decisions

As Clay can attest. I am sick of making decisions. If this is part of growing up and being responsible, count me out. Lately it's been "do I pack this or not?". Weight and space vs need and function. Good thing my Mum is the best at making those hard decisions, she has been my life saver while I am packing. Now the question is, what am I going to do without her???


With love, B

echo...echo....echo...

I love that place. So when my mum asked me if I wanted to go down for a couple days and do some desperately needed cleaning at the new cabin, I jumped at the opportunity. As an added bonus Grammy and Grandad came down with me. It was good having Grammy's help with some of the cleaning, but even better spending time with them before they left to Georgia and I left for NZ (almost 1 week exactly!!!). on thursday G&G left but late that night the rest of the fam came down to join me. And I mean the entire family, even Jordon! It was so great being all together and I think we all treasured it as it will be the last time for a long time. 

I was going to put a whole bunch of pictures on here, but they are taking forever to upload. So until I figure out a faster way to do this, you only get a sneak peak!

Here's a question: Why is it that whenever you are around water you are are instantly in a relaxed mood? Or is it just me that experiences this strange phenomenon? Problems, To-do lists, stress, even time itself just... doesn't matter. When I hear the water softly lapping against the shore or look out at the lake, everything is put into perspective. 

Water=good.

 Maybe I'm an Island girl at heart.

ps: i think i might miss this place

 

With love, B

14 days. 19 hours. 42 minutes

scratch that. I love lists. Lists make sure everything gets done, when it needs to be done. Lists makes sure nothing is forgotten. Lists put my life in order. Today I accomplished everything on my list. and then some. I also counted and rolled $272.16 in change. I also quit my job. and I also made a terrible, terrible mistake. I am so very sorry. Please don't be serious. all in all.  good day. could have had a better ending. and that was my fault. 


14 days. 19 hours. 40 minutes


with love, b

16 days

Time.
It is so contrary, yet so widely accepted. We think we understand it, but still blows our minds. The more you think about it, the more you realize you do not understand.
Often I have tried to imagine what it would be like to live with out time, but I can't. Time is such and essential part of our day. In fact without time there would be no day...hmm... don't think to hard or else you might hurt yourself.

dear Father Time,
please slow down.
no.
please speed up.
I just need a little more.
I wish oct 4th would hurry up.
but I'm not ready.
or am I?
can you go backwards please, so I can live those moments again?


oh I give up.


with love, b

lists

right now my life is dominated by lists. To do lists. Shopping lists. Packing lists. Dont forget lists. I think I have several of each kind. Yesterday I crossed off 4 items from said lists. great. now there's only about 196 items left. aaahhh! I don't believe I am saying this, but I think I am running out of time!

25

did you know...?

• 25 is the atomic number of manganese
• 25 years is a silver wedding anniversary
• a 6.3 earthquake hit Santa Barbara in 1925
• Taipei, Taiwan is located on the 25 latitude
•  there are the 25 days of christmas, of course
• according to wikipedia "25 (twenty-five) is the natural number following 24 and preceding 26" thank you wiki.
• there are 2160000 seconds in 25 days
• I leave for NZ in 25 days

with love, B

tribute

There have been so many great people in my life that I have been blessed to call my friends. I would love to write about all of them, but that would be impossible. So this is a tribute to just three of them. Three wonderful girls who have meant the world to me.

you
Remember when we would talk for hours and hours? We would tell each other everything. Even stuff that I swore I would never tell anyone. We would share our thoughts, our hopes and dreams, our feelings and our heartaches. and you would always understand because you felt the same way. We were always on the same page. Remember how we would both stress out over stuff that seems so silly now. Remember how we would  do yoga and help each other relax and not stress so much?I love you. Thank you for always understanding

and you
 Remember when we first met? I think even then I knew we were going to be best friends. Remember all the girls nights we had at your house? There was nothing that could not be fixed with a good helping of chocolate and chick flicks. You were there beside me during my darkest moments. I looked up to you. you were so strong. I drew from your strength, and it made me stronger. Strong enough to get through my trials. Strong enough to come out on top. Though we will be seperated by many miles, we will always be close. The bond that was forged during those moments could never be broken. I will always love you. Thank you for being strong.

and of course, you
 I love you. I hope you know that. I love how you are so tough that most guys wouldn't even touch you. But I love how you have a soft, sensitive side that not many know about. Thank you for letting me see that side. I hope I was a good friend to you. Sometimes we were rude to each other. Sometimes we beat each other up. We couldn't stand each other. But I am starting to realize that I can't live without you. When  I was with you I could be myself. I could say what was on my mind. I could tell you how it was without being worried about offending you. Thank you. Thanks for being you

I love you all

with love, B

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my fantabulous job

I love my job.... sometimes. Other times I think I have the worst job ever. I have decided it all depends on my attitude. If I wake up in the morning thinking that this is going to be a marvelous day, then it probably will. Waking up on "the wrong side of the bed" usually results in the whole day going wrong. Well, now that I have figured this out then there should be nothing stopping me from having a good day, everyday.
So here are some reasons why I love my job

• Because... golfers are (generally) funny, friendly and happy people to be around. and they tip good. Thats probably my favorite part. Oh ya, they don't steal from me. Often.
• Because... I get to work with a group of... wonderful guys. Charles, Dylon, (big)Ryan, (little)Ryan and yes, even Dan. Oh ya, we can't forget Vince. Even though they always make fun of me and my quirky ways, it's okay. At least they listen when I boss them around... sometimes.
• Because... (big)Ryan calls me britanical gardens. or sometimes just britanical. and he says awesome stuff like "super chang-ed up" and "rEtard"
• Because... instead of snickers bars we have substantialiscious, nougatocity, and peanutopolis
• Because... sometimes I see my Dad here. Mostly I just see his truck in the parking lot. but thats okay. I know he is close by.
• Because... we get to watch TV when it is slow. Mostly the Masters, or the pre-season football games. I don't really like watching golf or football. but thats okay.
• Because... I have internet access. But shhhhh don't tell Vince
• Because... I get to cook a plethora of yummy food. Burgers, hotdogs, smokies and sandwiches. mmm yum. I cooked at least 120 burgers today. If thats not a plethora, I don't know what is.
• Because... you can spend a couple hours on a mad-fly-swatting spree and there will still be a hundred thousand flies around.
• Because... of that one guy who calls me Courtney every time. Even when I introduce myself as Brittney

and thats all I can think of. Remember, positive attitude. I have a wonderful job. I have a wonderful job. I have a wonderful job...


with love, B

nga kupu o taku haerenga

If you were wondering, it means the Story of my Journey. which reflects exactly what I think this blog will be. a Story of one of the most exciting times of my life. Thank you to Grammy and Grandad for helping me come up with the title.

with love, B

the first

okay this is a first. having a blog I mean. This blog will serve two purposes. One: soon I will be traveling far away to New Zealand. This will be a way to stay in touch with the family and friends that I will be miles apart from. I will also be documenting my trip with photos and updates on all the adventures I'm having. and Two: somewhere to deposit all the crazy thoughts that are swirling around my head. So if you are not interested in reading the crazy ramblings from brittney, I suggest you skip those posts. Well... so I guess welcome. If anyone's out there...

with love, B