Welp folks. I was supposed to post episode 2 of the adventures of Britt & Mic today BUUUUUUUT I failed. BUT I HAVE AN EXCUSE! Stranger Things season 3 has been out for over a month and I told my sister we would watch together and we haven’t been able to. So last night we got sucked in to two episodes AND I LIVED FOR IT. Yes, I Brittany Lawrence, sacrificed my blog due date for Stranger Things and I don’t regret it 🤣. Look for the new episode tomorrow AND the video on IGTV. Come on, you don’t want to miss a chance to see me be awkward AMIRIGHT?! So in the mean time, catch up on last weeks if you haven’t yet here!
Just as I promised, this is our first episode of The Adventures of Britt & Mic! If you do not know what I am talking about then catch up here –> The Adventures of Britt and Mic! <– But basically, Micaela (my sister) and I have been having so many fun weekends that I wanted write about them. There is never a dull moment when we are together! So here you go, enjoy…
Our favorite place to go on the weekends, or even week nights, is the Water Wheel Saloon in Norco. This is where we go to line dance. We started going so often that the line dance instructors and the bar tenders all knew us. Now this was back in like the end of March or beginning April. It was a Friday night so Micaela and I decided to meet our friend Wesley at the Water Wheel (Mic’s man was working weekends at the time so I was her weekend boyfriend and she was my/is my wing-woman to help me find a man… which has yet to happen but that is neither here nor there). Somewhere throughout the night these two guys start talking to our group and they buy us a drink, pretty sure it was shots. But they bought for all three of us so it wasn’t creepy. Oh you want to know their names? Well, that just isn’t the point of the story here is it…
Anywho, we are all chitchatting and it is getting late. Mic and I had mentioned, only to each other and Wes, that we wanted to go to Mavericks, the bar up the street. Wesley has to leave and asked if we wanted him to drive us up there. We assured him no, we were not even close to wanting to leave Water Wheel yet. So he leaves and Mic and I are still talking to our new friends. The conversation is starting to run a little slow so what do Mic and I do? What one naturally does in a bar, quotes Spongebob Squarepants DUH! Honestly who knows what TF we were doing but we did it with hand motions and everything. One of the guys tried to ask what we were doing and we told him it was from Spongebob. Bless his poor soul he tried real hard to know what we were talking about but you could tell he was lost. (Side bar: I am pretty sure I have mentioned this before, but we told my dad that we did Spongebob in the bar and he scolded me saying I will never find a man like that. Well dad, maybe I will find the RIGHT man like that, yeah ever think of that?)
It had only been maybe 15 minutes since Wes left and Mic and I were all it is time to go. We turn to the guys and say sorry fellas, but we have to go home, we have to be up early for a hike (which was the absolute truth… well the hike). They replied bummed and asked if we wanted to go to Mavericks. We nicely said no, we have to go to sleep. We say bye, thanks for the drinks, and quickly walk out the bar.
Our usual, park in the back and bring a case of White Claws. We drink a couple before going in, sometimes come out for another, it is how we roll… that and we are broke. So we go to the car for our last White Claws. Mavericks is so close we felt dumb calling an Uber and figured we could save a few bucks by just walking there. We map it out and it is exactly one mile from where we were and it said it would take 30 minutes to walk. 30 MINUTES?! We said nah, we can make that in 10-15 minutes. So we grab our White Claws and we GO. We get to the “side walk” aka, the dirt horse path, and we start HOOFIN’ IT.
We are about halfway there and we decide we should FaceTime Tabitha, one of our other sisters, but she doesn’t answer (loser. JK I love you). So we decide to leave her a FaceTime Voice Mail, and invention of our own making. We recorded ourselves, and sent it to her via text, genius we know (refer to IGTV for evidence of this message). Ever since that night we have made those a thing.
We finally make it to Mavericks. We are walking up to the door and an Uber cuts us off on our path to the door. Out of this Uber I kid you not, steps out THE TWO GUYS FROM WATER WHEEL. Mic and I stop in our tracks, look at each other with utter fear on our faces, turn around and literally run. We find a truck to hide behind and just squat down trying to hush our hysterical laughter. Tab calls us back and we are trying to explain and she thinks we are nuts. We don’t know what to do, we just know we have to pee really bad. Okay, we need a plan. We put our hair up in buns because we both had it down, and pop the colors on our denim jackets, you know to disguise ourselves because NO ONE would recognize us in this change of wardrobe… idiots we are. We walk in and make a B line for the bathroom. We make it, everything is cool. When we come out we see an open table in the middle of the place, perfect it is not on the edge, it will be harder to pick us out. We sit down and just stair at each other quietly when low and behold, who walks up?
“Heyyyyy” they say, “We thought you were going home.”
“Oh hiiiii,” we respond, “we had to go to the bathroom.”
“So you had to go to the one at the bar?”
“Yeahhhh, we just couldn’t make it all the way home…”
I can’t even remember what was said after that, but they obviously didn’t hate us too much because they hung out with us again. Mic and I did a few line dances here and there, and then one of the guys said he knew how to two step and took Mic on the dance floor. They were doing alright, not too shabby. The end of the song comes and he looks like he is going for a dip, which is pretty normal at the end of a dance. With him in the lead, Mic goes for it. THIS FOOL drops her on her ass. Just straight full body on the floor and he just stares at here and helps her up. Her face just reads WTF just happened. He apologizes and said he didn’t know she was going for the dip. This is when we realize it is time to leave. We call that Uber up and we dip. That was the fastest karma I ever did see.
We made it home, made it to bed, and did not make it on the hike we were supposed to go on, but went on an easier, closer one and named it the hangover trail because that’s what we were.
I made a plan! In my last post, Chase Me Gosh Darn-It!, I said I was thinking about sharing more of mine and my sister Micaela’s adventures. The first will come this Friday (or at least that is the plan) so make sure you follow along here AND on Instagram (@the.B.Law) because there will be supporting videos for every story… we tend to leave “FaceTime voicemails” when we go out and drink. Oh, you don’t know what a FaceTime voicemail is? If someone doesn’t answer our FaceTime call, then we record a “voicemail” and text it to them. It is great, you should try it.
So Friday will be the first story where we will introduce our favorite place ever to go out. Until then, head to Instagram for our intro video of us just being ridiculously us LOL!
Next weeks episode: Hoofin It!
**Disclaimer: this post might just be a ramble, but it is the start to a new series of posts. So yeah read on!
I feel like every time I write a new blog I want to start it off like, “Hey! It’s been awhile…”. Obviously it has been awhile, let’s not kid ourselves. I have not been writing so let’s just skip that part and be real haha.
So hi! I know this is supposed to be a style blog or whatever, but I’ve got some feelings and shit. How come even though you want to be effing chased, you allow guys to have it easy and don’t make it hard to chase you? Am I that starved for attention that I am willing to accept in the moment affection that won’t last? AM I JUST STUPID?! I am starting to think that is the issue…
Question: what is more dumb? Being actually stupid and not realizing what the consequences of your actions might be, OR being smart enough to know the consequences and choosing to do that action anyways?
This question came up after choices I made that I most definitely knew the consequences of, but tried to convince myself otherwise (it may have also been the alcohol convincing me otherwise). This story will potentially get shared in time, but regardless, a valid question I am pondering.
Being in the dating world is tough, like more than just trying to actually find a man who will give you the time of day. But once one actually does, you have so many things to decipher. Maybe I just overthink everything, but I have quickly come to realize that I do not know how to date. I do not know the rules, I do not know the games, I do not know how to play it cool, I DO NOT KNOW WHAT I AM DOING.
Don’t get me wrong, I am having fun. Micaela, my sister that you are going to hear much more about, and I go out often and we ALWAYS have a great time. I have met a few people, and maybe one will stick, but it is scary to have hopes about any of it. We say we have hopes of having hopes. I am in this place where it feels like eventually they all choose someone else anyways. So as much fun as we have, it is hard sometimes to be home on a Sunday night after all the fun is over and still feel somewhat alone, but I am working on it.
I am not really sure where this post is going, but I have decided I want to write more about mine and Mic’s adventures and being in the dating realm. The Tragic Girls are essentially back but in a whole new light ;). Get ready for some fun and tragic stories (and lots of code names)!
Being the Thanksgiving season and all we should all take the chance to recognize what we are thankful for. I myself am thankful for a lot. I’m thankful for the wonderful dinner that I got to eat with my family today and that I got to watch my 2 year old niece play. But I am also thankful for so much more…
10 things I am thankful for:
1- I am thankful for the dry shampoo that I had to use two days in a row this week because I was too lazy to wash my hair
2- I’m thankful for tampons because they are probably one of the best inventions in the world
3- I am thankful that I didn’t pop my tire when I ran over the curb yesterday
4- For my roomie, may she always be just as tragic as I am
5- I’m thankful for my Bfffff and that she has put up with me for 15 years
6- For my sisters assuring me that I am not the only crazy one
7- I am thankful that living on my own has taught me that snacks actually make a good dinner
8- For my boyfriend because for some reason he loves me
9- I am thankful that I am a sneaky, ninja, closeted psycho girl but appear put together to everyone else
10- I am thankful that although I can’t remember things all the time, I can always remember movie quotes like a teenage boy
There are things to be thankful for everyday. Instead of always go, go, going, we need to take time to reflect and be happy with our lives no matter how tragic they are. Love your life, your family, and your friends and be thankful that you have them.
-Tragic Girls ❤
There is a certain trend in fashion right now that must have been a mistake. Some girl no doubt saw some other girl that she believes to be fabulous, go get the mail in her apartment building wearing her inside clothes, and this quiet observer sadly mistook this said fabulous girl’s outfit to be fashionable. Thus resulting in the observer wearing the article of clothing in question and telling her other pitiful yet eager followers that she saw some fabulous girl sporting this new style and that if they too start to wear it they will too be fabulous. From this came such a chain reaction that now you can have a competition with a friend making tallies of who can spot the most girls in one day wearing this misunderstanding. I’m here with a revelation to tell you that you have been lied to for LEGGINGS ARE NOT PANTS.
I know this must come as a shock to many but it’s true, leggings are just not pants. If leggings could suffice as an acceptable pair of bottoms then that would imply that you could not see the flesh of your butt cheeks, the outline of your thong, and your crack right through them. How often do we get the awful pleasure of witnessing this, and for punishment for not telling the offender that you can see right through her so called pants, you cannot look away from the fashion crime scene. You’re just standing there with your eyes glued to her butt crack thinking how does she not realize they are see through? You think, mine are never like that… Right? Assuredly you bend over rear to mirror just to prove to yourself how much better you are in wearing leggings as pants than the awful site before you. Oh look, you forgot you were wearing your favorite pink undies, oh how you love these undies, you were wearing them the first time you… Wait… Why can you see your pink undies if you’re wearing pants? Just like that you stand straight up and walk out of the store, to your car and drive home in shame. It’s okay, you were under the illusion, but the veil is being lifted and you can come see the light.
This does not mean that leggings are bad, they just need to be worn in a proper way. It’s actually very simple but it appears that it needs to be spelled out for some. So listen carefully for instructions are about to be given about how to properly dress yourself. Are you ready? Now take note, leggings are perfect when you wear a top that covers your butt. It’s that easy! They make extremely cute outfits and not to mention they’re comfortable. Pair a long sweater over leggings and add boots and you have the perfect fall outfit. If you’re trying to get dressed and you’re wondering if you shirt is okay with you leggings just turn around and check your butt. If it’s not covered you need to change. Nobody wants to see thinly covered cheeks that jiggle when you walk. Do yourself a favor and take this advice.
No need to thank me.
A couple of young people that I know quite personally recently got engaged. Now it’s all about the wedding and what not, and planning, and getting ready for the future. They have about a year and a half until the wedding so there is a lot to think about. One thing of great importance is living together and the issue of where and when. Both of these youngsters still live with their parents so while they may think that they’re so mature and independent because they’re getting married, they are still dependent on their parents for shelter and food whenever it’s convenient, and all of the other luxuries of not living on you’re own where you’re dependent on yourself.
I was discussing this issue with my roomie the other night. We talked about how we feel bad for the couple. As of now they don’t really intend on moving out together before the wedding, and not out of moral reasons, but to save money. Personally myself used to be opposed to living together before getting married because I thought that once you were finally married there would be no difference in feeling if you already lived together. But now I actually think it’s a really good idea to live together first, even if it’s just for a short time before the wedding just so that you really know each other in all situations and you know that your marriage will last. However this is not about morals or cohabitation before marriage, this is about being fully, 100% independent. If you’re not going to live with your fiancé before you get married then you at least should live on your own or with a roommate first. Many youngsters do not realize how truly hard it is to be fully independent.
My roomie and I were making light of this now that we have the hang of things, but we were reminiscing about all the things that used to be provided for us that we now have to get ourselves. Some of these items are things that you don’t fully think about being an issue when you move out on your own. Things like dish soap and paper towels. These things were usually just in your kitchen. You also need essentials like toilet paper and who would have thought that toilet paper could be so expensive. You really get what you pay for. My roomie and I have come to not mind two-ply. She found what she calls a “Mexican Market” in the mall that’s she works in and scored on a huge pack of toilet paper for like four bucks, WINNING!
Girls, wait until you’re on a budget and you need to buy your own tampons since your parents aren’t buying you the ones you like anymore. Yeah we went cheap once and got that off brand, card board applicator nonsense. That crap hurts. So we went a step up and got off brand, plastic applicators. Those still aren’t great. There are some things you just can’t be frugal on. My advice for you girls on what not to be frugal on is tampons and razors. Just get the good stuff or you’ll end up sitting weird and uncomfortable seven days out of the month with band-aids on your legs.
Everything else you need though my roomie and I have found suitable alternatives that are affordable. I know it’s sad, but a sacrifice is your good $20 shampoo and in place get the $1.99 Suave. Most of mine and my roomie’s, scratch that, all of our stuff for the kitchen is the generic brand. Our favorite place to shop is Target. We literally get everything there that we don’t even consider the Target brands to be “off brand” anymore. We have learned how to save money with coupons and the cheaper brands. We even get our dish soap and paper towels or napkins at the dollar stores! We have no shame, you have to do what you have to do.
With this we have learned so much. We were both pretty independent to begin with, we both just didn’t pay rent. Now we know how truly hard it is. We keep each other accountable for turning off lights and wasting electricity or paying bills. Even though we have lived on our own for six months now and have the hang of it we are still living paycheck to paycheck. Getting the hang of it doesn’t mean that you eventually have more money, it’s still a struggle. It just means that we have gotten used to living within our means. We have cut costs where we can and know that if we want to spend money on something that isn’t essential we have to save or budget accordingly. In the mean time we are both working hard at work praying we get raises so that we have extra money. I can honestly say that one of the biggest stresses that I’ve experienced was rent last month and the month before when I literally had to go a week on $10. I couldn’t buy anything extra so if I didn’t bring lunch to work, then I didn’t eat, and yes, we do have a stack of ramen in the pantry just in case.
Living on your own for the first time is not easy but it’s doable and takes practice, and good budgeting and planning. I highly recommend you live on your own before you get married. The stress of learning to survive with the stress of a new marriage seems like way too much stress to be combined. Trust me, if my roomie and I can do this, then anyone can.
How often do girls decide that they need a change after something happens in their lives and they go straight for their hair? I am guilty of this on more than one occasion. Us girls have such a connection with our hair, it’s part of our identity and a way to express ourselves. That’s why when we need a change we go straight for the hair because it changes our whole appearance. It makes us feel better when we drastically change our hair as if we are a completely different person and we feel beautiful again.
A perfect example of a hard time when we feel the need for change is after a breakup. We want to feel new again like we were never with the guy or that we are better off without him and that he doesn’t deserve us. This is where I am guilty. After my first big breakup I dyed my hair dark brown. It completely changed how I looked and I felt good. After my next breakup I wanted to completely forget about the guy so bad that I thought looking different would help, yet again, so I decided to dye my hair more red and get bangs and not just any bangs, I got straight across bangs. Ten months later and I am still suffering from that decision.
Let me just tell you, bangs are never a good idea. But no, noo my sister who is my hairdresser didn’t try to talk me out of it. I said, “I want bangs,” and she said, “Bang is something you do, you want fringe,” and sat me down and cut my hair. Of course I loved them at first, but then I decided I was going to grow them out and that’s where it starts. The struggle of having hair in your face all the time. When they first start to grow out they go straight into your eyes and you feel like you’re being stabbed by tiny needles. You can’t look cute anywhere there is wind and pinning them up makes you look like a child. One of the worst parts though is trying to wash your face. You always have to make sure that you have a headband and of course you can never find one.
Now that it has been ten months they have grown quite a bit. But now I ask the question, how long do bangs have to be to not be considered bangs anymore? Mine are at the awkward chin length so you can still see them. When you do nothing with them they just follow the line of your jaw in a weird curve. Then When you want them out of your face the only way they fit in your ponytail is to have a high, cheerleader ponytail and then they stick out the top of your rubber band like a cockatoo. While sporting the cockatoo you can feel people staring at it while you talk to them.
Again I stress that bangs are never a good idea. My roomie was feeling a change the other day and told me she was thinking about bangs. I practically shouted no at her. Friends don’t let friends get bangs, or to be more correct, friends don’t let friends get fringe. Friends letting friends get “bangs” is a whole other story.
My best friend’s family has had Bat the Cat ever since I met her 14 years ago. He was always around for amusement when we were there, showing himself off in provocative poses. He would lean his overweight self back and stare at us knowing deep down he was sexy. Watch out JT for Bat is bringing Sexy Cat. I started to notice that Bat had quite a thing for me. Whenever I’d spend the night he would find his way over to me and cuddle up at my legs. It was cozy until my legs went to sleep under his weight.
Over the years Bat lived on as normal, however like most, getting old took a toll on his body. At the age of 14 he never looked younger. He lost so much weight you would swear he was a kitten again. He was quite spry for an old man, always keeping up on his cat duties. But as time went on, Bat slowed down.
We knew it must be coming to an end as Bat started to lose control over his body. I awoke to a tragic text from my best friend one recent morning:
Although awful, part of me and I know my best friend laughed. Typical Bat. Squeezing every last bit of his youth out, literally. On September 26, 2014 Bat, or to be more formal Batrick, left this world behind. So here is to you Bat, thanks for all the laughs and times we cuddled. RIP.
Kristen Bell’s voice is iconic in her opening line of every Gossip Girl episode, “Gossip Girl here, your one and only source into the scandalous lives of Manhattan’s elite.” How many times did this show have its viewers certain that they knew the real identity of Gossip Girl was Jenny Humphrey, Eric van der Woodsen, then Georgina Sparks took it over then handed it down to Serena van der Woodsen, then the real Gossip Girl took it back. Through all the drama no one ever expected the real Gossip Girl to be, WARNING- spoiler alert, none other than Dan Humphrey, also known as “Lonely Boy” by Gossip Girl, who is himself. At the end Dan confesses that he started Gossip Girl so that he could be a part of something, the Upper East Side’s world. After watching the entire series I couldn’t help but ask, are we our very own Gossip Girl? Was our generation so obsessed with this show and the idea of Gossip Girl that we don’t realize that in reality, we ARE Gossip Girl?
In the show the only form of social media is the Gossip Girl site and Gossip Girl “herself”. She knew everything about all of the characters’ lives. How did she know all of this information? She was not stalking people, people would voluntarily send in “tips” of information about their lives or the lives of others. How is this any different from the “status” updates that we post or “send” into Facebook, or the pictures that we post on Instagram, or the tweets we post to Twitter? When the characters would look back into Gossip Girl’s past, they found their own timeline from freshman year of high school all they way through their college years and beyond. Our Facebooks act as that same timeline. From the day that we signed up and made our profiles to today we have been building a timeline, voluntarily telling the world about our personal lives.
How often has social media gotten us into trouble? We are so obsessed with letting people know or see what we are doing at all times that we often do not stop and think about the consequences, we just think about the “likes”. Now you might feel cool when you get 100 likes on your picture at a party doing a keg stand, but unlike on Gossip Girl, scandals do not always blow over. Though it may not seem like a big deal, that picture can come back to hurt you later, say when you’re trying to get a new job or make a good first impression on someone. If they do just a little bit of research on you in the database that knows you best, they will find years of first person documentation written by none other than yourself.
I am not saying that social media is bad. I myself have Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter. It is the way that it is used though that makes it good or bad. My dad asked me recently why we post things on Facebook and I couldn’t really give him an answer. Thinking about it almost made me feel silly that I partake in posting what I am doing at every second to let my world know that I am eating pasta for dinner. I am sure that everyone really cares what I eat for dinner. The part I enjoy is how easy it is to share pictures and invite people to events and other useful things like that. It cuts out the whole we are going to take a group picture but we have to take it 10 times so that we can take it once on everyones’ phones.
Again I am not saying social media is bad. I just found the similarities to Gossip Girl really interesting since I just recently finished the entire series. When used for bad we are Gossip Girl and we voluntarily put stuff on the internet that doesn’t go away that can hurt us or people we care about all for what? So we feel like we are part of something that isn’t even tangible? To be a part of a cyber world that then gives us something to talk about in our own real world? It is just interesting to me that we feel the need to connect in a way that almost is not real.
XOXO- Tragic Girls