The Brett Blog

The musings of a 20-something, right-brained girl trying to survive in a left-brained world.
Came across the list my niece Lily made me write of everything she wants to do when I spent the night next time I come home.  #loverush

Came across the list my niece Lily made me write of everything she wants to do when I spent the night next time I come home. #loverush

You don’t love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.

Oscar Wilde (via misswallflower)

(via prettystuff)

Really love this song.  Great message.  Great melody.  Break ups are always hard, but not all are hateful.  They just are. 

just can’t, just can’t, seem to, seem to….

The following words reminded me of the woman above.  My nana- who has always manufactured her own meaning and generated her own motivation.

“The problem, often not discovered until late in life, is that when you look for things in life like love, meaning, motivation, it implies they are sitting behind a tree or under a rock. The most successful people in life recognize, that in life they create their own love, they manufacture their own meaning, they generate their own motivation.
For me, I am driven by two main philosophies, know more today about the world than I knew yesterday. And lessen the suffering of others. You’d be surprised how far that gets you.”

—	Neil Degrasse Tyson, in an AMA on reddit, responding to a young man who asked how to find motivation in life. (via fishingboatproceeds)

The following words reminded me of the woman above. My nana- who has always manufactured her own meaning and generated her own motivation.

“The problem, often not discovered until late in life, is that when you look for things in life like love, meaning, motivation, it implies they are sitting behind a tree or under a rock. The most successful people in life recognize, that in life they create their own love, they manufacture their own meaning, they generate their own motivation.
For me, I am driven by two main philosophies, know more today about the world than I knew yesterday. And lessen the suffering of others. You’d be surprised how far that gets you.”

— Neil Degrasse Tyson, in an AMA on reddit, responding to a young man who asked how to find motivation in life. (via fishingboatproceeds)

Me too.

Me too.

Men: Please advise

Men: Please advise

I hate mean people.

One time when I was 8 I spent four hours doing my bangs.  It was the early 90’s and big hairsprayed bangs were all the rage.  It was the summer time so my parents were gone at work and it was just me, my brother, and our baby sitter Kelly Reynolds.  Kelly was tall (at least to me) and had beautiful, shiny brown hair.  She ate yogurt parfaits every morning for breakfast and always chewed original flavor Trident gum. I adored her and her opinion meant everything to me. Kelly did not have bangs.  She was one of those au naturel girls who wore a scrunchie on her wrist and threw her hair up haphazardly every so often when she got hot or flustered.  Her hair was so thick that when she would take it down, not even the slightest evidence of a crease was left.  Obviously, giant curled Aqua Net bangs were not her style.  I’m not sure why, but I was convinced in my own mind that she was going to LOVE the masterpiece I’d created above my forehead- one giant bang section was perfectly parted, curled backwards and sprayed to oblivion while the other section was finely combed, curled forward, and hard as a rock. 

I was in the bathroom the better half of the day working on these bad boys so when I finally finished I was stoked, to say the least.  When I went down stairs I came around the corner and saw Kelly there in the kitchen bent over the island counter reading a magazine and enjoying the silence she rarely got to experience while watching me and my brother. I said, “Kelly look!  Do you like my bangs?”

She looked up - and to my horror- burst out laughing.  “No!” She said.  

My eyes filled up with tears so fast I could hardly see.  I went running up to my room, slammed the door, locked it, and buried my head in my pillows.  I felt so rejected- and by someone whose opinion I valued so much. The latter half of the day I spent sobbing uncontrollably while Kelly tried to convince me to open my door. I hadn’t experienced that sort of memory altering disappointment in quite some time, so when it happened today I was somewhat caught off guard. 

Now I’ll be the first to admit the situation I’m about to describe is as completely ridiculous as the my initial story and that my reaction to it may have been slightly over-dramatic and, perhaps, as irrational as my 8 year old response, however I feel strongly that today’s tears are just as merited as the ones induced by Kelly Reynolds.

There is a restaurant here in town called Parkside.  I LOVE this restaurant.  I was so excited when I found it last summer I have not shut up about it since.  Every time someone comes to visit me here in Austin I take them to Parkside.  When I started my new job with the Texas Restaurant Association the first thing I did was look up Parkside to make sure they were members.  To my delight they were.  A great restaurant AND a sense of morality!  Could they BE any cooler? 

Well the answer to that my friends is YES…and a lot nicer too. 

When I learned recently that their membership had lapsed I was secretly excited.  I was going to get to meet the great Shawn Cirkiel!!  The inventor of the restaurant concept virtually stolen from my own mind.  If someone said to me, “Brett, tell me five things you look for in a restaurant” I would have said, “Go to Parkside,”…until today.  Mr. Cirkiel has completely ruined it for me.  

First I called Parkside to find he was not there.  I was told to try him at one of his other restaurants.  Being such a huge fan, I already knew what both of his other restaurants were.  Next I called Olive and June.  He came to the phone and here is how the conversation played out:

SC: Hey.

BK:  Hi!  My name is Brett Keenan and I work for the Texas Restaurant Association.

SC: Ohhhh.  Ok.  How are you?

BK: I’m good.  How are you?

SC: FIne.

BK:  Well you membership with us has gone inactive and I just wanted to find out if that was an oversight or if that was deliberate.

SC: Ummm, how did you know I was at this location?

BK: Well, I didn’t.  I just know you owned 3 restaurants so I tried this one.

SC: Did you call Parkside first?

BK: Yes.

SC: Oh well that makes sense.  I don’t deal with this stuff, my (something) (so and so) does.

BK: Oh…I’m sorry!  But while I have you on the phone I just have to tell you that Parkside is my FAVORITE restaurant!!!!!!  I absolutely LOVE it.  I sort of feel like I’m talking to a celebrity right now.

SC: Well I wouldn’t go that far, but thank you.  Actually we are doing inventories right now so were busy here. 

BK: Well I don’t want to take up your time but…

SC: Ok have a nice day.

BK: O…uh Oh Ok.

BOOM.  Tears…  Wow…now that I just wrote it all out, it doesn’t really sound that bad??  But I assure you- the experience was damaging!  I guess because like Kelly Reynolds, I thought Shawn Cirkiel was the shit and when someone you think is THE shit makes you feel LIKE shit, it just hurts.  So, if I wasn’t already making an effort in life to be nice to everyone, even when I feel inconvenienced by them, I’m going to try even harder now. 

Best Tatoo EVER.  BOOM.

Best Tatoo EVER. BOOM.