Confessions of a Bibliophile











{June 2, 2009}   It’s a Bliggity Blog

So it’s been forever since I blogged (it seems like I start all my blogs this way) and Nikki G reminds me of this daily. So in an effort to appease her highness, I’m finally going to update.

The Q Wake-Up Crew has a running list of words and phrases that make us uncomfortable, or just words we plain don’t like. It only takes one of us disliking it to get it added to the list for good, and let me tell you, it’s quite a list. It gets mentioned on the air quite often and brought up throughout personal conversations so I figure it is high time that YOU get your very own look at the list. It is as follows:

(settle in and get comfortable. It’s pretty long)

  • Moist
  • puce
  • puke
  • tender
  • panties
  • bloat
  • crabapple
  • heifer
  • goiter
  • caucus
  • qwerty
  • fused toes
  • coup
  • baubles
  • touch
  • gubernatorial
  • pun
  • zit
  • tube
  • Boutros Boutros Ghali
  • bootylicious
  • penetrate
  • baited breath
  • chunky
  • refreshments
  • wag
  • spunkmeyer
  • kumquat
  • nub
  • prancing nude
  • girth
  • yum rockets
  • pimple
  • tudor/tutor
  • squat/squatter/squatting
  • libation
  • horticulture
  • crunch
  • preserve
  • saturate
  • secretion
  • curdle
  • fetus
  • tantilizing
  • cream
  • gulp
  • warm & fuzzy
  • Hawt
  • blasted
  • coagulate
  • gorge
  • ponzi scheme
  • fiduciary
  • bladder

*phew* Did you live through that? I told you it was a long one and it’s constantly growing. We keep The List on a white board in the QMIX studio and at the bottom is the often ignored Awesome Words & Phrases List. It contains only a couple of gems including, tater whittler and Sheboygan.

In closing I leave you with some hotness

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{May 6, 2009}   It’s been a minute

SHAME ON ME! Neglecting my blog like this.

Things that have happened lately:

I went on vacation. Spent 5 days on the lovely beaches of Gulf Shores.

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It was windy…. and then it rained.

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My good pal Steve kept me company while I was there. It’s his fault it rained.

In non Alabama news I bought new shoes! I have been trying NOT to buy these suckers for over a year. I finally gave in.

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AND! I walked into the radio ranch today and noticed that Nikki G had amazing hair. After complimenting her numerous times and being secretly jealous and angry in my brain she told me her secret. head over to her blog to find out what it is!

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Hey guys… remember that time that Nikki G and I aired all of our embarassing celebrity crush dirty laundry all over the QMIX blogs?

Well, Nikki G has a new one. Run and ask her about it. GO!!  🙂



{March 16, 2009}   We’ve Been Starbucksed!

HUUUUUUUUGE Thanks to the Q Wake-Up Crews good pal Carol Barth for bringing us Starbucks this morning. She has amazing timing. Right as getting up at 3:30 was starting to bring me down she showed up with the caffiene! Can anyone say, hero? Nice job Carol and thanks a million!



{March 3, 2009}   Brittany VS Britney

Ok folks, I’m a little ashamed to admit this, but here goes. I REEEEAAAAALLLLY wanna catch one of the shows from Britney Spears Circus tour. I’m actually pretty bummed that there wasn’t a show scheduled a little closer than Chicago. The anti-girlie stuff Brittany Gray is appalled right now. She’s sitting on her high horse mocking and scoffing. I’m gonna go get Nikki G to push her off that horse, because something tells me Nikki wants to go too.

Check out some of this rehersal video… FREAKIN AWESOME

Also, I want to move to Rome and ride a purple Vespa around everywhere. That is all.



{February 10, 2009}   BIRFDAY and sore legggggs.

First of all, thank you so much to everyone who wished me a happy birthday today! It’s been awesome so far.

I’d like to say a special thanks to all the folks at the Columbus Area Arts Council for the wonderful card! A big thanks to the Q Wake-up Crews good pal Hannah for calling to wish me a happy birthday. Thanks to Nikki G and her good pal Sara Wagons for making my morning HI-larious, and last but not least thank you SO MUCH to the Whitfields who took time out of their birthdays this week to bake a lovely cake for Keith Maddox and me to share.

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In other news the QMIX Fitness Challenge started yesterday so it was time for me to stop slacking and get back to working out with Ian and Nikki. It felt really god to be back at it. I felt great when I got home from them gym (if maybe a little wobbley) so I ran around and got a bunch of stuff done instead of lazing on the couch. My legs are feelin pretty angry this morning, but it’s a great feeling. As always, a HUGE thanks to Ian for making me waddle like a duck. =D



{January 15, 2009}   Rebuttle Becomes Embarassment

So I had every intention of this blog being in response to Nikki G’s about that time that she met Larry Bird yesterday. Actually, that’s not true. This was actually just going to be a slight mention thrown in to my previous blog, but it turned into a monstrosity and took on a life of it’s own. Why I am willing to throw this information into cyberspace of my own accord is beyond me, but here goes.

1993 Brittany loved her some country music mens. Looking back I realize that even then I had an odd taste when it came to the fellas. First, the story that spawned this blog is that in 1993 (or the year of I-hate-my-mom-for-making-me-get-this-hair-cut as I like to call it) 8-year-old Brittany had the pleasure of attending a concert at the Louisville Motor Speedway starring none other than Hal Ketchum. Who is Hal Ketchum you may ask? It doesn’t matter. Point is I LOVED him.

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Now, somehow my mom and I worked our way right in front of the stage and through the entire concert Hal sang to me, and he even winked at me once!!! *swoon* After the concert we got a chance to get his autograph and as he was signing my beloved Billy Ray Cyrus shirt (more to come on that later) he said, “Hey! You’re that pretty girl I was winkin’ at.”  It was a good day.

Moving on to the next embarassingly haired fellow that 8-year-old me loved. Marty Stewart. Who? Him:

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Not really sure what the attraction to Marty Stewart was. All I know is that I remember constantly writing his name and pretending it was an actual autograph from him. Also, when I played house he was often “my husband” except my name was Kimberly…yeah, I don’t know either.

A very exciting day in 1993 occured when I went to the mailbox and found a certificate stating that I, Brittany Gray, was in fact an OFFICIAL member of the Alan Jackson fan club. I loved that blonde hair underneath that white cowboy hat, And those uber light uber tight  jeans with the ripped knees he wore, WOOOOOO DOGGIES! Don’t even get me started.

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He’s was so special that he gets 2 pictures! 13 years or so later I was heartbroken to hear that the guy I was dating had a grandma who did not like Alan Jackson. Baffled I asked him the reasoning behind this madness. Apparently Mr. Jackson was quite rude to her when he was employed at the KMART in Newnan, Georgia.

And finally we come to him. The creme de la creme. The love of 8-year-old me’s life. I had and ENTIRE WALL devoted to this man. I had a t-shirt with my picture photoshopped right next to his so it looked like we were standing side by side. I think I may have cried when I got to go to his concert. I’m talking about none other than the one and only Achy Breaky Heart, Billy Ray Cyrus

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Those 2 pictures were two of favorite, but they are only the tip of the mullet. Now, I have a confession to make. 25-year-old Brittany would still drop everything and run away with Billy Ray . If you ask me he’s only gotten better with age.

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‘course 25-year-old Brittany is still convinced she’s gonna grow up and be Reba McEntire.

There. Confession over. Strangely enough I do not feel better.



{January 15, 2009}   Overcaffeinated *twitch twitch*

So I bought a coffee pot to bring into the station, because lets face it. When your alarm goes off at 3:30 a.m. sometimes you need a little kick start to get the ball rollin’. For some reason or another I’m crazy geeky excited about it. So excited in fact that I drank too much coffee this morning. In an effort to not be that person that runs all over the office doing nothing of purpose while distracting everyone else from their jobs I’m attempting to channel my jitters into my blog. Here’s the new caffeinator (and a pastey thumbs up from me. So pastey, in fact, that the flash just reflects off my skin)

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Disclaimer: No matter what the coffee pot tells you, it is NOT 4:01 p.m. It’s 10:08 a.m. I just haven’t figured out how to set the clock yet.

Here’s the threat decoration I added to the top:

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The last communal coffee pot I brought in was left on for 6 days. I ‘spect that won’t happen again.    🙂



{January 13, 2009}   Nikki G: She can’t keep me down

Todays horoscope: Someone in the office has a different agenda than you do. It’s to ground every project you initiate. Take care with all your colleagues, until you’re sure who your evil air traffic controller is.

I’m already sure that the evil air traffic controller is Nikki G!! Sure, I have no proof and this morning was a whole lot of fun, but I’m still sure it’s her.

In other news, we were talking this morning about Tony Dungy and Nikki mentioned that something she always respected about him is his opinion on fatherhood and how it’s more important that just being a donor. That brought to mind a commercial I saw the other day that was pretty much the best thing I’d seen in like, forever. Cracked me up. Cute funny commercial with a good message. So I dug around the interwebs and found it so Nikki could watch it, and now I give it to you. Adorable.



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