Goodwill Wednesday-Edition 2

Oh you lucky devils.

Today, on the second edition of Goodwill Wednesday, you get a two-fer-one, AND you get to see Blue Eyes looking his best.

This trip to Goodwill was much better than the first trip. I found two excellent treasures that I HAD to share with you. I don't know what was going through whoever's mind when they dropped these items off, because as you will see in a hot minute, they are to.die.for.

(please ignore his strange facial expressions. It's the only way I could get him to model my treasures)

OK.....for your viewing pleasure I give you:

The fashionable, head warming, rabbit fur-hat-thingy:
Wow. Just wow. I'm not sure what's worse. The hat. Or the face he's making. Can I drop HIM off at Goodwill? Just sayin.

Secondly, my Blue Eyes is modeling the most professional looking Fred Flintstone tie I have ever seen. Ever.
Just so you can see what the whole "outfit" looks like.....and yes, it is now his favorite outfit.....
There you go peeps. Your second edition of Goodwill Wednesdays.

And, don't forget to visit The Two Twins to see what kind of awesome they found this week!!

Happy Hump Day Yall!!!

Goodwill Wednesday-Edition 1

Welcome friends!!

Today brings the first edition of Goodwill Wednesday! Every Wednesday, (until I get tired of going there, because eww and yuck) I will be presenting you with my newest treasure that I have added to mine and Blue Eyes' home decor. He is totally thrilled by the way. Anyone catch that sarcasm? Anyone?

My lovely ladies over at The Two Twins are joining me on this, so after you read all about my awesome treasure, don't forget to go over there and check their's out!!

Ok, on with the show!!

As soon as I walked in to Goodwill, I noticed how many people were there! My gosh. It was like a 50% off sale at Bloomingdales was going on. I moseyed on back to the "knick knacks", if you will, and was very disappointed with my findings. If this is how it's going to be every time I go, I will have to resort to buying cheap, disgusting, tacky heels that they were offering in the "shoe section".

I walked around for about 5 minutes and then I saw it. I've really been wanting a little something to go with our neutral colored living room to spice things up and when I saw this guy, I could NOT pass it up.

Ladies and Gents, I give you,

The freaky looking lamb thing with cock-eyed eyes candle:

Perhaps my favorite thing about this little treasure is the dirt all over his face. It really gives it that special touch, don't you think?

Can I be honest here? My insides were so happy that this little fella was going to be all mine for only 39cents. I mean, what a BARGAIN, right? I'm just glad I got there when I did, because who knows how much longer he would have been available!

I'm thinking about putting him on Blue Eyes' night stand and lighting it. Can you imagine waking up to those eyes?

And just for the record, when B.E. found out what I was doing, he said, very nicely, "You are retarded."

Aww...love.....

Well, that's it for now. Come back next Wednesday and see what God awful piece of crap treasure I can find!!

The One Where I'm In A Mood

This morning when I got to work, my supervisor asked if we had heard about our Mayor. Apparently, he had run off to Mexico with his illegal partner. He was the best Mayor this town has ever had, and I'm pretty sure everyone knew he was gay. He said that he left because he knew by his partner being here, it was illegal, and he didn't feel right about it. So imagine all the hateful comments and horrible things people are saying about him. Even though, everyone knows he was a damn good Mayor. I heard someone say, "You know, even though he was gay, he was still a good Mayor." Hmm. Ok. Even though he was gay. I can hear in the office next door the jokes that are being made about him. Why do people think it's ok? Why is it funny?

And then, of course you have American Idol. I'm willing to bet if Adam wasn't gay, he would have won. He was an excellent singer. Not to say that Kris wasn't, but I just have a strong feeling that because of Adam's lifestyle, that's why he didn't win.

Maybe I should have started this post out differently.

Hi world. I would like to introduce you to one of my best friends. The funniest, most hysterical, would do anything for you, outgoing and lovable person I know, my brother Josh. Who, also, happens to be gay. I love him, so much, that I find myself taking up for every gay person out there when someone says something hateful. I love him, so much, that I find myself in tears, while screaming at a guy I used to work with for saying horrible things to another guy at work that happened to be gay. I love him so much, that I am writing a post, all for him. A lot of sisters don't have a close relationship with their brothers. I do. I am so thankful for that. I just get so tired of hearing close minded people saying things that really, they shouldn't have ever let leave their mouths.

I love you Joshie. You are what other people should strive to be. You are so smart, so funny and so friendly. I can't imagine my life without you. Even though you are gay.

Weekend Review...And Away We Gooooo

This weekend was full of the following:

*Pizza, beer and falling asleep between 6pm-8pm on a Friday night
*Movies
*Sanding my finger nail off
*Really white ass cracks
*Eating candy for dinner
*Realizing bikes were not meant for vagina's

I know after reading that preview, you are dying to hear about it allllll!!!! So, on with the show!

Friday night, Blue Eyes and I were both so stressed out from work. Because of that one Nasty McNasterson (who, btw, quit over the weekend. pink eye my ass, mister), it made both of our jobs that much harder on Friday. Needless to say, beer and pizza were in the plans for our Friday night. The pizza was grrrreat, thank you Mister Papa John. Unfortunately, the only thing Mister Keystone did for us was make us very, very sleepy. We each drank one beer. (well, i wasted 2 beers because the mug i poured my first one into stunk like shrimp from the freezer) So I DRANK only 1. B.E. said he really needed to take a rest on the couch and I decided it was going to be a great time for me to redesign my bloggy blog. I sat down at my computer with said beer in hand, and sat there, and sat there, and sat there. Just staring at the screen. I want something so cute and so different, but I couldn't come up with anything. Around 8pm, I went and laid on the bed. At 10:30 I was awoken to a kiss and a hug. Apparently we had both fallen asleep between 6-8. Friday night FAIL.

Saturday we planned on working on the house some more. Yay. I got to sand some more of the wall. I sanded too far and off went the tip of my finger nail. See, this is why I don't like helping, I always get an injury! We didn't work too much on the house, so we decided to watch a movie, which turned into 3 movies on Saturday. We watched Taken(excellent), Twilight (awesome) and My Bloody Valentine (suck). It was nice and relaxing.

We spent most of Sunday doing laundry and cleaning up. We realized after eating our cream of wheat that we were very low on groceries. We don't get paid until Wednesday! Yikes. So we did what any responsible adult would do. We went and sold our DVD's that we don't watch to Hastings so that we could score us some snacks. $16.48 later, we went to Wal-Mart where we purchased cheese dip, pringles (pickle flavor, yum!) and candy. This is what we ate for dinner Sunday night. (don't feel sorry for us, i could have made sloppy josephs if i wanted to). After we ate our deee-lish dinner and watched Marley and Me (ohmygawd i was bawling), we went for a bike ride. I'll just go ahead and say that I'm pretty out of shape. BUT, what makes it even worse, is when you are riding behind your boyfriend, who doesn't care what anyone thinks about him, is showing crack for the entire world to see. Every.single.time we ride bikes, his ass crack is showing. I'm like, "OMG B.E. pull up your pants/pull down your shirt", while I'm laughing hysterically as another car passes us. Laughing while riding bikes WHILE you are out of shape is no easy task. He wouldn't because, again, that's B.E. and he does not care who sees his booty.

Also, there is no way that God ever intended bikes for a vagina. Not.at.all.

Just sayin'.

My Current Annoyance: Nasty McNasterson

Can I just say, thank Baaaajeeeesus it's Friday? No? I said it anyway. I have only worked 4 days this week but it feels like I've been working 9 straight days. This guy I work with, we'll call him Nasty McNasterson, has called in two days in a row with pink eye. First of all, ewww, pink eye is so gross and second, he is such a winey bag baby and he is 40 years old. What really gets my blood pressure boiling is that he has the nerve to be all like, "I don't know what the big deal is. Pink eye isn't that bad. I don't see why everyone is making a big deal out of it." And I'm like, well, Nasty McNasterson, it is so gross because you keep getting it and I'm starting to think you need to be careful while wiping your McNasty butt when you poo because apparently some poo particles are getting on your finger and into your McNasty eye." If I keep talking about it, it will turn into an entire post on poo and I'm not sure anyone can handle that right now.
Anymcnasty, I watched Grey's last night. Ohmygawd it was so gooood! I cannot believe I have to wait until the fall to find out what happens! I let myself get really into this show, because it really is the only one I watch, so I feel that it's ok. B.E. actually watched it with me! We rarely watch TV, so it was something different for us. He worked on the room some more last night. I "accidentally" had already showered, so I couldn't help him. What? The dishwasher was already empty!


This weekend we will be doing more remodeling (YEEHAW) and just hanging out at La casa de Boshears. Crap. I said his last name. Isn't it such a cute name though. Briana Boshears. Say it with me now, "AWWWWW".

Have a great weekend peeps!!

I Am So Getting Shanked

My office hired a new cleaning crew a few months ago. They clean like they are supposed to, yes, but sometimes they don't leave us ANY paper towels at all. Last week, I took it upon myself to leave a very nice note, asking them to PLEASE leave paper towels when we are out. I even ended it with, "Thank you so much". So yesterday morning, I'm talking with a co-worker about his schedule and this cleaning lady walks up to me. "Exccccuseee meeee? Some-a-one lefted a note saying yalls are needing paper towels and we DUN already told some-a-one that you are out of 'dem, and yalls need to order more." I said, "Well, I am the one that left the note, and I assumed since yall are the cleaning company, that yall would be the ones to leave us more paper towels. My mistake!!" She huffed off real fast. She was rude, and so unprofessional. But what can you expect from a cleaning crew that is straight out of prison, right? I'm not making that part up. So I do what any adult would do. I emailed the lady I work with that is in charge of these people. She said she would take care of it. So, this morning, the same girl walks past my office (paper towels in hand!!!) and glares at meeeee! "Oh no she didn't." *SNAP*....wait, where was I? Oh yes....I then walk outside to take a piece of paper to one of the guys and she is out there. Walking back to their truck. Glaring.At.Me. Maybe you don't think it's a big deal at all that a cleaning lady would glare at me. Our cleaning crew is not this:

They aren't happy. They don't smile. They don't wear cute headbands. Our cleaning crew is more like this:
Farewell friends. Breezy is 'bout to get shanked.

What Compares With A Fanny Pack?

Blue Eyes and I are going to Six Flags next month. I want to take lots of pictures. Problem. I do NOT want to drop and break my camera as we are flying through the air on a fantabulous roller coaster. Now, I remember back in the day when my parents' would take my brothers and I to Six Flags and my Mom would wear a *gasp* fanny pack. Yea, I am most definitely not going to be purchasing a fanny pack. Do they even sell those anymore? And what kind of name is fanny pack?

So peeps, what can I get that is cute, fashionable and safe for my beloved camera????

Oh yea, I must tell you, we had a great Easter, but do to the fact that I look like a fat HIPPO in all the pictures I took, there will be none posted. Maybe next time!

Ooops

I accidentally pantsed Blue Eyes in the Wal-Mart parking lot.

I.laughed.hysterically.

Hims.did.not.

MonDayDreams-Chapter 2

Why hello there! It's Monday, and you know what that means (except for last Monday, I wasn't at work, therefore, I wasn't daydreaming, therefore, no MonDayDreams).

So. I was sitting here staring at a paperclip thinking how annoying most people on Myspace are. Seriously. You know the ones I'm talking about. That person that fills out every single survey that comes through. That person that updates their mood every 20 seconds. "so-n-so is taking a poo. 5 seconds ago." "so-n-so is eating a ham sandwich. 25 seconds ago." "so-n-so is going shopping!!" 32 seconds ago."

Anyway, you get it.

I guess what bothers me most about this type of person is the fact that every time they upload new pictures, they feel the need to post a bulletin that says "I posted new pics! Comment please!!!!!"

Ok.

1. Are you that desperate that you have to tell people to leave you comments?
2. Do you not realize that there is something called "friend updates" that let's us know when you add new pictures?
3. Get a life.

I'm sorry if you are one of these people. You should know how ridiculous you are. If you don't get comments on the 75 pictures you just put up of your new hair cut, do not beg for them. It simply means that people do not care about your haircut, or pictures of it.

Have a Marvelous Monday!!

Failure

I am such a failure!!!

If you will recall, my company started that 6 week weight loss crap totally awesome fundraiser. I am doing HORRIBLE! Let's just discuss how this is going. Every Tuesday morning, I wake up and make sure I have absolutely nothing to eat or drink until I have weighed in. Right before I walk in to weigh, I pee. Because, you know, every ounce counts. The first weigh in was good. I lost .4lbs. Nothing to be real excited about. Second weigh in. Not so good. I gained 1.7lbs. Whoops. "Too many drinks on the River Walk", I said. Third weigh in. Son of a beeeeeeep. I gained 1.4lbs. I didn't have an excuse this time. I cannot afford to pay for every damn pound I gain, so I have a new plan.

Bulimia.

I'm kidding of course. Eating disorders are not something I would ever joke about. I have a very dear friend who suffered from this and it's really heartbreaking to see any woman resort to it. But, weight loss challenges like this really aren't good for women. I leave that room after I weigh in hating myself more than I did when I went in there. And when I say "hating myself", I don't mean I have suicidal thoughts and want to end my life. I mean, I really hate that I am gaining back the weight that I lost after the break-up.

So I say a big Screw You to chocolate, red meat, chips and sodas. SCREW YOU. You will not get the best of me with your tastiness. (except if I get candy for v-day. i don't want to waste it)

Anyone have any helpful ideas?!?!?!

MonDayDreams- Chapter 1

Well it's Monday. Hooo rah.

Monday's usually consist of me doing the following:

NOTHING.
NADA.
ZIP.
ZILCH.

I honestly don't really start "working" until Wednesday afternoon. What? I'm just being honest here. So, while I was sitting at my desk, pretending to work, I was thinking about when I was in Junior High. That was only, oh...15 years ago. Whew.

Ok. I just had to take a minute to stop and realize just how old I am. Wow.

So anyhooters. Junior High. The worst time of my LIFE. I don't want to toot my own horn or anything (toot, toot!) but I was popular. I was cute. I was friendly. I had an older boyfriend. I was in the 6th grade, and he was in the 8th grade and it was a big deal! So apparently, the older girls hated me for this and they wanted to make sure that every day of my 6th grade year was the most miserable, dreadful thing for me. Let's just say they did a very, very good job at this. For anyone that really knows me, they know that I am honestly a very sweet girl, and I just want to be liked! I hate confrontation more than anything because I'm a huge baby.

Every morning before class started, all the students stood outside by the Art room. My Mom would drop me off, and I would look around to see if the evil beeotches were anywhere near. If they were, I would walk in the complete opposite direction of where they were standing and I would try so hard to hurry so they couldn't see me. They always did though. They would yell mean things at me and I had to act like I couldn't hear them. If they saw me in the hall, they would push me or stare me down. I tried to be nice to them. I smiled but that usually resulted in a "What the %$#@ are you looking at?!?!?!" I also played softball and the mean horrible girls played too. Thankfully, they were not on my team. I was better than them, and they knew it. (toot, toot) After one game, the meanest girl out of the group walked past me and punched me in the arm leaving a very pretty bruise. This is when my Mom decided it was time to talk to the girls' parents and the principal. I. Was. Mortified. Having my Mom do this helped not one bit. It actually made it worse. What did help was me no longer being with my older boyfriend. This is the time in my life when I realized most girls were jealous, catty and for the most part down right mean. The sad thing is that it should have ended in Junior High. But look around you. How many of these girls are still walking around today?


I wonder if those girls ever think about how ridiculously mean they were to me? Probably not, but oh well.

And now this begins Chapter 1 of Breezy's "MonDayDreams" (get it? Monday Daydreams..thank you B.E. for that clever little play on words). Stay tuned..next Monday is a whole new daydream!!

How is your Monday going???

Uh, doi

Last night I had my Anatomy lab.

Oh. My. Gawd. (my signature phrase, btw)

I'm pretty sure the teacher was at least 3 years younger than me and she was STOOOOOOOOPID. That made me sound really mean. But seriously. My lab partners and I could not stop laughing because this chick had no clue as to what was going on. We had just come from our lecture, where the teacher is very smart, put together and....surprise, surprise, TEACHES US SOMETHING. So, going into this class we were all just a little bit, hmm, I don't even know the word to use. To top it off, she had hurt her knee, and she was limping like crazy. Limp-walking across one side of the room to the other looking for supplies for us to do experiments and I'm sorry, but it was cracking me up! We only go to lab once a week and we have a test next Tuesday.

We were asking her, "What is going to be on our test, becasue we haven't really learned anything."

Her: "Yea, I'm not really sure. I mean, probably this, and maybe that, but I'm not sure."

Hmm. OK? I'm just going to go ahead and plan on making a 15 on the exam.

Anyhoodle. Not too much else to report on so here's a picture of the new whip, and me and Blue Eyes at the River Walk in San Antonio.

Happy Hump Day YALL!! (from Texas, of course)

Saving Money...Take 2

You may remember me talking about how me and blue eyes are trying to save money. Remember, when I gave myself a pimple mustache? OK. Well. In another effort to save, he has decided to start giving himself a haircut. And this is what blue eyes did:
Gosh. How do you not love THAT?

Chola Power

Ok.

You have probably already seen the picture at the bottom of this post. So now is the time to explain why I would ever make myself look like that.

Friday night. Brandon and I had to drive to Eldorado because one of our towers were having problems and he's on call and since I'm awesome, I get to ride with him. So anyway. After he puts a magical spell on the tower, we start heading out of town. He wants to stop and put gas in the truck and we decide we need snacks for the 45 minute trip back to Angelo. So to the Shell Gas Station we go. After standing in line for 5 minutes, because truly, cash registers are THAT hard to operate, Brandon decides to go back out to the truck while I wait and pay for said snacks. I'm just going to go ahead and assume it was this girls first day at work-ANYWHERE, because she could not figure anything out on the register. So it's finally my turn to pay. *oh good* I think to myself, because I have a new cash register girl. She must have been on break. Here is where I lose it. I look up at this girl, and oh dear LORD, her MAKEUP is horrific. I am not exaggerating with how I did my makeup in the below picture, because this is EXACTLY how she looked. Only, hers was way darker and way uglier, if that is even possible. Wait, I lied. I didn't have any white eyeshadow to go right underneath my eyebrows, so mine doesn't look exactly like hers, but you get it. Also, I was laughing so hard while applying this crap that I couldn't do a very good job. LOL.

I am sorry, girl who works in Eldorado Texas at the Shell Gas Station. Your makeup looks terrible. Why would you even walk out of your house looking like that in the morning? You should be ashamed of yourself. And that's all I have to say about that.
P.S. I color my eyebrows in everyday, so I am in no way trying to offend anyone. But this girl was rediculous.