And she totally farted.
Hello reality.
xoxo, b
6.06.2013
Good morning
This morning, I gracefully awoke from my wonderful nest of multiple pillows and fluffy warm blankets, smiling sweetly as the last fleeting moments of subconscious dreamworld fluttered from me. With a quick kiss, I shrugged off the loving embrace of my darling husband, and sat up to stretch. With a grateful sigh, I spotted a furry little black kitty nestled up against my thigh. Smiling and shaking my head at just how amazing life can be, I extended my hand to feel the soft purr and warm body of the little runt of the litter, sweet Paris. Unable to restrain myself further, I scooped up the kitty and gave her a big squeeze.
6.03.2013
dells date
Routine happens to be the worst thing that could happen to me. It makes me stir crazy. (& Ben too, kiddos). We tend to feed off of each other and then bam-a-lam the crazy just intensified. And since stir crazy is only healthy for super limited amounts of time...... a spontaneous mini trip was needed. Highly needed. Extremely needed. Required.
So we went back to LM. Met up with Jessica on the Tyranena Brewery patio. Roped my parental units into joining us. Ate Pizza Pit pizza and washed it down with craft beer. All was fine and dandy and wonderful.
Then Saturday rolled around and we were in the car headed to the Dells for an all inclusive night at the Chula Vista resort and waterpark. We stayed in a condo unit, had a hot tub right outside our room, and a short walk across the street brought us to the entrance of the indoor/outdoor waterpark area. Obviously, Ben kept a mental log of what we "spent" on food and drinks while we were free to roam all-inclusive between 4pm and 11:30am. During those hours, we both became accustomed to a........ a certain lifestyle...... one where you flash your snazzy blue wristband, point and wink at the tiki hut boy, and receive a frozen drink before you can comment on the weather. Try that same move without the snazzy blue wristband, and all you get is a request for 8 dollars. And maybe a phone number. If you're Ben.
Sunday we squeezed in breakfast, lunch, and drinks to go before 11:30am. Talk about Cinderella's fancy horse and carriage turning back into a pumpkin and a couple of questionable mice.
The rest of the afternoon, we played in the indoor waterpark and watched all the little kids run around like maniacs. Then we ran around like maniacs, too. It was also concluded that kids are like tiny drunk people: they can't walk straight, get overly excited about the weirdest stuff, scream and cry then laugh insanely within a five minute span, and make and lose friends every hour.
We went down a couple of double tube slides and dun nuh nuhhh my arch nemesis, body slides (in the kiddie section). The last time I went down a body slide, it was at the Golden Nugget pool in Vegas. I freaked out, scrapped up my elbows, and that slide made me bleed my own blood. So I'm not on the best of terms with body slides as a whole.
Then we went on a quick little wine tasting at Fawn Creek Winery, bought a bottle of Cabernet and a "bitch bag" mix, and went on our merry little way back to Milwaukee.
xoxo, b
So we went back to LM. Met up with Jessica on the Tyranena Brewery patio. Roped my parental units into joining us. Ate Pizza Pit pizza and washed it down with craft beer. All was fine and dandy and wonderful.
Then Saturday rolled around and we were in the car headed to the Dells for an all inclusive night at the Chula Vista resort and waterpark. We stayed in a condo unit, had a hot tub right outside our room, and a short walk across the street brought us to the entrance of the indoor/outdoor waterpark area. Obviously, Ben kept a mental log of what we "spent" on food and drinks while we were free to roam all-inclusive between 4pm and 11:30am. During those hours, we both became accustomed to a........ a certain lifestyle...... one where you flash your snazzy blue wristband, point and wink at the tiki hut boy, and receive a frozen drink before you can comment on the weather. Try that same move without the snazzy blue wristband, and all you get is a request for 8 dollars. And maybe a phone number. If you're Ben.
Sunday we squeezed in breakfast, lunch, and drinks to go before 11:30am. Talk about Cinderella's fancy horse and carriage turning back into a pumpkin and a couple of questionable mice.
The rest of the afternoon, we played in the indoor waterpark and watched all the little kids run around like maniacs. Then we ran around like maniacs, too. It was also concluded that kids are like tiny drunk people: they can't walk straight, get overly excited about the weirdest stuff, scream and cry then laugh insanely within a five minute span, and make and lose friends every hour.
We went down a couple of double tube slides and dun nuh nuhhh my arch nemesis, body slides (in the kiddie section). The last time I went down a body slide, it was at the Golden Nugget pool in Vegas. I freaked out, scrapped up my elbows, and that slide made me bleed my own blood. So I'm not on the best of terms with body slides as a whole.
Then we went on a quick little wine tasting at Fawn Creek Winery, bought a bottle of Cabernet and a "bitch bag" mix, and went on our merry little way back to Milwaukee.
xoxo, b
Fake Prom 2013
A Night Under the Stars.... the magical night of Fake Prom 2013.
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| Ben & I (& photo bomber Adam) under the stars |
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| Ben looking especially dapper |
The general gist of this little ditty is everything cliché-- big hair, bad dresses, awkward couple photos, overused theme, slow dances, spiked punch with a fly in it,
staircase group photo, and N*Sync.
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| fake ice cube with a fly in it... the punch was only meant to be spiked, not disgusting |
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| disco Adam and disco ball Brianna playing beer pong |
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| partial group photo under the stars |
The finer details included the voting of Fake Prom King & Queen, and the ceremonial sashay of victory following such a glorious announcement. Due to a glitch in the system, Adam was voted Fake Prom Queen, but was forced to give up the crown to the next female runner up, gothic/punk Jessica.
I don't really know who the Fake Prom King was.... but I do know that he hijacked the Fake Prom Playlist and started playing slow indie songs as the night progressed, which made me Fake Prom upset, because I just wanted to shake my tush to Wilson Phillips and Backstreet Boys all night long. He was also the guy that ended up with 7 stitches in his face from falling onto a radiator.
Fake Prom 2013 will live on in all it's glory, until Fake Prom 2014: Enchantment Under the Sea (working title) rolls around.
xoxo, b
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| staircase photo... and creative use of balloons by Brianna |
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| the crowning of Fake Prom Queen |
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| ladies & gentlemen, your queen! |
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| Fake King & Queen dance |
5.21.2013
Summer? That you?
Welcome to May....
- It may be summer
- Ben may have cancelled our gym membership for a 9 day stint before realizing that is exactly what I wanted and re-instating forced gym-going back into my life
- Paris & Nicole may have emptied a full container of catnip all over the living room floor and rolled around in it until we found them twitching like little drug addicts
- We may be living in this here apartment just until the end of August, and then headed lordy knows where. Stay in Milwaukee? Head south towards Deerfield, IL? Seriously, let's just go West already and live in Vegas for a year?
- I may be finishing a glass of wine and a cup of coffee right now. The wine was going to skunk any minute now. And I make a conscience effort to refrain from wasteful habits, and to have variety in my life.
- Paris has really started to ramp up her under covers exploration missions. She may or may not get squished one of these times.
- Since it's warm out, Ben and I have been taking a lot of walks around downtown, and we may have searched out patio dining the last two nights. Sunday afternoon = Rock Bottom Brewery and Monday night = Belair Cantina
- Thursday nights are ladies' night at Oak. I may have attended.
- Since we live right on the river and I have a self-diagnosed addiction to just how cute ducks happen to be, I may be stockpiling old bread and rolls to feed to those adorable little quacks. Old bread now outnumbers new bread in our household, which seems like an amazing notion, but lame geese outnumber adorable ducks on the river. And I am not about to go and feed those winged devils.
- And finally, FAKE PROM 2013 was a splendid and magical night under the stars. But more on that later. Maybe.
xoxo, b
- It may be summer
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| MKE Riverwalk |
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| warm enough for a grill out |
- Ben may have cancelled our gym membership for a 9 day stint before realizing that is exactly what I wanted and re-instating forced gym-going back into my life
- Paris & Nicole may have emptied a full container of catnip all over the living room floor and rolled around in it until we found them twitching like little drug addicts |
| paris |
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| nicole |
- We may be living in this here apartment just until the end of August, and then headed lordy knows where. Stay in Milwaukee? Head south towards Deerfield, IL? Seriously, let's just go West already and live in Vegas for a year?
- I may be finishing a glass of wine and a cup of coffee right now. The wine was going to skunk any minute now. And I make a conscience effort to refrain from wasteful habits, and to have variety in my life.
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| undercover kitty |
- Paris has really started to ramp up her under covers exploration missions. She may or may not get squished one of these times.
- Since it's warm out, Ben and I have been taking a lot of walks around downtown, and we may have searched out patio dining the last two nights. Sunday afternoon = Rock Bottom Brewery and Monday night = Belair Cantina
- Thursday nights are ladies' night at Oak. I may have attended.
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| Brooke being a rockstar |
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| delivering spirits |
- Since we live right on the river and I have a self-diagnosed addiction to just how cute ducks happen to be, I may be stockpiling old bread and rolls to feed to those adorable little quacks. Old bread now outnumbers new bread in our household, which seems like an amazing notion, but lame geese outnumber adorable ducks on the river. And I am not about to go and feed those winged devils.
- And finally, FAKE PROM 2013 was a splendid and magical night under the stars. But more on that later. Maybe.
xoxo, b
4.30.2013
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
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
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