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Wife to B, Mama to Jack & Ryan. Lover, fighter, baker, mermaid, pretend CSI and obsessed with all things pretty.

The hubs.

The hubs.
Brannan, also known as B, B$ or big sexy.


lover, cuddler, animal whisperer.


Troublemaker, giggler, puzzle whiz.

Thursday, May 7, 2015

YSL Mascara review!

I received these products complimentary from Influenster for testing purposes. All opinions are my own.

Hi, it's me! I'm back! I was lucky enough to receive an amazing VOXBOX, from Influenster! And it was makeup! 

I've been using the YSL volume mascara for over a month. It's taken me some getting used to. 

I'm a cheap mascara girl. That's what I've always used, it's what I like. I like the YSL, but I don't like the price. 

When it first started using it, it was eh. Nothing special. 

The left is without, the right is with.

See? NBD. I don't wash my makeup off at night. I know, I know. Whatever, I'm gross. Deal with it. One morning, I through on another coat, on top of the day before's coat. HELLO! It looks so good! You can layer this mascara! 

Below is a video review I did for YOUTUBE. I am no guru. And I promise my lipstick didn't look so bad in person!

All in all, I would buy this mascara again. Once I figured out to layer it, I love it. It doesn't smudge or flake. 

For more info on YSL check out these links!


Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Who am I?

I started out as a daughter, granddaughter, niece  then god child. 

A year and a half later I was a sister.

 10 years after that I became and aunt. 

10 years after that, I became a Mama. 

With Jack.

With Ryan.

3 years after that, I became a wife, daughter in law and sister in law.

With my inlaws this past weekend.

My whole life, I've struggled with who I am. I never knew what I wanted to be. Who I wanted to be. My father left when I was 3. My parents had gotten divorced and he just stopped showing up for his weekends. It's hard growing up not knowing who you are. Where you came from. My mom received a letter from my father's old union a few weeks ago. They found out he had passed away. To say I've had a difficult time with this is an understatement. 

I never knew him. I never knew his family. And now, it's too late. I've done a little digging on where he had been living. Any contact info has been disconnected or a dead end. Nothing on Facebook or Google. I'm the daughter of a ghost. 

As frustrating as it's been and as many unanswered questions I have. It's better this way. I'm not his daughter. I belong to my Mother and her husband who adopted me and my brother. I get to define me without him. Without him tainting anything I'm trying to accomplish.  

So who am I?

I'm Angelina. Mother, wife, badass, creep, sister, friend, chef, laundress, maid, nurse, belly scratcher, booger picker, HAPPY.

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Dear Santa,

I've been a semi-good girl this year! I'll try harder next year. Maybe not say fuck so much. I hope everyone had an amazing Thanksgiving. Ours was low key, we watched the parade, took a nap and ate at my moms house. After dinner, my mom and I went to see Mockingjay. IT WAS AMAZING!!! GO SEE IT RIGHT NOW! 


I thought I'd share some things on my wish list this year. When I was younger and childless, I wanted purses, shoes, whatever. Now that i'm a mom, I would love a macaroni card. Ryan asked me what I wanted for Christmas last night and I said a nice picture of you and Jack. He then told me he wasted a big hug from me for Christmas. And I died. Melted into a puddle of love. That sweet boy.

I am DYING to recover some old chairs in fun funky prints! I saw 2 mustard yellow velvety chairs at The Frisco Mercantile and have been obsessed ever since! 

Because they're pretty.

Because I plan on signing the boys up for soccer and there's no way I'm doing that shit sober. 

I want to get 2 additional bands of the boys birth stones. Why? Because I pushed for 3 straight hours with Jack, and I had no drugs with Ryan because he decided to summersault out. And because I still deal with poop that isn't mine.

I'll also accept cash, rubies and tacos. 

Happy Teller Tuesday!

Monday, December 1, 2014


Dear Ryan,

Today, you are 4 years old. You are such a joy! Every morning you wake up, ready to conquer the day. You sneak into whatever room I'm in and scream BOO! You ask for spaghetti and lollipops for breakfast, but settle for oatmeal or a breakfast burrito. I can barely get a proper hug at drop off! You're so excited to start your day. But you're always happy to see me at pickup. You're the best helper, when it comes to get the mail, feeding Cole, or helping me cook. 

You refuse to take No for an answer. You always find a way to get what you want. You love to copy big brother. And are the best dancer and singer. You're an amazing swimmer. My little fishy! You love to help Daddy! You're his little workman. 

And know for your birth story:

On December 1,2010 I was running errands like a crazy woman. My best friend was leaving the next day to move to Oregon and I was hosting her farewell dinner. B got home around 2:00 and about 30 minutes later, I had the worst contraction ever. it passed and about a minute later, another one hit. Then another, then another. And as they were coming, I still tried to set the table. Finally, I screamed so damn loud B came running into the kitchen and was like we need to go!!!

Jack was 5 days late and I was so sure, Ryan would be late too. We drove to the hospital, which was about 10 minutes away with B running every light. I called Leah, who works on the L&D floor to have her tell her coworkers I was coming. I called my Dr, who instructed me to come to the office. UMM no. I'm going to the hospital across the street. Join me, yes?

B tried his hardest to get me in a wheel chair but I wouldn't do it. I can't explain it, but I just had to keep moving, even if that meant pacing. I could not stop. I managed to terrify the women in the elevator with us and screamed for help once we got to the L&D floor. They got me in a bed and told me NOT TO PUSH. Good thing I don't listen. I pushed and POP! There went my water. An IV was placed in my arm, my Dr came in and 5 minutes later, he was here!

I only yelled at B once, to get off the phone with my mom and stay by my head. A minute after he was born, my parents came in with Jack. 

We had a great stay in the hospital and were home the next night because I hate hospitals and just wanted to be home with our stuff. 


I love you more than words could ever say. You're so sweet and kind. I love watching you grow into the person you're going to become. Keep the pimp hand strong little one.

I love you the world,

Saturday, November 22, 2014


I just cleaned and vacuumed and sanitized the backseat of the truck. This little cutie decided to puke all over it. Ryan's defense mechanism, is to vomit. It's really a lot of fun.

And you know what? I'm thankful. When Jack was 3 months old, he had surgery on his feet. He was born with club feet and is now 100%. On the day of his surgery, I saw a boy, about 8 or so, in diapers. His mother still had to change him. And ever since that day I've never once complained about blow outs, puke, being peed on. I'm so beyond thankful that my boys are healthy. I'll clean up puke any day.

Friday, October 10, 2014

It has been many weeks since my last confession...

Hi ya'll! Happy Friday!

Let's get into it!

I confess:

I've been thinking about baby #3 all day long!!! It'll never happen for a million reasons, but I can't stop thinking of her or him.

I can't wait for cooler weather. This is nothing new. I hate the heat. But really, I've got my flannels all ready to go. Come on cold and rain!

My brother is coming to visit in 2 weeks and I can't wait! I haven't seen him in a year and it's going to be a great trip! The kids don't know he's coming, so it'll be extra special when he comes.

No one knows what they want to be for Halloween. I really, really, really don't want to buy costumes this year. They're so cheap and flimsy and cost a fortune! Maybe my mom and MIL can sew some up…

and lastly, 

I am obsessed! with Shit Southern Woman say! Oh my word! They are funny!

Happy Friday! Cheers to the weekend!


Life has been a circus! School started at the end of August, I went back to work at the beginning of August. Let me tell you, working and taking care of 3 kids and a man child, husband, is not easy! I'm loving it though! Always on the go, never a dull moment! It's so nice to be at work and not be asked for a snack 6 times an hour. No yelling. No fighting. I get to eat my lunch in peace, on a couch, watching crap TV. Who knew getting a job would give me a much needed break?!

I could just eat them up!

Jack turned 7 the day after school started. I cried all week. Over night he's lost his baby face and looks more and more like a boy. I know everyone says it but, I wish I could stop the clock. Just keep them little for a tiny bit longer. Jack likes to stash his dirty socks. Under the bed, dining room table or couch. When he was smaller he would put his Legos in them. It's so gross. It drives me crazy that he can't just put them in the hamper. But tomorrow I'll wake up and his wife will be complaining about it. :(

Labor Day weekend, the kids went with Grandma to Houston. They got back on Monday and I got the text no mother wants. 

CALL ME!!!!! 911!!!!!!

OH.MY.GOD. The kids made it home safe and had just finished dinner when Ryan thought it would be a good idea to roll off the back of the couch.


 I met my husband and Ryan at our local hospital, after a quick X-ray Ryan and I were taken in an ambulance to Children's Hospital in Dallas. He has surgery the next morning to have 3 pins put in. I can't even begin to explain the panic we were both in. We've talked about this day since Ryan was born. He's all boy. Rough, wild and energetic. But when it actually happened, we were both hysterical. Crying like crazy. I've broken both my arms, at separate times, when I was little. But never had to have surgery, just a pretty pink cast and a lollipop and I was on my way. 

He spent 2 nights at the hospital and then came home. Everyone was so nice and kid to Ryan but I couldn't wait to leave. I feel so silly crying so hard about a broken arm, when there are children in that hospital who will never go home. 


His cast and pins were removed after 2 weeks. Next week he'll be back at recess! He can't wait!

I hope everyone had a great summer and school is going great! Thanks for sticking with me!