Bye, Bye, Bama.....what?!

So today is my second to last day in Alabama. Thats so weird to say. I've spent my all of my 19 years here, and I've wished and wished for this day every since I was a kid. I always wished I was somewhere else, but now that that opportunity is here, I don't know what to do with it. I wanted to post about the things I will miss the most about the Bamaland.
First of all, football. Of course. I'll always be an Alabama fan, but it just wont be the same watching and cheering from across the country. I can't walk into a store and hear, "How you doin' today ma'am? Roll Tide!" ahhh. I'm going to miss that phrase being used like punctuation.

Another thing I am going to miss is WAFFLE HOUSE. And all its greasy grimey glory. I'm going to miss saturday mornings, and late nights at 3AM, and going with all the YSA. I'm goint to miss all the amazing people I meet there, like Sue, the 48 year old waitness who would't serve us bananas on our pancakes because she though that they were poisoned, or Mickey, the homeless man with a tattoo of a foot on his foot. I'm even going to miss its bathroom wall jokes, gorging ourselves during who can eat the most contests. I'm going to miss the little fluttery my heart does when I see your glowing yellow sign on the side of the interstate when everywhere else is closed. But most of all, I think I am going to miss your Vanille Coke on tap. Something that no other restaurant was ever able to give me. I love you, Waffle House. This isnt the end. 

Heartbreaking. Really. Now lets get serious. Waffle House and I have always been in love. But my next thing, I used to hate. As a kid I would hide from it under my covers, or go sleep with my mom when I heard it coming. I used to think the world was ending everytime I saw it. And no, it wasn't my brothers cat Digi. It was thunderstorms :). As a kid I used to be so afraid of them, but now I think that they are beautiful. I used to get so excited for summer thunderstorms so that all of my brothers and sisters could bring all of our covers upstairs and watch a movie together, and laugh and carry on. Or so that my mom an I could make soup and sandwiches together. I think those are the things I'll miss the most. The little things I got to do, BECAUSE it was raining. Maybe not so much the rain itself. ♥ 

          I want to take my freaking dog. So this dog, Brownie, I've had since I was like six. I begged and cried and whined for a dog...and one afternoon while I was playing catch-the-ice-in-a-mug-thats-almost-bigger-than-we-are game with my brother in our backyard, I see my dad coming through the fence carrying this cardboard box, and the next thing I know this tiny little puppy head pops out, and he is hanging his wittle paws over the side! Best moment of my life. Pretty sure it will come in close second to my first child being born. Amazing. I love this dog.

                              





Alright. So let me ramble about one more thing. I definitely saved the best for last. The thing that I am going to miss most, is my family. I really don't know what I'm going to do without them. I have two little sisters and two little brothers who are my very best friends. And two parents who are constantly watching over me, and prevent me from screwing up big time, when they can. I was born into and blessed with such a wonderful family, and wonderful siblings that have always been examples to me, when it should've been the other way around. I hope I can be half of who they already are. I'm going to miss turning stupid late night cartoons on and turning the volume off so that we can create our own running commentary. I'm going to miss making spagetti on sunday afternoons, and almost ripping each others heads off because we are so hungry. I'm going to miss hysterically laughing in sacrament meeting, so hard that we are crying, at something that isn't even that funny. I'm going to miss road trips to the beach, screaming Backstreet Boys, Bon Jovi, and Michael Jackson the whole way. I'm going to miss playing Just Dance, and not have to worry about making a complete fool of myself. I'm going to miss making chocolate chip cookies, and pound cake, and buckeyes, and chicken n' dumplin's with my mom and my sisters. Sister nights, Movie nights with my brother. And building alien spaceships, and pirate ships, and robots, and skyscrapers out of a million legos with my youngest brother. I hope that I am as blessed in my own family as I was with this one. They have seen me through so much. I'll make mistakes today, and I'll probably make mistakes tomorrow. But they stand by me and love me through it all. And thats what our family is all about. Familes are Forver. ♥

He didn't want me to go to work that day :/

Dad and I in Salt Lake, checking out colleges and seeing long lost family!

Best friend. Right there. This was taken so long ago. He's so much bigger than me now.

LOVE.

We werent supposed to be outside in the rain. But we got soaked and hid in the barn anyway.

White Christmas :)

He even came with me to Salt Lake.

we were all late bloomers...haha

In MY BED after hours. and hours. and hours. of trying to put him to sleep.

Halloween like five years ago. :)



Well, Alabama. This is goodbye for now. I've met so many wonderful people here, and recieved so many blessings. This has been a wonderful place for me to learn, and to grow. And an area where the Church is strong, with wonderful Youth and Relief Society programs. There have been so many wonderful women for me to look up to as examples-and strive to one day be the mothers and wives and friends that they are. I am so grateful for all the opportunities I've found here, and hope that I will be just as blessed in Idaho. I know that it is where I'm supposed to be, and what I am supposed to do next in my life. Until April, Alabama. Roll Tide. ♥

I guess I'll try!

So I have my these friends, that have awesome, hilarious blogs. (Lily, Nathan, Cassidy..and it goes on.)So I'm going to TRY to start one that's half as cool. So here goes. So on facebook, there's this "About Me" section you can fill out. I'm going to copy and paste mine, because after you read it, you will basically know me. Lets be friends. :)

 Hi, I’m Brittany. I’ve been living in Alabama my entire life. I was born in Mobile on the gulf coast, and seven years ago this November, I moved inland four hours from my small town to a bigger city called Birmingham. I have met a lot of really great people here, and I am happy to call both places home. I love quilts. Because I am always freezing cold. I was born on July 12th, which makes me a cancer. That’s supposed to mean that I am emotional, loving, intuitive, imaginative, shrewd, cautious, protective and sympathetic, changeable, moody, overemotional, touchy, clinging and unable to let go. Which I think describes me perfectly, more-so the latter ones. I could be better with the first few. It is said that the quickest way for cancers to rebound is to do what they do best: nurture others. I am usually good about serving others, but if I am honest I have to tell you that 99% of the time I am thinking of the praise I’ll get afterwards, not how I am doing something for others that they can’t do for themselves, or how it should make me feel more like my Savior. I could be better about that, too. My lucky number is and always will be 3. It pops up in front of me in the most obvious and undeniable ways. I can hear my daddy whistle a mile away. I love snow, and Christmas. I love the smell of cinnamon, and vanilla. I love having the last word. I love cooking Italian food. I love music. My favorite sound is the sound of fingers on guitar strings. I love musicals: Les Miserables, Wicked, and The Scarlet Pimpernel. I love records and cassette tapes. I love old buildings, especially with chipping paint. I love hammocks on misty mornings. I love stars and sunsets and grocery shopping and kids smiling. I believe that there are two kinds of people: those who do the work and those who take the credit. I try to be in the first group; there is always much less competition. I love cats that are yours but you never ever see them unless it’s three in the morning and they are eating out of their food dish. I like to paint. I love taking pictures, and reading, and naps on the couch. I love rainy Sunday afternoons. I love the smell of the attic. I love broken things. I love writing in my journal, and wearing dresses. I love movies. Especially the sappy romances. I think every once in a while you just need fries and a chocolate milkshake and your mom. I believe the small things are just as important as the big things. I love picking up a cookbook and closing my eyes and opening it to a random page, then attempting to make that recipe. I think that sometimes you have to let your heart speak louder than your head, and vice versa. It takes a delicate balance of those two things to be happy. I love my family to pieces, and I can’t wait to start one of my own one day. I was blessed with two little sisters, and two little brothers who I loved growing up with. I love my parents; My dad who was never slow to let me tag along anywhere he went when I was little, and My mom who has taught me so much about living and living right. I belong to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. I am so grateful to have been born into the true gospel of Jesus Christ! To know that I am a child of the Most High God, that I have an Older Brother who lives and loves me more than I could ever know has always been my greatest comfort. Beneath all the make-up and the smile, I’m just a girl who wishes for the world. And I’m a Mormon.
I’m pretty excited you’ve read all of this. This was ridiculously long, and you probably have other stuff you could've done in the last four minutes. So to you, I love you like I love peanut butter, and sweatpants. And that’s real love. -♥