Why the Internet (or anything else in your adult life) is actually NOT “just like high school”

by Miss Britt on March 18, 2010 32 Comments »

My husband, while not nearly as good at Words With Friends or Bejeweled Blitz as I am, is almost always emotionally wiser than I am.
This morning over coffee and Marlboros, he dropped this little bit of wisdom on me:
“It drives me crazy when I hear people say ‘this is just like high school’.  Um, no, [...]

The Most Awkward Anniversary Post EVER. (Is there an award for that?)

by Miss Britt on March 11, 2010 85 Comments »

Some days I wish I was one of those people who kept personal information private instead of giving in to some insane urge to share anything and everything with anyone who will come close enough to listen.
Today is one of those days.
If I was one of those people with a good sense of proprietary and [...]

The Responsibility Pendulum, aka THE SECRET TO LIFE, as explained by Miss Britt.

by Miss Britt on March 10, 2010 70 Comments »

People who have gone through some form of therapy are probably the most annoying people in the world.
I imagine talking to them is like talking to someone who once watched an episode of Grey’s Anatomy.  “Heart surgery?  Oh, dude, I’ve totally seen that done.  I can do this!”  Except instead of trying to bypass your [...]

Perfection. Which is funny, because I have no ending.

by Miss Britt on January 6, 2010 42 Comments »

There is an ornament that hangs on my mother’s tree that is little more than yarn and popsicle sticks.  There may be a small strand of silver garland attached to it, although I’d be surprised if that part has survived the years of holiday packing and unpacking.
I made it when I was about Devin’s age, [...]

Nothing.

by Miss Britt on December 30, 2009 36 Comments »

“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“Nothing,” he says.
And we both know that he’s full of shit, although only one of us has any clue to what extent.  And it’s not me.
He folds his arms across his chest, a visual cue that he’s closing himself off from me.  He smiles a little to reassure me, but he doesn’t [...]

The Mountain. (Or: By the end of the week I’ll have killed this blog entirely with all this emotional shit. So there’s that.)

by Miss Britt on September 8, 2009 103 Comments »

My therapist described it as going up a mountain.
Right now, it feels more like falling on my ass.
Over
and over
and over again.
Unless you’re rock climbing, you don’t go straight up a mountain.  You go around it.  And it can feel like you’re just going round and round in an ever looping circle.   You can pass by [...]

I tried to start a cult but then I got bored and had to find underwear.

by Miss Britt on August 21, 2009 46 Comments »

The time has come for me to start my own cult.
I don’t know how it happened.  I certainly wasn’t looking for it.  But I woke up this morning to find that I had 2,000 followers looking to me to lead them.
I mean, clearly that has to be it.
I don’t even know 2,000 people – but [...]

When families collide.

by Miss Britt on April 8, 2009 73 Comments »

Family is everything to me.
Everything.
It is the beginning and the end of who I am, where I come from, and where I want to end up in life.
So having my husband be on a completely different page than me when it comes to what family means is hard.  Beyond hard.  It’s fucking heartbreaking.
Jared and I [...]

On Choosing and Being Chosen

by Miss Britt on March 11, 2009 136 Comments »

I got knocked up about two months after my 19th birthday.
A year later, 9 years ago today, I was married.
When you find yourself pregnant, a mother, and a wife – in that order – you give up on some fantasies. You never have the surprise proposal on a weekend getaway, with the boyfriend whose [...]

The Second Chance Dad

by Miss Britt on March 5, 2009 34 Comments »

My dad called last night at about 8:30.
“Are you doing your show?” he asked.
“Yep. Do you have to assimilate to be American.”
“Oh, um,” he hesitated, “maybe I won’t listen to that one.”
“Why not?”
“Well, I’m kind of… well… I’m probably a little conservative on that,” his voice took on that goofy quality it always does [...]

Romance

by Miss Britt on February 16, 2009 41 Comments »

We almost never do anything for Valentine’s Day. I almost always end up disappointed because I like to set my expectations high and assume that history is no way to accurately predict future results. Sure, he’s never bought flowers, but this will be the year he springs for sky writing!
(By the way, sky [...]

I need a girlfriend.

by Miss Britt on January 9, 2009 191 Comments »

I notice it most when my polish is chipped off my toes.
And when I’m sitting at home flipping through HGTV reruns.
And when it’s a Tuesday night and the kids are in bed, Jared’s asleep on the couch, and I’m too restless to get lost in a book or a blog.
That’s when I notice the big [...]

Scientific Proof That You Can’t Help Who You Love

by Miss Britt on December 9, 2008 41 Comments »

It seems my post about nice guys vs guys you’re actually attracted to has sparked some discussion. The question people are asking now is “can you help who you love?”
Ladies and gentleman, I will not bore you with opinions and theories. Lo, no, I know you come here expecting so much more than [...]

Nice Guys Finish Last, Go Team Edward, And This Is A Literary Pile Of Poo. Yay.

by Miss Britt on December 5, 2008 79 Comments »

This not another post about Twilight.
Not exactly.
But if you’re absolutely sick of all the Twilight buzz, I am going to ask you to just bear with me for a moment as I give you a little bit of necessary background information which is relevant to the rest of this discussion.
In a nutshell:
Bella loves Edward.
Edward loves [...]

My Husband Thinks Homosexuality Is A Choice

by Miss Britt on November 12, 2008 122 Comments »

I don’t remember how the conversation started, exactly. It had something to do with the picture I chose to use in this post, although I’m not sure how the road turned from there to here.
We were lying beside each other in the darkness, a momentary silence resting between us that seemed to be weighted [...]