That New New – Pt. 2

Hey! I’m going to stop you right there and say if you have not read the first half of this post, That New New – Pt. 1, then go read that first.

I have left you hanging on updates since May… sorry about that, slack attack. Recap, it was May and I bought a plane ticket to go meet Mr. Montana in June, IN MONTANA, and be his wedding date… to a wedding he was also now officiating. Talk about a first date.

“Four months of anticipation packed into a carryon. 30 years of life and Iโ€™d never flown alone.”

Can you imagine my nerves? I was about to fly, BY MYSELF for the first time, to go meet a guy I had only ever FaceTimed… on Instagram because he never had enough service to actually FaceTime ๐Ÿ˜…. MY FATHER WAS LIKE WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! But I had to go.

“I swear my heart was beating louder than the roar of the engines as we touched down.”

The week had come, AND MY FLIGHT CHANGED LIKE DAYS BEFORE, WHICH WOULD HAVE LEFT ME TO MISS MY CONNECTING FLIGHT. So after waiting literally 10 hours for a call back from Delta, I got a flight the day prior, had to call my manager while I had the Delta lady on hold to get approved to take one more day off, and get to Montana a day early. June 4th. I would be there from Thursday at lunch time to Sunday. Walking out of the terminal I was SO NERVOUS. I arrived at noon-ish which meant Mr. Montana had to get me on his lunch break. I texted him and he told me he wasn’t there yet. I got on the escalator and saw him walking towards it, he was already there waiting to surprise me. With sunflowers, my favorite. Wearing cowboy boots, also my favorite. He walked up to me, put his spare arm around me and pulled me in for our first kiss and it was magical. We were both literally shaking as we walked back to his Jeep. Also please note he handed me the flowers and took my bag from me. I was shookth. Who was this gentleman and where did he come from?

“My knees weak and nervous, my mouth dry from my mask. The world was falling apart, but I just wanted to fall into you.”

He drove me to his cabin and had to go back to work, so I got to cuddle with his amazing dog Raen and take a nap. Life was good.

“The descend of the escalator, Lord please donโ€™t let me fall. I could see you, cowboy boots, the sunflowers bright in your hand, my favorite.”

That night he came home from work, COOKED FOR ME, like the best pasta ever, then asked me to officially be his girlfriend. It was a dream. The rest of the weekend was amazing. Date night Friday, wedding for his best friends Saturday, and crying when I went home on Sunday.

“You wrapped your free arm around me, strong but gentle, and we kissed for the first time. It took everything in me not to melt into a puddle on the floor.”

A month goes by and I find a cheap plane ticket to go back for the Fourth of July, but I had to drive to Vegas in order to get this cheap flight. Done. Got to work at the crack of dawn, worked eight hours, drove four hours to Vegas, waited at the airport for like another four (or more) hours because my plane got delayed twice, and arrived at just about midnight for another fun filled Montana weekend which included staying in this chic little sheep wagon, a rodeo, and a river float.

“A trade, flowers for my bag, my hand in yours, and the wonder of whether the moment was even real as we walked to your Jeep.”

Two months later, I flew back out for Labor Day weekend (this time from Ontario and not Vegas) to move Mr. Montana back to California, and we have basically been together almost every day since.

“You opened my door. The brief moment to myself, as you put my bag in the back, might have been the first breath I took since you stole it away.”

That was just a super quick update, I will give more details in another post. Just know he is here, we are BEYOND happy, and oh yeah, his name is Preston.

“Door closed behind you, my face is in your hands, your lips on mine. You pulled back and smiled and I could see my future in your eyes.”

(follow on insta, @the.b.law, if you don’t already to see more of his lovely face ๐Ÿ˜‰)

The New Name of Tragic Girls is…

Hello all! As you know I announced that there will be some big changes to the blog come the new year, one of which is changing the name. This has been a change that I have thought about a lot. Once I figured out the new name I knew I was making the right decision and I am really excited. So with that being said, come 2016 Tragic Girls will be changing to…

The blog will be changing to the.B.Law! When I thought of this name I liked it, but still wasn’t sure. Then as I kept thinking about it, the more I fell in love with it. It is kind of a play on words and has a few different meanings, one- obviously it represents my name, two- this was my high school nick name (I was on varsity dance and we had three Brittanys so my name turned into B-Law), and three- I like that it sounds like what I am saying is my law (haha).

Changing the name from Tragic Girls is bitter sweet. Tragic Girls is what got me started and it holds a lot of meaning and memories, especially of my roomie and I. I am excited though for the change and what the new name, the.B.Law means. They reason I am making the change is because I have come to a point where the name Tragic Girls itself I feel is restricting me. I know it is my blog and I can write about whatever I want, but I want my name to reflect what my blog is about, or at least be broad enough to cover whatever. Tragic Girls was fun and I will always be tragic, but I want to write about more. I have already ventured into style however, with the name Tragic Girls, if you didn’t read the blog already it may seem like I am writing about tragic fashion which I am NOT! I want a name where any topic is possible. Trust me I have tried to break out of this confinement and convince myself otherwise but it hasn’t worked, the block is in my head. Tragic Girls will always be a part of me and you can bet if something tragic happens I will still post it (tragicness is inevitable in my life), and as long as I can figure out how to do it, I want to keep tragic girls as a page on my blog. I will have to research and mess around to figure out if that is even possible.

The other change to my blog will be the look. I have been trying to hint with the pictures I have been posting about the upcoming changes. I want it to be classic, black and white. Simple and classy. I am still trying to find the right theme and I think I settled on one last night. In a few day Tragic Girls will be officially close for “construction” while I work on the changes. I hope you will all enjoy what is to come!

 

 

 

 

New Name Reveal… TOMORROW!

Make sure to stay tuned tomorrow because I will be revealing the new name of my blog! I am so excited to get started with all of my changes! After I reveal the new name and post my explanation of all of my upcoming changes the blog will be temporarily closed, under construction to make all the changes as the new year approaches. I hope you will bear with me through this! I am so thankful for your continued support.

Talk to you tomorrow! Can’t wait!