1.31.2014

my dream guy

The other night, my roommates and I were talking about what qualities the "perfect guy" for us would possess. It's something I'm pretty sure all girls talk about in like eighth grade, but we had so much fun coming up with a list of qualities a mile long. From the obvious things like he has to shower, to the super nit picky things that my roommate said like, "he has to take care of me but not be pushy about it- like, he has to let me be independent sometimes." 

Now, you all know I'm obsessed with Handsome. I've found my perfect guy, and I love everything about him. He pretty much embodies (most) of the things on here, but I didn't make this list based on him. I'm just lucky that I found a guy that fits my list pretty well ;) 
So, my dream guy...

is romantic. I am a hopeless romantic for sure. I love anything overly cheesy and disgustingly lovey dovey. I want flowers, nice dinners, watching the sunrise and all that crap, you know? I mean yeah I love staying home watching TV and ordering in pizza (or maybe something with a little less cheese), but every once and a while a nice romantic gesture is always appreciated.

dresses well. I used to not care about what a guy wore. But as I've gotten older (aka I'm not in high school anymore), it really bothers me when all a guy wears is a T-shirt and basketball shorts. I mean, if were just lounging around the house or even just going to run an errand, it's whatever. But if we're going to a movie, or the mall, dinner, or anywhere out together in public, he has to look nice. At least nice jeans and a clean shirt, right? Oh, and he has to wear a watch. Watches are sexy. 

+ loves country music. That's a given. If we don't have the same taste in music, only bad things can happen. It leads to arguments over who gets to pick the music you play in the car, you can't go to concerts together, and all that shit. I'm obsessed with music, and all I listen to is country, so this one's important to me. Maybe he doesn't have to love it, but he has to be willing to listen to it at the very least!

+ is a gentleman. Guys these days are rude. I need a man that will hold doors for me, open the car door for me (I didn't realize guys did that, but handsome does for me every time and I love it), he has to pay when we go out (or at least offer to pay), and complement me. I know, that sounds so stuck up and conceited. But were talking about a fictional perfect guy here, and don't tell me that's not ideal.

+ is stable. He has to be going somewhere with his life. If he doesn't have a job, he better be in school. If he's not in school, he better have a job that will take him somewhere. If I'm going to have a future with someone, they have to be able to help support us.

+ makes me laugh. I like to laugh. I like a funny guy. I think that's pretty self explanatory. He also has to think I'm funny. Well, because I am.

Remember when I said that Handsome fits (most) of these? Well, as I was writing this I realized that he fits it all. Shit, I'm one lucky girl! It wouldn't be a post about the perfect guy without a picture of us, right? 
This picture's perfect for this post. You know why? Because we're wearing Krispy Kreme hats. It's perfect because if there wasn't a perfect guy out there for me, I'd probably marry a donut.
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1.30.2014

embracing the weird

So, if you haven't figured it out yet...I'm weird. But I embrace it and I love it. We all have something that makes us special. We all do "weird" things. I'm insecure about a lot of things that I do differently, but I need to remember that these are the things that make me me. I'm starting to realize that my weird is also my unique. So here I am...telling you all of my quirks and embracing my weird unique.
Endlessly Beloved: Embrace What Makes You Unique.
I carry Sweet N Low in my wallet. Does that make me a 90 year old woman? Maybe. I like it better than sugar or any of the other sweeteners because it's pink. Not all coffee shops have it though. So, I always have a pack or two in my wallet in case I need it.

When I walk to the kitchen or bathroom or wherever in the middle of the night, I have to turn every light on along the way. I'm really afraid of the dark, and walking through the house in the pitch black is not an option. In Germany, Handsome's house had like 10 lights on the way from the living room to the bathroom. He worked nights so I was up alone all night, and every time I went to pee I had to turn all 10 lights on. We always joke around saying I need one of those flashlights you strap to your forehead!

I makes jokes when I'm uncomfortable. I always try to make heavy situations lighter, so I throw in jokes, which probably isn't always good. I also take them way too far. And when they're not funny, I keep talking to try to make them funnier. But I just sound dumb.  Along those lines, I'm inappropriate 90% of the time. Especially when I shouldn't be. I like to be sarcastic around people I don't really know (probably because I'm uncomfortable) and I don't have a filter most of the time. I think its funny, but people probably get the wrong idea sometimes.

I say YOLO and LOL sometimes a lot. They started off as jokes, but now I just say them. I know they're stupid and annoying, but that's why I say them. Handsome even bought us matching YOLO shirts as a joke when we first started talking! I also say things like "legit" and "literally" and "I'm dead" and "like" in like every sentence

I get major anxiety when I'm alone and I don't want to look dumb. For instance, if I'm meeting someone at a restaurant, I have to get there first, because I'm afraid I'll look stupid looking around the room for the person I'm meeting. When Handsome picks me up from the airport, I always get super anxious and nervous that he's going to see me before I see him, and I'll look dumb. If I'm at the store and I can't find what I'm looking for, I get freaked out. Solution: I pretend I'm on the phone. I KNOW, I'M AN IDIOT. But it makes me feel better so yolo. 

What're some of your quirks? Embrace them!
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1.29.2014

i was born with a song inside of me

Hi loves! Happy Wednesday. Gosh, time is flying by isn't it? I'm so busy this week again with work and school. So today I'm keeping it short and sweet!

First, I want to introduce you to a lovely lady. Ashley blogs over at From Ashley to Awesome. She blogs about anything and everything, and her little girl is the cutest! She even has an etsy shop so be sure to check that out!
From Ashley to Awesome

Hey Ashley! Tell us about yourself.

Hey All, I'm Ashley and I blog over at 'From Ashley to Awesome'. I'm a wife to an amazing acupuncturist named Mark, mother to a smart and beautiful almost 5 year old girl named Amelia, a crafting addict, photographer wanna be and I do daycare out of my home. I love spending time with my family. We keep very busy here in Oregon and always try to add a little awesome to each day.

Why do you love blogging?
I have loved to write since I was a little girl.
Growing up I always exceeded my grade level in writing and I took upper level writing courses for fun in college. I started my blog as a way to keep my family and close friends up to date on what we are up to. I never thought my blog would be much more than that. I fell in love with blogging immediately, everything about it. The blogging community is full of amazing people and I love following along and getting to know new bloggers. My blog is a little slice of me and I'm glad that I get to share it with others.

What does a typical day look like for you?
A typical day for me... are you ready for this. I wake up around 6am, shower and get my house picked up. Around 7:30 the little kids I watch start to arrive (anywhere between 1 and 4 kids, 2 years and under). I make breakfast, give the babies their bottles, have play time, change diapers and then it's time for a morning nap. During nap time I either clean my house and try to blog, but if my daughter Amelia is awake then we snuggle and read books, watch a movie, do a craft project, work on some preschool type work or just sit around and laugh. After nap time it's back at it with having a snack, changing diapers, playing, walking to the park if it's nice, changing diapers, making lunch, giving bottles, play time and then afternoon naps. During afternoon naps I almost always try to work on my blog. My husband gets home between 1-2 so we eat lunch and catch up on the day. Amelia usually watches a show or plays quietly during this time. After the littles wake up I change diapers, fix a snack and we have play time. Moms arrive anywhere between 5:30 and 6. Once the kids have all walked out the door I usually sit down for a second and check FB. Then I get started on my homework (I'm taking a photography class through the college). I try to sew or make jewelry a few times a week for my Etsy shops. Thankfully my husband usually makes dinner for us so I have time to do this stuff. Then I get the house picked up and do a little blog stuff. Amelia starts getting ready for bed and I tuck her in. She likes to read books in bed or have me sing songs to her. I usually lay my head down around midnight (or later) these days. And then it's back at it the next day.

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This week, I'm listening to Day that I Die by Zac Brown Band


Here are the lyrics:
Early morning in a motel room,
Sunshine trying to creep on through.
Lost Sleep but I found a tune,
Stuck inside my head.
Cigarettes and tank of gas,
Headed off to nowhere fast,
Gotta find a way to make this feeling last.

Cause I believe that I,
Was born with a song inside of me.
Never question why,
I just kept on chasing that melody.
And as time goes by,
It's funny how time can make you realize,
We're running out of it.

On the day that I die,
I wanna say that I,
Was a man who really lived and never compromised.
And when I've lived out my days,
Until the very end,
I hope they find me in my home, a guitar in my hands.
I hope they find me in my home with my guitar in my hands.

Whoa, oh.
Whoa, oh.

A part of dawn to be ashamed of,
But good people are supposed to be up.
But I found peace with the path I took,
As I lay down my head.
Crossroads you gotta choose,
Which way do we win or lose.
But every bone in my soul says I sing on through.

Cause I believe that I,
Was born with a song inside of me.
Never question why,
I just keep on singing these melodies.
And as time goes by,
Its funny how time can make you realize,
We're running out of it.

On the day that I die,
I wanna say that I,
Was a man who really lived and never compromised.
And when I've lived out my days,
Until the very end,
I hope they find me in my home, a guitar in my hands.
I hope they find me in my home with my guitar in my hands.

Whoa, oh.
Whoa, oh.
Whoa, oh.
Whoa, oh.

We all go, we all go,
It's all over 'fore you know.

I believe that I
Was born with a song inside of me.
Never question why,
I just keep on singing these melodies,
And as time goes by,
Its funny how time can make you realize,
We're running out of it.

On the day that I die,
I wanna say that I,
Was a man who really loved and never compromised.
And while I live out my days,
Until the very end,
You can find me in my home, a guitar in my hands,
And you can find me in my home with my guitar in my hands.



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1.28.2014

how i organize my life

First of all, yes. I got a makeover. I was getting a little tired of the old design. I loved the colors, but I was itching for something new! I also updated my about me and love story pages and I'm loving those. So anyway, if you're looking to makeover your own blog, I'd love to help! Visit my design site here.

Back to business…

Last October, I wrote a post on how I keep my blog organized. Well, I stopped using that stuff about two seconds a few days after I wrote that post. It just wasn't working for me. While the printables are booming on Pinterest, they weren't for me. So, I thought I would do another post on keeping organized, this time for both my blog and school.
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I have trouble focusing and keeping track of everything I need to do. If my planner has too much written on it, I get anxious and I miss things. I can't stand my planner being messy and unorganized. How'd I solve this problem? I have like four planners. Logical, right? I actually just have two planners (one for my blog and one for school), a wall calendar, and a notebook. But without those four things, I would be a mess.

school planner #1.
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Ew, that page looks gross. But this planner is just a simple (and kind of ugly) planner from Target. Usually, I have it color coated or divided some way by class, just so I can keep everything separate and organized. But this is just where I write my assignments for the week. Whatever homework or reminders I have to do for my classes go in this one.

wall planner.
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My school planner has a monthly calendar in it, but I never use that. Instead, I have this cute little wall planner from Target that I got for like 10 bucks. On this one, I only put the big assignments. If I have an essay due, an exam, or a final, it goes on this calendar. I have the big assignments separate from my normal homework because it's easier for me to track this way. I like having one place to look that's clean and organized so I don't forget any of my bigger assignments.

blog planner.
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I know I've shared this one before, but please tell me this isn't the cutest planner you've ever seen?! I absolutely love this one from Sugar Paper that I got from Target. This particular planner doesn't have a weekly view, just a monthly one. It's perfect because it's light and pink and gold and perfect. Ugh. Anyway, this one I use to schedule posts, track sponsorships, and remember any important dates for link ups, giveaways, or whatever bloggy stuff is going on. On a good week I even have a whole week of posts scheduled and it looks like this! 
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blog notebook.
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I've shared this one too, but I love my cute little notebook. I use this one for anything blog related. I write down sponsors, current projects, post ideas, notes, or whatever I need to keep track of! It's perfect and it's literally the cutest.
So, the moral of the story: Target is the shit. Also, I'm crazy and I need a million ways to organize my life. 

What do you do to stay organized?
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1.27.2014

the struggle is real

Senior year of high school, I had some struggles with my name. I mean I didn't struggle, but everyone else seemed to. 
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Note: I don't have one of those names that everyone gets wrong. Brianna. It's simple. Maybe there's the occasional "Rhianna" on my Starbucks cup (obvi Rihanna and I look so much alike- that must be why). Or maybe even a misspelling- but other than that, I've never had problems with people getting my name right.

Well, senior year of high school we had this lovely principal who I shall call Mrs. Airhead. Mrs. Airhead was just that- an Airhead. She once made a speech to the entire school on Pearl Harbor, and how if it had not happened, Hitler would still be the Emperor of Germany. I know…airhead. Anyway, I had to make a speech at graduation, so I was in Mrs. Airhead's office quite a bit towards the end of the year (she had to approve the speeches). She knew who I was. She had my name on a bunch of papers. She said hi to me on the reg.

Now, here's where it gets good. I'm sitting in my government class learning about something boring and irrelevant when Mrs. Airhead came into the class. Only seniors take government at my school, so she was coming in on official graduation business. She proceeded to tell us what would happen if we did something wrong and couldn't walk at graduation, reminded us to get our caps and gowns, and all that jazz. Then she says, "Okay class. Let's pretend Amanda gets in trouble in class." and proceeds to tell a story about Amanda misbehaving. There's no one named Amanda in our class. I realized she was talking about me when she looked right at me and said, "Right, Amanda?" I didn't know if I should correct her, or just let it be. Like seriously I've been in your office every day this week. Amanda?! As soon as she left, the whole class was cracking up. She's an airhead.

Fast forward a few weeks. It's graduation! Since I had to make a speech at graduation, I got to sit on the stage the entire time. So, I was also the first person to walk and receive a diploma. The first person. Here's how it worked: we had a card with our name printed on it. When it was our turn to walk, we handed the card to a teacher and they would say our name as we walked across the stage. Did I mention I went first? It's not like the teacher was tired and worn out from saying over 300 names, so there shouldn't be a problem, right? Wrong. As I start walking across the stage, they announce "Brianna Riley." (Riley is my middle name.) They didn't say my last name. Not that it really mattered, but still. I just looked at my mom in the audience and we both cracked a smile. Way to go. At least I didn't trip.

Do you ever have to deal with the name struggle?
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1.24.2014

ten favorite things: valentine's edition!

Okay seriously, where did January go? I can't believe it's almost over. It was definitely a good start to a new year. You know what the best part of the end of the month is? Announcing next month's Ten Favorite Things topic! For those of you that are new around here, Ten Favorite Things is my monthly link up that happens the first Monday of the month. I announce a topic, and you share your ten favorite things about that topic. Simple, right?
Well, it's February. So you can guess that this month's theme has something to do with Valentine's Day. You also know how much I love to talk about my boyfriend. So it's only natural that this month's theme is….drumroll please…. that special someone. I want to emphasize that that special someone does not have to be a significant other. It just has to be someone that is important to you! :)
As if you don't already know, here's what I love about my man.

ONE his sense of humor. We have the same sense of humor, and he always makes me laugh. And he thinks I'm super funny so it's perfect because I think I'm super funny too. ;) He always has the best laugh. When he thinks something is funny he'll watch it a million times and still laugh just as hard as the first time and I love it. Oh and his smile is perfect. Okay I'm done.

TWO he's supportive. I'm a mess. I have no clue what I want to do with my life and I have a breakdown and want to quit school like every three days. Like yesterday, I decided I was going to leave U of A and get a graphic design degree somewhere. Get it together, Brianna. But Handsome always supports what I want to do. When I'm being ridiculous, he tells me. He always brings me back to reality, but I know that no matter what I do with my degree and my future, he'll always be in my corner.

THREE he's stable. Like I said, I'm a mess. So it's nice to be with someone who has their shit together. He has a job, a house, a truck, and he's very mature. He also has a plan. It's so comforting knowing that he has a secure job for a while, and that when he does get out, he has an idea of what he wants to do.

FOUR he's a gentleman. The first time we were together, he opened the car door for me. WHAT WHO DOES THAT HE'S PERFECT. He still does that to this day. He tells me I'm beautiful when I know I look like shit, he always offers to get me whatever I need, and he takes care of me. His mamma definitely raised him right because that man knows how to treat a woman! :)

FIVE he likes country music. That was #1 on my list of boyfriend criteria. When we first started dating he didn't really listen to it but I knew that would change once he was around me long enough ;) Now he's the one showing me new music and I love that.

SIX he's excited about our future together. He lets me talk about our wedding and our kids and getting a house and all that future shiz without wanting to strangle me. 

SEVEN he never fails to make me feel better when I'm sad. Whether I'm down about school, issues with friends or family, or if I'm just having a bad day, all it takes is one phone call to him to make me feel better. Hearing him tell me everything will be okay really makes me believe it. I know it sounds cheesy, but it's true.

EIGHT he wants all of the same things as I do. When it comes to our future and our family, we want the same things regarding where we live, how we raise our family, and all that jazz. Which is obviously important.

NINE I trust him. Being in a long distance relationship is tough. I talked about the bright side to that the other day. But truthfully, long distance relationships don't work without trust. Any relationship, really. I completely trust Dj. I've never not trusted him. I know that I have his heart and I always will, and I trust him with it. That's such an amazing feeling!

TEN we can make fun of each other. He has a huge forehead. He makes fun of my 'long' fingers and the pictures in this post. I love it. I love that we can take shit from each other. We can mess around and be crazy and silly together, but we're also serious when we need to be. Its the perfect balance.

I love him. Can you tell?

So, grab a button and link up on MONDAY FEBRUARY 3. I can't wait to read all about your special someone's! 

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