weekend warrior [part b]

I'm not 100% sure where I left off.... oh well. 

Bachelorette Par-tay in Nashville  

• 5am + coffee + sick Jessica + minimal sleep = 8.5 hour power thru drive to the glorious country capital of the entire freakin' world
• Little black dresses, little tank tops, little hotel room, little party favor pins and "Mrs. Mathews" shot glasses
• Fireball shots + fire-y red lipstick on the "kiss the man" poster = bachelorette pre-gaming
• Bar dancing, booty shaking (I legitimately won a booty shaking contestone night... what?!)
• Big hair, big attitudes, big country accents
• Theme song = Eye of the Tiger. Why? Sometimes magical things like that happen on their own.

And now for the harsh reality: Girls are a gross group when they get together, scream, hug, jump around screaming "I-have-not-seen-you-in-forEVERRR!," and then spend a night or two together in confined spaces. Pillow fights and giggling? More like smeared lipstick, fake eyelashes clinging to life, and no topic frowned upon. But girls already know that. And boys? They should go on pretending. 

Minnesota Bday Bash

mega beer

• This last weekend was a very short trip up to Minneapolis for Bean's birthday. 
• Fancy bacon and chocolate donuts and coffee Saturday morning at Glam Doll Donuts
• Mall of America 6+ hours Saturday afternoon, where I fell in lust with Typo.



B at the Mall of America

• Mall of America also including a fantastic trip through the aquarium where I got to poke and prod water dwelling things. PLUS we took a trip down the underwater aquarium tunnel of awesome which included none other but the apex predator of the seas.... dun nun dun nun... sharks! My tireless educational Shark Week watching on Netflix proves useful yet again.
• German beer hall and one gigantic stein of beer each
• Brianna falling into a 12 foot+ snowbank on our way there... but conquering it on the way home
• Entire backseat of the car to myself on the way home meant that I got to sip my Starbucks coffee drink and knock-off Gatorade and send fat chin Snapchats to all my friends. My lucky, lucky friends. 

Ben in Tampa/Parents on Mexican Cruise/Ben in Boston

• and I was not/am not. Instead, I'm drudging through a Polar Vortex and having dinner with my cats. Because I'm cool like that. 

xoxo, b

merry christmas kiddos

I'm going to be honest, I thought about doing a Pinteresty-lovey-dovey-oh-how-adorbs type Christmas card this year. We clean up nice.

Picture it: Snow gently falling as we tenderly embrace along the lake shore. A sweet kiss on the forehead with the city lights twinkling behind us. Holding hands and looking backwards over our shoulders while cheesing for the camera.  Or maybe a smile-worthy, heart warming mishap with a string of lights, tangling us together into a PG-13 kiss.

Then I realized that's silly. We don't skip around town gazing into each other's eyeballs. Well, not all the time.... and besides, that's what everyone else is doing. Which is lame. Because I've walked around and I hardly ever see people striking a traditional Christmas card pose during my day to day activities.

So I present to you, Ben & Brit's real life Christmas card(s):

cats wearing clothes, cell phone, wine, mess.

Merry Christmas :)

fa la la la la

la la la la

xoxo, b

Car shop coffee

I'm sitting at the auto shop drinking all the coffee while mechanics tinker with the Voodoo so she won't explode. An 8am appointment was close to the stupidest thing I could have ever done on my day off. So now I sit here and peruse Pinterest for crafty ideas that will never come to fruit. Perfect example of what can happen during the critical out-of-bed-but-before-coffee-kicks-in part if my day.

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I was cleaning out my closet the other day, so naturally Ben was unsupervised and antsy in the living room. About ten minutes into my declutter project, I hear giggling. Then the giggling turned to a full blown laugh, and I heard my grown ass husband yelling for me to "come here quick and look at Paris!" Allegedly, Paris wanted a haircut. Ben was merely there to provide the belly chop job for her. 

My kitty looks like a total goonberry. But she sprawled out on his lap and purred the entire time, so I guess it's partially her fault. 

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