So the fun thing about mah-new-blog is: I have a place to put things that are important to me. Not a shoebox under the bed where I hide my cash. Not a baby book with milestones that Mav crushed. Almost like an online memory box with notes from ex boyfriends, and stages and phases of my life. I call this post: MySpace, because that’s how long I’ve had these words, since the days of MySpace. So I share with you, my 7-8+ year old “about me” section of what my father all knowingly referred to once as “Brianna if I find out yaw on that my place site, I sweahtagod I’ll delete yaw screen name” (little did he know I lived for the chatrooms of AOL (age sex location anyone?) and MySpace was the first place I learned how to “online date” 😂😂😂 can you believe I admit this shit to you?! Omg. My father will have his own blogpost one day. He always told my sister and I that we were “aging him in dawg yeahs” and to “not act like little whoo-ahhs” and the one story about “not understanding hawn beeps” or how he puts an R on the end of my name when he’s really pissed off; yes all for another time. 
Anywho, back to my point. I was probably 21-25 during the collaboration of putting all these words together. I’ve had them copied and pasted into others peoples “about them” sections and would repeat one of my fav mantras while reading familiar words:

“Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.”

((Thinking, how can you like all the things I like? Knowing that everything I write is inspired by a specific someone or something, it irks me still.))
Needless to say, I did make a few edits tonight to bring this lovely arrangement of words into my present day mom/wife life. 

I believe that truly great friends are far and few between, so I hold onto who I’ve got. I know the people I love hard, love me back hard, and I know I’m lucky to be able to say that. I know that when you are wonderful to life, life will be wonderful back to you, 100 times over. My friends are my family and my family, my friends – this means something so big to me, however words are never enough. I love anything that moves me, be it a song lyric or a pair of shoes, or a great hair day. I will take constructive criticism any day of the week, but people who are directly negative and/or miserable to me due to their own shortcomings/skeletons/insecurities/what-have-yous will not have any control over my feelings and in turn my life and future. I pray for people like this. There are too many beautiful people in my world to make room for ones that don’t belong. It’s nice to know that someone on this planet is doing the same exact thing as me at the same exact time, and not by any other chance aside from the fact that they’re like me, and I’m like them. Things like that make my heart smile 🙂 
I believe in true friends, in romance, in advice from my parents, in taking too long to get over things, that a Friday night spent around the kitchen table, is a Friday night well spent, in the truth, in girl power, in forgetting without forgiving, in a killer set of white teeth, that candy or shopping can instantly cure any bad mood of mine, that my friends are the greatest people on the planet, in thinking before I speak, in the power of peep-toes in the spring, in sex appeal, in miracles and prayers, in karma, that a day wasted in sweats, isn’t really a day wasted at all, in dressing a little bit above accordingly, in sick hair, in total forgiveness, that doing anything with a pair of foxy shoes on is immediately more fun, that everyone deserves a second chance, but not a third and fourth, in surrounding myself with lovely people, in the power of loving and being loved, in the value of a great conversation, that laughter is contagious, in crying so hard it hurts. I truly believe in love and all it’s cracked up to be and I owe that to my real life angel, my husband. I believe that a sector of the love book I thought I knew so well, was rewritten the day I met my son. And I know what trust and loyalty mean because I have a sister who inspires me to be good. 

Funny how the more things c h a n g e, the more they stay the same eh?