Dear Bree, what the f*ck are you doing?

Hi, I'm Bree. 

A little over a year ago, my husband and I packed up our awesome Chicago life, left our awesome Chicago jobs, and migrated to the awesomely under-appreciated city of Des Moines, Iowa. (We're actually just outside of it. Meh, details.)

Our decision was met with enthusiastic, whiskey-fueled support. Sure, our friends were bummed to see us go, but they understood our reasons. (Biggest reason = Warner Lucille. She's our first child. And she cray.) However, there was ONE co-worker, (who will remain nameless because I don’t want to give him credit for inspiring this blog), that said the following words:

"What the f*ck is she doing?" 

Not TO me, of course. That would be far too respectful.

But it got me thinking, perhaps this judgmental sage knew something I didn't. Where did such a strong reaction come from? He didn’t know all the factors behind my "insane" decision. And I didn’t know what kind of experience he may've been harboring that made it seem absolutely bonkers. Perhaps a conversation would’ve had us both saying something different. (But alas, I'll stick with 'whatta douche.')

So here it is. Dear Bree is a semi-bi-whenever-I-want-to-ly blog where I explain my current situation, however big, small, or ridiculous it may seem, and you tell me what the f*ck you would do. There are most likely lots of other people wondering what the f*ck they should do in the same situation. So you, friends, will be pretty much be saving the world. (Well, except for all the super serious stuff happening.)

It's not a parenting blog, or a self-help blog, and it's far from a beauty blog. But it's also all those things. I like to call it a "human-ing" blog. 

It’s kinda like Dear Abby. Only the exact opposite.

Situation #1, coming soon...

*Please note the URL is DearBreeMarie because someone else was already just plain Bree. Chump.