SOS

WARNING: Pathetic Girly Post Ahead. Read At Your Own Discretion.

It's been 8 weeks, nearly to the day, which means it's about time for me to get my hair done again. But it's such an awkward time of the year- Is it summer? Is it fall? This obviously governs the tone of the color hair I want to go for. So do I stick with the blonde highlights I have now for one more round and then go a little darker or do I start going darker now?

Or do I just go for something different. I am kinda feeling change. And not for nothing, it's hair.

So I have some ideas in mind. And this is where you come in.


I NEED your feedback and suggestions. 



Option 1: Summer isn't over yet! You still have a few more weeks and blondes have more fun, anyway (so they say). Stick with what you got, Brit.

(I've been told I look like Denise Richards a few times. I don't know if I see it, maybe the brown hair and blue eyes, but I thought she would help get an image right)

Option 2: Summer is winding down, start looking toward Fall. Keep the highlights, but just warm them up a bit.

Option 3: Just go for it. Go for a dark, warm chocolate brown. Solid, no highlights, au natural- and it'll make your eyes pop.

Option 4: Do something different. Experiment. Try out the new trend, "ombre hair". It's the best of both worlds- a little dark, a little light. What couldn't be perfect about it?

Your turn.

Ready?

Set.

Go!

Happy Belated, B!

Yesterday was my nephew, Bennett's, 2nd birthday.

2 years...wow, that flew by.

A celebration was in order so we left our house in New York in the hands of "Hurricane Irene" and hoped for the best. We were off to Boston to see the little guy and celebrate with him on his big day, no matter what.

Here are two quick shots I took of him.

 (doing his balancing act to keep the hat on)

(blowing out his big boy candles- he could not wait to get his fork into the cake)

Bennett,

Happy birthday, my little buddy. 

You are such a special little boy full of love and joy. I'm so lucky to be your "Aunt Bebe" and can't wait to see you grow throughout the years- but don't go too fast. 

Love you, B.

Love, Bebe

sleep talking.

I haven't been feeling that well today so I laid down to take a nap with the windows open on this beautiful day.

About an hour and a half later, I wake up to someone yelling "Britany?" from outside as if they are looking for me. Waking up from my slumber, I start getting all confused, as I feel most people do when they are rudely woken up...Are they calling me? Why is someone yelling? What? Who is that?

It sounds like my mom.

I wait till she yells again to respond because I'm not sure if it's actually her and I know that if I don't respond the first time, she will call for me again, and louder.

She did..."Britany?"

So naturally, I yell back, "What?"

She responds immediately, "Where are you?!"

Then I think, she knows I'm upstairs and laying down....Why is she yelling for me?

Then it hit me.

That wasn't my mom. That was one of my neighbors, calling for their daughter, Brittany.


I started laughing and felt stupid all at the same time. Kind of when you see someone waving, and you wave back, but they were really waving to the person behind you....


Happy Monday!

I got some really special shoes!

Ever since I was a child I have loved shoes. Literally, I love all of them- well almost all.
Maybe not these...                                                       or these...

                       

But when I was younger I would always love to go into shoe stores and try on all the shoes, especially Payless. My mom said I would/could literally spend hours in there. I was in heaven, what could I say? To this day, I still can't leave a store without atleast quickly skimming through the shoe aisles, in search of a perfect shoe that is just my size and has a (somewhat) reasonable price (I'll admit, I do cave and splurge sometimes if it's that "gotta have it" shoe). 

Now that I am in my twenties, I am happy to say that I have upgraded to better brand name and quality shoes but I still get that same great, low price. It's all about finding the deals.

With that being said, yesterday was a shoe day for me. Unplanned, but it happened. "Only" two pairs, but on my tight budget right now, it should have been zero. 

The first addition:

Ha! Just kidding. 

Ok, the real new additions:

 I needed a neutral pump. Like I need food and water.

                                                               

                                                                   

and needed a navy, because it's my favorite color. I am in love with these. They were a "gotta have it" pair- AND had that fabulous price. I put them on immediately after I bought them and smoozed them on the car ride home. It went a little like, "I just love ya. You're so cute. I can't wait to wear ya!"

(I couldn't find the exact shoe. After searching for 20 minutes this will have to suffice. The inside cut near the toes comes to a bit more point and there is a bit of a platform- you get the idea, though).

Well, boys, give me a reason to use them. I want to wear these pups!

“It's really hard to walk in a single woman's shoes -- that's why you sometimes need really special shoes!” 

- Sex and the City

Thank you SATC for making me feel like my purchases are a little bit more justified.

Happy Birthday, Super Cuz!

Today marks the day of one of my friendships. It's been twenty-something years. It's really a forced friendship because we're cousins, so we have to be friends, right? (sidenote: why "Super Cuz"? She's that cousin that you go to a family reunion and see people, who are apparently your cousins, but you've never seen them before, and next thing you know she's giving them a hug and a kiss and you're like "Who the heck is that?" and she's like "Oh, that's our cousin             , Aunt              's son." And you're left there saying, "I don't even know who Aunt               is." This happens all the time with her, hence, she's "Super Cuz") I think we'd still be friends anyway. How could you not be friends with someone you grew up with, laughed with, cried with, fought with flip flops with and bruised heavily with (you won that one, Linds), sang karaoke with, shared clothes with, watched trains with, went to rodeos with, went to Yankee games with, played dress-up with, and built massive forts with all of Mom's sheets and blankets with?

Now I tried to get tech and artsy savvy where I could add cool text and images on top of images with but that didn't work out- so you'll have to add your own. I was thinking of adding a party hat, maybe some balloons, an arrow pointing down and saying "this girl", etc.

So here's what I'm leaving you with, and now (insert imagination here).

She's the cute one, in the sweet denim cut overalls.

Happy Birthday, Linds!

I love you.

Confession: I think I'm a blog stealer.

I stumbled upon this quote today as I was reading my dear friend's blog: Mademoiselle Michael (check her out, she's awesome) and I can't help but share it. 

AND it's by the author of one of my favorite, classic reads.

It speaks for itself really.

"For what it's worth: it's never too late, or in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There's no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you're proud of. If you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again." -F. Scott Fitzgerald

“a beginning is only the start of a journey to another beginning.”

So this is me beginning. Beginning the journey to another beginning.

My life is full of beginnings right now.

I just moved back to New York- I had been living in Boston for the past 6 years. Very excited about this new transition.

Began living back home with my parents. Yikes. That's a beginning I was once familiar with. Not my favorite beginning but why not begin it again? (I love my parents and family unconditionally but you can understand where I'm coming from when I have been living on my own for the past several years, in my twenties, wanting to be independent and adventurous.)

Beginning, hopefully, a new teaching position soon. (for the love of all things, would someone get this woman a job!)

Beginning to make new friends and explore new places in my new home. I'm realizing although this was once my home, things have changed and I really do have to start all over again. I'm ok with that and ready to take it on.

Beginning to truly understand the value family and the preciousness life.

Beginning to love.

oh yea, and beginning a blog.

I've had a few requests from different people asking me to start a blog. I don't know why. I thought, what could be so interesting? Most of the blogs you read about are people who are a) married (I'm not that) b) have children (if you want to consider my students as that then fine, but I don't even have a job right now- so I don't have that) c) well off and passionate in their career (refer to previous- I'm unemployed) or d) a baker (I bake, but I'm not a baker. Don't think I won't be posting some fabulous recipes on here though).


So there you have it. I'm not married. I don't have kids. I'm unemployed. I'm not a baker.
"What the heck is she going to talk about?", you're wondering. I'm not sure yet. But I promise it will be worth your while. (I hope).

Let's see where this journey takes me.