reasons i know it's going to be a good weekend.

i can't stop smiling.

the weather is supposed to be
sunny and warm-ish.

last night my baby sister texted me
and confessed her love for the biebs.
mission accomplished.

yesterday was the best day.
and everyone knows if your thursday is good,
your weekend is going to be even better.

i'm only working a half-day today.
i'm going home at noon and hitting up
the new fancypants mall with my bff jill.

the first notification i saw when i checked facebook this morning,
was this incredible video from kelli.

bless you, kelli.
bless you. 

viva le sunshine.

last friday, 

the sun was shining and i was happy.

spring was in the air.

i chose to celebrate by wearing as many colors as possible.

i wanted to look as bright as my soul felt.

teal cardigan + bird tank + purple pants

when i visited kay at work,

she looked me up and down and said,

"mmm...did you bring your black pants?"

i told her i didn't

and asked if she thought it was too much.

"it's just....really....colorful."

i smiled. 

that was just the answer i was looking for.

so if you see a crazy lady on the street,

wearing three different colors

and smiling like a fool,

don't hate.

it's just me,

celebrating the beginning of spring

and the promise of summer.

if it weren't for iphones, i would have no pictures of my life.

 afternoon is blackjack time.

everyone knows that.

we play with quarters.

we play for keeps. 

we're kind of big deals.

like seven-hand winning streak big.

das wassup. 

please explain how she makes faces, snaps pictures,
and still looks flawless
while i end up with horrors.
{see next picture for proof}.

occasionally, sass will text me to see if i'm home for the weekend.
instead of being boring and replying with words,
i like to send a picture that gets my message across.
"not only am i home, i'm in your bed. partying with tiny and ernie. suckaaa."

 if i had her style/hair/steez when i was her age,
high school might have been less traumatizing.

i step out of the crafty closet about once a year. 

this year's adventure was for a valentine's card. 

the bottom half read, 

"you're meowsome."

it's a kitty.
literally scratching.
i died.

this is why she's my bff jill.

last night i went to a professional basketball game.

like, i actually wanted to go.

this whole "brissa starting to like/care about sports" thing 

is out of control.

but don't worry, 

i spent a good ten minutes looking for khlo-khlo 

cheering her man on from the sidelines.

i couldn't find her anywhere.

i spent the rest of my time yelling...

stupid khloe for not being in the same arena as me.

stupid officials for not calling penalties and favoring dirk.

stupid dirk. go back to germany.

stupid mavs.

stupid jazz for losing.

ugh.

i'm making myself sick.

this is out of hand.
srsly.

save.me.

one pumpkin chocolate chip cookie split three ways.

after thanksgiving dinner,

before the pie.

that's just how we roll.

get a hold of yourself.

i'm so lucky to have a wonderful friend 

who posts things like this on my wall.

not only is it funny,

it's exactly how i would react in the same situation.

actually, that's a lie.
amy may be a bit more dramatic than me.

and given her history with all things haunted, 

there's no question khyrie would die.

but that
my children,
is another story for another day.

pardon my obsession...

this is my absolute favorite picture.

i love it so much.

and just in case you're as obsessed with her as i am,

take a looksie at part two and three for even more.

anna james, 

you're my favorite/hero/imaginary best friend.

okay.

i promise i'm done now.

bless you for putting up with my nearly creep-status obsession.

i just can't help it.

i love love. 

[(b + k )- b] + j = k+j 4ever

remember when i told you 

my bff jill got married

and not to fret because mizz james had our back

when it came to capturing the moment?

of course you do.

because i freaked out and reminded you yesterday.

now please, prepare yourselves for an image overload.

but don't worry,

it's totally worth it.

{i apologize in advance for the pictures being small.

i need to figure out a way to widen my center column

so as to have giant, awesome pictures}.

behold, the cutest couple in the world. 

 such an ethnically diverse wedding party. 

formal parental love.
sidenote: is it bad my sister has my dream dress?
i feel like i'll never find one that compares. 
i mean, have you seen the skirt?!
gooorgeous. 

so short. so brown. so beautiful.

 i just can't get over how beautiful she looked. 

 500 BABIES.

  aaaahhhhhhh. one of my favorites!!!

their song was stand by me. 

perfect. so, so perfect. 

 as awkward as it looks/was, i could not stop hugging her.

i felt justified because my other half was officially taken. 

 daddy-daughter dance.

he cried. she cried. i cried. mom cried.

so many happy tears.  

i can't tell you how happy i am our fist pumping was documented.

we rock it guido style on the dance floor.

 fact: more people joining the dance floor 

doesn't make it any less awkward. 

 i won the bouquet in battle.

i can say this because it was slammed in my face

and at least half of the flowers landed on the ground. 

beth + brissa = x-treme bridesmaids. 

 hey heeey foxy ladieeez. 

  our parents are so proud.

in fact, they're blowing this picture up as big as possible

and putting it on our garage door

so the world can see how normal their children are. 

 as children, they called themselves the

"trouble maker twins."

pictures like this prove the TMT legend lives on. 

don't you worry, we got the car good.

silly string on the inside,

"bow chicka wow wow" and "get some" on the outside.

oh, and oreos. lots and lots of oreos. 

i love you krizzle.

i'm so happy you're happy.

bfflizzles 4-eva. 

white&yellow.white&yellow.

they're here!!!!!!

they're finally here!!!!!!

more to come later.

and just in case any of you were wondering,

anna james is my hero. 

the post-party pre-breakdown.

thank you all for your kind wishes.

everything went as planned and 

the wedding was lovely.

absolutely lovely.

the bride looked stunning.

there is nothing more beautiful than the glow of true love.

i wish i had taken pictures, but there was no time*.

don't worry though,

anna's kind of amazing and she's got our back.

she also made us fake laugh.

a lot.

and if there's one thing i learned,

it's that no one in my family has a pretty fake laugh.

we're like a pack of hyenas. 

and the little cut i got on my lip

from when the bouquet was spiked into my face 

during the toss

was totally worth it. 

looks like i'm next.

{insert laughter here}

*i lied.
i did have time.
just for one picture though.

creepy, right?
i'm pretty sure she's a ghost now. 

ever since i was a little girl i dreamed of getting acrylic nails.

my sister and i would buy the press-on's in junior high

and spend hours trimming, filing and making them look perfect

before carefully placing them on each finger. 

{please note: this is not me. i was brown, my front teeth were much larger

and my tips were always white with pink flowers and sparkles. i kept it classy.}

surprisingly enough, 

i never got my nails done for a high school dance.

i couldn't justify the price. 

i kept the dream alive though.

one day,

 i was going to have shiny, white tipped nails. 

one day....

the first time i got acryclic nails

was for jewboo's wedding.

my little girl dream had finally come true. 

they were perfectly squared with slightly rounded ends, 

placed straight on my finger and not slanted like the lady originally wanted.

i thought they were beautiful.

{this is the only photographic evidence i have of them. 

please don't judge me too harshly for what my face and hand are doing in this picture. 

it was 2009. i was 19 and i just wanted to be cool.}

then, i tried to take out my contacts.

i'm surprised my retina isn't scarred.

i felt my outfit choices were limited because my nails were too fancy.

so my white van knock-offs from target and jeans weren't going to cut it.

they felt like a strange extension to my natural nail

and i thought they were going to rip off every time

 i opened a car door, zipped up my pants or tied my shoes.

i grew paranoid that everyone i came in contact with 

would take one look at my hands and think, 

"ohmygosh, does she really think she can pull those off?"

or 

"biotch alert!!!!"

they lasted less than a week before i plied them off.

it was one of the most painful things i've ever done.

apparently i needed to soak my nails longer in the 100% acetone.

how dumb of me for stopping the soak prematurely. 

i should have realized when your skin burns

and feels like it's going to fall off,  that means it's working.

duuuh.

i promised myself i would never 

go through that horrible experience 

ever again.

>>>fast forward two years>>>

kay and i are going to get our nails done tonight

for her wedding tomorrow*.

so if you have a spare moment,

could you please pray for my eyeballs?

they already hate me. 

*aaaaaahh!!! my baby is getting married tomorrow!!!!!!

sometimes the tears, they fall.

last night, 

in the middle of my sister's bridal shower,

it hit me.

in two weeks, she will no longer be a porter.

in two weeks, my other half will marry her other half.
in two weeks, everything will change. 

that's when the tears slipped out.

i couldn't help it.

i still can't.

she hugged me and wiped away my tears.

she told me not to cry and smile instead.

i hope she doesn't mistake my tears for sadness,

because i truly am over the moon excited for her.
but that doesn't change the fact
that after july 21,
her initals will go from ktp to ktv
and my baby sister can officially add "wife" to her resume.
in order to force myself to stop crying,
i looked through some of our finest moments caught on camera.

i can't wait to see the gems we take on her wedding day.

deyz gonn bee guuuuuud. 

my heart can't stop smiling.

my other half 

has gone and got herself engaged.

they're kind of perfect for each other.

i'm so excited i can't breath.

!!!yippee-skippee!!!

raw fishsiccles.

last weekend my bff jill helped me with a project.

as a thank you, i took her out for sushi.

i decided to document this special occasion by taking pictures.

yes, she looks this gorgeous all the time.

it's okay if you hate her for it, i do too. 

i was freaking about my inability to take a semi-decent picture

 when she snapped this bad boy.

after she took it, she laughed and said, "this is soo you."

apparently i do this a lot.

by way of announcement.

iggy's has the best bacon of all time.

i swear every time beth, kay and i are in the same city 

we get our bacon fix.

as of right now, it's the best blt of my life.

bacon + swinging + bestos + the meow meow mix jingle

is the best way to spend a saturday.

ultimate face palm.

"wait, judas is the one who cut off jesus' ear right?"

as soon as i said that beth and james just stared at me.

mouths hanging open, eyes bulging out of their sockets

and disbelief furrowing their brow.

i thought for sure i was right.

they messaged khyrie to have her mock me via text and this was her response,

"picasso cut off his ear. smarty."

{just a little fy-izzle, i knew it was van gough.}

we're definitely sisters.

 i get the ear chopper mixed up and she gets a completey different century.

because i was so determined to believe jesus healed his own ear

it took james and beth ten minutes to teach me basic gospel.

i was set straight after half the people at the party

heard about my "theory."

much good that religious education has done me.

sat.ur.dai.

saturday i spent the evening with my bff jill and bk fresh.
{yes, i am aware this is only 2/3 of the puzzle but the other pictures are on kay's and ash's cameras.
isn't my cracker gorgeous?}

we hit up a classic junior high hot spot and did some shopping.

{i bought a party shirt. it has a tiger on it. reer.}

then we went to see a movie i was not looking forward to.
gag.

i don't like vanessa hudgens.

but i kind of, sort of enjoyed this movie...maybe a little...

but i give all the credit to 

 the hottie with a naughty body, alex pettyfer

the blind love of my life neil patrick harris 

{if he liked girls or i were a gay man, that would so happen}

and the fact that it's been ages since mary-kate has been in a movie.

on the way back we cranked the best tunes possible.

bow chicka wow wow || mike posner feat. weezy

bad romance || glee

saturday || the rocket summer
cross my heart || the rocket summer

iMiss..

my {gorgeous} seesters.

 my {brown} hipster. 

|[like w.o.a.h.]|

can i go home now please?

BEANS!!!

last week i went to iggy's with my bff-lizzles.

i ordered the blt with avocado.

it.was.heaven.

their bacon is best.EVER.

i want it now.

geez i feel like beans.

fun fact:  my initials are blp. in high school my friends and i were talking and i said something along the lines of "if i marry a man who's last name starts with 't' my initials will be blt..."  as a result of this revelation everyone started calling me bacon. 

macgyver that thing

my krizzle is the type of person that doesn't blog often

but i feel when she does it's golden.

just what the doctor ordered.

i can't even describe it.

just go read it.