Hey y'all I'm Briana and everything I own smells like a barn. I'm 21 almost 22! I love my horses like they're my children, make absolutely no sense most of the time, ADD to the max, country makes me feel better, tattoos, beaches, trucks, cowboys, 4 wheelers, basically anything hickish or dirty and I'm there.I may be the most confused tomboy/ girly girl ever. I'm hard to understand but easy to get along with

 

With all of the changes I’ve made in my life recently I felt like it was time to get baptized. I decided I was going to have a fresh start this year and this was a very important step in my journey, and I’m so glad and blessed that I got to share this experience with one of my best friends! #feelingbrandnew

With all of the changes I’ve made in my life recently I felt like it was time to get baptized. I decided I was going to have a fresh start this year and this was a very important step in my journey, and I’m so glad and blessed that I got to share this experience with one of my best friends! #feelingbrandnew

This little goober is my #mcm those floppy ears are so cute #tuf #gap #germanshorthair #thoseears #helovesme

This little goober is my #mcm those floppy ears are so cute #tuf #gap #germanshorthair #thoseears #helovesme

He was mad that I showered without him… #tuf #helikesthetub #gsp #germanshorthair #crazyman

He was mad that I showered without him… #tuf #helikesthetub #gsp #germanshorthair #crazyman

Horsey bath time is the perfect excuse for a tan #Munchie #notammused #Aqha #shedding #tantime

Horsey bath time is the perfect excuse for a tan #Munchie #notammused #Aqha #shedding #tantime

It’s raining, but just in that one spot… everywhere else is sunny #weirdweather #mothernatureisceazy

It’s raining, but just in that one spot… everywhere else is sunny #weirdweather #mothernatureisceazy

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npr8:

This is Camden, my 8-year-old son. He was at the finish last year wearing his “my mom is faster than your dad” T-shirt and holding up the sign he had made me. He never got to see me finish. He was sent off into the crowds full of panic and fear. He listened to the adults he was with and did what he was told. He was brave. He tried blocking his ears but the noise was too loud.
Camden thought his mom was “dead.”
In the months after the bombings last year, I would watch him sleep. It brought me back to the first few weeks he was born, when I would stand by his crib to make sure he was breathing.
Last year, I would stand by his bed and cry, knowing that my brave little man never got to show me the sign he made; knowing my race had put him in harms way; reliving the two hours I spent in silence not knowing if he was safe.
I felt guilt and anger.
Camden won’t be at the finish this year. He said “sorry mom, I just can’t go.” I am running Boston to show Camden that his mom is brave and that, with time, he will be able to go to the Boston Marathon again.
He will be able to see a fire truck without looking scared or watch fireworks without jumping into our laps in a panic. He will be able to sit through a thunderstorm without running for cover.
The thought of him not being at the finish breaks my heart and will open up a new stream of emotions. And I am sure when I get home on April 21st, 2014, I will watch Camden fall asleep and I will cry. Tears of happiness that together we did it!
— Amanda Burgess

Crying at my desk? Yeah.

laughterkey:

npr8:

This is Camden, my 8-year-old son. He was at the finish last year wearing his “my mom is faster than your dad” T-shirt and holding up the sign he had made me. He never got to see me finish. He was sent off into the crowds full of panic and fear. He listened to the adults he was with and did what he was told. He was brave. He tried blocking his ears but the noise was too loud.

Camden thought his mom was “dead.”

In the months after the bombings last year, I would watch him sleep. It brought me back to the first few weeks he was born, when I would stand by his crib to make sure he was breathing.

Last year, I would stand by his bed and cry, knowing that my brave little man never got to show me the sign he made; knowing my race had put him in harms way; reliving the two hours I spent in silence not knowing if he was safe.

I felt guilt and anger.

Camden won’t be at the finish this year. He said “sorry mom, I just can’t go.” I am running Boston to show Camden that his mom is brave and that, with time, he will be able to go to the Boston Marathon again.

He will be able to see a fire truck without looking scared or watch fireworks without jumping into our laps in a panic. He will be able to sit through a thunderstorm without running for cover.

The thought of him not being at the finish breaks my heart and will open up a new stream of emotions. And I am sure when I get home on April 21st, 2014, I will watch Camden fall asleep and I will cry. Tears of happiness that together we did it!

— Amanda Burgess

Crying at my desk? Yeah.

Rockin the squirrel as a hat… #gsp #tuf #hescrazy #anotherbrokentoy

Rockin the squirrel as a hat… #gsp #tuf #hescrazy #anotherbrokentoy

I hate when I’m laying in bed and I’m uncomfortable but too tired to move…