3, 4...SHUT THE DOOR!

GRACIAS

We attended a shower (baby/bridal = same torture to me) last weekend (my second one of the day).

The whole purpose and existence of my gift was to be an embarrassment!

But the only one who was mortified was the blushing non-bride me!

So anticipation of this note has been high all week, wondering when and what was to be received.

We were not disappointed when the content left us annoyed, perplexed and shocked with laughter.

What the noter should have noted:

Thank you for not piercing any and all of the toddler hands whom were running/crawling amuck around your 5 inch heels.

Thank you for eating all the cupcakes and cake pops.

Thank you for staying well over an hour.

Thank you for listening to my "romantic" (non-romantic) love story.

Thank you for being a good sport when my mom out did your present.

Thank you for being standing room only as mothers breastfed on the couch.

Thank you for being standing room only as flat shoe girls collaborated on the couch.

Thank you for buying me stylish sexy underwear.

What the noter actually noted:

Thank you for being a very pretty girl, and some guy will be so lucky to have you. I hope it's soon.:)

BAHAHA...WHAT?! WHY?!

Note my thank you note, noter:

Thank you for the homemade frosting.

Thank you for not playing any horrid games.

Thank you for becoming yet another person in a state of alarm about my love life.

And I thought Jimmy Fallon wrote good thank you notes.

ALPHABET CITY

Now you know your ABC's won't you check out NYC...
via me?

http://www.nycbree.blogspot.com/

MOMENT FOR LIFE

I Nicki Minaj'ed it and had some UH-MAZING moments before I left.

Unfortunately, I didn't tell anyone I was leaving (bad idea) BUT I did ask every single person who I wanted to see to play. 

And I asked every single guy who I wanted to go out with out.

(Which only consisted of 2 but a QUALITY 2 it was!)

Bees game with my baby beluga with fireworks.

Miss them the most, cause they fed me and I was their second child.

One last braid from my favorite hair stylists.

One last spoilage by Aunt BreBre

Lexi and I coordinated our outfits for my last day of preschool.

Desi celebrating in style and surprise!

The only time I cried.

I gave all my incredibly creative masterpiece signs and bulletin board pieces away!

One last ward softball game with my cheer section.

One last late night car ride to a secret rendezvous.

Was totally shown up by a PREGNANT lady in heels.

Co-workers farewell'ed me off at TCBY.

Threw my kids a Ms. Bre BBQ!

Cowboy'ed up with the fam in my cowboy hat ring.

Waiting for the donuts to fall down "Donut Falls".

One last road trip. Teaching her how to be gangsta.

Capturing my comfort zone.

 and thinking about how awesome my HUGE walk in closet is going to be missed. 

and... I.LOVE.MY.BED.

Yummy dinner dates, once upon a time we ruled the preschool.

Also notable moments, minus the pics were: thrift shopping with my mother, Navajo tacos with awesome ward peeps, an early birthday baseball hat from my bro, country clubbing golf tour with a super cute amazingly nice and hilarious guy who is my absolute favorite fav!, and an exotic West Valley gourmet Chili's luncheon with a real grown up man whom is incredibly good looking.

iNewYork

Well it was inevitable and only a matter of time before I took the plunge.

I got an iphone!

I've always wanted one and have never really done anything about it.

Though, I religiously scoured iphone covers sans iphone.

Not an AT&T patron was my first defense but once iphones went Verizon, I couldn't justify divorcing the BlackBerry.

Sure, we went through our rough patches, where I vehemently wanted to pulverize it via car tires or brick bashing.

Sure, one of the important buttons didn't always work, or a battery pull out occurred at least 4 times a day, or even that I was getting blank texts.

  I LOVED my phone, totally committed.

I wasn't leaving it behind, my BB was coming to NYC with me.

Sure, the hipsters and models would laugh but it was my security blanket.

It contained all my awesome pictures and texts and voicemails from loved ones.

I was 100% confident we could stick out the long awaited iphone 5.

Until it DIED!

I.wanted.to.die.

After 24 hours of freaking out without a smart phone, I drove to the Verizon store, smacked down $200 and said give me the WHITE iphone now before the Bees game starts.

The similarities between my iphone debacle and my decision to one way it to New York are astounding.
It was only a matter of time before I took the plunge and just left.
I've always wanted to live in New York but have never really done anything about it.
Though I religiously scoured all the happenings in New York sans being in New York.
Not having enough money was my first defense but then I learned how to save but then I couldn't justify spending $1000 for rent!
Sure, I hated Utah sometimes and the fashion that roams about.
Sure, Utah boys never ask me out or let alone talk to me, and all my best friends are married, and I'm stuck in a Utah singles ward!
But I LOVE my sister and her little family.  They are my fav fav fav.
I don't want to leave them behind, especially with another mini chica on the way!
They are my constant entertainment and meal ticket.
Until they went on vacation one weekend, without me. 
I was without plans, without friends, without food.
It was a horrible summer Saturday night and I vowed I was never going to have another one.
After 24 hours freaking out sans Heaton's I pulled out my computer, smacked down $200 and booked a one way ticket!
If I was going to have no life, no dates, no friends, and no food in Utah then I might as well have no life, no dates, no friends, and no food in New York City.


Then the inevitable happened, my summer finale...
ilove my life, ilove my dates, ilove my friends, ilove my food!
 BUT I already bought my ticket AND quit my job AND the lease was up on my apartment!
One thing was for sure in my realm of uncertainty, I wasn't going to pull a Lauren Conrad and stay for a guy(s).
So ileft.

And that's how I came to be in The City of New York.

MS. BRI

I've made it through half the school year & its been an extreme love hate relationship.

This captures one of my LOVE moments!

Our recent field trip was to the state capitol,

where we got the hook ups, thanks to a loving grandma.

Our 4 year old class got to sit in a legislative session for 10 MINUTES!

I wanted to DIE as President Waddoups intern proceeded to kick everyone out of the front row for our WILD class!

I was SO nervous and held my breath the entire time!

BUT they were FAB, soooooo unheard of AMAZINGLY quiet.

I guess I have the "I'm going to kill you if you make a peep" mom look down! 

"Ms. Bri will you hold my treat while I go to the bathroom?"

Ms. Bri: "Only if I don't have to take you to the bathroom."

"Ms.Bri can I take a picture of you holding the treat?"

Ms. Bri: "Only if you tell your grandma I want a date with Senator Waddoups intern!"

Haha I'm such a good teacher!

My Ladybug Class!

Hopefully you can't see any of the faces and won't come steal one of my kids!

And hello, how do you dress up a BRIGHT yellow field trip shirt?!

LO-LO-LO-VE.

LOVE that after YEARS I finally hit NYC with this girl!

And now I have a besti whom loves the city lights just as much as Bre!

Yes, we found a Wrangler/Native store in SoHo and couldn't resist, as we are from Emery County.

LOVE Dora's first professional hair cut and blow out.

I seriously couldn't contain my laughter the whole duration.

Who blows out a 3 year old's hair with gel and spray?

LOVE this 3 ft. $3 wonder of a man poster I snagged from DI.

I'm preparing myself for his final season and then baseball will be dead to me.

LOVE Bendels!  LOVE Bendels wellies!  EVERYONE LOVES these boots everywhere I go!

I will NEVER get tired of saying, "oh at Bendels in New York City"!

LOVE Sorel snow boots!  I'm not going lie, I bought these to be in the cool group at preschool.

Those tike's have some pretty decked out snow gear, now I can play with the best of them at recess.

Oh and I can truthfully use my phrase.."from a cute little shop in SoHo."

LOVE this is the only proof of my race.  As I totally got ripped off of the registration, I ran anyways. 

I "trained" for this thing as I BROKE my crotch in cycling, heart in yoga, booty in boot camp, fav ear phones on the treadmill, and shins on the elliptical.  So I was running with or without a number!  But my end numbers were GREAT as I beat my previous time by a couple minutes.  

LOVE myself!  As I was making these brownies it occurred to moi I'm AMAZING!

Hello, I'm baking brownies in a killer outfit with super hot 5" snake skin heels! 

Boo, you boys are gay!

LOVE this painting in the Met.  I need to find out the artist and what it's called as I didn't jot it down.

But I look at it and totally feel like this chick.  Your interpretations can decipher it so.

So have a LO-LO-LO-VE Valentines Day....with or without Ashlee Simpson.