Before you ask me out, you'll probably want to know that...

There's this rule in my house about dating...well, actually, there are a couple rules. These are rules that are set by my parents, and are nothing personal to the guy in question, but I want to make it clear that I agree and follow these rules willingly, and it's appreciated when people respect them.

Before you ask me out, you'll probably want to know that...

1. I don't single date, and I can't be with guys alone. 
I can only go on group or double dates because single dating is considered more serious, and right now I'm not looking for a relationship, so there should be one or more couples with us on our date. The other part of this rule, which goes hand in hand with not single dating, is I am not allowed to be alone with guys at any time. This includes sitting alone in a car or just hanging out as friends. This is a safety measure. I don't want to be put into awkward situations where we might end up doing something we would regret. I understand that these kinds of situations don't happen often, and you're thinking "well I don't think of you that way anyway", but if that's what you think there shouldn't be a problem getting a few more people to go on our date or to hang out.

2. I won't steady date until I'm 18.
Let's be honest here. When you date someone, you're either going to marry that person or break up. I don't consider myself, right now, ready for a "serious relationship", nor am I old enough to be getting into one. A relationship is more than "hey I like this person, I'm going to hang out with them more". It's about commitment, give and take, trust, respect, love, and trying to know someone on a deeper level, getting to know who they are. To do those kinds of things, you need to be in tune with who you are, where you stand, and where you're going. What do they need from you? What do you need from them? What do you want? What about them? (etc....) I don't consider myself ready for that at the moment.

3. If I want to go on a date with someone, he has to be interviewed by my dad.
You have to meet the parents (well, just my dad) even if it's just a casual date, which I might have asked you on. Sorry not sorry.

4. I don't date people who aren't members of my church.
I am a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, also called "Mormons". If you're not a member this one will be hard to understand. I don't think that members of my church are somehow better or more upright than non-members, because I have met several amazing people who aren't members of my church who I would date if they were members.
As a member of the LDS church, I believe that when I marry someone in our temple we are sealed for eternity and that our family will be together forever. Because I want to be married in the temple, I am looking to date those who are worthy to enter the temple. That includes not just their behavior, but whether or not they have been baptized into the church. This is something that is truly important to me, not a personal spite against someone who might ask me on a date and isn't a member, it's what I believe to be true and I am making my way towards that goal.

Well there you are. A guide to going on a date with me. Sort of. Maybe just...guidelines...or a warning...eh they're not that bad.

~La vie est belle, Bri~

Subtle Captivation, Change: Hair

I read a post last week (yes, I tend to do this a lot) while seriously considering a pixie cut. The post talked about how we make hundreds of decisions a day; who to date, what we’re going to wear, and places to spend our hard earned cash, but how reluctant we are to take risks when it comes to our hair.
“We make decisions one of two ways; the safe way or the risky way.” We often take risks when it comes to dining and dates, so why don’t we do the same with our hair? After all, hair grows back at a remarkable rate.
 The writer of this post quoted a psychiatrist who said that women with short hair “take risks, are independent, and are more comfortable in their skin” than their long haired counterparts. Vince Smith, a salon owner in New York City, agreed with this statement saying, “Wearing your hair shorter allows your true beauty and confidence to show. A short hair style can really accentuate your best features, like your eyes, lips, or a graceful, long neck.”

This came at a great time because I honestly needed a little push to cut my hair. I didn’t get great support from close friends who were stagnantly close minded and seemed to focus more on how much I would regret it then how much I would love it, and were concerned that it wouldn’t look great. Although they did have a point, I needed a bit more open minded discussion about it, so I developed a bit of a pros and cons list.

Pros:

• Because my hair has such bad split ends and breakage, getting a pixie cut would be a new, healthy start that would not only help my hair grow faster, but also be altogether healthier than it is now. 
• A short hair cut is ideal for the hot summer in Utah 
• Getting ready for the day is a lot easier and faster with less hair 
• There are lots of styling opportunity for short hair using gel and a bit of creativity 
• It could look amazing 

 Cons:

• No elegant up dos 
• It’s risky, people might not like it 
• It could look awful 
• You could look like a lesbian (brought up by a friend) 
• You’d probably have to dress more girly so people don’t mistake you for a guy (or the aforementioned lesbian) 

Altogether, I decided pros were better than cons, and took the plunge to chop off 9 inches of light brown curls into a short pixie cut and dye it a deep red. I love my new haircut, but am iffy on the color. Ah well, it’ll fade.

Here's some pictures for you to enjoy :) 

Before hair dye

~La vie est belle, Bri~

HomeschoolED

Friend: Wait, you’re homeschooled?
Me: Yeah?
Friend: Huh. You don’t seem to have any trouble in social situations.

This past year I’ve made a lot of new friends, and when school started I realized that most of them are public schooled, and don’t really know anything about homeschool except the stereotype of “socially awkward” and “they don’t do anything but play”.

Let’s just get this straight; not all people who are homeschooled are socially awkward! And typically, home schooled people are more advanced in school then the average public schooler, and we have more time to do things. And we’re just plain awesome.

For those friends, here is a wonderful video explaining the difference: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kQoSRfu5z_4

~La vie est belle, Bri~

I don't need to flirt; I will seduce you with my awkwardness.

Talking on the phone with Renaye :D

This is the story of a brother by the name of Othello. He liked white women and he liked green jello. 

~La vie est belle, Bri~

The Land of Shortened Names, Sprinkles, and Coffee

In the words of my wifey, Beka;

Once upon a time there were four friends; Bri, Beka, Elle and Rora. They all had their own blog and on these blogs they each had their own daily challenge. Each of these challenges were different but the same, much like jellybeans. All of them will be differently flavored and yet they are all candy.
One of these bloggers, Elle, had the brilliant idea of putting all of the daily challenges into one blog. The others agreed and thought it'd be an amazing idea. In one day they created the blog "Bri, Beka, Elle and Rora" and it was amazing. This new blog is where they now posted their daily challenges and it made them happy.


The End!

So, I won't be posting my "I Will Survive" stuff on here anymore, but I will keep up with my random posts like before :)

~La vie est belle, Bri~

Getting Ready for Christmas Eve Party

Time to wake up: Leave me alone! I don’t wanna get up….just let me sleep, I’m tired!
Finally got up: I don’t want to eat breakfast, I just want to clean and be done with it.
1st hour into cleaning/baking: This isn’t so bad…we’ll be done soon anyway.
2nd hour into cleaning/baking: I should have eaten that breakfast…
3rd hour: My feet hurt, my head hurts, and I want to lie down and die.
3 ½ hours: Why do we even celebrate Christmas?
3 ¾: WHY?!
4th hour: *laying on the floor, face down*
1st hour of party: I am so happy that we have friends here to celebrate Christmas!
2nd hour of party: FOOOOOOD BABY......
3rd hour: I’m not cleaning the kitchen when they leave.
4th hour: When are they going to leave?
4 ½ hours: They’re finally gone….
1st hour of clean up: What is that smelly wasteland? Oh…it’s the kitchen.
1 1/2 hours: I need a hasmat suit.
2 hours, fifteen minutes: ALMOST FINISHED….
2 ½ hours: *dead on the couch*

~La vie est belle, Bri~

Can you believe it?

Can you believe the year is nearly over? Christmas is almost here, and I'm sad that we missed out on several things we usually do this time of year. Twelve Days of Christmas (boy, could I tell some great stories), ward Christmas party, pictures with Santa (I can't remember the last time we did that), and just relaxing.
It's been pretty hectic.
I can't believe tomorrow is Christmas Eve. It just snuck up on me and is tapping me on the shoulder, brewing excitement in my tummy, Marshall. We have family coming tomorrow for our annual Christmas party, where we'll perform the Nativity, and exchange a couple gifts. We'll eat and sing and laugh and in general have a good time. A child or two will break down, fall into a sugar coma, and the older kids might play Ghost in the Graveyard outside.
Life is good.
I'll post pictures from tomorrow, I swear (it'll probably have to wait until after Christmas though, but it WILL get done). For now, good night.

~La vie est belle, Bri~

My Favorite Birthday Wishes

Here are my favorite "Happy birthday"s I got yesterday(and yes, I am actually gonna post al these fantastic compliments and stuff that I got because I feel like it).

I woke up to this text from my best friend, Helen:

My dearest Sabrina, it is now your birthday. You are now fifteen. OH MY GOSH FOR THE NEXT FOUR MONTHS WE'LL ONLY BE ONE YEAR APART!! but I digress. Anyhow. Happy birthday my dear. You are beautiful and sweet and freaking hysterical and now you're old. Congrats. Being 15 is not like the coolest thing in the world, but hey, people can't confuse you for a middle schooler anymore. Any yes. Now I'm just saying whatever comes to mind. Just know that you are beautiful and I love you and you should stop putting yourself down and post on your blog because I love reading it. I hope you have the best birthday EVER and I shall give you your present on Saturday. (: Happy birthday love <3
Oh. Any my mother says, "tell my goddaughter I say happy birthday, too."

This is a wall post from my wifey, Beka:

My darling wife. I love you more than green tea, more than hot cocoa, more than bacon and more than all things chocolate. I may call you today, so pick up yo phone! By the way, sorry about the dorky sounding message and the many missed calls. Sorry that you don't have your present, but I do have it and am still attempting to send it to you. Today I was going to send it but had to go study at the c...ollege for finals. I am going to send it to you, maybe after finals are completely over. I'm setting a deadline for myself as far as those go; by midnight tomorrow at least two of my finals have to be completely finished and then I'll do the last one of Friday before 3. Blah.
Anyways, I'm trying not to make this Happy Birthday message drag on to long, I've already failed, so...I may call you today and sing you Happy Birthday, but prettyful like. It won't sound like a Williamsburg Happy Birthday song. I. Promise.

I love you, wife o' mine, with every single one of my organs!! ♥

This one, from my besty that lives close to me, made me laugh because she seems more excited that I'm fifteen than I am:

I loves you! Miss ya bunches! Sorry I can't be there. :(

YOU'RE FIFTEEN! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!

She later posted this picture that she took and edited on my wall:

 That's right. She's the bomb.

Helen posted on my wall on Facebook:

I was going to come up with an interesting way to say happy birthday, but I think last night's text drained my creativity (shocking, I know). But anywho. Happy birthday, love. Eat lots of cake and ice cream for me and I shall see you on Saturday. ♥ ♥ ♥

And that is all folks, catcha later :) (hopefully with pictures of moi as a new fiteen year old).

~La vie est belle, Bri~