Recent Events

Have kept me away from you, my loving, probably imaginary, faithful blog followers. I lost a very special relationship, I am in limbo in a growing friendship, and I am altogether, a mess. I feel shattered and sad, but there's one thing I am not: hopeless.
As I have said before, I believe that I am a light. I'm not just a glow stick or some tiny nightlight, but a lighthouse, or one of those cool spotlights the fairs wave around in the dark sky when they come in to town. I illuminate everyone around me. I try to make everyone happy. Or... on my bad days, I just try to not make anyone unhappy. I feel that's heroic of myself, because sometimes I just want to call everyone a stupid head.
But imagine if that light went out. Who would my kids look to? How would my family fill the gaping dark hole I left as a sister, daughter, cousin? I can't afford to be hopeless. I have too many little cousins, too many friends, too many imaginary bloggers to let down. I have to keep hope, hope that it will all work itself out. Hope that I will be able to move on. Hope that everything and everyone goes in the directions they should.
So, even with the slightly fake smile on my face, I'm proud. I'm proud that I didn't lock myself in the bathroom this morning. That I managed to get my kids dressed. Proud that I didn't forget to pick up formula for the fat baby Rhyssie. Even when I am feeling down, I try to find the silver linings. Because I think that the people I have surrounded myself with deserve the best me I can give them. I don't want to be the cause of anyone's unhappiness, just part of the solution.
That's good, right?

Well, I think do alright.
:)
Til next time.
-B

Nothing of consequence.

I am doing nothing interesting, I am sitting at my desk, eating a giant chocolate muffin that probably has enough calories and carbs to nourish a starving child in Africa, but it is so good.
So good.
Mmmm.

So, Reed is taking Leslie and I out to lunch today. Yaaaaaay. We are so excited.
Probably going to Mr. Gatti's! yayyyyy.

Moving on....
This weekend I'm going to try and take Rhyssie girl's pictures for her invitations. Because, she's turning one and her party is in like, four weeks and I should probably get those designed, printed and sent out.
It's one of those weird "my baby is growing up" moments that I usually get all emotional and cry about, and I think it's 10 times worse with Rhys because as of right now, and the direction my life is headed, she's going to be my last baby.
Because I'm a crazy ass white lady and I want four children, because I am obsessive about even numbers. But in order to have another baby I have to find an acceptable candidate to be Mr. Brittany 2.0 and future father of my last baby. That's actually a lot harder than it sounds, so I've just quit trying, so I'm either going to have just three kids, or I'm going to run into mister right. I'm banking on the first.
Idk, that or I'll go hunt down Ian Somerhalder...

because... yummmmmm.

that's right, I'm a fangirl. I love Vampire Diaries. I started it right after Christmas... and watched all Four seasons from Netflix in less than three weeks. Right... So I have a really addictive personality. I blame my biological father, since he's easiest to blame. We'll talk about that whole crockpot of weirdness at a later date.
Well... I'm going to go get ready for a meeting I have in five hours, because I have nothing else to do.

Stay awesome ;)
-B

Sweet harmonious happiness.

Since I'm in the DJ business, you probably assume that I am obsessed with music and you'd be correct. I love the rhythms, the counter melodies, the lyrics. Music seems to follow me where ever I go and magically matches my mood, so I like to pretend that Music and I are best friends. It's a sentient being, not just something some guy thought up in front of a piano, it evolves and can change someone's mood in an instant, carrying memories. So, that weirdness all being said, let's move on to songs that make me smile and things that, well, pretend to be songs.

The Good Ones

1. A Great Big World ft. Christina Aguilera - Say SomethingITS SO SAD BUT ITS SO PRETTY. Once, I played this for three hours straight at work. It took Leslie a while to realize it, and then she told me it was depressing. Awesome. listen to it here
2. Timbaland ft. OneRepublic - ApologizeAnd generally, anything by OneRepublic, actually. But Apologize holds woman empowering breakup sentimental value. Basically, after being cheated on, lied to and left by my exhusband, I'd play this one. Loudly. A lot. click here to hear it.
3. Jason Mraz - I Won't Give UpIt's just a great song, I love the dynamics, the harmonizing choir thing in the back ground, the general emotion in the song. LOVE IT. hear it here.
4. George Strait - Check Yes or NoNo good song list is complete without George. And this is one of my favorite songs by him. If this was my Mema's song list, you'd see 10 George Strait songs listed. Check it out
5. Daniel Powter - Bad DayBecause let's face it, we've all been there, and we just need to yell-sing this at the top of our lungs with the car windows down while rocking out and expressing all of your crappy day pent up emotions. Having a bad day? Go sing it here
6. Elton John - Your SongI love the lyrics, I love Elton John. I actually fancy Ellie Goulding's cover of Your Song, too. It's brilliant. Click here for Elton and here for Ellie.
7. Train - 50 Ways To Say GoodbyeTrain is another one of those artists that continuously puts out music that I can't help but love. I've never met a Train song that I've disliked. I especially like the multiple ways he kills this girl. It's great. Listen here!
8. Imagine Dragons - DemonsAnother catchy one, but it also is one of those songs that makes me feel like it was written just for me. Another one I sing at the top of my lungs. Click here to enjoy ;)
9. Bill Medley - (I've Had) The Time Of My LifeSweet little baby Jesus, I love this song, mostly because I am obsessed with Patrick Swayze's nose crinkle during the dancing number in dirty dancing, but also because it's sweet and lovey and makes me happy. For the last dance (& nose crinkle) click right here.
10. Tim McGraw - My Best FriendClassic. Even with his awful grammar and his awesome twang, it makes me happpppyy. Go listen aqui.

The Not so Good Ones

no links because I don't want to torture you.

1. Justin Bieber
Just everything by that shasta. Geez, I can't stand that guy or his weak excuse for music.
2. Carly Rae Jepsen - Call Me Maybe
Yes, it's catchy, and yes, I will sing it every time it comes on the radio, and probably many days after. But jeebs, it has the lyrical complexity of one of my four year old's songs, the music isn't great, and after four or five hours of it being stuck in your head, it grates. GRATES.
3. Rebecca Black - Friday
Obvious reasons.
4. Black Eyed Peas - My Humps
I'm sorry, but I just can't. I love the artists, hate hate hate the song.
5. Corey Hart - Sunglasses At Night
I literally felt my IQ dropping every second I listened to it.
6. Death Cab for Cutie - I Will Follow You Into The Dark
I'm sure there was lovey intentions behind this, but honestly, it's just weird and depressing. I can recognize it by the first few bars of music and immediately change the station. I can't stand it.
7. Billy Ray Cyrus - Achey Breaky Heart & Achey Breaky 2
Really, the first was awful, adding mediocre rap to it just made it weird.
8. Sisqo - Thong Song
I didn't t it when I was younger. I don't get it and I'm older. I just don't... I don't know.
9. Eddie Murphy - Party All The Time
It's just a dumb song. I'm really his venture out into music was short lived. Much better actor & comedian.
10. Mozella - Manhattan
"I don't care what you think... I'm moving to Manhattan." Good for you sweetie, I don't think there are many record companies there, so be my guest.

There you go, the ups and the downs of my playlists.
I have way more, but these are the ones that popped into my head first, so I guess they're the ones that my brain thinks are the best and worst. Let me clarify, though, they are in no particular order!
Let's all sing about hump day!
la la lauve you - B.

I'm So Boring

I wish I could tell you about my awesome weekend, but it mostly consisted of going to the drive in with the rugrats for Valentine's Day (we watched the Lego Movie, which I will admit, wasn't as terrible as I thought it would be. The kids really liked it. The second feature was Winter's Tale, and I have to be honest, I didn't get it. My mom liked it, though.) Saturday we went to my mom's church to eat spaghetti and listen to really echo-y music (it was in a gym, terrible acoustics, so it was hard to understand. The bread was good though.) and Sunday, I waited a really long time for my little cousin's boyfriend + my little brother to change all the brake pads on my car, and spent it at Mema's house doing lots of puzzles and looking on Etsy for Rhys's birthday outfit, since that's in a month. Literally a month. Today my baby is eleven months old. WAHHHH. :'(
So, as you can tell, I'm super social and whatnot. Actually, not really, but whatever, I didn't have to work!
Yesterday, I knocked out my entire week's worth of work, picked up a pink eye baby and dropped her off with my awesome Mema, came back to work, and then folded a bunch of drape panels (oh, the glamour of working in the event business!) with Cody while he quizzed on music artists and I complained to him about the book he gave me on Friday. He was in a relatively good mood, so I got a few smiles and a little laughter, and I swear to sweet baby Jesus, an almost-compliment (because he doesn't have a soul, and doesn't actually compliment anyone.)
And, for the record, Cody agreed to the fact that I am less stupid than most people, and then said I am tolerable 80% of the time. It's like we're almost friends are something! :D
(I told him I was going to write about it in my diary, and my blog is the closest thing, so there you go, world wide web. Enjoy that sideways smiley face that he bet would be next to his almost compliment. Enjoy every second of it)
After tedious drape folding, good conversation, and a meeting with a pretty cool lady and her MAN of Honor, I ran to pick up my kids from daycare, went to Walmart to cash my check (curse government/bank holidays!) bought formula and a few other necessities (Like Sherlock Season 3) then ran to chick fil a to get the kids their chicken nuggets before sitting in a line at walgreens for an hour to pick up Xia's antibiotics (ear infection :( booooooo!) then going through the Taco Villa line to get Kyle a bunch of lettuce-less soft tacos. I finally went home to a sleeping baby on a sleeping brother, got the kids in bed, then immediately fell asleep myself. At 8. 8pm. I don't know what's wrong with me. I really don't.
And now, I just got back from lunch with two completely insane wackos that I call my my best friends, which is good. I could use some roomies when we all get towed away to the looney bin. I'm actually supposed to be in a meeting with a pretty high end bride, but she rescheduled, so I'm left with downtime. I could be pinning on the company's pinterest (pinterest.com/boydsevents) or playing with our facebook (facebook.com/boydseventswtx) or pestering people about submitting their monogram designs, but instead, I'm being completely useless. I shouldn't really even be paid for this twenty minutes of time of "blogging" and listening to my completely awesome Pandora station. But I'm still answering the phones and emails, so I think I'm doing just fine.
I think I might even have a date on Friday! :)
I think my next blog will be about the best and worst songs ever. It should be fun.

Stay crazy!

-B

Vday

I am not a strong believer in Valentine's Day. I think it's completely useless, because if you love someone, you should show them throughout the year, and not just on February 14th. But even so, I made sure that my kids' classes' Valentines were all perfect and adorable with just the right touch of being awesome. (Thank you Pinterest! But I forgot to take pictures, booooo.) I got up early to get them dressed and cutesy and early to daycare.

<<notice! Half of this post will not make sense due to the fact that I am an idiot and deleted my "google" pictures off my phone, and actually they were my blogspot pictures... so now there are just weird blank spaces. my bad!>>

After I dropped them off, with their Capris Suns, oatmeal cookies and Valentine's cards/goldfish (it was a process, a long and heavy process) I zoomed over to Albertsons to get fruit for my boss's wife's Valentine's present. Hahaha, gotta love fruity Valentines. We're so funny.

Leslie picked up bossman's present, We're not sure how much he likes muffins, because he weighs as much as my four year old and he's always on a strict diet. I am never on a diet. I am currently eating my way through a dozen lofthouse sugar cookies. The good ones, all soft and stuff. Like eating clouds. THEY'RE ADDICTIVE, I TELL YOU! Like crack. My family actually just calls them crack cookies. They are so bad nutritionally speaking, but they are soooo goooood. Any who, Leslie's reason for muffins...?

He's a stud muffin. And it's a thingy of muffins. We're hilarious! I know. Thank you so much for agreeing. We thought really hard. And by that, I mean I was on Pinterest for almost an hour.

and Codykins, the cheerful, loving tech guy. Okay, I'm lying, he hates everyone and he's as huggable as a porcupine, but we keep trying. He'll probably throw it in the trash, but at least we tried.

I have lunch with a realllllly cute guy today, and I kinda like him, so my Valentine's Day won't be a complete waste. I was supposed to go to dinner with one of my best friends (her beau is working) and she was going to lesbian propose to me in some cheesy way in a mediocre restaurant (mostly to see if we got free dessert, honestly) but then my momma decided she didn't want to be stuck in the house with my sleeping kids on Valentine's Day and veto'd the proposal in favor of the drive in with all the munchkins. Should be interesting....

Anywho, I hope you're all having a brilliant Valentine's day. I'm single and managing to have a good day, so I don't really think you have an excuse to be mope-y ;) I have to get to work and stuff, because I should be working instead of mediocre-ly blogging.

Stay Golden!
-B

Let's Start Out Slow

So, hi. I'm Brittany.
I'm slowly becoming a cynical bitch because it seems like every time I let someone in, they like to take a heavy duty mixer to the bowl of emotions I hide away from society, and I hate that, because I want my kids to see the beauty in the world, and to trust easily and to think broadly. The world is a beautiful place, but the people living in it are corrupt and generally stupid. Generally. Not you, because you're reading this brilliant thing that I wrote.
I am quite hilarious (or at least, I think I am.) I am into British SciFi (I know, weird, especially for a Texan, I assure you, we're rare) I favor DOCTOR WHO and SHERLOCK (also Harry Potter, but I'm not sure if that's even science. I think it's purely fictional. It must be, because I didn't receive my Hogwarts letter at age 11, and if I'm not magical, then magic simply cannot exist.) I love to read, and write, but only one person in the whole world is privy to my innermost ramblings, and that person is probably laughing at my attempt at blogging. It's written in a book, hidden away under the mountains of laundry in my bed room (I really just hate laundry. I hate it. I can't stop hating it. it's like making your bed. Who does that?!)
Anyway. There's a very quick glimpse into my life. I am shallow in very few areas of my life, and so deep in others that I can firmly say that 95% of me hasn't been discovered yet. Come back soon and you're sure to learn more, be it about me, or my (very loud) opinions, or probably just how boring my day was. You, me and the interwebz, it should be fun.

If you don't know that, then I suppose I should start out with the generalities and some specifics.

I'm 21 years young, and infinitely older than my years. I have three rugrats; Xiaden(4) Kamden(3) and Rhyselle(10m). I'm divorced and living in one of the largest growing areas in the country, Midland TX. Two things come from Midland: Oil and a couple o' Presidents. I am currently the office coordinator (this changes on a monthly basis, I find new names that apply to my position, since I do a little bit of everything) at a privately owned business that specializes in event entertainment. I am outgoing, really weird, slightly offensive, and occasionally a dream killer. I spend my days at work, or at home. We don't go out much as a family, I have three kids and only two hands, do the math, it doesn't work. My favorite color is GREEN. But not offensive, in your face lime green or neon or fluorescent or anything awful like that. Just a nice army/forest/dark green. I'm passionate about my children, music and technology.

I don't know who you are, why you're reading this, or what you are thinking about me. But then again, I'm not entirely sure I care, because this is my thought process, my time and my blog, and not your's. There's a good chance that the only person who ever reads this is my mother, but that's okay. I'm leaving a little mark on the internet, a little piece of me that can never go away. And I think that's pretty awesome.

love, B.