My Favorite Video of 2012!

I’m just going to come right out and say that if I could tailor my perfect relationship, it would look identical to this video. It’s perfect because it’s full of blooper-esque moments. That’s really all I have to say.

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New Year’s Eve

New Years Eve

New Years Eve

As the new year approaches, we all have a tendency to look back upon the previous year. We remember the good times, and the bad times. If we are lucky, the good outweigh the bad. I was blessed to have a majority of good times. I can’t honestly say that I know where the year went, however. It seems like just yesterday that I was toasting to 2012. There are friends that I made this year that I could swear I have known a lifetime, although it’s only been months. There are also friends that were closest to me that have now almost become strangers. I know that this is a part of life, but it doesn’t make it any easier.

In a year, we may fall in love, or at least think we have. We may also have people fall in love with us, and feel terrible when we can’t return that feeling. We might lose a loved one, or welcome a new one in to our family. We might start a new job, only to quit a month later and run away to L.A. and Vegas for a week. Yes, I did that. It sounded like a great idea at the time, and I had a blast, but I am still paying for it now. Literally. I can never forget those memories I made though, so I just thank God for the times that I had, and move right along. My point is, that many things happen in our lives, but it’s all a part of what makes us who we are.

Last night I found myself alone in bed, realizing that I was in a place I never thought in a million years that I would be. Four years ago I left a six year relationship, and I have been single since. I never imagined myself as a single woman, living alone, and in Texas, no less. It was last night I came to terms with the fact that I was a million miles from where I thought I would ever be. But you know what? I am exactly where I belong. I can’t wait for 2013 to happen, and to see where I am a year from this moment. I would be willing to bet it’s another million miles from where I am now, but still, somehow right where I belong.

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A Life Not Quite Like The Movies

First lesson this blog has taught me… It doesn’t take any time at all to have your first, “I like you so much I don’t know how to think”, blooper. I think we all have that one person in our lives that we like to the point where we just embarrass ourselves at every turn. I know I do. There’s comes that point where they ask you to do something (even something small), that you know you would never on Earth do for anyone else. After you agree to do it, you want to slap yourself and say, “what the Hell are you doing? You look so desperate!” The second you agree to do it, you are left wanting to take back every word that came out of your mouth, or that went out across your iPhone.

Now, most, if not all, would say that I am over-thinking this situation. It’s not that big of a deal to do something for someone that you like. I would say to those people, “you are absolutely right.” I over-think absolutely EVERYTHING, but that’s another part of what makes me who I am.

Let me tell you a little story to explain how the smallest favor can turn in to an embarrassing moment. There’s this guy I like. He’s awesome. He’s funny, smart, kind, super cute, and everything else I have ever wanted in guy. There is only one little problem. I am a hell of a lot more into him than he is to me. Do I think he likes me just a little? Yeah, I think so, but not in the way I wish he did. With that bit of background, I can now put everything together.

The night I started the idea of this blog I was up until all hours of the night, just thinking of different things I could talk about. I had been texting back and forth with the guy I like, earlier, but we had since stopped. At almost 2:00am he texts me to tell me he got off from work early (he works late hours). So me, being oh so slick, I ask him if he wants to come hang out and hear about this new blog I am going to start (there is a point in this story where this becomes ironic). He tells me he has to leave for the airport at 7:00am, which is in just a few hours. Then he says something that I am not expecting, he tells me I can come to his place.

This is when I think my heart stops. Until this point, we have only ever hung out at my place. I had once picked him up and dropped him off at his place, but we had never just spent time at his place. So, even though it was 2 in the morning, and I would never go to just anyone’s house at this time, I get up, get dressed, and head over to his place. I know you are probably thinking, “what a stupid woman, that is a classic booty call.” I will defend myself at this point by saying that our relationship is not of that nature. Anyway, I go over there and talk to him while he packs for the airport. While I am there I offer to take him to the airport. I would have offered for any friend, since I was already there, but I won’t lie that the thought of dropping him off at the airport had a romantic connotation in my mind. I imagine dropping him off and he looks into my eyes before he hugs be goodbye, and realizes at that very moment that he loves me and the thought of leaving me leads him to shed one single tear. Yeah, those are the kinds of things I think about.  After he was all packed, we cuddle for about 15 minutes then head out.

If you knew this guy, it would come as no surprise to you that we are running late. We jump into my car, and I notice that I am low on gas, but not so low that we won’t make it to the airport. I decide that I will let him drive because I don’t want it to be my fault if we are late. He puts the pedal to the metal and we get to the airport just in time. We hug and kiss on the cheek and off he goes.  I get back in my car, so pleased to have had a semblance of a romantic moment, and I drive about 3 miles. Then it happens, no, he doesn’t come running after me to confess his love, my car runs out of gas. Seriously, I run completely out of gas. Here I am at the airport in a 40MPH lane on a hill, (meaning I can’t possibly push my car out of harms way). I put on my hazard lights, and my seat belt, in case someone rams into the back of me, and try to figure out how I am going to get gas.

After many attempts to call airport security, and other tow companies, I decided to call a friend of mine who was awesome enough to get up on his day off, since it is now only 6am, and bring me gas. After about an hour, two nice gentlemen come and push my car out of harms ways, and a half an hour after that, my friend shows up with gas.

During all of this I am texting the boy that I like, and he seems genuinely concerned, but what can he do, he’s getting on a flight. In hind sight, I think I should have never told him about it, because it’s embarrassing. How can a guy ever take a girl seriously who can’t even fill up her own gas tank?  Things like that only happen to me, I swear. Here I am reveling in my romantic airport movie scene, and my car runs out of gas. Bloopers happen to me on a daily basis.

Here are the lessons I learned. First of all, when someone you like asks you to come over, you can do so, as long as you have a full tank. Second, I learned that there are those friends that no matter what, when you need them, they come to your rescue, and they are better to have around than any crush you could ever have. Finally, I learned that no matter how hard I may try, my life is not a romantic movie where things are just super duper adorable. But, I have come to find that I am okay with that.

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The First Bloop

As we all know by now, life is made up of events. The good, the bad, the funny, the sad, and the slightly embarrassing. I would venture to say that I have a large file of embarrassing moments, but I love to tell a good story, so I don’t mind. This blog is titled “Britt’s Bloopers”, but it’s not just about the funny or embarrassing things that happen to me. It’s about life in general. My life, uncensored. After all, bloopers are just those moments that weren’t supposed to happen. They just happen to be funny. These are my moments, as they happen.

The compliment, (and I use the term loosely, yet proudly), that I get the most, is that I am “really something else”. I know I have a different sense of humor, and at times I am a bit awkward, but  also know that’s what makes me who I am. I often say what’s on my mind, even if I sound silly, and I wear my heart on my sleeve, accepting all possibility of it getting completely broken. And then I whine to my best friend about how much it sucks to care so much. That’s me.

I want to share with you the things that I think, and care about in my own style of humor. My sense of humor is something that has helped me cope with many things in my life. I have realized that in everything that has ever happened to me, good or bad, I have always been able to extract some type of blooper. Some of the things I talk about may teach you what NOT to do, and others, may show you a new way to look at a situation. Whatever the case, I hope that sharing my bloopers with you will help someone in some way. Think of this blog as your best friend. Someone who will tell it to you like it is, but hopefully, also make you smile even in the most uncomfortable situations.

Please feel free to share your moments, or feelings with me too. So much of what make blogging fun is talking to other people. :)

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