Embrace Yourself Today

At first I thought it was funny, now I think it is serious....One day I am going to wake up with a black eye, a broken arm, or no teeth. What am I talking about? Oh I'll tell ya what I'm talking about; I am talking about sleeping next to athletes particularly basketball players! Just after Josh and I were married we were laying downstairs watching a movie. He fell asleep and I was dosing in and out when all of a sudden Josh brings up his arms and SHOOTS A BASKETBALL....IN HIS SLEEP! It must have been a 3..On the follow through he woke himself up and realized what he just did...his response, "Don't say A word D...I know"...and back to sleep he went. I laughed for a while at that. A few weeks later after reuniting in France (we were separated from each other for about a month) we fell asleep locked in one another's arms. I was awaken by and elbow to the face..I mean a HARD elbow to the face, I yelped and Josh woke up...his response, "babe I'm sorry, I w...

If you know Josh or me...or both of us you know we love debating. Maybe it’s our drive to always want to be right....maybe it’s our competitive nature....but we love to debate (not only with each other...but anyone!) We have two debates right now...one of which many of you are familiar: The GREAT toilet paper debate (in France the GREAT debate du papi de toilet). First of all let me begin by saying...3-4 squares per use is NOT a lot for a woman....HOWEVER in Europe (because everything is smaller) we seem to roll through TP. So recently that has been a fun debate in the house....pretty sure for my birthday next month I will be getting toilet paper :) lol from my husband Second debate (YOUR INPUT WOULD BE GREAT) COFFEE VS. TEA For the past 3 years Josh has lovingly hounded me about my "coffee intake" because he is concerned for my health. Now by reading that sentence you are probably assuming I drink 4-8 cups of coffee a day....well you would be wrong, try one cup a day if not...

So after talking with my husband's agent, and another "bbal wife" I have decided to make a new blog that is dedicated just to overseas basketball players, their wives and the funny things that they do (acts of ignorance), things that people say (that are interpreted the wrong way) and experiences of living abroad. I cannot resist...I have heard too many hilarious stories that must be shared. Also I think it would be great for the players and wives to realize that they are not "the only ones" feeling, thinking or experiencing certain things. However, I want you guys to be a part of this blog too. Ithink it will make for good laughs! I also think that it could help break down cultural barriers, help with missunderstandings, and bring light to certain stereotypes forced upon certain people groups/cultures/and ways of life. This blog site is under construction right now and will be slow moving. I want to begin by contacting as many players/wives as possible for stor...

My lovely husband was doing what any wonderful husband would do upon his wife's arrival to their new house....he cleaned. He waited to clean the bathroom because it was the worst. It was dirty when he got there...but him being the man he is just showered in flip flops and did not clean it. He described it as disgustingly dirty on several occasions. He spoke of the ring around the tub (which he only added to), the drain that did not drain and of a horrid shower curtain covered in mold. The day before I arrived he decided to attack the bathroom. In doing so he purchased a new curtain, and HARD CORE tub cleaner (thank you AJAX). After hanging the curtain and cleaning the tub he knew he had to fix the drain or it would only get worse with my hair (I shed like a Husky in a Texas summer). This is how I knew it was bad.....Josh called me and said, "D I need to get a screwdriver...a flat head". When he said this I already was nervous because he really isn't the repairman type...

So I arrived today in my new home...it was so easy for me to complain about everything that was different..all the things I am not accustom to. I realized quickly that if I continued my ways I would be VERY unhappy for the next few months. So after the airport was not set up how I liked it (what a stupid thing to be upset about) I made the conscious decision not to complain about anything or at least try very hard not to. Instead of bringing my cultural lenses from the US to here I am deciding to wear my cultural sensitivity lenses..something that is hard for Americans to do because we have been brainwashed to believe that our ways are the best and our ideas are the best. So instead of getting upset at new things or different ways/ideas I am going to keep track of all the things I love more about Europe...let the list begin! 1. I love that cargo carts are free in the airports...i dont have to pay $3 to to put all my bags on a cart...here they are free :) 2. I love that gas stations are...

The following quote is Josh after a 12 hour day in basketball gear (aka spandex shorts) "Man D...I just got outta my spandex and it feels GREAT....pretty sure its how you women feel when you get out of a bra after a long day" Lesson learned: If you want your husband to reconcile with your "beauty pain" stuff them in reallllly tight spandex for 12 hours! Josh and I really like to name things...take for example stuff animals, cars, ect. Upon getting our GPS from our brother we decided we were going to name it. We decided it was best to get to know our GPS before naming it. About 3 hours into a 13 hour drive I decided to ask the if he thought our GPS was a male or female. The conversation went like this: "So Love (thats our nickname), do you think its a boy or girl?" (it had what seemed to be a female or feminine voice which is why I thought he would say its a girl...but he made a different observation that instead got him smacked) Josh: "OH its definit...

So Josh and I just found out in France we will be driving a stick shift....cricket...cricket...if anyone knows me or Josh then they know this is a VERY dangerous thing! We were just joking that we feel like we are 16 again! Josh said to me, "D now that I can somewhat drive we can go on a date...and since I feel like I am 16 again let me ask, will you be my girlfriend?" It was pretty funny. I have been trying to learn to drive a stick shift for about 9 years now...my last attempt with my little sister...I killed the car about 5 times in 20 minutes not bad (for me). However...when stopped on a hill i can't go smoothly. In fact, had there been cars behind me...i surely would have created at least a 3 car pile up. Josh's first attempt was a little funnier. He had never EVER tried driving a stick shift until now. Prior to the day he is supposed to get his car and have his "lesson" with a frenchmen he said, D all I need is a 10 minute lesson and I got this".....

The following is just a taste of what two perspectives may look like: This conversation took place while planning activities to do on our honeymoon. Dori: "Love I want to go like skydiving or something...oooooo we could totally swim with sharks on our honeymoon!!!!!!" Josh: "Um D, no thanks, I want to live a little while longer than a week after we are married" Dori: "Black people don't do anything remotely scary." Josh: "No love, black people don't do anything remotely STUPID..." Dori: "LOL good point, JG:1 D:0. But forreal, the vows say till death do us part...even if that means on our honeymoon !" Hope you could enjoy this laugh, brought to you b D and JG!!!