the bravermans

Somehow, I’m always a step behind in realizing the really great t.v. shows that are out there. Probably because I never actually turn on the television, minus the occasion viewing of Friends via DVD. However, the magnificence that is Netflix has allowed me to jump on some of these t.v. series bandwagons—and I have absolutely no shame about it. Three of my roomies (BT, Mere, and Emma) watch the Bravermans every week on Parenthood. I used to just peek in and see Laura Graham or the face of Vince Howard from FNL, but now I straight up jet out of the room as soon as it cranks up on Tuesday nights because I’m currently watching season 1—(and if you really knew me, you would know that my #1 pet peeve in life is when surprises are ruined.)

It took me a couple of episodes to get me hooked, but now you better believe I wish I was a member of the Braverman family. If I was part of their fam, sometimes I wonder which Braverman sister/sister-in-law I would be…and after only watching ten episodes so far, I’m not completely sure as of now. They all can be nutty and a teensy bit dramatic, but I also think they really want to be rock-star moms and love the people around them–which I admire.

Now here’s a recent picture of my life as a Campbell…not a Braverman.

This past weekend, some of my sweet friends traveled to Chat-town, USA to see our boys of Needtobreathe. We ate at an interesting Chattanooga restaurant, the infamous Yellow Deli. (which we found out as we were eating our sandwiches that it is owned by a cult–and I payed with a credit card. yikes.) Then we traveled to the downtown area and parked it in a Panera on Market Street for several hours where we talked about life, giggled alot, disturbed everyone around us, and found out fun facts about everyone that we didn’t know. All of that was even before the concert even began. Roadtrips are my fave.


Just wanted to give you a little somethin’ somethin’ about my real-life life and not my current infatuation with a fake family.

Happy weekend!


clear eyes, full hearts

can’t lose baby.

(just in case you didn’t know, that’s the Dillon Panthers’ team motto: clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose.)

Shoot. If you’ve never watched Friday Night Lights, you just gotta. I watched the 1st and 2nd seasons in high school before that weird writers strike happened (remember that?), but I never hopped back on the train to see what happened in Dillon, TX during the remaining seasons of FNL. Well, now I’m rewatching seasons 1 and 2 (since I have a terrible memory and don’t exactly remember what happened…) And today, Jessie and I watched the season 1 finale. All I have to say is…ooooooh-weeeee. so-stinkin-goooood. We had tears streaming down our cheeks and sore throats from screaming at the t.v.

I know why I love this show so much. It’s the characters. I would loooove to do a character analysis on each of them. #englishmajor #nerdalert. Even though most everyone hates Jason, I love him. Cut him some slack people. And who doesn’t love Coach Eric, Tammy the wonder woman, and Julie-drama-queen-Taylor? And we gotta get some Young Life leaders down in Dillon, TX to love on Tyra and Lyla. And don’t even get me started on Landry and Tim Riggins. They are my absolute faves. And can’t forget Buddy-goober-Garrity. What a funny guy. Every time I think about him I want to say (Hi, I’m Buddy Garrity at Jim Cogdill Dodge)…

If you’ve never watched, everything I’ve said probably means absolutely nothing to ya. But if you’re a Dillon Panther fan, you know what I mean when I say this show is

I know they aren’t real, but I stinking love this couple.