red sunglasses... that never hurts.

LC, you look pretty sweet in those teal shades too. Thanks for throwing me a b-day party tonight, inviting Big Al, and getting me People magazine. You are the best.

My Back Kind of Hurts

So...

Last night I slept on the couch. I didn't have a pillow or a blanket. Britt was in a very, "I'm Third" mood and offered me a blanket. The blanket couldn't even make the couch comfortable though. From here on out, if there isn't a bed for me to sleep in I'm sleeping in my car. Legit.

Today, Britt was still in an "I'm Third" mood and she made a grilled cheese sandwhich for lunch. She is clearly quite the chef.

Also, our "parking lot" is full. I guess if Joseph and Mary were outside we'd have to tell them there's no room in the inn. But, I'd try to make room for them. Britt probably would too. I think everyone would.

Disclaimer

About half of everything LC says is an exaggeration, if not completely invalid. So if you continue to read this blog, it's safe to disregard about 50% of what she says.

But she also brings me turkey when I ask and say please. I appreciate that.