Monday, June 30, 2008

peace out.

This is the last post in a series of what seems to be tributes about Britt leaving America.

She is gone. She is missed. This blog will carry on.

Friday, June 27, 2008

bon voyage.

LC has been begging me to write a goodbye post, but it doesn't feel right to me. i am not leaving forever, i am just going away for a while. and although i have started a new blog to document my travels, i don't plan on abandoning our cherished co-blog. 

so more than goodbye, i want to say thank you. to LC, and to everyone, for being so great the past month, a month for savoring. the parties have been excellent, your words affirming, and the memories unforgettable. i will miss you, friends. 

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

the best of times.

A brief look into the greatest blogship that ever was...

This was like, the first week we were friends. Britt already had me out and about and trying new and different things. Pictured here: Britt trying to get me cancer.

Britt has always been into different cultures. This is us celebrating Cinco de Mayo.

Britt is one of a few who actually support my plaid Vans. As a return gesture, I bought her some Cons.

Britt threw me a theme birthday party for my 24th.

We buy really ugly sunglasses. Together.

Britt runs in a lot of races, so I try to show up and yell at her while she is running.

Britt embraced my love of history and the US Presidents when she took me in. Here, we are pictured with that horse's ass, Andrew Jackson.

We missed out on a lot of years of friendship. So...we take photos like we're in junior high.

Sunday, June 22, 2008

the masterpeice.

this is what LC did when i was gone for the weekend. can't wait to see what she comes up with when i live in a different country.

Thursday, June 19, 2008

do you see it?

Fact of life: LC looks like Nancy McKeon.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

living like paul.

It has recently been brought to my attention that I am lacking passion in my life. I have no causes to stand up and fight for and about the only thing that really gets me worked up is discussing reality television with my co-workers.

Don't get me wrong: I am a girl (young woman? woman? lady?) of many convictions and opinions. I have accepted Christ as my Savior, wake up each day hoping to resemble, said Savior and actively seek to expand His Kingdom. I care deeply for my friends and family and diligently pursue relationships. However, I'm not talking about those passions...

Every time I turn around someone has declared that they are green, someone else is off to stop genocide in Africa, people are saving wetlands, people are protesting for animals, babies, children, the ozone and on and on and on.

I have never been too interested in any of those things because they don't directly affect me. In 8th grade my basketball coach told me I had a black box where my heart should be. Is that true? Do I lack a heart because I don't travel to Wichita monthly to protest abortion? Am I less of a person because I tend to use aerosol hairspray and have no problem using several plastic bags at the grocery store each time I go? Don't even get me started on the amount of things I like to print and then throw away.

I feel like I heard preacher say something along the lines of, "where you spend your time is what your passions are..." If that is the case, then I am clearly VERY passionate about my job, reality television, dead presidents (and really anything that has to do with US History), my finances, Polo shirts, google (including g-mail and g-chat) and my hair. That is a short list and makes me seem very shallow, but I like to think I have a little more depth than that, so I have started another list of things I am thinking about being passionate about.

1. Pet Adoption-- I could totally get on that train but, unfortunately I think I'd actually have to adopt a pet.

2. The Election-- People probably think I am already passionate about this, but to that I say, "nay!" I am informed, but do not support either candidate enough to even join a Facebook group about them.

3. Universal Healthcare-- Well, it seems like a good idea, but let me assure you-- it's not.

4. Public Transportation-- I would be an advocate of this, but I am deathly afraid to ride the bus or train to where I work.

All of that being said, I really hope to one day live my life with much zeal, like Paul. Until then, I'll probably just listen to some rap music and straighten my hair.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

not awesome.

from my hotel window, i can see a train track. maybe 50 yards away.

let's just say that if it takes me 40 minutes to fall asleep, a train came by exactly every 39 minutes, blowing its whistle furiously... all night long.

Monday, June 16, 2008

it was the hardest part.

oh and that's the hardest part
that's the hardest part
yeah, that's the hardest part
that's the hardest part.
-- coldplay

So... what's the hardest part in all of this? Brittain leaves me as a single blogger.  She's throwing away everything we have built to go off on her own and create her own blog.  

Check it out, but continue to check this out, too. She'll continue to post here on occasion. 

You cannot replace that.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

one year anniversary-ish.

 A little over a year ago, a young man, Humberto, came into my life. 

He stole my car. He stole some shoes. He stole my monster golf club. He stole my Justin Timberlake CD. 

I have forgiven Humberto for his wrongs against society (and me), but I think everyone should be reminded of  his story. 

Life is precious. So was my grey Old Navy rain jacket. 

the beginning of the end.

February 7, 2007, 2:23 PM
me: do you support gypsies?
Brittain: 100%

Sunday, June 8, 2008

thank yew.

to all my hoez who gave me the camera: 


I LOVE it. Yall are awesome. The best friends ever. Everyone should have friends like yall. 

Thursday, June 5, 2008

brittain turns 24.

24 years ago today, the world was changed. Changed for the better. The world became more fashionable, more stubborn, more inclined to eat only vegetables and no meat,more willing to drive recklessly fast rather than just leave a bit earlier, more willing to lay out for hours upon hours, more willing to read a book than watch TV and more willing to spend a ridiculous amount of time on g-chat while working.

24 years ago Pat and Keith gained a daughter. Kerri profited a sister. And I got a blog partner.

Yes, the world is truly better because Laura Brittain was born. Praise Him for Pat and Keith on that fateful September evening.

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