Short Saturday Update and RIP to Two Sites

A-Deadly-Adoption-Trailer-Kristen-Wiig-and-Will-FerrellQuick update: Little Boy’s birthday dinner was a huge success last night.  But really, what celebration isn’t when cake and wine are involved?  You can find us all hydrating today. Except for Little Boy. You can find him sidled up to a blackjack table in about an hour. As Johnny Drama would say, good luck baby bro!! Next question.

Also, I need to request a moment of silence for two blogs that I wrote on that had to go to blog heaven this week. “A Court of Two Sisters” and “Lifetime in Reel Life.”

Back in the day when DWC was created, this blogging phenomenon was taking off and you could say that I maybe got a little ambitious and excited. You could also say that no one else did because I believe the blog hits were just me and my co-writers checking on the page. So, due to that fact and also the fact that the last post on either of them was around November of 2010, I decided to stop paying for the domains and send them off on their way.

For those of you who didn’t read them (I’m looking at all of you), “A Court of Two Sisters” was supposed to be a cute spin on the NOLA restaurant and about the time Poops and I lived together. And one apartment complex away from her now husband, DJ Jeff. We had high hopes of co-contributing to this blog and documenting our “Three’s Company”-esque experience. There were some great times had at the townhouse, but none of them documented. Probably because we were too busy trying to squeeze two Chevy Tahoes into a not so generous two-car garage (mine suffered a bit), spent most of our time climbing up 3 flights of steep stairs (our butts did NOT benefit the way we thought), or were busy dissecting the Bachelor or Bachelorette whilst gaining the perspective of a male on how stupid we knew the show concept already was. So, our apologies to you on missing out on that thrilling experience.

Now, “Lifetime in Reel Life” kinda did have a shot at the beginning. There were several contributors, and I think we all know how much material there is to go around.  The premise of that blog was to watch the Lifetime movies (or current reality tv shows) and analyze them in a comedic fashion. We sort of had a good thing going, and then everyone got busy and one of us up and decided to create this amazing baking company that you should be using called Annie’s Petite Treats and the blog went by the wayside. And I’m a little sad in this exact moment that I didn’t make one last post about the new Will Ferrell and Kristin Wiig Lifetime movie “A Deadly Adoption” because…it was a real Lifetime movie?? Who knew.  Personally, I think Lifetime would have been genius to make that a big ol’ spoof and create their own “Scary Movie” version of an LMN movie with Ferrell and Wiig, but I’m not in charge. (If I had a penny for every time I said that, y’all…)  Anyway, I’m planning on DVR’ing that sister and seeing what all of the awkward fuss is about.  But alas, you will not read anything about it on “Lifetime in Reel Life” because it no longer exists.

Let’s be real here. I think you want my focus to stay on DWC and not on reviewing Lifetime movies. Unless I’m doing them here, which will most likely happen. Also, I don’t live with Poops anymore, so it’s not like we have a lot to contribute in the way of “Three’s Company” but there will be stories aplenty because we’ve only moved about 5 minutes away from each other.

Y’all have a great Saturday and I hope you can all sleep tonight after getting such breaking news from me. If not, have a melatonin and call me in the morning.  🙂

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