Briana Hope

a kick ass woman



Wedding Brain.

My mind has been nothing but a cluster fuck for the past few weeks. I haven’t been able to focus on anything. I try to pull one clear thought from my brain and an overflow of mishmash comes pouring out instead… I blame my upcoming wedding.

I knew planning a wedding was going to be stressful but damn, I feel like I’m losing my mind! There’s only about six weeks left until I say I do and although everything is pretty much all set and ready to go, I still feel like the prep work is never ending. Plus, add on the excitement and butterflies and it all makes me feel like i’m going to crack…

I hate to say it but I just can’t wait for it all to be over! Then I can get back to a normal non eventful life… Society puts so much pressure on weddings. Even if your a no body from upstate New York you still feel the need to make this day perfect… not for you and your significant other but for everyone else. We can all say how much we DO NOT care about what others think of us but we all know that’s a bunch of bullshit. See I could really care less about how fancy or big my wedding is. I just want to be Cliff’s wife… all the other things are irrelevant.

But, none the less we decided to go with a small wedding, which is fine… So i got the pretty dress and booked a venue. And then came the headaches… your wedding is supposed to be a happy time, not a time when you feel like throwing up and saying fuck it while boarding the next grey hound to your happy elopement.

I’m hoping for the best. I’ve put a lot of hard work in to this “dream” wedding. I won’t let anything rain on my glitter parade. I mean it’s supposed to be one of the best moments of my life right? I’ll have my man, my son and all my friends and family with me, that’s all that really matters. Then it’ll be off to the beach for a week of rest and relaxation and mucho amounts of wine. So all in all I guess it’s really not that bad… but bitching makes me feel better 🙂



Soul Mate

I’ve often wondered what really makes someone your soul mate… is it the one you have vowed to spend the rest of your life with? Or maybe it’s that best friend who knows you better than you know yourself. For me, I’d have to choose the latter.

My best friend is beyond amazing… you should be jealous. And as much as I love my future husband I don’t truly believe he’s my soul mate. To me a soul mate is someone who would never judge you and always forgive all your mistakes without a second thought. Let’s face it.. spouses and significant others are often torn apart easily by things such as jealousy, lack of communication, and trust just to name a few. I could kill my best friends puppy intentionally and we would still be friends. Not that I would ever do that, that’s terrible.

My bestie Rachel knows my deepest and darkest secrets, has seen me make many poor choices and has never once judged me for it or thought less of me. She’s pretty easy to read so I would know if she had. She’s stood by me through the most difficult times in my life and if it wasn’t for her love and support I don’t know where I would be today…

But calling her my soul mate seems odd. I think it’s due to the fact that as humans we have this desire to have a romantic relationship. One with affection and sex. So if it weren’t for these things would we be in relationships at all? Or would we just use members of the opposite sex for breeding purposes and then go our separate ways?

And then there’s the question of LOVE… I love Cliff, but I love Rachel. What makes them different? The sexual desire, need for affection and romantic attention probably. If it weren’t for those things then I could totally just marry Rachel and be perfectly happy for the rest of my life.

People put so much effort in making sure their romantic relationships work, which is great and we should. But lets not forget the other relationships in our lives… because who will you have if your romancer leaves? And maybe you’re one of those people who happens to have the best of both worlds and really are romantically involved with your soul mate…and that’s great. All’s I know is I could “cheat” on Rachel and she still wouldn’t leave me. It wouldn’t even be a thought.

My bestie Rachel (glasses) and I

Failure is not an option

Being able to just look at someone and feel this rush of love and joy wash over you is seriously the greatest thing ever. I’ve been watching my son play on and off throughout the night and I can’t help the consuming feeling that takes over. He really does make my heart melt. And then his daddy gets home and they start playing a puzzle game on the kindle and it just becomes so apparent to me that this is it. This is my life, and it’s the most amazing life ever.

Of course that doesn’t mean that my 3 year old is a perfectly well behaved child because there have been times where he’s driven me so crazy that I literally feel like I’m ready to check in to the loony bin. But he is my everything. He saved my life, arrived in the darkest of times. I was at my lowest, having just lost my daughter when I found out I was pregnant again. He was a sign. His existence reminded me that it was okay to keep living and to enjoy life.

Don’t ever take your children for granted. I know they’re annoying and make you question your sanity and parenting, but they are a part of you. They came from you. It is your responsibility to love, nurture, guide and teach them. You should accept them for who they are, support them and let them know when they’ve made mistakes. Parenting is a surreal journey, and as long as you’re truly trying… then I think it is quite possible that you’re doing a good job.

Don’t fail your children, and hopefully… they wont fail you<3

Screw you too.

“Hello, how are you today?”

“I’m good, how are you?”

Is that so fucking hard… do me a favor. Next time you’re out shopping and an employee of whatever establishment you’re at says “Hello”, ANSWER THEM! There is nothing more annoying and offensive to us retail workers than a customer  who doesn’t even have the common decency to say hello back.

Were you not raised properly? Or do you think I’m beneath you because I work in retail? Whatever the reason may be I really don’t give a shit. Stop being an asshole or else I will squish your bread or poke a hole through the wrap on your fresh meat. I work in a grocery store and as you can tell, I just L<3VE it.

Whatever happened to people having manners… and the funny thing is it’s the older people (40 YRS AND UP) that are the worst! So don’t go blaming the younger generations all you high and mighty middle agers out there. I’m 26 and would never even think to blatantly ignore someone talking directly too me while assisting me. Let alone go out of my way to be rude and snotty.



 I hate that feeling of your life being nothing more than a scheduled day of shit to get done. I enjoy being lazy and enjoying the moment I’m in. What’s the point of being alive if you don’t take in the air your breathing or the people around you. Life is too short.

(Don’t get me wrong… I will eventually get the necessities done and make sure I have all my responsibilities in tow because we all have to adult now and then.)

Enjoy your life, the moments that God, fate or destiny has put in front of you. Tell the ones you love and you do indeed LOVE them… everyday. Smell that pretty flower you see along the sidewalk. Look up into the sky at the clouds or stars. Feel the raindrops hit your face. The warm breath of your child on your chest as they fall asleep. This is life. Feeling and appreciating all of it’s beauty is the greatest gift you can give yourself. Don’t get all wrapped up in the day to day tasks of being an adult. It sucks. It will make you feel miserable and over worked.

Remember that innocence we had as children? That carefree I don’t give a FUCK attitude?? Bring it back! It’s still inside of you… Make some time everyday to just be alive and feel, it won’t kill ya. It’ll bring you back to life.


First Official Post (woot woot)

During these past weeks and for quite a few more to come, I will be planning the best wedding ever! Who’s judging you ask? Me. DUH…

I’m getting married at the end of May and so far everything has run pretty smoothly I guess. I’ve seen those bridezilla shows and what not and can

Me & my future hubby Clifford ❤

honestly say I have yet to have any serious meltdowns or bitch attacks. I definitely had a couple WTF moment’s though. Mostly just because I can’t stand people, even those I chose to be in my wedding (I’m not a people person).

For the most part though their hasn’t been one person that has seriously disappointed me. I’ve gotten pretty good at brushing things off over the years and simply not giving a shit about what other people think about how this wedding should go. It’s my wedding. Yes, my fiance is the other half here but let’s be honest… when do men actually care about what happens? He sure as hell doesn’t and that is FINE with me. I would much rather be calling the shots anyway!

The Fairways of Halfmoon

The place where we are getting married is gorgeous.Not too
pricey and seems to have a really great staff. So all in all this is an exciting time with minimal stress.

The one thing I 148.jpghave gained from all of this… the “life lesson” is that you can’t really rely
on people to be there, or do what they agreed to do. This doesn’t go for everyone involved or even anyone close necessarily so if you’re reading this – don’t get all bent out of shape friends & family.So if your thinking of getting married…. remember this. Drink lots of alcohol, keep your cool – it’s just a wedding, and try to craft and do as much DIY as you can because this shit is EXPENSIVE!

My Children.

One thing I would like to go into detail about is my life as a mommy. Like I already said I have two biological children. Sabrina and Killian.

I gave birth to my daughter Sabrina in October of 2010.
S006he was a perfect, tiny little baby. Only weighing in at 6 lbs. and 19 inches long.It was love at
first sight. She lived a short life full of love. She died in June of 2012. Not a day goes by that I don’t miss her or think about her. Being a mommy to an angel is both a blessing and curse. The only thing that keeps me going is knowing that she never really left me, I’ll always have her in my heart… and someday I will see her again ❤

529.jpgNext up was my little man Killian. My little Irish stud (thanks to his daddy). Killian was born in April of 2013. He’s approaching his 3rd birthday and i cannot believe how fast time has flown by! I’m looking forward to watching grow and mature, but I know I’m probably going to lose my damn mind at the same time. He’s already a handful… which he also gets from his dads side of the family 🙂


This is me.

I’m not really sure why I felt the need to begin this blog… but I did. I don’t lead an exciting life, or have awesome tips to share with my peers about God knows what. I’m just a woman who’s seen a lot of shit and dealt with a lot of crap so maybe i’ll have some words of wisdom for you. Or at the least entertain you with my sarcasm and raw honesty.

I was born in 1989, so at the time of writing this I am 26 years old. I’m a biological mother to two beautiful children. My son who is turning 3 years old, and my daughter who will forever be just shy of her second birthday.
As of right now I’m engaged, and getting married May 2016 to the father of my children and my best friend. Not only will I be gaining a wonderful husband… I will also be gaining a step-son.
I work part time in customer service. I hate it.
Im not going to bore you with every detail about myself in this little introduction because you will learn soon enough what I’m all about just by reading my posts. Expect alot of sarcasm and bitchiness. Im not one to hold back. I say whats on my mind and often regret it only because I tend to offend people. Unintentionally of course, but that doesnt really matter… not to the people being offended.
I have no filter. I get annoyed easily and have zero patience for ignorance and stupidity. I hate when people think their opinion is the right one, its an opinion asshole and I’m entitled to mine. Catch my drift? In conclusion this may not be something you want to read. And that’s cool. I’m not doing this for you, I’m doing this for me.


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