more talk about eggs

First things first. I would like to note a few things that have happened in my life since yesterday.

1) I was successful in peeling my hard boiled eggs this morning. No eggs were called asshat in the process.

2) Bradley normally makes breakfast smoothies in the morning. He did not make me one this morning and I am sad and feel like there is a void in my life today. 

3) RAC's spotify page has been my jam since yesterday afternoon. Can't. Stop. Listening. His version of  Zee Avi's Concrete Wall. Wowza. 

4) I hate sleeping on my back. My allergies are bad enough that I have been forced to mouth breathing on my back. Talk about some crappy sleep....whatever though, it's Friday. 

5) Oh Em Gee.....Bradley made up for not making my smoothie when he pulled the trigger for tickets to Portland's Tedx Talk tomorrow!!!!! The theme is Perfect and I cannot wait to see all the speakers. There are a number of fascinating speakers on the docket, including Macklemore even. Hopefully I will feel like changing the world in a positive way after tomorrow.

Anyway, here are a few links from the internet I enjoyed this week. 

//Here are 4 life tips for building muscle, bro.

//Shoot, I would even pay Paul Rudd the dollar.

//Just two local, private high school baseball teams in a bench clearing brawl. nbd. 

//This may be my favorite link of the week. Why do we make love so complicated?

//What does your drink really say about you?

....Now enjoy this #backthatazzup Jam and head into the weekend!

Normally I am not a huge Paramore fan, but this jam....super catchy.  Don't go cryin' to your mamma, cause you're on your own in the reallllll world. 

Hope you have a weekend full of funshine!

<3 BB

Kentuckiana thanksgiving.

Don't worry I won't bore you with too much Thanksgiving talk, sure there was plenty of food, I attended an Indiana football game, hung out with Brad's family, etc, etc. but that's old news now... we're on to bigger and better things like Christmas! Besides, I forgot my charger for my DSLR and my camera was dead the entire visit. Instead, what I do want to share with you are the two embarrassing things I did over my trip to Indiana. 

Embarrassing story number 1.

On the flight out to Indiana I had brought a CamelBak water bottle like this one. Well funny story, when water that is stuck in the straw mixes with cabin pressure, you might as well have a fire hose. I flipped up the straw to take a drink of water and it shot straight into my face...Not only did I get a water facial, but there was so much force the water shot up to the airplane ceiling.  There was water everywhere. In my hair, on the roof, all down my sweater. I still don't know how I managed to not drench the older gentleman sitting next to me, but I definitely think I got a few drops on the people in the seats behind me. My bad.

Brad did nothing, but laugh and I really couldn't blame him. I looked like a wet dog or pathetic cat. 

Embarrassing story number 2.

Every year Brad's family plays an annual sporting event for a trophy and all. Aunts, uncles, cousins all partake. They used to play flag football, but too many people were getting hurt. Brad made his mom and sister both cry in one game, not to mention the game his mom tore a muscle in her bicep.  Anyway, the past three years they have played soccer instead of football, because there is a little less chance of someone getting seriously injured....One would think anyway. Now see, I don't play soccer, never was on a youth team growing up, always played sports where you could use your hands. I dribble the ball with my hands, not my feet, ok?! I also only have two speeds when I kick a soccer ball, barely move it an inch or kick the shit out of it. Ball control is not something I pride myself on twss. Of course not long into the game I go to kick the ball and guess who's face happens to get in the way.... Yup, Brad's Loving Mother. wa wa wahhh.  I hit Brad's mother in the face with a soccer ball. I felt horrible. Although, I must say she took it like a champ. She is a stronger woman than I. 

So yeah, that about sums up my trip in a nut shell. We'll see if they ever invite me back. 

Cheers to being an asshat! 

<3 BB