Monday, December 29, 2008

Moose Monday

This is by far one of my favorite pictures of Moose.  However, it's definitely not as sweet as it looks.  Moose and Bentley were sitting side by side and I thought that was cute enough so I went to take a picture and right before I did Bentley started to jump on Moose's back and this was the picture that resulted.  

Tostadas and Ta-tas

I just want to say thank you to all the classy moms out there.  I have several good friends and a wonderful cousin-in-law that are now parents and I know for a fact that none of these beautiful, classy ladies would have ever done what I was unfortunate enough to witness today.

I was sitting at On the Border at lunch enjoying some tortilla soup when I thought, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a large mound of flesh in my peripheral vision.  I thought "surely not".... so I turned to my right, not expecting to have my eyes confirm my worst fear.  Sure enough.  Not only was I having lunch, but apparently the baby at the next table was as well.  Awk. Ward.

And we're not talking about a baby discreetly underneath the shirt, or a baby enjoying lunch while under the cover of an OTB napkin (because I totally understand that sometimes it's a necessity).  We are talking her entire shirt and bra hiked up and boob out in public in all its glory.  And I am talking the kind of glory I will never understand. This woman had no shortage of endowment. 

I mean, this day and age there is no need for PDA (public display of areola) there are all sorts of products on the market... I so wanted to tap her on the shoulder and suggest a hooter hider or a slurp n' burp but I just could look her in the face after seeing her ta-tas over our tostadas.  

Monday, December 22, 2008

Monday, December 15, 2008

Introducing... Moose Mondays!

I always seem to have an abundance of cute, hilarious, adorable, and/or sometimes degrading pictures of the Moose. I have also gotten some negative feedback on my lack of blogging lately. (and by negative feedback, I mean Erika yelling at me.) So to remind myself to blog at least once a week, I'm starting a new feature... MOOSE MONDAYS!! (I'm fully aware it's Wednesday, but I just figured out you can back date posts, so look at the top... it says Monday!)

Every Monday I will be posting a new picture of him. I figured I would start off with a doozy. This is a picture that was sent to me by Alex a couple weeks ago while I was at work. When we're gone we keep him cooped up in the kitchen so he will stay out of mischief. Well she had gotten home and apparently someone left the pantry door open. All hopes of Moose staying out of mischief go out the window when he has full access to a smorgasbord of things to explore in the pantry. (yep, I just used "smorgasbord" in a blog post, you know you liked it.)
Uh huh, he had himself a little pantry party. He ripped up boxes of coke, big red (feel free to make fun of me... I know you're going to, but I swear I'm not the only one that likes big red... they wouldn't still be in production from my purchases alone!!), he tore apart the boxes that had the foil, saran wrap, and wax paper (this is really fun, because without the boxes with the little teeth, we now have to cut the saran wrap with scissors. Awesome.) and ate a few jalapeno tortillas. The tortillas upset his little tummy which I thought was hilarious karma in full force until I was cleaning throw up off the couch. Not. Cool.

The most fun part of this whole experience is that Alex thought it was so funny and wanted to take a picture with him in the middle of it to send to me at work. Notice how you can't see his tail in the picture? That's because it was wagging too fast. Why would he be wagging his tail when he was in trouble you ask? Well, that's because Alex was holding up a TREAT! So instead of being scolded, he was rewarded. So now guess what? He thinks this is not only totally acceptable, but ENCOURAGED. Great parenting, Al. Can't wait till you have kids. ;)

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Thanksgiving week in pictures....

I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving! Ours was very relaxing, with not a whole lot going on other than eating, hanging out, and eating some more. We celebrated my Papaw's 80th birthday on Thanksgiving day and had a wonderful turkey day dinner.

My mom has finally realized that I really can cook after all, so this was the first year that she turned over the reigns to a few things to me. Well, I guess just the pecan pie, but that's okay... baby steps. I decided to post pictures from throughout the week instead of boring you with witty banter. Well, if I'm being honest, I'm just too brain dead from work to come up with witty banter, but doesn't it sound sweeter that I'm looking out for the interest of my dear blog readers? I thought so too.
Here is Clint trying his luck at Wii Fit Yoga. Considering we went through about three bottles of wine, I'd say he's doing pret-ty well balancing on one leg on a small platform, wouldn't you? He did get a little ticked off when the thing told him his Wii Fit age was like 82 though. Sheesh, they get so sensitive after that 30th birthday, don't they?
Fun with Photobooth. I think Clint spent a good hour and half playing with this thing. I hope his new job doesn't use macs because he will get NOTHING done.
Clint and Moose ready for the Cowboys game!

Me and the birthday boy playing with Photobooth!
Saturday alex and I decided to decorate for Christmas. We got halfway through putting the lights on the tree when we realized we needed more lights. Three hours and $180 later we left Target with lights, stockings, a DIY gingerbread house kit, ribbon, wrapping paper, a tree stand, Christmas m&m's and most importantly, a Mrs. Clause outfit for Maddie (Moose already has a santa outfit, of course). Maddie is currently visiting her grandma in Fort Worth, so Moose had to sub-in as the model until she returns home.
The front view. I swear this dog must hate me.
The results of our labor... Our kitchen Christmas tree.
View of the kitchen decorations. Yes, Alex was using the Santa potholder as a puppet. Who knows...
And the living room with our main tree and stockings. We got little stockings for Maddie and Moose. :) And you can kind of see the lights on our balcony in the background.

Monday and Tuesday back at work have been insanely busy, but it was a wonderful, relaxing Thanksgiving break that made it worth it!!

Sunday, November 30, 2008

Arrrrrggguably the best party ever!

The pirate party was last weekend and was a lot of fun despite the game.  Tech, as we all know, failed to take care of business.  So while we were all decked out supporting our red raiders, we did feel a little silly at about half time.  About 25 adults sitting around dressed as pirates while our hiney was being handed to us on the football field by OU.  Not cool.  

So towards the end, we decided to make the most of it and play Wylie's favorite game, dunkaroo.  I knew the party was headed downhill quick when he yelled at me across the kitchen asking for a bowl that was deep enough for a face.  The boys took their turn and then Dianne decided to pull her hair back and show them how it's done.  This was quickly followed by Flynn and myself.  Only I was not knocked out with the idea of mascara running down my face afterwards, so I did a quick brainstorm and decided that I could prevent this with the added bonus of using my overpriced snorkel that I purchased during my scuba certification that was now collecting dust in the garage.  Problem solved!  

The pictures of all this and more are below, but for some reason Dianne's dunkaroo was not documented (either that, or she erased the evidence!)  

The night ended with a dognapping, a rock band concert (of course), and a rum ball to the face/bloody lip for me.  One of these days we will grow up, I swear.  

For your enjoyment:
Al and Katy... judging by the guns up, I'm thinking this was BEFORE Tech embarrassed us by playing worse than my middle school's pee wee league.
Me and JJ.  She doesn't look very pirate-y here, but she did have on a red pirate sash and definitely pulled off a what I would call a "pirate chic" look.
Dianne.  I'm thinking this may have been "post-dunkaroo".
The spread.  Skull sugar cookies, rum balls, cupcakes with pirate flags, "Arrrrr"tichoke nibbles, pulled pork and sloppy joe sliders and rum punch (of course) among other things.
What?  You didn't actually think I would throw a theme party and leave him out, did you??  I didn't think so.
Clint's flight was delayed and he didn't get in until waaaay later than we thought it would.  Needless to say, he was a touch behind when he got there.  But I think he still had fun and he now has another party game to take back to Phoenix.  
Game watching.
The girls with the singing, dancing, life size skeleton dressed as a pirate.  He was the hit of the party and we decided he definitely got the most action of anyone at the party.  
My parents with the pirate... you can't really see it, but my dad's hat had dreadlocks attached to it.  My mom was also looking very "pirate chic". 
Al, the pirate skeleton, and Julie.
Again, the pirate got a lot of action that night.
And the dunkaroo's begin... Andy. Trey.
Wylie.  Instigator/Dunkaroo expert.
Flynn.
My parents were really proud.  I could see it all over their faces, I swear.  

So after the housewarming in October and the pirate party in November, there was talk of throwing a party in December.  Annnnnd then we woke up.  And saw the house.  And swept... three times.  And pulled jello shots out of the most random places.

Needless to say I think we're good for awhile!!

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Eyepatch, schmeye patch...

People are always amazed that I can open my front door, let moose out, and he'll go five feet away... do his business, and run back inside.  Not on a leash.  I frequently get shocked looks with the same question "you mean, he won't run off???"  My response is always the same... he has the most comfortable doggie bed ever (also known as my bed), a grandmother that feeds him whataburger on a semi-regular basis, and dog bones bigger than he is.... WHY would he run off??

With that being said, I might be pushing his limits.  If I am going to throw a theme party, I would hate to leave him out.  And on my search for a doggie eye-patch, I found that there are much fancier options out there:

Option One:
My only problem with this one is that I can't decide what size he would need.  I mean, the before-mentioned whataburgers would probably make a small out of the question, but then I don't know if a medium would account for the stature issues that come with a dachshund.  

Option Two:
This one is by far my favorite.  Only, the hook?  Come on, he would definitely not be happy with me.  In fact, I don't know how they got that poor bulldog to sit there like that.  He's probably like, "really, I'm a bulldog.  I already got the crappy deal in the looks department.  And now you're going to stick a parrot on my head, put me in stripes that accentuate my hips, and incapacitate me further with this stupid hook.  Thanks."

Any thoughts??  

Monday, November 10, 2008

Arrrrrggghhh!!

The housewarming party was so much fun and of, course, got a touch out of hand. Here are my top moments from Saturday:

1) The stomping of OSU by the Red Raiders.
2) The realization that not buying a kitchen table was the best thing we ever did when the empty space turned into the un-official pre-bar dance floor.
3) Overhearing my dad telling Caroline what the secret to a happy marriage was. (Wylie, let's just say he had your back and leave it at that.)
4) Taking one of Courtney's shoes off her foot when I saw her putting them on and throwing it down the stairs because I thought she was trying to leave. (sorry Courtney!!)
5) Jodi sneaking off and Jason freaking out because he only had 7/8 girls that came to the bar with us.
6) Whit coming even though she lives far, far away and didn't feel well!!
7) Sneaking beers out of Zepher's.
8) Rachel.... just rachel.
9) Julie's late night pizza run.
10) Erika doing a faceplant outside of the pizza place. (I personally didn't witness this, but the mental picture is enough for me).
11) The best lunch ever the next day recapping all the above and more. :)

We had so much fun that Alex and I have decided it's already time for another party! (I know, it's only been two days...) We're thinking of hosting a Tech vs. OU Pirate Party! That's right, as a tribute to Mike Leach and his 10-0 Red Raiders, we want everyone to dress up like pirates to watch the game in style!!

Evite to follow, but I wanted to give everyone a heads up so they could be on the lookout for pirate gear. Annnnd, now I'm off to find Moose an eyepatch. :)

Friday, November 7, 2008

Gays & Chickens?

I got this email from my big brother this morning and it was one of those where you are at your desk and you laugh so loud that your coworkers look at you a little funny. This is verbatim from Clint...

"So here in California the recent elections resulted in a proposition passing that mandated less cruelty to animals by increasing cage sizes for chicken farmers, among other things. (now chickens can stretch their legs before we slaughter them!) A proposition was also passed that overturned the rights for gays to legally marry." And it included this picture:
You have to give it to this guy for having a sense of humor in spite of something that is so discriminatory to his lifestyle. (I personally think that they should be able to get married, but there's no need for politics here... that's what my work staff meetings are for!) But back to this sign, it's hilarious, but isn't it a little "blah" for a gay guy? I mean, I wouldn't expect rainbows or anything obvious like that, but really? Black stencil writing on a white posterboard? Come on! Watch a little Martha Stewart, Rachel Ray, HGTV, anything! I think some of those poor guys on Queer Eye for a Straight Guy could do a better, more festive job than that!

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

I'll have one Moose Burrito, salsa on the side please.

Okay, so I know I'm posting this at work, but it was so funny that I had to take 15 minutes this morning to put this up here. So moose and I have this little routine in the morning. I get up, he doesn't. I get ready for work, he lays there cozied up in my bed silently gloating that his little wiener dog life is so great that he gets to sleep in longer than I do. Finally, when I'm ready to walk out the door, I uncover him, and say "let's go" and he streeeeeeetches (those of you who know moose know how long he is so the 7 e's are, in fact, necessary) and eventually jumps down.

So this morning, I uncover him and this is what I find:
He had made himself into a little wiener dog burrito using one of my pillows as his tortilla!!! How funny is that?!? I'm pretty sure he slept like that the entire night because I did not feel him move. It cracked me up. I was literally standing there, looking at him, and laughing out loud. Such a funny little guy.

Okay, just one more.... :)

Thursday, October 30, 2008

What to Be???

Halloween is one of my all-time favorite holidays. I love that it's finally not so incredibly hot, I love the decorations, and I've always loved dressing up. It's just a great holiday!

I wasn't sure if there was going to be much going on this year since it seemed as though a lot of people were talking about going to Lubbock for Tech vs. UT. But luckily, quite a few people decided to back out, and so Julie decided to throw a party! YAY!

I have some FABULOUS spooky recipes that I will be blogging about at a later date, but I wanted to focus on the all-important costume for today's post.

I'm not quite as motivated as I usually am this year. Usually I end up as a "Sexy ____". But hesitation over being the ripe old age of 26 and just not quite feeling the "sexy" vibe this year, has led me down other paths. Although, a conversation with E led to the conclusion that it is entirely acceptable to be a "Sexy ____" until you reach 30 and then maybe it's time to retire the thigh-highs and the hooker heels. So anyways, I've been doing a little research on alternate ideas and had to share my favorites with you:

1. Ceiling Fan - Write "Go Ceilings!" on the front of your shirt. Add other gear if you want (pom poms, big foam finger, etc.) And don't forget to cheer!
2. Blind Date - Use a black trash bag and some loose stuffing to make yourself into a giant date (kind of like a big raisin). Add sunglasses and a white cane.
3. Taco Belle - Wear a Southern Belle outfit complete with a hoop skirt. Top it off with a sombrero. Speak Spanish with a southern drawl!
4. Goth Brooks - Apply white makeup and black lipstick and black eye liner. Dress up in all black, with cowboy hat and cowboy boots. Guitar optional.
5. Bald Britney Spears - Wear a bald wig, Ugg boots, jean shorts, a revealing shirt, and carry a doll and an umbrella.
6. Jilted Bride - Wear a wedding dress and have mascara running down your face and very messy hair. You can crunch up the flowers in your bouquet too. (Hey, they say you should never take yourself too seriously... despite that, I thought this one might be a little awkward.)
7. My personal favorite... The Princess and the Pea - dress up like a princess and carry around a urine sample. Maybe a little tacky, but I thought it was funny!

So despite all the funny ideas I found and all the stuff I tried to put together using my closet/costume box, I finally went to the old standby, Spirit Halloween, and found a cute little ragdoll costume. (Mainly it's an excuse to wear my red, glittery heels that I bought for Dorothy again.) Maybe next year I'll be feeling a little more creative....

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Spotted WHAT?

So pretty much ever since I've started this little blog, there has been a thorn in my side. And that thorn's name is Wylie Eagle. He decided to follow in my super-cool blogging footsteps and start his own. Now, that's all well and fine except for after I started this, I started getting feedback on how funny I was. That is, until Wylie started to out-funny me. The final straw was when I was talking to my own mother and she mentioned that wylie's newest blog post was hilarious, and when I asked her if she read mine.... crickets. So when he called me the other day elated about the sign he had found for future blog posting hilarity, I decided to stay on the lookout for something.... funnier.

I read that book "The Secret" and I'm all for positive thinking and all that, but you know sometimes it just seems a little far-fetched to wish for things and have them land in your lap. UNTIL, during a grocery shopping excursion the other day, my mom walked up to me giggling. This is what she brought me:
I mean, really??? WHO NAMED THIS? Apparently it's some sort of bread pudding. My aunt sometimes does these dinners where she donates her cooking talents to a charity and then they sell a dinner for eight to some fancy executives. I so want her to serve this at her next dinner party.

"This dessert is so decadent, what do you call it"
"Well, it's spotted dick with a creme fraiche glaze"
*Insert the '84 Cabernet Sauvignon coming out the nose here*

My faith in "The Secret" has now been restored!

Monday, October 27, 2008

My Week in Pictures

Tuesday:
Mavs game. Classic Julie.... glass of wine in each hand, chowing down a chili dog. We actually missed I think 3/4 of the game due to finding the chili dogs, brisket nachos, and catching up far more interesting than the pre-season loss to the Bulls.

Thursday:
Hostess with the Mostess... this was post-chi o event, pre-specific media party. The girl who threw the party is Jenn Sbranti, who runs hostess with the mostess (aka Martha Stewart gone modern). This is Jodi and I with Jenn:
She is so creative and we had a blast at the event. We learned how to make bloody eyeballs out of lichee fruit, raspberry jam, and blueberries and Jodi got lots of catering tips from the random waiter that we befriended.
Also Thursday: Introducing Ms. Haley Grace Jones! (I've been holding out on this one because I wanted to post it on her one-month birthday, but since I'm posting this on Monday, it seems I totally missed it). Here is the newest addition to my college roomie, Cassie's family, Haley. HOW CUTE IS SHE?? When Cass and Kyle got engaged I always told her that her kids would be graced with some good genetics and it looks as though I was right.

Friday:
Lean Cuisine Panini. Why am I posting a picture of this sub-par, slightly brick-tasting frozen entree, you ask? Well, because this is what I had for dinner after I got home Thursday night. Big mistake. Our power went out for four days last week because our builder is an idiot and I, for some odd reason, thought a panini was a sandwich so it didn't need to be thrown out... WRONG ANSWER!! Skip to Sunday since there was not a whole lot going on for the rest of my weekend.

Sunday:
King Tut exhibit at the Dallas Museum of Art. Only it's a little misleading since it should have been called "All King Tut's crap at the DMA, but no King Tut". I'm being serious. You pay about $50 and get all the way through the exhibit and they lead you up to this great point of excitment and then they spit you out into the giftshop.

The best part of this disappointment was this 40-something lady with her nine year old, that was obviously very disappointed that he didn't get to see a dead, mummified body the week before halloween, CHEWING OUT the museum staff member that had the unfortunate job of being posted between the last room (aka, the room that SHOULD have had the dead king tut in it) and the giftshop.

Lady: So, I mean, WHERE is king tut?????
Unfortunate Museum Staffer: Ummm...... in Egypt.
Lady: So you're telling me that we went through this whole exhibit and ALL you have is KING TUT'S SISTER????
Unfortunate Museum Staffer: Ummm.... don't you mean his great grandmother? (side note: They did have King Tut's grandmother on display, but not his sister. King Tut actually married his sister. So I could see how the poor lady got confused. It's an incestuous little world that those egyptians lived in, apparently)
Lady: WHATEVER. So he's not here. Is that what you're telling me???? (um, duh.)
Unfortunate Museum Staffer: Goes into long explanation of respecting the dead, and blah, blah, blah.

To which the snotty lady turned on her heel, and stormed into the giftshop to no doubt buy her son King Tut puzzles, headresses*, and tissue boxes** to make him feel better about the whole thing.

What's funny is standing there waiting for my mom to read every little word on every little sign, I heard at least four other people walk up to the lady and ask the same thing. She should have just held up a sign. KING TUT ISN'T HERE, IT'S NOT MY FAULT. HE'S RESTING COMFORTABLY IN EGYPT.

My dad didn't get to witness any of this because apparently he sprinted through the exhibit and made it back to the cafe in time to follow the cowboys game on his iphone. His response when we asked him about said sprinting was "what??? I thought you guys were in front of me". uh huh. Likely story. If we were in front of him, I would have shin splints this morning and be two pounds thinner from my work out. Nice try, dad.

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Friday, October 24, 2008

Chillin' at the lodge, and we're lookin' for some rushees...

Last night I had three places to be at once. I wasn't exactly sure if I could pull it off, but I somehow managed! This was quite surprising to me as I often struggle getting myself to one place at a time.

As some of you may know I am the new social chair for the Chi Omega Night Owls (which is the young alumni group). The head girl is an SMU alum and while I tried to explain to her that a lot of chi-o's from other schools don't come out to dallas events because they assume it's all SMU, our first event of the fall was...... an SMU event. With the SMU chapter. On campus.

As much as I wasn't looking forward to hanging out on a college campus on my Thursday night, it was very fun! It was called Fashion With a Passion and it was basically a fashion show put on my the Chi Omega chapter and the ticket sales went to Make-a-Wish. The most interesting part is that there were 300 chairs and every one was filled with girls that were all dressed up, but all the chi-o's were standing around the outside of the room. So I asked our head girl, Erin, who all the rest of the girls were and she said "freshmen". Apparently, SMU has second semester rush and they have events like this as a recruitment helper. These poor little freshmen basically have to spend an ENTIRE semester going through rush. Dressing up for class every day, being on best rushee behavior, and everything else. CAN YOU IMAGINE?! I mean, the older girls at tech probably saw me the day after rush ended and thought, "hmm... we may have missed the boat on this one".

Here's a picture from the event. The girls standing in front were actives talking to what I assume are rushees. The big screen behind them played a slideshow of pictures that were of the "look how cute and fun we are" variety. I mean, it was very interesting. And a great concept if you think about it. I seriously halfway expected all the girls to line-up on the runway at the end and bust out "chi omega choo choo, chi omega choo choo, chi omega choo choose the one for you!" (ha! now you're going to have that stuck in your head for the rest of the day!)
But the funniest part were some of the old ladies that were there that you could tell they just desperately wanted to be 19 again. So weird. The lady on the right side of the picture tried so hard, but it did not work out for her at all. I feel kind of bad saying that, but if you dress like a 19 year old when you're 65, you kind of have it coming. Wearing designer jeans instead of mom jeans... totally acceptable. Wearing skin tight clothes and an even tighter face lift... kinda creepy.

Speaking of creepy, on my way there I passed a group of guys playing football and caught myself checking a couple of them out. Annnnnnd then I realized they were freshman. Playing football in front of their dorm. At the age of 19 maybe. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?? If you see me on one of those dateline shows, please tivo it so I can upload it to my blog. Sheesh...

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Happy Birthday JJ! (and congrats too!)

First of all, I have to wish Jodi a very happy 27th birthday! It was actually on the 9th, and while my blog wishes are a tad belated, I was there for the actual day so that outweighs my past-tense blog wishes (I'm telling you, people, I'm backed up!!) Twenty-seven is not a very exciting birthday, however it turned out to be quite an exciting day for Ms. Jones!

We went to the Porch for a wonderful dinner (mmmm..... mac and cheese) and then a few of us went to Lakewood for a couple drinks. But the really exciting part came after Matt & Jodi got home because Matt proposed!! So here they are officially engaged!

They are such a great couple and I have to brag a little because I was unintentionally a bit of a matchmaker for the two of them. A couple years ago Matthew had a Halloween party where you had to bring another half. (you know... like bonnie & clyde, the nelson twins, lloyd & harry, paula deen and butter... you get the point).

So I brought Jodi along and we went as Dorothy and the Scarecrow. Matt and Jodi met, but there wasn't much to it that night. However, over the next couple weeks anytime I was around Matt, he would ask me about "scarecrow". Finally, I mentioned something to Jodi in passing about the guy that wouldn't stop asking me about scarecrow. This led to a very amusing conversation...

Natty: So Matt McCauley keeps asking me about "scarecrow"
JJ: Matt........ was he one of the three amigos?
Natty: No he was the one that was dressed as Dirk Digler
JJ: Dirk Digler... hmm.... in all black?
Natty: No that was the ninja, and the ninja had a girlfriend. Dirk was the one that was with Alex, but not with Alex. Remember Alex was Rollergirl, and Matt had the big, huge ____ as part of his costume?
JJ: Ohhhhh, now I know who you're talking about. Oh, he's cute!!

And who would have thought that conversation would change their lives?? In the spirit of Halloween and that fateful day... here is a fun picture from the party! Congratulations you two! I can't wait for the big day!
ps- you really should at least click on the paula deen and butter link above... it's pretty funny.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Kinley is 1!

I wanted to wish my adorable baby cousin, Kinley, a happy 1st birthday. Her birthday was actually a week and a half ago, but again, I've been a little backed up on this blogging business and I wanted to get a picture from her birthday party.

Her gift from me was one of those push popper things that makes a whole lot of noise. Since my cousin Jarred (above) one time made me eat snuff at the bayhouse (in my defense before you think I'm a total idiot, he told me it was like big league chew... that grape gum that comes in the pouch) I figured he had this coming. (Kelly, I'm so sorry to drag you in the middle of this!) I know, that this will no doubt come back to me ten times over in the form of drum sets, etc., but since I don't see kids in the near future I figured it was worth it.

The party was a cowgirl theme and very cute. Kinley was adorable in her little outfit and had lots of friends running around, but they were all very well behaved. My personal highlight of the party was getting Annie, Jarred's friend David's little girl who is being actively groomed to be an aggie at the tender age of two, to put her teeny little guns up and walk around the party going "Fight, Raiders, Fight". The cherry on top was when I let her borrow my bright red flats to add a little red raider spirit to her outfit. :)

I'm looking forward to seeing Ms. Kinley's dad this weekend to participate in our annual mid-Fall tradition of him handing over $20. Why does he pay me $20 every fall, you ask? Well, because once a year, around this time there is a little thing called Tech vs. A&M. And while our annual bet year-after-year is $20 to the winning team, Tech has stomped A&M so many years in a row, that I'm going to go out on a limb and call it a tradition at this point.

See you this weekend, Jarred!! :)

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

The camera adds ten pounds!

Okay, okay, so I'm just now getting to my giada post.  And obviously I'm very backed up on blogging.  I have like 18 things I need to blog about... that dang work thing is just getting in the way!  (love you bossdad!) So as everyone pretty much knows by now, we met Giada de Laurentiis last weekend at her book signing at Sur la Table! All-in-all it was a fun experience and it was very cool to meet her in person.  Here is my blow-by-blow:

My mom convinced me that despite all dorkiness, I should wear my pink chef coat (assuming I could locate it) since it was a once-in-a-lifetime kinda deal and that it would make such a cute photo op. So day of, I get up, take a shower, blow dry my hair, put makeup on, etc. Which most of you know, is quite a feat for me on a Sunday. Usually I spend the majority of Sunday sporting the makeup from the night before and a baseball cap. I mean, if I remember to throw deoderant on then we are doing pret-ty well for a Sunday. (TMI? yes, no?)

So against all odds, I find the chef coat. I can't find my debit card 95% of the time, but my chef coat three weeks after moving, no problem(!) With glee I call my mom to tell her that I found it!

Me: GUESS WHAT?? I FOUND IT! (very triumphantly)
Mom: Good! Now iron it! (SUCH a mom thing to say in a moment of triumph)
Me: Okay, I'll do it right now....... wait a second... OHHHH NOOOOOO!!!!!
Mom: What?? (very anticipatory, let me assure you)
Me: IT HAS A HUGE STAIN ON IT!
Mom: Oh, that's okay! What kind of chef would you be if you didn't have stains on it? That just means you've actually cooked in it!! (does she know how to work it, or what?)

That made me feel better. Like I looked more authentic since I was covered in stains. (nevermind the fact that a true, authentic chef probably wouldn't be caught dead in a pink chef coat, but whatever) So I ironed it, stuck it in my bag and ran out of the house.
When we got there, this is what we encountered:

I quickly called Alex to inform her that I was not, in fact, the only crazy person in Dallas, Texas... there was a line 90 minutes long to see Giada. And the line was full of CRAZIER people than me... the girl behind me knew Giada's baby's name the lady in front of me had driven in from Midland.  Yep, I'm normal.  In fact, this proves it.

Sur la Table did a great job moving the line quickly, and when I finally got up there, she was very nice.  Unfortunately, part of the line moving so quickly is that they wouldn't let you take pictures with her, just of her.  So no fantastic posed pictures with the chef's coat.  I know Alex is so incredibly sad that we were unable to capture this epic memory for our kitchen.

But regardless, It was very fun meeting her since I've never met a celebrity that I watch on such a frequent basis.  One of the interesting things about giada is that when you watch her on tv, you think "man, she has a huge head".  I thought that maybe that whole camera adding ten pounds thing possibly somehow got focused solely on her head... not so much.  In person... huge. head.  And if you talk to any of her male fans, they will tell you there's one other thing about giada that's huge (well, I guess technically two other things).  Well, boys, those were just as big in person as well.  It was kind of funny because she's this teeny tiny thing with this big head and these big.... well, you know.  She almost looks like a cartoon character!  

Regardless, she was beautiful and very gracious and sweet and I was glad that we waited out the line.  Here I am telling her that I made her pork chops a la pizziola on Tuesday, doesn't she look enthralled???
I thought so too.  Moving on, the picture below cracks me up because she looks kind of bitchy in it, but there's a good story behind it.  

They had very specific instructions just to have her sign your name and that's it.  Literally "To: Natalie... Giada".  Well, the lady right behind me apparently was not only getting a cookbook signed for her personally, but also one for her charity auction benefitting her nonprofit organization of choice.  She literally asked every employee/PR person she could find if giada could write... (and I'm paraphrasing since I can't remember the whole thing, but very similar to:) "Thank you for purchasing this Giada de Laurentiis cookbook at the 14th annual West Chestertonfieldfillville High School silent auction benefitting the kids in need of West Chestertonfieldville.  We appreciate your most generous support of West Chestertonfieldfillville High School Program for the Underprivileged.  We hope that you enjoy the multitude of delicious italian dishes enclosed in this book.  Thank you.  Love, the gracious kids of West Chestertonfieldfillville."  Okay, so maybe it wasn't that bad, but pretty close.  All the employees told her they weren't sure that she would have to ask Giada... So she did, and here's the result:
Ha!  Isn't that funny?  She's like "are you shitting me?? I've been sitting here signing my name for two hours straight and you want me to write WHAT?"  But anyways, it was a lot of fun and I just want to send a big thank you to my mom for waiting it out with me.  As she said, "You SO owe me a pedicure and shopping trip when I'm in the home".  I guess we have a deal!