I know why..

Remember how I said I was going to savor Thanksgiving weekend throughout the week, well, here I am still savoring it. Landon is always encouraging us to ride the horses, when he rides them all day long, one after the other. After I get on one, and that one tries to buck me off, I stick it out, but then I am usually done for the day/week/month

Lately I have been trying to just write less on my blog, but after noticing from watching other people look at my blog, they are either Brittany readers, Brittany picture lookeraters, or just Brittany once a month brief make sure im still alivers.
So I am going to write, because I struggle with my journal. Heck I rarely write in it anymore. What am I supposed to say. Today I went to class, then to work. I ate a salad. But just a few key things that stick out in my mind.

Landon.
Now he doesnt read my blog ever, so I can say whatever I want about him on here. First off, he gives me rides to class. Then he picks me up. Then he makes me food when I get home from work, or school. He always comes up in my room and checks on me to make sure I am doing okay, am happy, had a good day, and he even tells me to tell him about it. He never talks about his day..not really like I talk about my day.

I also like the fact that he does all the things I don't like to do. Fill up my car with gas..I dont know why that bugs me so bad, but its so .... uhg. I dont know. Probably my least favorite thing to do lately. He is just a treat. Anyway back to the horses. He likes horses, and so do I, but he absorbs himself with them when he gets home. And I like that he does that. Dedicated.

So we went on this fun little, freezing, horse ride. I wore my Huancayo, Peru gloves. I knew those were an awesome purchase. Sorry I should have put on my Peru beanie, but it was in Provo, not Standrod.

He is just the epitome of wonderful. His hat, he just decided he liked it and bought it. Random.
Cowboy with a blue beamer. Yep.
She, her name being 'Precious' really loved me at first. This is Sally's horse. My horse I only let Landon ride, I still need time to adjust from the last episode Annie (my horse) and I had together.
Precious doesn't really respond to reigns. So I was trying to be nice to her, hoping that miraculously she would respond to some kind of direction when I was on her back.
Echo is pretty cute, I admit. She is kinda taller than me...so that ruins some love towards her. Okay, maybe I will drop the taller bit and just move on.
Shad and Rosie. He says he trained her to ride on the back, and he really did. She has made huge progress, thats why I fed her my leftover quesadilla one day. She doesn't really jump up on you anymore, I think that is because Shad had a shock collar on her. And she does chase deer and drive them to break their backs...but she is making some progress. I mentioned this to Shad, and he said, "Ya, but she took down Lad about ten minutes ago" Ok, nevermind then. You see our trusty basketball court in the background, which doubles as a parking area. And a trampoline base.


As I was riding, I took a few pictures. Please do not judge the quality, the crookedness, or the image itself. Just look at these with open perspective.
My home. My room is above the front doors.
My face. Happy now, but give me another hour and I was....struggling.
Now you see why she was so angry. She had a purple bridal! How can a horse function and be normal with a purple bridal? Its okay Precious, I really hate purple too.
The End.
(get it...? ha, if you didn't...go back to health class. And if you didn't get that joke...you don't know Lancy Lou)

Dead

when I go home...I always seem to find dead animals. Always.


See this is a dead deer, (cause of death unknown, but it died in our horse corral) and this is a coyote feeding on it. I had to be sneaky to capture this.

This is the coyote after he heard my brother and dad coming out to shoot him/her, not sure about the sex of the coyote.
This is the cat in my grammas dumpster in Malta, Idaho. Saturday night after sal/echo bball game, this was the main attraction.
Whether it froze, somebody put it in there, or it is stuffed, we will never know because nobody wants to find out. Not worth it.
It is kinda creepy regardless of how it got there.

Yet another reason to visit my home territory. Guarantee of dead exciting animals. Unless you aren't into those things. Dead things.

You are so...

I believe everyone thoroughly enjoyed themselves over the holiday..

Dad, just wanted you to know, you are so special. (special....has special meaning)
Grammy, you are so cute, up close! Wowzer. Cutness.
Cousin Jeffy, you are so tall and handsome!
Sister in law Amanda, you are so buldging right now! Is it because of the food, or the baby in your belly?
Niece Remi, you are so studious to be studying during dinnertime! Goodness I didn't study the entire weekend! Oh you have a little remnant on your shirt, and chin.
Baby sister Faith, you are so pale skinned. But I do enjoy your troll hair, and your name on your belly.
Baby brother Lad, you are so well-kept with your tucked in shirt to your bball shorts.
Baby Lad, you are so irresistably handsome when you drink liquids. (I cannot resist telling you a story here. Lad came up to me with his cup of water later this evening and said, Brit, the water in my cup is white, the water in the ocean is blue. He then walked away without thinking twice about his profound statement. Thank you Matthew Lad, thank you.)
Brother Landon you are so stylish here in your blue plaid.
Brother Landon, you are so kind to eat the leftover rotten cranberry sauce. (In reality, I have no idea what he is eating, so if you are my sibling, and you were there, or if you have any random guesses, please post a comment on my blog and I will honor you with a pat on the upper shoulder.)

Thanksgiving was fun. I like Thanksgiving. My family came to Thanksgiving. I like frog-eye salad. I ate no turkey. I like my sisters and cousins. I like my Dad. I like my grammy.

That was my attempt at writing like a third grader. Have a happy day.

*Love Britters.

Beehive Baazar

So looks like a it is time for a bazaar! Come support my sister Tosha Arnout and her homemade lotions and makeup! Click here! Also other homemade goods! Plus you might see me there and my smiling natural makeup face :)

IT is December 4,5, and 6th! Located at the Women's Center 310 W. 500 N Provo UTAH!

Thursday 9-11pm (opening night!!)
Friday 10-8pm
Saturday 10am-6pm

Don't even think about missing out. Pretty sure a band will be there Friday night, and refreshments served round the clock!

*Love Brittany

I had a little too much....

I had a little too much of a few things this holiday season...But Im not going to say that I didnt like it. All of it.
If Thanksgiving dinner had to be prepared everyday...I would be fat and tired all the time.

If that frog eye salad was in front of me right now, I would be eating it regardless that it is morning and I already ate a large bowl of granola for bReakfast.
I got my full of ECHO this weekend. Didn't you hear? It's a new dish. Echolishous. Except you get full really fast! Jk Echo. Jk. You are a delight, except when I just spent 5 hours in a dress and 2 of those hours in the van and you wont stop pinching and punching me. Then you are not a delight. Sorry but you aren't. And I know you read this. And I know you are smiling. And you need to stop.
There it is right in front of me. I was going to take a picture of my plate, but this year my plate was just a tupperware full of frog eye salad. Fill my belly. I need this recipe from aunt Robin. She is so crafty. She made this and it hypnotizes me and then I eat it. All of it. Forget ham, turkey mashed potatoes, I want this devil food.

Oh look at how she makes the frog eye salad and then smiles like this because she knows she is doing terrible things to our bodies. Terrible like...
This. Frog eye salad will give you hair, and a nice belly.
Whoa! Tyler Heaton! How did you ever manage to get this photo on my camera! Then on my blog? Gross. You are so gross. I experienced a bit too much boy humor this holiday season. Not sure I liked it.
since my camera was filled with TJ's (robins hubby) body parts. Here is his arm. Both forearms look like this. Maybe I will tell that story later.
Just know he eats a lot.
And know he is holding his wife's frog eye salad, in which I wanted so badly to steal from him and run it up into my room and turn my closet into a fridge, so I could keep it there. Im making frog eye salad this week and eating all of it for myself.

OH and I thought I would stop the post here and carry My Thanksgiving weekend posts out throughout the week, and try to savor it for as long as freakin possible.

Awkward..

I was thinking today as I drove to work trying to keep my numb fingers on the steering wheel that I have had some really awkward moments in my life.
Let's just get them out there while we are sitting here waiting for thanksgiving. Keep in mind that I am leaving the embarrassing, life scarring ones...OUT!

1. Spilled milk all over a guest when I was like 12. Then blamed it on a hole in the cup. The cup was glass. I STILL get made fun of for that one by siblings. Let it go? Please...

2. Slid my hand under the glass dining room double doors on accident and my middle finger nail was ripped off, and I screamed really loud and burst into tears and started freaking out by jumping up and down..which wouldn't have been that bad but I was 14 and our hometeachers were teaching a lesson. I still remember my dad getting mad at me for being too loud.

3.I wrecked my bike in the parking lot and that really hurt. And I ripped my pants. Im wearing those pants today.

4. I woke up and got completely ready for school only to find out it was 7PM, not Am. I knew it when I saw my whole family eating food that was far from breakfast food. Casserole.

5. When I got carried away and shaved one entire arm, but didn't want to shave the other one. Then somebody noticed and asked if I had a disorder. Yep.

6. I just thought of a really awesome one, but sorry it is not suitable for readers...but just know it involves a basketball game.

7. When Echo walked in on me naked in my room because I failed to close the doors to my bedroom AND closet.

8. When I told someone I think only nerds wear fanny packs. And he wore one, and he took it all wrong. After this I tried to dig myself out, but gave up.

9. When I wrote my teachers name on the board as Mrs. Turtle, when it was actually Mrs. Tuttle, and then she walked in. I'll never forget that one.

10. And the prize winner, when my friends Aaron, Wes, Lori and I were driving home from flaming gorge and Aaron got a ticket. I then asked the officer if we could snap a picture. He agreed, then he smiled. This my dearest friends was very awkward because he didn't know whether or not to say bye, have a nice trip, or hey I'm a policeman respect me. I think he fell out of character. It may have been more awkward if he would have told me NO you cannot photo me. Anyway...here's the lucky photo.

Be....

THANKFUL
As many of you know I support Proposition 8. I also am an operator for my college. Not sure I want to disclose that information as we try to keep it on the DL. But... hopefully this story can help us all realize how grateful we should be.

The other day I was working during the football game. You know that rival football game that the fans wait and watch for all year. The rival game where one ticket went for 500,000 dollars. You know that BYU vs. UTAH game.



Back to the point of this story. Calls on game days are all directed towards the game. What channel? What channel if I have comcast? What is the score? I even got, what is the weather like in Salt Lake right now? Is the weather affecting their game? How many players have gotten hurt? What did Max Hall eat for lunch? Okay.. I may be getting carried away, but every single question is repetitive and as I try to keep a good perspective about the callers it sometimes is daunting answering the same question 70 times. With that in mind I was put in my place. Extremely reprimanded by a certain caller. The conversation went as follows.

ME: BYU OPERATOR (prepping myself to say the following, Game is at 4, in Utah, on the mountain channel)
Caller: Hi, I am a resident of California and I am sure you don't get many calls from people calling and thanking you for what you have done in California.
Me: I don't believe I personally have received any calls if you are calling regarding Proposition 8.
Caller: Well you guys deserve immense respect, and I would like to express me and my family's gratitude for what you have done for Proposition 8.
(Throughout the call she referred to the church as 'me' specifically, which is not uncommon as BYU does represent The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and as an operator I do represent BYU)
Me: I cannot say that it was me alone, The Church has definitely taken a strong stand and with that we hopefully made a difference.
Caller: Well you did an amazing job, and I am calling to tell you that you made a significant difference, and thousands of non-LDS people in California have so much to thank you for, and I know you are receiving unnecessary and uncalled for persecution, but do not think the world is against you. Most of California is with you and supports and thanks you for all you have done.
Me: (I was speechless, and taken aback, that me being ungrateful for football calls, could not take the time to be thankful for My God, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and the sacredness of marriage between a man and a woman.)
ME: I then thanked her for calling, and expressed gratitude for her support towards the church, and then hung up in awe. Shock and awe.


How could I be so pathetic as to not notice such an important time and be so grateful for my values and my stand on marriage, and that our country was able to fight against the terrible sin in which impeaches upon what marriage is. I am not sure what is and isn't politically correct. But something tells me that having a family in the natural and sacred way and raising the family with values and principles that sustain our economy and society is politically correct.

The leaders encourage us to not be involved in the ongoing debate, because this battle cannot be won by logic alone. I provide a series of links to help better the understanding of the Church's stand on gay marriage, and proposition 8.

All in all, I am thankful for the stance The Church Of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints has taken, I am thankful for California's stance on Prop 8. I am thankful that I belong to a church that will stand and protect marriage with all respect for those who do not believe it its between a man and a woman.

Click on these titles below to read:

First Presidency Urges Respect

Protect Marriage Website

Elder Bednar Quorum of the 12 Apostles for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints

Importance of Marriage between a man and a woman.

Letter from First Presidency of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints

List of Helpful Websites on Proposition 8 and Same Sex Marriage

A position reached after consideration

Oh ps Brooke, I borrowed your shirt this day, don't be mad.

It all began when I enrolled in VA 326. This visual arts class in which consumed my 10am-1pm every Wednesday, became my favorite class immediately. For a few reasons.
1. Brittany Humber-good thing we both have unlimited texting and can talk to each other for free, or else we would be in trouble.
2. Dr. Gray- She is my art professor. She is classic for puns. All day long she gives us puns, sometimes even triple puns. We were making retablos one day, and using bread, she will say something about the day being crummy. We were looking at a picture of shoes and she said, this has some sole. The list goes on. There is an artist whom I can't really remember his first name and I will butcher his last name but it is something like Ceesawn (thats how it sounds but im sure thats not how it is spelled, but work with me) And she said, now we are going to be looking at so and so Ceesawn. Time passed, then she said, 'tis the ceesawn to be jolly'. So basically Dr. Gray is my number 2 reason for this position I have reached.
3. Art. I know I haven't always been this kickin artist but my desire is there and I know with work it can become something better.
4. My granny, I know she will be so happy with this position I have reached.
5. Who doesn't want to go to more school.
So I bet you want to know what this jolly decision is?
I have decided to minor in Art Education. Thanks VA 326 for extending my stay at BYU.

No in all honesty it is only 18 more credits in which I can go spring and summer and also go while I am teaching school if I am not done by then. So I will have my Early Childhood Certification for Teaching, and my Art Education Minor. So I can teach any art class, and teach in the classroom K-3. Problems all solved.

Phase Six of Peru. Phase SIx.

So if you think I am nearing the end of my phases, you are wrong. You are completely wrong. This is still from the first 2 GB memory card. I have 4 more 2 GB memory cards. So Peru may continue for awhile. Maybe I will condense it throughout Christmas break, but I highly doubt it. Highly doubt it. But at least I am to the orphans now.

my camera was such a distraction, im sure the teacher really hated me for it. . . But I was a distraction by myself, i spoke jibberish to them, and I was white, with blonde hair, something they had only saw in movies..probably. I spent some trying times in this room. Def. hard and not so much rewarding, but a learning experience for me regardless if it was for them or not.

Without me. We found them all sitting quietly like this, I was in shock and awe. Shock and awe.
With me!
This was taken on accidental...But its the only one of the lunchroom that I have. Something you need to know about the lunchroom...Dont work in the kitchen if you have a queasy stomach, and don't get sick from hairs in your food or you may have to eat your throw up. Gross.

This is not where I worked, but where Phil and Sam worked...we had the olympics one day.. My team was blue and it was chaos and everyone ended up just popping everyone else's balloons. You may have to search me out in these photos, but I am in the gray..usually my back is to the camera.
These little tots were helping each other tie on ribbons. Funny because they aren't pro tiers. Something I learned very fast from this orphanage is that the kids depend on each other for friendship, parenting, love, guidance, and even food :)
I feel like we couldn't keep up with them, they struggled with understanding rules and structure and organization..but for some odd reason it was super enjoyable in the chaos, and the volunteers would just look at each other, shrug, and keep on tying on balloons.
Can you imagine me speaking complete English, and every once in awhile throwing in some random spanish word? Ya it was terrific.
Phil was super energetic and these kids adored him. Every kid knew who he was, and knew he was the coolest ever, and good at soccer.
The majority of these photos come from Oscar (one of the boy older orphans) taking my camera and taking all these great photos.
I am pretty sure I have ten of these...he was in love with the control of the camera.
This little guy didn't know a word I was saying, but all the same, he made me melt to an ice cream puddle.

Looking back at these photos, so many memories, emotions, feelings and even tastes come rushing back. I loved it, and met so many great people, children who know no means for love, and love you upon sight. Welcome to Peru.