hashtag confessions

Happy Wednesday, people. Let's get right to it and start confessing things with Kathy and her blog....because why not share my embarrassing moments and quirk? They happen often and they are awkward.

I confess: After last week's yoga sesh I started getting deep into the world of instagram hashtags. First it was just #yoga and then I came across the hashtag #nakedyoga. I may or may not have looked. It was what you would expect... .a combo of pretty yoga girls doing poses with little to zero clothing on, as well as fat, hairy men attempting. Browse at your own risk.

::Speaking of hashtags... I confess: There is one for the World Cup called #WorldCupMyBalls. I died and then might have used it.

::I confess: I get irrationally upset over that stupid Sprint Framily commercial with Kevin Durant...not because it is stupid and Kevin Durant can fly in it -but because the kid has a horrible southern-ish accent and the mom doesn't. Never mind the fact that the other commercials have a talking hamster and what not....The commercial is not real life because of the accents. Also, how are they using the word Framily and getting away with it on National TV for their ads? Get it together, Sprint. You're the worst. 

::Lastly, I confess: I am starting golf lessons tonight and I am nervous. I dislike doing things in front of people if I am not great at them. It's not that I am horrible at golf, I just tend to swing too hard sometimes and miss the ball entirely. That's not embarrassing or anything... I'll let you know how it goes.

Cheers!

<3 BB

Valentine's Day Cards

Sometimes Brad and I are not good with words. Okay, I shouldn't throw Brad under the bus.  It's mainly me that has trouble articulating my feelings. Although one time when Brad and I were first dating he did try and use an analogy about sticking his foot into the puddle of love I just threw him under the bus there, didn't I?  Then again, I may have one time tried to compare our love to Houdini...but that's not what this post is about...

What this post is actually about is VD and not the sexually transmitted kind.  I am talking about Valentine's Day, people. You know that 'Hallmark Holiday' people either love or hate.  My thoughts on the day are pretty simple.  I don't need anything over the top, but I don't mind doing something to show a little extra love and appreciation.  I know people come back with the argument that you should love and appreciate your special person every day, but it also doesn't hurt to show some extra love every now and then, even if Hallmark has to be the one giving you the extra push and chocolate.

Honestly, this is really all I ask for on Valentine's Day:

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One of my favorite things about Holidays and VD in particular is picking out the perfect card whether it be for your significant other or even close girl friends. With all that being said though, I have never been one to pick a card that is super lovely-dovey and traditionally sentimental.  Not my style, nor is it Brad's either.

This brings me to my favorite type of Valentine's Day cards. The ones that are super awkward, but still show how much I care about the person :)

::Cookies and Ice Cream::

::<3 U::

::I love you more than chocolate::

::Mr Darcy::

::You are not bad:: 

Fine you caught me, there is one presh card in there, but who doesn't love a Mr. Darcy quote?!


Cheers to St. Valentine,

<3 BB

My Thoughts On The Golden Globes

When I was little, anytime an uncomfortable moment would come on during Full House I would hide behind a pillow or leave the room.  I am not sure why I did this, but my guess is because I feel their pain when it comes awkward situations.  I hate the feeling of being uncomfortable.   It makes me cringe when I witness other people being awkward.  Take for instance when Brad walked into Big Al's for his birthday dressed in women's jean capris, a mickey mouse tee, ugly hat, and denim vest, I died a little inside.

Anyways, that is how I felt watching 97% of the acceptance speeches last night on the Golden Globes.  Why are people so bad at acceptance speeches! I mean, I get it, it's a big deal, you didn't expect to win, you're excited, you don't want to forget anyone, blah, blah, blah....BUT instead of trying to remember each and every person you worked with on the set, and every distant relative that has helped you along the way, why not keep it short and sweet like Adele did. Something along the lines of, thanks to everyone in my life that has made this moment come true. Boom, done. Accepted.

Also, don't even get me started on Jodie Foster.... UGH that was painful.  At one point Brad looked over at me and asked why I was literally hiding behind the pillow.  Seriously though, someone should have started the get your ass of the stage music on her, I don't care if it was her moment.  She did the opposite of shine.

Overall, I thought Tina Fey and Amy Poehler did a solid job hosting, there were definitely some funny moments.  I think the best line of the night was the unscripted moment when Tina comment on Girls star and winner Lena Dunham's speech about how Tina and Amy helped her through middle school.  Tina: "Yeah - I got you through middle school - FANTASTIC!" as she takes a drink.  

There is that fine line when it comes to being funny and just plain dumb when you present an award or host a show like this and Tommy Lee Jones was not impressed with any of it, especially Will Farrell and Kristen Wiig:  I died when they showed him in the audience.  I am glad the rest of the internet picked up on it too. 

Tommy Lee Jones is not amused. 

When it came to fashion there were a few loves and a few hates, but over all I thought it was a fairly tame evening in the world of red carpet affairs.  

These were my top misses: 

I don't get this look.  Why does the dress end at your ankles awkwardly.  Why do the sleeves cut off like an 8th grade boy's gym shirt? Also, might want to try smiling, Kerri. 

We know, we know, JLo, you have a nice backside.   For God's sake though, quit drawing even more attention to it. 

Haley, I get it.  You've got nicer legs at age 46 then I do at 24, but seriously.  You look a little slutty for my taste. Let's tone it down a bit shall we? 

And a few of my favs: 

Katniss Jennifer Lawrence, I love you. You can do no wrong in my eyes. ... and I know I am not the only curious one - are you and Bradley Cooper, you know, dating?! I would be so jealous of both of you if you are. 

Jessica Alba, you're pretty and married to JT.  I think you should only get to be one or the other, but not both. It's not fair to the rest of us. 

Update:  She is not the Jessica that married JT.  My apologies, to Jessica Biel.  (Thanks, Josh for the correction).

Obviously this is what they wore during the days of Downton Abbey. 

Big fan of Jennifer Westfeldt's dress... or maybe her husband...

After 3 hours of the Golden Globes I wondered why I put myself through it.  I do this every time after an awards show, which is why I usually only make it through the first half an hour. More often than not I get bored and then just check out the pretty dresses online the next day, which is probably what I will end up doing for the Oscars.


Cheers to awards shows!

BB <3 

Confession

So, I think I found a new hair stylist, that is if Emmanuel at One Creativity & Designs will take me back after yesterday.  See I have this problem, when I am in unfamiliar situations, have to talk about myself or anytime I am anxious or nervous I get flustered really easily.  I am a sweater, on top of red splotches that creep up my chest, neck, and all up on my jaw line.  

I know what you're thinking, how could this girl ever get embarrassed?!

Last night was a prime example.  Here's what happened: it was cold out yesterday and I was bundled up for the few blocks I had to walk to the salon, but then I got in the salon and it was warm.  Emmanuel gets me in the chair and we start immediately talking about my hair, this is where I start to get a little nervous about being the center of attention / hot from my power walk and begin to sweat (surprise, surprise).  Of course this gets me self conscious.  I start thinking to myself please don't sweat, please don't sweat.  I don't listen to myself and start to sweat.  Naturally, I proceed to get more nervous that I am going to have brow sweat or something embarrassing like that - this guy isn't going to want to touch my hair, he is going to think I am gross, blah blah blah, now the splotches hit.  I start stripping off layers, seeya cute cardi and scarf and notice my chest is bright red, we'll just button that top button right up.

Ok, Brooke, chill out.  Get it together woman. Now here is my problem, once the red splotches start I can feel the heat radiating from my body, I can literally tell they are slowly crawling their way up to my face, so I get even more self-conscious about it.  It's a real thing too, guys.  I googled it.  I am not the only huge struggle out there. I have had this problem since middle school, I remember my ears would get horribly red when I would have to give speeches or read out loud.  And even though I am no longer an awkward teenager, the awkwardness has decided to stick around.

True story, I even plan my outfits around whether or not I think I will get nervous and splotchy that day.  Any interview I have ever had, I make sure to wear button up shirts that will cover most of my chest and neck.  Scarves have become one of my bests friends, pathetic, but true.  I am just glad scarves are in style these days!

Luckily, I finally pulled myself together and got through the haircut and style, but don't worry, I started sweating again when he dried my hair.  Am I the only one that sweats when they get their hair dried?! Emmanuel did a great job and has a plan to get my hair healthy again and working on bringing more low lights and my natural color back to make everything blend better! Woohoo!  He even got all science-y on me and made an oil concoction that I am supposed to use weekly to get my hair hydrated again.

This pic does not do his work justice.  Also, you can call me a hypocrite for doing that smile.

Anyways, that was my confession of the day! Is anyone else on Team Struggle with me or am I the MVP?

Cheers to Splotches?!

<3 BB