Absence Has Made My Heart Grow Fonder.....

I am a horrible blogger; I admit it. I have been so busy and neglected you. So, let me update you. We just had our Youth Convention. The theme was "Experience the Glory" and boy did we. It was absolutely amazing!!!!! My cousin entered courtship and I'm counting down the days until she walks down the altar. So, that leaves me as the token single girl in the bunch now. This basically translates to avoid ALL events where it will be a couples thing instead of friends hanging out ( I discovered that people in relationships are always trying to hook up their poor single friend, lol), seek out my single SAVED friends and start hanging out more often (this means the friends who love the season of singlehood they are in; not  the ones counting down the minutes, seconds, and milliseconds until they are in courtship), and enjoy this time to myself to work on anything I want. I am going to try to blog on a regular basis.......

Okay, I Forgive You Blogger ...

But if you do it again you're no longer my BFF, I'm taking back your half heart necklace that says

"ST

END"

 and I'll tell EVERYONE you're "going with" that dorky Tommy Finkelson.  Sewiously.  I mean bidness.

Alright.  Now that that's taken care of, HELLO loves!!!  It seems as though a lot of you had similar altercations with Blogger yesterday (grrrrrrrrrr) but hopefully you're all now back to normal and up and running.  SO now I have two days to catch up on (thanks Blogger, apparently I'm not over this) so this might be a longsey.  The FIRST thing I want to do is wish my momma/best friend/the greatest woman I know a .......

HAPPY HAPPY BIRFDAY

(Yesterday that is, when Blogger was being a jerk-o, member?  How RUDE to do on my mommy's birfday jerk-o Blogger!)

Happy birfday to my momma.  To the woman that has held my hand, dried my tears, hugged me when I was sad, danced and acted silly when I was happy, came to every horrid performance of dance, tap, piano (insert childhood sport/instrument/parental torture here) and told me I was the BEST out of them all.  Who made every birthday, holiday, back to school year the BEST and most EXCITING experience in the world.  Who gave me my love for the holidays and all things worth celebrating.  Who told me I was beautiful and never ONCE brought up my size even when I was 35 lbs overweight in middle school and more insecure than a cat in a dog park and more teased than ... well the fat kid, which was me.  Who helped me lose those 35 lbs when I came crying and begging for her help and gain my self confidence back.  Who gave me everything I could ever want in life and more but taught me to be humble and greatful for every blessing I have.  Who led me to be a woman who chased after the Lord after watching her do the same.  Who exudes integrity, love, the importance of family, strength, honor, grace, faith, generosity, humor, fun, laughter and silliness.  Who loves me and encourages me no matter what.  Who has shown me everything a mother should be and more, and has given me some big shoes to fill when my own little love gets here.  And who is going to be the best Mamaw this world has ever seen (next to her mom that is, she too has a wonderful example to follow) and who I love more than this blog has space to fill up.  Happy HAPPY birfday (yesterday) mommy!!!  I love you so SO much!!!

{Ain't she purdy?}

Now, back to more of yesterday's intended blog recap.  Which would've entailed updates from the weekend I didn't take pictures of.  Wrrrrrrooooooops.  Well, I did take a few pictures.  Of iPhone quality awesomeness.  Friday after work I raced like an Edward crazed thirteen year old headed to Nordstrom's BP department to snag my pass into movie heaven to ...

That's right friends.  It says June 29th.  The day before Eclipse comes out.  At 9pm.  No waiting in lines amongst millions of 13 year olds in tshirts that say "Team Jacob" (because I might have to punch them, TEAM EDWARD PEOPLE!) for the dreaded midnight showing.  This used to be fun/cool before I was a grown up and had to function at my job the next day and was also carrying an extra person that lately likes to suck all the energy outta his mommy.  Now, I'm not sure if this is true with all Nordstroms, but if you live in the Dallas area, they have 500 total they're giving out, and not a lot of people know about it (I was expecting mass teenage hysteria on Friday which was not the case much to my delight) so head over to BP and getcha one!  Me and one of my favorites, Alysia, had one for New Moon and letmetellya, I've never felt like such a celebrity as when we were walking out New Moon, wearing our passes on our cool lanyards around our necks whilst being GAWKED at by every poor teenage sucker sitting in line waiting for the midnight showing to start.  Literally we got asked by no less than 10 people "Where'd you get those?" and "How did you get to see it so early?"  From the looks we got, we felt like Britney Spears walking out of that theater.  And I was at home, in bed by midnight.  That makes momma and baby VEWWWY happy.

Friday night I went to celebrate sweet little P's birfday and if my MOH will EVER put up the adorable pictures (ahem, MOH?) I will post some on here.  She made the cutest decorations and cupcakes that just MUST be show-cased here on the blog diggity.  Notice how I'm bugging her for pictures?  Because I. didn't. take. any.  What a TERRIBLE Auntie Roo I am!  So I'm going to depend on stealing them from her mommy.  Because I'm pregnant and I blame everything on that.  The next day we went to our OTHER friend's son's 1 year old birfday party (he and P were born on the same day, two rooms down from each other both from Baylor Bear mommies and daddies, well one mommy's an Aggie, but we'll forgive her for that since she's so cute n' all) and I actually DID take a picture at that party!  With my MOH and little P actually.

{Please forgive my appearance.  I literally came straight from the pool.  Like, my hair's still wet back there where you can't see it.  I MAY or MAY NOT have pushed my time to the limit laying out in order to tan my white hamhocks thus making me show up for a party smelling of chlorine and outside smell.  Stylish Kate, stylish.  Hey, I'm pregnant, leave me alone.}

Saturday night we had my brother, Silly (Sister in Law for you new readers) and dad over for dinner and had a BLAST.  My mister cooked some DEWISHOUS steaks and asparagus on the grill and I tried out a new recipe for new potatoes that actually turned out (to my complete surprise) WONDERFUL!

Then we played a little of this ...

Yes.  Me and my family are gigantic nerds.  But that shouldn't be any surprise to you at this point.  New readers, sorry, but this is part of what you're in for.  But don't worry, I really DO try to be cool!

And then Sunday I started the daunting task of cleaning out my closet.  And I'm not kidding you when I say it looks/looked something similiar to the following ...

My side that is.  My Mister's side (as in his 2 X 2 section of the closet I've alotted him), on the other hand, looks more like this ... 

 

While the angels sing and the birds are chirping along in the chorus of "Hallelujah".  Whilst the snakes and scorpions hiss at them from my section of the closet.

Thus why I'm cleaing out my side (which is more like a 10 X 10 section of the closet) so as to not drive my Mister completely and utterly mad get things in order and throw out things I don't need to prepare for the baby.

Now, onto yesterday.  We went to BJ's for my mom's birfday dinner and I split a GIGANTIC BBQ Chicken Salad (one of my absolute favorite salads I might add) with my momma and was then FORCED to eat more than my share of some of their dewishous Pazookie.  And if you don't know what that is here is a nice visual.  Since the name leaves FAR too much to the imagination ...

{Dewishous AND nutritious.  Hey, I'm pregnant, leave me alone.  Like I said, I was forced.}

And thank GOODNESS I wore my comfy jumper that has PLENTY of waist room for me AND baby to be full of Pazookie (Wait.  That didn't sound quite right ...) which brings me to my next point.  Opinions on this jumper?  Do I look like 2 year old wearing a jumper whilst pregnant?  At least this time I wasn't sporting the pigtails.  Here's a visual.

Don't mind that I'm missing an eyeball.  And look 700 ft tall.  This is what you get trying to take a full length picture of yourself, with an iPhone, in the bathroom, from an aerial view.  What do we think?  Does it look like it ought to have snaps at the crotch and read 9-12 months on the label?  I sure hope not because MAN is it comfortable.  But if you girls say so, I'll beweave you.  Yay or nay/neigh (obviously I'm not sure if it's the sound a horse makes spelling or not ...)

Annnnnnnd that's it for this outofcontrol long post.  I wouldn't blame you if you're passed out drooling on your keyboard by this point.  Have a terrific Tuesday loves!!!

Dear Blogger ...

Today, ihatchou.  You were a pain in my patootle and wouldn't let me post all day.  So this is all you get from me.  Also I didn't take many pictures this weekend so I'm using you as an excuse because you're a Meaniesaurus.

If you're nice, maybe I'll post and tell you stories tomorrow.  Sending chocolate, cookies and shopping money would help.  Express shipping would help even more.

I hope you have a terrible Monday Blogger.  You big poophead.  Hmph.

Signed,

One of Your usually faithful when you're not a butthead Users.

Favorite Fridays!

HEWWO Friday (and all my loverly readers as well) am I GLAD to see you!!!  I hope y'all had a fantabulous Thursday night (Can you tell I got some sleep last night?  A BIT chipper eh?) and are as excited as I am about our friend Friday showing up.  Like I said, I slept great last night and it's due to FINALLY finding a comfortable way to prop my ever-growing body for the evening sleep.  With my ginormous Preggo Boppy Pillow BEHIND me and my other regular bed pillow in front.  It's genius.  I felt like a swaddled baby I slept so well last night.  I'm thinking it may have to do with the fact that I dragged my pregnant arse off the couch have excercised the last two nights and, for the record I'm sore, which is embarassing since the excercise consisted of walking the dog for 40 minutes and doing the elypital for 30 and weights the night before.  I ran a 1/2 marathon in December people.  These are ridiculous things to make me sore.  I guess that's what parking your rear on your couch for 2 straight months not excercising will do to you.  Anyways, I plan on making it a weekly event.  At least 3 times a week.  That's my goal.  Plus, they say it makes your labor easier.  Anything to make something the size of a watermelon coming out of something the size of a kumquat (And yes I know what size those are now because my baby was that big one week, thank you "What To Expect" iPhone app, plus, how perfect is that fruit to describe that body part.  Sorry, too far.  I know.) is alright by me.  But let's not talk about that yet.  Because I might go into convulsions/hysterics/have a panic attack.  I'm still under the delusion that right around Thanksgiving the stork is going to bring me this darling little boy, (95% positive mind you) my stomach will deflate into the six pack that I've always wanted, the rest of my body will automatically look like one of the dancers on SYTYCD and then, of course, the angels will sing.  That's how it happens right?  Right.  Moving right along.  So the arrival of Friday means ...

And TODAY'S topic is,

Favorite Movie Trilogy

And, per usual, I have far too many more than one.  So here we go, I'm going to list them, picture style.  And after looking at my list, with the exception of one, I'm kinda afraid I might be a bit of a tomboy.  Or a nerd, whichever one sounds less embarassing.

Yes.  I'm serious.  And this is my one that qualifies me as a girl.  I LOVED these growing up.  Actually, when my brother and I went to our dad's house on the weekends we went to bed either watching Look Who's Talking or Home Alone every night.  To this day I can say most of the words to both.  Now, here we go with the tomboy/nerd picks.  Don't judge me.

 

{At least this one's a Disney reference.  That makes it a LITTLE less boyish/nerdy, yes?}

I think this might prove I love triologies too much.  I don't know what category Harry Potter and Twilight fall into, but if they fell into this category they would've knocked EVERYTHING else off the charts.  Speaking of, have we freaked out that Eclipse comes out this month yet?  No?  Well, SQUUUUUUUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLL ... because it does.  SO excited!!!

Now last, but certainly not least, today is my sweet P's BIRFDAY!!!  She's one year old (if you're a new reader and you don't know who P is, she's my bestie's daughter) which means she will get to do what EVERY grown person REALLY wants to do with a cake, eat it with their hands and smoosh it all over their face.  AND she gets to drink real milk now!  I can't IMAGINE the money that will save my MOH on formula.  WOO HOO!  Happy happy birfday little love, auntie Roo (my nickname's Katearoo, my dad has called me that ever since I can remember, because of that my MOH calls me Roo) LOVES you and I'll see you tonight!!!

{Exactly one year ago today.  Loved this sweet girl the minute I laid eyes on her!}

{Pretty soon after she came home.  Please pardon my no-make-upness.}

{A month or two old?  I'm starting to realize I'll need to label my child's pictures ...}

{This one's easy.  Christmas.  Kidding.  I haven't lost THAT much of my mind.  Yet.  Halloween, with the little red lobster.  For the seafood lover in you.}

{P, her momma, her auntie Roo and her future boyfriend baby boy Fulmer.  She likes younger men.  She told me so.}

That's all for today folks!!!  Have a HAPPY Friday and a FANTASTIC weekend!!!

Thoughtless Thursday!

Morning glories!  I'm a wee bit sweepy today so my Thoughtless Thursday will be more thoughtless than usual.  Oh don't worry, I'm still going to narrate, we all know I can't go COMPLETELY thoughtless, I'm far too full of hot hair chatty for that.  So, that being said happy ...

First off, I snapped this on my iPhone this morning.  This is what my darling pup does EVERY morning when I'm already running 10 to 15 minutes late about to leave to head to work and need him to pee FAST.  He pees 452 times on fire hydrants, telephone poles, fences, squirrels, people's shoes and sometimes his own back foot while we're on walks but ONCE before I leave for work?  Oh no.  Instead, he plants all four legs, sticks his nose out and smells the air.  Sniffs it is more like it.  And I can't get him to move for the life of me.  Needless to say sometimes he's told he will just have to hold it I have to stand out there for a 10 minutes.  Making me a grand total of 20 to 25 minutes late for leaving for work.  Don't worry, I'm good at driving like a bat out of hell maneuvering my way to work where I don't actually get there late, but that's not to say my nerves aren't shot by the time I get there ...

Second, my mom, stepdad Rich and my little brother and sister (the twinyearolds - 10 year old twins) are coming home from the Bahamas in Atlantis today.  Hmph.  FAMILY vacay huh?  I'm family, why am I in 105 degree Texas?  What?  I'm not bitter ... anyways, to make me even LESS bitter (I'm NOT!) I've been getting picture texts for the last few days and they look like they're having a great time.  Who WOULDN'T be in Atlantis?  I know I would ... if I were invited.  Who's bitter?

Hmph.  I mean ...... I hope you guys had fun!  Looking forward to seeing you (and your tanness, nope not bitter.) when you get home!

And last, I wanted to update y'all on the name situation since I'm asked if we have a boy one a lot.  Of COURSE we have our for sure girl one but now that we're 95% positive it's a boy we're (ahem, the Mister is) stumped.  And by stumped I mean I can't get my Mister to have a serious conversation with me about it.  So far (after I've sent him perfectly adorable names like Halston) I've gotten a no, followed by the following suggestions:  Bocephus, all the names of the Seven Dwarves, Baylor and Bear.  Awesome.  We have two front runners but I can't get him to pick one of the two or to even say those are the top two, although I get a no from EVERY cute trendy name I throw his way.  SO, when we pick one y'all can bet I'll let you know, but until then, we're calling him Turkey.  Since he's due the day before Thanksgiving. 

 Happy Thoughtless Thursday!  To play along, post random photos, explain or don't and come back here and McStinky up!  And lets get excited girls, it's ALMOST Friday!!!

Week 15 Bumpdates!

Usually I do sweet miss Kelsey's Wishful Wednesday but I just answered the "which character from SATC2 would you be" question for y'all last week and I didn't want you to think I was being redundant.  So, I'm passing this week and going to bore you to the point of poking out your eyes update you on week 15 of pregnancy!  Oh yes.  I know you're all SO excited.  So much so that you sprung out of bed this morning thinking "Oh how I HOPE Katie updates us today on her every week of pregnancy!"  Um.  Probably not.  But this will help me remember since I've been told the pregnancy brain only turns to more mush when it becomes mommy brain especially with as much aspartame as I usually consume in my 16 diet cokes a day when not pregnant.  So I'm thinking documenting might help so that when someone asks me about my pregnancy I don't look at them with a blank stare and say "What pregnancy?  When was I pregnant?" which I wouldn't put past myself.  Oh but first, I have to share the cuteness that is my toes with you all.  Yes, I'm about to show you a picture of my feet.  If you  have feet issues (ahem, my Mister), you may want to continue scrolling.  I went and got a pedicure the other day and for SOME reason I'm totally into the big toe design during the summer.  Do we all know what I'm talking about?  I'm thinking it may be a little ghetto, which I'm okay with because, well I like it.  On top of all the ghetto-ness my toe nail polish is teal.  Would you expect any less from me?  Pardon me while I hit enter 852 times to post this picture.  Friggin' blogger, I'm seriously about to break up with you.

{Isn't that cute?  Don't answer if your answer isn't yes.  And if it is, why THANK you!  And only 5 dollar for BOTH toes!}

Now, on to the anticipated bumpdates ...

How far along? 15 WEEKS

{There it is again.  The "V" word.  Sorry about the graphicness that is my female parts ...}

Total weight gain/loss: 6 LBS.  Loss?  Pshaaaaaaaa.  Right.

Maternity clothes? Oh yes.  Never has pulling a gigantic piece of elastic over my belly felt so good.

Stretch marks? Lord I hope not.  I haven't checked.  I try to look at myself naked as LITTLE as possible these days.

Sleep: Sucks.  Apparently I have to sleep on my side now.  And of COURSE the "recommended" side isn't the side I generally sleep on.  I swear by the time I wake up my back is SCREAMING to be laid on.  I usually give in for about 5 minutes and then roll back to the dreaded side.  Thank you Lord for the Boppy Pregnancy Pillow.  I don't know how the cave women did it.  Maybe they were too busy being drug around by their hair to notice?

Best moment this week: Friday through Monday.  Four day weekends are GODSENDS for pregnant women.  Who am I kidding, pretty much for everyone else too.

Have you told family and friends: Duh.  I told you this last time.  Stopping asking me the same questions questionnaire.

Movement: Apparently the little one's dancin' a jig daily in my uterus.  But I don't feel it yet.  I'm still moving just fine bytheway.

Food cravings: Nada.  Except my cupcake escapade last week.  Leave it to me to crave the most fattening things made.  While my dang friends are telling me "OOOOO I just CAN'T get enough of fruit!"  Really?  That's your craving?  How come the Healthy Craving Fairy skipped RIGHT over me and her friend, Fatty Fairy, landed right smack on my hips?

Anything making you queasy or sick: Well the smell of garbage and sewage of course.  Oh and watching those TV shows about surgery.  But those things always make me queasy and sick.  That's why I generally tend to try and avoid them ...

Have you started to show yet: Sure have (see Friday's pic).  Or at least I hope so.  Otherwise I've got a beer gut without the enjoyment of the beer ...

Leakage: Seriously questionnaire.  Stop asking me this.  Or this might become my answer for the "anything making you queasy or sick" question.  Talk to me about personal leakage.  That will make me queasy and sick.  Ew.

Gender prediction: 95% positive it's a BOY!

Labor Signs: If becoming Senorita burp-a-lot is a sign, then yes.

Belly Button in or out? Inwards.

Wedding rings on or off? On.

Happy or Moody most of the time: Happy most of the time.  But steal my Mister's cell phones and psycho pregnant HOSE BEAST comes a-burstin' forth!

 

Weekly Wisdom: "If at first you don't succeed, skydiving is not for you."  Oh ... you meant pregnancy wisdom?  Hmm.  Here's one.  If you FEEL like you might be sick while eating, don't continue eating and "hope" it goes away ...

Milestones: SLOWLY coming out of the nausea stage!


That's about it for today ladies.  Hopefully I've kept you all entertained!!!

Holy Catch Up Time!

Well HELLO there blog friends!  I'm back from my blogcation and feeling NICE and refreshed!  MAN was it nice to have 4 days off from work, blogging, EVERYTHING.  But now I'm back in the saddle and feelin' fit as a faddle (I know it's fiddle, but faddle rhymed) I feel like I have TONS to tell you all, but here's the kicker.  No pictures.  At. all.  I'm pretty sure my little munchkin is makin' his momma's brain turn to mush because I'm NEVER this bad about taking pictures!!!  Thankfully, at our friend's 30th birfday party on Saturday, his non-pregnant therefore she has regained her brain wife took pictures so I have FEW to post, but other than that, zilch, nada, nuttin'.   Sorry friends, I would tell you I PROMISE I'll get better about this, but I might forget I told you that in 15 minutes.  I can't be held accountable for this pile of mush pregnancy brain thing I've got goin' on.  It also doesn't help when your Mister shoots you the look o' DEATH every time you mention snapping a quick momentum of the days events. Hmph.  SO, moving right along to the wordiest post ever, Thursday night the Mister and I had a date (we both took Friday off).  What did we do for our date?  Went to see Robin Hood, that's what.  And I ate a bucket of popcorn and a white cherry ICEE for dinner.  Mmmmm.  Annnnnd that was about the extent of the excitement with the movie.  It was okay and I always love Russell Crowe, but it was REALLY long, unevenful (for the first 2 hours of a 2 1/2 hour movie) and the fact that I didn't realize that this was the PREQUEL to the actual Robin Hood story the entire time didn't help much either.  The whole movie I kept thinking "wait, I don't remember this happening?" and "MAN they changed this up a LOT!" and then at the very end it says "and so the story begins ..." and I let out a loud "OHHHHHH, NOW I get it!" and my Mister proceeded to shake his head and laugh at me for the next 10 minutes.  Sadly, I can't blame this on pregnancy brain.  This is just common Katie.  On Friday I went to my mom's house and laid out by the pool in my AWESOME preggers swim suit.  And no, I'm not posting pictures (but you're ALL so sweet to want to see that horrendous site) I won't post pictures of myself in a swim suit UN preggers, you must be out 'cho mind if you think I'm posting one WHILE preggers!  But I will tell you I got the one pictured.  In black, of course (HELLO slimming while you're swimming, YES please!) and then Friday night the Mister and I hung out at the casa with the pup.  Saturday was the day of our friend's 30th birfday party I mentioned earlier.  They have 2 kids so they made it kid friendly, complete with bouncy house, slip n' slide and water guns.  Add some fried chicken (which they did), cake and an unlmited supply of Sprite and Capri Suns and I'm one happy pregnant camper!  The Mister, his broster, the birfday boy and his dad played horseshoes for the bulk of the time while I sat in the covered, shaded, fans a twirling pavillion, talking to the birfday boy's sister-in-law (another Katie!) and his momma.  Here's some pictures for your visual pleasure (that I stole from the birfday boy's wife's FB page, thanks Amy!) ...

{My brother-in-law, the birfday boy's pop, my Mister and the birfday boy - Jeremy}

{My Mister's turn to throw.  So sewious.}

{And another action shot.  Amy's a brave woman taking pictures from this angle.}

{Birfday boy's mom, other Katie and me.  Word to the wise, if someone's taking a picture of you from an angle you KNOW is going to be horrible, don't spazz and smoosh your arm into your body thus causing the dreaded "fat arm" result.  Also, I'm wearing a jumper, and pig tails.  Whilst pregnant.  Apparently I was channeling the whole "2 year old look" that day.  But MAN is that jumper comfy!}

Then Saturday night we came home and watched Avatar (which neither of us had seen) and both repeated over and over "Why the H didn't we see this in 3D!?!?"  It was SO GOOD!  Definately a little Disney-esque, which I can ALWAYS appreciate.  Sunday we went and had a breakfast date at OHOP (the ORIGINAL House of Pancakes people) and then I went to see SATC2 (I know, on a Sunday.  I should be ashamed and embarassed) with my MOH and LOVED it!  I know it got terrible reviews but I could watch those girls sit at a table and gossip with each other for 2 1/2 hours and be happy.  You have to be a true fan of the show to appreciate it.  This fan FREAKIN' LOVED. IT.  And then, I came out of my SATC2 induced high to a phone call from my Mister.  Stating that his iPhone and Blackberry had been stolen out of this truck while he was in Smoothie Factory.  It's just so devistating when something is stolen from you.  I know it was only "material things" but his iPhone had our ADDRESS in it, pictures, ALL his contacts and plenty of other personal information which always makes it scary.   I'll admit, I freaked out after my pregnant hormonal anger of wanting to find and BEAT THE TAR out of the person who did it passed a bit knowing some theif was walking around with my address and pictures of my family.  Truthfully I was mainly concerned about Koda.  The thought of some horrible person breaking into our house and hurting Koda literally brought me to tears.  We're hoping (and assuming since he had golf clubs and iPod and other things that he could've taken) it was some dumb kid who was planning on selling them and nothing else.  So, if you think about it, say a little prayer for our home and my sweet pup and that no harm comes to either from this.  BUT, to make the day a little better, the Mister cooked some AH-MAZING ribs (for his first time I might add) that made everything a little better.

And onto our last day of vacay (tear), my Mister had to spend his day cleaning up the mess the dumb-A theif made (i.e. replacing phones, getting everything re-set up, etc.) so I spent the day at the pool with my MOH and sweet P!  It was her first time in the pool and OH was it cute!  She was not a fan at first, but after about 30 minutes she was splashing and playing and giggling herself silly!  We had a fantastic time.  When I got home the Mister and I grilled burgers and watched the Bachelorette (correction, I watched it while the Mister pretended not to watch it to protect his manhood and therefore stood in the kitchen "cleaning" things that didn't need to be cleaned in order to not look as if he was in fact, watching) and enjoyed all the douchey chochness that was taking place.  I have a whole POST full of things to say about that bidness but I'm going to save that for later.  Because this one has already been wordy enough (hence the bad non-picture taking blogger) and I'm going to stop.

So there you have it.  The longest most boringest post ever.  But at least I had fun.  I hope you all had equally fun, laid back holiday weekends.  Happy TUESDAY (heck yes, the best way to start a week, on a day that's not Monday!) loves!!!