30 day challenge

Finished my 30 day challenge.

Here are the sweet nuggets of truth I've discovered while on this 30 day business:

1. I can come up with multiple hairstyles

2. I don't appreciate being told what to do. What If I just want to wear another ponytail because I'm not feeling inspired or maybe I don't want to spend time dinking around because it's my day off and I'm rockin sweat pants and doing laundry?! WHAT THEN 30 DAY CHALLENGE? What then?!

3. Why the H E double hockey sticks would I want this many photos of myself?!

4. That pretty much sums it up.

xoxo, b

bad to the bone

Yesterday, we finally went to the Harley Davidson Museum. My mom, dad, Branners and Adam met up with me and Ben and we explored the history of badass.

old propaganda poster:
"60 out of every 100 children born to-day
are doomed to death or injury
in traffic accidents!" Dramatic much?

I liked seeing all the old photos of downtown Milwaukee, and the off-the-wall advertisements and posters.


It was also pretty sweet seeing how the bikes today are welded together with machines... made me think of Transformers.



The best part was playing... ahem sitting... on all the different bikes at the end of the tour. 

Ben as Evel Knievel

bad to the bone

My mom, the speedster



Branners making "vroom vroom" noises. Bad, badass.

a double-whammy two person bike: "King Kong"

typical badasses

Ben pretending to run over my dad with a motorcycle. Badass.

After we finished up at the Museum, we headed to Trocadero for a burgers and beer dinner. We ate until we were near the point of explosion, mom started laughing so hard that she snorted, Ben wondered [again] what he had married into, and no one stole glassware.


I say we count this one as a win.


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Bucks vs Heat......with A-Rodgers

In other news, Ben and I went to a Bucks home playoff game with one of his coworkers. The Bucks played the Heat and lost, BUT Aaron Rodgers was there. And he was sitting straight ahead of us, approximately 1.28 sections. Soooo, he was there, I was there.... we were there together. No big deal.


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Randy Houser

The Randy Houser concert at The Rave was pretty sa-weet! A $9 Bud Light poured from a can to a plastic cup is not sa-weet. Yeah, no.

On a side note, this is one of the coolest kids. Ever.     Going Out With My Boots On  and rocking out in the car



xoxo, b

Randy Houser

I'm going to the Randy Houser concert tonight!! With my lady friends. No Ben, because Ben is lukewarm on country music. I've been trying desperately to make him understand and love country for the last nine years, and slowly-- painfully slowly-- he's accepting it. Not attending a country music concert accepting, but know a few songs accepting.

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Ben and Paris slept in today. Which is great because Paris was pinned down and therefore not able to slap my face and pillow-jack me.



xoxo, b

Double-o 7

I've finished Mythbusters on Netflix. Yes, my world is crumbling around me.

In what I thought would be a desperate and futile attempt at finding a new tidbit to tune into, I ran across the old 007 Bond films on the Netflix. JACKPOT!!!!!!!!!!
 
*In order to even partially understand what follows, one must be aware of a little game Ben and I play with each other. The I can't even phase you anymore game.     Rules are simple: Catch the other person off guard with ridiculous words or actions to see if you can make them consider the possibility that they married a lunatic.


So anywho, we've started the James Bond movies from numero uno. Ben was thrilled by my fantastic sleuth skillz (with a "z") of finding such Netflix fun. He was so thrilled and immediately into spy character that he screeched out the James Bond theme song and bit me. On the ass. I honestly wish I could claim it was some type of sexy experience. But some weirdo biting thru your flannel pajammie pants while yelling "dun nun nun nuuuuh!!!" in James Bond style while you try and figure out what the heck is happening? Nah, not so much.


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baby blanket!



I made a baby blanket!

Whoohoo marvelous creation with such character.... aka a few patches of consistently inconsistent stitching.

Psssh whatever. Baby needs to know that life ain't perfect. Aunt B may as be the one to teach that valuable life lesson in the form of a comforting and freakin' awesome blanket






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new beast mode glass

I received a pretty cool glass to add to our collection. Beast Mode, welcome to the fam!

Perfect for summer baseball season (go brewers) and cold beer

Thanks Schmev!



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Here's a little known fact.... I have road rage and relatively poor parallel parking tendencies.



Here is an example of my most recent parallel parking job. It's close enough to 8 inches, or 1 foot, or maybe 4 inches? from the curb... knowing those details is apparently half the battle....We were just running inside for some caffeine... otherwise I would have used my road rage to get the job done right. Or at least better. Ugh screw that.


Parallel parking is for fools.



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Guess what I found under the fishie tank. More Mardis Gras beads.


Whaaaaaaaaat?! why.


If you want them, you may have them.




 xoxo, b

Inception

I had a dream within a dream last night. I know-- Inception. That's what I thought, too.

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This weather is so depressing and cold and lame.

This morning, my goonberry husband bounced out of bed today and yelled "Is it too early for a beer?!" then had a giggle fit. A very manly giggle fit of course. I believe the poor young lad is having a bout of cabin fever.

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I think we are going to go to Vegas in June. Seems like a solid notion.

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I'm still doing this silly 30 day hair shhht. Lost all interest, but I'm close to completion sooooooo........... apparently that's a good enough reason to stick with it.




xoxo, b

if you seek britani

In a land before this blog, there was another blog. It was a starter blog. It was Britani's very own blog. It was named after a Britney Spears song. It was: If you seek Britani.

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I cleaned out our storage locker the other day. It was intense and terrifying and at the very end, strangely beautiful. It also surfaced a few issues with my husband's hoarding obsession. We have 5+ boxes of Maris Gras beads. I do not know what genius idea he has for them, but I'm thinking baby shower gifts. Baby's first beads. I'm going to get ahead of that trend.

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It's almost time to move again, and since we are working on becoming competent adults, the search for a new place has already commenced. Lease is up June 30th. Start the timer. Last year, we found a place 1 week before moving. Actually.... we found the place, visited the place (separately because stupid work hours), signed the lease and moved within 1 week. Ridiculous.



xoxo, b

30 Day Challenge

April is 30 day challenge month at work. We have to do something different or add something to our daily life that we've been putting off or want to try or I dunno.

Take a daily photo. Eat a piece of fruit each day. And I decided to try 30 different hairstyles. I'm halfway thru, and lack of ideas is not a problem. My problem is committing to a style, taking a picture, and knowing that I can't use it again until the month is done. Talk about commitment-phobia.


xoxo, b

Highlights

Last night, I highlighted my hair at home. Nicole sat in the sink and watched me, because she's girly and likes doing her hair/make-up/nails. Naturally, as any cat would.

Anywho, I dropped a little glob of bleach concoction on her head. In conclusion, we both got highlights.

Ben just shook his head when he found out. Shook his head because he couldn't believe how stunning we looked with our highlights. Typical man.

xoxo, b

Paris & Nicole

Here's some pictures of our cats-- Paris & Nicole. Because they are so zany, and this is my blog, and those are both really great reasons.

xoxo, b

ants in my pants

I have some serious ants in my pants.

I'm am in desperate need of an adventure. Which makes me a desperate lady. And desperate ladies do strange and wonderful things, like make a Master Plan on how to leave the area for the weekend:

Master Plan Step One: Finish your bag of discounted Easter candy fun sized Snicker bars in true breakfast of champions style

Master Plan Step Two: Watch a little 30 Rock while eating breakfast of champions to get your creative juices churning

Master Plan Step Three: Find a partner in crime. Getting in the car and heading out by your lonesome is only fun for so long; you need to have at least one other person to create a car air rock band. Besides, solo travel would get you Brit-napped and sold to a shady individual who would cut out your kidney and leave you in a bathtub of ice with jagged stitches which make you think "hey, I doubt he had sufficient medical training to perform such an invasive surgery." And that would be a hard truth to swallow.

Master Plan Step Four: Find a location within traveling distance for a three day weekend. Or a two day weekend. Or an overnight trip. Or a fancy daytrip. In all reality, whatever you can sink your talons into at this point.

Master Plan Step Five: If all else fails, put on the Discovery Travel Channel while you ball up and silently rock back and forth while gentle sobs and glistening tears escape from your body. You can't win them all, kiddo. How terribly depressing.


Luckily, I believe myself to be rather persistent when it comes to matters such as these. There WILL be fun.

xoxo, b

Easter weekend

First off.... Ben & I have been dating for 9 years. Nine. El nine-o! What a crazy little whirlwind of high school proms, two fluffy black kitties, dinner dates, road trips, inside jokes, and all that gooey lovey-dovey stuff, too. In one year we will be joining the decade club

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Ben's strange sleeping position

Good Friday Ben and I drove back to LM for our traditional Good Friday bonfire. I love bonfires and summertime! And I swear, summertime is [probably] coming...








Saturday was a lot of hanging around and watching basketball games. Ben may or may not have won our little bracket bet; I will be demanding a recount.



Ben made friends with my parents' cat, Sam



exploring the partially frozen Rock Lake

Easter Sunday, we went out to a little white, country church. Makes me miss small town life a bit



Sunday afternoon, Brianna and I made some AMAZING colored eggs complete with Disney princess stickers. I like to think of myself as a new aged Van Gogh.

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Today is Brewers opening day!! Here comes baseball season!!

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we clean up nicely

Ben & B

xoxo, b