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!!!