What I Really Want for my Birthday

With my birthday week quickly approaching(it's November 4th in case anyone was wondering), I was super excited to get a text from my husband today asking what I wanted.  Seriously y'all, this is a man who has a history of shopping the day of the event for the last 6 birthdays.  I first asked for a new Double J purse that I want, as well as sexy time(hey, if you throw that out there it's pretty much a guarantee to get what you want!)  As we kept texting, the conversation turned to this :

No. I'm not kidding.  What I really want from my husband is for him to shave his head.  I have no idea why but I've always had a thing for a bald/shaved head.  I've been begging pretty much forever for him to try it just once but the answer is always no.  :(  Way to be a party pooper on my birthday dude!

Any of you ladies out there prefer your men bare vs hair???

I Hate Haunted Houses

Let's go back to the year I was Dorothy for Halloween, circa 1989.  The daycare I went to hosted a Halloween party one evening where the whole family could come.  Games, candy, costumes...sounds fun for a bunch of children in daycare.  Oh, and there was a haunted-freiken-house!  What kind of ass wipe wants to scare children that young?  Oh, you know, just my teachers and parents! 

Apparently my attitude started at a young age.

I don't remember too much of this party, and I'm not sure who had the bright idea to take a girl 1 week shy of 4 years old through the haunted house, but we did it.  Besides being absolutely terrified by the strobe lights and black trash bag walls(yeah they went all out), about halfway through someone grabbed my foot and managed to pull off my red Dorothy slipper.  Hell-to-the-no, you do not mess with mama's shoes!  At this point, I completely lost my shit and all I remember is freaking the eff out until my Daddy went back in and got my shoe.



Fast forward about 19-ish years and I had been dating my now husband for about 6 months.  His two cousins had come in town for a weekend and everyone had been discussing ALL day about how they wanted to go to haunted houses later that night.  I stood my ground and told them time and time again that I would go, but there was no effing way I was walking through those stupid haunted houses. 

We get to the site, where I learn that there is not one haunted house but three.  GREAT.  While Layne, his sister and two cousins get in line to buy tickets, I hang out and practice my deep breathing so I don't have a panic attack.  Layne comes back to inform me that he decided to go ahead and buy me a ticket and to "trust him, it will be fun."  After much deliberation, some guilt tripping and me being the new-ish girlfriend who's afraid that her BF just wasted $40 on a ticket I begrudgingly agree to try one.(Today I would tell him to take that $40 and shove it where the sun doesn't shine while I hiked my happy ass back to the truck!  aaaahhh marriage.)

Back to the story.  The first attraction they decide we should try is the chainsaw maze, um excuse me?  You have a girl here who is terrified and you decide the best option is to have her chased through a maze by MULTIPLE people with chainsaws?  F.M.L.  I decide that because there are 5 of us, I can just stay towards the middle of the group, and I'll make it out unscathed.  Wrong.  It takes about 3.5 seconds for the cousins and little sister to bolt and I am stuck with just the boyfriend.  After about 5 wrong turns I am in full blown panic mode.  The tears start coming shortly after and I close my eyes trying to let Layne steer me out of this hell hole.

Do you know what those ass holes do to people that are scared in haunted houses?  They make it worse.  I literally had people getting in front of me and tripping me so that I would be forced to open my eyes and look at them.  Approximately 28 hours later(or 5 minutes), we finally made our way through the glorious exit.  Once Layne saw how terrified I was and that I couldn't stop shaking we booked it straight to the concession stand where I nabbed the biggest margarita they had to offer, and proceeded to spend the next 2 hours letting everyone else wait in line and take brief tours of hell. 

The only good thing that came out of that horrible experience is that to this day, the husband has NEVER asked me to go to a stupid haunted house ever again.

I'm all for Halloween, but as far as I'm concerned, haunted houses can suck it!

XOXO
Brittany

Weekend Recap, Turkeyfest Style.

Every year, the second weekend in October our little town has something called Turkeyfest. If you're ever going to visit Cuero, do it during Turkeyfest....or during the last weekend in August when we have Wine Run, either way you'll have a blast and booze it up plenty. Turkeyfest is a weekend full of booze, bbq contests, concerts, booze, a carnival, good friends, booze, shopping and more booze. We are on a team, and this weekend is always something I look forward to.

Without further adieu, here is my Turkeyfest weekend via iPhone pictures.

  

Sending pictures to my friend Shannon who came from Houston to spend the weekend.  She was stuck in traffic and I was being mean ;)

 Getting ready to see my man Randy Rogers

 Shan and I headed out

 We might have seen each other 30 minutes total the entire weekend, but I had to get at least one picture

 My new Tervis.....I'm uhb-sessed!

 Shan and Ainsley at lunch before we did some shopping in town

Layne and Ainsley representin' C-Town Cookers

Happy girl at the carnival

Round 2!  This hair was up in a bun in about 5 minutes.  Thanks a lot rain!

 The aftermath.

XOXO 

Brittany

She Will Be Free

Hey there ladies....well I'm assuming I have a few readers even if I don't have any followers.  I have watched this video a few times since it was released and it really speaks to my heart.  Josh Abbott is one of my favorite artists and the fact that he is using his platform for something like this is truly amazing. 

Celebs are regularly using their voice to speak out for people around the globe on dozens of worthy causes but we rarely see them speak out for something here in the US. Sex trafficking is a very real, very scary, very serious epidemic here and I'm so glad that Josh is bringing it to the forefront.  If you read this blog please take the time to watch this video and share it. 
I promise not to always be so serious, but this was something I truly felt moved to share.

My First Link-Up!

My first link-up with none other than Sami's Shenanigans !

 one: Little Miss having fun in the back yard on one of our nice "fall" days in South Texas
 two: What my bed looks like after getting ready for a night out with friends
 three: Big hair don't care!
 four: With my two favorite guys(my husband and one of our best friends).

 five: Yummy beer-rita's Saturday night.
 six: The sign of a good babysitter - kid PASSED out with ALL of her toys
 seven: Ainsley reading a book to Lilly on the back porch
 eight: Hanging out at deer camp with our favorite Bryan family addition, Bailey.

What I'm For

I’m for coffee all day long.

I’m for teaching my child manners.

I’m for less Government involvement in our lives.

I’m for Gay marriage.

I’m for the rights of unborn children.

I’m for a glass of wine or 3 when you’ve had a rough day.

I’m for Ted Cruz for President.

I’m for getting Obama the eff out of office, like NOW.

I’m for private healthcare, not public.

I’m for a president who has served the country - Isn't the title "Commander In Chief?"

I’m for boots because it’s Fall even if it’s 90 + degrees in South Texas.

I’m for small town life.

I’m for supporting your local community.

I’m for the Oil & Gas Industry.

I’m for the Keystone Pipeline

I’m for tolerance.

I’m for educating yourself and not following blindly.

I’m for Voter ID laws

I’m for women being able to work AND raise kids.

I’m for Texas Country music.

I’m for online shopping.

I’m for accessories.

I’m for BIG hair.

I’m for hunting.

I’m for Fall.

I'm for cuss words.

I'm for Congress getting their act together.

I’m for immunizations.

I’m for bargain shopping.

I’m for paying the military more and our politicians less.

I'm for the American Dream.

I'm for Jesus.

I Don't Trust Mirrors

...So I take selfies. 

I have no idea how or why this started but clearly, I have a problem.

These pictures are never posted anywhere, well at least until now.  But they are pretty much always in the truck or at work.  I've gotten pretty sneaky at my selfie-taking skills in the truck.

 

They are not always good pics, but for whatever reason, I never delete them.  I honestly do this 3-4 times a week if not more. I really feel like what I look like in pictures is not at all what I see in the mirror and so I keep on with my daily selfies.

(Who doesn't love a good seat belt between the boobs pic?)

 

This is definitely one of my most embarrassing confessions, but if you can't make a fool of yourself on the world wide web for everyone to see, than where can you?

Seriously though, who has time to take daily pictures to check their hair and makeup?  Apparently, this chick right here!  Someone please please please tell me I'm not alone in this. 

XOXO
Brittany