If I Only Had a Blog

The Night We Got Pulled Over

Side note: The original thought was to do this series in chronological order, but I don't think it will happen that way. 

It was Christmas Break 2002. Brent's dad had just bought a new Ford Expedition. We had been at his house in Hoover and Brent brought me home in the new ride. New car, no tag or insurance. Once we got into Cahaba Heights, we ran into (not literally) my parents at an intersection. So, we both rolled down our windows and had a conversation, yelling at each other from across the intersection so we could hear. We were on the main road and didn't have a stop sign, but no one was behind us so it wasn't a problem that we were stopped. My parents asked us where we were going, I asked them where they were going. Turns out they were going to Granny Rosie and Pop Pop's house for dinner and we decided to go as well. We pulled into a gas station parking lot to turn around just as we saw blue flashing lights pull up behind us. Ok let me re-paint the scene for you:  Two young teenagers, brand new car, no insurance, no tag, yelling at someone at an intersection. Looks like trouble to a police officer. He got out of his car with the a flashlight bright enough to search for aliens and started shining it in the car. He asked for tag registration and insurance cards and we couldn't give him either. Ding Ding Ding, the car must be stolen! I guess telling him that Brent's dad had just bought the car that day sounded legit enough to leave that alone. Then, he thought we were in a fight with the people in the car at the intersection. "Oh no sir, those are just my parents." So he thinks we are a bunch of rebellious teenagers disrespecting our parents. I explained that were just making dinner plans. I'm sure that sounded strange, but if you only knew my family you wouldn't think anything of it. He left that idea alone as well. Then he started to search the car and ask me strange questions that implied he thought I had been kidnapped and Brent had intentions to rape me. I wasn't scared and gave him straight up honest answers and he finally left that idea alone too. We left the scene with no charges, tickets, fees, whatever. We were just told to "be careful" and "don't drive a car without a tag and insurance" and "get to where you are going." I know, not as eventful as you were probably thinking it would be. But, it's late, I'm tired, and this memory didn't take much thought. Good night!


Hey Diddle Diddle

Update on the Mystery Trash: I'm assuming the coffee was full of caffeine because Sanibel was full of restless energy, but it didn't kick in until the weekend. I washed the bedspread but there is still some coffee grounds that are stuck in the fabric. Thankfully, it is not stained and Sanibel is back to normal (if you consider her normal). 

Friday night Brent and I drove to Mentone, AL to visit my grandparents. They have a house that they started building when I was in first grade and finished it and moved in sometime while I was in college. My grandfather built the house himself as a hobby.  I love going there because it is so relaxing, especially in the Fall when the leaves are changing colors on the mountain. They live next to an old lady who owns lots of property and cows. Many times the cows come right up to the fence. When Sanibel was 7 weeks old, she visited Mentone for the first time and got a chance to see the cows. She didn't really care for them then. On Saturday, I noticed there was a cow by the fence, so I threw my shoes on, put the leash on Sanibel and we ran outside. I wanted to see how she would react now that she is older. As soon as we got outside, she made a straight line for that cow, so fast that the leash slipped out of Brent's hand and we had to chase her down before the she got inside the fence (it is old and the spaces are big enough that she could easily climb to the other side if she really wanted to). Now remember how scared she was of Samford, Josh and Kristin's lab? I assumed she would be scared of a cow as well. She barked so much that she scared the cow off. The cow actually ran away. I didn't know that cows could run. The cow backed up about 20 yards and just stood there staring at us. We were waiting for his next move, having no clue what he was thinking. Brent said, "I bet he's calling his cow buddies to come gang up on us." Sure enough, we start seeing cows come from all sides of the farm. It was like a scary slow motion scene in a movie. I was getting a little freaked out and stepped back. The cows just kept coming. There were close to 20 cows surrounding the fence! I am NOT exaggerating. Most of them were all black with a white face...seeing 20 white faces coming towards me at dusk was not a comforting feeling. I asked Brent if cows could jump and he said no. I think he's wrong...what about the nursery rhyme "Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, the cow JUMPED over the moon"? The original cow was the leader of the pack. He stood in front as if to protect all the others. He kept turning his head to the side like he was updating his cow buddies on the game plan of how to attack this crazy little creature that was barking at them. I envisioned all 20 of those cows counting 1, 2, 3 and jumping over the fence and chasing us down to the ground. That is not how I want to die--getting mauled by a herd of cows. Our little rat terrier kept us safe. She never stopped her fierce barking. The cows finally got tired and went home. The picture above is one I found on Google Images but it is a pretty accurate picture of the scene Saturday night. www.harkphoto.com/05252004.html  

Be on the lookout for another blog in the series "If I Only Had Blog" this week. 


Mystery Trash

Brent and I were enjoying a perfect Fall evening: Santa Fe Soup, Homemade Pumpkin Pie, Fresh Coffee, Auburn Football, and...wet coffee grounds all over the bed. I'm sure you are confused. Let me back up. Sanibel was outside tonight while I was cleaning up the kitchen. She was scratching at the door so Brent let her in. She went to one of the back bedrooms (she thinks the room is hers). This is very typical of her so we didn't think anything of it. Normally, she takes one of her toys and chews on it while lying on the bed and eventually falls asleep. When I got done cleaning the kitchen, I couldn't remember if Sanibel was outside or in "her room." I asked Brent if he let her in earlier and he couldn't remember either. So, I went outside to check on her, called her name a few times and she never came. Obviously, she was inside. I went to the back to check on her only to find wet coffee grounds ALL over the bed! And she just sat there looking at me as if there was absolutely nothing abnormal about the situation--"Why are you looking at me, I always chew on wet coffee grounds." Brent and I just assumed that she sneaked into the trash while I was cleaning the kitchen, because sometimes I pull the trash can out of the cabinet for easier access. But, we soon realized that couldn't be the case because on the bed was also a coffee filter and our coffee maker doesn't require those. That coffee couldn't be ours.  So who's is it and how did she get it? I assume that since it's windy and tomorrow is trash day someone put their trash out and the wind picked it up and it landed in our backyard. If this is true, that means one of two things:
1. Our neighbors don't use trash bags, they just throw things in the can and roll it to the street (otherwise, how would Sanibel find just one coffee filter?). 
2. Our neigbors do use trash bags and a whole bag was blown into our yard and Sanibel got into it...which also means someone else's trash is all over our yard. And it's too dark and cold to go out and check. 

How did we miss her coming inside with a full coffee filter in her mouth? One thing I know for sure, that coffee better be decaf.  Otherwise, Sanibel will be doing somersaults in her crate tonight. She already acts like she is on speed. I can't imagine what speed plus caffeine must look like. 


Conversations with God

I recieved the following email from my dad. There is a link to a more in depth article at the bottom of the post. 

Be on alert for this book.  Make sure it doesn't end up in your kids hands or home.  
If you have children or grandchildren, work with children at church, or you have neighborhood children whose parents you know, please take note of the information below and pass it along to others. Schools are distributing this book to children through the Scholastic Book Club

The name of the book is Conversations with God.. James Dobson talked about this book twice this week. It is devastating. Parents, churches and Christian schools need to be aware of it. Please pass this information on to church/e-mail addressees, Parents, Grandparents, Aunts, Uncles, Cousins, friends. 

Please pay special attention not only to what your kids watch on TV, in movie theaters, on the internet, and the music they listen to, but also be alert regarding the books they read. 

Two particular books are, Conversations with God and Conversations with God for Teens, written by Neale D. Walsch. They sound harmless enough by their titles alone. 

The author purports to answer various questions asked by kids using the 'voice of God.' However, the 'answers' that he gives are not Bible-based and go against the very infallible word of God. For instance (and I paraphrase), when a girl asks the question 'Why am I a lesbian?' His answer is that she was 'born that way' because of genetics (just as you were born right-handed, 
with brown eyes, etc.). Then he tells her to go out and 'celebrate' her differences. 

Another girls poses the question 'I am living with my boyfriend. My parents say that I should marry him because I am living in sin.  Should I marry him?' 

His reply is, 'Who are you sinning against? Not me, because you have done nothing wrong.' 

Another question asks about God's forgiveness of sin. His reply 'I do not forgive anyone because there is nothing to forgive. There is no such thing as right or wrong and that is what I have been trying to tell everyone, do not judge people. People have chosen to judge one another and this is wrong, because the rule is ''judge not lest ye be judged.'

Not only are these books the false doctrine of the devil, but in some instances quote (in error) the Word of God.  And the list goes on. These books (and others like it) are being sold to school children through The Scholastic Book Club, and we need to be aware of what is being fed to our children. 

Our children are under attack. So I pray that you be sober and vigilant about teaching your children the Word of God, and guarding their exposure to worldly mediums, because our adversary, the devil, roams about as a roaring lion seeking whom he may devour (1 Peter 5:8). We know that lions usually hunt for the slowest, weakest and YOUNGEST of its prey. 

Pass this on to every Believer you know. God bless! And, if you are in doubt, check out the books yourself.
Found a good article concerning this book w/ even more info on Scholastic: 


Going to the Ham

Brent and I took Friday off and we are going home! We haven't been home in a while, at least a month. We are going to be very busy. Thursday night we are going to Ryan's (Brent's brother) middle school football game to see him play in the band. Friday, we are running errands then tailgating before the BIG game (Vestavia vs. Hoover). Ben goes to Vestavia and Brent graduated from Hoover in '02. It's probably one of the biggest, if not the biggest, high school football rivals in the state so it's important that we are there. Ben plays trumpet in the band and it is his senior year so I want to see him toot his horn for the last time. After the game, we are going to dinner with Ashley and Brian. Ashley is one of my best friends from Auburn. If you read the blog titled "My most embarrassing moment, " that moment was at her rehearsal dinner. I haven't seen her since June and I am uber excited about it! On Saturday we are going to Six Flags with my family!!! I love roller coasters and can't wait to get on the Goliath and Superman again. My mom hurt her back a few weeks ago and I'm hoping she will be recovered enough to ride. I need someone to scream with! On Sunday, we are going to Philly family day at Oak Mountain state park. Philly family day happens 4 times a year. My church back home goes to the state park to fellowship, eat good food and play games. The weekend won't be very relaxing, but it will be fun just getting to hang out with people I haven't seen in a while, not to mention not having to work on Friday! Hope you all have a wonderful weekend!


SO tacky!

We changed the lighting in the hall bath tonight and guess what we found behind it??? Wall paper! Pretty 90's wallpaper. Apparently, the previous homeowners painted over the wallpaper, which isn't such a big deal, except when they painted over it they did a stucco like texture. We also can't find the paint color in the garage...so it looks like we will be scraping/sanding down the texture and completely repainting the entire bathroom. Wonderful. Oh yeah, the light fixture doesn't give off enough light. We have to return the 3 light and get the 4 light fixture. It will be a couple of weeks though before we can do it. That's a weekend project and we have something to do the next 2 Saturdays. Looks like we'll be tacky for a while. Maybe I'll get redneck points...Ben? TH?


No more brass!

Brent and I are trying to update the look of our home without spending a fortune. The house was built in 1997 so we have ugly brass lighting fixtures, door handles, and cabinet hardware all over our house that can be blinding at times.  Fortunately, Brent works at a company where he can get plumbing, appliances, lighting, cabinet and door hardware at cost. Brent got the door hardware put up this past week and we worked this weekend to get some of the lighting put up. Brent's family came up to help us do all of the lights...but we decided to spend our Saturday just relaxing instead. As of right now, we have 5 lights up (hallway, one of the bedrooms, 2 outside, and the chandelier in the kitchen). I must say Brent is a hard worker and I am so thankful, but I also must say that he is NOT nice when he is doing any kind of handy work around the house. I thought installing the dishwasher was bad until we hung the chandelier tonight. He was downright mean to me, and he'll admit it. He gave me permission to blog about his bad attitude. It takes a lot to get him stirred up and he has never been ugly to me...until tonight. But I can't blame him, everything went wrong. I think we took the fixture down at least 3 times and had to call 3 people to ask about the wiring becuase it wasn't colored. Brent said "dang it" or "freakin" probably about 15 times. I kept offering to help but was told, "I don't want your help, I just want you to be quiet." And of course, we are sitting here laughing about the whole situation after the fact. No damage done. We still love each other. Here are the before, during and after pictures. 


If I Only Had a Blog

Our First Date
The first 3 songs on our playlist are ones that we liked when we first started dating.

Our first date was on Friday, August 3, 2001. The week leading up to the date, we had been counselors at Kid's Camp with PBC. We had already been talking and hanging out more than usual that summer and had actually planned a date before Kid's Camp, but Brent had to go visit his grandparents in Florida. The last night we were at camp, we stayed up until 3 am in the gazebo talking...not about anything in particular, just talking. I was very surprised by how long the conversation lasted and how easy he was to talk to. We had known each other for 6 years and were in the same youth group, but never actually talked to each other alone for an extended period of time. By 3 am that night, we decided we should probably get some sleep so we parted ways back to our stinky cabins. We confirmed that the date was still on once we got back home and...Brent kissed me on the forehead. I remember being all jittery and thinking "Oh my gosh, he totally just kissed my forehead!" I was head over heels from that point and there was no turning back. The whole week at camp, I had really been in the Word and asking God for guidance for this possible relationship. I specifically remember reading Isaiah 30:20-22, "And though the Lord give you the bread of adversity and the water of affliction, yet your Teacher will not hide himself anymore, but your eyes shall see your Teacher. And you ears shall hear a word behind you saying, 'This is the way, walk in it,' when you turn to the right or when you turn to the left. Then you will defile your carved idols overlaid with silver and your gold-plated metal images. You will scatter them as unclean things. You will say to them, 'Be gone!' " I read this on August 2, the night before our first date and I felt like the Lord was telling me, "This is the way I want you to go Brittany. Follow Me." I know it may sound crazy, but I knew that week that I was going to marry Brent. I was barely 16, but I knew he was the one the Lord designed for me, I knew this was it for me. So...on to the first date.  

We were going to go see "Rush Hour 2", but it was sold out. So, we just rented "Gone in 60 Seconds" and watched it at my house. It was everything but an ideal first date. First of all, I hated the movie because I just can't get into boy movies unless it is funny or has a love story. Second of all, I was exhausted from camp and fell asleep probably 20 minutes into the movie. When the movie was over Brent said bye to my parents and then we went to the porch to say bye to each other. I asked Brent to sing me a song so we could dance. He chose "You've Lost That Lovin' Feeling". Why you ask? We had to sing it for one of the activities at camp and I didn't know it, so Brent taught it to me. I guess it was fresh on his mind. After he was done singing such a romantic song, we began to kiss. According to my mother it lasted forever. I don't know what she is talking about. Apparently, my parents were on their way to bed and walked by the front door and saw us kissing. They didn't really know we were "dating" but my mom  quickly found out why Brent had been hanging around so much. As my mom likes to tell the story, they watched for a little while, but got bored and turned off the porch light and went to bed. Neither of us never knew they were there, but Brent did notice that the porch light was off after the kiss. We didn't think anything of it and he went home. The next day, I was going to the beach for our family vacation. I was listening to the radio with my headphones on and the DJ announced that August is Romance Awareness Month. I thought that was an interesting fact, so I took off my headphones and shared it with my family. My mom wittingly replied, "Is that why you were kissing Brent on the porch with the light on, so the neighbors would be aware of your romance?!" I wanted to crawl in a hole, I was so embarrassed. But it makes a great story...one my mother loves to tell everyone. Regardless of my embarrassment, I will never forget our first date. 


The Definition of "Look"

Look: v., to use one's sight or vision in seeking, searching, examining, watching, etc
AKA something that men do not know how to do

First of all, I love playing Bunko. Actually, I love the fellowship with the other girls. When we first began to play together, we were very serious. We did not waste any time eating dinner because we were so excited to play Bunko! We are still excited to play, but the dinner conversations get longer and longer and the Bunko rounds get shorter and shorter. Tonight a few of us got to talking about how men can't find anything. I can't tell you how many times Brent has asked me where something is and all I have to do is look for it and it's right there. When we first got married and were moving all over the place, packing and unpacking boxes, Brent always assumed I was hiding things from him when he couldn't find something (he still does). There is a pair of black shorts he likes to wear around the house and he could never find them. His only assumption was that I hid them from him...I guess as a joke or something? He is always asking me where his pants are, where his shoes are, where the milk is, where the spaghetti noodles are...I mean, it could really be anything. And it never fails, if he would just look (see definition above) for them he would find them. Here is my theory based on my own experience--and men that read this, if I am wrong please correct me--when men go to look for something, if it is not straight in front of them without moving or touching anything, it must be misplaced, lost or hidden by the wife. For example, if a man goes into his closet to find a pair of pants, he expects to see them as soon as he opens the closet door. He shouldn't have to move any other articles of clothing or even move his feet or eyes. He should be able to see the pants from where he is standing. It's as if he expects the pants to jump off the hangar, walk out of the closet and say, "Have you been looking for me?" If this does not happen, the man comes to his wife and asks, "Do you know where my pants are?" And the wife walks to the closet, maybe moves a few other pairs of pants over, and gets the pants. The husband acts very surprised as if she has performed a miracle and says, "Where did you find those?" And the wife responds, "In the closet, " but is really thinking, "COME ON, did you even look, dufus?" 
Ok now that I have been a little mean, I need to brag on Brent (who agrees with everything in this blog). I have been very busy the past week with all kinds of stuff and Brent has been doing all the housework...cleaning, cooking, laundry. I do have the best husband in the world, even if he can't find ANYTHING! 


New Blog Series

Be on the look out for a new blog series Brent and I are about to start. It will be titled "If I Only Had a Blog." When you read title, we prefer that you to sing it to the tune of "If I Only Had a Brain" from The Wizard of Oz. The series will be on our life before the blog...things we would have told you if we only had a blog then. Some will be funny and there might be some serious ones in there too. I will continue to update the blog like normal because I know I will still have things to say about my current life. But if you see the series title, know it's a must read. We will write whenever we think of something. Some topics to be looking foward to: Our first date, my car and the mailbox, our first 2 months of marriage, the night we got Sanibel, and so on. I don't know if you have noticed, but Brent rarely blogs and this was all his idea! I'm so proud of him, I think it's a great idea. Now, let's just see if he follows through with it. Have no fear, if he doesn't you know I will!


We define abnormal

There is nothing normal about the Wright family (my dad's side of the family). We ALWAYS find a way to have fun when we are together, no matter the circumstance. I love my family(all sides: Wright's, Milstead's, Von Kanel's, Handley's) more than life itself. You have not really gotten to know me until you have sat at the dinner table with my family. If you have had that opportunity, and many have, you understand us and have become family. Our dinner conversations are never normal and I'm surprised that some of us, if not all, have not choked to death due to laughing. Ok...I don't mean to be morbid or wish that on anyone...just trying to make a point. Anyway, I've found some pictures of us. These are just the ones on my computer...there are so many more I would like to share but that will have to wait until I go home again. 

Ben, Sparky and me on my wedding day. Getting Ben to be normal in pictures is impossible.

Ben excited about his Christmas gift: potatoes for his potato gun. 

Not sure how to feel about my Christmas gift: a hubcap for the Camry. It doesn't match the other three. But it sure looks better than no hubcap at all. 

My cousin, Quinton, and I at Kid's Camp 2006. 

Easter 2008. One of my faves. From left to right: Granny Rosie, Leslie, Quinton, Me, Mom, Dad, Ryan VK, Teresa VK (hidden), Katie VK, and Brent.

Easter again. Leslie, Quinton, me, Ben

Dad and me singing "My Girl" at the reception

Granny Rosie and Leslie in the conga line at the reception. Love it!

Doing our best "redneck face." Fort Morgan 2008. From the top left: Dad, Mom, Brent, me, Ben, TH. Bottom: Quinton, Granny Rosie

This is the ultimate. Very typical. Parents, Ben and me at Roly Poly in Vestavia. 

We do know how to smile and say cheese, but it's much more fun to be crazy.

The one picture I really wish I had is one of Pop Pop making his face. If you've seen it, you know what I am talking about. 


Speaking of AU and UA football...

We might be going to both homecoming games. My dad was in the Million Dollar Band when he went to UA and it is tradition for them to come back to the campus every year and play during the pre-game show. Growing up, we always went to the homecoming games and I still enjoy going with my family. I might even wear a crimson shirt. Believe it or not, Brent wants to go! For the tailgating of course, not the game. We also want tickets to Auburn's homecoming game...so if you know of anyone who has tickets to sell (or give away) let me know!!! 


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