Daydreaming of boots.

I am in a rut. I am in a it's still 100 degrees outside but it's October and what am I supposed to wear because pink cannot be worn right now but it feels like Summer so I do it anyways type of mood. I picked up a Pumpkin Spice Latte to celebrate that a cool front is blowing through as we speak and it will only be a high of 98 today rather than a high of 103. Do I live in the desert? 

Daydreaming of Fall clothes, boots, scarves, dark nail polish and cozy drives with the Jeep top down.

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Hopefully, it's chilly everywhere else, so not everyone is miserable like I.

Stein. Wine. Bird Dogs.

Full of randomness:

E and I are participating in a Sorority powderpuff football game on Friday night. Isn't that random? Well, actually we aren't playing, but giving out Rita's to the players. I can only imagine how often E will be having eye movement behind his sunglasses. UT attendees, blonde, brunette gals that probably come from loads of money, can work out hours of the day...a man's heaven. 

One of my besties works for a jewelry company and she gets the hook up for a myriad of things like Philip Stein watches and straps. I love, love, love my Philip Stein watch. It's something most people don't have, it goes with everything, has a chip in it that makes you sleep better at night and you can switch out the strap. K sent me a gmail chat stating she got me a new lizard band for *FREE.* Say what? This strap typically costs $125, so I was elated. I am rocking it and I love it!

My brother's boss is going through a lot right now and of course I am not going to delve into it because its beyond private. Anyhow, he called my brother at 9:01 am on Monday morning to give him the status of a tragic event. Bird hung up the phone. At 9:20, someone from my parents church's prayer room called Bird's phone and stated, "We are just calling to see if you have anything that you need us to pray about?" Wait, what? Um, just 19 minutes earlier he got horrible news from his boss. If that's not powerful, I am not really sure what is. 

Speaking of Bird (aka: My brother), he sent these pictures of his precious Callie-girl. She is the most intelligent, trained and loved bird dog. Isn't she a beauty?

 She is retrieving. :)

You thought Osama bin Laden was dead huh? Not so fast...

Only kidding, but my brother the one with the dark, dark, long beard (left) kind of resembles him.

We went to Chuy's last night for dinner and I only ate the chips and salsa. Is that bad? I didn't go over my calories for the day, but felt like a fat p.i.g.

My Dad turns 60 next Tuesday! I turn 30 in December! My Meemaw turned 90 this year! My Dad is exactly 30 years older than me and Meemaw is 60 years older. Random.

I am going to Central to buy this wine:

It's THE BEST. Run to your Whole Foods or Central Market now.

Random, I tell ya.

Busted.

On Saturday, we had an event in a town just North of Austin. We had the day scheduled out perfectly...I mean from the start to the end of the day. Remember, our night ended with bacon madness. We headed North and we were to arrive at the wedding we were serving at 6pm sharp. We crossed over the railroad tracks and bam--Tire busted, blown, in pieces. Crushing. E and I just looked at eachother and I said, "shit...we have to undo the trailer and haul bootay over to the church." We walked into the church as if nothing crushing just occurred. E went to fix the flat and in the midst the trailer fell off the jack and put a hole the size of Mars into the bottom of the trailer. I served the ice to the people that were dying of heat because the church had to be 1000 degrees inside. Horrible. 

E fixed it, came to pick me up and we stopped, so I could grab a tall boy to drink whilst E was driving. I was stressed and wanted to act like a bit of a white trash broad for five minutes. As we drove down the road about three miles, bam--Tire busted, blown, in pieces. No lie. We had two blowouts within two hours of eachother, within three miles of eachother, on a Saturday night, 40 miles from our house, 40 miles from our city and friends, 45 miles from the bacon party. Crushing. 

We immediately pulled onto a side street and it was getting dark, so I wouldn't let E go about changing the flat especially because he didn't have a spare...because remember...we already used the spare and that's the tire that just busted. So- I saw some people up the street and decided that I was going to tell them we were leaving our trailer and would be back the next day to fix it. Walked over, smelt like a tall boy and spoke to the nice people and realized it was Hope Center- AA (as in Alcoholics Anonymous). Horrible. Horrible. This guy probably wanted to punch me in the face for having beer breath. Alas, he was kosher with us leaving the trailer. 

Long story shorter, we went on Sunday and realized the axle had moved and there was no way E could change the tire and not have another flat, so we left a sign on the POS and headed home. 

I met a tow trucker there the next morning. I must add this was the least white trash tow trucker I had ever seen...I mean, clean cut with a vneck tee. He was great. I thought the trailer was going to fall off the bed of the tow truck. 

We went to the trailer place, I yelled at the owner, the owner cussed me out and now the trailer is getting fixed. It was a long Saturday that was oh-so-stressful, but we at least enjoyed bacon, booze and friends into the wee hours of the night.

What gives in owning a business? I feel there is ALWAYS something going on and going wrong. This is the life we choose and positive is how I must live.

Turtles.

Bacon-themed birthday parties are fun, filling and the next day you feel like a bloated cow from all the sodium. A good fried of mine threw her husband a bacon party on Saturday and let me just say- all the grocery stores in the ATX have to be sold out of bacon. 

We went over to the preggers' house on Saturday and nonchalantly asked what they were making for the party. Her husband responded with "Turtles." Y'all, shut the front door with how creative this is and how disgusting, but good at the same time they turned out for the party.

It started with this: weiners, hamburger meat, cheese and of course three packages of bacon.

It went something like this:

And ended up like this:

Kind of sick, right?! The head, feet and tail are hot dogs with slits so they would open whilst cooking. I mean, I cannot help but laugh...

I made my famous bacon potato salad, but didn't take any pictures because it's boring. Also, I made chocolate surprise cupcakes without bacon and I must say they were delish. I heart cupcakes and think cupcakes make the world a better place.

Here's a glimpse of some of the bacon dishes:

I didn't think I would want bacon for the next eternity, but we found ourselves cooking up two pieces of bacon for our blue cheese salads last night. Fail.

Fired.

It was a little over three years ago when I was part of a two-girl team planning events for our company. I really enjoyed the planning, the execution and the fun that ensued at the events. 

It was the first Holiday Party we had planned and our President and his wife wanted people to draw for their seats rather than just choose to sit with friends. Obviously, his wish was a command and we used a huge fish bowl and put table numbers in the bowl for every attendee to choose. At this time I worked for two Vice Presidents and knew both of their wives really well. When they arrived, the wives didn't want to just "draw" for their seats, but rather dig their hand in the fish bowl and hand pick their table number. What was a girl to do? Bullshit them and say "um, you aren't allowed to do that." Get real. I just let them do it. OOPS. That was a great horrible idea. Fast forward about two weeks after the holiday party, the day before everyone was going on vacation for Christmas. My two bosses called me in their office. I am thinking oh yes- we are going to exchange presents. I took their presents with me and walked into the office. I got a really weird feeling and they looked like deer in headlights. There was a paper turned over on the desk...I shut the door and they let me know that I WAS WRITTEN UP FOR INSUBORDINATION TO THE PRESIDENT. Guess what for: LETTING THE VP'S WIFE DIG IN THE FLIPPIN' FISH BOWL. No lie. Seriously. I would never lie. I only tell the truth. I was in utter shock as were they. They explained to me they saved me, my job and my paycheck. I was going to get fired over this fish bowl. I am pretty sure they wanted to laugh out loud about the whole thing, but I was a basket case. I was hysterically crying. I didn't "do it" because I didn't want to listen; I allowed it because of who was asking to do it. They told me that I had to sign the write-up and I refused. I walked out balling-crying. I was kicked off the event planning team. I mean, seriously, like in fifth grade when your conduct was bad in school so you couldn't participate in that week's game. I felt like a child. Being upset turned into pissed. I finally signed the paperwork the next year. I didn't really sign it...I just scribbled over the paper and it's in my personnel file...well, maybe we put it in there.

I almost got fired over a fish bowl.

And- This story is a laughing stock anytime an event comes up because I refuse to attend company events now because...I could get fired.

Loving Wednesday.

It's happy hump day, thank goodness...I am ready for the weekend and really the thought of having to swim 2000 yards tonight makes me want to yack. Moving on and going along with Jamie today:

I am loving this batch of cupcakes I bought for E last night. Seriously, the caramel apple cupcake was to die for and I stopped myself at half the cupcake. I kept telling myself "buck up cupcake" to stop eating the cupcake...vicious cycle.

I am loving that my bestie is pregnant and I get to walk through the baby section at Target and not feel weird. I now have a reason! I almost bought this teeny-tiny swimsuit for the baby even though it might be a boy. We could shove a boy into this I suppose...

I am loving this picture of Marley's best friend.

I am loving the scale for saying I have lost a total of 6 pounds even though I drank too much alcohol and ate 1\2 a cupcake and escargot the past few days.

I am loving that we are attending a bacon partay on Saturday. Yea-Everything has to do with bacon and every dish will have bacon in it...I am debating on not eating the rest of the week.

I am loving my husband an extra lot this week since it's his birth week.

Expecting.

Nope- Not me, but one of my best friends is expecting her first baby and to say I am ecstatic is an understatement. She and her husband are going to be amazing parents and I cannot wait to see them through this journey. They are due in April 2012 which is perfect because K will not have to go through a Texas Summer pregnant. This baby is the first our of our group here in Austin, so peanut is going to be beyond spoiled. I already have a list of the things I want to do for these three...they mean the world to E and I.  I am really hoping they have a little girl because girlie clothes and nurseries are just plain precious! 

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Birthday Boy.

Happy Birthday to the love of my life...

To my very best friend who is always there for me...

To the most loyal, endearing, whole-hearted person I know...

To my husband that I love oh so much. Happy Birthday, sweet E!

3 pounds.

Weight is a constant struggle for me, it always has been and always will be. I really hate it, but most days I accept the fact this is my fate. My family isn't "fat," but just big people. My Mom pushes 6 feet, my Dad and brother are both giants, but they aren't "fat." As children, we ate well and most of the time we ate at home. I recall as a child loving when my Dad went hunting for the weekend because that meant we got to eat Ninfa's on Sunday after church. My parents made home cooked meals and we ALWAYS, ALWAYS had a salad with dinner: This is why I truly believe that a lot of things are genetic. We cannot change our genetics we can only try to make the best decisions that will benefit us and work with our genetics rather than go against them. Well- this weekend I am pretty sure I gained back the 3 pounds I lost last week causing me to go against my 'fat' genetics. Winning. Failing. I am an avid calorie counter...I use www.myfitnesspal.com to track my exercise and calories. The only problem- I don't have much to track when I drink:

A whole six pack on Friday night.

A whole bottle on Saturday night:

WTH is wrong with me? I mean, I love me some alcohol, but this weekend was off the charts. I woke up with a hangover two days in a row. I didn't even see the doors of the gym all weekend. I didn't eat food except for Taco Cabana at 1am on Saturday. I need to put this ole' gal in check or into AA.

One-Upper

Person 1: "I played a round of golf...I shot an 82." 

Person 2: "Oh, I played a round of golf two days ago and yesterday with scores of 72 and 73."

Person 1: "Well, I played a round of golf twice in one day and shot a 68 and a 69."

Person 2: "I shot a hole in one, twice."

One-Upping

I am not sure if I am the only person in the world that gets highly annoyed with one-upping, but let me tell you...I HATE IT. 

We have a friend whose name is "One-Up" in my husband's cell phone contact list. It's a joke to most of us because he literally one ups your one up and then one ups his one up. Everything is a one up. I don't think he means anything by it, but I cannot for the life of me figure it out. I try my hardest not to one up people, but sometimes my story is better and I just find myself doing it. Need.to.stop.now. Yesterday, I was telling a story about how I got written up at work because of some lame thing that occurred at a Holiday party. I mean, I almost got fired and I think that's a pretty damn-good story. This dude totally TRIED to one up me! He even said, "oh, I have something better than that." I laughed out loud fo-real. He went about his story and it was a lame story and at the end no one uttered a word. I get that other people's stories and experiences might be better than mine, but don't intentionally one up me! Is it insecurity? Or do these people want to be popular at our adult ages? I mean, it's kind of like keeping up with the Joneses...just don't do it because you will look like an idiot in the end.

And-can I tell you I bit into the most disgusting-driest flippin' peach ever?

Whatever happened?

I love HGTV and E gets so annoyed that I want to watch House Hunters at 10:00 at night. We are semi-DIY'ers and more so in the past because we don't have much time for house remodeling and decorating with a bizness. Anyhoo, E and I were talking last night and I wondered whatever happened to Trading Spaces on TLC? That was the original DIY show and I think perhaps it is no longer on the tele...kind of makes me sad even though I haven't watched in upteen years. Paige was so presh, remember? I am old.

Apparently, Paige likes to be a little riskay. You wouldn't think with this innocent face...

I really want to re-do our hall bathroom and master bathroom. I would die for these bathroom & tubs...seriously. I would eat, booze and sleep in these bad-boys:

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Being from Texas.

We had a fun-filled weekend tailgating, boozing, eating and working! How fun is that we can tailgate, booze and work at the same time? Yea, it's pretty sweet. We saw so many friends from near and afar...it totally brings us back to the college days. And we were so happy because UT barely won! Case McCoy and Jaxon Shipley will be my new loves this year.

Who knew you could cry watching Sunday NFL football? Seriously, tears streamed down my face watching the football games yesterday. When the football players held the edges of the American flag with the victims families and the first responders, I lost it. E kept saying..."Seriously." Ha. It was a day of reflecting that's for sure. No matter what our opinions are on what should have happened that day or what didn't happen that day- Thousands of lives were lost on that day and continue to be lost in the War for freedom. I will never, ever forget that day. I am really excited to be visiting NYC with my sweet Mom in November and at the top of my list is the WTC memorial. I can only imagine what it will look like in person and the ambiance surrounding it. 

Lastly, being from Texas everyone assumes we are ALL Cowgirls Cowboys fans...well, think again because there is no team we hate more in our household than the Cowboys (eh-maybe the Sooners and Aggies). E and I were so excited they lost last night to the NY Jets and I was so proud of the Jets for bringing NY a win on 9\11. Poor Tony Romo. 

It's Friday, Friday...gotta get down on Friday.

It's Friday and every Friday I like to think about Rebecca Black's "Friday" song...that dreadful-most-annoying-song-ever-made, but for some reason it makes me laugh and puts me in a delightful mood.
I swear this week lasted forever!
Anyhoo, guess what I haven't done today? I haven't check the bank account...go me. Guess what I did do today? I went and got...

I have to watch my sugar intake so I always get just a one pump, nonfat latte with no whip. It was delish!

Last night, Marley thought it would be cool to wear E's Rita's shirt, chill and naw on his beloved pig skin bone. Isn't he seriously the cutest one-eyed dog you have ever seen?

We had frat party at Rita's...I want to be in college again. We believe it was an academic fraternity or a Christian fraternity? Do you call a greek organization that accepts men and women a frat? Not sure, but whatever. They filled our parking lot, chatted and bought a ton of shizz. 

This weekend UT plays BYU in Austin. Let's be honest- I.AM.NERVOUS. I really don't want to have a losing season because that's never fun. I am going to buy my burnt orange dress today and will be rocking our Rita's cart with a dress and cowgirl boots, what-what. That's how we do it...Here's to Friday!

September Vow

I typcially am a person that is constantly worrying about MONEY. I hate it. I loathe it. I try to change it, but I fail every single month. We have enough money to pay our mortgage and all our bills, we eat nice dinners, we have a great quality of life SO WTH is my problem? I am not quite sure. I don't know if it's because I want more, but I don't really want more or if I am worried to just worry. I have a legit job, Eric has a business and if we EVER end up in dire straights we both have families that would support us through a rough patch, so again WTH is my problem? Some people are using September as the month not to spend, but by golly I am going to use September to loosen up and not worry. I am vowing to not worry about our finances the rest of the month. I won't complain if E plays golf, if I want something I will not feel guilty and if I want to spend $3 on a freakin' Pumpkin-Spice Latte-No-fat-with-one-pump I am going to drive my happy-ass to the nearest Starbucks and buy it. 

E's Heaven.

My heaven.

Our Heaven.