thirty days of 30 - day 23

Brittany, age 23.

This picture was taken the night Wyatt and I met.  (You can see Wyatt in the bottom right corner.)  You might wonder if we met at a costume party, no we did not.  For whatever random reason, I got the strange idea to dress in my friend's little-girl-that-she-nannied tennis clothes.  I was the only one not wearing normal clothes.  I'm sure that contributed to why Wyatt thought I was crazy.

 I just added this picture because I like it.  This was our canoe trip to Boundary Waters up in Minnesota.  I know you can't see faces but the gal up front is my dedicated blog fan, Josette.  She's also a BFF, whom I miss very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very much!  I'm in the middle with the red bandanna.  This was the same trip where Liz (in age 22 picture) LIED to us and said that she wasn't able to buy the trail mix from Costco like we requested.  (We found it hidden in the trunk of the car once we arrived at Boundary Waters.) Remember that?!  

Day 23 Festivities: Lunchtime matinee movie

I have always wanted to go to the movies during my lunch break.  Every time I am close to reaching my dreams (I know, I aim high), I chicken out and justify my standard eat-in routine.  Not today!  I let nothing stop me!  Including the current terrible selection of movies.  I was committed.  Even if I was taking an extra-long lunch break to watch The Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Dog Days.  I know, like I said, I was committed.  (Plus Tuesday’s are six-dollar movies at the theater right by my work.)  As it turns out, my very very low expectations made the movie quite enjoyable.  I even LOL’d during some scenes.  It was the perfect mid-day work break.  Ahhhh….  Oh, and PS – this was only the second time in my life I’ve gone to the movies alone.  I felt a bit awkward and naked without someone by my side. 

Something about me:  Wyatt is my favorite.  That's what I always tell him, "You're my favorite."  He's my favorite of all.

thirty days of 30 - day 22

Brittany, age 22.

With friend and roommate Liz.

 

Day 22 Festivities: Driving range Watch the sunset Look at the pink sky

Well, I’ve noticed a theme with Mondays.  I’m usually too tired from my weekend partying to muster any energy for… anything.  Today was no exception.  Well, that’s not entirely true.  I did cook dinner, clean two bathrooms, clean my kitchen, and fold two loads of laundry (Wyatt was in charge of washing/drying).  (We have guests staying with us this week.)  By the time we were done eating it was 7:30pm and the driving range closes at 8pm.  Plus, one of us had the grumpies and didn’t feel like going to the driving range.  It was a long day for everyone…

Wyatt suggested that instead, we watch the sunset.  So I quickly researched the time the sun would set and we hurried on our way.  (We don't go anywhere romantic, our sun-spotting preference is at the local community college because it has a giant balcony that has an unobstructed westward view.)  By the time we arrived, we realized that the 8:32pm scheduled time was meant for the coast and not for inland cities where the sun sinks below the distant mountains.  We missed the sun and were left to enjoy residue of the pink sky. 

Something about me:  I was an expat when I was two-years-old.  My dad was an engineer for Ball Corporation and at the time they provided several opportunities for my family to live abroad.  Unfortunately for me, Berlin, Germany was the last stop and I missed out on many of the same experiences my older siblings enjoyed.  Even so, I had quite the list of visited countries that by the time I went to school, I was a world traveler.  I even visited such non-existent countries like Czechoslovakia (now the Czech Republic and Slovakia).

thirty days of 30 - day 21

Brittany, age 21.

Day 21 Festivities: Bread pudding

It's been a couple years since last I made bread pudding.  I love it.  Wyatt loves it.  It is good.  I thought today might be an appropriate day to enjoy the delish dish.  And it did not disappoint!  

PS - Summer weather and temperatures are in full swing!  It was 91d today!  Wyatt's Oregonian'ness surfaced as he felt it was time to unearth our window air conditioner unit and bring it to full working order.  I must admit, it was getting a bit stuffy in our apartment.

Something about me: I love pancakes!  Hence, my overwhelming excitement on my 21st birthday when my roomies bought me a griddle.  Yay!  One time I thought I was such a pancake connoisseur, I challenged my friend (who is a guy, who was a football player, who is six-foot plus, and weighs what a football player should) to a pancake eating contest.  He blew me out of the water.  I held my own.  I seem to remember the contest coming to a stop because we ran out of pancakes.  Had we not, I'm pretty sure I would've won.  (Jasher, do you still read my blog?)

thirty days of 30 - day 20

Brittany, age 20.

Day 20 Festivities: Oregon Air Show  Float the river

We bought a Groupon for the Oregon Air Show a few weeks ago.  It was a steal of a deal - four tickets for nine-dollars each!  (General admission at the gate is 25-dollars each.  What?!)  As it turns out, we didn't read the details of the Groupon until today when we discovered the voucher was good for Sunday only.  Argh!  So we thought we'd show-up today anyway and see if they'd offer us a little sympathy and let us attend anyway.  NOPE!  We were turned away, forced to "enjoy" the show on the other side of the fence.  I was so disappointed I thought I might cry.  Wyatt, was not so disappointed and actually quite relieved that we wouldn't be baking in the hot sun watching airplanes.  (If my brothers Schuyler and Harold were with me, they too would've shed a tear.)

Luckily we had made arrangements with our buds Phoebe and David to float the river!  And what a day it was to float the river - it was 99d!  Happy day!  Phoebe told me it was her birthday present to me.  I think it was one of the best birthday presents I've ever received!  Which, I need to give some props here, Phoebe is the whole reason my Thirty Days of 30 are going down.  It was her idea and something she did for herself when she crossed the decade line.  

The day was perfect for the float.  The water, which is typically ice cold, felt refreshing in the hot sun.  And the company was great!  So, so fun!

Something about me: My favorite animal is the panda bear.  I have hundreds of panda bear stuffed animals and a panda bear blanket that appears at bed time every night.  Wyatt named him Pias Panda since he always seems to be praying.  I also really like baby sea otters.  

thirty days of 30 - day 19

Brittany, age 19.

Day 19 Festivities: Hunt Club Dressage

There is a picturesque horse stable/arena about a mile and a half from our apartment - The Hunt Club.  Ever since we've lived in the neighborhood I've wanted to attend a horse event there.  The problem, I've seen a horse event advertised once in the last five years.  Not to say there hasn't been more, they're just far and few between.  

Coincidently, the summer intern at my work is a horse rider (is there a formal term for that?) and happened to mention to me that she was going to be competing in a dressage at the Hunt Club!  Hot dog!  So Wyatt and I rode our beach cruisers to the arena and watched her "dance" her pony (his name was Daniel Son).  To be honest, I had no idea what was going on and I was really hoping there would be jumping.  As it turns out, it was kinda boring.  Wyatt thought it was all the way boring.  Luckily it was only 10-minutes and Rachel's (my coworker) mom gave us a step-by-step explanation during the entire presentation.  

I did get to meet Daniel Son at the end of the show.  He let me pet his nose which made me REALLY happy!

 fuzzy...

Something about me: I love soft fuzzy things.  Like horses' noses.  And more commonly fuzzy blankets and fuzzy stuffed animals.  I have a fuzzy throw blanket on our couch that I love to wrap myself in.  I also have a fuzzy blanket that happens to resemble a certain animal that I love to sleep with at night.  

thirty days of 30 - day 18

 Brittany, age 18.  

This was taken during Thanksgiving break when I visited my mom in Chicago.  She had to work so I traveled with her to her layover in... Cedar Rapids, Iowa!  It smelled like cows and it was a bit disappointing.  Hence, the tongue.  

You'll also notice that my face is a bit fuller.  Yep, that was during my freshmen year of college.  I was not overlooked by the "Freshmen 15".  

Day 18 Festivities: Movies in the Park

And guess what movie they played… Tangled!  I love, love, LOVE that movie!  We saw some teenagers from church and they matter-of-factly pointed out that we were the only adults at the park that didn’t have kids.  It’s true, we were.  But neither of us cared because it was the perfect weather and a good movie – so we had a wonderful time!  Plus Wyatt said if anyone asked us which kids were ours, we’d just tell them that we hadn’t decided yet.

Something about me: I subconsciously hum when I pull an aggressive (i.e. jerky) move while driving.  I don’t know how long I’ve been doing this for but one day I consciously noticed.  It’s the kind of hum that says, “hmm-hmm-hmm, I’m just minding my own business.”  But really I’m not minding my own business, I’m really speeding up to wedge (i.e. cut off) my way into traffic.   

thirty days of 30 - day 17

Brittany, age 17.

Day 17 Festivities: Getting my hair did

My friend Liz asked me if she could straighten my hair for one of my thirty day celebrations.  Of course I said yes!  She likes doing hair and I like getting my hair done, so it was the perfect combination.  Plus, it's been years since I straightened my hair and I was in the mood for a temporary change.  


Liz did a great job with loose curls and a side pinup with a darling barrett.  The reviews at work were mixed - some loved it straight and some couldn't get passed the usual curls.  Wyatt told me I am his "straight-haired stranger."  I personally liked it for the day.  Thanks LIz!

cheesy piano pose

Something about me: I took piano lessons for seven years, yet you'd never know it.  My favorite part was my weekly visits with my piano teacher, since she was like an adopted grandma to me.  I cried the day she told me that maybe I should stop taking lessons since I wasn't progressing.  Not because I wouldn't be taking lessons but because I'd no longer see her every week.  I have finally come to that all-too-familiar feeling, regret.  I wish I would've put more effort into practicing.  At least I still know how to play "Take Me Out to the Ball Game" by heart!