Wednesday, July 31, 2013

They/Superhero City

My days are officially filled with packing up a house and all the worries that come with buying your first home.  

After all is said and done, and whatever may happen when all of this is all behind us, I am going to pour my Mister and I the stiffest drink possible.  I'm thinking a Gin, party of two, will be in order.

(Some shots of us at our friend's boy's birthday party from this weekend.  It was superhero themed.  And awesome.)

 Scaring the Mister into thinking I want another one of these.


Clara and her superhero, girl-power friend.

Taunting Clara, telling her we are taking the baby home.
She totally didn't buy it.

Thanks for once again outdoing yourself and throwing a fabulous bash, Breiers!

Happy Humpday!

Friday, July 26, 2013

assault and harassment landlord has been harassing me and my family since Monday night.  

Want to know why?

On Monday our tub had completely stopped draining.  
(I blame my sister, Micheala, aka Chewbacca.)

I had called him the night before (Sunday) and let him know about the tub.  He said he would get a plumber.  That was the last  I heard from him.

On Monday night, at 5 pm, he shows up with a random neighbor.  I let them in, the neighbor introduced himself.  Landlord said nothing.

An hour and a half and two trips in and out of my house later, landlord still hasn't said anything to me.  I was having a dinner that night because my family was visiting, so while he was walking out the door again I said

"Hey (landlords name), can you give me a time on when this will be done?"

His response, "It will get done when it gets done."

My response, "Hey, I'm just trying to plan my night."

He walks out.  (It was more of a jerky saunter)

About half an hour later, I am in the kitchen.  He walks in and corners me.  He began berating and yelling at me, telling me how I have a bad attitude and I need to keep it in check.  He told me that he would rather be having dinner then fixing our tub.  He said I was rude for asking for a time on when it would be finished and that fixing the tub was in fact my responsibility.    

The Mister heard him yelling at me, came in the kitchen, saw what was going on and told him he needed to leave our house right now.   He started screaming about how this is his property and how he didn't have to leave.  So we threatened to call the cops and he bolted for the door.

Now, a few days later, he has sent us threatening letters with false accusations in them.  He has tried and change the lease to say we owe more money and he spends his days sending me harassing text messages.

I literally feel unsafe in my home.

This is my documentation of how our crazy landlord had verbally assaulted me and is continually harassing me.

If I go missing, look no further than the man upstairs.

(Literally, he lives upstairs.)

Happy Freaking Friday!


Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Bad Attitude

I was cornered, yelled at, belittled and told I had a "bad attitude" on Monday.  

(By someone who hasn't had a chance to enjoy my bad attitude.)


Although, this person DID get a chance to see my Mister's bad attitude.  

Don't mess with the Mister's girls.

It will never end well for you.

Happy Humpday!

Wednesday, July 17, 2013


Things I wanted to do today:

Run 3 miles
Swim at least 1 mile
Wedding Crafties
Farmers Market

Things I'm doing instead:

Moping around because of this damn summer cold.


Do you like to eat delicious things, like cake and cookies?

Then you should go visit my sister, Christi, at Sugaree bakery in Dogtown.

She makes the BEST treats in the whole wide world.

(Tell her I say Hi! while you are there!)

Happy Humpday!

Monday, July 15, 2013


Well, our apartment has officially been rented and we have a mere 36 days till we close on our house.  
(Where's my brown paper bag?????)  

So, obviously, when we had an opportunity to either start packing the house OR go bet on the ponies.....we chose the latter.

I'm really glad we did, too.  

It was a gorgeous day.

Clara packed a book bag to take along.  
This made The Mister very excited and dubbed pony day as 
"Daddy School Day". 

Clara even had some friends come and join the fun!

The weather was perfect, a little hot in the sun but perfect napping weather in the shade. 
I love it when Clara naps on me.  She is constantly go go go go go these days.  Its nice to have little remnants of the baby she once was.

Today I should be packing the house, but I woke up this morning feeling terrible!  I've been dizzy and nauseous all day.  I was the DD this weekend, so its not from playing to hard and I went to bed at 10:30 so it's not from lack of sleep...I don't have time to be sick so I am going to go ahead and rule that out as well.  
Lets just blame this on it being Monday.

Happy Monday!

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Color Me Bad

Rhiannon and her step sister went to see Justin Bieber last night.  When I picked them up they had no voices and aching feet, which could only mean one thing, 

They had a ridiculously fantastic time.

I am so happy that they have an interest in seeing live music - even though it is not the kind of music I wish they were listening to.   

Do you remember the very first band you saw without your parents being with you?  After thinking about it, I remembered that my first parent free concert wasn't any better than the Biebs....... 

(Hey girls,  {I won't personally call you out on our poor concert going choices}  remember riding around after this show and pulling up right next to these guy's limo?  Remember when they rolled their windows down and we started screaming like banshees?  Good times, good times!)

Happy Humpday! 

Monday, July 8, 2013

Butterflies, 4th of July and Bieber Bieber FEVER!

I hope you all had a great long weekend!
After being gone for a week and the Mister being sick for another whole week, Clara and I were happy to finally spend some uninterrupted time with our #1 guy.

We spent our time:  Holding super creepy animals.....

Looking for.......

And being attacked by (killer) butterflies!

Studying the different types of (killer) butterflies....
(She seriously sat there for over 30 minutes....)

And watching fireworks on the sand with Mr. & Mrs. K.

Now on to important matters.

I do not have the Bieber Fever.

My 13 year old does, as does her step sister.

Tomorrow, I will take those two crazies to see him.


Happy Monday!

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Coffee Talk

I'm really glad I came home the other day. 
The Mister has had an awful case of the flu since Sunday. 
I don't know what you're like when you are sick, but my Mister is an angel.  He doesn't ask for anything. 

If you do anything to try and help him, such as bringing him water, he will profusely and sweetly thank you in the most adorable and pathetic way.  Like a puppy. 
I don't know how he stays so sweet. 
When I'm sick I turn into an absolute beast.

(Speaking of beasts.......)

So, I own this shirt.

It is pretty accurate of how I feel in the mornings.
One of the more important requirements of any new apartment I had has always been: 
Is it within walking distance to a coffee shop?

(On a scale of one to ten in importance, coffee ranks at 11 1/2)

Last week I had went out and had some cocktails with my friends. 
I stayed with one of them that night and awoke to the softest and cutest cuddle buddy ever. 
(Shhh.....don't tell the Mister!)

Cocktails were flowing and when we awoke, Toby and I were thinking the exact same thing......


However, I soon found that coffee wasn't easy to get around those parts.
I had a lot of work to do for my cup'o joe.

First up, you gotta grind those beans.

Mortar and Pestle, of course! 
 Second, you have to find something to hold all of those freshly (course) grounds...

Cheese cloth, to the rescue!

And finally......

Just add boiling water for about 8-10 minutes!

I told her I know what she is getting for her birthday.
A conventional coffee pot.
Or, at the very least, a French press.
Or maybe a coffee grinder.

Love ya, B!
.....Birds of a feather.....
(don't have the same morning drinking habits...)

Happy Humpday!

Monday, July 1, 2013

Country Dogs

I am supposed to be down south right now, but I'm not.

I had been down visiting this past week and it was so fabulous. 
(Until it wasn't.)

While Rhiannon is trapezing around the US with her father and The Mister is working crazy hours in Chicago.....
Clara and I did some serious visiting. 

We were able to catch up with about three different people every day.  I desperately needed that.

This picture is fantastic.  
Her friend is just as sweet and angelic as this picture portrays.  
Clara's little sneer is perfectly matched to her demeanor as well.

 She was able to go to her (best friends!) house .
(Cousin visit!)  

I was able to get away for an adult only night out with my three all time favorite gals in the whole wide world.  

(How did we NOT get a picture of us together? There isn't a single one of the entire night!)

My friend's new "sexy backyard ladies".
I'm so freaking jealous.

I was able to get some family time in.  
It really was fantastic.

But then I got in a car wreck.  

And then I was almost viciously attacked by a pair of dogs. 

I want to get one thing straight, right now. 

Unprovoked attacks does not make a dog territorial.  It makes them a liability.  And when a dog attacks someone who was just trying to knock on your door, you have a serious problem on your hands.

When I was trying to warn the person about how unsafe it was to let their dogs roam free when they are so "territorial" I was told that I was:

 stupid, "soft" from living in the city, AND that it was MY FAULT THEY TRIED TO ATTACK ME.  

I was told that is just how country dogs are and that I need to get over it.  

I was only trying to warn someone of what would happen to them when (because it isn't an if, it is a when) the dogs do this to a random UPS guy.  Or any other delivery person, for that matter.  Or perhaps a friend or family member they just don't know that well. 

If your dog attacks someone on YOUR property, it is your fault.  You will be responsible for that person's medical bills, you will most likely get sued, and if it is bad enough, you can even be charged with  involuntary manslaughter.  The boundaries of these laws don't stop because you live in the country.

As for the dogs, they will be put down.  Which sucks, because it's not the dogs fault they weren't properly trained. 

I don't think I deserved to be made to feel like I did for trying to explain this to someone I love and care about.  

Feelings are a funny thing, especially when they get hurt.

Sorry if we had plans this week.  
I'm a total flake and came running home as soon as the sun came up yesterday.  I did the right thing.  It feels good to be home.

Happy Monday!