So It’s Thursday!!

Let’s back up a bit. Did everyone have a great 4th of July? I hope you did and I hope you filled up on all things American and still love this great country and all of the freedoms it provides. Because Ariana Grande doesn’t.  At least she didn’t when she was licking donuts over the weekend saying she hated America.

Girl. Come ON. There are so many things wrong with this scenario. Let’s start with you’re in a donut shop sneak-LICKING donuts on a tray. Hilarious. If you’re 4. Disgusting to all ages.

Then you watch the donut shop employee (who, let’s be honest is probably star-struck quickly followed by highly confused) take the tray of licked donuts away and replace them with something else that hasn’t been licked and you think it’s wasteful. Well….yeah…but if you hadn’t licked them someone could have eaten them. And we all know you aren’t going to be that someone. Sorry I’m not sorry that I can’t figure out how to feel bad for you in this situation. #hatersgonnahate

Also, is this the year of the donut or something? I’ve seen these pool floats literally everywhere and am just wondering if I’m out of the loop. I’m still trying to figure out how to use “on fleek” so I’ve got my hands full with that.

donutAfter the 4th, Husband and I went to the coast with his family for a few days.  We had a blast, got some good family time in, and enjoyed the gorgeous weather.  Plus, it’s always fun to take a road trip.  Especially one on which you make one of the most amazing mixes entitled “Summer 2015” like it’s actually Summer 2001 and N’Sync is still rockin’ your CD burner.  Only this was on my iPhone in the new Music app and none of my songs skip because of a bad internet bandwidth on Napster.

Go ahead. You can be jealous of “Summer 2015.” Or Summer 2001.

So after a few days out of the office and after the drive back, which did not get it’s own super mix, I found myself unpacking and feeling the Sunday Blues thinking about going back to work. Until one of life’s little blessings bestowed itself upon me. I realized that today was Thursday. NOT MONDAY!

Does that happen to anyone else? Let me tell you, it put some serious pep in my step today. And not just that, but I only have 2 days in the office before the weekend.  They don’t call me an event planner for nothing, y’all. I played this one exactly right.

So sadly, that’s the most excitement I’ve seen between today and yesterday. Essentially this post was written to touch base and acknowledge that Ariana Grande is in fact, not a smart pop star.  But her VH1 “Pop-up Video” would probably be amazing.

Now excuse me while I go You Tube some “TRL” and try to get back in mix-making mode.

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Soup Slurpin’ and Birthday Boys

First thing’s first….TGIF, folks!! It’s another beautiful Friday and we have the whole weekend ahead of us!

Tomorrow is my brother’s birthday and he’s turning the ripe old age of 26.  Oh to be young again! I’m actually totally fine with being 33, except for when you have too much wine and it hits you mid-day when you’ve just started being productive, and the fact that everyone expects you to be a full-grown “adult” and be “very responsible.” Aside from that, I have no complaints.

Anyway, we had a little birthday lunch celebration with him today since he’s doing what any 26 year old with their own money and zero responsibilities does and he’s going on an overnight to Vegas with his best friends. (Cue the opening credits for “The Hangover.”) So if we wanted to celebrate, today was the day.

For years, affectionately and jokingly he and his friends have called each other “Little Boy.” We aren’t sure why they do or say a lot of the things they do and more than 30% of the time we don’t understand them at all.  But they “Little Boy” in a crazy-ish voice and it’s hilarious and English so we’re mostly all on the same page.

Since children are sponges, our oldest nephew has started picking up on that and instead of calling him Uncle Bobby, he now stops himself mid-sentance and calls him “Little Boy.”  It’s one of the most hysterical things to hear, especially when he says it in front of Bobby’s friends who then double over in hyperventilating laughter. Because, fact: there’s nothing funnier than kids saying things that adults say. (Even when it’s not appropriate and you’re not supposed to laugh.)

So at the birthday lunch, my sister shows up with the boys, balloons tied to each one of their hands, and a cake for the birthday boy.  And this is what it says:

littleboyMeagan for the win. Epic cake dedication, and you’re absolutely correct if you thought that we sang “Happy birthday, dear Little Boy!” as loud as we could at the restaurant.

Before this happened though, we had some lunch. Which, when the nephews are around at a Mexican food restaurant means that we have several plates of rice and beans on the table. Don’t get me wrong, refried beans and rice are delicious and the foundation that Tex Mex is built on, but they’re not usually the whole meal. Or anything exciting.  I mean, they’re not handing out The James Beard Award for rice and beans, but whatever.  My favorite thing is that my oldest nephew will now ask for tortillas and make his own “tacos” when his plate arrives.  It’s a total mess, but he loves it and from what I’ve observed of parenting if your child is eating something at all, much less semi-nutritious, you should let sleeping dogs lie.  (Full heart + full belly = full night sleep for all.)

So to my surprise and mid-taco bite, he took an immediate interest in my tortilla soup. So I gave him a taste and here’s what he said. “Ohhh, I LOVE soup, Aunt Bibby!! Can I share with you?”  (Try to hear it in a 3, almost 4 years old’s precious raspy voice. It’ll kill you.)

So of course I want to share my soup (there was A LOT anyway) and as any aunt obsessed with their niece or nephew you basically are just delighted when they pay you any attention above their parents.  So duh, I shared my soup (and I’m sure a few germs) with my lil punk and made little people conversation at Little Boy’s birthday.  File that under #bestlunchever

In the Woo Year…

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Winston’s New Years Resolution?  Not to run around and get stung/bit by something in the back yard.

And have her paw swell up to twice the size.

And chew on it profusely until it’s very sad looking.

And have to go to the Emergency Pet Clinic on New Years Eve.

And have her temperature taken in an uncomfortable location.

And get two shots.

But mostly…not to wear a soft cone.

Ever. Again.

It’s very apparent in this picture that the feelings she had regarding the cone were no bueno.

 

Happy New Year!!!

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1/1/11.  A new year, some new numbers to remember when writing a check (which, do many people even do anymore?), and another new opportunity for great things to come.  Each day really is, but somehow New Years seems to pack a little more of a punch.

For New Years, I’m not going to make any number of resolutions.  Instead, I’m just going to try to be a better me–in any aspect I can do so.  (Here’s where if I had an audio clip it would say “wah wah”–but it’s true, and I mean it.) Seems a little simpler than making a laundry list of things I’ll lose in the Notes on my iPhone and forget to try to look for again.

Here’s to you, here’s to a new year with new beginnings and, God willing, great things!!  Oh, and I’ll definitely be striving to be a better blogger.  Because listen, there’s always going to be a new story…especially when a resolution is at hand.  Maybe tomorrow I’ll tell you about Winnie and her new soft cone.  Yep–2010 went out with a bang for that lady.

Happy 2010!!!

It’s official….we are out of the 0’s.  If that’s what you’d even call them.

Happy New Year! Is it weird that I finally feel like we’re in this new millenium now? It’s only taken 10 years, but hey, I never said I was a HUGE fan of change.
Anyway, with a new year, comes a new mountain cedar infection for Libby! Exciting stuff, huh?  I made it back to work for one day and got slammed with the sickies at the end of it. 
So, aside from overcoming the sickies, here is what I’m aiming to do in 2010.  
1)  Work on my posture.  (You’re welcome, mom.)  I’ve finally recognized and decided it’s becoming an issue to slump so much.
2)  Read the Bible on a daily basis.  I have a new one that doesn’t have all the highlights and markings that my old one had.  I want those back!  It’s also missing the “Troubled Teen” stories and how they relate to the scripture in the side notes, and I have to tell you…I’ll miss those, too.  Especially since I’m not even near a teen and nor was I a troubled one.
3)  Brush up on my Spanish.  Um…I’m embarrassed to say that I took about 8 years of Spanish throughout my education and there is absolutely no reason why I shouldn’t be able to speak a LICK of it now.  Except for when I’ve had a few (hundred) margaritas in Mexico and believe that I’m the only person able to effectively communicate with the locals.  (And why that was necessary in itself will remain a college spring break mystery.)
4)  Blog more!! That’s right…I’ve become a horrible blog host and I KNOW IT.  I’m going to get better about that.  I’m going to start with promising 2 updates a week.  We’ll go from there.
I’m also going to do the typical eat better, workout, work on my finances, but honestly, who are we kidding? These are not resolutions…they are necessities.  So that’s how I’ll view them now.  
2010 is going to be a big year everybody!!  Let me know what your resolutions are…maybe we can all pick up a few from each other.

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

Love,
Winston


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Weekly Posting? PATHETIC, I know…


I’m sorry I’m doing another weekly Monday post on DWC and I feel like one pathetic loser, but lemme ‘splain it to you, Lucy.

I just finished up moving.

In 100 degree heat.

Humid, South Texas heat.

And I’m prone to headaches….of the “wicked bad” kind, as Jillian would say.

So with the stress and anticipation of the move from last week, the physical aspects during, the unpacking into my new digs, and the recovery…I was a little too tired. And I had nothing to write about except heavy lifting.

A meltdown was riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight on the cusp of happening, I’m just sayin.

Anywho, successful move happened. Then we had a FUN dinner with friends–with LOTS of vino…we’re in Stage 2 of South Beach now, babies, and loving that red wine is back on the menu.

Saturday was a lazy poolside day and Saturday night was AH-MAZING. We had a beautiful wedding of some dear friends who threw one of the most fun receptions. It included an 80’s hairband (fans, crimped hair, & all), delicious dinner, dancing like CRAZY, dancing on stage with the band, and an open bar.

Which let me tell you, was visited frequently. Cheese & Moo were also with us, which made for and even MORE fun time…

Which somehow, I kinda missed. I know…I have no clue how either.

Anyway, you can see why I haven’t had time to post this week, but I swear…the 4th of July is coming up and we have BIG plans with the crew from Northbound 35. And that always means a good time, perhaps a little mischief, and a lot of good pics to share. Or not.

Stay tuned DWC reader(s)!!